#so to prove a point i built my blogs entirely around enjoying things and just having fun

[dramas-vs-novels]

Just want to kind of repeat here a conversation I'm having with a friend::

I know a lot of people are drawn to tumblr because they saw a screenshot of a hot take on some reddit board or floating around wherever.

But tumblr is meant to be a fun space. You're meant to enjoy things and share your enjoyment with like-minded people. You'll find people who aren't like-minded, you don't agree with their takes or don't like them.

So keep scrolling. Block them if you want.

Tumblr isn't make-it-or-break-it. It isn't the end-all-be-all of the internet. You don't need to write dissertations on posts you don't agree with and fight with one another over takes.

You can enjoy things for what they are, or how they speak to you, or how you read into them. You can dislike things without taking out a full-page advertisement while you and someone else are both in your trenches trying to "win".

It's alright to just like things. And it's alright to let someone like things the way they want.

Have fun, enjoy, and if you want to take things seriously, give others the grace and courtesy to take things seriously in their way too. "Block" anything or anyone who throws off your groove, and just keep enjoying what you enjoy how you enjoy it.

But don't try to force others to see it the way you do, enjoy it the way you do, and interpret it the way you do.

[rex101111]

For a glass of Cactus Wine

Summary: Migelo does both his duties at the fete, one to the Empire, and the other to his kids. 

Rating: T

Fandom: Final Fantasy XII

Well! Been a while since I wrote something substantial, but @sevi007 has been doing a live blog of this game, thus reminding me how much I love it, and so here’s a fic depicting the one missing scene in this game I really wanted to see, also to give Lizard dad the content he deserves. Enjoy!

Seeing Arcadian troops stomp in the halls of the Royal Palace made Migelo want to crawl right out of his hide. It’s been two years since those bastards in their tin plates stomped into his home and his city and still he could only barely keep his anger in check at how disrespectful the whole lot of them were.

Leaning on pillars built centuries past, wiping their feet on rugs that took months to weave, pointing and laughing like children at art that they would never understand the importance of. If he heard another one of these piss-drunk bureaucrats call one more thing in this palace “quaint” he’s going to use that same thing to break it over their heads.

Still, years of experience in burying his feelings and opinions about his costumers helped him plaster a smile on his snout. This was simply business, he was providing sundries and food for an event, like he’s done dozens and dozens of times over his long career.

“Watch that crate!” He yelled out to one of the servants, “it’s got wine in it, worth more than ten of your lifetimes! Handle it with a bit of care why don’t you?” The servant sheepishly apologized and asked for help from another servant as Migelo turned his gaze elsewhere, “dear girl, you’ll break your back like that!” He went to a maid and corrected her posture and how she held her tray of food, “there we go now, better?”

“Thanks Migelo.” The maid smiled gratefully, before her face turned sour, “these imperials get nasty when they’re drunk, they keep asking me to run back and forth for all sorts of nonsense.” She sighed harshly, “probably just want a peek up my skirt.”

“You let ol’ Migelo handle them, Meina.” He soothes, turning her to a different direction, “empty that tray and take a break for ten minutes, I’ll have someone else make sure they don’t notice you gone, yes?”

She went off with a smile and Migelo continued like that, his time cleaved cleanly between ordering servants this way and that soothing fraying nerves. This fete needed to go flawlessly, with the consul himself attending every hand on deck needed to give it their all and then some. If the pompous royal left this evening with a good opinion of his food, he might transfer said opinion to the rest of the city. If he did that, maybe his boys and girls could have more room to breathe.

He looked ruefully over the staff, some of the younger ones he’s known since they were children, helped them train for applying for work in the palace. Rabanastre was a small city, everyone knew everyone, and that only became stronger as the plague and the war ravaged the place. Seeing these kids, his kids, running around like cockatrices with their heads cut off for the sake of their invaders made a lick of fire burn in his gut, no matter how hard he tried to douse it.

Worse of all was that he knew he was delaying the inevitable, he had an invitation to answer soon, and the longer he ignored the worse things would get not only for himself, but everyone else living in Rabanastre.

He took a few long breathes, practiced his best servile smile in a nearby plate, pictured the smiling face of every single child under his care in his mind, and went off to sit at the right of the eldest living son of Emperor Gramis, Vayne Carudas Solidor.      

The consul was deep in debate with the others sitting at his table, something about tax rates and territory dispute that went right over Migelo’s head, but as soon as the old bangaa drew close enough, as if he could hear his footsteps over the rancor of the room, Vayne stopped talking and turned his head to meet his gaze.

“Ah, Sir Migelo, so nice of you to finally join me.” He motioned for one of the nearby soldiers to pull back the chair at his right side, “please, sit.”

With practice ease, and complaining stomach, Migelo bowed in apology, “I hope you would forgive me, Lord Consul, I had so many things to fix and move, my responsibilities nearly made me forget your most gracious offer.”

“Think nothing of it good Sir,” Vayne waved off easily, “We should all wish to have your work ethic Migelo, so we could accomplish our own work half as well.” Vayne complimented him smoothly as Migelo finally sat, the others at the table nodding sycophantically, before beginning to pour the store owner a glass of red wine. “But, let me remind you that I asked of you to refer to me by my first name.”

Taking the glass with all the grace he could manage, Migelo bowed his head again with an outwardly warm smile, “ah, forgive this old lizard sir consul, I still feel ill at ease referring to one of your station so informally.” The other reason was the only people he called by name were his friends and his kids, and Vayne is not, would never be, either. “Perhaps I’ll manage that better,” he made a show of laughing from his belly, “with a bit of fine Arcadian wine in my system, eh?”

“Of course.” Vayne’s sharp eyes and sharper smile made Migelo feel as if he were strapped to a table, “please, indulge as you please, we have all night after all.”

Nodding, Migelo started to drain his glass, and had to fight his gag reflex with every gulp. Arcadian wine made you feel like someone was trying to prove something to you, too rich, too fruity, too damn much. Seeing the people around him gulp this stuff down was aggravating as it was confusing, you could stuff as many flowers into a bottle of Slaven piss as you wanted, it was still a drink of cold piss.

Decades of honing his poker face in the interest of more returning costumers made sure none of that disgust was visible on his face of course, to any casual observer Migelo savored every drop of the expensive Slaven piss, finishing his glass with a pleasured sigh. “Ahh, what an excellent, uh, flavor profile! So full of life and character!” He turned to the consul with a toothy grin, “How’s about you give me another to loosen my tongue?”

“You are a man of great taste, Sir Migelo.” Vayne complimented, smiling thinly as he filled the offered cup before filling his own. “I’ve heard Dalmascans do not have a high opinion of my home’s signature brew.”

“Bah.” Migelo scoffed easily, “children with no experience on their tongues Lord Consul, nothing to be offended by.” He internally grits his teeth, he heard some of the younger men voice some of their very loud opinions about Arcadian wine in a place where a couple of soldiers could hear them. It ended well for absolutely no one, and he was only glad to make sure his kids didn’t see or hear it. “We Dalmascans are very proud of our own drinks, I think you would see it would make sense to be a bit defensive.” He took another gulp, “pardon m’candor, of course.”

“Indeed.” Vayne nodded, finishing his own glass, “and you have a great many things to be proud of, I’ve heard a fair share of good things about Dalmascan cactus wine.” He looked at Migelo with a gaze that made his scales itch, “have you tried it before?”

He was almost insulted the man had to ask, “o’course I did lord consul!” He tried to be casual about it, but a bit of hometown pride seemed to seep in every other word, “Cactus Wine is easy to brew in large amounts, made from Cactoid fruit and the sands are absolutely littered with the little buggers, it’s what you order when you have something to celebrate or as a victory drink.” Migelo could go for an entire barrel of it right now. “It’s a…simple drink. Simple but hearty.”

Vayne nodded politely as the bangaa went on, before he took the bottle of his expensive wine and looked at it quietly, “…I suppose there hasn’t been much call for it, lately.”

Migelo nearly swallowed his tongue, for all his talk of taking in all of Dalmasca’s hatred onto himself, the consul seemed adept at choosing words to inspire said hatred. “Y-No, Lord Consul, not a lot to celebrate.” He quickly recovered, smiling again as he waved his glass about, “b-but fret not! Us Dalmascans find reason to celebrate no matter the weather! You’ll have your taste of cactus wine before long don’t you worry!”

“Why wait my friend?” Vayne said smoothly, Migelo barely exerting the restraint he needed to stop himself from cursing the consul out on considering himself something he is not, “I have found myself a few bottles for this grand occasion.”

Migelo was stopped short, he had double checked every scrap of food and drink meant for this fete, triple checking the alcohol in particular, and he was sure there wasn’t a drop of cactus wine in the whole palace, he figured the imperials wouldn’t want to touch the stuff. “Y-you did? F-from where lord consul?”

“From the palace cellars of course.” He replied, motioning with his hand to another maid, Kayta if Migelo remembers right, who held a very familiar clay jug in her hands. “If one kind of wine isn’t enough to call me friend, perhaps two would suffice.”

Migelo held Kayta’s conflicted gaze for a moment, before he turned to Vayne with a doubtful expression, “the cellars my lord? Those haven’t been disturbed since the war ended! Who knows what kind of vermin have found their way to the stores?”

“I had my men carefully inspect each bottle.” Vayne assured, which only made Migelo more ill thinking about what Imperial soldiers considered inspecting. “Please, do not be reticent, I find myself curious what a man of your expertise has to say about the difference between one wine and the other.”

Kayta poured Migelo a glass with a sorrowful expression, Migelo soothing the girl as best he could with a smile only she could see, and the bangaa took a long whiff of the drink, before slowly draining his glass.

Cactus wine was sweet, almost sweet enough you could give it to a child without them puffing their little face. Its taste was subtle, airy, doing nothing more than what a wine ought to do and made your face and belly warm. It was cheap drink, cheap enough that working folk could indulge in it without endangering their pay over-much.

It was Dalmasca to the last drop, warm and honest.

“So, sir Migelo?” Vayne inquired when the bangaa finished and had not said a word, “how is your home’s brew compared to mine?”

He was quiet for a few more moments before he turned to the consul, “I must admit to having a bias sir.” He put the glass back down on the table gently, reaching over to grab a grape nearby to soak some of the alcohol in his system, “I’ve been drinking cactus wine since I was a whelp, y’see, it’s a drink for the heart as much for the stomach nowadays.”

Vayne chuckled good naturedly, “well, now you have me curious.” He picked up his own glass and motioned for Kayta to fill it, the girl nearly tripping over herself to bow as she poured without spilling it on him. He took a careful sip…and stopped, an emotion Migelo could not name fliting across his face. “…it tastes…” The consul was quiet for a moment, the rest of the table perfectly silent to await his judgment, “…honest.”

Migelo released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, allowing himself the tiniest amount of pride as he looked at Vayne, “Dalmasca knows no other way, Lord Consul.”

“Pritas.” Vayne looked at one of the people sitting at the table, some peacock in a stuffy red shirt with a pencil moustache, “you should try it, I am certain people in Archades would flock to try this, exotic yet gentle on the tongue.”

Pritas hurriedly motioned for Kayta to pour him a glass, and no sooner than he had a drop of it he was nodding enthusiastically, “y-yes Lord Vayne! You are absolutely correct; everyone will want a bottle of this for any price!”

Migelo, despite his mood and the alcohol in his system, found himself smiling at the sound of it, feeling someone patting his shoulder. “Migelo, after the fete be sure to grant Pritas here the information for whoever you get your cactus wine from, they’ll find more business than ever.”

Migelo could picture the family of brewers in his head, nearly jumping for joy at the chance that fell into their laps, a contract to sell cactus wine halfway across Ivalice. He then imagined their faces when he told them to which half of Ivalice the wine would go. He imagines the shock, the outrage, the sorrow.

He imagines the table with one more chair then they needed, the extra gathering dust for two years now.

“Yes, Lord Consul.” He said as calmly as he could manage, looking into the face of a man whose night has gone exactly as he had planned, down to the last detail, painting a smiling on his snout. “Thank you for this opportunity, I’m sure they’ll see this as a chance to build their life back up to how it was…” He could feel his lips curling over his teeth. “…before the war, that is.”

Vayne’s face drew downwards slightly, an almost robotic motion, “yes, the war has devastated both sides long enough,” He squeezed the shoulder he was holding, in a move meant to be reassuring, “it is past time we helped each other back onto our feet.”

Vaan crying into his shoulder, cursing and yelling and screaming every curse he knew. Penelo holding him tightly as she sobbed. Fire in the sky, visible from his window.

His home, under siege and under iron boots.

Migelo bit his tongue, brought to mind every orphan he and Old Dalan have struggled to keep fed and working and warm, and managed an impossible smile, “yes…way past time…Lord Consul.”

Vayne shook his head with a fond smile, and poured Migelo another cup of Arcadian wine. Migelo drained it without tasting a drop.

(Not long after, barely an hour after, he sees his boy in chains and his girl crying for his freedom, and all the wine in his veins is cold and freezing.  

As they dragged his boy away, as his girl fell into the arms of Kayta as she sobbed, Vayne Carudas Solidor came to him, smiled, and clapped his shoulder.)  

[ninjakasuga]

Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day 2: Mystery

Day two has come for the celebration of one of the best furry OTP’s ever~. @gojira007 ‘s celebration blog @boundforfreedomsonsal of Sonic and Sally continues and here’s my second entry. Enjoy all~

Sonsally Week, Year Three!!

Day 02: Mystery

Foreword: This episode is still set in the Archie-Verse depicted in my fics of last year and day one’s story. This one is set some years after the fall of Eggman, when peaceful times finally settled on Mobius for the first time in ages. Of course, peace doesn’t always equate to ‘easy’, especially when babysitting two spirited scamps.

“Sonia, Manic- WHERE THE FREAKING BLEEP ARE YOU?!!” Shouted an irate, and clearly frustrated blue hedgehog as his right eye twitched something horribly. Standing in the town-square of the rebuilt Knothole Village, his gaze shifting back and forth from the trees, and the various huts of the quiet village. While mostly destroyed during one of Dr. Eggman’s devastating attacks; the entire village was rebuilt as it was during the war era of fighting the original Robotnik. With a few Eggman era buildings kept, and one or two new additions. Knothole was mainly a tribute to the village that sheltered the survivors of the fall of the original Mobotropolis, and became home of the resistance that would become the Freedom Fighters. Mostly a standing all-may-come museum to pay homage to the place that started as a Royal Retreat/shelter, but became so much more. A few of the huts were still livable, home away from home for certain members of the Freedom Fighters who occasionally would return to Knothole with their families to celebrate and remember those days.

Today, it was host to a game of hide and seek, giving the two instigators of the game a plethora of hiding places. One that was driving the elder brother of Sonia and Manic Hedgehog, one Sonic the Hedgehog, former hero of Mobius, crazy!

After tapping his foot rapidly for a scant few seconds, Sonic cupped his hands together again and shouted as loudly as he could manage. “MANIC! SONIA! FOR BLEEPING FRACK’S SAKE YOU BETTER GET YOUR BUTTS OUT WHERE I CAN SEE EM’! AIN’T FUNNY NO MORE!” It really wasn’t, Sonic nor his lovely wife, had agreed to hide and seek, but his two younger siblings opted to begin a game without anyone’s consent.

A voice soon called to him, followed by familiar footsteps. “Is there a reason you’re using frack and bleep? Is that a new sibling code of some sort Sonic?”

Speaking of lovely wife’s, there she was. Turning to face his wife, Sonic shrugged with a sheepish expression. “It was censor myself or risk using words I don’t think Mom nor Dad would care for two nine-year-olds to repeat.”

“That is probably for the best.” Agreed Sally, with a tired sigh as a hand went to her rounded stomach. She wasn’t far enough along in her own pregnancy; her movements were not hampered; but the extra weight of the two passengers in her belly was sapping her energy. “Whew, I’ve just been walking but I feel ready to kick back.”

Concerned, Sonic walked over and touched her shoulder. “All the more reason I’m not too happy they started this ‘game’ when I made it clear you can’t be as play-happy as usual because you’re pregnant.”

Shaking her head, Sally reached over to place her hand over his, giving an assuring squeeze as she managed a smile. “They’re just kids, it’s alright Sonic. They probably just want to get some last playtime with us before I’m truly an invalid.”

Sonic had to admit she had a point but his ire was not fully dissolved. “Maybe, but this is still too much. Even Mom n’ Dad told em’ to not get carried away.”

Smirking, Sally lifted an eyebrow as she glanced at her husband. “Sonic, they’re ‘your’ siblings. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. There seems to be an innate sass-o-meter in your family. Pushing buttons seems to be something of a religious doctrine.”

Opening his mouth to counter, Sonic slowly shut it, frowning deeply. “... Fair nuff, but I still say you’ve rubbed off on them if we’re going for sass influence.”

“ME?!” Sputtered Sally, an incredulous frown, forming over her face. Beautiful blue, eyes narrowing almost dangerously. “How pray tell, do I count as a bad influence toward Manic or Sonia?”

Smirking widely as he got her goat, Sonic yanked the chain more, counting off with his fingers. “Well again, you’re the Queen of Sass and not just the Kingdom. When you gotta be right, you will argue til’ the cows come home. Plus you’re good at being playful when you want something, Manny’s baby-of-the-family routine is killer thanks to watching you. N’ Sonia’s all about emulating her Sis-in-law’s fancy mannerisms, and silver tongue. Just the other day she was in trouble and convinced Mom to let her off the hook light with a buncha big words she got from you.”

Almost mirroring Sonic, Sally opened her mouth, then closed it as she thought better of it. “...Touche’, but that doesn’t excuse the bad habits you’ve given them love-of-my-life.”

Laughing, Sonic gave her a big, if careful hug. Letting her have that one as, one it was true, and two, he knew jerking her around too much with hormones a-flame was a bad idea. “Of course, of course, but they also picked up on my coolness factor.”

“Truly…” Replied Sally in a dull, drawl that spoke volumes of how little she believed that. “I just hope our own bundles give us something of a break compared to these two. I can see why your parents are all-too-eager for us to babysit when we can.”

“Knowing us, they’ll drive us insane cuz they’ll be just like us in ways, but we’ll love em’ anyway.” Sonic mused, placing a hand to her belly and leaning in to kiss her gently. Sighing in a content manner, Sally melted into the kiss and hug, feeling a bit of the weight of impending motherhood ease off her shoulders to a degree.

