#something that probably happened to all of us who don't have English as our mother tongue

[chiru-801]

anecdote disguised as a comic

[cheeseceli]

Petnames with stray Kids

Pairing: skz!ot8 × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Synopsis: which pet name would the stray kids boys use when referring to you

Warnings: mentions of food in Seungmin and Lee Know's, I think that's it

A/n: I had this idea for a while but only wrote it now. Hope you all like it <3 | 1k event

Chan

I've said it before and I'll say it again, he would call you by a pet name in your language. However, if he had to choose an English one, it would probably be "baby". It's something that he finds endearing and at the same time it shows his protective side.

"I miss you [ ]. Just a few more months and I will be back home."

Lee Know

I believe he would call you something in his language. It's the idiom he learnt first, the one he carries more meaning. He might not be the best with words but he wants you to be sure that he loves you, so he always tries to call you something that comes deep for him

"Have you eaten already yeobo? I just cooked some lunch, I can bring it to you."

Changbin

"Babe." I am a firm believer that he has thousands of pet names for you, going from the sweetest to the cringiest ones in a matter of seconds, but babe would probably be his favourite. It's neutral to anyone who listens to it, however it seems special every time it's between the two of you. It's perfect.

"Babe, are you free tonight? I thought we could go on a date."

Hyunjin

He has a big vocabulary of petnames, but they all start with "my". My love, my angel, my dearest and the list goes on. He doesn't even want to be possessive about it, it's just that this was the way he found to express how important you are to him.

"My love, are you coming to practice today? I really wanted you to see our rehearsal, I think you will like it."

Han

"Darling". I know it's kinda a consensus that he would call you "baby" but bro calls everyone that 😭 I believe he would like you to be different. Darling is something that still sounds like him but also has a greater meaning (you).

"I'm almost finishing this track. Would you like to listen to it darling?"

Felix

Calls you "angel". He thinks it's only fair that he portrays you well, and no other word could do you justice. Besides that, I think he would also call you a nickname, a variant from your own name that no one has ever called you before. Nothing else could be more you than that, but it's also something that would be exclusive to the two of you.

"Angel, my mom is on the phone. She said she misses you."

Seungmin

"Honey". It's just so sweet and light, so he thinks that it matches you very well. I don't think he would be the type to say petnames all the time but when it does happen, it's always the cutest things that leave his mouth.

"Honey, I'm on my way home. Do you want me to bring dinner?"

I.N

He's another one who I think would call you a Korean pet name, but for different reasons than Lee Know. It's probably because Korean is his mother language, so it feels more like home. And at this point, you are his home.

"Jagi have you seen my silver ring? The big one?"

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[marunene]

—· Castiel Head/canons!

(SFW/NSFW)

There are also some angels headcanons too! — Remembering that these are HEADCANONS and even if they don't make sense to you, they make sense to me./LH. Some (many) of them I only kept in a jar in my brain while I was reading fanfics, hehe...

English is not my first language, be patient with me.

SFW!

- Pansexual! I firmly believe that angels don't care about your sex or gender, for them it's practically the same thing besides your body.

- This also means that they don't care if you are a man or a woman, if you do something they don't like you will be beaten, probably die. I see Castiel from the first seasons doing this so— yeah.

- Autism spec. You can't convince me otherwise.

- For petnames, he doesn't use it much, but if he does sometime, he calls you honeybee or love. Probably "human" if you call him "angel".

- He LOVES physical contact, even if it's not apparent, he could cuddle with you for hours and still want more

- His wings are HUGE, dark and blue, when you touch them they feel like silk, they are so soft, completely from another world.

- And to complement, I like to think that they are quite sensitive to touch.

- If he were to choose a favorite color, it would be green because it reminds him of nature. But he also likes blue (sea and sky) and yellow (bees)

- His trenchcoat are his comfort object.

- HE HUGS YOU WITH HIS WINGS WHEN YOU CUDDLE OR ARE JUST SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER. Imagine him protecting you with them while you sleep <3

- Gets grumpy when drunk <3

- Legends say that Castiel once tried to make breakfast and Dean forbade him from touching his stove...

- He's almost always watching you, just... Looking at you. Sometimes it's a little creepy, but he loves you too much not to look.

- When you had your first kiss, all the light bulbs in the neighborhood just exploded and he looked at you with a surprised face-- (not because of the light bulbs)

- After seeing how good you are with children, sometimes he imagines what you would be like as a mother and what it would be like if you could have a normal life, without hunting, without dating an angel. He knows what could happen if you two had a child and can't even imagine what he would do knowing that he was the one who did this to you :3

- Physically, what he likes most about you are your eyes. And his favorite part of himself is his wings, even after the fall, it still reminds him of what he really is. Jimmy isn't exactly... Him. He's just a vessel. It wouldn't make much sense for him to choose some part of his body as his favorite.

- You collect his feathers when he's moulting (I love comparing angel wings to bird wings! Sorry...)

- besides tasting molecules, He can literally SEE them... Or at least some of them...

NSFW!

- PRAISE AND DEGRADATION KINK. It depends on the day, although at first if you degraded him he wouldn't understand why you would be doing that... But praise him and this angel will be on his knees for you.

- He's more into slow and sensual sex.

- He doesn't sweat at all, not in the intercourse or out of it. (This is canon actually)

- Something between 7/8 inches, specifically 18/19cm, a bit thick - (Misha messed with my head when said he has 9 inches, so hmm)

- He definitely doesn't shave, just let it grow and wouldn't mind if you didn't shave it too. He is an angel, he saw everything from the beginning, including Eve and Adam. There were no razors at that time.

- LOVES oral sex, give him a blowjob and he would be a pathetic whiny mess. However, he doesn't really like to GIVE bc of the taste of the molecules. (Human Cas would LOVE to taste you tho ;))

- As I said before, his wings are sensitive, he LOVES it when you stroke them when you 2 are having sex, even if it makes him a bit overwhelmed and quite Desesperate

- Usually a dom. He followed rules his whole life, let our little angel have a little control <3 But of course on his first time he would like you to tell him what to do, but over time he would become more confident and you are fucked.

- LET HIM USE HIS GRACE ON(in) YOU. Pin you against the bed, you can't even move properly as he fucks you w his grace, looking into your eyes with a little smirk on his face.

- As an angel, he has much more stamina than you, so you would only stop when you are tired. For him, you 2 could do this all night.

- MY BOY IS A VOYEUR! I'm sure he's watched you touch yourself and stuff when he were invisible, but never had the courage to jerk off to it tho

- He will look you in the eye almost all the time, he just can't help it.

- ALWAYS checking on you, asking if what he's doing is okay (especially the first few times you did this), he doesn't want to hurt you... :(

- Call him a good angel/boy when you're jerking him off and that you're proud of him when he finish, he'll fucking MELT.

- He'll get confused if you say “Oh my God”... Why are you moaning his father's name when he's the one fucking you? (HELP)

There are a lot of nsfw hcs I'm genuinely scared of myself, sorry 😭 I used practically all my headcanons in this post, there probably won't be a pt 2, be glad, mwah mwah mwah

Look at his Dom look HELPP

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

https://www.gbnews.com/royal/kate-middleton-prince-louis-birthday-picture-royal-family-news

“The couple eventually posted a new photograph in the afternoon, despite having traditionally provided it to the press under an embargo the day before.”

I’m new to the whole process of how the birthday pictures are shared, but from the online articles (especially the above one), it seems to me that the Wales’ circumvented providing it directly to the press this time and only published the picture themselves on social media. If so, good for them!

Hopefully, the media has FAFO’d. And GB News may be salty, but they have no one to blame but themselves.

So how the birthday photos work is that usually the afternoon before a birthday (or a milestone anniversary or a new baby photo), William and Kate will send the picture out to the newspapers/photo agencies/media organizations with an embargo not to release before a certain time. This "certain time" has traditionally been around 10pm London time, which is usually when the UK morning newspapers "go to bed" - i.e., the layout/content is finalized and sent to the printers and the electronic copies are published to the internet/posted on social media.

Because of the time difference (10pm London is 5pm East Coast and 2pm West Coast), American social media tends to make the new pictures go viral on our side of the internet while the rest of the world is asleep. This is why you may have seen some American blogs cheering on Monday afternoon - the UK papers went to print without new photos of Louis for his birthday on the Tuesday front pages.

So then on the day of the actual birthday/anniversary, Kensington Palace will post their "Happy birthday to Kiddo" message with their original photo first thing in the morning to coincide with the locals waking up/reading their morning news. A few hours later, usually around their lunchtime/early afternoon, Kensington Palace does a "thank you for the happy messages" post with a second photo.

What happened this week with Louis's birthday is that Kensingon Palace did not provide the newspapers, photo agencies, media orgs with a new photo of Louis for his birthday. According to Rebecca English, this is because William and Kate didn't want to share photos because either a) it felt hypocritical after spending January through March begging for privacy or b) how the press treated them over the Mother's Day photo and Kate's video message.

But something happened, William and Kate changed their minds about not sharing the photo and decided to post one anyway. They posted the new photo straight to their own social media first, before then sending it out to the news and media organizations.

