#sometimes i wonder if i should reboot the account

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Sometimes I go on twitter to look at what little discussion there is about California Story, and I wonder if I should have ever translated that thing. 

Reading it for the first time, I was really impressed with it. It has its flaws, I have my gripes with many of it’s writing decisions. But there is such heart to it, and it tries to do so much.

At its core, California Story is about Heath’s journey of self-acceptance. And I think that theme is well-realized. I’d say the plotlines about Heath and Eve’s internalized homophobia is modern and fresh, especially when you look at other proto-BL titles of the time. There’s a real attempt to portray the reality of gay folks in the late 70′s, and although it can get sloppy, to my knowledge no other works tried to accomplish this.

That is to say, a lot of fans of Yoshida, or rather her properties treat her like some kind of villain without realizing that her work, like any other pieces of fiction are a product of their time. I don’t think Yoshida kills off gay characters out of malice, the concept of “bury your gays” didn’t exist within the context her works were conceived. People get mad about the ending of Banana Fish without thinking about what the story was really trying to say. They read it without the context of Kaze to Ki no Uta, without taking into account what made Banana Fish the story that it is. 

Obviously, readers shouldn’t be expected to have a complete understanding of the historical context in which their fiction is written. But I think it should be obvious that comics written by a Japanese lady over 40 years ago were birthed within a fairly different cultural climate than 2022 in any western country. I don’t think these works are immune to criticism, but I do think they are deserving of sympathy. 

On a separate tangent , I think Akimi Yoshida is particularly vilified because Banana Fish had a modern reboot. The story was 80′s to it’s core, and the anime brought in an influx of people who are neither familiar with the original manga nor willing to watch or read anything made before 2010. Even those that do look into the actual manga have likely never read anything that old. So in turn, I am eternally dissatisfied with any discussion about Yoshida’s.

That isn’t even getting into modern day media puritanism.

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Dad...I’m Bilingual

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Summary: 

Dick hums—a quiet, sleepy sound. He’s drifting, but only slightly. The painkillers are doing their job. “It’s dumb,” he says. “I can beat up bad guys an’ stop an apocalypse, but I can’t even tell my own dad I’m bilingual.”

Bruce just stares at him. Realization kicks in a moment later. “Do you mean bisexual?”

“Yeah, bionical.” He said that, didn’t he? Bruce must be getting slow in his old age.

When he wakes up, the first thing that Dick’s sluggish mind can latch onto is how tingly his tongue feels. His taste buds buzz like someone poured a can of Pepsi into his mouth while he was sleeping, bubbles tickling the path down. Or maybe pop rocks. Or tiny little bumblebees, their legs scritching and scratching the surface they tread. The tingling spreads outward, Dick notices as he careens toward the wakeful part of wakefulness. Mouth to neck to torso to fingers to the cement block that he is pretty sure used to be his right leg. Soda and pop rocks and bees, the whole way. A quiet, questioning groan slips through Dick’s heavy lips. He cracks his eyes open and squints, blinking against the unforgiving brightness of the room he’s in. “Mm. Bruce?” A nearby chair squeaks. “Dick? Are you awake?” Bruce’s voice is uncomfortably close, booming in the short space between them. Dick grimaces. “C’n you...back up? Your breath smells like meatloaf.” He opens his eyes fully and is greeted by Bruce’s lined face, bags sagging under his eyes. They’re in a hospital room, white walls and white sheets.

Bruce’s meatloaf breath huffs once in amusement, then retreats. “I’ll take that to mean you’re back up, then.” In his lap is a magazine laid open to a page that’s all squiggles and bumbled lines. It matches the rest of the room. Dick’s head swims.

The numbness has receded mostly now that Dick is back online, but his stubborn cement leg takes longer to reboot. “Feels like I died. Then came back to life. Then died again.” His mind churns slush and soup. “You did just get out of surgery,” Bruce tells him. “Leslie said you’ll be woozy for a few hours.” Dick frowns. “I can’t feel my leg.” He has to parse his words carefully, his mouth working slowly like his muscles have melted into molasses. “I should hope not. You just had your knee put back together.” That part sounds...somewhat familiar? Dick has mismatched memories of surfing a stop sign across Clayface’s back, then sirens so loud and so close they split his head in half. He remembers Leslie yelling into one ear while the other listened to Bruce and Steph arguing about a video she uploaded to the Batman Incorporated Twitter account. That was completely irresponsible, Bruce said, out of his Batman suit and in one of the backup outfits he has stored in Leslie’s office for nights like that one. You’re lucky he only broke his knee. That stunt earned the Bat brand fifty Twitter followers, Steph snarked back. I need a goddamn vacation, Leslie said. “Tim left to crash a jet ski in the harbor,” Bruce continues, though Dick doesn’t remember asking, “so your alibi is taken care of. Jason and Cass went to track down the pudding cart, and Alfred took Damian home to sleep.” The half-drawn curtains make it hard to decide if that’s a sunrise or a sunset he’s seeing. Either way, it speaks to long hours of sitting and waiting and hoping. “I think…” Dick licks his dry lips. “I think they cut my leg off?” It feels like it. Did Leslie take his leg away as punishment for being dumb? Is the hospital hiding it from him? Bruce snorts. “Then what is that?” He gestures to Dick’s leg, the entire thing encased in weighty layers of gauze and plaster. “An imposter,” Dick says. Duh. “They gave me fake metal parts like Vic.” Dick slumps against the pitifully flat pillow behind his head. “My brain feels fuzzy. Did they take stuff out of my head?” That would explain the foggy memories and the way all of his words swim away from him like he’s been plunged underwater. Underwater hospital. Now there’s an idea. “You’re on painkillers,” Bruce says plainly, licking his thumb and turning the page of his magazine. “Heavy ones, it looks like.” Dick can’t remember if painkillers are supposed to feel like bumblebees buzzing around inside his thoughts. Maybe they’re made of honey. “Y’know, last time I woke up all confused in a hospital room, a bullet stole secrets from my head.” Bruce looks pained. “I assure you that all of your secrets are intact this time around.” Dick hums. “You should...take the painkillers out.” “Why is that?” “‘Cause I don’t wanna spill stuff.” Bruce frowns. He doesn’t say anything for so long that Dick wonders if he spoke in Portuguese by mistake. Bruce places his magazine on the plastic chair beside him. “Well, I can’t take out the IV because you’ll be in pain, but I promise you that the room is safe. Tim checked for bugs.” Why a bug would be in the human hospital, Dick doesn’t know. He shakes his head. The front pieces of his hair fall into his eyes, but his arms are too tired to fix it. “That doesn’t work, ‘cause then...then you’ll know. And that’s bad.” “This isn’t about your secret identity, is it?” Another head shake. “I might acci-mentally tell you ‘bout how I spilled tapioca on the Batmobile’s seats.” Bruce’s eyes widen. “That was you?” “Yeah, but don’t tell Bruce, ‘kay? You gotta promise.” Bruce rubs his temples like he’s sleepy. “I spent ten minutes yelling at Jason for that. I made him clean the seats.” “Yeah, ‘cause you’re an asshole.” Dick huffs, blowing at his pesky bangs until Bruce rolls his eyes and pushes them back for him. “Thank you.” “I appreciate you telling me about the tapioca. We’ll talk more about that when you’re sober.” Dick makes a face. “The whole point’s that I can’t tell you about the tapioca. It’s a secret. I’ve got too many of those—a whole big fuckin’ army of secrets. And it’s too many. No fun when you can’t share ‘em.” “What about Nightwing?” Bruce asks. “‘S different. You already know that one. I can share it.” “But you can’t share the other ones,” Bruce finishes. Dick snaps his fingers. “Zactly.” Bruce studies Dick—his bundled-up leg and the clear bag hanging on the hook beside his bed, pumping drugs into his bloodstream. “I should let you rest.” He starts to get up, the action somehow guilty despite there being no inherent guilt in vacating a chair. Bruce can pour guilt into anything if he tries hard enough. “You wanna know the worst part?” Dick continues on like Bruce hadn’t spoken, words spilling freely over compromised lips. “I could tell you. I could. But I’m a scaredy cat, so I can’t.” Reluctantly, Bruce sits back down. “I don’t know about that. I think you’re very brave.” “I’m not. If I was, I’d be able to tell you, because I know you’ll still love me no matter what I am, and I’m still scared. And that’s what scaredy cats do. They run away.” When Bruce’s face wears that expression, that gentle turn of his mouth and that pang in his eyes, Dick is stricken by memories of being nine years old. He’d go out every night in the Robin suit, wearing it like a suit of armor and trusting that nothing could hurt him. Bruce would be there by his side, protecting his Robin from harm at all costs. His soul wrapped around Dick’s like a second layer of armor, and it was then that Dick started to wonder if it was possible to have two fathers. “There’s nothing wrong with being scared sometimes,” Bruce tells him now. “There is if you’re a superhero.” “Even then. Sharing a secret can be a scary thing, even when you know it’s safe. That’s why they stay secret for so long.” If Dick didn’t know any better, he’d think that Bruce already knew what Dick desperately wanted and didn’t want to say. But not even Batman can read minds. Dick hums—a quiet, sleepy sound. He’s drifting, but only slightly. The painkillers are doing their job. “It’s dumb,” he says. “I can beat up bad guys an’ stop an apocalypse, but I can’t even tell my own dad I’m bilingual.” Bruce just stares at him. Realization kicks in a moment later. “Do you mean bisexual?” “Yeah, bionical.” He said that, didn’t he? Bruce must be getting slow in his old age. Bruce leans back in his chair with an odd, bemused expression. It’s not an angry one—more like when he’s cracked a case and lets the truth soak in. What case he’s cracked, Dick doesn’t know. Puzzlement morphs into something soft. “Okay. You’re bisexual. That’s not so bad.” “Yeah. But it would change stuff if you knew.” “Not exactly,” Bruce says. “You’re still you, Dick. Nothing’s changed—not really.” “Mm.” Dick’s chest warms. That must be a delayed effect of the painkillers, surely. “Maybe I’ll tell you sometime, then. Later,” he amends. “When my head’s not full of mothballs.” “Sure, son.” Bruce reaches out to ruffle Dick’s hair. “Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll listen.”