Almost as if on cue, a duo of childish voices are heard uttering, “Eeeew gross!”

Instantly, both Sally and Sonic broke the kiss, angled their heads upward, and pointed as they both cried out in triumphant unison. “AH-HA! THERE YOU TWO SCAMPS ARE!”

“Aw crude!” Muttered Manic, as he and his sister clung to one of the large tree branches, quite a ways up that was connected to one of the tree house type huts.

“Well we gave them the ghost for a good twenty-minutes I’d say we won.” Stated Sonia in a rather faux-haughty manner. The more purple-blue of the two, whipped back her-pink hair? Wait, Sonia was blonde! Plus some of her fur looked more magenta-purple now?

In fact, why was Manic’s fur and quills more of a green-ish tinge than the light-blue they should be? Not to mention that punk-esque quill style... Eyes narrowing, Sonic let go of Sally, zipped into the hollowed out large tree with a hut built around the base. With the same speed, he charged up the ladder within the hollowed out tree, allowing him to come out at the point where the tree-house hut was, and lean out where the landing gave way to a natural, thick tree branch. 

“Oh no, you two did not!”

Putting on the best coy, innocent face he could, Manic twiddled his fingers together in a playful manner. “What’re you talking about Big-Bro?”

“Seriously Sonic, you need to use clear, concise words.” Snickered Sonia.

“You both dyed your hair and fur!” Sonic pointed between each sibling. “Mom’s gonna have kittens!” Growled their elder brother as his mind swam with images of a none-too-pleased Bernadette Hedgehog glaring at her son and daughter-in-law.

Arms crossed, Sally tapped her foot, in a manner not unlike her husband. “You two sneaks lost us to go and do the dye-jobs yourself didn’t you?”

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.” Both twins chorused.

Sighing Sally frowned more. “Manic, Sonia, you do realize your Mother and Father are going to tan the crap out of your hides. They both told you, neither of you could have such radical dye jobs until you were fifteen, thirteen at the earliest if you both proved responsible enough! Plus, Manic, sweetie, why are you intent on making yourself look like Scourge?!”

“Hey!” Manic cried indignantly, a pout forming on his lips. “I just like the color, it’s not my fault Sonic’s scrub of a doppelganger had the same color-job! It screams ‘me’! Plus I don’t have sharp teeth or those evil eyes like he does, plus my quills are cooler lookin!”

“I’ll give you that li’ bro, on the being cooler looking thing, but dam-er dang it!” Sonic grabbed his own head-quills, mussing them up some in frustration. “Urgh Mom n’ Dad ain’t gonna let us watch you two ever again if you pull crap like this again!”

“He’s right.” Sighed Sally, rather dramatically. “We’ll be seen as so irresponsible they will forbid us from ever seeing you again!” She put a hand to her heart, and the other against her head. Truly, piling on the dramatic flair. “They may even question if we’re fit to be parents ourselves and have our babies taken from us.”

While Sonia rolled her eyes, Manic’s went wide as panic took over his earlier nonchalant attitude. “R-really?! We don’t want that!”

“Manny, bro she’s trying to guilt us!”

“Well it’s working! I didn’t wanna get them in that deep of trouble!”

“Manic she’s the QUEEN!! Mom and Dad can’t do jack to her!” His (slighty) older twin argued, seeing her partner-in-crime was about to fold.

“Wanna bet?” Sonic crossed his arms, smirking fully as he saw the sliver of doubt in the two’s eyes. “Mom can be scary when she wants and Dad, Dad is aaaaaaaaaall about the ‘subtle, quiet big stick’ kind of approach.”

Now even Sonia was doubting if they’d gone too far, especially as it pertained to how much trouble this might land her and Manic. Maybe she underestimated her ability to talk her way out of trouble. “M-Maaaybe we got a little carried away?”

“You sure did you two scamps, now if you come with me down the tree, we might ‘might’ convince Mom and Dad to let you both stay the night, and we can wash out the dyes and treat your fur so they never notice.”

Nodding as they both climbed fast, but still safely across the branch to Sonic. The two younger hedgehogs cling onto his legs. “We give, we give!!”

“Smart choice!” Laughed Sally from the ground, smiling at the won tag-team victory of talking the kids into doing their bidding. “If you two behave onward, there might be my special ice cream sundaes after supper.”

“Really?!”

Maybe handling kids wouldn’t be so hard after all? Sally thought before speaking aloud to them. “Cross my heart!”

“N’ you know Sal’s promises are good as gold.” Quipped Sonic as he guided the two once they stood up towards the ladder down to ground level. “Also, expect to help do some chores as further punishment for this stunt.”

“What?! Oh come on big brother-!”

“Nope, nada, don’t even try to talk me down Sonia!” Sonic cut her off as he coaxed first Manic, then Sonia to climb down the ladder. “Sal’s gotta take it easy and I need help doing this and that.”

“But you guys got a staff at the castle to do stuff!” Pipped Manic, his voice echoing through the hollow tree.

“It keeps us honest to do our own chores.” Quipped Sonic, watching them both get halfway before he started down the ladder himself. “Plus if you want us to keep quiet about the dye-thing-.”

“Oh fine!” Both younger hedgehogs huffed, giving up arguing.

“Being a big brother has its perks.” Chuckled Sonic to himself as he made his way down. Maybe in a few years, Sally and he could return the favor and foist their own kids on Manic and Sonia to babysit. Oh the payback will be sweet!

[nightswithkookmin]

You need to back up your ON break up theory with more than just fake subs and vague statements about 'claiming behavior'.

During the period you allege they were broken up, Jimin pulled Jungkook in a hug on run behind, Jungkook called Jimin sexy at a press conference, Jimin and jungkook did that whole 'how does it feel to be in the same unit'/'time to change' flirty thing, Jimin grabbed Jungkook by the lapels... and more. Begging pardon but if they were grieving the loss of their romantic relationship while trying to be professional colleagues and pals.... isnt that sort of insensitive? Like I know you admitting you might have read it wrong and have changed your view in light of new footage might be a blow to your ego, but I don't think you are thinking rationally when you insist on this break up theory. It's sad because I found so much meaning and connection in some of the stuff you have written, particularly pertaining to internalized homophobia, racism, mysogynoir and bts changing over time to become more enlightened, but your devotion to this ONE theory, and defensiveness whenever it is (rightly imo) challenged makes me wary of your theories in general, which might be extremely unfair to you, as a thinker. Your log is really funny and great in a lot of ways so i cant really quit you.

Ahhhh it's been a while I got one of these...

Hello, how you doing! Lol. Silver is that you?

Chilee, it's the name calling for me.

Ego, irrational, charlatan, Tuktukker- I'm desensitized to such ad hominems at this point. You don't throw words like these around and expect me to sit at the table and talk. Imma yeet myself out real fast. Lol.

There's just something different, wholesome almost, about this post though. Sounds constructive I think. Or maybe it's because I just woke. Chilee. Lol.

It doesn't feel at all like you are attacking me. It's strange...

You're gaslighting though but it's fine. I've built a resistance to that from years and years of dealing with my abductors or family. Potato potahto.

I often put my sanity before other's insanity which is why I don't indulge posts such as these and I'm not sorry about that. I mean is this an Ask or Submission? I don't- what am I supposed to say? What is the call to action?

Sigh.

If I come across as defensive sometimes, 10 out of 10, it's probably because the person on the other end is being offensive. Straight up. Cause and effect, the science don't lie.

You don't expect me to not defend when I'm being attacked. That's just tacky.

I don't think there's anything wrong with challenging views and notions because at the very least, that's about the exchange of ideas and I welcome it.

I set the limits at the racial slurs, the mocking tones, the emotionally charged rants meant to disparage me and my entire ancestry rather than argue a point, the interference with my personal life and business all because I hold a different view on a topic, the doxing, gaslighting, the bad mouthing, spreading lies about me, turning my friends against me, stripping away my rights and copyrights, harassing people who enjoy my work among- other things.

I usually exercise my right to self preservation in these instances- imma block, delete, ignore, forward or clap back. Word. Lol.

I'm sorry, but if you have to attack the individuality of a person to argue your point, you've lost the argument and you never had one to begin with.

Take for instance, the bit you wrote about me taking a blow to 'my ego' - do you see the problem with that?

What has holding a view different from yours on a particular subject got to do with the ego?

Do you mean to say the only way I can hold an opinion different from yours on a matter is if I were hubristic?

Are you projecting? What's happening? Lol

And if I call you out for this, I'm defensive? Way to add gaslighting to your bigotry and intolerance of opinions that don't align with yours. No offense.

I give myself permission to hold unpopular views. I give myself permission to think differently from others. I give myself permission to see what I see and believe what I believe and form an opinion on what I see and believe divorced from others' views and based on my own understanding of the workings of this world or in this case Jikook.

No amount of name calling will change this fact. We see things from different perspectives after all.

You need to back your ON break up theory with more than just fake subs and vague claims about claiming behavior.

Lol. Fake subs? You mean the Hajima bit from the On comeback special I put in my video? Interesting.

I think I see what you mean about my break up theory and I agree to some extent. Like, come up here with charts and paragraphs and excel spreadsheets on why I think Jikook were broken up?

I would be happy to do that kind of analysis.

I think the problem for me here is, I feel tasked to convince rather than to share my opinion on the matter or even expand on my theories for discourse sakes and that makes me really uncomfortable.

Not to psychoanalyze you, but I feel when you ask this of me you are not just asking me to divulge my thoughts on a topic but to disabuse you of your own biases surrounding the topic.

I don't think this is about my opinion at all. I think it's about your own beliefs about Jikook. And there's nothing wrong with that. If you believe in something you need to stand for it. Just don't mind if others do same and don't call them names for doing so. Because if you do mind, then that's bigotry.

The fact is my opinion contradicts your beliefs about Jikook and you either want to punish me for it hence the slurs, are in denial, or you want to believe my point of view- can't really tell.

I think there is a limit in general to how far I can prove Jikook in anyway and that has nothing to do with lack of evidence, my ego or my rationality. And yes, I often shroud my beliefs in vague expressions because I don't want to set myself up or open myself up to legal suits. I can only prove Jikook to a point and nothing beyond my belief. Beyond that, I would be skating on thin ice and making bighit a tad richer.

During the period you allege they were broken up, Jimin pulled JK in a hug, grabbed Jungkook by his lapel, JK called Jimin sexy, they did the flirty challenge...

So if I understand you correctly, all these is what makes Jikook a couple to you and indicate they are dating?

Alright then.

Hobi calls Jimin sexy all the time. BTS calls eachother sexy all the time. I don't think that's a sign they are in a polyamory.

Jungkook plays with his hyungs' dick and ass and talks about falling for them most times. I don't think that makes him gay or in a relationship with any of them.

Lemme just cut to the chase. I've reached my photo limits. I have said a countless times now, that I don't view skinship and all these interactions you've pointed out as indication two people are dating- especially not two Koreans working within the homoerotically charged space of Kpop.

And I have given out a few of the metrics I use in considering whether any ship in BTS is real over the course of my blogs- intimacy, exclusive behaviors such as and not limited to claiming eachother and exercising certain rights and authorities over eachother and against the group, stress trails as a result of keeping their relationship a secret, the microaggressions, breaching the fourth wall and others.

I think what this comes down to is differences in perspectives on a fundamental level. Not egos.

I don't see the things you see as the signs Jikook are real and dating, as signs Jikook are real and dating. If I did, I would be seeing every ship in BTS as real but I don't.

And you consider the metrics I use in ascertaining Jikook as vague something something. I think we are at an impasse.

But explain the bit about 'insensitive' to me please. I would love to engage in that discourse. Why would it be insensitive for two exes to act cordially with eachother within a workplace in the aftermath of a breakup?

Then the bit about grieving...

So grieving is one of your metrics for accessing whether or not two people are broken up?

That's interesting. I mean I don't disagree but I also don't think Jikook are gonna come to work with oversized pajamas, dark shades, boxes of tissues and a blanket slung over their shoulders because of a broken heart... it's 2020 not Manila. They've grown, are learning and getting better at dealing with their emotions on camera because, as Suga pointed out, they are aware the least bit of tension translates to the screens.

I mean Jimin said it himself in his 2020 interview, he's learned to react less intensely to certain things. And sometimes, he tries to downplay certain things. He tries to perform Jikook when Jikook are not in a great place. It's only in recent times, On era, where JK has opted out and not gone along with it.

I think he does that and uses their shared 'Jikook agenda' and performances of Jikook as a means to fix things or break the ice between them at least.

But clearly Jk wasn't having it that day as he kept putting up boundaries with Jimin throughout that Run episode- unless of course you are disputing this as well on the grounds Jimin dragged his ass into a hug. Chilee.

I think most people wouldn't have felt there was something off with Jikook in that On period at all had it not been for Run 116. It's similar to how, had it not been for Jimin's birthday saga, the Esquire shoot behind scenes and Grammy reaction video, no one would have felt there was something going on between Jikook in the October timeline.

I think we would have seen and felt the less interactions and professionalism between them in the aftermath of it but for the most parts, moments like the couch scene in the Grammy reaction video wouldn't have made sense to any of us especially as we had just witnessed JK in the ON:E concert rushing to comfort and console JM when he was tearing up at the end of the concert.

At least when he pushed JM into a ditch somewhere in the dark in Soop we know he had been drinking and they were playing competitive sports. Even with that he still showed some concern when Jimin fell and injured himself afterwards.

I think we would all be wondering if Jikook were fanservice at that point, a fanservice relationship where JK only consoled Jimin when he cried infront of thousands of people at concerts and nibbled his ear while he was at it.

And I think we would be on opposite sides of the argument: me, arguing Jikook were experiencing a hiccup in their relationship and you, rationalizing that moment with anything from 'JK don't have to be at JM's beck and call' 'he is an introvert who is shy to show affections publicly' to even something about the weather.

But I would have looked at this moment from the October pop up video behind scenes and assumed JK was mad at Jimin for something JM had done and had done something in retaliation and was now feeling sorry he did.

And I would have based it off of this moment, or a countless similar ones from around On era or the previous eras where JK had done this exact same thing- frozen in place and staring at Jimin in the middle of a shoot or interview after sliding his hands down Tae's chest, clung on to the others unnecessarily to get a reaction out of JM.

Would I have been right? It really doesn't matter to me as long as it makes sense to me. I ship Jikook in a way that makes sense to me. Jikook are gay, in a gay relationship with each other and are human like anyone of us- that makes sense to me. Whether I am right or wrong.... who cares and why does it matter?

Personally, I think the only person grieving in that period was JK not JM and I don't think he grieved for long before he switched off his humanity and went stone cold tit for tat terminator on JM and BTS's ass. Lol. He had JM looking all kinds of subdued in that era. Lmho.

People grieve in various ways. In my opinion. For Jimin, I feel he puts on a strong facade most times when he has to film during such times and lately I feel he masks his emotions with anger.

Jk masks his pain with anger too sometimes but I feel in recent times, he is leaning more towards indifference. I think he tries not to be as affected by certain things as compared to the early half of 2020...

But I understand what you mean when you talk about grieve. I think for me rather than look for physical evidence of grief like a sad face, a tear drop dripping down a face, I love for vulnerability in them.

JK's is easy to tell because he tends to open himself up to others such as Tae or Jin or Hobi- and I don't mean like his interactions with them. I mean he leans on them for moral or emotional support.

In the Holiday remix video where he was hiding behind Jin, I felt he was feeling very vulnerable and exposed after that intense moment with Jimin.

It's what he does when he is feeling vulnerable. He turns to others especially Jimin and if Jimin is the cause of his vulnerability he turns away from him like he did within On era or even in Run 116.

When he is in a good place with Jimin, often he is closed off to the others. Jimin does the opposite. He shuts himself up entirely from the group. I don't think he likes to go through his pain by himself.

I've always found that bit fascinating about them. Jk opens himself to people when he is at his lowest while JM closes himself off when he is at his worst.

It played out in their rainy day fight as well. In JK's vulnerability, that's when he let Jimin in, lowering his walls while JM on the other hand closed himself off to him.

Can you give me more than they were together in that period because they played with eachother's lapels?

You don't think I'm thinking rationally when I insist on my theory? Uhmmm... okay? What is rational in this case?

Listen, I recieve a lot of hate for my 'irrational thoughts and opinions' out in these streets. I've lost potentially great friendship on this platform because of it. As I type this, there is someone in someone else's DMs persuading them not to read and engage with my posts because I'm extremely evil I think Jikook break up from time to time in their relationship.

If I genuinely believed in the slightest least or had the least doubt that Jikook were together in that period I would change my mind on the topic- damn my pride and ego. It simply isn't worth the hustle.

If it helps your sanity, please stop reading my blogs. My blogs are not for everyone. It makes some people happy, it makes some people mad and some people experience both.

My gratification is in sharing my thoughts and chronicling Jikook's journey for my own appeasement and support of Jikook. I owe it to them as a believer and a supporter to humanize them as much as possible.

I do not seek to convert others, change minds, or convince anyone of my opinions or to disabuse anyone of theirs.

Let's just agree to disagree on the matter please. Or if you can drop the ad hominems, I would be more than happy to go back and forth with you on this very topic. It's actually shaping out to be one of my favorite Jikook eras. I love me some terminator JK. Lol.

Signed,

GOLDY

[imaginethatneathuh]

Winter is Beautiful: Technical Boy - American Gods

I had to cut this in half because Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all as one.

Partially inspired by one of @random-imagines-blog Technical Boy posts.

Done for @atomicdetectivehideout‘s December challenge (yes, I know I’m a day late, shut up).

I’m not good at romance.

Fluff.

Word count: 4.4K+

Second Part

You smiled at the trees, barren and lifeless, all except the pines.

The pines were strong and sturdy. That beautiful pine green, even in the dead of winter. A faint hint of brown spiked the otherwise green needles. A sign of Death and Disease knocking on the trees' door.

The faint sound of Winter-ready birds hung in the air. Their song, even compared to the sunset, was something to behold. The rustle of the trees as the birds flew between the branches reminded you of days long past.

You inhaled the cold, country, Winter air. As you breathed out, a puff of smoke spread out. The warmth of your breath soon dissipated as the frozen air overtook it. dissipating. You smiled, satisfied.

The cool, pale yellows, blues, and pinks of the sunset waltzed across the sky. Not even the chilly air, which was sure to get worse, could dissuade you from spending time that night under the stars, especially on a night like tonight.