Why they changed their minds, we don't know. Maybe their office got too many phone calls about it. Maybe their staff reported on all the social media tributes. Maybe there was a ton of mail/birthday cards delivered for Louis. We know that they probably intended to share new photos. You don't have a photoshoot with young kids for the heck of it. My theory is they did the photos, someone got cold feet about sharing photos after what happened last month, and they were on the fence about it until they saw the genuine love, support, and appreciation for Louis (and the family) from the general public.

I'd like to see this being the new MO going forward - pictures released exclusively to their social media first, then circulated to the media (or forcing the media to use the social media copy exclusively). We won't really know till Charlotte's birthday next week if this was a one-off or truly a change in how they handle the media.

On that note...I do kinda feel like we might be getting an anniversary picture this year. With Kate's health issues, they may feel like an anniversary picture would comfort people who are worried about her, and it may be how they thank the public for their support and well wishes. Of course, the caveat being that Kate has felt well enough to be photographed/appear on camera.

[mrs-eddie-k]

You what? // Eddie Kaspbrak x F!Uris!Reader

Summary: Eddie (aged up to 16) falls for Stan's sister, which pisses the overprotective Stan clearly off!

Warnings: Language, fluff, insults Rating: PG-13

A/N: This is just a little throw together - just fluff - of scenarios that could happen if Stan's twin sister is starting to date Eddie. It's for all the Eddie lovers out there. PS: I will probably use some of this in my big fanfic as flashbacks ;) PPS: I really dove into some of my teenage memories for this - huh, this was a long time ago ;) PPPS: I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any spelling errors ;)

"Wow, Eddie, did you finally get some?" Richie snorts, pointing at Eddie's neck.

"What are you talking about, you dickhead?" Eddie whines and pushes his friend off him, who comes closer and inspects his neck.

"What am I talking about? That fucking big hickey on your neck, Eddie Spaghetti!"

"Wait, what?!" he exclaims and touches his neck. He panics and tries to rub it off. His mother will have a heart attack if she sees this.

"That's not how this works, Eds," Richie laughs. "Who was the lucky lady? Or was it a guy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Tozier! That's none of your business."

Now the two have the attention of the others as well. Bill, Stan, and Mike turn to them, and Stan scoffs about his hickey.

"Nice one, Eddie. Come on, tell us. Who was it?" Stan now asks, making Eddie blush. He doesn't want Stan to know that it was, in fact you, his sister.

"No one, and now leave me alone," Eddie grumbles.

"C-c-come on, E-e-Eds. Tell us", now Bill intervenes.

"You don't know her, okay? She's not in our grade." Eddie puts up the collar of his polo and tries to hide it so that the others finally back off.

The Uris family sat at their table, eating dinner. Stan, as always, sat on your right and shoveled the stew into his mouth, which your mother had made.

"So, how did studying with Eddie go today, Y/N?" your mother speaks up, and you look up.

It's still strange for Stan that you are hanging out with one of his best friends, but it's for school.

"It was good, actually. We - we discovered something new today", you tell your mother, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

Stan's gaze almost immediately rushes to your neck, where he can clearly see a hickey. Just like the one Eddie had. He stares at you as he puts one plus one together and clenches his fist. You look up and into your brother's eyes.

"What are you looking at, moron?" you ask, and Stan still stares at your hickey.

"Y/N, don't call your brother a moron," your dad intervenes, not even looking up from his newspaper.

Stan looks up into your eyes and then back to your neck. You understand quickly, pulling your hair in front of it and averting his gaze.

The following day Stan is still pissed. As he walks up to the school, he tightens his fingers around the straps of his backpack. When he spots Eddie, who is standing there with Ben, Bill, and Richie, he walks straight up to him, throws his bag to the ground, and then pushes Eddie back hard, throwing him on the floor. Of course, the others intervene asap and hold Stan back.

"You fucking bastard!" he yells, and Eddie looks at him irritated, as he looks up at Stan on the ground.

"What is your fucking problem, Stan?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

"Fucking hell, Stan. Not cool", Richie says now, taking his best friend's side and pulling him to his feet.

"I fucking know what you did, Kaspbrak! I know it! She's my fucking sister!" Stan now yells, glaring at Eddie, who just now realizes what Stan is talking about. His feeling gets terrible.

"Stan, I - I can explain..." Eddie stutters.

"Are you for real? You're doing my sister? My baby sister? Out of all people!!" He yells, and Eddie flinches.

"Well... Actually, she's the same age as you, Stan", Eddie tries to convince his friend.

You are, in fact, his twin sister. You are a year younger than Eddie and Stan's other friends and are quite popular. Eddie thinks you have the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes he has ever seen. You never belonged to the losers club and were lucky enough never to have any encounter with Pennywise. Yet.

The other losers only saw you when they were at Stan's house, and Eddie was smitten with you from the beginning. Of course, he would never admit that to the others, or, so help him god, to Stan.

Stan was always overprotective of you and never let anyone get near you. When Richie commented about you getting titties or a "smashing body," he would freak and put him in his place. One could do anything but never joke about his sister.

You joined an advanced history class when you got older and met Eddie. You got along well from the beginning. When you needed to do an assignment together, you often visited his house, or he was at your place.

As the usual "Teenage love story" you studied together, one thing led to another... You found yourselves on your bed, making out.

Flashback

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie murmured as he placed his lips on yours again. He lies on top of you, and his hands roam over your body.

"You okay?" you ask, and he smiles against your lips.

"More than okay."

You two teenagers continue to make out. Then you turn yourselves around and sit on Eddie, taking off your shirt. Eddies eyes grow big as he stares at your bra and your boobs.

"Holy fuck!" he curses, and you have to laugh.

"You are cute, Eddie. You act as if you've never seen a girl in a bra before" you laugh, and he blushes.

You don't know that he never has. He doesn't want you to find out, so he pulls you down and kisses you again. You start kissing down his neck and then suck on it.

It's a natural sensation for Eddie. And then it happens. He feels it between his legs, how the blood is being pumped there.

'Oh god, no! Why does this have to happen now?!' Eddie thinks, and he sincerely hopes that you don't notice.

You push yourself up from him and then look at him quite amused, which makes Eddie blush. His breathing quickens, and he gets nervous. You smile at him and then stroke your hand over his chest to his waistband. You softly rub your fingers inside the waistband, but Eddie stops you.

"Please... don't", he gasps, looking you in the eyes. He is nervous that you think he is a loser, a prude, or something. Or that you will laugh at him for being a virgin.

A soft smile appears on you lips.

"You’re all good, Eddie," you say. "We are only doing what you are comfortable with, I promise. No need to be embarrassed about it."

Eddie looks at you in surprise. He never thought of you reacting the way you just did. When he sees you in school, you always seem so cool and intimating, if Eddie has to be honest, despite you being younger than him. But right here, right now, you seem... Just so sweet, understanding, and gentle.

A flow of adrenalin pumps through Eddie's veins, and he can feel the butterflies starting in his stomach. Fuck, did he just fall for his best friend's sister?

You lean down to kiss him again. "And if you wanna stop this," you say. "Just say the word."

Eddie shakes his head quickly. "N-no," he stutters. "I actually really, really like this."

"Me too, Eddie. Me too."

Flashback end

Richie laughs out loud. "Hah, are you for real Eddie? You fucked Stan's sister?"

"No! I didn't - fuck her! We just... made out a little", Eddie tries to justify himself.

"That doesn't fucking matter! You stay away from her!!" Stan yells, but just then, you step up to them.

"What the fuck is going on here?" you want to know from your brother, which you just saw pushing Eddie back.

"You tell me, Y/N! You're the one screwing one of my best friends!" Stan says, still angry.

Now you sigh, annoyed, and rub your forehead. "Are you fucking serious? You're making a scene because I made out with Eddie? So the fuck what when we did?"

Now Stan looks startled at you. He didn't expect that kind of reaction. "But you-"

"But I what, Stan? I'm 15. That's what normal teenagers do when they are "studying." Don't you get that? No wonder you are in this so-called Loser Club. Just grow up, okay?" you throw at his head. You words kind of sting inside Eddie, too, cause you literally just called them all losers.

"But why him? Why couldn't you just - I don't know - take one of your cool kids or something?" Stan now adds.

Again you sigh, annoyed. "Cause, maybe, if it goes into your tiny brain, I think Eddie is cute."

"You do?" Eddie now asks, surprised.

You turn around to him and smile. "I do, Eddie. I quite enjoy our little study dates, to be honest", you say, and Stan gags.

"You two are just gross!"

"Shut up, Stanley!" you spit at your brother. You turn around, winking at Eddie. "See ya, Eds."

The following few "study" dates between you and Eddie are mostly the same as before. You start studying a little, and then you end up making out with each other. Eddie knows by then that he has fallen hard for you, but he still doesn't know if it's just a game for you or if you feel the same. So this time, he gathers all his courage.

"Y/N?" he asks as you lie on your bed after a wild make-out session.

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if you..." he starts, turning his head toward you and then clearing his throat. "Um, I was wondering if you, maybe, would like to, um, go on a date, maybe? I mean, on a real date."

You sit up and look at him, surprised. "Eddie? Are you really asking me out?" you ask, and Eddie gets nervous.

"Well, um, m-maybe I do. If you're up for it, of course!"