[m0tel6mxzzy]

I’m an OG gossip girl super fan but I didn’t want to watch the reboot. I’ve seen you posting about it a lot so I decided to give it a go! So here I am to ramble in your asks, sorry!

I’m on e5 right now. Do you think they’re trying to recreate character roles? I read your post about Monet being Blair coded, obviously haven’t watched far enough in to see that yet, but I’m seeing a lot of Dan in Obie, a lot of Chuck in Max, Jenny in Z.. it just feels like it’s not lining up properly?? I wonder if I need to just look at it as an entirely different show rather than as a reboot or being connected to OG gossip girl at all. Also I’m a bit put off by the teachers being GG and the fact that we as an audience KNOW that. It felt more immersive to me, when we were just as confused as the characters in OG. IDK! I like it. But I’m stressed!

no worries anon i love asks! so i 100% feel like the rb characters are heavily based off the og characters, but in some ways similar to the books. i think it’s more so the dynamics between og characters that are being replicated. like intentionally it’s not supposed to line up 100% but so far placing luna has been the hardest, which also bothers me bc she seems to be the least developed character thus far despite being a stronger character than obie imho and i feel she could totally have more screentime if the teachers were cut.

i think they should’ve been given far less than they were given anyway. i think the teachers being gg is in response to the reveal in the og. essentially, “we’re all gossip girl” which is better than having a random twist ending that does not at all make sense and feels incredibly out of character. that kinda moral to gossip girl rb could’ve gone with the teachers being hidden under the end. these are my opinions:

[blair and serena: monet and julien/luna

blair and chuck: audrey and max

blair and nate: audrey and aki

serena and dan: julien and obie (their conflicting beliefs often drive them apart)

jenny: zoya (in the books, jenny idolizes serena instead of blair, similar to how zoya idolizes julien rather than monet)]

and i have no idea where to place luna. i feel like she’s the aspect of “old serena” from before serena improved her grades and stopped caring abt popularity and taking advantage of that status, and julien is the “reformed” serena that tries to halt any competition with blair and try to ignore her own wealth, even when sometimes that does more harm than good.

i also feel like obie is supposed to be a “rich dan” but i don’t think he’s been developed enough as a character despite getting so much screentime. in the books, dan is this pretentious dark and tragic writer stereotype who smokes and chugs black coffee, which i love bc as annoying of a “not like other guys” person he should be translated onto screen, it works for him and gives him indirect characterization.

i do not get much from obie outside of him flip flopping his values based on what sounds good tho, whereas dan was set on his beliefs but did have moments of reflection, like when he’d realized he’d misjudged blair as a person, that she had a soft side and like rufus had said—was secretly going through a lot. i think monet and zoya out of all the characters have been the best established in terms of their linked to the og characters, and their arcs kind of set the foundation for the show and bring it into the old gg universe imho.

julien did the same as obie (flip flopping, will she or won’t she back stab zoya) but it’s much clearer she wanted to be a good person, whereas obie never seemed to account for his mistakes and wanted everyone but himself to change.

and what makes me perceive monet as being “blair coded” is the fact both of them have very similar personalities and issues. they’ve bribed their teachers to change grades, can be incredibly manipulative toward longtime friends, seem to dislike their friend’s bf who rejects the status quo, their mothers are at times one might say emotionally neglectful, they each pick on and ruthlessly bully the younger student that idolizes their lifestyle, etc,.

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I'm not sure if this is exactly the right place to say this, but I don't know if there is. And you're a smart person and critical thinker who has talked about this before. If this is totally weird, you can just delete it ofc. I've never properly watched Supergirl but I started reading fanfic around the time my mental health got real bad so it was a comfort thing I didn't bring too much thought to. I really identify with Lena and in the past, part of me has understood her actions-

and I know that they're wrong. The anti-alien rhetoric is obviously an allegory for racism or homophobia. She's violated people's basic human rights. And I'm scared that I'm a bad person because sometimes, I kind of get it. Which is insane because i'm a lesbian enby of color, i mean i get targeted by most of the -ist/ism actions. And I'm also too tired to think about things critically all the time. Supercorp was my comfort fic, content thing-

I knew it was problematic (the whole James thing makes me sick to my stomach, scared and sad) but I didn't know that Lena as a character was written that way. The metaphors never really clicked in my head because I never thought about it, but now I feel absolutely horrible about myself because I like and identify with Lena. I'm not really sure how to move on from here- I'm just tired. I wish there could be just one thing, one piece of media that wasn't prejudiced (granted sg is not the place to go if you want decent rep and the like) and all of those things I said earlier. Its just me somehow trying to justify how I felt and empathized with something I shouldn't have. So yeah, sorry that was really long. I hope you have a lovely day- sorry for the spam

FIRST of all, you’re fine, babe! Both in sending me this and in enjoying The Bad Media. That’s my thesis here: You’re fine. With this in mind, let’s unpack this big ol suitcase:

We’re living in a fandom moment where more than ever before, we’re thinking about the ideas we consume in fiction and how they may or may not affect us. This is a net positive! Fiction is not reality, but it undeniably impacts it, so for this and many other reasons, we should always think critically about what resonates with us and why. Does this mean dissecting every facet of something to find all the ways it might fall in line with oppressive power structures? Absolutely not.

You, as an individual, do not owe anyone an explanation for why you enjoy anything. Period. How you relate to a given character or why you like them is nobody's business but your own.

Supergirl, as a piece of media, is singularly awful in its lackluster lipservice to progressivism while simultaneously refusing to deliver any progressive themes. Socially and politically, it is a useless liberal wet dream. Kara is an immigrant from a dead culture working as the muscle for a secret FBI offshoot with zero accountability for all of the other aliens in diaspora she has rounded up and dumped into a cell without trial. Alex is allegedly a lesbian, but the key points of her endgame relationship are constantly deemed not important enough to get screen time, which is made even more absurd when examined from the angle that this series is marketed directly toward LGBT people. An embarrassing percentage of villains on this show are women of color, which is particularly loud when there are only 2 women in the main cast who aren't white. And "main" is extremely generous, given that Kelly is just there to Give Advice Good and everything M'gann says and does is as dry as toast.

My point here is that the whole show is rotted to its roots, and whatever quietly libertarian or even fascism-enabling bullshit they push onto Lena in a given week is par for the crusty, shitty course. Kara deciding that she's ok with the alien detection device because "there are bad aliens" is a lovely (read: awful) microcosm of why this show sucks so fucking hard. "People are entitled to their opinions" is for debates on whether pineapple goes on pizza, not for whether we should casually out, endanger, and disenfranchise our [insert minority metaphor here] because some of them are mean.

But what I would love for this fandom to wrap its head around, and what I hope you understand, anon, is that just because it happens on the show, doesn't mean we have to give a rat's ass about it. What the hell is The Canon, anyway? Especially in the case for Supergirl, which can't even get its own continuity right. Especially for an IP that has been rebooted dozens of times before and will be rebooted again in the future. We can just decide that Lena realized the horrible injustices she enabled through her position of power. We can even decide that they just didn't happen at all! This is all fake. It's not set in stone. Who came up with it, anyway? A network with a list of buzzwords they want included and a couple of D-tier showrunners cranking down caffeine to meet an absurdly tight deadline. It's not special. I can guarantee that you care about it infinitely more than they do, and you haven't even watched the damn show.

On a more personal level, people who are hurt, depressed, or traumatized have always and will always look for themselves in fiction. Myself included! And despite what lofty platitudes there may be on the matter, suffering does not make us kind. It does not make us better. Sometimes it's just suffering. Often it pulls us further from who we are meant to be. Often it just makes us "worse."

Trauma has made Lena emotionally brittle. A lifetime of manipulation and abuse has taught her to compartmentalize herself and lock her feelings behind a maze of doors. When she does let love in, she accepts it so wild and vulnerable that she can't see the red flags behind the rosy lenses. She latches so hard onto people she deems virtuous that she holds them to a standard none could fulfill. Her pain has to go somewhere, so it oozes out of her, into Non Nocere, into the post-reveal rift. She's a powder keg, and Kara spent 4 years shoveling more gunpowder onto the pile while holding the match between her teeth.

And despite these fatal flaws that make perfect sense through the eyes of Lena's trauma, she is so full of love. Like Kara, her suffering did not make her kind. She is kind in spite of her suffering. These are the characters we are drawn to when we're hurting. Lena’s trauma is an inextricable part of her, but it is not all of her, and neither are her mistakes.

There truly is not and never will be a piece of media that is absolutely innocent of the harmful structures thrust upon us by society, because we ourselves also participate in that society whether we are critical of it or not, whether we strive to change it or not. I'm flawed. You're flawed. Bettering ourselves is not a journey toward an ultimate destination of perfection. It is a garden we nurture in an endless labor of love because the joy that comes from seeing it flourish and change vastly outweighs the work we put into it and the weeds popping up around its unkempt edges. This is a lesson Lena herself could probably stand to internalize. Probably with lots and lots of therapy. Lots. And lots.

So, to circle back to the start of this? You're fine. You recognized the logic in a traumatized character's mistakes because our own gravest errors more often than not stem from the ways we have been harmed in the past. It's what makes Lena (or, at the very least, the many adaptations of Lena that exist in this fandom) a good character. She is, to her core, characterized proof that a crumbling foundation and poisonous soil do not define us. Which is why watching her heal and grow and learn a healthier kind of love is so, so wonderful.