While the alignment of Jupiter and Saturn was not the main focus, it certainly helped to convince Technical Boy to come along. It was a "Once every 800 years" kind of event. Something that he would never get the chance to see again.

It had taken forever to get the tech god to agree. You hadn't expected anything less. He was him, but you were also you. Both equally stubborn in your own ways.

Speaking of the devil, the young god stood beside you, wrapped in far too many layers.

A beanie donned his head, along with a scarf, gloves, a Winter coat with two sweaters underneath (both of which you hadn’t the chance to see), a pair of jeans, snow pants, and winter boots.

It was beyond excessive in your eyes.

"You don't need all of those, T," you said. "You'll be fine."

He scoffed. Both of his hands wrapped around his upper arms, rubbing them.

"Like Hell," he mumbled teeth chattering.

How he could still be cold with all those layers was a mystery to you.

A blanket hung over your shoulder as you looked back at him.

"Let's just go."

"Home?" He asked, perking up a little.

"No, to the meadow."

Technical Boy groaned as he walked after you stiffly, following as closely behind as he could. The thick snow pants on top of jeans were hard to walk with.

Sure, the snow was a little high, but no higher than it usually was here around the Solstice.

A part of you wanted to grab his hand, just to hold it, but you thought better of it.

It wouldn’t be like it was the first time you’d held hands. The two of you had done it a thousand times. Okay, maybe that’s an over-exaggeration, but the point still remains; it wasn’t a big deal. Well, it shouldn’t be a big deal.

So, why not just take his hand?

Maybe because in the last few months, how you felt about him changed. When he smiled at you; or even just looked in your direction, it was like the world stopped moving. Your heart raced when he touched you. At times, you thought he could hear your heart pounding in your chest, especially when the two of you would lie together and cuddle. When he’d ‘Hmm?’ when you said something to him, your heart would turn to goop.  When he joked with you, you laughed harder than usual. Even just being around him made you feel this warmth deep inside. This feeling of being known without thinking he’d shame you for anything. It was slightly addicting but in a good way.

And as much as there had been a change in you, maybe there had been a slight change in him, too. Sometimes, when you stayed over at his place, he’d offer you his clothes if you wanted to take a shower. That way you wouldn’t have to wear dirty clothes after getting clean. That’s the excuse he always used anyway. There were times when he stayed at your place where he’d get all nervous about sleeping in the same bed together, even though you’d done it before, and he hadn’t had a problem then. He showed you affection and kindness and rarely said anything bad or rude about/to your family. He was kinder and sweeter now, less of a cat, more of a dog.

You also noticed things about him that you hadn’t before. Like the way he’d look at you with that big, goofy, adorable smile and how his eyes would shine brighter than the sun, the moon, and all of the stars when he saw you. Or how any time he hugged you, he would nuzzle into your neck and hang on for a little longer than most people. There were the times when Technical Boy would get hyper-focused on something and zone out. He looked adorable every time.

But there were also things you think you looked too much into. Like the little surprise visits and gifts he gave felt like more than what a friend would do. Before, you’d never noticed how much he’d look at you or how much more playful he was around you than most people. Of course, you’d never let yourself hope for more. He was a god, after all.

•

The two of you trudged through the snow as the sun set ahead of you. The pale colours of the evening gave way to the rich, dark blue of the night. Stars twinkling like diamonds suspended high in the sky.

For a moment, you thought you'd have to start pulling Technical Boy along. Thankfully, he kept up, even with all the layers.

"I was not built for the cold, Y/N,” he said.

You forged ahead. Trying (and failing) to suppress a smile, you looked behind you before turning back front.

"You're not used to the cold, that's all."

He whimpered, dashing to get back to your side. It was warmer than when he was by himself.

"How 'bout we just go back, yeah? Go back to the cabin? Where it's warm."

Stopping in the snow, letting it soak into your jeans, you faced him.

"If it bothers you that much, you can go back, but I'm not."

You didn't want him to go. He was the reason you wanted to come out here tonight in the first place. It wouldn't be right without him. Besides, two bodies are warmer than one.

Technical Boy looked between the warmth of the cabin that he so badly craved and you, the reason he was willingly out here, freezing his arse off.

Eventually, he chose to follow you, stepping to your side.

The snow flew up with every step. Some of it was packed beneath his boots, other bits stuck on them, but at least he wasn’t being drenched by it.

•

As you got to a fenced-in field, a smile spread across your face.

It was almost entirely dark now. The last vestiges of light from the sun were blinking out, disappearing behind the horizon. The stars and the half-moon became your only guide.

You giggled and looked behind you, still smiling widely.

"Come on," you said, offering your hand to Technical Boy.

He stayed where he was, a worried look on his face.

Your hand fell as you sighed.

"Really, T?"

The god shuffled backwards.

The low, barbed-wire fencing stood between you and your favourite place in the world. Besides maybe with Technical Boy.

Near an old, what you assumed to be, power box lay a dip in the fencing. The fencing had been bent and broken years ago, long before you ever came to the meadow.

Using one of the old, wooden posts the wire was wrapped around, you hopped over.

Breathing deeply, you face away from the dirt road and to the pure, untouched snow of the pasture. Your eyes closed as the wind whipped by.

Technical Boy whined behind you, reminding you of a puppy who wanted attention.

You turned to face him, a renewed light inside you.

"Come on, don't be a wuss," you said. "It's just a fence."

He looked at the fencing, then at you, bouncing side to side.

"Fine, be a wuss, but I'm going to enjoy the pasture."

You twisted back to the snowy, rolling hills far away.

"I'm not a wuss," he said.

You looked over your shoulder with a smirk and said, "Prove it then."

Technical Boy, scowling, glared at the fencing and stepped forward.

“Do we really have to do this? I mean, it’s fucking freezing out here. Not to mention, it’s really stupid. There are apps made for stargazing for crying out loud! We can stargaze where it’s warm, believe it or not,” he complained.

While his point about the apps was fair, the app could never capture the beauty of watching the stars with the naked eye.

"T," you tease in a singsong voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Technical Boy gripped the post you did when you hopped over. "Don't rush me."

"The sun has already set. We don't have time for this."

That wasn’t true. The stars would be there for hours to come, but you had to get him moving somehow.

With another small whine and some mental encouragement, the god hopped over. Now on the same side as you, he backed away from the fence, facing it.

He turned to you lethargically like he was bored, and glared at you.

“Great, I’m over here. Now what?”

Unable to resist, you snickered.

“What?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, you just sound really fucking bored. I can’t combine that with the shivering you. It just doesn’t work in my head.”

He rolled his eyes and walked toward you.

“Whatever,” he said before rubbing his hands together and breathing into them.

You wiped your freezing nose with your equally cold hand, sniffing.

Eyebrows furrowed, Technical Boy took off one of his gloves and pressed a hand to your cheek.

You tried to bat it away, but he ignored it.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you're freezing," he worries. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You pushed him away slightly, his hands drifting to your upper arms.

"It's nothing I haven't handled before."

"Come here," he said.

He shed his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. Taking his scarf off, he coiled it around your neck, tucking it over your nose sweetly. You giggled as he moved his hands to grasp yours.

"You feel like ice," he comments.

You shook your head, a smile plastered on your face.

"I'm fine, T. Let's just enjoy the night."

"What if you get sick!"

You sighed.

"I'm not going to get sick."

"That's what they all say," he said, pulling you close. "But then starts the sniffling and the coughing and sneezing. Not to mention the fever!"

You laughed at him. Pushing away, you took off and wrapped the scarf back around Technical Boy's neck. You glanced down to hide your giggles, but you’re greeted by a peculiar sight.

Covering your mouth, you stared at his chest.

He looked down at his sweater.

"What?"

"I can't believe you're wearing that."

He pulled it down, pouting.

"Your mother gave it to me. Plus, it's also almost Christmas. I thought it was festive."

You burst out laughing.

The ugly Rudolph the Reindeer sweater looked so stupid on him, you just couldn't help it.

"Y/N, don't be mean. I'm sure it took her forever to find one this ugly."

You kept laughing and pulled him into a hug, burying your head into his neck.

"I love you, you dumbass," you said, pushing away.

He smiled at you.

"I love you, too."

It may have been from the cold and wind, but you could have sworn there was a hint of pink on his cheeks.

You handed him back his coat.

"No, Y/N, you need it."

Instead of taking no for an answer, you tossed it onto his face.

As it fell off, Technical Boy caught it and gave you a look. The "done with your bullshit" look he often gave.

You just smiled over your shoulder and laid down the blanket over the snow.

•

The two of you stared up at the sky. For the first time since you managed to pull Technical Boy out here, it was quiet. Save for the wind rustling the branches and the coyotes howling far off in the distance. Some might be afraid of them, but not you. They were comforting. Familiar really.

Taking a deep breath, you could smell the clean snow. It was like water but cooler. As you'd expect from ice.

So enraptured by the peace, you hadn't noticed Tech staring at you with one of those rare, soft smiles on his face.

"Why'd you bring me out here," he asked.

Breaking from the serenity, you turned to look at him. His face fairer than usual because of the light reflecting off the snow from the half-moon.

"I wanted to stargaze with you."

Technical Boy nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer. Keyword is "seemingly".

"Okay," he said, turning back to the sky, a pink hint to his cold cheeks. "But you never bring anyone out here. Not home, not to the cabin, and definitely not here. You only ever talk about this place like it’s a far-off memory. You don't even take the animals out here."

You sighed.

The stars glittered with the glowing moon.

"It's my quiet place," you said. "Where I go when I'm not really there. When all else fails, I can always come here." Looking at the sky, you smiled. "It's the most important place in the world to me. I guess, I just wanted to share that with you." You looked down and rubbed your arm.

Technical Boy let a smile spread across his face.

Cupping your cheek, he guided you to face him.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. "I mean it."

You smiled back.

Technical Boy wrapped an arm around you and laid his head on your shoulder.

You watched the stars, Jupiter and Saturn's alignment shining amongst them.

[taeswurld]

Ace X [Door Handle]

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

genre: humor, romance

TW: violence, cursing, angst, fluff

Summary:

Shifting into My Hero was a total mistake, all those tiktoks you watched on a daily about shifting somehow convinced your brain to take part. Now the question is how to wake up, and most importantly, DON’T GET ATTACHED TO STUPID DRAWINGS!

A/N:

I’M LATE, LIKE A WEEK LATE, BUT I DID IT :D

ENJOY HOTTIES

{ACE MASTERLIST

You wake to the sound of Hiro drenching your face in doggy drool. 

“Ugh, gross!” You yell, trying to push him off you. 

As you push your covers off your body, you keep your eyes closed, scared for the outcome. 

Honestly, you were feeling a bit conflicted. As much as you wanted to go home, you couldn't say you would be completely bummed out of spending another day at U.A. Especially with your new friends, and whatever Bakugou was. 

Ah, Bakugou. You couldn't say your thoughts of him have cleared up, considering you: 

1. Find him extremely attractive.

2. You probably dated before you lost your memories of anything that happened in this dimension. 

and 3. He’s so fucking irritating but so hot at the same time. 

You as you take a deep breathe, you slowly open one eye at a time, scared at what you were going to see. But honestly, you didn’t see much. 

You were stuck in a white room, wearing the same clothes as last night, and with absolute silence, except for the sound of Hiro panting and the occasional whine. 

“What the fuck?” You wondered. 

Standing from the bed, you make your way to the door, but before you can grab the handle, the door completely disappears. 

Okay, you are for sure going fucking crazy at this point, but then again, what else is new? But then you notice, the door didn't disappear, instead it was moved to the opposite wall, completely on the other side of the room. But as you job to grab the handle once more, the door, moves once again to the other wall. 

As you groan at frustration, you increase your speed to hopefully catch the door. 

But nope, no success. 

“Ah! This shit is getting old! Stop transporting you stupid door!” You yell. 

Just inches before you are able to grab the handle, the door moves to the ceiling. 

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yell in anger. 

Frustrated, you feel a familiar tug at your belly, and your entire body radiates in energy, but your mind is too occupied at trying to catch the door handle. 

Jumping up, you force an energy to push you to the ceiling, frantic to grab the door handle, but you fail once more, with the door moving to the floor. 

Scowling, you force the energy around you to bend to your will, and put you on the floor. 

Staring down at the door handle, determined to grab it, you push energy out of your hands to make you fly quick to grab the door handle before it could disappear. But just as you were graze the handle, the door zips to the other side. 

Okay, now you were pissed. 

You felt another tug at your stomach, this time stronger than ever. 

As the energy and anger oozed out of you, everything in the room started levitating, including yourself. You felt heat at the back of your eyeballs, and feeling your hands pulsating with power. 

And just as you’re about to lose your shit, Hiro springs into action. 

You see him zoom past you, and pushing against the floor with great power, he jumps up at the door before grabbing it with his teeth. 

Feeling yourself calm down, you run to Hiro before he lets go of the handle. 

“Hiro! Good job boy! Keep hanging on!” You praise. 

Snapping his fingers to release the handle, you quickly grab it before it has another chance to disappear. 

“Fucking finally!” You say, turning the handle to leave the stupid white room. 

Opening the handle, to enter another room to see Mr. Aizawa, Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya, and another skinny blonde guy all arguing. 

While Midoriya looked like he was trying his best to diffuse the situation, Bakugou was having a screaming match with Mr. Aizawa, and Todoroki butting in every now and then to give his points, not exactly making things better seeing as everyone was yelling at each other. 

The blonde skinny man quickly took notice and walked out of the argument to greet you. 

“Ah young Y/N. How are you feeling?” He said with a soft, reassuring smile on his face. 

“I’m good, my head kind of hurts, and I’m still a little pissed at that stupid door, but I’m fine.” You respond holding your head. 

“Woof!”

“Ah yes, young Hiro. And how are you feeling?” He asks your dog. 

“Woof!” He responds back. 

“Ah, that’s good to hear,” he responds. You turn your head to the side, confused at why this small dude can understand your dog. 

“You can understand what he says?” You ask. 

“Yes, Hiro is a very advanced dog, with a quirk of telepathy and beta status. He’s pretty powerful, if I do say so myself.” He smiles back. 

“Beta? Then if his quirk is being a beta, who’s his alpha?” You wonder aloud. 

“Well,” He sighs, “You.” 

Throwing him a confused look, he explains his reasoning further. 

“You see young Y/N, Hiro is a pretty strong number two. He is second in command, so everyone he comes to come in contact with can understand his orders. But, with that being said, he acknowledges power, and therefore bends to his alpha. You have a strong quirk, and have built a relationship with Hiro with love and affection for one another, just as you love him as a pet, he loves your as his alpha. This relationship can prove to be a great ally to you in the future, just as he helped you catch the handle of the door to escape the white room” He explains. 

Perking up at the white room, you feel your anger and confusion going back to you. 

“Speaking of which, why the fuck was I in that stupid room anyways!” You yell. 

As if everyone felt the presence of your anger, all the boys turned to look at you, finally acknowledging you. 

“Y/N!” They all yell simultaneously. 

As they all push to run towards you, they get held back by Aizawa’s scarf. 

“Hey! What did I just say!” He yells. 

“Listen, sir, with the least respect, you had no reason to put her in there!” Bakugou yells. 

“She was fine. As much I try, I cannot see your reasoning at testing her powers when there’s only so much she could take at this level!” Todoroki says, with his eyebrows pushed together in a scowl. 

“Guys! They know what they’re doing! We should trust U.A. to protect Y/N as best as they see fit possible. But, maybe this wasn't the best way to go about it.” Midoriya says, trying to calm everyone down. 

“As I told you brats once, we couldn’t have another situation like two days ago, or yesterday at Gym Gamma happening again. We all know her powers a little too powerful to try to understand and tame, therefore we need all the research we could get.” He says, his eyes glowing red in irritation. 

“Hey! I’m right here!” You say marching your way to Aizawa. Standing in front of him pushing your face in between Bakugou and Todoroki, you scowl your features to express your irritation. 

As if noticing your close proximity, the two boys turn their heads opposite of you with a red blush taking over their faces. 

“If you wanted to test me, you could've just asked! You didn't have to stick me into a white room as if I’m a fucking psychopath!” You growl. 

“We need to test your frustration and anger, and this was the best way to do it. You seem to have control of your quirk, and we need to find out which emotions are safe to express, and which emotions we need to find ways to control. And as short as your temper is,” He said glaring straight into you, “you seem to have control over it. Therefore anger is not a big problem” He finishes, letting the three boys fall to the floor. 

“Ouch! A warning would be nice!” Bakugou scowls. 

“Problem children who yell at their teachers don’t deserve a warning!” He says sternly before his eyes flash red. 

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New Dynasty Chapter 27

Peter sipped his coffee and wondered why he bothered when he metabolized it too quickly for the caffeine to actually do anything. He didn’t even really like the taste of coffee, and yet every time he went to this internet cafe he ordered the same thing. Ah, well, it didn’t really matter much.

He scanned the screen in front of him as he read responses to his blog. Well, not Peter’s blog (because who would read about Peter), but Spiderman’s blog. Most of the comments were along the lines of “who’s writing this because Spiderman wouldn't have a blog” type. He ignored those.

The blog was actually stress release. He felt better after a day of trying to stop Green Goblin without killing him (and seriously, when would the lab make an antidote to the serum that turned Norman Osborn insane?) if he could rant about it. It wasn’t just ranting though—he also posted the little acts of kindness he saw every night during patrol; like the clerk who bought a jug of milk so that a starving runaway would have something healthy to drink, the officer who spent a little extra time helping a high school student with her homework in the park, things like that. Things he noticed and saw—and made those people better heroes than Spiderman would every be.

Oddly enough, today there was a comment with a mini rant on, of all people, Deadpool. After a quick internet search—Deadpool, master mercenary, insane psychopathic killer, the works—Peter puts his coffee down and types a short post.

I’ve been hearing a lot about a mercenary known as Deadpool. I’ve heard that he’s got no morals, is certifiably insane, and has a larger kill count than the last world war. If you read this Deadpool, I want to tell you something: Don’t kill in my city.

Peter did a quick scan for grammar mistakes, and posted the short message. He never intended it to be an invitation.

^^^

Peter was swinging on patrol when he caught sight of a lunatic in a bright red and black, almost form-fitting leather suit. The form was surrounded by armed men and he swung over to see what was going on. “Fellas,” the lunatic said, “I’m flattered—I really am, but have you actually thought this through?” The lunatic paused. “No, I don’t think he knows his face looks like a gorilla’s ass, but I’ll ask. Hey flat-face! Did you know your face looks like a gorilla’s ass?”