You smile at him. "Gosh, Stan will freak," you say, bending down to Eddie and pecking his lips. "I'd love to."

"Seriously? Holy fuck!" he exclaims, and his eyes start to glimmer.

"Why are you always so surprised at everything, Eddie?" you ask, amused. "I really like you. Do you think I would make out with you if I wouldn't?"

"I don't know," Eddie says, shrugging.

You sigh and lie down on your bed again. "I know what you might think of me, Eddie. I know what they've been saying about us."

Eddie pops himself up on his elbow. "You have no idea what I think of you, Y/N Uris. Those things they say about you - I think it's just what it is - rumors." He bent down and kisses you again. "And I really like you, too, by the way."

"Just one thing first... I want to talk to Stan about it, if that's okay with you, " you say, and Eddie sighs.

"I would've done that myself, but honestly - he freaks me out!"

That evening you knock on Stan's door.

"What you want?" you hear him say as you open the door slowly.

"Stan? Can I talk to you for a sec?" you ask, and Stan looks up from his comic.

He then sighs and continues reading it. "What's up?" He is still pissed at you for fooling around with his friend.

You close the door behind your back. "It's about Eddie..."

Now you have his attention. He looks back up at you and closes his comic. He angrily bites his lip as he glares at you. "What about him?"

You nervously knead your fingers. "Well... I - I think I'm kinda falling for him, Stanny."

Stan's eyebrows shoot up. "You fucking what?"

You huff and then sit down next to your twin on his bed. "I don't know. It's just... The time I spent with him as of now was really - great. He's a great guy, and he's funny and cute, and he is really good at-"

"Wow, stop! I don't wanna hear this!"

"I was going to say at making me laugh, but okay." Ypou roll her eyes. "He asked me out, you know."

"He did what?" Stan says and shoots up.

"Calm the fuck down, you moron. It's not like he asked me to marry him! It's just a date. But I told him that I wanted to talk to you first. I want you to be okay with it."

"Dad told you not to call me that," Stan mumbles. "But no! Just no, Y/N. Not Eddie. Not one of my best friends. Please!"

You frown. "But, I really like him, Stan. And he likes me, he told me. We wanna try it."

"And what if it backfires, huh? What if you two don't work out, and my friendship with Eddie is ruined because of you? I don't want that. I really don't, Y/N!"

"But... If we don't try... We will be unhappy. Do you want that for us?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You're fucking teenagers! You'll get over it."

You let your head hang and sigh sadly. "You know... I really thought you wanted me to be happy", you say, standing up slowly.

"Y/N -"

"No, I get it, Stan." You walk to the door and open it. Before you step out of his room, you look back at your twin. "I will go on that date, you know. I just would go with a better feeling, you being okay with it. But if it has to be like that, it will."

For a month now, Eddie and you have been dating. But also, for a month now, Stan hasn't talked much to Eddie or you, which was quite hard. But Stan wanted to make his point clear. If his sister and best friend started dating, he doesn't want to be part of it even though he starts to regret it lately. As it seems, you and Eddie go perfectly with each other. Stan always sees the heart eyes Eddie is giving you across the schoolyard and how you always blush and send him a little kiss back.

So Stan made a decision. In recess, he walks over to the little wall, where you sit with Eddie's head in your lap. You two look so happy and are laughing about something when Stan clears his throat next to you.

Eddie shoots up and looks at him. "Stan!" he says nervously.

"Hey guys", Stan says, pressing his lips together and scratching his head. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Eddie and you exchange a look when you nod.

"Sure", you say, crossing your arms.

"Well, I uh, I wanted to apologize to you guys for-" Stan stops when he realizes his other friends are standing behind him. He quickly looks around and continues then. "I wanted to apologize for being an idiot. I can see now that you two are happy together, and - well - who am I to stand in the way of it."

Eddie and you are both looking at Stan. Then you stand up slowly.

"You mean it?", you ask, and Stan is looking at you and then at Eddie again when he nods.

You take your brother in your arms. "Thank you, Stan. This means so much!" Then you turn back around to Eddie and kiss him.

"Okay, but just - don't do this in front of me!"

Hand in hand, Eddie and you walk through Derry. It's been a year now since the two of you got together. Your relationship couldn't have been any better. Even Eddies mother accepted you, even though it took a long time for Mrs. Kaspbrak to accept the fact that her Eddiebear has a girlfriend now.

As you pass the pharmacy, Greta Keene and her posse are just leaving it. You can feel Eddie's hand tighten.

"Hey Y/N... Are you seriously still dating this hypochondriac little psycho?" she yells after you, making her posse laugh, and you turn around. You sigh and look Greta in the eyes.

"Y/N, you don't need to-" Eddie tries to stop you, but you just shake her head.

"No, Eddie. She can't talk to you like that."

"What? Is little Kaspbrak not man enough to stand up for himself?" Greta scoffs.

"You know what, G? Why don't you just shut the fuck up, huh? Why do you even care if I'm dating him or not?" you ask and put your chin up.

"Who said I did? I was just wondering, did you already man up this virgin, or has his mommy something against it?"

You let go of Eddie's hand and walk up to Greta. You are much smaller than Greta, but you don't care.

"You're one to talk, Greta. Spreading the rumors that you are easy to have yourself, despite being a virgin yourself! Well, I would rather be a known virgin than be one and be called a whore! But then, I mean, who would really wanna fuck you?"

Eddie can see that your speech is everything but pleasant for Greta. Her face turns red, and she clenches her fists.

"That's not true!" she tries to tell her posse, who is mumbling now. Then she turns back to you. "You little slut!" she creams and pushes you back hard, so you fall to the ground and crash with your face to the concrete.

You immediately sit up and Eddie can see that you're bleeding.

"Y/N!" he screams and kneels to you. "Are you okay?"

Greta and her posse are just laughing, making Eddie look at her with the nastiest look he has.

"You are a fucking asshole, Greta!" he hisses. "Just pathetic and - and you are a loser!"

Greta now glares at Eddie and grabs him by the collar.

"You little maggot -" she starts, but at that moment, Mr. Keene, her father, stretches out his head.

"Greta!" he yells, and she lets go of Eddie. "Leave my best customer alone!"

"You're one lucky guy, Kaspbrak! Next time you won't be!"

As Greta and her posse leave, Eddie brings his attention back to you. He rummages in his fanny pack for his disinfectant spray and gauze.

"Shit, Y/N! That looks bad. Do you know how many bacteria there are on the floor? Holy fuck!"

He starts to wipe the blood away. You just look at him, smiling.

"What?" he asks.

"There is the boy I love."

Eddie smiles and pecks your nose before finishing your wound and helping you onto your feet.

"You are lucky to have me, or you would probably die of a-"

"Let me guess... a staph infection?" you laugh, making Eddie laugh too.

"Exactly." He takes your face in his. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Thank you for letting me be with you."

"I love you too, my hypochondriac sweetheart. Until the end", you whisper back as you kiss passionately.

[emyluwinter]

I…..I don't even know where to start here, my dear.

It's not like "everything burns with a blue flame"

TWST decided to punch the OUT.

So everything is according to the old scheme. Then there are spoilers.

SHOO

So we continue to lead our news feed with Twisted wonderland AND THIS IS DAMN THE MOST DESTRUCTIVE EMOTIONAL UPDATE OF THE PLOT.

I love this game so much, you would know, it gives me such an emotional explosion that I need so much in life from time to time.

You can find now a bunch of different interpretations of a more detailed plot from the game. I will pay attention to what I remember the most

First. Grimm is my cute little gremlin/little devil. Scares poor cooks, a married couple hiding in the basement(?) to get brooms for to fly. And the funny thing is… YUU CAN JOIN THIS. YES. TIME TO BE THE MOST DANGEROUS!AND NOT TO SOLVE IT! Don't tell me Yuu doesn't enjoy a little chaos when he and Grimm start making a complete mess.

While the conversation was going on, the sound of a very hungry stomach sounded. Everyone immediately looks at Sebek.

Sebek burning with shame - …………… it's not me.

Silver didn't believe him for a split second!!*laughs*

And then this crocodile accuses that it's rumbling in Yuu's stomach! Sebek!!How could you!!Ahahahahahaha. First you say with the stubbornness of the rock that you will not be friends with us, and then you substitute that it is not you who is rumbling in your stomach, but the "person" Yes. Sure. Pffffff.

Sebek continues to deny it. But his rumbling stomach interrupts his own words. Ahahahahahah. Nice guy, just say you're hungry.

Silver DISNEY PRINCESS is already a canon, my dear. Sebek came up with a plan to use this "Princess of Diasomnia" so that they could escape past the knights of the Silver Owl. Use animals as a distraction. They really managed to escape. And when the "Dream" team (Yuu, Grimm, Silver and Sebek) were almost attacked, Lilia came to the rescue. Scolded his "not sons" for something they were inattentive. And Lilia was also attacked by birds thinking that he was dangerous to Silver. OMALVDPOALDVPODA

We were shown the castle of Princess Meleanor. (Mallenoa, it turned out to be not quite the right name from Japanese to English. We were shown how to do it right) This is a frame from the Sleeping Beauty cartoon. Such beautiful backgrounds. I like the visual style.

*San takes a deep breath*

WE WERE SHOWN MELEANOR. AND I'M ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY. I AM WEAK AGAINST THE WOMEN THAT TOBOSO CREATES.