In closing, I think it's worth mentioning that being critical of media does not mean that we stop enjoying the parts of it we like. There is a lot of gold to be pulled from the steaming pile of shit that is CW Supergirl, and that's why we're all here in the first place. So I really hope you can continue to enjoy it in whatever way makes you smile <3

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Hiiii!!! 💫💕🌸🥳

Can I bother with a question... I was (re)watching that zhang qiling edit (not today) - 'cause it's so cool, btw- and I wondered if Reboot Xiaoge’s your favourite one...? And if you're up to answering, what do you think about the other adaptations? Especially (our small bean) xiao yuliang's interpretation of xiaoge?

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Hey, my precious patootie hehe ILY it always makes me very happy knowing that you rewatch my vids <3

lol dang it, I was kinda hoping to avoid this question, just because I feel like I'd find it hella hard to explain some things, but I'll try my best and hopefully it'll make some sense xD

I'll start from afar bc I wanna try to explain my reasonings, since I don't want to go without arguments into such highly debated question lolz. I talked about this a bit in my previous asks somewhere, but not broadly as to why that one guy hit all the right spots.

So throughout the books Wu Xie always does this wonderful thing, where he very tangibly describes the feeling he gets when Xiaoge is near, I mean like the aura around him. And he always somehow does it so colorful, that this mix of safety, assurance, calmness, composure and some things I can't quite put into one noun, that he brings to him, I think everyone who've read the books can recognize as this almost magical "Xiaoge feeling". It's not just the way he acts in some dangerous situations or smth like that. It's just everything. You either have it or you don't. And here goes my first argument... to me none of them, except for Huang Junjie and Yuliang have it.

I mean it's not even the obvious stuff, it's like the way they move during the action scenes, the way they even stand and hold themselves, the way they touch Wu Xie, the tone of their voices (both of which are like soothing as fuck), little things you'd think wouldn't matter, but when you watch it and all the puzzle pieces are together, you're like... fuck yeah, thats him.

Also not really that weighty of a point, but to me there's always a joy to see that the actor who plays the character not only gets what's he's playing, but also loves it, bc it's always seen on screen. Usually when some asked about the character they play and what they have in common for example they answer with obvious things like if some character is introverted they're like "well I also don't talk very much" or smth like that, you know what I mean. When I was watching interviews of Yuliang and Huang Junjie I was just smiling so much, bc they've said such things that made me go "yeah, Qiling is safe in their hands".

In Reboot case working in such close proximity with the author definitely also played a huge role here. Bc it kinda gets complicated in some aspects since the books are written from Wu Xie's point of view and you can't only base your picture on his perspective, just bc it's coming from a person who after being basically told "you're my whole world" goes "I'm just a person he randomly passes by in his long life" in his thoughts. Not only he's utterly clueless and dumb when it comes to all this, that he wouldn't notice the way Qiling looks at him and other things, its also not that kind of book, that would go "I suddenly caught poker face looking at me like I'm his whole existence" (and I honestly don't want it to be that book lmao). So you have to take into the account here stuff like what author says to get the whole picture, bc if you look at that from the point of Qiling's view for example, this shit takes a whole wild turn. So I really loved that in UN and Reboot ways of showing Qiling's feelings were well thought out and fit the timeline.

Bc it also works both ways, when it comes to other adaptations. Like Qiling is very and I mean ETREMELY hard to win over. We all know that it was a very long process of gaining his trust and even longer for him to fall for Wu Xie to the point of him being his everything. So what I want in those interpretations is for them to get at which point of their relationships what Xiaoge's behavior makes sense. I do not need any fanservice if it ruins the character, I'll just hate it. The thing that their feelings didn't come out of nowhere is what I LOVE about this ship, bc I'm not the kind of person who believes in "we love for nothing" thing and love at first sight thing (only "got hots for each other" at first sight), bc thats bull. Wu Xie became his everything after a long LONG process of getting to know each other. At the beginning tho he was the same stranger to him as everyone else. So what Reboot Qiling feels for Wu Xie is not what UN's Qiling feels for Wu Xie yet and what UN's Qiling feels for Wu Xie is not what Lost Tomb's Qiling feels for Wu Xie (which at that point was nothing). And I feel like not everyone gets the fact that you can totally wreck the character if you make him behave not the way he behaved in that particular time. Like for example, if someone would make a MDZS adaptation where at the very beginning of their relationships LZ treats WWX the way he treated him after the reincarnation just because "who cares, it's still LZ", that would be dumb af, see what I mean. So Xiaoge having a weakness for Wu Xie in part one is automatically not a Xiaoge to me, bc a huge part of his character and the thing NPSS speaks a lot about is just how IMPOSSIBLE it is for someone to catch his attention and how long it took Wu Xie to get there. So let's just say to me UN and Reboot Qilings for the first time didn't feel like some mashup or character summary/parody, they were Qilings the way they are supposed to be in that part of the story, bc it was the only times someone actually bothered to coordinate it.

Now as to why I prefer one to another. Xiaoge has this thing... the way he holds himself with other people, that is sometimes intentionally and sometimes unintentionally suppressing.

Like everyone knows that if you're a passerby, Qiling genuinely doesn't fucking care and would in fact be pretty harsh about it in terms of treating people like they do not deserve their attention. He won't be like "please, don't bother me", he simply ignored them like an empty space. He is also like that with acquaintances who in his opinion do not deserve his respect like that girl who went hysterical, bc she was upset that he was the only one who wasn't drooling on her like all other men on the crew, Chen Wenjin, Wu Xie's uncles and etc. He's not openly disrespectful unless they trigger him in some way (usually by trying to act superior or later on for not treating Wu Xie right), but if they do, he will in fact remind them their place in sometimes a very rude way, at times humiliating them in front of ppl bc he looks younger than them and talking starts.

He's always doing things on his own terms and hates being told what to do. Like he legit scared Chen Wenjin just with a look and the tone of his voice when he said "let go", when she tried to command him on the mission and grabbed him trying to lecture him about what he should or shouldn't do. That's why Wu Erbai didn't even try anything like this and let him do whatever he needed to do and equally lead the mission in Reboot. And why the scene where Wu Xie 'commands' "Xiaoge, come back" and he immediately listens holds another special place in my heart. Bc he NEVER and I mean NEVER allows such things to ANYONE.

So here I came to a point of why despite loving them both dearly, my favorite Xiaoge is Huang Junjie.

I have this dissonance with Yuliang's version when to me in many scenes it felt like he and Wu Xie are the same age. Like if he was Xiaoge, but in his 20s. In his interactions with Chen Wenjin the dynamics was turned upside down, with him being okay with her telling him what to do and just in general the way she behaved with him. Same as like I didn't always quite believe him to be on par with older generation or even Pangzi, it just felt like he was truly younger than them. Some scenes that I do find extremely cute just don't fit book Xiaoge at all, I'm talking about some moments like his face when Wu Xie gave him food, or him pouting and many things he's done, when you were going "uwu he's a baby". He just never gives me this feeling in the books ever, not just bc he's 100 years old, but sad fact here.. bc he's simply unable to behave that way. Like in the books you'll desperately want to shower him with love, but he's just... I can't quite explain, it's very sad.

I guess it's just you know these characters, who are like hundreds years old, but look like they're 18? I think you have to be very careful with how you write those, so you could deliver that. And in UN because of some changed dynamics and scenes I straight up forgot about it, until Wu Xie threw some joke like "he's an old man" in front of a restaurant.

In Reboot Xiaoge could make Wu Erbai stutter with one move, put Yuliang's version in the same scene, I just don't think it would've worked. Like I'm trying to imagine him telling UN's Wu Erbai what to do and having troubles already haha. Same as I don't think he's capable to be genuinely mad at Wu Xie, and HJJ nailed it esp in one of my fav when Wu Xie was laughing at Pangzi's joke about him catching cold. The look he gave him and how ZYL just retreated was priceless xD. And boy could Qiling get angry with him in the books!

Otherwise I didn't have any drastic fall outs there, like with Joseph's Wu Xie and Ah Ning's death, because that was just too much of a difference, but there were still moments where it was once again this the same scene completely different emotion thing. He was more tolerable to ppl in general here, more pliable. And 50% of the time he gave me the cute lost kitten type, which I just cannot connect with the feeling he gave me in the books. His personality is a cat type 100%, but like seriously "cute baby" is the last word combination I would ever apply to book Xiaoge, but with Yuliang's version it's easily applied. So small bean he is indeed. With Joseph and in UN it works incredibly perfect to me, but the way he is in UN is at times too gentle. And there are lots of scenes where Joseph himself looked at him in a way "you're too cute, let me pinch your cheeks" kind of way, or the way he like sat down next to him on the coast, he was a bit babying him at times. I can't imagine book pingxie doing that. It's just a whole different vibe, the way he takes care of him, the way he lets him take care of him... it's...uuuuuuuuu another vibe (see, I'm so good at explaining lmao).

It's also kinda funny to me, bc HJJ who's the smallest and who irl truly a kitten never once gave me that feeling on screen for some reason. The one babied and loved by every crew and old ppl, who was cutely hiding behind ZYL's back on set, who won't sue an ex who almost ruined his career bc of how stupid she is, bc he "didn't want to hurt her", who according to staff can't even step on a fly, whom CMH was petting for several minutes after he had to hit him with a prop brick bc he didn't wanna do it lmao. I was just like.. ok, this is hilarious, bc I in fact didn't expect him to be a small bean, so watching all the bts made me go LOOOOL. Probably ZYL acting like a 3 year old helped him transform and the age difference problem got lost lmao

As for other adaptations. You know I can't watch seriously "Lost Tomb", I think some ppl probably have some nostalgic feeling about it, but I'm sorry, to me it's fucking hilarious. Like I've already said it looks like some type of twilight parody thing or smth. Soft damselle Wu Xie esp killed me, bc 1st when he ever was that, 2nd in the first book he's salty af, I don't even know this dude in this interpretation, I was like who's this. YangYang I know him from other things, I really don't think it's his role. I know the script and everything is bad. I know the costume and hair are horrendously funny, but it's just I was watching him in those action scenes and was like no... just I'm sorry but I'm not feeling it. I simply just don't know what to say about the whole thing seriously, bc I don't even know where to start. 10 episodes of some salad finished with one mutilated scene from book 6 for no reason the fact that characters are weird themselves also I can't quite tell, did they really just meet or they imply smth else lmao.. I'm sorry, but I do not get it.