Peter rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop a grin. The man the lunatic was talking to had a crease in the middle of his face that did, indeed, make it resemble an ass. Before the man could react Peter caught him with a strand of webbing, yanked him back, and cocooned him.

“Holy shit! It’s Spiderman!” yelled the lunatic before turning and punching one of the men so hard the man’s face deformed. “Hey Spidey! I haven’t killed anyone in your city! Oh, shit, you are still alive, aren’t you? Don’t make a liar out of me!” The lunatic picked up the goon he punched and the man, misshapen face and all, flops around. “Er.” The lunatic put his face on the guy’s chest, nodded, and let him drop to the roof as most of the other men (the ones Peter didn’t web) fled the scene. “Yup, still alive,” the lunatic announced.

Peter stood and looked at the other man in the suit. “You must be Deadpool,” he said flatly.

Somehow, the other man managed to beam at Peter through his suit. “Yes I am. And I haven’t killed anyone in your city!”

Peter remembered the blog and bit back a sigh. He hadn’t meant that to be an invitation—but Deadpool was here. He walked over and gently pat Deadpool on the shoulder. “Good job,” he told the lunatic. A sound caught his attention and he frowned as he pinpointed it. “Bank robbery—this time of night?” he murmured.

“Oh! Let me come too! I want to help too!”

Peter looked at Deadpool, at the mercenary so feared that most people wet their pants, bouncing up and down like an excited puppy. “All right,” he agreed grudgingly, “but let me call someone.”

“A cabbie? A helicopter? Your lady friend?” Somehow the suit gave an impression of waggling eyebrows.

“Police,” Peter said vaguely as he reported the men, requested an armed ambulance escort for one of them, and then closed the phone before tucking it back in his pocket.

“Holy shit, and they say I’m amazing. Well, never twice, but holy shit! Where, in that tightness, did you put a pocket?”

“Are you going to do this the whole way?” asked Peter warily. “Because if you are, you can just meet me at the bank.” He gave the frozen lunatic the address of the bank in question and swings off.

^^^^

Over the next week, Peter kept running into Deadpool while patrolling. True to his word, Deadpool didn’t kill anyone. He seemed happy (albeit, really insane) just tagging along with Peter and helping him fight crime and, occasionally, some of the other people Spiderman had to fight on occasion.

The funniest thing was that Deadpool had begun replying to the Spiderman blog. The comments were just as random, weird, and funny as Deadpool was. Peter didn’t really admit it much, but he enjoyed reading about their patrols together from Deadpool’s point of view.

One night the two of them had teamed up together to fight the Lizard as he was destroying (once again) the building of the lab that he used to work for. “This is not a good idea,” he warned as Deadpool tried to sneak up on the Lizard (difficult, since both Spiderman and the Lizard were scaling the wall). The Lizard’s tail swung out, knocking Deadpool off the side of the building—at thirty floors up.

Peter swung over, grabbed the mercenary, and helped him to a fire escape. “How about an ambush on the roof?” he asked casually, as if he rescued falling mercenaries every day.

Even through the mask he could tell Deadpool was grinning. “Why not?” he demanded. “Rooftop battles are my favorite. The moonlight does wonders for my complexion.”

Peter rolled his eyes, grateful his mask was less expressive than Deadpool’s, and scaled back to haul the Lizard out of a window he was crawling into. “Hey tall dark and scaly,” he taunted as he dodged an arm that went through the brick of the building. “Ready to give up yet?” The Lizard roared and charged after Peter, gouging chunks of brick and mortar off in the process. Peter just managed to make it over the top of the roof and duck as Deadpool’s blade (dull side out) smashed into the Lizard’s neck, knocking him unconscious.

The lizard shivered—and slowly shrank back into Dr. Conner, who shivered, naked, in the moonlight.

“What the fuck?” demanded Deadpool as Peter used a blanket to cover the man.

“Dr. Conner’s been researching something to help people regrow lost limbs,” Peter said as he picked up the older man. “There are some—side effects to the serum.”

“That’s one hell of a side effect.” Deadpool followed Spiderman to the ground and to the shelter that Dr. Conner’s wife (after some consultation with Spiderman) had built for the unconscious scientist to be returned to after a fight with Spiderman.

Peter grimaced as he remembered. “Yeah,” he said wearily. “When he found out his project was being shut down he wanted to prove the serum would work on a human subject—so he took it.”

“He took it?”

“Well, giving it to someone else wouldn't be ethical.” Peter tucked Dr. Conner into the shelter and turned to face Deadpool. “There are a lot people like that in this city Deadpool. People who aren’t bad, but are doing bad things because of things that have happened to them. I can’t save everyone,” he added pensively, “but I can try.” The two of them turned and began walking out of the alley. Deadpool was, for the moment, uncharacteristically silent. “I’m glad you trusted me enough to catch you like that,” Peter said.

“What? Trust? Oh—that. Nah, it wouldn't have been a big deal if I had fallen Spidey,” Deadpool said casually. “I can’t die.”

Peter stopped walking, stared at the mercenary, and then began to yell at him about the importance of looking after himself and it didn’t matter if he could just come back from the dead he shouldn’t be dying in the first place.

At the end of the long rant dawn was starting to break over the city and Deadpool just stared at Peter, his usually expressive mask entirely still. “You hungry? I know a great Mexican place—open twenty-four hours!”

Peter sighed. “Yeah, sure, why not.”

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Yugioh S4 Ep1 Part 2: The Soul Stealing Motorcycle Card Gang With an Australian Accent

So a lot of things that happen at once in this episode, and one of the wild things is something that has been building for 3 entire seasons of Yugioh but because all this other stuff is happening, it’s like...secondary. Slowly, we’ve been watching all of these cards becoming more and more real to the point that yes, they are in fact Physical now--other people are noticing, it’s finally happening. the cards are finally real. Magic exists. This is a very big deal.

Like I’ve seen some of y’alls comments about how S4 is kind of crazy and well...cards becoming real was my one and only guess as to what crazy thing could happen in S4 and that happened halfway through the first episode so...it’s all uphill from here

But what’s crazy about this is that although this has been built up for so long,  all our main characters are so freakin distracted, that they look up at the sky and see...youknow...this tapestry here:

And treat it like they’re looking at a flock of really weird birds or something. Like this is world breaking, terrifying, end of the world, Independence Day level red alert and yet instead of the military marching down and shooting lasers at all of these things, everyone is going to just simply walk home.

No one is going to evacuate. Yugi’s Dad isn’t going to show up in a Mad Max style motorcycle in jean cutoffs and be like “I knew it was happening, Son, this is what I’ve been doing for the past 3 years PS, it was worth it now, huh?” no, that isn’t happening.

Instead we’re going to very patiently, and very carefully just not panic and walk home.

Everyone’s just gonna...walk on the sidewalk home, huh? Patiently follow traffic laws? Wait for the light to turn red and everything?

No one even slightly wants to know what any of these monsters taste like? Just me? I mean this is your one opportunity to cook and eat a scapegoat and you know that thing’s got to be delicious under barbecue sauce.

And the funny thing is, people saw this happening and was like “I should call that game company and let them know that there’s real ass dragons that look like their video game flying around.”

Like imagine that Nintendo became real and there’s just...Goombas everywhere. Would I be...calling the Nintendo Hotline?

Hell No. I would be checking all food blogs everywhere for how to roast a Goomba on a grill, because you KNOW those things would be nuts after a few hours in a marinade, draped with fried egg on rice.

But in Yugioh, they’re like calling up Kaiba Corp and hoping that customer service can somehow make the living, breathing dragons and whatever that flying turtle thing was just...stop existing. They’re pretty sure Kaiba can “turn off” the flying monsters.

I think I’m still spelling it wrong, too.

Also, Kuriboh is real now and that...sucks.

That’s a lot of gross hair just flying around and I guarantee it’s gonna give everyone lice. That nasty ass sentient ball of hair you pulled out of your shower drain is just...flying around outside with huge googly eyes.

Freakin sucks. You can’t possibly eat a Kuriboh, it’s way too much hair and I guarantee when you skin that thing it’s like just a meatball to put on the tiniest little skewer and that’s it.

Sorry Bro just informed me that Kuriboh is a ghost??????

???

Also one of the cards is straight up an American Quarter.

I just want to bring up that there’s one (1) cursed ass American Quarter somewhere on Earth and that is going to be a real shocker for the one person that picks up that Quarter and doesn’t realize that when you flip it, it can kill people.

And I just did hunt to figure out what the hell the quarter card is called and I’m starting to think maybe the the show made it up? Wtv my memory is patchy when it comes to the cards.

And for all the cards that are just people but with more muscles, what are they gonna do? Is Dark Magician gonna have to go try and get a reception job to pay the bills? Is anyone going to hire Dark Magician in this economy?

(read more under the cut)

On their pleasurable walk home amongst all the horrible abominations and I guess a couple of bizarre magician hats floating around, they come across...this:

They just left them there in the middle of the street next to this nasty ass Gecko that would ABSOLUTELY eat them.

Also that Gecko...that’s just an alligator that can climb walls, right? Like this is Florida level of insane terrible creature you never want to have climbing walls? That was the one thing we had on alligators--vertical walls.

Youknow, Florida is probably the only place on Earth in this Universe that is actually completely fine.

On the other side of town, Roland is having his best day ever.

I do enjoy that Roland's line was “Mr Kaiba assured me that it’s not their company’s fault” which makes it sound sort of like he had some serious doubts. And might still have some serious doubts. And that he’s so sure that it was Kaiba, that he’s just going to say the “company” isn’t to blame.

And so they decided, well instead of evacuating the city, lets go have dinner at the Muto house. So, they all decided to not check in with everyone else’s parents and family and instead had a fun hang out sesh and watched TV.

They went to school with this guy.

Like they went to school with this guy like a month ago and now he’s giving press conferences in front of a dictator-style tapastry.

The imposter syndrome in Domino High must be pretty wild if you’re always getting compared to Seto Kaiba, is all I’m saying. Maybe that’s why the rest of the class has just decided to drop out.

*Cut to Pegasus’ island where there’s like 80 dead wife zombies running around and Pegasus and Croquet have locked themselves into the bathroom while they watch the zombie wives eat whatever’s left of PaniK.*

It looks like my dream ending of Yugioh, that Seto Kaiba’s company gets sued to hell and back and everyone goes to prison isn’t quite realized yet but it’s looking slowly and surely more real every day.

Kind of surprising that they assume so quickly that Kaiba is lying when they’re sitting next to Pinocchio over here.

So once you think, well...they can’t add more to this episode, no, we’re just gonna straight up knock out Yugi’s Grandpa...again. He needs a life alert. Does Yugi wear a life alert?

And you’d think they’d assume that a monster did this, right? Nah. It’s people. Real ass people did this but not one of the many huge ass monsters that apparently are kind of like Pokémon and don’t feel like doing more than just flap their arms and sit on stuff.

Anyways, the God Cards are gone. Goodbye, Deux ex Machina cards.

Feel a little bad for the one building just directly under the shadow of obelisk, looking up and just seeing a giant, glittery, blue ass.

And then a whole bunch of motorcycles showed up??? Like MOTORCYCLES. And I was like “BRO are they gonna play cards on motorcycles!?” because one of the only reasons I decided “OK Bro, lets actually watch Yugioh” is, and I’ve said this before, because someone mentioned on twitter that they’ll play cards on motorcycles but no.

No one plays cards on motorcycles this episode, they just show up to rev their engines and shine their brights.

Also at least one of them has like the thickest stage Australian accent and it is...rough. He said “bum” once instead of “butt” and you could tell it was just...they said bum to make him sound a little bit more Aussie because we don't really know how to do Australian in the States. We don’t know how this accent works, I’m so sorry.

But anyways, apparently after the God Cards got their energy sapped out, they can now just...be played by whomever? Not entirely clear.

And then they just...drove away.

Like they drove away without even telling them where to go?

And I was like...maybe they just went to that building under construction right there that is...somehow directly across from Yugi’s house which is...directly across from a super wide 12 laned street?

But...that can’t be right, right? I’m sometimes a little confused by the geography of this show but it’s a cartoon and they’re hard to make so we’ll forgive it.

Anyway, while Grandpa Muto counts up the damages to send to the insurance company, they figure out where to go, probably by following the God Cards which are...summoned here like holograms although...they are real? Right?

Like...

...so if there’s monsters just flying around, and it’s all the monsters of the duel monster deck, then there is a version of Slither just hanging out somewhere already, right? Or is the one they summon with the card the real Slither?

The show never thought that hard about it honestly. You can both play duel monster cards which I believe are no longer holograms when you play them and also they just inherently exist now so...Lets not think about it and just go to a brand new fight club roof. You know how much these kids love construction equipment.

Also is this the roof of a freakin IKEA? Look at the size of that thing.

This cultist just begging for Seto Kaiba to run a helicopter straight into him. Which Seto would probably do all over again if Seto were here.

I guess Seto decided to either go the hell to sleep and hope tomorrow will prove today was a bad dream, or he is celebrating the very best day of his life with his brother, sight seeing all the dragons and desperately trying to lure the dragons into his home with carrots under a box trap or something.

This guy ABSOLUTELY does Shakespeare in the park and only gets like minor, very minor roles, right? Like he’s the understudy for King Lear’s manservant who has no speaking lines and just pours water into a cup in one scene? And he takes it VERY seriously?

Yo these side burns.

So bro was like, who do you think would have more product in their hair? This guy or Yugi? And it’s like..well...here’s the thing about Yugi’s hair, he’s got a lot of product, but he has enough scalp to tease the hell out of it. But how do you tease your side burns? How do you tease your side burns so they have the lift of an old timey moustache? you can’t. Those side burns are 90% Elmers glue.

Hello there, offbrand Final Fantasy guy I see you got a Cloud shoulder pad but you wear two of them.

...

It’s a look they chose.

I...there’s a lot going on with all of these looks, especially the guy who is straight up wearing pieces of armor on his shoulders in the middle here for no reason but oh I will get to the looks when we see them in more detail later.

But it’s like, do you think Mr Monocle, who’s only character design trait is a single Monocle, will stay in the show very long? Compared to these guys?

Hm.

I guess we will see.

Thanks, Pegasus.

Thanks for giving us absolutely NO heads up about any of your disaster cards you produced and let loose across the world. Congrats on that. Congrats on printing this freakin card that steals people’s souls and delivering it out there where children could find it in their happy meals.

Like do you think he printed the Orichalcos card before or after the God Cards? Because I’d like to think that he finished up shoving the God Cards onto Ishizu and then was like “phew, crisis averted” and then immediately painted a weird geometric shape and was like “Damn it! I did it again!? Every time I decide not to paint my dead wife I just paint something even worse!”

Anyways, it’s aesthetic takes me back to a much simpler time of my life, and when it shows up the Titanic song pops up in my head? I can’t explain it. It’s just very...very...

It just screams edgy Riverdance to me, maybe it’s just me, but I feel like it should be accompanied by Enya? Just me? The runes just seem very old world Europe.

Bro really wants these to be the runes above Noah’s fireplace and he’s been holding this in for like an entire season, but that’s not going to happen.

Because I have the receipts:

Evidence again that Noah’s fireplace was just what Noah thought art was, since he’s a computer and all. He rendered perfect fire and then got to the art and was like fuuuuuuuuuuu just like anyone else who first gets into Unity.

Anyway, Joey got knocked over, so Pharaoh decided to save his friends and it got him nowhere because, like we already figured out last episode and basically more and more every episode of Yugioh, Pharaoh is a freakin idiot.

So fun fact about the 00′s I’m sure everyone here fondly remembers unless you’re 12 (in which case, why are you on tumblr?) Remember how much we were OBSESSED with glowy blue-green lines and dots on everything in concept art? I really think that trend lasted until about James Cameron’s Avatar when we realized “we took it too far y’all” and then it just kinda died. Still hangs around, but it’s not quite as obvious as the 00′s when it was like “ah I see you have a glowy pastel magicky thingy in your art. A+, lets put it in a grimdark dystopian YA fiction.”

...It was a phase and seeing this shade of green as a glow just really brings me back to the halcyon days of a little less than 10 years ago. It’s very something that would have been in steampunk.

They also get this logo on their head when they use this card, just like Pharaoh but significantly less cool. And it’s on all this guy’s monsters too, so everyone gets the power of branding. With this logo that looks like a joke Portlandia would make about indie logos.

Pharaoh kind of shrugs this off because like...his soul lives in a freakin necklace and he has magic so...whatever.

And then we get the full cheese spread--look at this cheese!

WOWOWOWOW

Look at Dieselpunk Amelie! Here I thought that now Marik wasn’t around we’d have no more stupid crop tops, but it’s back and man I am so happy it’s back. Damn. Everyone has a popped collar covered in as many square inches of belts as they could fit on em. Belts just hanging off willy nilly in every direction so you can barely walk through a hallway without your belt slapping on the edges. Them walking through a revolving door must be the most dangerous game outside of Duel Monsters.

woah.

Oh man, and I didn’t even noticed that they made the middle guy ripped as hell for no reason. His arm looks like a Payday candybar.

But MAN.

Someone give that guy on the right a sword the size of himself because...holy hell his jacket is so massive that it has an accordion shoulder pad for some reason???

Oh shoot I didn’t even realize guy on the right has about 6 rivets on his fingerless gloves, too. Wow.

Oh man it’s a lot to take in.

Do you see em? Do you see how many weird ass accessories are all over these characters these underpaid animators will have to draw SO MANY TIMES?

Oh man, the poor cosplayers! It must be so hard to go from Bandit Keith--a fairly easy cosplay--to the Accordian shouldered 11-belted jacket on Mr I-Dare-You-To-Cosplay-These-Sideburns.

And then this guy screws himself:

I’m not gonna add him to the Yugioh Death Counter yet, but I have a feeling, especially after seeing how few belts this guy has on...I just have a really strong feeling he’s absolutely going to die.

Goodbye, normal guy, you were too normie for this bizarre world.

Anyway, feel free to leave in the comments, if Yugioh cards became real, which one would you immediately eat and how? (and we can count plant cards as actual plants for the vegans, even if they can talk or whatev--them’s plants, they’re kosher.)