NO, JUST LOOK AT HER. THIS GODDESS.

With not the easiest character, but as Lilia said, Malleus is definitely more calm than his mother.

How powerful this goddess's thighs must be to lay this healthy egg….

Meleanor - * the most gentle dragon mom who loves the baby in the egg, sings a lullaby to him*

she's in a second

"I'LL SET YOU ON FIRE WITH LIGHTNING RIGHT NOW, IDIOT!!"

Lilia meanwhile with the face "I want to retire"

Meleanor considers her husband to be a world-class beauty and that Malleus will definitely grow up and receive beauty genes from his father. Ma'am, I want to know what your husband looks like since you worship him so much. I need to see him!! TOBOSO PLEASE. Who is this man capable of stealing the heart of Draconia?!

Oh, yeah….

Meleanor threw such information that set the fandom on fire. As if it's not enough for us right now..khem…

Lilia proposed to her when he was younger, and Meleanor also said that Lilia also loves Levan. And that they both spent more time together than any married couple.

Well … technically, "love" can be perceived in different ways, as a family, as a friend, as a dear fairy heart, and in romantic or not, everyone decides for himself. Lilia grew up with Meleanor and Levan, in fact, these are the two closest faeries that have been to him throughout his life.

TWST decided to tear our hearts to shreds, I'm not kidding.

Silver…..

….guys…..he's already having a tantrum for the third time probably happening. The screenwriters didn't spare him at all. Like us, too.

It's not like a panic attack, it smells like a nervous breakdown.

And yes, he was dragged away by ink due to the fact that his entire consciousness went to dust.

It wasn't enough for us to have one overblott, IT ALREADY SMELLS LIKE TWO AT LEAST

Sebek, Grimm and Yuu are trying to find Silver lost in the ink. They wander in the dark long a lot and Sebek is worried that we might get lost. Yuu takes them by the hand and Sebek is confused and confused. Phphhavadlp. This guy. Tsundere. You're in our gang, no excuses.

Silver is of course pulled out, Sebek swears with him, fights with him, swears again. He's crying eyes out. And they put up. Silver uses the magic of the ring to pull everyone out of the ink.

Yuu and their poor battered back from all these falls…Ahahahahaha

They notice that behind the Lily's footprints there are traces of knights from Silver Owls and rush to help.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand

this is the end of the chapter.

Considering that there will be a new event in October.Which will stretch until mid-November? I think that we can expect updates to the plot of the main story in December. Perhaps. But this is not accurate.

As we can see, they try not to "artificially stretch the plot" as sometimes happens. And to work it out carefully and in detail. Keep in mind that we are only approaching the middle of the story somewhere. Because Ortho is still waiting for us with dogs and Styx And the fight is not in a dream with Malleus.

+Analysis of the consequences.

And I reааааааally hope chapter 8 for Yuu and Grimm.

Let's summarize the results.

Silver turned out to be the son of the Knight of the Dawn, immersed in a deep sleep because of the three fairies until the war ends. CANONICALLY SILVER IS TAKEN FROM THE HISTORY OF AURORA And that "only love can wake him up" Lilia, who was staggering next to an abandoned castle for 300/400 years, it is unknown why.

-huh?…is there a baby crying somewhere?

The unique magic of Lilies. - check The unique magic of Sobek. - check

It remains only to learn the unimalkuyu magic - Ace, Grimm and Ortho!

[iwtv-az-hours]

Hi, can you maybe explain more about your tags under the armand + malik gifset? What Do you mean when you talk about armands gender and she/her pronouns? I'm in my late 30s and english is not my native language and I have trouble understanding what people mean when they say stuff like that, like lestat beeing she/her coded. And you seem to get it. Hope thats not a bother and thanks!

Hi! So basically I can only speak for myself here, and obviously if anyone else is reading this and has some throughts to add, feel free to.

I myself am nonbinary; genderfluid to be more precise. Also, I don't think I've ever tried to spell out what I'm about to attempt to, so bare with me.

I think this is mainly a thing among queer and genderqueer people, where we have this, almost an ability, to sense that there's something non-cishet happening? It's those fine little details that give you a sense of where someone's gender expression is at, at a certain moment.

It might seem crazy to someone who reads about this for the first time.. And obviously, I'm by no means making any assumption about the actors themselves, I'm saying this purely looking at the moments we see acted onscreen in character. And perhaps a lot of the times there's a level of projecting from our side when we say things like that - but it goes a bit hand in hand, because we simply recognize those traits and behaviours we're familiar with in ourselves and our friends. And the fact that it's the same moments - both for Lestat and Armand - where there's a lot of people noticing it and making those she/her, babygirl, Mother etc. comments individually, separatelly, on their own en masse sensing the same thing... that suggests to me that there's probably something true about all this :P

But yeah, generally speaking, it's difficult to describe what in particular it is that has us going "what I'm looking at is very she-coded (or he-/ they- coded)"... Whether it's something delicate about the movement of a wrist, or a melody in their voice, or the tilt of their head as they smile that you never see in a cis man... Maybe I'm actually touching on something here - maybe it's those small movements you know you almost never see in some people, but very often in others - and we're just more attuned to noticing them and registering them as transcending the usual cis behaviour

I went to put this in tags but maybe it's a good summary: generally speaking it boils down to "this character makes some choices and those choices are not ones you often see made by *insert their generally assumed identity*"

[emostudent]

on the gentleness of men and the strength of youth.

we are looking, for probably the first time in history, at a genocide being shared, in real time, whilst it's still happening, on social media.

we are seeing instagram stories, reels, tiktoks being shared by people living in this hell, we are seeing truth, unfiltered. no one can deny the bodies under the rubble, the destroyed buildings, the wounds, the terrified and tired eyes of doctors and nurses, the scream of kids, the tears of mothers, the gentleness of men.

we have been taught, for decades, by media outlets, tv shows, movies, than men, muslim men, specifically palestinian muslim men, are terrorists, violent and vicious, barely human.

and yet, all i see in those videos, is humanity.

i see fathers cry for their children, tears floating freely and unabashed, because why would you feel shame in crying for your own dead child? i see husbands doubling over the bodies of their wives, sons crying out for their mothers, brothers for their sisters.

i see men covering women before extracting them from the rubble, i can hear the screams of joy when they find someone alive (a kid! a kid survived! oh, imagine the joy, the hope, that even amidst death and destruction sometimes a baby, one lucky baby, something so delicate, can survive, and now that baby is one of the few left, and they have to do everything in their power to save them, even if it means running, with sandals, on top of debris, broken glass, metal wires, so that you can get that kid to a hospital), i can see how they dig out friends, family, neighbours out of collapsed buildings with their bare hands, i can see that the are starving themselves so that kids and elderly people and women can eat, i see them adopting orphaned kids, distracting them from the horrors that surround them, making them laugh, inventing games for them so that they can preserve some shred of innocence, of childhood.

i see men being so incredibly gentle with everyone, holding their children, whether dead or alive, cuddling them to their chest, brushing their debris filled hair, wiping away their tears.

i see men that keep fighting for others even if they are the last surviving member of their family, i see them when they keep reporting these horrors, i see them when they keep operating people (on floors, with no anesthetic or antibiotic, or clean water).

i see young men, teenagers, looking up to their fathers and older brothers, i see them helping them, copying what they do, because if my dad is helping people so must i, don't i?

i see and hear the voices of young people telling us, in english so that the world can understand, to do something, i hear the voices of motaz, plestia, bisan, calling us out for our indifference, asking us for help, condemning those who keep bombing them, condemning those who still dare to say all of this is their fault, when their only fault is to be born.

i see them, i see how they keep fighting, even if they must be so tired, so hopeless, so angry, so hungry because they have to show the world what is really happening, otherwise the world will brush them out, forget about them, the same way it did for 75 years.

and we cannot afford to forget.

but we already did.

to us, on the outside, they are already dead, they are already a side note in a history book, we are already talking about how we are going to remember all these heroes, whilst forgetting that they didn't have a choice.

they are heroes because we keep forgetting. we said never again, but here we are.

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 22

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"Welcome, your Royal Highness. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Jones. Has anyone arrived yet?"

"Just us" someone says to my right.

"Merry Christmas, grandmama."

"Merry Christmas, darling" she says, kissing my cheek. "You look beautiful. What is your secret?"

"Oh, you know. Eating and sleeping well, drinking water, working out..." I chuckle. 

"Alone?" she smirks.

"Grandmama!" 

"I know you, Eleanor. You are definitely seeing someone, that smile betrays you."

"How is that I am the first one to arrive?" I ask as we walk towards the library, trying to change the topic of conversation. 

"Your aunt and your uncle are always late, you already know them. The girls said something about some late shopping, and your uncle was supposed to be here already, but Pierre's connection flight got delayed."

"Poor Pierre. He probably lost his flight on purpose because he doesn't want to meet us all."

"But he already met us last year when he cooked for us!"

"Exactly" I smirk.

"Oh, Eleanor" my grandmother laughs. "I love seeing you this happy."

"Thank you" I smile. "What about Sophie and my parents?"

"They... They are arriving late because they are waiting for some guests."

"Guests? Who?"