I've given LT2 another try after finishing all the books and I've dropped it half way through, Cheng Yi wasn't even close to how I pictured Xiaoge in any aspect. He in fact didn't do anything OOC or off the book or anything, I just was like "not my Qiling". Happens sometimes.

Explore with the note you already know how I feel about this lol let's just forget.

P.S. To be fair here also maybe we should take into account the fact that some got luckier than other with "at which point" Xiaoge they're playing. Like for example, "Wrath of the Sea" and "Qingling Tree" books which is LT2 is not exactly you can say much about Qiling there, he trolls them there in the beginning (in a brilliant way that was totally lost in the adaptation) and he is there in "Wrath of Sea", but it's not the part that can make his character shine in any way, there's not much things happening there that would make you fall for him or get to know him; Yuliang grabbed the fattest piece bc it's middle several books, when they're always together and his character shines the most in terms of clues about past, opening up to Wu Xie and Pangzi, and there are many many events where you can get the picture of what kind of man he is; Huang Junjie grabbed my fav piece of utter devotion, where he's already fully and wholeheartedly belongs to Wu Xie, that I'm just weak for. So like... there's also that I guess xD.

[thestarswhim]

You know, with Animaniacs having been getting a whole lot more attention again, and with me and my sis reading Scoob and Shag, it got us thinking about what the Warners’ ballyhoos might be. 👁️👁️

So, please take a seat, get comfortable, and read what me and my sister have come up with~

Our first idea was that their ballyhoos would be connected in some way which I'll expand more on as we go. For now, I'll explain how each of theirs work.

Starting with,

✨Yakko Warner✨

Ballyhoo: "Manifest Melody"

As we've seen, this fella likes to sing and tries to at any given opportunity. A lot of songs when it comes to these types of cartoons are either informational, or just tell it how it is (i.e, the events that are happening at the moment, what a character is feeling, like telling a story; basically a musical to put it all simply).

So, whatever Yakko sings, it'll basically happen. If he sung about an anvil falling on someone's head, well then an anvil will appear out of nowhere and fall on that person's head, if they don't manage to dodge in time, that is.

He can only go as far as manifesting physical things into reality and being able to alter the area in some ways (if he were to sing about someone about to fall into a ditch, then a random ditch can suddenly appear in the ground and the character would most likely fall in).

It’s possible he could change the way someone feels. The character would still have full control of themselves, but if Yakko were to sing about how sad and frustrated they must be feeling, then their emotions would embrace that feeling which would possibly make it harder for the character to focus on what they were doing before.

Yakko can’t, however, make it so that he could instantly win. Singing about a character losing won’t just make a character lose, it’ll take a lot more than that, sadly (he doesn’t mind, though, it wouldn’t be fun that way lol). He can’t just make a character simply die, either. 

So, it’s all based on physical things, and he’d only be able to affect a character themselves by emotions alone. If he wanted to physically hurt the character or something like that, he would have to sing out about that anvil or that ditch in the ground, etc.

His singing has to have a flow with the words and rhythm and such, because if it doesn’t, then it simply won’t work. Whatever he made happen while he was singing will reset after he stops using his ballyhoo (meaning, whatever items were there would go away, but stuff like the ditch would stay. It is only physical objects that would disappear). It’s similar to how once a song is over, everything that happened during it would kinda be dismissed and the characters would move on as if they didn’t just have the grandest dance number in the middle of the street. 

Of course, the best way to stop him would be to just find a way to keep his mouth shut which many find difficult because it’s flippin’ Yakko Warner.

All right!! His took a lot to explain, but the next two will be more shorter. ^^

Next sibling is...

✨Wakko Warner✨

Ballyhoo: "Infinite Crave”

It's literally like how Kirby works: his stomach is a huge, never ending, spatial void, a whole other dimension.

Wakko can eat anything and it'll just, y'know, stay in that stomach of a void until he brings it out whenever he wants. It's like a hammerspace except that hammerspace is his stomach LOL

He could spit things out like bullets if he wanted to, and yes, he could inhale things up like a vacuum.

The possibilities on how he'd use it are endless~

He only has a void when he's using his ballyhoo, other than that he has a regular ol' stomach.

Wow that was much shorter LOL, I'm sure there's more to be said, but for now we'll keep it as is. 👍

And now, last, but definitely not least...

✨Dot Warner✨

Ballyhoo: "Lady's Purse"

We both noticed that Dot is the one to use her hammerspace the most (at least in the reboot). She just whips out whatever at any given time. So, we thought she would be the one who perfects the technique of the whole thing; has a better grip on the concept.

Just like a lady's purse, anything can be in it, and so Dot could have anything on her, and bring it out however. Her main weapon is obviously her trademark hammer.

Just for fun she would bring out the smallest, slimmest hand purse ever and take out a car out of it or something just ironically huge and bulky.

Her "hammerspace" isn't as vast as Wakko's "whole other dimension," but whatever she can think of, she's able to bring out (while Wakko has to collect all his stuff externally and store them up).

She can only bring out items, objects, and the like. It can't be an actual person, if anything, it'd be a figurine of the person or something. 😂

Whatever she brings out can't be placed back because, though she can use whatever items as they should be used, they're only basically based on her imagination, so once she uses it, it'll just poof away afterwards, as if it didn't exist (similar to what would happen with Yakko). Just like how certain gags work in cartoons.

If she didn't want to worry about an item being poofed away, she'd use whatever Wakko's got as he can keep using the same items over and over again since he'd just bring whatever out, and after he's done, eat it.

Okay! After describing everyone individually, lets talk about how they could be connected in certain ways.

I kind of already explained it in Dot’s section how she would sometimes use whatever Wakko has got, and mostly he’d have to bring whatever item out and she’d use it.

Buuut, she’s also able to connect to Wakko’s “dimension” and use whatever items from there by taking it out of her own “Lady’s Purse.” It only works when they’re both together, so if they’re separated, she won’t be able to do that.

It’s a good trick to use on an “enemy” if said enemy already knew about how Dot’s ballyhoo worked and be surprised when whatever item she brought out doesn’t poof afterwards.

It’s the same case with Yakko. If he had to get specific about some things, and if Wakko was with him, then Yakko could bring out whatever items from Wakko just by singing, and it would pop up wherever Yakko sings it would pop up (no need for Wakko to spit it out, yaaay). The items used from Wakko would then stay after, like I said with Dot.

Basically, Wakko’s their storage unit LOL And so they’re all aware with what Wakko has stored, but only when they’re together.

Nothing is different when it’s Yakko and Dot, but they do work well together (despite all the arguments that may ensue). She joins in on the singing, helping things happen with her in the mix of it, and it also helps her think up some items to use. Of course, Wakko joins in on the singing, too, and all three of them are just nuisances and we love them.

They’re also more aware meta wise when all three are together. They might notice a speech bubble once in awhile, or look to the audience like they’re in The Office, but it’s nothing serious, they just have fun with it.

Also, I’m pretty sure being locked in the tower would do things.

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ANYWHO That’s all! I’m sorry if this looks all messy, or if I didn’t explain things well enough, we’re still figuring out some things in the process ourselves, but I think we got the general thing out all in all. 

With all that said, YA WANT SOME ART MADE BY MY WONDERFUL SISTER? These are just sketches more so on their designs, and she gave the okay to show them! :D

Warning: instances of blood are shown

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She said she might draw more stuff for it, and I'll force her to make an account LOL (/lh), so tune in next time!!

Goodnight, everybody!!

[straycatstalking]

SOME LINKS/MANUFACTURERS TO IDW/MTMTE FIGURES:

Note: This list is for self reference and I am not endorsed by any of these companies. It’s also for shits and giggles because many of the manufacturers are Third Party (aka not officially licensed) and as I mentioned in my previous post…. I love the terrible names the figures get in a bid to escape trademark infringement. My brief descriptions probably doesn’t do the manufacturers/companies justice, so if you come across this post in search of figures, please check them out!

It’s a very long post, so I’m going to be cutting this post past the first manufacturer.

A small disclaimer that I am also kind of a newbie to Transformers and my research may be limited, so do forgive any factual inaccuracies and such. This is also an IDW/MTMTE specific list and THERE MAY BE SPOILERS. Additionally, I’m exclusively using promotional images from the companies (aside from my own pictures).

FLAME TOYS

http://www.flametoy.com/index.php?route=information/information&information_id=22

https://www.facebook.com/flametoyshk/

Their products can be viewed on TFSource and BigBadToyStore too among a few other sites! They’re also officially licensed by Hasbro.

They carry a wide range of figures including a few really nice model kits that are based off the IDW designs. From what I understand, they have two (?) prominent types of toys for Transformers, the first being Kuro Kara Kuri (High-end, Preassembled figures, usually on the pricier end) and Furai Model (Model Kits which you have to assemble yourself).

They’ve released IDW figures such as (and not limited to):

Kuro Kara Kuri Tarn (I really love this one, it’s REALLY pretty)

Furai Model Megatrons (Both the Decepticon and Autobot versions)

Here’s my Autobot version Model kit that I lined! It was my first kit so I’m very happy with it :^) Feat. McDonald’s Cyberverse Starscream

Kuro Kara Kuri Megatron

Furai Model Drifts (ClassicTM Drift doesn’t seem to be sold anymore, but they’re recently released a Shattered Glass Drift!)