(realizes I have no idea if there’s even plant type cards in Yugioh or if that’s just a pokemon thing)

Anyway that’s all for now but if you just got here, this is a link to read all my Yugioh recaps in Chrono Order, fair warning...this is S4.

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The Incredible Petrified World

When choosing episodes that never were, it is always tempting to just pick crap movies I enjoy watching, like Lady Frankenstein or The Giant Claw, and ignore the unwatchable bilge – but this blog is about films that were or should have been on MST3K, and they riffed their way through quite a bit of unwatchable bilge over the years, from The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy to dreary dubbed Hamlet. I would therefore be sadly remiss if I neglected truly wretched movies entirely, and so we come to The Incredible Petrified World.  It’s a Jerry Warren movie that serves very well to emphasize that Teenage Zombies might be his best work, and it stars John Carradine from The Unearthly and Phyllis Coates from Invasion USA.  It’s also one of the most difficult movies I’ve ever had to sit through, right up there with Invasion of the Neptune Men, so brace yourselves because this is gonna hurt.

A Dr. Wyman (evidently this is before the Blood Beast ate his brain) has invented a special deep-diving bell, and it’s time for its first test in the Caribbean. The expedition consists of three scientists and a reporter – the former are two identical-faced men and a brunette, and the latter is a blonde.  Don’t expect me to remember their names.  Halfway down, the cable snaps and they plummet to the seafloor… but when they come to, they realize there’s light in the windows.  They’ve somehow entered a series of underwater caverns, which are inexplicably full of air and light!  After wandering around eating up time I could have spent watching a better movie, they encounter a man in a fake beard who says he’s been down there for fourteen years. For some reason this guy decides to kill them all, but at the last minute a volcano erupts, squashing him so everybody else can be rescued.

Interspersed with all this are scenes of Wyman’s brother and his collaborators, helping in the search for the missing scientists and building their own diving bell for a follow-up mission.  These parts seemed weirdly disconnected from the rest of the movie, and I wondered if they were shot and added later because somebody thought the movie was going to be too short.  But then at the end, all these characters appear together on the rescue boat.  I guess the writing just sucked.

Oh, man, fuck this movie.  It really is the dumbest, dullest thing imaginable.  The whole thing is just a bunch of scenes that wander across the screen but never amount to much, so in that spirit I’m going to make a bunch of observations and not worry about whether they add up to a review.  Here goes.

The actual beginning of the movie is some footage of an octopus fighting a shark, while a narrator tells us that the sea is the wildest and most hostile place on earth… although his words aren’t nearly so poetic.  In fact, the narrator sounds like he’s reading the script aloud for the first time, while wondering if he remembered to lock his car.  He drones on and on about the things that lurk in the depths while we see dull footage of fish swimming around for nearly four minutes.  I already want to turn this off and go do something fun, like sweep the floor. Even worse, none of this has a crumb to do with the rest of the movie, which is set not at the seafloor, but in a cave, where there are no sharks or octopodes.

The diving bell looks about as solid as a beach ball and is significantly bigger on the inside than the outside.  Everything in it is controlled by two switches on the wall and an oscilloscope. The dialogue is at pains to note that the second bell, the one built by Wyman’s brother, is identical to the first. This means they can use the same set.

All these undersea caverns have nice level floors for the characters to walk on, which is good because the women wore heels for their descent into the murky abyss.  At one point they encounter an Australian perentie lizard, which is only seen in a cutaway because it’s stock footage from the other side of the world.  I don’t know how long they’re supposed to have spent wandering around in the caves but since the search was eventually called off it must have been a couple of weeks at least.  Despite this, nobody’s clothes get dirty.  The women’s hair and makeup always look perfect, and the men never need to shave.  Come to think of it, how does Beard Guy know he’s been down there for fourteen years? He’s in a fucking cave.  There’s no day or night to pass the time, and he doesn’t wear a watch.

Beard Guy apparently tells the characters that he and Mysterious Skeleton were sailors on a ship that sank, and that’s how they ended up in here. The two men suspect that he isn’t telling the truth.  It turns out Beard Guy is the one who killed Mysterious Skeleton, although it never tells us why – maybe he’s just crazy, or maybe he got really hungry one day. If there’s a dark truth to how he ended up in this place, however, the audience never learns what it is.

Much of what we see is just filling time.  One of the guys says they can make fishing spears out of some of the equipment they had in the diving bell, and then we have to watch them do it. There’s a bit where a guy back on land is driving somewhere, and we hear a news broadcast on the search, which is fine, but then we also have to listen to the weather report as well. Characters wander through rocks, and then wander back through the same rocks shot from a slightly different angle.

There is an attempt at subplots.  The blonde woman is the bitchy one and the brunette is the nice one.  The former has just broken up with her boyfriend and threw his engagement ring into the ocean.  One of the men confesses his love to the latter.  Both of these ideas come out of nowhere, are given three or four lines, and vanish into the mist, never to be heard from again.  Beard Guy, whose ‘beard’ looks more like a stuffed animal glued to his face, tries to rape the blonde while the men are gone.  Since the movie was made in the fifties he doesn’t get very far before he is buried by falling rocks.  If this had happened so the men could heroically save her, it would have annoyed me, but the utter pointlessness of the scene we did get is worse.

The erupting volcano is exactly like the erupting volcano in The Land that Time Forgot, in that the volcano only exists to end the movie at an arbitrary point.  At least it’s not here to steal the happy ending this time.  Footage of the actual eruption is upside-down for some reason, maybe because we’re under the ground.  What sense does that make?  Did the writer think the earth is hollow and volcanoes on its inner surface point down instead?

The dialogue is unsalvageable.  There’s an entire conversation between John Carradine and some other guy about why the cable broke on the first diving bell, and not only is everything they say nonsense, they can’t even make it sound like anything but.  Characters on Star Trek talk complete bullshit all the time, but at least they mostly sound like they believe in it.  John Carradine and his co-star have absolutely no idea what they’re saying, and don’t care enough to try.  Something about making the diving bell too strong.

It pretty much goes without saying that The Incredible Petrified World doesn’t have anything to say.  The entire story, insofar as it goes, is completely without point or plot.  It barely even has a premise.  Various characters take turns moaning and wailing about how they’re gonna be down here for the rest of their lives, but then they recover and get on with things after all.  The men discuss survival strategies and the women complain.  Nothing develops.  The blonde supposedly has an arc, in that at the end she says “my life will be changed from here on out”, but this is the most told and least shown character development of any movie ever.

It’s a complete mystery to me why anyone bothered making this movie.  Most movies have something going on: they want to tell a story, to examine an idea, to showcase an actor, to sell soundtrack albums, to leech money from nostalgic fans of an old cartoon… sometimes these ambitions are cynical but they’re still there.  Even really, really, legendarily bad movies have goals. Foodfight wants you to buy name-brand instead of generic.  Manos: the Hands of Fate wants to prove it’s not as difficult or expensive to make a movie as Hollywood would have you believe.  The Hottie and the Nottie wants to convince you that Paris Hilton can act.  All these movies are miserable fucking failures but you can tell what they were going for.

The Incredible Petrified World isn’t even going for anything.  It just takes some bad actors, stands them in front of the camera for a few minutes, and then lets them go home.  There is literally nothing beneath the surface, and the surface is so insubstantial it barely counts. It’s movie dark matter, adding to the mass of the universe but otherwise completely fucking inert.

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Hello! I’d like to request a one shot :) Could you possibly write something for Millard Nullings and a reader who’s hair changes color to match their emotions? Maybe they get in a bit of an argument and the reader is upset, but then they both apologize to each other and it’s all romantic and their hair goes bright pink when he says he loves them? Thank you! You’re blog is amazing!!!

Colourful, Peculiar Feelings ~ Millard Nullings One Shot 

Warnngs: A little sadness but a whole lot of fluff :)

Word Count: 1,539

Things had been difficult between you and Millard recently. He was spending a lot of time away researching for his book, an activity he clearly thought was best done alone. Normally you wouldn’t complain, considering this was how he spent the majority of his time these days, but lately, it had been getting to you.

You liked Millard a lot and understood how much his writing meant to him, especially as his passion and determination for it were one of the things that had attracted you to him in, the first place. However, it had reached a point where it seemed as though it was the only thing he cared about. Of course, you knew this wasn’t the case at all, but that didn’t stop the endless doubts from swirling around your head.

It was never Millard’s intention to make you feel that way, and you knew that. Maybe he was just stressed and wanted to spend time by himself.

It was times like this, that your peculiarity really came into full force and nothing you could do would hide it. As your emotions changed, so did the colour of your hair and right now it had decided to reflect your current state, which to your dismay was blue for sadness.

Having a peculiarity that was this out there, often made you feel a little insecure as everyone always knew that something was wrong. This of course always brought an onslaught of questions you didn’t want to answer. Millard, however, hadn’t been one of these people when he came back from his trip, instead, he proceeded on towards his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

He stayed there for the rest of the day, emerging only for dinner. You looked over at him as he took his usual seat next to you, leaned in towards your cheek and kissed it lightly. It was obvious that he hadn’t paid any attention to you, otherwise, he would have noticed how his actions had made you feel.

“So, how’s your day been Y/N?” Millard asked, proceeding to bring a forkful of food up towards his mouth.

“Oh, so now you care, do you?” You replied, the annoyance clear in your voice as you shot him a disapproving look.

“What do you mean?” Placing his cutlery down he turned towards you, an oblivious look in his eyes.

“What do I mean? What the hell do you think I mean Millard! You ignore me all week and I’m expected to act like everything is fine?” You yelled and the whole room went quiet. Everyone now watching the two of you, knowing how the events of the past week had made you feel. “And clearly you don’t care enough because if you’d actually paid enough attention, you’d know exactly how your actions have made me feel!” You slammed your knife and fork down on the table before storming out of the room your (H/L) hair, now bright red.

The tension only rose once you had left as Millard sat stunned and disgusted that he had made you feel this upset. He was aware of how much you had to put up with already just to be with him, having given up so much in order to start a relationship with him, your family, your friends, your entire life to join him and the others in the loop. The signs had been obvious, the hair should have told him everything he needed to know about your emotions, however, he’d chosen to ignore it, prioritising his work above you.

Judging solely on the glance she gave; Miss Peregrine was far from impressed that dinner had once again been ruined by argument. It was only the previous night that a different disagreement had broken out following the disastrous events that had occurred at the pub earlier on in the day. She sighed, politely addressing the children as a whole.

“Would one of you be so kind and go check on them please?” At this Millard went to stand, only to be pushed back down by Hugh. “Maybe someone other than Millard?” She pushed, seeing this action take place. It was only then that someone got up and followed you.

Once dinner had finished, hot chocolate had been served and Horace’s “movie” had been watched everyone retired to bed. However, one person remained awake, the events of dinner plaguing his mind. He needed to make it up to you, prove to you just how much you meant to him and he plan.

The next morning you woke, rubbing the last traces of sleep away from eyes as you turned over towards your bedside table to check the time. It was there that instead of seeing a clock you saw a note, in Millard’s handwriting,

Dear Y/N,

Please meet me at my research spot after breakfast, I promise you’ll enjoy it – Millard

You sighed, placing it back on the table, just what was this guy planning now? You thought as got up and stretched before walking to your wardrobe and getting dressed.

Thankfully breakfast wasn’t quite as dramatic as dinner, probably due to the majority of people still being half asleep. After your morning chores were completed, you made your way out of the home and towards the meeting spot.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Millard had invited you because he felt he had to or was this, in fact, an attempt at gaining your forgiveness. From everything you knew about Millard, there was a high chance it was the latter after all Millard was known for being creative with his ideas, whether it be in his books or in the relationships he had built with people. This was a side to him that was so clearly reflected and made you understand why he had chosen the path he did, after all, he had a way with words.

As you reached the spot where he’d asked you to meet him, you scanned around hoping to see some trace of him. Finding nothing you braced yourself ready for the impact of when he’d jump out and scare you, which sadly happened more times that you’d care to admit.

Then in the corner of your eye, you saw a suit slowing approaching you, the arms hiding behind the back. You knew right away that it was Millard, it was after all the only logical reason to explain the sight.

“I’m sorry Y/N I’ve been awful to you, I should have realised,” Millard said as he continued to approach you “I was letting my research take priority over you instead of being there when you needed me”

“I was scared you didn’t like me anymore, It didn’t seem like you were interested in anything besides your writing Millard and it hurt me a lot” You explained, trying to put across how you felt without making it sound that spending time with you was the only thing he was the only thing he was allowed to do because that was not the case at all.

“I know I did, which is why I want to make it up to you” And with that, he moved his hands from around his back and brought them forward revealing a rather large bunch of wildflowers.

“Aww Millard they’re beautiful!” you squealed, reaching your hands towards them to take them from him, closing your eyes to take a large sniff at them and smiling.

“Fiona helped me, I’m glad you like them” he felt his cheeks flush, the nerves increasing.

“I love them!” you clarified, laying the flowers down on the ground and leaning in to give him a tight hug. He chuckled before, wrapping his arms around you in return, hugging you even tighter.

“I’m so sorry Y/N I really don’t deserve you” he muttered into your hair as he lightly kissed the top of it your head.

As the sweet moment continued you could feel the smile on your face increasing as you increased in happiness. This, of course, meant that your hair was beginning to change colour, gradually becoming a light shade of pink.

“It’s okay Millard, I forgive you” You replied, pulling away from the hug, making sure to keep within arm’s length of him. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“I love you Y/N” he spoke, taking a long and hard look into your eyes. This was the first time he had he said that to you, and no words could explain how much it meant to hear them from him. A massive grin had now etched itself onto your as you spoke the same words back to him.

“I love you too Millard!” No longer being able to hide your feelings you allowed your hair change colour to a magnificent shade of bright pink that only Millard ad the power to bring out.

Noticing the change, he laughed and pulled you back towards him, gently guiding your head towards his lips as he kissed you softly, caressing your cheek in his hand as he pulled away a few moments later.

The two of you spent the rest of the day together, writing, researching and cuddling with a few kisses thrown in every once in a while.

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you so much for requesting this one shot and for your kind words, it definitely puts a smile on my face reading everyone’s comments. I’m really happy to hear that you’re all liking my writing so far. i hope you enjoy this too! - 🌸

[the-last-ghost]

Part 2

Alright everyone! Part 2 as promised; although this came out much sooner than I expected. If you have any questions, comments, concerns or requests, please, don’t be afraid to let me know. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story and please, re-blog away! I guess it’s time to start preparing for Part 3 already! I can hardly wait to see where the story will go next!  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

           Orks. How apt a term for those creatures. It seems somehow… fitting. As if any being who heard the name would know, somehow, deep down, just what the name described. They were nightmarish creatures and to this day we still pray that they are truly gone. Were it not for the Terrans, I don’t believe we would have survived.

           War came, as it so often does in the vastness of space. With it came feats of untold and unfathomable glory coupled with loss beyond reason. The texts say that through it all, the Terrans never stopped fighting, they never stepped aside for relief, and they did unspeakable things to ensure our victory; and for those acts, they were banished. For you see, the Terrans were beings of a seemingly singular focus; in this case, it was victory at all costs. As I said before, they turned their skills from peaceful exploration to that of pure war and show us wonderfully horrible devices and techniques that could be used. At first, I don’t believe the USF fully understood the history of these Terrans, for their temperament when they joined the Federation was at complete odds with what we were expecting. According to their history, war had been a part of their society for as far back as they could trace it. Life and death was a constant cycle for them and they lived their lives with the absolute certainty that it could come to a very sudden, very brutal end at any moment. I remember reading some of the old texts about their history and the things that were mentioned, to this day, wake me from even my deepest of sleep. There was a story that spanned back eons of their history, back to a time where war on a near planetary scale was common. Back in those days, their people were divided into clans that claimed various parts of their world and would fight for resources as most fledgling species tend to do, but for them, it was more than survival; it was also a matter of so called, “pride.” Many of their stories tell of their people standing against foes that would outnumber them five to one and they would win! They would survive even the most devastating of blows and somehow steal victory from the jaws of defeat. Then there were the tales of their losses; which, oddly enough, sometimes were victories themselves. There would be stories that speak of a lone Terran standing before an army and choosing to fight, knowing that they will die and doing it anyway. For, to them, death in battle was preferable to life in servitude; and in dying for their beliefs, they would start a fire in the hearts of others to stand for the cause they died for and sometimes, they would win. The tales of the Terrans victories among each other were astonishing to hear and, were it not for the sheer body count, mass graves, memorial sites, and records, the USF would have been hard pressed to believe it. Still, even with physical proof, there were some things the Federation just wouldn’t accept as a plausible thing any civilized species would even dare to do. I saw the footage while I was on Jurhan-3; I saw the genocide, the mindless slaughter of their wars, and read the first-hand accounts of the survivors. All of that was believable and made me glad that we never had to go to war with them, but it’s one of those things they did to themselves, just to prove a point, that made me realize why the USF council went with their decision on the Terrans banishment.

           As the war against the Orks raged on, it became clear that the normal methods of war would not suffice. These creatures were too enthralled with the slaughter to be demoralized with the losses they were taking. The Terrans realized that the creatures would fight until the last one fell but they believed that if they were able to kill of an abhorrently large amount of them, maybe, just maybe, they would retreat long enough for the USF to recover. While the USF council discussed the merits of such a tactic, one of the advisors asked if there was even such a way to inflict that much damage and death at one time. To which the Terran ambassador proceeded to tell the story from ages past of when they nearly brought their world to ruin for the first time and the means by which they did it. They would not give the details to us about the conflict that lead to this tragedy, no doubt ashamed or humbled by the experience, for whenever it was spoken of, the sorrow was felt by all. All they would say is that, in order to bring an enemy and the accompanying war to a swift end so as to not cause anymore undue suffering, they detonated two bombs in their own biosphere that, had they been much stronger, could have turned the land itself into a glass-layered, radioactive wasteland. This act caused the enemy to surrender unconditionally but caused the various clans to start their own research on how to create these devastating weapons. The rumor they gave us was that by the time they were formally banned some centuries later, the clans had enough of the bombs combined to be able to turn their entire world into an ashen wasteland, devoid of all life; themselves included.