"Please don't get mad, Eleanor."

"Why would I... No. Please tell me it isn't Charles and his parents."

"Eleanor..."

"I thought we were done! That we had agreed that pushing it will only make it worse! Why is my mother so stubborn?"

"Camille and Jean are your parents best friends, they just want to spend the holidays together."

"Yeah, sure" I snort. "What they want is for Charles and I to get back together, and that isn't happening."

"Ellie, darling. Give them the benefit of the doubt."

"No!" I say, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to London. I'm done with this."

"Oh, don't be like that!"

"Like what, grandmama? I'm tired of my mother deciding my life for me!"

"She does it because she loves you, because she wants the best for you."

"If she did, she would be more like you. You never opposed to her and dad dating, and as long as dad was happy, you were happy too. You didn't care about mum not having a job or what she had studied."

"At first I did have my doubts."

"But you never tried to set up dad with the daughter of any of your friends, telling him that anyone that wasn't them, wasn't enough for him!”

"This boy you are seeing... He isn't from our world, is he?" 

"What?" I say with a nervous laugh.

"Your mother has been pushing you towards Charles for years and you've never behaved like this. You've never been this angry."

"Maybe I just reached my limit" I shrug.

"Or maybe you are just afraid because you know she won't approve of him. That's it, isn't it?"

"I don't know if any of you will approve of him" I whisper.

"Was he in jail or something?" my grandmother laughs.

"What? No!"

"Then what is it? Is he divorced and with kids?"

"No, it's nothing like that. It's... It's about his job."

"Oh, I see. It isn't enough for a future queen."

"It isn't enough for anyone decent like mum would say."

"Eleanor... Are you dating one of those actors? You know, the ones who do... Adult movies."

"Grandmama!"

"What? You said it wasn't enough for anyone decent" she shrugs, air quoting that last word.

"He... Urgh."

"It's ok, Eleanor. You can tell me" she says, caressing my cheek.

"He... He is a football player. There, I said it."

"Oh, so you also fell for one" she laughs.

"What?"

"I know about Roberta and that boy. Her grandmother called me the other day saying that she was taking him home for the new year."

"She... What?"

"Julia is my best friend just like Roberta is yours, we share these things. But tell me more about him. Is he English? Famous? Hot?"

"Grandmama!" I laugh, a shrug as her only reply. "He is all of those things, yes. His grandparents are half Irish, but he was born and raised here."

"You and boys with Irish blood..." she chuckles. "So you met him this summer in Canada?"

"I did, yes."

"And do you love him?"

"I do" I whisper, looking down at my bracelet and touching it. It already has become something I do all the time when I think of Declan.

"Did he give you this?" she asks, also touching it. 

"When he asked me to be his girlfriend."

"Oh, you are official already!"

"Just for a few days, but we are, yes."

"I'm so happy for you, darling."

"Really?" I say, meeting her eyes. "You don't mind that he is... Not enough for someone like me?"

"Poppycock" she chuckles. "I can't remember the last time I saw you this happy, Eleanor. If he makes you look like this, glow like this... He is more than enough for you."

"I wish mum would think the same" I sigh.

"Let me talk to her. I know I can convince her to respect you and your choices. It'll be my Christmas present."

"Ok" I smile. "Thank you very much, grandmama."

"You don't have to thank me" she says, taking my hands on hers. "I love you, Eleanor."

"I love you too."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"Merry Christmas, Declan Rice."

"Merry Christmas, your Royal Highness. How did last night go?"

"Better than I expected. I think the talk my grandmother had with my mum actually worked."

"Really?"

"Yep. She didn't try anything with Charles. Though my cousins kidnapped him the whole night, we barely exchanged a few words."

"Good. Let's hope it lasts."

"The kidnapping or my mother behaving?" I chuckle.

"Both? I don't like seeing him around you."

"Oh, Dec, don't be jealous. You know I only have eyes for you. You are my boyfriend."

"Yeah, yeah. But he is just so... Handsome. I think I'm not just jealous because you dated and your mum wants you to get back together. I think I am also jealous because of how handsome he is."

"What?" I laugh.

"Yeah... Don't you ever get jealous of other girls because they are stunning? This is the same but with men."

"I mean, he is very handsome. But he doesn't have your eyes."

"But he has dimples. And really nice hair."

"So do you. Or do you think I'm constantly touching it because I'm bored?"

"Maybe" he shrugs. "But what about his nose? You say you love mine, but his also is kind of there."

"He has a nice profile, but yours is bigger. All of you is bigger than him."

"All of me?" he smirks.

"Yes, Declan. All of you. Happy now?"

"I guess."

"Men" I say, rolling my eyes. "Have you heard from Mason and Roberta?"

"Nope. You?"

"Nothing yet."

"They are probably still sleeping. Mason is so lucky he is injured and doesn't have to train on Christmas day..."

"But he will be missing his Boxing Day game, and that one is always special."

"Yeah... Anyway, I should probably get out of bed and meet everyone downstairs before I have to leave. I can already hear my nephews screaming."

"I should do the same, yes. My grandmother and I always go on a little walk and gossip about everyone."

"Today you will probably gossip about me" Declan laughs. "I can't believe you told her about us, and that she's fine with it."

"She looks scary, but she actually is a softie. Though now she will want to meet you in person, get ready."

"Looking forward to it” he smiles. "And I better go, Ron is crying already."

"Go and make peace, uncle Dec."

"I will, future untie Ellie."

"Untie Ellie? Really?" I laugh.

"They are into nicknames" he shrugs. "Anyway, Merry Christmas, Eleanor. I love you."

"I love you too, Declan" I smile before hanging up. 

[yuri-is-online]

Love how we're both back on our ace shit at the same time <3. Also, I'm getting back into writing (just working on short stories before I get into fanfiction, and am very quickly realizing my flaws T-T) and I'm thinking about working on an 80s aduecyuu au. Yuu and deuce are punk because I'm punk 😗 but for a wider audience I'm thinking of making yuu grunge or hardcore? Something a bit more neutral. Don't know what Ace will be yet. He might get to be generic the 80s asshole jock 😍. Somebody gotta do it ace <3. But Grimm will be a weird ass cat who seems to have way too much of an attitude and seems a little too human?

But yeah. The au is just 3 idoit doing stupid shit, sharing a braincell, trying to figure out where the line between friendship and queer throuple is while trying to ignore the impending scene of dread because a lot of weird shit™ keeps happening in the background.

Also cater will show up at sometime. Don't know when. Don't know where. But by God I will make it happen, and he will be the skaterboy we all know he is.

Idk if lolitas existed in the 80s but if they did I'll make riddle ouji lolita for you ❤ or atleast ouji lolita adjacent

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! GO YOU! MAKE SURE TO TAG ME WHEN YOU DO!! I promise to be only a little unhinged in your comments.

That's the thing about writing. The more you do it the more you realize what you're bad at but that's not always a bad thing. You can't improve on what you don't know needs improving.

Don't pressure yourself to make Yuu grunge or hard-core for wider appeal. I think all twst writers put a little bit of themselves into their povs, so if you know punk the story will probably be a lot easier to write since that's you! (If you wanted them to be different than Deuce and Ace I'd vote trad goth. That style goes so fucking hard and so does their music bauhaus my beloved. Also i guess kind of fits with Ramshackle?) Is this meant to be a sort of classic horror vibes? Because I dig it. I think Stranger Things did us all a disservice by sucking ass and making people think 80s horror should die because it became too mainstream :/

I'm going to put my unhinged rambling about lolita under the cut but oh my God you don't have to do that I'm so grateful you thought to though I've got such a big smile on my face rn cccc;

OK so to make a very long thing short, yes lolita did exist in the 1980s but it didn't really look like anything it does today. It was pretty much all handmade, and though the first brands were around we have no idea what their peices looked like since the fashion wasn't really widely worn or photographed until the 1990s. It didn't even have its name until the 90s. Lolita as it exists today is very much a 90s/early 2000s fashion which is honestly wild to me. As for ouji, it pretty much grew alongside Lolita so that would also be a no go.