Furai Model Coptimus

Furai Model Ultra Magnus (I’m very confused about this one, and I’m not even sure if it’s because I haven’t finished the entirety of the IDW comics. Magnus, why do you look like that…? Nonetheless, it specifies that it’s an IDW ver. figure. It’s this guy below. WHO ARE YOU??)

Furai Model Starscream (It’s not explicitly stated to be IDW and I could be wrong, but his proportions suggest IDW rather than G1? Many of his features seems in line with his IDW self compare to his other continuity counterparts, so I’m putting him here just in case. I don’t think he is officially sold anymore as he and Drift are older figures)

They also have some very exciting IDW stuff announced (There’s a Furai Model Rodimus Kit that is supposed to be released in July 2021 and I’m writing this at the end of July haha… so I don’t know when it’ll be out. I’m very hyped for him and he’ll probably be shipped out sometime this year probably-):

Kuro Kara Kuri Cyclonus (The concept art is ✨gorgeous✨, no sculpt released yet though)

Kuro Kara Kuri Rodimus (They are spoiling IDW Rodimus fans, he is also✨ gorgeous✨)

MASTERMIND CREATIONS

https://www.mastermind-creations.com/collection.html

https://www.facebook.com/CreationsMastermind/

Their products can be viewed on TFSource and BigBadToyStore too among a few other sites, and I’d recommend it as it seems hard to see their whole collection on mobile. They’re a third party manufacturer.

✨Here’s where the fun begins!✨

They have a surprisingly huge (and niche..?) range of IDW figures and they all have wAcKy names.

Some of their IDW stuff includes:

THE WHOLE DECEPTION JUSTICE DIVISION?? (Yes, even Nickel and Dominus Freaking Ambus/The Pet. This whole concept is so wild to me and I’m still staring in awe that Kaon (Dubbed Anarchus, by the way) turns into his chair alt-mode. How cool is that?! I’ve mentioned it in my last post, but Tarn is called “Kultur” and I wheeze at his stupid name)

LOOK AT IT!!! Anyway, back to the list (including their knockoff names)

Chromedome and Rewind (Mnemo and Motif)

Three Rodimus Figures, Classic, Lost Light and Shattered Glass with a Moustache (Calidus, Calidus Asterisk Mode and Calidus Shadow Ghost. Amen.)

Wing (Aero Alpha)

Getaway (Exitus. I will never get over his name.)

Megatron (Tyrantron)

Drift (Stray)/Deadlock (Ater Beta)

Thunderclash (Collisus)

Ravage (Jaguar) (Completely unrelated but I should mention that they sell a cage specifically for Ravage)

LET HIM OUT

Impactor (Spartan)

Mentis (Rung)

Rung appears to an upcoming release and I’ve rebooted the promotional pictures from another blog awhile ago (it probably contributed to this downward spiral into looking at third party figures) but here’s one that I found! Everything about it seems wonderful. LOOK AT THE SCOOTER!! HE IS ROLLING

And these are just the people I recognise off the bat! They have many other transformers figures too and it’s a gold mine of pretty figures that are quite accurate to the source material (I really like their face sculpt for Rodimus). The names to make fun of are really just an added plus.

GCREATIONS

https://www.facebook.com/gcreationchina/

I didn’t link their “official” page mentioned on Facebook as it’s a link to Weibo (Chinese social media site) and it leads to a staff members account rather than an official company account cataloging their products. Feel free to take a look at it though! I’m not sure if they’re still active as their last post on Facebook is from years ago. Their products can be viewed on TFSource and BigBadToyStore too among a few other sites, and once again they’re a third party site.

Their range of toys are pretty small for IDW but I thought they were absolutely worth a mention because the figures are great.

The two IDW figures (along with their pseudo names) they have are:

Prowl (Rebel)

I’m inserting a picture of him because man I love this figure. He looks like an asshole. I want it.

Drift (Ronin)

I don’t have much to say other than that their fake names are well done and so are their figures. I mainly know about this company as I was looking for an IDW Prowl figure and they delivered so excellently. Let me simp in peace.

MAKE TOYS

http://www.maketoys.jp

https://www.facebook.com/Maketoys/

The link to their official page seems to be broken for me, but I put it here in case. Their products can be viewed on TFSource, third party site, you know the drill.

They have a small range of IDW/MTMTE Toys but boy are they absolute madlads in naming their figures.

Here’s the line up:

Swerve (TRASH-TALK. HIS NAME IS ACTUALLY TRASH-TALK HAHAHDJWJSHS)

He doesn’t come with it, but they’ve got a My First Blaster TM add-on for him and that’s pretty neat.

Tailgate and Cyclonus (Rear End and Hurricane. How does one top REAR END?)

It comes with a cute panicking expression too úwù I’m actually tempted now. The reviews on TFSource also decided to use their fake names to refer to them and I can’t get through reading them with a straight face.

AND SO WE’VE COME TO THE END OF THE LIST. PHEW. If you made it to the end, thanks for reading!! I had a blast making it despite it taking so long to compile and research and I hope it was enjoyable despite the chaos of it all :^)

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR READING

TILL ALL ARE ONE!

[cinnaminsvga]

A Boy Like You Preview | Yoongi

→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff → warnings: an overabundance of shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to squish his cheeks; kinda ooc but it is what it is don’t murder me!!! → words: anticipated 15k (?) → a/n: it’s like so fucking late rn and i have a midterm to study for but you know what....... you know what....... sometimes you gotta write blushy yoongi to make yourself forget that you are a poor college student whose boss just cut your work hours in half, so yea!!!!!! here’s whatever this is

There is a boy you know who likes to show his kindness quietly. It would go something like this:

The air is thick with static; your hair stands up on end: a warning. The scent of raindrops hitting hot pavement graces your nostrils as a waterfall drops from the sky. You see the sea of heads begin to disappear under a canopy of multi-colored umbrellas. You, the lone ranger, rush back into the building from whence you came, dragging puddles and annoyance with you.

You should have anticipated it, should have thought to check the weather app before scrolling through dull social media posts when you left your house that morning. Instead, your fingers are cold and umbrella-less.

You tilt your head upwards, watching as gallon upon gallon fell from the sky in an endless cycle. The watch on your wrist reads 5 PM, but the sky says it is 9 PM. The dark, swirling mass of clouds above you will continue on its thunderous parade, pausing for no one, especially not for you.

Your work bag is practically weightless, devoid of anything that might protect you from the onslaught of rain. The only thing inside is a small wallet that holds nothing more than dust and a loose promise of a paycheck. There is no way you can call a taxi like this, and the nearest bus stop is at least two blocks away. You are starting to think that your childhood dreams of becoming a mermaid hadn't been so ridiculous after all.

Then comes the hand of God. It touches your shoulder gently, hesitantly. You turn around to face a stranger, a boy with shaggy black hair and pale moonlight skin. It is not God, but he comes close.

In his other hand is your salvation wrapped in Kumamon print nylon. It is proffered to you with a silent nod, his gaze fixed somewhere behind you as he waits for you to take it. The tips of his ears begin to redden the longer it takes for you to respond. Eventually, your brain connects with your muscles as you robotically pluck the umbrella from his grasp, a stuttered "thanks" leaving your lips.

He nods stiffly once more, removing his palm from your shoulder as though he had been burned. He shuffles for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to say. You wait, patience never waning for the strange boy that you have come to know as your salvation.

He doesn't find the words, after all. You aren't too offended by his silence, but he appears to be mortified. And so, he leaves just as quickly as he had appeared, like a whirlwind dressed in an oversized blazer flapping behind him like wings. He runs through the rain without another thought, an arm raised above his head in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.

You try calling out to him, wanting to thank him once more and maybe to ask how you could return his umbrella, but he is long gone. A speck of black dashing through the gray.

You clutch the umbrella closer to you, a feeling of something new growing inside of you. It is too small to call anything, but it is warm. 

———

Umbrella boy has a name, and he happens to work on the same floor as you. You know this because he is standing right in front of you in all his bespectacled glory.

He ducks out of view the moment your eyes meet his. There is a stack of folders in his arms, and he bows his head until his nose touches manila. It's too late––he knows you caught him staring. He scurries behind walls of filing cabinets and desk cubicles, desperate to get back to his desk where he hopes you'll never find him.

The office floor is large, but it is not large enough to hide in. It takes only a few minutes until you find him hunched over his desk, every inch of space taken by enough towers of paper to cover a forest. It is no wonder that you never encountered your mysterious umbrella boy; he does a wonderful job of blending in. 

Your eyes trail his form, not out of any perverse intent, but just out of curiosity. You never would have guessed from his unassuming and meek nature, but the boy is devastatingly beautiful. The devil is in the details: you admire the soft slope of his nose to the adorable pout of his lips. His eyelids are charmingly mismatched and his cheeks are begging to be pinched. It takes a year’s worth of self-restraint to keep your hands at your sides, if only so you don’t scare him away before you can even introduce yourself. 

(You can already imagine your HR department contacting you about nonconsensual manhandling... You admit that you tend to get overzealous with your affection, especially when confronted with cute things. This boy would definitely need to watch out for you if he knows what’s best for him.)

((Also note to self: Stop having these psychopathic conversations with yourself. Being stuck inside the cage which is your brain is torture enough, so let’s not encourage it to get worse.))

There is a lanyard laced around his neck, the gaudy orange color of your company’s logo emblazoned across the thin material. And just out of your line of sight, you catch a glimpse of his ID. His name is––

“Y-Y/N?” He stutters out–no–he squeaks. Ah, so he’s noticed you. The folder in his hand slips out of his grasp, an avalanche of white tumbling all over his lap. He curses loudly, frantically sweeping away the mess under his desk, as if he could somehow magically make them disappear if he just kicked them hard enough. Unfortunately, the papers stay stubbornly tangible, and he is left with a halo of accounting reports around his workspace.

“Are you… umm…” You hesitate with your words, fearing that any sudden movement on your part might cause umbrella boy to combust on the spot. “Do you need help… picking those up?”