           Now, the Terrans had had these weapons banned for thousands of years due to the fact that their use was an absolute; nothing would survive, and nothing would be able to live wherever they were dropped again for hundreds of years. It was with a firm hand that the council forbid the use of the weapon and started the search for a peaceful resolution. Around this time, there was a single Ork raiding party that had managed to slip into Federal space and lay waste to an Intrali colony and slaughtered many hatchlings; nearly the whole generation was lost there. The Terrans viewed this as the utmost taboo; the killing of the young in war. When it became apparent that the USF would likely lose the sector and many more innocent lives would be lost, the Terrans did the one thing they swore to never do again; they recreated these weapons. More precisely, they built it using the modern technology of the time which caused the bomb to be much more devastating that anyone would have imagined. When they decided to use it, we realized just how ruthless they could truly be. They formed up every ship they could and pushed in to the center of the Orkish controlled systems and, having lost nearly every craft along the way, set out for the world where it was believed that the enemy WarLord was located. Upon confirming the WarLords location, they sent one of their Alpha-Class Capital ships, the Endless Void, on a mission to drop the bomb. No one was prepared for what happened. The detonation was larger than what their stories lead us to believe it would be; much, much larger. All I will say of it is this; there is a hole in reality where the world used to be; where time doesn’t seem to matter, where the cosmos no longer cooperates with the laws of nature, where reality itself just… stops.

           It is said that the system is gone; that all that remains is this blur in reality where the war was ended. It is said that if you are to fly near the space where it occurred, if you listen, you can still hear the screams. Naturally, when the USF council banished the Terrans from the Federation and labeled them, “Extremely hostile/unstable. Do NOT approach” there was very little shock. The entire Federation was in collective shock at what was done and yet, the war was over, of that there was no doubt. The attacks stopped, the dead-zone was now empty and explorable, and an unsteady peace was returned to the USF. Although, everyone knew the cost of it; and while the death of the vicious creatures was of little concern to many, the sheer amount of death caused was humbling. An entire system was, still to this day, brought to ruin and countless trillions of lives were brought to a horrifying end.

           Since that day, the Terran sector of space was formally blockaded and banned for all USF persons to travel to; and while many were curious to see what they were up to, none were brave enough to risk the wrath of either side. Slowly, their involvement with the Federation became less and less well known and the history behind it passed into legend and then myth; that is, until now. For now, before my exploration force is arrayed a lone cruiser, obviously fitted for battle, showing signs of significant and recent conflict, and hailing us on the ancient Terran frequency. The message they send is as haunting as is their appearance from seemingly nowhere… They are saying but five words in the common tongue. Five words which fills me with naught but dread, though I do not know why. All that is heard over the comms is this… “Beware. For they are coming.”

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Seeing the Past in a New Way to help you Move Forward in a Clearer Way

Seeing the Past in a New Way to help you Move Forward in a Clearer Way

By Dana Mrkich

We recently talked about the effect of Pluto, Saturn and the South Node being together in the skies this year. Today we’re going to focus on Saturn and the South Node as these two are pretty much side by side for the next 4 months until the end of September. This is a huge time for getting your act together, letting go of what needs to be let go of, and moving forward with purpose.

Whether by choice or through circumstance it will feel like you are coming face to face with the past over and over again. You may be confronted to look at:

What old baggage am I still carrying around?

What old stories and beliefs am I holding that no longer serve me? 

What patterns do I keep repeating that I am DONE with?

With this baggage, with these stories, beliefs and patterns, some of them might be connected to your past in this life, others are connected to your family and their story, or your ancestral lineage/multi-generational patterns. Some could be past life related (soul lineage). 

With old stuff like this, it can often be the case that we’ve cleared/healed our beliefs on a conscious level but on a subconscious level or on an “emotional set-point” level we’re still lugging them around. For example, consciously you may genuinely believe that you’re always taken care of, and that you always have enough. However you might find yourself constantly repeating old money patterns, or old emotional reactions to those money patterns. The emotional reaction is part of your OLD emotional set-point (your emotional set-point is the emotion you keep falling back down to time and again be it disappointment, anger, frustration etc) and it’s this emotional reaction that keeps habits/actions/energy alive that keep the whole cycle going!!

This repeating cycle is a result of decades, if not lifetimes, of a certain groove being conditioned to act and respond a certain way. Whatever your old groove is, whatever that old wound is that keeps getting poked and prodded, Saturn and the South Node are joining forces to help you say “ENOUGH!!!” 

All this is happening in the sign of Capricorn which is about being an adult. It’s happening opposite Cancer which represents our inner child. So for a lot of us, wherever we have been acting through the lens of our inner child, wherever we have felt like the victim, wherever we are in blame mode, wherever we feel dependent, needy, not good enough or overly sensitive, it’s time to emotionally grow up. It’s time to be the parent that we perhaps never had, or wish we had.

Saturn represents the father so for some of us our 2019 healing story could be related to our father or anyone who was in a father role when we were growing up. It also represents authority in any form, so if you have any sort of entanglement with authority this year it would be very beneficial to look within and ask:

Where am I ready to own my inner authority in a greater way?

Where am I ready to step into greater responsibility?

Where am I apologising for being who I am?

Where do I feel I have to justify my very being? 

Where am I still acting like a child/living in child-mode?

Where do I need to claim my adulthood (and autonomy)? 

Saturn is about taking responsibility. Saturn requires discipline, patience, hard work, practical action, taking one step at a time to reach long-term rewards and goals. There is no cutting corners here. 

Is there something you have been wanting for a long time? Something you’ve wanted to do, become or accomplish? This Saturn/South Node energy is ideal for seeing very clearly what’s been holding you back, knowing exactly what you need to do to let that go, and take steps to move in the direction of your choice.

Saturn is about consistency and commitment. It’s about showing up – especially for yourself. If you want something, go for it – but you have to show up and do what needs to be done.

Here’s an exercise to help: 

Write a list of things that you want to do, become or accomplish.

Next write a list with 2 columns: 

Column 1: Why do I want this?

It helps to get clear on why you want what you want. Sometimes things have been on our want/to do list for so long, but they’re actually no longer relevant to our current version of who we are. Time to ditch those things. Sometimes we realise hang on, I only wanted this to prove something to my parents/society. Actually I really don’t want this! Knowing why you want something helps you to stay motivated even when the fruits of your efforts aren’t yet here in their full form. 

Column 2: Why I don’t want this. 

This column can be a tough one if you think “no part of me doesn’t want this!!” Trust me, if something is not in your life that you want, there is a part of you that for some reason either doesn’t want it, OR doesn’t want it yet (right timing is everything!!!) Be open to whatever wants to come through onto the page. With things we really want, there are usually conflicting thoughts within us eg if I have, let’s say, more success, then that means I will have less time, I’ll be more open to criticism, online attacks etc etc. Working through those conflicting thoughts will help soften them, so that what you really want can come to you in an easier way. You don’t necessarily have to let go of conflicting thoughts. Using the above example, yes, more success will likely mean that at times you’ll have less time! (Other times it will mean you have more time!). So it’s more about just acknowledging the conflicting thought and saying well yeah, that’s true, but I’m okay with that. 

You might see that the conflicting belief is trying to help you. For example: The belief might be: “a new relationship will mean I have less time to myself”. Maybe right now time with yourself is super important to you. Maybe your soul very much needs time outside of being in a relationship. So in this case you might agree that this no-relationship time is a gift, and thus enjoy it while it lasts instead of resisting it.

Restriction and Control

Saturn can manifest as “restriction” in some area of your life. If that’s the case for you, ask: “How is this restriction serving me?” Lack of money for example is a good motivator for finally going for that promotion we would otherwise be too scared to ask for, or that new job, or finally getting some business idea off the ground. Lack of freedom is a good motivator for finally leaving home, or any situation you’ve outgrown. Obviously we don’t want to always attract “lack” in order to manifest “more” (if that’s your emotional set-point, it’s time to change that). Finding the gift in restriction is often the very thing that helps to shift it.

Saturn can also manifest as the control that ‘someone’ or ‘something’ has over you. With the karmic South Node on Saturn it’s time to come out from under this control. (This can include our own thoughts just as much as any external factors). You will feel a new liberation as these control layers start flying off you. This frees you up to live life much more in alignment with who you really are. 

Saturn is all about being real – bye bye to anything built on illusion. Which brings us to the global stage….. 

Where have we been controlled?

Who is trying (and in many ways succeeding) to control us?

Where have we given away our authority?

The South Node will help us see, in a clearer way, things we haven’t been able to see before. Just like we’re now able to see our personal wounds in a clearer way, our collective/global workings are being revealed helping us to understand why the world really is as it is. More on that in the next blog. 

For now, when your old stuff/past stuff comes up, find the gift so that you can learn the lesson and move on from the pattern, OR if you feel you’ve already got the lesson it’s fine to say “Hey old pattern/old belief/old reality influencers, I don’t believe you anymore.” Most importantly: CHANGE your actions.  If you are used to saying yes to something you don’t want to do, how does it feel to say no? If you are used to procrastinating about something you want to do, how does it feel to start taking regular action steps, even if it’s just tiny steps?

Has this Saturn//South Node conjunction started to affect your life already? How?

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Phantom talks to damn much

Seeing how the clan leadership reacts to the confessions blog isn't surprising. In fact,I I'm stunned that a screenshot leak hadn't occurred  sooner considering the popularity of the community. However, I can say it's very easy to judge what the community and its participating members are when sitting in an onlookers perspective. Before the discord chat in particular, it was more common to find people who viewed the confessions community as a location of pure toxicity and mindless hatred. I have had Moonfur speak to me in a conversation in the past about my own and others usage of the blog.

At the time, we used it mostly to vent and I can say that the blog has evolved in it's silent and progressing evils. These are toxic and generally harmful members of the confessions community. Denying that is the same as denying the foundation in which the blog itself was built on. However, this toxicity is born from the community itself. The blog did not come from nowhere. Keep in mind that the WA leadership team IS ACTIVE in the discord. The true community are the ones who come off anon and participate actively within the discord and uphold rules that prevent immense negativity. In fact, the mod actively manages mindless witch hunts by removing the ones that contain obvious bullying with ZERO reasons behind it [though I do enjoy the ones that go, “this person sucks, don't argue or @ me about this because I don't want to hear it”].

However, negative comments regarding dissatisfaction with certain existences within the community is not by any forms of “bullying”. It's very easy to mess up, but it's a thousand times more difficult to redeem your public view once a standard has been set. Confessions send warnings of caution to users to re-examine and consider relationships and the personalities of those in question. Some are obviously bullshit if we're being realistic about it. “This person's commission prices are too high,” or “such and such a person treated me poorly, but there are probably some hidden circumstances that we're not mentioning.” These exist everywhere in day to day life and it is the fault of viewers if they take everything they hear at face value. Anyone who has seen Fox News versus CNN should be aware of how everything that is stated can be biased and questionable in context. You always hear number 45 mentions taking down CNN and the New York Times because they broadcast a different view than they would like to see printed. Another example is the ever so popular Pkrussel argument that swamps the Warriors community as of late. Some claim that Pkrussel's “critiques” are valid and become defensive when others point out the other side of the argument.

The reality is, there will always be a separate viewpoint that may make others unhappy. Yes, they may paint users in a bad light. However, recognizing that you've changed or the whole story isn't being told is on YOU. It's not the fault of the users who speak out to make sure they are 1 on 1 buddy buddy and know everything that's currently going on in the lives of the person they're speaking of. Hell, what happened to Astro should prove this well enough! There were people being SCAMMED while those who were close to and defending Astro potentially didn't know. That's not to say that Astro is not a great person outside of what they did, but is it hard to understand why others might see things differently? People who had run-ins with people on bad days will have a different perspective and understanding than others who didn't since first impressions do mean everything. Another good way of looking at it is school. Ever heard an F is heavier than and A? You could be a straight A student, but I assure you if you don't do too hot on a few assignments that will change really quickly. Doesn't mean you're a bad student, but that's just how it works. You have to be held accountable for your failures and it's up to you to make enough A's to win back favor.

It's also not anyone's job but the followers of the blog and maybe their parents [if you really want to play that game] to ensure that kids are aware of how to judge the truth of a situation. I don't give a hot diggity god damn what regular members say about leadership team activity of clans or WA itself because we have no way of knowing if they aren't focusing more on management of higher issues that we have know way of knowing about. Maybe it's an age or experience thing, but it feels like common sense to take certain things with a grain of salt. Now if another LT member starts talking, sure I'll listen. They are someone who is a far more reliable resource than LittleBittyKitty69 the whateverclan warrior because they have access to the information that under normal circumstances, no one else in the clan would know. Why do you think people are always asking for screenshots on the blog when people start claiming stuff is going on? Because more people than you think get that taking everything you see and hear at face value is far more idiotic than it may be presented. Remember Lionclan and the edited screenshots that Nightfur, Four and Goldeneyes presented to incriminate Primal and Rain without revealing the context behind what was really going on behind the scenes? The cultish mindsets that they put in the members to make them vulnerable and more open to their influence? The way they victimized themselves without ever showing their own or others responses? Sure, there are people who will lie to you on this blog, but really it happens everywhere. If you can’t make decisions yourself on how to handle these presented issues then honestly you probably need to take a break from the internet and examine the important details you might have missed as of late.

Finally I’m going to be real with you. If anyone views Warriors Amino Confessions as a blog centered around “bullying”, I’m terrified to see how you handle real bullying. Everywhere you go, people are going to call you out on mistakes. WA Confessions may be a blog dedicated to prioritizing problems within the community, but that’s not to say that we don’t do the same on a day to day basis. Complaining about rules and negative experiences that we witness and deal with are the way to protect yourself in this community of thousands of users. Scammers, pedophiles, disturbing content, individuals with potentially dangerous viewpoints and more can be tracked within this blog. Sure, there’s definitely hate, but at its core, the blog can function as a clear and concise support system that benefits far more than harms. Yeah, there are people who are only here to cause harm, but when have you not seen the blog turn around and call them out on it.

1-800-boi is a flawless representation. This was a new member no one knew, who was targeted because someone had their own opinions on their artstyle. They were an asshole about it and the good majority of the blog called them out on it. The blog has a system, even if onlookers can’t view it themselves. As an “active member” of sorts, it’s much more clear. You’re entitled to your own opinions and no one is going to judge you for confessing what’s on your mind. However, if you attempt to harass, verbally assault or discriminate against, manipulate or scam anyone, you will be called out for it. We argue amongst ourselves all the time, but at the end of the day we have more than enough sense to recognize problems. The Mod [our great saviour, Lord Eris] actively limits openly recognizable attacks on a person(s) that may be hazardous or unlawful in nature, along with people who are clearly just trying to start things. The discord is legendary for actively calling out and being aware of users and opinions that mean nothing but trouble and the Mod doesn’t hesitate to subdue these problematic topics. If anything, confessions community is a thousand times safer than the amino itself BECAUSE the users aren’t afraid to tell you how it is. The regulars are more than certain to do a bit of digging to ensure they know as much as they can before they dip their toes into issues that they may not be fully able to comprehend at face value.

The community hold no power. The only power we hold is over ourselves and what we choose to perceive as the truth. Users of the Warriors Amino app have a right to know where or towards whom we need to be aware of; stop acting like this is some sort of political game! If the community chooses to side against you because you cannot prove yourself to them, are you even in a position to feel wronged? No one is holding a loaded gun to anyone’s head or threatening them and telling them that they have to believe everything stated on the blog or else. If so, the leadership team would be very quick to deal with publicizing the incident like they did with Lionclan over a year ago. No one has the right to claim the entirety of this blog to be an uprising of evil when they do not witness the full conversation. A few assholes want to do something to make someone else miserable, then focus your emotions on them. It’s illogical and restricting to forcefully disregard an entire peoples based on your emotional standpoint towards a minimum. There are 200 or so followers of the blog compared to the 1608 members active on Warriors amino at the time of me writing this essay of a response, and that’s disregarding the listed 172,867 members in total. Some of these members are banned, former members, and random users scattered across the interface. Some aren’t even in clans or positions of leadership.

If I were to compare the blog to anything, I’d advise members to watch episode 1 of an anime called Kino’s Journey [spoilers for those who haven’t watched]. It presents a country where murder isn’t illegal and a man Kino encounters who longs to seek asylum within its walls due to his rebellious nature and desire to disregard the rules implemented in society. Within the walls however, the city is strangely tranquil and Kino finds little to no security measures in place despite what he imagined would be a place of endless brawls and bloodshed to meet an end. The only oddity is that everyday citizens carry weapons and acknowledge that they are all meant for murder. When Kion encounters the man later, he has become a citizen of the town and targets Kino as his first murder victim. However, before he can fire his gun, other citizens of the country pull out their weapons and kill the man, protecting Kino. Why? The answer is simple. Legal does not equate to socially acceptable. In order to keep the peace of the nation, those who murder, have murdered or intend to murder must be eliminated before they disrupt the harmony of the nation. If a person is presented with a place where you can commit murder without legal ramifications and suddenly are willing to do it, are they really in the right?

Note: I’m not coming after anyone when I say these things, however those messages do rub me the wrong way as someone who has grown to love our small blog home despite the hiccups and less than welcome posts that do appear. Have your own opinions, but don’t conspire to eliminate those who see things differently than you based on your own emotional standpoint. As a member of a volunteer leadership team, there shouldn’t be a reason to start such a witch hunt just because some less than desirable people are showing out. Be better than them and PROVE them wrong with your actions. It’s hard to overlook these comments are simple “lies” when you are incapable of standing up straight and performing without melting down over a collected group of silent opinions. Let them talk. The ones whos opinions matter are the ones judge you for your actions over a bunch of silly chats on a confessions blog.

TL;DR: WA confessions is its own separate entity from WA that follows its own set standard of rulesets. However, do not be deceived by outward appearances. If you come of our community with the mindset that you are free to be toxic and controlling, you are incredibly misinformed. We protect ourselves and our rights by flushing out those with malicious intent. If you cannot handle that what happens here can be a bit rough, that’s fair, but bullying, harassment, discrimination and abuse IS NOT WELCOME HERE. We don’t want you, nor do we tolerate it. If your feel hurt by what is said here, reevaluate your own shortcomings and work hard to overcome the stigma that you potentially dug for yourself to prove those opinions wrong. No one is here to damage you, but it’s unfair to silence the viewpoints that you are too shamed or simply unwilling to acknowledge and address because you don’t like them.

[writing-yj]

Impulse x Reader: Flowers from a Broken Heart~Hanahaki Disease AU

A/n: I know I mention her every time, but I found the Hanahaki Disease AU on @loudmouthwally ‘s blog! She wrote some Hanahaki disease fics/hcs for several DC characters, so go check those out!