Given Riddle's backstory I can't really see him as an 80s lolita. He doesn't seem like the sewing type to me... but there is this one brand that helped influence Lolita fashion called PINK HOUSE that was stupid popular in Japan in the 80s. I'll link you to this blogspot article which is both about the brand and the misconception in English speaking spaces about the term "natural kei" but I think it suits Riddle if you wanted to give him a lolita like vibe. The tl;dr of the article is that it PINK HOUSE and it's original designer Kaneko was a staple in 80s fashion in Japan, and is referred to as just PINK HOUSE or Kaneko fashion. As it lacks the community or aesthetic of kei fashions or lolita it is not considered a part of those groups... which does sort of fit Riddle in a way as his mother isolates him from both 💀

[sasheneskywalker]

am i the only person who has never struggled with their queer identity?

i was thinking about it recently and i don't remember ever being ashamed, scared, angry or sad about being bisexual, nonbinary, grayaromantic, grayasexual and polyamorous. (yes, i use that many labels. it makes sense in my head.) i had unrestricted access to the interent from a pretty young age (11) and i discovered what a sexual orientation was after entering more english/american spaces and reading fanfiction when i was around 13 years old. i've just read the definitions and went, "yeah, i'm bisexual. why would anyone limit themselves to loving only one gender?" and that was it. my only frame of reference about queer people was fanfics and cool people i've seen online. my parents never talked about lgbtq+ issues (neither in a positive nor in negative light) and i didn't know anyone who was queer in real life, so you could say i was a blank slate when it came to any preconceived notions or biases (of course we live in cisheteronormative society which probably influenced my views on a subconscious level but i'm just taking about being consciously aware about something here.)

it was similar with realizing i was nonbinary, grayaromantic, grayasexual and polyamorous. i've read the definitions, comments made by people identifying that way, some research papers and books and came to the conclusion that these labels fit me. no angst anywhere.

i came out to my family pretty much immediately when my brother asked me if i was interested in any boys in middle school and i replied with full indignation that if he had to ask about it, he should also ask about any girls i might be interested in. my mother was there too. i don't think any of them took me seriously considering my age (i was 14) and the fact that i had to have many more conversations with my mother about being bisexual (and later nonbinary, grayaromantic, grayasexual and polyamorous) before she believed me in some way and even now she still thinks it's just a "phase" and that i'm "confused" or "just looking for attention" and that my girlfriends are only my good friends (but she still supports my relationship and tries very hard not to be outright homophobic/transphobic). my brother realized like 6 years later and asked me if i really was queer and seemed surprised when i told him i was. i still don't know what my father thinks. i told him i had a boyfriend when i was 15 and i told him i had two girlfriends when i was 20 and his reaction was exactly the same: nodding his head and saying "okay". he sometimes uses slurs but also supported me during a project i was doing on being nonbinary and bought me a book written by a trans scholar on christmas.

and i've never done any official coming outs either. in most friend groups, it comes out naturally that i'm queer when we're getting to know each other and it has never been a problem. i've never been met with a negative reaction. (it's worth noting that most of my irl friends are from middle class families, live in big cities and went to very good schools).

and it's not that i'm not aware about queerphobia existing in our society. i read books written by queer people and i read histories of lgbtq+ communities (and it's often pretty bleak). our country is one of the most homophobic countries in europe. the previous government of our country said that "lgbt ideology" and "gender ideology" are a threat to our nation and should be eliminated. i had close queer friends whom i supported when their families and friends didn't accept them. but it all feels one step removed from me.

i can walk alone at 3am around my city (the capital of poland) as a female presenting person with a rainbow handbag and flag pins in a party outfit and nobody ever bothers me. i went to a pride parade this year and there weren't any counter protests, the police were chill and nothing horrible happened. and despite talking with people who used some passive aggressive remarks and weren't completely accepting, i've basically never experienced violent or threatening queerphobia in my life.

i guess it's just interesting to me how much my experiences differ from common queer narratives i observe in media and in real life around me and how my upbringing shaped who i am today.

[sunny-rose]

Watched the first episode of the PJO TV show and I have Thoughts.

Warning: this is long, entirely too nitpicky, and written like an English essay (sorry). It also isn't wholly positive so there's that...

I've come to accept that we'll probably never get a perfect adaptation of PJO but that doesn't mean I'm not slightly disappointed by the amount of small details that were omitted or outright changed for the television show.

It's very minor, little touches that at first appear insignificant or trivial but ultimately lead to a watered-down story and an experience that lacks the depth the books have.

The first thing that comes to mind is when Percy pushes Nancy Bobofit into the fountain. Not only could we have avoided the Disney Effect Budget rearing its ugly head, having the ambiguity from the book would have added a great layer of mystery to who Percy is and what his powers are.

In the books, Percy doesn't see Nancy go into the fountain at all. He states, "I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain" (9). I'm no film director, but a good way to interpret this scene might have been to have a quick cut - like implying that Percy blinked and she was in the fountain - instead of showing her being Force pushed into the fountain. It keeps Percy's powers ambiguous and continues to build up intrigue. It's about the suspense of that moment, rather than showcasing Percy as a demigod early.

Another detail I wish they'd left alone was the timing of Percy learning that he's a half-blood. I understand that they wanted the explanation to occur early in order to keep viewers watching and have them understand the premise but I think it was a mistake to have Sally bring it up on their trip to to the cabin because it ruins the tension. It's implied in the books that Sally knows something happened to Percy at Yancy, but she doesn't want to push him on it. And Percy doesn't want to mention it because he doesn't want to cut their vacation short: "But I couldn't make myself tell her. I had a strange feeling the news would end our trip to Montauk, and I didn't want that" (40). This is EXCELLENT characterization. We can tell that Sally is stressed, that this cabin is her escape. Percy mentions, "As we got closer to Montauk, she seemed to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face" (37). Percy, sweet, kind, Percy doesn't want to ruin his mother. He knows this trip means a lot to her, that it's a brief moment away from Gabe and the complications of her life and he doesn't want to take that away from her. It's STRONG characterization and allows us as viewers to see Percy as something more than a trouble kid; he really loves his mom. Having Percy learn about being a half-blood at the cabin helps expedite the plot but it takes away from a genuinely sweet and good moment for him, takes something away from his character.

I'm not even going to talk about omitting the Fates I'm going to admit full stop that seems weird to me. It's such a small detail, could've been like a ten second scene that adds to the weirdness and mystery but they just didn't?? Go for it?? That's fine. (Honestly they probably should've cut out Grover telling the principal that Percy pushed Nancy into the fountain and replaced it with the Fates but hey. I'm just a uni student).

My final gripe about subtext erasure from the television show is, of course, Gabe. I can absolutely 100% get behind the idea of why they turned down the implications about Gabe. This TVLINE article by Keisha Hatchett contains interviews with the crew of the PJO TV show and in one of them, Rebecca Riordan explains that, "When you see it visually, it is triggering and difficult to watch. That is why we came at Gabe in a different way, because this isn’t supposed to be a horror show." I can absolutely agree that toning Gabe down was the right choice, especially considering the age range for the television show. I just wish it had kept a bit more of the subtext. Having Gabe shake Percy down to cash might've been a little much but there were smaller details in his conversation with Sally that could've been kept that would've flown over kids' heads but had allowed more mature audiences to realize that Gabe wasn't just your average douche.

In the books when Sally asks to go to Montauk, Gabe asks, "So this money for your trip... it comes out of your clothes budget, right?" (35). As a child, the implication of this completely and totally flew over my head. Even as a high school student this line didn't seem weird to me at all. It was only now, in my last year of university, as I was rereading the series, that I thought to myself, "That's so controlling wtf." To imply that Sally, a woman with a job, is being financially controlled by douchebag Gabe is pretty chilling and although it is undoubtedly still abuse, it's also something that I think wouldn't go too far. As it stands, Gabe feels a little bit toothless and if they stick to his canon fate, it'll feel a little bit unwarranted. In that same TVLine article, John Steinberg mentions that, "When you’re reading a story, you can read past the parts that could be upsetting if you’ve stopped to give them more thought. You don’t really get to do that with the show. It’s all in your face and it’s all presented in a much louder way.” I think that even keeping just this one line isn't too "in your face" but still gets across how much of an absolute jackass Gabe is.

I also think that although it was a strong choice to have Sally stand up to Gabe immediately, I do have a bit of an issue with her characterization. One of the first paragraphs you get when you meet Sally is Percy specifically stating, "I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even more or Gabe" (33). The books make it a point to show that despite Sally being on the quieter side, it doesn't mean she isn't an absolute badass. She's calm, rational, and cool during the Minotaur scene and then of course kicks ass during The Battle of Manhattan. The books have proven over and over again that Sally's kind, sweet nature is a strength and not a weakness. I can absolutely get behind seeing this side of her earlier in the TV show, I'm just concerned that they're forsaking her softer nature for something more "cool mom." Part of what I like so much about Sally is her kindness, the way she seems to be the embodiment of a warm hug on a hard day. It's not the vibe I got from her TV show counterpart.

Okay that's it, that's all my grievances. I've only seen the first episode and despite this mega page of my negativity I still think that the show is pretty good! It's infinitely better than what we got before and I can tell that there's so much passion and love put into the show. The young actors who are portraying the starring roles are absolutely brilliant, they're killing it, and I hope they have a bright future. I think the show looks great considering it's a Disney+ show (I've seen your special effects, Mouse) and I genuinely hope that the show is enjoyed by old fans and new ones. My brother said, "Hey, the first half was pretty cool" before the pacing kinda nosed dive off a cliff - high praise indeed.

I'm probably still going to watch the show, just to sate my own curiosity (though I'm probably NOT going to write another English essay on why I wish we'd kept some subtext) and I hope that everyone who's sticking with the show enjoys it. I don't think it's bad by any means, I'm just a pretentious literature nerd and this is how I digest media.

So yeah, here's to another decade of Percy Jackson!

[eyes-of-rock]

Passion Play

Jack Blades X OC

Chapter One

Summary: Ren is the bassist of rock Swedish band Savage Seduction. While on tour with Night Ranger, she catches the eye of Jack Blades and her life changes.

Reblog’s, likes and comments are really appreciated!

Summer 85’

Sometimes life feels like a blur. Like it's moving at a pace, I can't keep up with. Like it's rushing by me. Like I can't even process what just happened and something new happens. It's been especially like that recently. I went from a nobody to rocking some of the biggest stages in Europe as the bassist and co-founder of my band Savage Seduction.