“I–Well, no–Yes, but–” His sentences are stilted, his brain struggling to catch up with his tongue. He clamps his mouth shut, then shakes his head like he’s trying to reboot himself. Finally, after a few more deep breaths, he goes, “No. I’m fine. Thank you for offering.” He says that, but he appears awfully content with staring holes into the keyboard of his laptop when he is speaking to you though. 

“Still… I’m terribly sorry for startling you,” you say, lips tugging downwards into a frown. You should have guessed he was skittish from how he had acted yesterday, but it’s quite a surprise to see one man so… disastrous, for lack of a better term. It’s awfully cute. “I just wanted to properly introduce myself and thank you for lending me your umbrella yesterday, but it seems like you already knew who I was.”

His face does a weird thing then and there. It almost appears like he was caught in a time loop, like someone was manually reversing and replaying his facial expressions like a video. It takes a few minutes for his little stroke to settle down, but even then, his cheeks remain a rosy pink. “I–I just… remembered your name during the company retreat the other month. I’m not weird or anything, I swear!”

“Well luckily, I was never going to accuse you of being weird anyway!” You laugh, trying to ease the perpetual look of anxiety on his face. However, it only seems to worsen his nerves with how quickly his skin starts to redden. “In fact, I should be apologizing for not remembering your name, Mister..?”

“Min Yoongi,” he replies, pausing for a second too long. He must have realized his delay because he coughs awkwardly into his forearm, averting his face away from you in a futile attempt to become nothing more than an abstract thought. 

He must be equipped with some sort of superpower, because you’re starting to feel his secondhand embarrassment flood through you like a tsunami. Are you that difficult to converse with? Does he want to be left alone so badly that he’s trying to subtlely tell you to fuck off? 

You’re about to start apologizing and scurry off back to your desk in barely concealed mortification when Yoongi clears his throat, his gaze fixed somewhere to your right. Whatever caught his attention must have been revolutionary with how large his eyes are, although last you remember is that the wall behind you is the same dull jailcell gray that you have come to know and hate. 

“I just… I’m sorry if I’m acting odd right now. I just wasn’t expecting you to come to my cubicle and I would’ve... I don’t know, tidied up? If I knew you were coming,” he mutters, propping his glasses back up when they start sliding down his nose. They make their slow descent back down immediately after, forever on an endless cycle of up and down his face. 

“You don’t have to clean up just for me! I’m not your manager or anything,” you say, surveying the absolute disaster zone that is his workspace. For his benefit, you sure hope that he has a map of his desk and filing cabinets, as it would have been a miracle otherwise if he memorized where anything was located in his personal office sty. “Though, it would be nice if you could see the bottom of your desk every once in a while.”

To your immense surprise, Yoongi lets out a resounding laugh at your quip. Though Yoongi isn’t a mute by any means, it isn’t like he spoke with much volume either. You hadn’t even thought your joke was funny enough to deserve a strained Caucasian™️ smile, so you appreciate that he had considered that you were even slightly funny. You love the pleasant tinkling of his laughter, so genuinely joyous that you can’t help but want to make a fool of yourself just so you can hear it again and again. 

When Yoongi stops, the familiar reddish hue that has made a home on his cheeks resurfaces, though it’s less from embarrassment now. His shoulders are more relaxed, and he doesn’t look like he wants to crawl out of his skin as much. He still has eyes averted away from you, however. “Sorry. I don’t know why I laughed too hard at that. I’m normally not this weird… I think it’s just the nerves.”

You cock your head to the side. “Nerves? From what?”

Yoongi freezes, mouth gaping open slightly. “I, umm…” He coughs into his white button-up sleeve, pupils shaking as he formulates a response. “Just from… work. Yeah, I just have a lot of paperwork to do this week and I’ve been, er, having difficulty relaxing.”

Yoongi visibly relaxes when you accept his flimsy excuse, not really lingering on the validity of his statement. “Oh, sure! Don’t overwork yourself too much, okay?” you say, smiling sweetly back at him. He stares, wide-eyed, not really sure how to go on with his life after he’d been blasted by the full force of your grin. 

God, you hope you remembered to use a toothpick during lunch. Was there spinach in your teeth? Oh fuck.

“Gah,” he intones, his brain not fully cooperating with his mouth just yet. If you were any more socially inept, you’d probably be doing the same. Eventually, he clears his throat and tries again. “Uh. Yes. I’ll try to do better next time.”

[johannstutt413]

“Scanning for edible substances...none found.” Ptilopsis sighed, glancing through the fridge in the Doctor’s office. “Suspicious nutrient slurries observed.”

“I’m trying to get better at cooking, I promise,” the Doctor muttered, continuing to munch on a green ‘nutrient slurry.’

She chuckled, an almost mechanical chirping. “Detecting increased dopamine within Ptilopsis. Acquiring edible substance from the cafeteria. Does the Doctor have any requests?”

“No, thank you,” he shook his head. “See you soon.”

“Departing.” As she left, Ptilopsis set a note on the Doctor’s desk.

Curious, he unfolded it, and read the message: “I learned today I can write without restricting my expression...or at least, I seem to be able to. Will update you as I learn more.”

“She never ceases to impress,” he muttered. “I wonder if there’s something I- wait, that’s it! Where’s that notepad...”

“Sustenance acquired...Doctor?” As Ptilopsis returned, she did not find him at his desk or anywhere else in the office. She frowned - where would he have gone in the middle of the work day?

A small, furtive voice whispered in her head, “he’s abandoned you. i told you this would happen, didn’t i?”

“Expanding query,” she replied aloud, gritting her teeth, as she looked around for any changes - such as the note folded neatly on her desk. “1 new search result found.”

In the Doctor’s terrible handwriting, a note: ‘Went to Closure’s shop for some salt. Nutrient slurry wasn’t seasoned well enough. I’ll be back soon~’

“Analysis complete...or is it?” Why did they add this squiggle at the end? Certainly a non-standard punctuation marker-

‘aw, does little Tilly not know what a tilde is used for? poor girl.’ The voice laughed. ‘if only your big strong doctor was here to tell you, huh?’

There were moments Ptilopsis wished she could fry her own mainframe, just to shut this stupid thing up - and as luck would have it, her narcolepsy kicked in to do just that. “Entering Power...Save Mode...”

The Doctor returned during her nap and smiled at the sight of her in her chair, emitting a slight whistle as she rested. He took off his jacket and set it around her shoulders before sitting down at his desk.

“Reboot initiated,” Ptilopsis whispered some time later. She noticed the additional layer, and in her half-asleep state, she pulled it around herself. “Building terrain...in a minute...”

“Good afternoon,” the Doctor said, watching from his desk and barely resisting the urge to fawn over her ‘reboot’ routine.

She blinked, turning her head to look behind her and seeing his jacket around her shoulders. “Calculating possibility of narcoleptic kleptomania...Zero percent.”

“No, it’s there for a reason,” he chuckled. “Check the front right pocket. Whatever you find in it is yours.”

“Searching...” Ptilopsis, jacket still firmly around her shoulders, felt around in the aforementioned pocket and located a small tablet and pen.

The Doctor watched her open the packaging for both items. “I figured it would be simpler for you to just send me messages with that than have to leave me notes. Anything you send should come up on my desktop, my laptop, my cell, and anything else I have my IM account linked to, so you’ll always be able to reach me.”

“Doctor...Surge of emotion detected in Ptilopsis...” The comment was almost an afterthought, but the next few words were a struggle to get through her censors. “I...I don’t know how to say it.”

“Write it if you have to.”

She shook her head. “No, I...I want you to hear it from me. Erecting firewall; deploying antivirus software; scanning for breaches - none found. I think I’ve bought us enough time.”

“You can do that?” His eyes widened. “Wow.”

“This is the single greatest gift I’ve ever received; despite being in charge of my treatment, Dr. Silence never once thought to connect me with some kind of outside support, so being able to contact you at any time- one breach detected- it...it means the world to me. The other voice- two breaches detected- believes I deserve the isolation my mode of speech- three breaches detected- has caused, but you- four breaches detected, firewall protocols failing to execute- you- firewall deactivating- I-”

The Doctor left his chair and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her out of her chair to do so. “That other voice can go fuck themselves.”

“Agreed...Reinitiating ciphering protocols.” She squeezed him gently, trying to pull herself into him and draw on his seemingly inexhaustible reserves of hope. “Detecting heightened cardiovascular movement within Ptilopsis...Facial heat sinks rapidly increasing temperature.”

“You know, sometimes actions are a more efficient way of communicating than words.” He hadn’t let go, and he had no intention of doing so.

…“Engaging seduction protocol.”

He pulled back to look her in the eye. “‘Seduction protocol?’ You can say that without-” Before he could continue, his mouth was suddenly occupied by Ptilopsis’ making contact with it; the amount of repressed energy being shoved into this single expression overwhelmed him. This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision, and although he might know just how long she’d had to fight to get to this point, the fact that she had brought him to tears.

“...Doctor?” After what felt like the longest period of clarity she’d had in some time, Ptilopsis pulled back, his tears on her cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“I...I don’t know what to say except yes.”

She smiled. “Yes?”

“Yes.” The Doctor went back for another kiss...and another...and another. “Seduction protocol successful; affection levels maxed. Warning: adult content. Proceed to cutscene?”

“Cutscene?...Here?”

He nodded. “The door has a lock on it, after all.”

“...Video paused.” Ptilopsis left his embrace to ensure the door was locked, and then upon returning, she gave him the brightest smile he’d ever seen on her face. “Resume.”

“Resuming playback: ‘How to Show Ptilopsis How Much I Love Her, Pt. 1 of 1488944457...”