Edit: I rushed the ending and this isn’t going to be too good because I wrote for than half of this a long time ago and I’m just now getting around to fishing it. So yeah, sorry if your eyes hurt  from the poor quality by the end of it!

Word Count: 5932 (Son of a biscuit, that’s a lot)

Warnings: It’s Hanahaki Disease + Ren, the Angst Queen. That’s all I need to say, honestly. That’s a warning all on its own.

In this version of the Hanahaki Disease AU, just moments before the Hanahaki victim dies, the name of the one they love is cut into the skin just beneath the collar bone. The victim is alive just long enough to see the name, or just the blood, before their next breath becomes their last.

“Hanahaki disease is an illness borne of one-sided love, causing flowers form and grow in the lungs of the unrequited, the petals coughed up with increasing frequency. If the love is not returned, the flowers filling the patients chest will eventually prove fatal.”

“You’re cheating!” You elbowed Bart’s shoulder as his fingers were moving in a blur on the video game controller. “I can’t move that fast!”

“You never said no powers, (Y/n).” Bart grinned. “So I don’t think this is considered cheating.” He definitely knew it was considered cheating.

You rolled your eyes, but you wore a small smirk. Nothing could make you mad at the boy you fell for. “Whatever, cheater. Your points don’t count.”

“What!?”

You snickered as you shot at his character. “Cheaters don’t get points.” Your character hid behind a crashed SUV to avoid Bart’s assault. “But I play fair, so I win by default.”

It was a rather childish banter, but it made your heart soar. Just talking to Bart and being around him made you happier than you ever dreamed of. He never irritated you or made you angry. The only way he can upset you is when he almost gets himself killed, which has happened more than once. You cared for him more than anyone else. That’s what you thought, anyway.

“She’s right, hermano.” Jaime said as he walked into the lounge and plopped down on the couch. “You’re definitely cheating.” He once went against Bart while playing a video game, and he got just as frustrated when Bart used his super speed in the middle of the game.

“You’re siding with her!?” Bart cried out as you killed his character. “I thought you cared about me!” He grumpily waited to respond whilst you and Jaime laughed.

Jaime nudged Bart with his foot. “Just because I agree that you’re cheating at a game does not mean I don’t care for you.” He gave him a warm smile.

“Aww,” You cooed. “That was adorable; same here, buddy.” You cared for him more than you wanted to admit. The feelings you had for him were stronger than what an average fourteen-year-old would feel.

“You two are a pair of saps, I swear.” Bart teased, and you failed to notice the caring look he and Jaime shared. “Jaime, grab a controller so I can kick your ass, too.”

“Excuse me, who’s the one kicking ass so far?”

“Shut up, (Y/n).”

Seeing Bart was always the highlight of your day. Conner and Cassie, your two closest friends on the team, didn’t mind when you rambled on and on about him; they found it rather cute. A love-struck girl was (almost) always an adorable one. And you were just so happy when you did, so that was another reason to enjoy it.

”And his eyes… They’re so green.” You said and you giggled. This kind of conversation was a regular occurrence.

Cassie chuckled with a smile. “Yup, you are definitely head-over-heels in love with this boy. No doubt about it.”

”Hush your mouth, you know being in love is dangerous.” You informed her with a light nudge. “Let’s just call it a harmless infatuation.”

You two had previously brought up the subject of Hanahaki Disease; a rare disease to come down with in this day and age. You stated that you wouldn’t want people to know about it, so you could continue to live your life, but Cassie attempted to reason with you at the time. She said she would want to know immediately, no matter what, and it didn’t take long for her to give up. You weren’t going to budge.

”Well, if it makes you feel better, I think Bart likes you back.” The blonde reassured you. “The way he acts around you looks like it’s in a more-than-friends way, if you ask me.”

You giggled again and your heart skipped a beat. “I sincerely hope you’re right, Cass.” You stood up from her bed with a stretch. “I might as well go see if he and Jaime are playing video games. Maybe even find out if you’re right.” You then bid her farewell, and you went on your way.

It was creepy how quiet you were when you walked. Someone would have to be listening for you specifically in order to know you were approaching. An unintentional talent, but one hundred percent useful.

You couldn’t get the young speedster out of your head as you headed toward the lounge. The main foundation of your friendship with Bart and Jaime was built off of playing video games together, and the activity took place almost every day.

You expected today to be no different, but you were far from being write. You were horribly wrong.

Your casual footsteps went unheard as you rounded the corner to the lounge. You heard their voices, and you were obviously excited to see them, but the sight you were met with made you freeze in your tracks. Your only made it not even a foot into the lounge when your heart stopped

It wasn’t hideous, or disgusting in the slightest, but it hurt. Bart’s hand was holding Jaime’s, their fingers weaved together as their eyes showed a great abundance of affection. They didn’t notice you, which you were thankful for, but you were spiraling into a pit of despair.

Bart leaned forward and gave Jaime a simple peck on the lips, and that sealed the deal. That was it. Bart wasn’t in love with you, not like you were with him. Jaime captured his loving heart first, and it destroyed you. Nothing was going to be the same.

In that moment, when you felt the flowers grow in your lungs, you knew your life was over. Done. Finished. There was no chance of you surviving. Surgery for anything wasn’t an option for your altered anatomy, let alone removing the blooming daisies in your lungs. All hope of becoming an adult was gone. The dream of being on the Justice League was crushed. The dream of one day having a family was never going to come true.

You were dying.

You booked it out of there before they could see you standing there, before they could see your tears and horrified face. Two boys in love with each other wasn’t the problem, you found nothing wrong with the concept, but it was too hard to believe it was real. The claws that gouged irreparable gashes in your heart laughed at your eventual demise. 

Resonance, the heroine with some of the most unique and extraordinarily powerful abilities, was done for.

In the following days, you were oh so slowly drifting away from Bart and Jaime. They kept their new relationship a secret from everyone else, and they obviously had no clue that you knew all about it. You didn’t tell them that.

Conner briefly suspected something was off about you when you asked him about the youngest case of Hanahaki Disease recorded. You never showed any interest in it before. Why now?

”I believe it was sixteen, back in the 90’s. Why do you ask?” The Kryptonian raised an eyebrow.

”Just curious.” You lied with a simple shrug. “Heard some people talking about it at school today.” And that was that. No more questions were asked, and all concerning behavior. 

Aside from you knowing that you were soon going to be the youngest case of Hanahaki Disease.

Cassie also noticed something was different. You almost completely stopped talking about Bart. It was the only dramatic change in such a short time period. She knew you weren’t okay.

”(Y/n), what’s going on? You’ve barely said anything about Bart in ages.”

You gave her a lie and a shrug, too. “I was thinking about what we were talking about the other day. There’s a risk of him not feeling the same way, and I want to make that risk disappear. The last thing I need is a bunch of flowers in my lungs.” And that was all you told her. There was still some suspicion, but nothing else was investigated.

The first bunch of petals came after not much more than a week. Daisy petals, they were. It was your favorite flower; a simple one, but you weren’t an extravagant person in the first place. They didn’t come in grand bunches. Not yet.

Over time, you started to close yourself off from the entire team; even Conner and Cassie. And worse, your skills during missions were gradually deteriorating. Nightwing picked up on it not long after, and it was a good thing you were only good at lying when under pressure.

”What’s going on, Resonance?” He asked you privately. “Your performance on the field hasn’t been doing so hot lately.” Nightwing’s tone was caring and concerned; the black and blue leader knew you for a longer period of time than most others. “Is there something wrong?”

You shook your head with a believable but faux smile. “I’ve been fine, just feeling a little under the weather lately. Nothing major.” That was one of the biggest lies you’ve spun in your entire life.

”This is nothing against you, but I believe it’s best for you to stay off missions for the time being. At least until you’re feeling better.” He gave you a small smile. “Wouldn’t want you or anyone else getting hurt.”

”Sounds reasonable to me.” Now there was a better excuse to stay away.

Another week passed. You were very sick now. You coughed a lot more often and it was getting increasingly harder to hide it, even more so to hide the startling amount of petals. But you managed to silence your coughs when you were around others. Your daisy petals went unseen, as did your presence. At this point everyone knew you weren’t feeling well, and no one was surprised you were refusing to get it checked. Due to your past, doctors and medical practice in general brought back too many bad memories.

You took some time in an empty Cave to sit in your usual spot on the couch in the lounge. You reminisced the times you played video games with Bart for hours on end. Sometimes you two fell asleep with the controllers still in your hands. The quiet chuckle brought a twinge of pain to your lungs, causing you to clutch your chest.

”(Y/n)!” Bart’s exclamation ripped your from your thoughts. “You haven’t been out here for weeks!” He felt quite sad throughout the time you were holed up and hiding from everyone.

”He’s right, hermana,” Jaime agreed with his boyfriend. “We never see you anymore.”

’If only I could tell you guys why…’

”Yeah, sorry about that,” Your voice was a little different from the last time you conversed with them. “I don’t want to get any of you guys sick.”

Bart’s face fell for a moment before he perked back up. “Aha! I know video games aren’t an actual medicine, but I bet they’ll make you feel a little better!” He sounded to excited and enthusiastic, you couldn’t say no.

The virtual battle between the three of you took your mind off of your unrequited love. It felt just like old times, far before daisies blossomed inside you. The familiar clicking of the game controllers, the usual complaints about all three of you using your abilities, and the groans of suffering from a loss were nostalgic and brought smiles to your faces. The long-time trio was back at it again…

But you could only pretend for so long.

Your sudden intense cough made the two boys jump. The rumble of it caused the flowers to quake and you fought hard to keep the petals at bay. It hurt you almost to the point of tears, but you refused to let them fall. That would surely prompt them force you to take a trip to the med bay. The daisy petal were violently trying to come out, much to your dismay.

“Jesus, (Y/n), are you okay?!” Bart asked, immediately looking you over. 

You waved him off. “Yeah I’m-” you coughed again. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about m-” The next cough had a couple petals fill your mouth. Your hand twitched on an instinct to remove them, but you had no choice but to swallow them. It wasn’t pleasant.

“No, you aren’t fine.” Jaime added. “Maybe you do need to go to the med bay.”

Your razor-sharp glare silenced the both of them. “I said I’m fine.” You growled, but that also caused some pain. Was talking even worth the pain anymore? You decided it was; there was no way in hell you would get out of a trip to the med bay if you stopped speaking to everyone.

For the first time in all your days of playing video games with them, you lost. You never lost at this game. Not even when you were giving minimal effort. It was either a win or a tie. This was unheard of. Your hands felt cold and clammy, and your hands were sweaty around the controller. Your health was deteriorating faster than you thought it would.

You all but dropped the controller as you got up quickly. You got dizzy for a few short seconds, but you kept going. “I need to go.”

The Resonance is very sick, Jaime Reyes. Medical attention is needed immediately.

“(Y/n), no! You need to go to the hospital; Scarab said-”

You turned your head to look at him at a speed that rivaled Bart’s. “Well you can tell your damn bug to shut the hell up!” You stormed off to your room, your lungs burning with a pain only a victim, such as yourself, would feel. It was Jaime’s fault you were dying in the first place. But just as soon as your anger began to form, an awful cough shot it down. 

You hated flowers. As a little girl, you loved flowers. You picked daisies and violets all the time. Although your mother was never appreciative of your efforts to make her happy, you enjoyed doing it anyway.

Now you wanted all of the flowers in the world to burn. You wanted them to light up in a glorious flame, never to infest another pair of lungs again. If only you wouldn’t die if you ripped your own chest open to get rid of those horrid, murderous flowers you now called weeds.

”(Y/n), until your condition has improved, you can stay behind operate the computer system if you are willing to do so.” Nightwing told you. You were definitely feeling useless and sickly as of late, and he wanted to give you something helpful to do.

”I’d be happy to, wing-a-ding.” You called him by a nickname you gave him with a lopsided grin. It was a relief to see you smiling again; it had been too long since the last time. You were happy to stay behind to work the computers. That way, no one would have to notice how hard it was getting to breathe.

You felt the flowers growing more each day; they were taking more and more space no matter how many petals came out. In order to mask it, your faked the movements of breathing, when you were instead breathing as little as possible. If you were an actress, you’d be in Hollywood in no time at all.

When you got back to your room to ‘take a nap’, you allowed yourself to cough again and again without interruption. You already had a broom, a dustpan, and a trash bin on the scene, but the piles of petals were not easy to conceal. If they even peeked out of the bin, you emptied it.

It felt like hours before something else happened. You saw specks of blood on the snowy white petals, and your time was drawing near. “I’m not ready yet!” You cried out and you slammed your fist down on your wooden desk. “I still have a life to live- don’t take me yet!”

There were several hard knocks on your door and you jumped. It was Cassie. “Are you alright in there, (Y/n)? Were you yelling?” She must have heard you. Only volume, but not your words.

”Yeah, I’m- I’m fine! I stubbed my toe, that’s all!”

She wasn’t quite convinced. “Well, I hope it feels better, because everyone is about to leave on a mission and I’m the one who is staying behind to watch you!” She sounded chipper around the end; spending time with her best friend was going to be great after such a while.

’You’ll just be on computer duty; it’ll be perfectly fine.’

With dread, you put your shoes back on as you swept up the petals, and hid the small amounts of blood. The pain in your heart and lungs worsened with each movement, but you were ignoring it and adjusting.

”I’ll meet you in the Mission Room!” You called out to her before grabbing the trash bin and you prepared to cough some more.

”Okay! See you there!”

The torrent of petals that followed, after her footsteps faded, were painful and more bloody. You weren’t going to allow it to keep you from doing your job.

You lightly trudged down the hall and out to the Mission Room, making yourself look as normal as possible. Like Nightwing said, you were to keep an eye on the computers and to monitor the mission when needed. You vaguely remember him saying that it was most likely going to be a rather quiet mission, and than you wouldn’t have to do too much, if not at all.

You relaxed in the chair, taking slow breaths in and out. It was the easiest way for you to breathe without pain, and you adjusted your posture as well. It was a lazy posture, but comfortable for you. Comfort was a rare thing, now that the Hanahaki Disease was progressing faster than you thought. 

You willingly listened to Cassie’s constant chatter; it was better than being alone. You missed hanging out with your dear friend, but she was going to find out sooner or later. You didn’t want to hurt her like this, or anyone else for that matter. Maybe dying alone would be best, but who knows when that would happen?

Nightwing was right; you barely had to touch the computer. It got a little boring, but hearing Cassie talk about things excitedly brought a small smile to your face. You liked smiling; you appreciated them more now than before your death certificate was signed.

“And I saw him again when we were leaving the movie theater. He was so dreamy!” Cassie went on and on about a cute guy she met at the movies. “He even gave me his number!”

“Then call it!” You exclaimed. “Take advantage of this opportunity before he thinks you aren’t interested anymore!”

“I will, I will! In the mean time, I think it would be a good idea to train.”

You didn’t like that idea.

Cassie could already hear your decline, but she wasn’t having it. “You’ve barely come out of your room since you started feeling sick! I’m sure exercise will help you feel better.

’It really won’t Cassie. It will change nothing.’

“No, Cassie, if anything, it’ll make feel worse.” 

“Just a few minutes?” That’s when she used her puppy face. When you first met her, her puppy face was downright awful. But then you taught her how it works, and now you regretted it. “Please?”

Of all the things to break me, it had to be that, didn’t it?

Your lungs screamed no, but your caring (but broken) heart said yes. “Fine, but only for a few minutes, alright?”

“Yup! Now get up, lets go!”

You knew you’d regret those few minutes. You didn’t have even half your reflexes, and your powers weren’t as strong anymore. The once bright glow of your eyes was dull and your movements were sluggish and pained.

“Come on, (Y/n), you can do better than that!”

You held your breath to cage the petals, but it was barely working. “Not really! I’m sick!”

Cassie wasn’t going to let up. “You just need to get your adrenaline pumping!” Even the fight or flight response from adrenaline wasn’t going to help.

You focused more on defense than the petals for a short while. Her flying swings and jumps whizzed by you as you dodged and ducked. It felt good to move around again. It felt like your days weren’t as numbered. The rush of pride came and made you smile, but a hard kick to the chest sent everything spiraling downward.

Instead of barely moving like you usually would, you were knocked off your feet and you slid across the floor. You vaguely heard Cassie yell your name and she was a little blurry as she knelt down beside you, but her harsh blow dislodged a sickening amount of blood and petals in your lungs.

You couldn’t hold them back.

You rolled over and coughed and hacked. You ignored the horror on her face as handful after handful of blood speckled daisy petals flew from your mouth and to the floor. Her crying and quiet wails were muffled to your ears. You felt numb as she helped you to your feet and into the chair. You couldn’t bear to look at her crying face, knowing that there would be more to come when the team returned.

Cassie’s eyes were still red and slightly puffy from tears. You didn’t look much different, but you felt numb. What was going to happen now? If anything, you two weren’t going to be the only ones crying.

One of Cassie’s tears fell and landed on your hand, unintentionally prompting another painful cough from you. She at first went to help you on instinct, until she remembered there was nothing she could do to help you. The sight of another bunch of daisy petals caused another quiet sob to wrack her chest, and you shakily put your hand over hers.

You mindlessly stared at the large and high-tech computer in front of you, but you weren’t concentrating on the information it displayed. Your mind was focused on all of the possible reactions from your teammates. Would they cry? Would they be angry? Would they yell at you? There was no way of knowing until they got back.

The whirring of the zeta tubes caused a fresh batch of salty tears to well up in your eyes. There was no way of hiding it now; petals already littered the floor around you. You couldn’t face them, no matter what you did, so your gaze remained on the screen.

You heard them chatter as they came back into the Cave, but everything and everyone went completely silent upon the sight before them. Petals surrounded you, some even with blood on them, and your posture was awful. They could hear your ragged breaths, and a small cough brought on a new wave of petals.

”(Y/n)!?”

”There’s something I… something I haven’t told you guys…”

Conner shook his head and took a step back. “No... No, this can’t be happening, you’re too young for this!”

“I’m sorry...” Your raspy voice wasn’t as loud as you wanted it to be. 

Bart stepped forward with big tears welling up. “Is this- is this why you’ve been avoiding us?” He couldn’t believe it. He prayed for it to be a hallucination. 