The other founding member is our guitarist and vocalist Gunnar. Gunnar and I have been friends since we met as kids. We grew up next door to one another and both ended up having dreams of being rock stars. Everyone always called us crazy but that fueled us.

Now here we are on our second tour of the States with another gold album and a hit song and video that's on constant rotation. It feels pretty fucking great to be back.

This time we’re touring with Night Ranger. I've never met any of the guys before but I do really love their music. I own all their albums and the last time we played the States I actually went to see them live and it was a great show. So I'm looking forward to playing with them.

That's the most important thing really knowing the band you’re playing with is good and can hold up your standards. It makes it run a lot smoother and from what I've seen Night Ranger can do that. Even if we are the opening at. We aren't as big here as in Europe, but we are making ground. Especially since it was out the second time out.

Currently, we’re backstage before the show starts getting ready. I've got my bass in my lap and I'm warming up on it. Kelly our lead guitarist is sitting across from me doing the same thing on his guitar. Jan our keyboardist and Gunnar are chatting away as they finish up their hair. Mick our drummer is hitting his sticks on the edge of the table while also drinking a beer.

You think it would be weird to be the only girl in an all-male band but it's really not. They just see me as one of the guys. It probably helps I’m not traditionally feminine either. Sure I have my femininity, but most of my interests aren't “girly”. I'm into fast cars and motorcycles. I fix an engine better than any of them. I'm a champion Archer and I did a lot of motocross. It's actually how I met Kelly and got him in the band. So you could say I fit in well with these guys.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

“Come in” Kelly calls over in Swedish forgetting we’re in America not our homeland and most people unless on crew probably don't understand it.

“Come in,” I call after him in English playfully hitting my stupid ass guitarist.

“Oh yeah we’re in America.” he laughs.

Then the door opens and on pours the five members of Night Ranger. Who I recognize from being a fan.

“We just came to meet you wish you good.” Jack Blades my bassist counterpart and the frontman, tell us. I must say he's very cute in person and quite tiny. He's kind of like a little mouse but in a cute way.

“Thank you, I’m Ren.” I say first before anyone else in the band speaks up. We all speak English but I happen to be the best. My father is Swedish and I was born and raised in Sweden and very much view myself as Swedish, my mother was an American. So I grew up speaking both English and Swedish. She died a few ago. Unfortunately without ever coming back to her homeland, a choice she made for a reason I'll never know or understand, but I'm here now.

“I'm Jack,” he replies, then points to my bass. It's a signature I make with Hamer. Much like himself. It's a different body shape than him and mine is a deep dark purple shade. “Nice bass.”

“Thanks, it's my signature,” I informed him to play a little riff from one of our songs to show off I guess. She's a beauty and I know it.

“I figured.” he laughs, “it's nice meeting you.”

“It's nice meeting you too,” I tell him with a smile. “We’ll be seeing more of each other I'm sure.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he says with a charming smile.

Just as our tour manager comes back to tell us we've got 5 minutes till show time and Night Ranger all clear out to let us do our final preparations.

I hand my bass off to my tech and go and check myself one final time. All is looking good. I'm ready to rock these mother fuckers!

[deluweil]

Thanks for answering!

My shift was definitely a hard one, I’m an ER doctor and it was a looooong one.

I hope that you’re right and something good is coming to us.

I’m new to the fandom, 2-3 months in. I’ve read multiple times that Oliver would be totally on board with buddie happening. What about Ryan? I could not find anything…

What do you think about the Lucy comeback? Oliver said Buck’s not gonna be happy about seeing her again, maybe cause Eddie or Chim get hurt and have to be evacuated??

And what About the coach metaphor? I would really like to be related to buddy in the season finale… so crossed fingers!!

Now we have the poker scene coming soon… I hope it helps with our case 🙏🏻

Sorry for the long ask and for my English, not a native!!!

B

Sorry your shift was hard darling, hope you're well rested now.

Ryan said he's on board too, in fact, he's the one who named this ship all those years ago in S2.

Fun fact: Out of the two of them, Ryan is the one who portrayed a gay character before. So both of them would be on board.

I don't know why Buck would be unhappy to see Lucy, I'm guessing that maybe one of the 118 would indeed be injured, Joaquin sedillo did post this pic on his ig story, a couple of days back.

So I'm guessing it's not Lucy showing up, so much as the reason she shows up with the air support. She was wearing a flight suit, so I'm guessing maybe smoke jumper, or med-evac.

Since this is the ambulance, and we've seen several bts vids and shots of it showing that it's the 118 ambulance, I'm guessing Chimney or Hen. Probably Chim, though. He's due, and there will be an episode called death and taxes, that I believe will be the foreshadowing for this episode.

As for that damned couch, lol, I want the one his mother got him to spontaneously catch fire and for him to finally get his act together and just pick Eddie, I mean, pick a couch with Eddie. 😉❤️

I'm really hoping the Poker game night will be a date night or a boys' night out turned date. I mean, we can dream, right? 👀🤗💜

The boys do look handsome in that picture, though, aren't they? 😍🔥

[neverekyuu]

[SPOILERS BG3] BG3 ENDING

As the days have gone by regarding the release of the game, I have started to see quite a few reviews, requests, questions and complaints appearing with the ending of BG3

Here I'll give my opinion.

(With google translator help, cause English is not my mother language and I'm too lazy to rewrite it all in English) (Al final está la versión en castellano original, por si alguien es hispanohablante y lo prefiere)

SPOILER AHEAD. DON'T READ UNLESS YOU'VE FINISHED THE GAME OR DON'T MIND GETTING THE WHOLE PLOT EXPOSED

First of all, I have to say that at first I also felt the emptiness in my chest, the existential crisis that accompanies and underpins when you finish something that has been bringing satisfaction or simply occupying part of your time. I felt slightly disappointed because, like everyone (especially I'm talking about western people, because I'm European and although globalization has been an equalizing factor at the international level, I think it's important to point it out to understand where my ideas come from), due to the cultural baggage that we accumulate and is fed back through the products that we consume every day; in the end it all drinks from the same udders.

To put you into the situation a bit, I romanced the Emperor and followed his plan quite to the letter because it seemed to me the most logical position with the (probably partial) information I had. The reality is that I expected him to betray me with 99.9% certainty. Why? Well, it was pretty clear to me that he was a creature above human bullshit, feelings and hormones messing with your brain chemistry. My character also knew it and was prepared to act if that scenario came to life. Prepared to stab him in the fucking eye. After all, the betrayal would happen whether I got octopus sex or not. As we say in spanish: que me quiten lo bailado.

The thing is… This betrayal didn't happen. That surprises me and leaves a loose end that I have decided to fill with my shit in the absence of an official canon response. It's not like I'm not used to it as a fanfic writer. Moreover, even if there had been an official answer, I would have done my own alternative because that's how my brain works.

I now proceed to make my point.

Why there aren't always happy endings or why they don't always have to be.

This is the part where I'm going to say that expecting a happy ending for everything and everyone is just unrealistic and kind of stupid.

Endings simply are. Happy or sad depends on the perspective you look at them. What's more, it's even questionable to talk about "endings". Things always continue. It's how shit goes. It continues flowing even if you're not there to see it. Final or begining… It also depends on who is watching it. It's relative.

To simplify things, we will understand the end as the physical and real end of the game, that is, the point at which the game stops being played. So… It may be the end of the game, but none of the plots are finished per se. Or maybe yes, depending if you understand death as end of some characters plots.

Be that as it may, the end of life is like this: a sad ending. Life is the one you go with company; you go to death alone even if you were hand in hand or surrounded by a handful of people you love and love you back. The rest is nonsense to temper our fears and make us feel better. Expecting anything else is absurd. Once again the fault lies with our cultural baggage with a deep and putrid religious base that makes us believe that there is a better second life after the shitty first ones. Because thinking about life as an only one trip seems to embitter us, sacks of cells whose function at the end of the day is… Survival. Continue. Go on. I guess it goes against our very nature.

From that perspective, you can guess why endings never feel good. They imply shit ending.

On the other hand, I understand the discomfort of some people with the ending being more open than what audiovisual products have accustomed us to. And yet, I don't see a problem. I finished the game this morning and I want more. And I'm going to have it, because I plan to write what I think happened, so I can empty this feeling from my chest and head and get these thousand ideas out of them.

So here I am going to play devil's advocate and defend Larian's handling of the BG3 ending: the ending ties up the loose ends of the conflicts. Those that are not resolved by our hand end somehow:

Astarion if you didn't let him become Vampire Lord he can't resist the sun. It is the expected and logical ending. Imagine what happens next. Your ass goes with him? Maybe you didn't? That's your thing to decide.

Does Karlach go to hell or decide to die in style after saving the city? That depends on what you have decided. What did you expect to happen? That the power of friendship will save her? If you have another idea, go ahead and plant it yourself or imagine it.