[hypocrisyofandrewdobson]

Alex Ze Pirate Reboot Book 3

Greetings friends. You may remember me from such submissions as Alex Ze Pirate Reboot Pitch and the looser Sequel Book pitch. I've been meaning to write a third entry while under quarantine, but didn't really have anything I liked until recently, when THOAD reblogged the analysis of Sam. Originally, my plan was to make a story more focused on one of the other crew, but instead I'm going to do something different to my normal work and rewrite an established arc instead of coming up with something new.

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Chapter One

We begin at a trading post where Alex is haggling for drinks at a bar, the crew except for Peggy are hanging out there and seem to be in good spirits. Peggy comes in with the mail and hands Sam a letter. Immediately his spirits sink and he starts moping, though no one really pays much attention.

At the end of the night, Sam asks Alex if they could head back to Nina's port so he can take care of some personal business, but after last time, Alex has no interest in returning. Sam then offers to leave and go by himself but gets hit for this and then ordered back to the ship. That night he tries to sneak aboard a lifeboat but discovers Atea drilling holes in them under orders from Alex. 

Sam finally explains what's going on. The girl he gave the treasure chest to in the first book, named Jan, is sick, possibly dying, and he wants to go say goodbye. Atea points out that he'd have no idea how to get to the town and probably wouldn't make it on a rowboat. Sam asks Atea to try and convince Alex to give him a ride, which Atea says would never happen. Sam shrugs and walks back into town, looking down, as Atea calls out to him, saying sometimes people don't get what they want.

Chapter Two

A week later, the ship is out to sea. Sam is snappy at first but Alex is having none of it and the rest of the crew aren't all that sympathetic. Soon, another ship comes up beside them. Alex realises they're going to try and board and calls to arms. 

Atea hands out the guns as Sam goes below deck to man the cannons. Unfortunately, he preps and fires on the wrong side, so the other ship is able to board. The crew draw swords and fight the attackers, when they're struck by smoke bombs and Alex realises that none other than Nina the Ninja is on the crew. 

Nina dashes through the smoke and heads down below deck. Alex tries to go after her but is caught up fighting. As the smoke clears, Nina bursts out of the hold with a sack and runs back to her own ship, calling a retreat. The other crew leaves and Alex wonders what was taken. 

Later, after a look through the ship, Atea reports there was no significant damage, Talus reports that the supplies are fine and Peggy reports that none of the treasure was taken. Alex reasons that the sack she saw must have been a trick of the light and that everything's fine. Meanwhile, on the other ship, Nina has Sam. 

Chapter Three

The crew finally figures out Sam is gone and realise Nina probably took him to her home port. At first Alex has no interest in getting Sam back, reasoning that it's not worth risking getting arrested again just for the unworthy slob. Her attitude soon changes when everything goes to hell. 

As they set their destination, the crew starts to argue over who should do the cleaning as it's getting filthy despite their habits not changing. It becomes clear just how much he did for the crew, not just cleaning but by being a lightning rod for their abuse they never turned on each other. 

Realising they need him back to set things in order, they set up a temporary truce and agree to just live in filth since Sam will clean it up when he comes back. 

Meanwhile, on Nina's ship, she enters a cabin to see how Sam's doing. He's looking over the letter he got and hoping he can make it to Jan in time. We also learn that *Dun dun dun!* he was the one who contacted Nina so she'd come get him and take him to the orphanage. 

Chapter Four

It's been weeks since the main crew has washed anything and the ship is absolutely disgusting. But there is hope, they're a day away from the port town and they can see the other ship in the distance. But they're still wanted crooks and possibly outnumbered. So they get in the fixed rowboat and, as quietly as they can, row out to the ship in the early morning. 

The four get on board and try to sneak on, but unfortunately due to the fact that sound carries over water, the other ship knew they were coming and throws them in the brig. Alex demands to see Nina, but Atea points out that Sam isn't in there with them. Alex wonders what's going on, but reasons it won't matter since they'll eventually find him.

The ship reaches port and starts to dock as Peggy reveals he keeps gunpowder in his socks. They blow their way out of the brig, steal some swords and fight their way to the deck, where they see Nina pulling Sam along as they run across the docks. 

Chapter Five

Peggy heads back below decks as Atea and Talus deal with the crew. Alex fights her way through and reaches the docks. She calls out for Sam, but he seems to not hear her. Sam and Nina reach the street and are about to turn into an alley, when the building explodes, knocking them to the ground.

Peggy congratulates himself on nailing the shot as Nina and Sam get to their feet. Nina sees Alex coming and yells at Sam that they need to move. Sam sees her and takes off, pointing out there's another way. 

The cannon fire has brought the guards attention and when they see Alex, they rightly assume she has something to do with it. She manages to evade the guards and continues chasing, not wanting to let Nina win. 

Nina and Sam reach the orphanage, Nina telling Sam to get inside while she holds Alex off. Nina and Alex fight, Nina pointing out how stupid and selfish Alex is being, but Ze Captain will never admit to fault and refuses to listen.

Nina missteps into a pothole and gives Alex an opening to knock her down. Laughing in glee, Alex storms into the orphanage and runs through, shouting for Sam. She finally finds him, kneeling next to a figure covered with a white sheet, with tears in his eyes.

He was too late.

Chapter Six

Alex shuts up, having the decency to look somewhat ashamed. Nina rushes in and sees Sam, realising what happened. Sam mutters than Jan died five minutes previously. This just pisses off Nina, who yells at Alex that if she hadn't delayed them, they would have made it with plenty of time to spare. 

Unable to accept fault, Alex fires back that Sam had a duty to the crew when he signed on and knew they couldn't come back without risking capture. She goes on a tirade, insisting this was all Sam and Nina's fault. Nina has had enough and is about to attack, when Sam pleads with them not to do this in front of Jan's body. Out of respect, Nina walks away. Alex does too, but not before telling Sam he has ten minutes and then she expects him to head back to the docks. 

Outside, the guards arrest Alex and throw her in a cell with the other three. But they're not worried, they know about Sam's account from the second book and know he'll bail them out again. And he does. He heads to the bank, withdraws enough for bail and heads for the jail, when Nina stops him.

Realising no matter what she says, Sam will probably defend Alex or insist that their friends, Nina tries a different tactic. She offers to bail the crew out herself and tells Sam he should use his money for Jan's funeral. Sam admits he'd rather do this and agrees. 

However, she's lying. The crew are sentenced to hard labour, but Alex is in denial throughout the trial, insisting Sam is about to walk through the doors with the money. It never happens, Nina told Sam that the crew would be released in a week.

In the cemetery, a bunch of children who knew Jan lay flowers on her grave as Sam stands there with Nina. Nina walks away to a nearby cliff where she sees the other four being forced onto a prison ship. Alex swears vengeance against Sam and Nina for her predicament and the ship heads off into the sunset. 

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I'm wondering whether I went too far with this but I'm considering if I kept writing these that Alex and the others would actually make for an interesting team of villains. Of course, when I finished the book two pitch I thought the next one would be a story where Peggy runs into some old friends and we have his origin in flashbacks connected to the current adventure. 

Also, not sure about killing Jan. Maybe I should have said she was pregnant with Sam's kid and that's what causes him to ditch the crew but with Sam, he'd probably try to bring the kid and her along, or try to stay with the crew so he could work to support them. 

Anyway, as always let me know what you guys think and thanks for reading my dumb fan fic that I've probably put way more thought into than Dobson ever did. Seeya next time. 

“Hey, nice to see a Part 3 from you! As for the story itself, it’s definitely different, but it’s an interesting take on the story, so I think it can work well. And there’s setup for additional tension once Sam finds out that Nina lied to him. Sam not making it in time is definitely a tragic moment, one that could also help him decide to not deal with Alex and crew anymore. On the other hand, him getting them in time to have one last conversation(let’s say a minute or so) could work too, if the girl tells him to be happy or something similar. At any rate, well done with this. I definitely enjoyed reading it!” -THOAD

[midnight-hotel]

Hi there! this isn't a request, I was just wondering if I could get some advice? I just started a blog call The-Queen-of-Hazbin-Fluff and i just posted my first imagines to get people interested. Is there anything I should try to do? Thanks, and you don't have to do a shout if you don't want to, I just want some advice from someone who helps make me smile :)

That's a good question and I feel honoured that you've come to me for advice. I'm no expert but I'll tell you how I typically go about getting my blogs noticed.

• First of all, you've done a good thing by posting already, that gains the interest of people who have already found you. It'll show people what you're already capable of but also shows potential that you can and most likely will get even better.

• I would suggest making sure you post your blog rules and what is available to your viewers. People tend to hesitate on making requests or hanging around when they don't know what is available to them. If they don't know the rules of your account, they may be too unsure about requesting in fear of being rejected or making you uncomfortable. Make sure these are accessible, such as leaving a link in your description and maybe even rebooting your rules every now and then.

• In saying this, if you're taking requests, ensure you inbox is open and that people are able to ask anonymously. Most people don't like to reveal who they are, so this makes the blog more appealing to them as they don't feel like they're being exposed to the world.

• Asking for a shout out is a good idea too. The way I got my first rush of attention for most of my blogs was through getting a popular blog to give me a shout. If you can't find someone with a large following, it doesn't hurt to ask a couple different blogs who post the same content you are. You'll find most writers are willing to give a fellow writer a boost.

• Pay attention to your tags! This is how people will find your work, so make sure to tag carefully and thoughtfully. If it's character x character, label it as so, x reader, label it. If you have yandere content or nsfw, make sure you tag that in singular tags. I have 'yandere' blacklisted on tags because I don't like to see the content, but a lot of people forget to tag it or add things like 'yandere character' or 'yandere something or rather' so my blacklist overlooks that and I may end up reading something I don't find comfortable. So make sure to take that into consideration otherwise you can lose followers.

• If you feel up for it, may be reblog a prompt list or come up with your own. This gives some people ideas on what to request or just an option in general if they can't think of something.