You saw Conner’s rage build up and explode in the blink of an eye. His hands clench into fists at his sides and there was a feral look in his eyes. “You!” He roared at Bart.

The poor speedster had no idea what he was talking about. He scrambled to get behind Jaime, who held his ground and his boyfriend’s shield. “Don’t you dare-”

“Conner!” You snapped and another short cough followed. “Don’t. It’s okay.”

Only you, Conner, and Cassie knew what the following (short) argument meant. It was all so confusing to everyone else, but you were okay with that. You didn’t want Bart to feel guilt, but it was inevitable. Conner was sure to say something about it after you die.

Many people came to see you after you were confined to your room. You didn’t want your petals to be removed, so your final minutes would be spent staring at the ceiling, it seemed. You asked someone for help (mainly Cassie and Barbara) when you needed to shower. It would take you forever to get there by yourself, and it would hurt more that way.

Nightwing visited a lot, telling you about the missions you would have loved to go on. Granted, it made you sad, but the way he described the action made it feel like you saw it yourself.

He didn’t need to ask who you fell in love with. He’s Nightwing, the first Robin and former protege of Batman. Of course he already knew. He might not have been able to see that you had Hanahaki Disease, but the cause was clear the moment everyone found out about your daises. It was easy to see that Bart and Jaime were hiding their own relationship; they were awful at  collectively keeping a secret. Nightwing made it a point to discuss it with them, but left you completely out of it.

Cassie was almost always at your side, but left you and Nightwing alone to talk. She only stopped talking unless you asked or if you needed something. Otherwise, she was (other than Nightwing) your eyes and ears in the outside world.

Conner... he was a different story. He was mostly quiet when you hung out. It was obvious that he was mourning; you wished he didn’t, but you couldn’t blame him. You’d be the same if he was in your position. Yes, he still conversed with you (you were on your death bed; he wanted to make the most of it), but seeing you coughing up bloody petals and overall just looking similar to a corpse was so, so hard for Conner. He didn’t want to let one of his best friends go.

The day Bart came to see you was one of your hardest. He had no idea what was going on. He had no idea that he was the cause, and he wouldn’t know until his name was sliced into your skin seconds before the light leaves your eyes. 

“I assume you know about, uh,” Bart scratched the back of his neck and blushed. He was embarrassed, that was easy to see.

“About you and Jaime?” You said in a monotone voice. Bart didn’t catch the bitter edge. “I’ve known you and Jaime for a long time, Bart, you’re my best friends.”

Bart couldn’t help but feel annoyed. “You could have fooled me.” His tone and manner surprised himself, but he didn’t apologize.

Your gaze snapped over to look at him. “...Excuse me?” You had a good idea at what he meant, but you weren’t entirely sure. That, and you believed he was out of line, especially in your situation. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’ve been acting cold towards us since weeks before we found out about how...” Bart couldn’t bring himself to say it. “Do you really expect me to not be upset!? You could have told us! You could have at least talked to us instead of ignoring us all the time!”

You weakly dug your fingers into the blanket. “I didn’t tell anyone, so I hope you don’t feel left out." If you still had your original strength, the entire mountain would hear your anger. “And are you speaking for the both of you? Or just for yourself?” You clenched your jaw. You were afraid this was going to happen, but you didn’t think it would’ve happened this late. Too late, you decided.

“All I’m trying to say is that you had no right to treat us like that! It doesn’t matter if you’re dying or not, you have no excuse!” Bart’s fuse was burning up. “Now look! You’re laying in a bed with a terminal disease, unable to spend time with your friends like you could have before! But you spent that time holes up in your room, hiding this and pushing us aside!”

“You must have some real hope and guts to be telling me this while I could easily be dead by morning,” The look on your face promised a very angry, brutal response, but a sudden cough took it all away. Bart jumped; he had yet to see one of your coughing fits, but this was one of the worse ones.

Daisy petals and blood spilled into your hands and your eyes watered. You couldn’t catch your breath no matter how hard you tried. When Bart reached out to you, you swatted his hand away. You didn’t want his help.

You felt a gust of wind and Bart was gone, but he and M’gann were back with you not long after. M’gann held you upright and helped you through it while Bart watched in terror. He never realized it was this bad. And he couldn’t believe himself; you weren’t capable of hanging out with him and Jaime even if you tried, and he was yelling at you for it?

You didn’t notice when he left because you were too focused on how much your heart (and lungs) hurt. Would this be the last conversation you had with him? Full of hateful and biting words?

Hell, you fell in love with Bart; was it really going to end in hate?

Your ever-ticking clock finally stopped. You felt it. You were in the middle of showering, and you felt your heart tell you. It tugged and pulled at you until you understood.

It’s time to go.

You didn’t want to leave. You had friends- family, that’s what they were. You had to help those you cannot help themselves; you had a world to save with your family. But those thoughts only lasted for a very short moment.

Then, you accepted it. You signed the contract when you fell in love, and you complied when your heart was broken. You knew the risks, and now you were paying the price. The choice was yours, and it led to your demise.

Your favorite memories flashed in your mind. You, Bart, and Jaime screeching at each other over a video game, wrestling over the last bag of Chicken Whizees, always having each other’s back on missions... And Bart’s eyes. No other set of eyes you’d ever seen were as green as his. They held a wonder no one else had. They were the window to the past Bart hid, the past you saw no matter how much he tried to deny it.

You were always there. He was always there. Jaime was always there. You were the iconic trio, and unstoppable trio, that would reduce to a duo in a minutes time. So much laughter and fun would be left in your wake, but the sorrow and agony that accompanied it would overshadow the light for so long.

The scans and readings you once provided wouldn’t ever be heard over the comms again. Your dry humor and witty comebacks would never lighten the mood again. The team would be down another important and loved member once again.

The beautiful white glow of Resonance’s eyes would be no more.

You’d only taken off your shirt when you fell to the floor. Your damp clothes clung to your skin, but you couldn’t feel it. You felt the cold tile floor and the water as it hit your dying body. Your vision blurred as you watched some daisy petals slip down the drain, and blood tainted the clear water.

Your five senses faded, one by one, as your life slowly slipped away. Suddenly, you heard the cutting of skin and the sharpest pain you ever felt flared from your chest.

You used all the strength you had left and looked down at the name carved into your skin. Sure enough, Bart’s full name was there, bleeding profusely. You chuckled quietly and your head gently fell back. 

The argument you had with Bart slipped away from you; you didn’t care about that anymore. You thought about his laugh, his smile, and his eye. You never got over his eyes. You always talked about them when you gushed about Bart to Cassie and Conner.

Your hearing dimmed until you heard nothing around you. As your eyelids drifted shut for the last time, all you saw were his beautiful green orbs. Your chest stuttered with a ragged inhale, and you exhaled slowly. A petal puffed from your lips as you let go of your final breath.

And you were gone.

Everyone had gone out on separate patrols for a few hours. There was suspicion of upcoming criminal activity, so no one could be too safe.

Nothing sounded safe about Cassie’s shrieks of despair. They echoed around the cave and it sent everyone sprinting towards the showers. Her shrieks came together as shrieks of your name. 

Conner was the first to run in and his face instantly crumbled. Your blood was all over the floor. Petals stuck to the damp floor while others swirled around in small puddles of water. He didn’t care that you were in just a bra and sleep shorts. Conner ran over to your body and he fell to his knees, splashing water and blood as he did so. Conner tried so hard to keep it in, but he slowly started to cry. Cassie wailed along with him as he pulled you into his arms. 

Nightwing stumbled and he put a hand on the wall, steadying himself as he shuddered. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to cry in front of the team, but it was damn near impossible. Nightwing was just about to go to your room to talk to you about the recent patrols and the reports, but he no longer could.

Bart saw you laying there and he shouted. He yelled and shouted and he started to break down. Why couldn’t he have said goodbye the right way? Instead of snapping at you and leaving without a word. Bart hated himself for it. He’d never been so angry at anything but himself.

Conner’s hand was shaking violently as he wiped the blood away from the fateful wound. He already knew what it was going to say, but he wantede Bart to see. Conner wanted Bart to see what he had done to you.

Bart turned paler than a ghost and didn’t react to Jaime’s sudden embrace. All he could see what his name cut into your skin, the name of what, or in this cae, who caused you to die. “It’s my... It’s my fault-!”

Conner looked up at the teenage speedster with all of the rage and fury in the world. “She always said you would be the death of her. Looks like she was right.”

Compared to my other Hanahaki fics, this one is c r a p I am so sorry. I wrote most of this like, at least a month ago and I’m just now finishing it, lmao. So that will explain why it isn’t very good and most likely repetitive/inconsistent

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Harry Potter AU: Sorting

So we’re trying something a little different here today in this fine blog. After a conversation in a Discord I would like to present something of a headcanon and analysis: character sorting into the Hogwarts houses.

For those who don’t know Harry Potter at all, the new students at Hogwarts are sorted into one of four houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. These four houses are based around core ideals and personality traits that each of the four founders of Hogwarts wanted in the students who would attend the school. There are dozens upon dozens of analysis posts, but they tend to be based in the traits most valued.

Now, I’m not providing a comprehensive overview of the Hogwarts houses. That will take far too long so you can read about it here. For people who find that overly complicated (even I’ll admit the post linked above gets complicated at times), typically they can be simplified into one of four traits: Bravery, Loyalty, Wisdom, and Cunning, with these traits being what the individual most values.

So all that out of the way, let’s begin sorting.

Sora: Hufflepuff

Sora being anything short of a Hufflepuff is clearly somebody who fell into the “Protagonist must be a Gryffindor” trap that early Harry Potter AU writing is riddled with. Sora is loyal to a fault to his friends and unwilling to give up on them. He wants to help everybody he meets and befriend the world, and if there ever were a more stereotypical Hufflepuff, it’d be Sora.

Riku: Slytherin (Hatstall)

Riku would be a more complex case of a Hatstall between two houses. Despite his desire to see other worlds in KH1, a large part of Riku’s arc is, as a whole, dedicated to his loyalty to Sora and Kairi, making him very strong Hufflepuff material. That being said, he’s an intelligent planner, and could very easily fill in Slytherin. If you read the linked post, it mentioned that Slytherin is a loyalty based around a priority worldview, which is seen in how not only does RIku’s loyalty work in tiers (he prioritizes returning Sora over Roxas’s life, for instance) but it is limited to only the people in Riku’s circle of protection, as such, I do think that the hat might have some difficulties since his beliefs are Hufflepuff, but actions and intents line up more with Slytherin. At the end of the day, despite potential for both, Riku would be a Slytherin.

Kairi: Gryffindor

As we’ve seen, Kairi is certainly not the kind of person to think before she acts. She’s bold and brash, and despite any fear she might feel at becoming a Keyblade Master, at losing her friends, Kairi continues to keep pushing onward. This alone to me, is enough for the sorting hat to consider Gryffindor, if not outright go with it.

Terra: Gryffindor

Terra was and still is, in my opinion, the hardest character to sort. In a way he’s demonstrated none of the house qualities. But then I thought about it a bit more, and while not quite the same loud bravery that Kairi would have, Terra is determined and willing to push against what might hold him back. No matter what BBS throws his way, Terra takes it down, even when said individual is his father figure. This quiet determination is why I’d feel comfortable calling Terra Gryffindor.

Aqua: Ravenclaw

Well first of all I have to satisfy my self indulgent quota and my aesthetic.

Okay so all joking aside, Aqua was a character I initially threw into Ravenclaw mostly as an aesthetic joke, and then I began to think. Aqua is Ravenclaw and not just as an aesthetic reference. Looking at the post linked, Aqua highly relies on a morality system based upon the knowledge she’s gained, that being the world built by Eraqus. Furthermore, Aqua is what the post refers to as a “Burnt Ravenclaw.” Somebody who’s lost their system of morality and fallen, because a morality shaking event could lead to her constant near losses in the Realm of Darkness and subsequent norting.

Ventus: Hufflepuff

Ventus’s entire attitude is built up based on his friends, and doing what he can to help and support him. The Sorting Hat would only need about ten seconds on his head before deciding that Ven is a Hufflepuff and so do I.

Vanitas: Slytherin

Vanitas is not a Slytherin because Slytherin is evil, but rather the entire motivations for why he acted the way he did. Vanitas is not inherently evil, but instead desperate to be whole. As such, he set all of his plans out in a way that benefited him, lurking from the shadows to reach that ultimate goal in a strategy much more fitting of a Slytherin than any other house at Hogwarts.

Roxas: Hufflepuff (Hatstall)

I wavered on Roxas for a very long time. He has traits of multiple houses. He has a strong desire for knowledge and the world around him, which is a very Ravenclaw trait. He’s a hard enough worker towards an end goal that he could fall very easily into Slytherin, but like with Aqua, his true home became apparent with a little bit of thought.

Everything that drives Roxas towards what he believes in, is based on one thing: Loyalty. Roxas desires the truth so badly because those he put his trust in deceived him, and betrayed that trust. He was loyal to them, and he valued that loyalty so much that when they betrayed it he left the entire organization. Like how Aqua is a “burned Ravenclaw”, Roxas is a “burned Hufflepuff”. He tried to care about and help others, but many, including Axel, proved that it wasn’t worth his time, and the result is a character easily confused for a Slytherin, but falling right in line with Hufflepuff.

Xion: Hufflepuff

If Roxas was a struggle of a Hatstall, Xion was the opposite. To her the world is worth caring about, to the point that she was willing to sacrifice her life for both the sake of the world and the survival of her best friend. While I may self-indulgently consider her a Ravenpuff, her true place is in Hufflepuff.

Axel/Lea: Slytherin

Axel bases his entire world on his loyalty to a select few people. Isa, and later Roxas and Xion. He prioritizes them to the point that he betrays the Organization (both in the act of killing Zexion and in the storyline of KH2), and every action he does is to further some kind of action or goal. Nothing in Lea is anything short of pure Slytherin.

Namine: Ravenclaw 

Namine herself is a character who works to make sure knowledge is available, that everybody can have it. It’s why she tells Roxas the truth of his existence, it’s why she works to remove the lies that she’s told Sora, and like in the above linked post, she has a tendency to follow a morality system imposed upon her by others. A textbook Ravenclaw.

Anyways, so that’s the main eleven characters. I’ll probably make a second meta exploring some of the secondary characters and their houses later, but enjoy this for now. ^^

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studyblr tag!

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rules: answer these 10 15 WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING questions, then tag 10 more people to answer them!

1. what is your degree/favourite subject? - i’m still in second-level education, but my favourite subject is definitely english! right now i’m planning on becoming a law major, fingers crossed!

2. where are you from? - ireland!

3. what motivates you to study? - honestly, studying has become second nature to me at this point (whether i should be worried about my social life or not is the real question...), but i’ve found that i only really study in preparation for a test, rather than in advance or as revision of old topics. instead, i make the most of my free time when i have it, and give studying my all when it comes down to it! i will be taking a set of very important exams at the end of this coming school year though, so i’ll probably find my mindset changing in september, since my workload only became heavy near the end of the past year! as a side note, proving people wrong is very good motivation - i entered my english exam at the beginning of my first year knowing that my teacher had severely underestimated my abilities, and walked out of it with the only grade above 60 percent - 96 - in the entire class, so there’s that, i guess.

4. what do you love about yourself? - it’s probably not a good sign that i had to think about this for a while, but i love that while school is important to me, i know that my grades aren’t the be all and end all right now (until i take my junior cert, that is), and that taking care of myself and others and enjoying life, alongside schoolwork, is the most important thing right now! i’ve built a bit of a reputation for myself as being the approachable nerd of my year, and i think it’s not a bad title to have - friendships are just as important as straight as!

5. what time do you do your best studying? - probably the evening time! sadly, i’m absolutely awful in the mornings, so my only real chance to get some proper work done is around 5pm onwards, when i feel like my brain is actually awake! at weekends, i try to get my work done around midday, but that’s only because i can sleep in to my heart’s desire...

6. what is your favourite TV show? - how to get away with murder! i don’t think i’ll ever stop talking about this show because i love it sososososo much - it has the best plotline that doesn’t get boring after the first season, the actors are so incredibly talented (especially viola davis - an incredibly talented poc actress getting recognition for her work while staying so humble? um yes please), and there is so much representation (gay, pan, lesbian, trans main characters, poc representation everywhere + important issues being tackled in the episodes themselves!) - i could talk about it all day, it’s just that great!

7. best self care tip for exam season? - i think it’s important to prepare as early as possible for important exams, but if you’re like me and have left it all to the week of, take your exams one day at a time and study only for the next day! this might sound a bit odd, and obviously if you have an incredibly easy subject on one day and the hardest on the next then make an exception, but in general i find it really helps to focus on getting one a at a time and going into the exam hall feeling prepared for the day’s tests! also take breaks when you can afford them, then study intensely to make the most of limited time!

8. do you listen to music when you study? - i listen to classical music (my favourites are chopin’s piano work!), studio ghibli or animal crossing soundtracks, or lo-fi versions of kpop songs (smyang on youtube does some nice ones!), but only at a low volume and for regular tests - when i’m cramming for end of year exams/midterms, i study in relative silence!

9. what is your favourite book? - i still don’t have an answer to this as i’m beginning to move towards more philosophical/abstract books instead of generic fiction, but i quite enjoyed the devotion of suspect x by keigo higashino, which i read recently!

10. where do you do your best studying? - i’m not too picky as long as i have a chair and desk! i like a bit of background noise if i’m studying without music, so i’m planning to try out coffee shops/ my local library next year!

11. what do you get complimented on often? - my schoolwork or piano i guess? i’m a perfectionist so throw myself into projects, so i tend to get lots of compliments on them once i’ve finished.

12. where would you like to live in the future? - in a city, perhaps edinburgh or somewhere in canada/the usa? i don’t plan on staying in ireland anyways...

13. how long have you been active on your studyblr? - i created this blog on the 15th july 2018, so 6 days ago and have been active on it since! i used to run another studyblr (acadmia), which i created on new years’ day back in 2017 and was active on until around may of this year?

14. favourite way to spend study breaks? - sight-reading random pop/classical pieces on piano! it’s really relaxing and takes my mind off whatever i have to do next!

15. what is your favourite study snack? - i don’t really eat, but i like to have a bottle of water/a flavoured drink beside me!

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@graystudie @somberlystudies @peppermint-studign @ettudes @onthestudyingspot @fabulaes @tubastudy @studyred @educahtier and @cottonbujo!