The Emperor doesn't respond even though you basically screwed up your brain and stopped being you (because you kind of stop being you as long as according to the canon you stop having a soul becoming the Mind Flayer, but this is like the dilemma of The Ship of Theseus) for carrying out his plan to the heart of it. You did and undid as he said. He just tells you that you are the best version of yourself possible. And I agree: I did not come to become a walking octopus "a feira" because I wanted to suck the Emperor's tentacles from anatomical equality; I simply wanted the power that lay beyond the stunted mind of a primitive and inferior being such as a human. The game leaves open what kind of mind flayer you will be. And the Emperor does the same: he leaves without saying anything. Because now you are like him and you understand everything with perspective. You were a means to an end. Feelings and thoughts are a whole. No more is needed. With this perspective you can better understand everything. And, in fact, it's the most logical thing to do according to his character: he doesn't have to keep treating me like the sentimental bug driven by his emotions. Now I have another perspective closer to his and I understand the reason for what was done. No one has to explain anything else to me. ________________________________________________________ Lo pongo en español también por si a alguien le interesa:

En primer lugar, he de decir que en un principio también sentí el vacío en el pecho, la crisis existencial que acompaña y apuntala cuando terminas algo que ha estado comportando satisfacción o simplemente ocupando parte de tu vida. Me sentí ligeramente decepcionado en parte porque, como todos (sobre todo hablo de la gente de occidente, porque soy europeo y aunque la globalización ha supuesto un factor igualador a nivel internacional, creo que es importante señalarlo para entender de dónde beben mis ideas y cómo es más o menos la educación que he recibido), por el bagaje cultural que acumulamos y se retroalimenta a través de los productos que consumimos todos los días; al final todo bebe de las mismas ubres.

Para poner un poco en situación, yo romanceé al Emperador y seguí su plan bastante al pie de la letra porque me parecía la posición más lógica con la información (probablemente parcial) que tenía. La realidad es que esperaba que me traicionara con un 99.9% de seguridad. ¿Por qué? Bueno, tenía bastante claro que él era una criatura que estaba por encima de las gilipolleces mortales de los sentimientos y las hormonas alterándonos la química cerebral. Y mi personaje también lo sabía y estaba preparado para tener que actuar frente a ese escenario, muy a pesar de que decidió seguir adelante. Al fin y al cabo, la traición se produciría igual echase un polvo o no. Que le quiten lo bailao' ahora si pueden.

El caso es que… Esta traición no ocurre. Y eso me sorprende y deja un cabo suelto que he decidido yo llenar por mi cuenta ante la ausencia de una respuesta oficial. No es como si no estuviera acostumbrado como escritor de fanfics que soy. Es más, aunque hubiera habido una respuesta oficial, yo habría hecho la mía alternativa porque es como funciona mi cerebro.

Procedo ahora a exponer mi punto.

Por qué no siempre hay finales felices o por qué no siempre tienen que haberlo.

Esta es la parte en la que voy a pasar a defender por qué me parece que esperar un final feliz para todo y todos es simplemente irreal y un poco estúpido.

Los finales son. Simplemente. Felices o tristes depende de la perspectiva con la que los mires. Es más, es hasta cuestionable hablar de "final", cuando las cosas siguen… Continuando. Fluyendo. Es final o principio también dependiendo del observador. Es relativo.

Para este caso, entenderemos como final el término físico y real del juego, es decir, el punto en el que deja de reproducirse la partida. Puede ser el final del juego, pero ninguna de las tramas está terminada per se. O quizás sí, dependiendo si entiendes que algunos murieron y por tanto es el final de sus tramas.

Sea como sea, el final de la vida es así: triste. Es a la vida a la que se va acompañado; a la muerte se acude solo incluso aunque estuvieras dado de la mano o rodeado de un puñado de gente que te quiere. Lo demás es monserga para templar los miedos y hacernos sentir mejor. Esperar otra cosa es absurdo y la culpa una vez más la tiene nuestro bagaje cultural con una profunda y pútrida base religiosa que nos hace creer que hay otra segunda vida mejor después de una primera vida de mierda. Porque pensar que solo hay un viaje parece amargarnos a nosotros, sacos de células cuya función al final del día es… Sobrevivir. Seguir. Continuar. Va contra nuestra propia naturaleza.

Desde esa perspectiva, los finales nunca son buenos porque entrañan que algo acaba.

Por otro lado, entiendo el malestar de alguna gente con que el final sea más abierto de lo que nos tienen acostumbrados los productos audiovisuales. Y sin embargo, no le veo problema. He terminado el juego esta mañana y quiero más. Y lo voy a tener, porque pienso escribir lo que yo creo que pasó para vaciar esta sensación de mi pecho y sacar estas mil ideas de mi cabeza sobre lo que puede pasar después.

Así es que aquí voy a hacer de abogado del diablo y defender la gestión del final de BG3 por parte de Larian: el final ata los cabos sueltos de los conflictos. Los que no se resuelven por nuestra mano terminan de alguna manera:

Astarion si no le dejaste convertirse en Lord Vampiro no resiste el sol. Es el final esperable y lógico. Imagínate tú qué ocurre después. Tu pejota se va con él¿? Decide pasar¿? Eso lo tendrás que contar tú.

Karlach se va al infierno o decide morir por todo lo alto después de salvar la ciudad¿? Eso depende de lo que tú hayas decidido. Que pretendías que sucediera¿? Que la salvara el poder de la amistad¿? Si tienes otra idea, adelante, plantéala tú o imagínala.

El Emperador no responde a pesar de que básicamente te agusanaste el cerebro y dejaste de ser tú (porque algo dejas de ser tú tanto en cuanto que según el canon dejas de tener alma al convertirte el azotamentes) por llevar a cabo su plan al dedillo. Hiciste y deshiciste como él dijo. Tan solo te dice que eres la mejor versión de ti mismo posible. Y estoy de acuerdo: no vine a convertirme en un pulpo a feira andante porque quisiera chuparle los tentáculos al Emperador desde la igualdad anatómica; simplemente quería el poder que había más allá de la mente atrofiada de un ser primitivo e inferior como lo es un ser humano. El juego deja abierto qué tipo de azotamentes serás. Y el Emperador hace lo propio: se va sin decir nada. Porque ahora eres como él y entiendes todo con perspectiva. Eras un medio para un fin. Los sentimientos y los pensamientos son un todo. No hace falta más. Y pensándolo así, todo se entiende mejor. Y, de hecho, es lo más lógico acorde a su personaje: no tiene que seguir tratándome como el bicho sentimentaloide llevado por sus emociones que era; ahora tengo otra perspectiva más cercana a la suya y comprendo el porqué de lo que se hizo. Nadie tiene que explicarme nada más. Y él, menos.

[forest-posts-and-reblogs]

When I was nine years old, my friend and I tore some A4 sheets into quarters, stapled it all together, and in it, we wrote a story called 'The Ghost Who Felt Lonely'. It was a story about a girl called Maria whose mother hated her so much that she put a bomb in Maria's room and set it to explode while she was asleep. When Maria woke up the next morning, she discovered that her father couldn't hear her or see her. As a matter of fact, no one could hear her or see her from that point forward except for:

a) a group of boys who threw rocks at her and bullied her for being a ghost

b) her baby brother who happened to be a spy in a secret agency. He was one year old at the time

c) and her mother.

Then somehow, her one-year-old brother somehow gained the ability to talk, explained to her that he suspected her mother of killing her, and together they confronted her about it. Then, the mother made a run for it, and that was pretty much the end of the first book. We never wrote the sequel, though, because my friend moved away and changed schools, and back then neither of us had phones or anything. To be honest, I haven't thought about that story in years at this point. However, looking back on it, I can recall several discrepancies, which I will be listing below:

a) her mother, a normal person despite having a secret agent for a son and a hatred for her daughter, got access to a bomb

b) said bomb did not destroy anything. In fact, the reason Maria died was due to smoke inhalation. Nothing was destroyed or set on fire, despite the fact that if there was smoke, there would at least be fire

c) a one-year-old boy was a secret agent for a spy company

d) the spy company existed for no reason whatsoever besides the fact that we needed someone to tell Maria that she was dead and her mother had killed her, and the brother fit the bill

e) the only person who couldn't see or hear Maria was her father.

After writing this first story, my friend and I immediately showed it to our English teacher, who did not, as far as I can recall, point out any of these issues or bring us down in any way. Instead, she supported us and encouraged us to write this further. And I think that had a lot of impact on the kind of writer that I am now. Had she pointed out even some of the grammatical and spelling errors that had definitely existed, I think I would have been pretty upset about it, because I was (and still am) a perfectionist when it comes to writing. I probably wouldn't have written anything for a long time after that, and I would likely never have considered it as a career choice. But she didn't, and now, even when I write something that I later end up scrapping because it's not good enough or doesn't quite make sense, I never beat myself up about it, because I don't perceive it as a failure like I do a lot of other things. It's only when someone criticises me on something that I'm doing that I feel bad about it. For example, it took me years to learn how to tie a ponytail properly. The reason? My mother, when I was ten, told me that I needed to learn how to tie my hair because she wouldn't always be there to tie it for me. I immediately panicked, and as a result my ponytail came out a mess, causing me to think that I was bad at tying my hair and avoided doing my hair on my own for years after.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you should go batshit crazy with your ideas and surround yourself with people who will support you, or at the very least will be kind enough to not point out the mistakes. That's how most writers start writing.

i’m so glad i started writing when i was young enough not to care that i was bad otherwise i absolutely would not have persevered long enough to become a good writer