• Remember to be patient. Sometimes the process of becoming a known blog is quick but other times it's unbearably slow. One of my blogs had over 100 followers within three days. Another took a whole month to get that far, and even then, that's still pretty quick because I sought out help from others.

I hope this helps you a little! Since your blog is new, I can't seem to find it myself so if you tag me in a post or maybe privately message me, I can reblog some of your work too! As for a shout out, everyone go check them out! Give them a chance to become part of our fantastic community!

@The-Queen-of-Hazbin-Fluff

I personally look forward to seeing what you come out with.

[sobdasha]

Speaking of clothing and timelines

I have, apparently, been misunderstanding Yuki's childhood for a long time lol.

(I assumed Akito like, literally painted a room black somewhere adjacent to Akito's rooms and just, y'know, kept Yuki in there, a Rat Room, and I couldn't figure out when or why Yuki at some point might have been moved back home???)

But hey now I know so much more all because I said "I don't even understand Yuki's clothes" and decided, "Takaya probably had it all figured out and I just need it written down to find the pattern."

Anyway here are the results of my research! I have divided Yuki's life into 4 distinct clothing periods.

Living with Akito

Yuki's mom dresses him in a suit to go meet Akito. After that, Yuki wears either kimono or what I'm choosing to call "Kyou clothes," on account of they look like the things Kyou (or young Haru) wears. I'm not sure there's a rhyme or reason for why Yuki is dressed traditional or western clothes on any given day. I also assume the Souma maids were responsible for acquiring Yuki's clothes, what else are maids for clearly.

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Isolation

This is the start of the "pitch dark room" which is, ah, more metaphorical than literal. When Yuki was Akito's live-in playmate, Akito talked about how they were both special and together and awesome. After the rooster hecked things up, when Akito snapped, Akito specifically talks about how Yuki is different and unimportant. Akito separates and isolates Yuki both with those words and also, I think, by literally kicking Yuki back home. I, uh, am now realizing that this is Akito's bedroom, Akito probably didn't do an entire redecorating job with a little pot of ink, and the darkness of Yuki's bedroom back in his parents' house is, y'know, less literal in nature. The reboot anime makes it pretty clear that the "pitch dark room" of Yuki's childhood is identical to Yuki's bedroom at his parents' house, so. Yeah.

(Hey, at least I'm not like the first anime who took one look at the black paint and said "that's a whip right????")

Anyway, this same time marks a shift in Yuki's clothing. He's still got a lot of the "Kyou clothes," and he still occasionally wears kimono, but his wardrobe also now contains more preppy, formal clothes that I'm sure his mom was picking out with Yuki's future status in mind.

Also, now that I'm writing these things down, I suspect this is why Yuki's mom slaps him so hard at New Year's for "embarrassing her" by ditching Akito. I mean, she's terrible, but it seemed a bit over the top for someone who was pretty content to ignore Yuki while things were going her way, and how does she know Akito didn't give Yuki permission to ditch??? But it would make sense if she's still absolutely pissed that Yuki's living with her again, clearly he fell out of favor with Akito, he fucked up his (and her) chances, Yuki should just be so lucky that at least Akito's still interested enough to visit on the regular (for verbal and emotional abuse) but that's not gonna continue if you ruin this by upsetting Akito even further!

I believe we don't really see Yuki in the years between 2nd grade and 9th grade, but all the stuff from 9th grade is the preppier, more formal clothes. I assume once he outgrew the "Kyou" things after being moved back home, he didn't get any more hoodies and cargo-pocket shorts and etc. No clue if Yuki still occasionally had kimono.

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Shigure's house

This is the only period that Yuki wears Chinese-style shirts, in addition to his nice dress shirts.

Also I'm so sad I had this idea in my head that Yuki didn't start wearing sweaters and sweater vests with his uniform until he started copying off Kakeru, but no, he wore them right in like the first or second volume, he just wears them when it's really cold. GDI I thought that was super cute...I'm so sad…

Also tangent like. I'm pretty sure there's a great fic in here somewhere about the time of moving Yuki into Shigure's house. At this point, as far as we know, the only place Yuki goes to is school. In elementary school we saw him get driven; I wouldn't put it past his mom (who wanted him in a better school district, where maybe he couldn't walk to like is supposed to be the norm) to have him be driven to school all the time, to better keep an eye on him. So here comes Yuki to Shigure's house, does that kid even have any furniture, this is a serious question, and he's going to determinedly go to a co-ed school when he doesn't even have practice walking down the street without running into women.

I'm sure it could only help Shigure's interests of ~emotionally distancing Yuki from Akito~ by being like "Haha okay school starts in like, 2 days, son it's time for a crash-course in existing in public and we'll kill two nailing-ur-girlfriend birds with one stone by shopping for furniture and clothes and whatever as well!"

The point being that Yuki, like Machi, presumably has no idea what he likes at this point but he sees some Chinese-style clothes and they are 1) not like what that jerkface Kyou wears and 2) not like the dress shirts his mom/the household staff buy him 3) probably good enough right?? While Shigure has to stand there with, like, a totally straight face, although if he slips up a bit it's probably fine because Yuki's not been exposed to him nearly enough yet to realize what Shigure's like. Because Yuki's seen Ayame like, a handful of times, while Shigure knows full-well that Chinese-inspired-style is Ayame's absolute personal fave, and he's dying. He's dying. This is exactly the sort of entertainment he hoped to be blessed with when he signed up for this. Everything's amazing. Eh yeah I'm sure it's fine, Shigure shrugs, not wanting to appear too eager so that Yuki realizes what's up.

(And then Shigure gives him a whirlwind schooling on pop culture, so that Yuki can be like "Ugh Kyou you uneducated peon, you don't even know who Jason is" while also being "…I've literally never heard of the Power Rangers, is that, like, a thing??")

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Kakeru

This period starts sometime after Sorta Cinderella, and is in play when the whole student council goes out together to that cafe. It's the time that Yuki begins to keep his nails shorter, his clothes change, and Machi notes that Yuki's somehow managed to get character development.

Yuki never wears his Chinese-style shirts again. Instead he wears things that are similar to his preppy/dressy clothes, but more casual. He starts leaving the top button undone. He wears a t shirt under a button front. Yuki used to wear preppy sweaters over dress shirts, but they were always crew neck--now, he wears v-neck sweaters over them. (He does once wear one of his old preppy sweaters one more time and I cringe every time I read that scene, it's so tight, it's so cringy the way the collar sticks out, it's so ill-fitting, I wonder if that's on purpose or if that's because I just don't fashion. It might be on purpose to show he's outgrown it. Oh snap, wait, was that right after the New Year's where he had another big character development?? Is that why??? SYMBOLISM?????)

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Anyway, that's our Takaya-sensei, folks.

[violetsystems]

#personal

I had to clear the porch of all my plants yesterday.  I was asked to move them by my landlord’s wife so that dirt didn’t get into the air conditioner below.  Yesterday the husband banged on my door and read me the riot act.  In his mind, this is not something I argue with.  And honestly over the years, it’s been cheaper not to complain.  That is until you realize you are cloistered into a literal daily soap opera with everyone’s hearts on their sleeve.  Including the police.  I honestly don’t have the capacity to worry about anything except my own private space these days.  Everybody seems to know something about me on the surface but not the whole story.  People brush by with projected questions every day.  They snoop.  They follow.  They try to get a read on what I’m thinking.  Which boggles my fucking mind because I’ve written it here weekly for over five years now.  Some people on here know me more intimately than anyone in real life.  I think that is special and a large reason why I’ve kept things very ethereal and romantic here.  I don’t force myself into anything or anyone’s life.  And yet I find myself encroached on in such a unsafe and disastrous way I don’t know where to go anymore.  I’m stuck.  The last three responses on LinkedIn were women I didn’t know.  The first from the post office I was nice to then ignored.  The second was an unsolicited request from a student at NYU.  I ignored that one.  Then an all too obvious ghost profile from Atlanta that worked as a makeup artist for Ulta.  All of them I found a light way of saying I’m on the platform for professional reasons.  All of them I feared were catfishing especially when the conversations turned to “do you wanna hang out?”  The last one was a little more human and I need connections.  Professional ones.  My last job and everything with it just ghosted me in the most heinous way possible.  I’m in a vulnerable position seemingly.  And everyone seems to think this is the final blow.  They’re closing in for the kill.  They’ve surrounded themselves around me.  I can’t escape.  The whole neighborhood has me on trial every square inch I walk.  None of it makes sense unless you count the police down the block making sure I’ve been made contact with.  It’s surreal and not so obviously unconstitutional.  It’s my life every day now.  It sounds like shit out of a spy movie.  And this is what my life has become.  And if I talk about it openly I’m the first to be shoved in the oven and gaslighted.  How did it come to this?  I don’t really care.  The lesson I have learned from all of this is that time and distance will tell.  Nobody knows how drastically my financial state has changed other than my bank.  And this entire time being tortured, followed, analyzed and picked over I’ve just been building up equity week by week.  The plants didn’t go to waste.  I rearranged them in the bathroom.  It made things less scary.  The only place where I feel safe anymore.  Inside the locked doors of my apartment.

If I were to sum it all up with one phrase.  This is the phrase.  What the literal fuck is wrong with people?  The answer is too dark to repeat.  This is just how people are.  You can be above it.  Or you can sink to the bottom with the rest of the trash that floats down there.  I tend to stay away from everyone.  People have year after year pinned the blame on me.  And yet no one can stop reaching out to me or pressuring me to be a part of something I’m not.  Welcome to society I guess.  It makes me angry.  And the one thing I’ve had the luxury of not being the last few weeks is angry.  I’m not the hulk.  I am hiding a blinding rage inside me.  But it’s not my own.  And I realize sometimes that for all the shit people try with me, it’s a sure sign none of it works.  I’m somewhere else entirely.  Wondering if I should seek out a job in China next year and prepare my language skills the rest of the year.  Wondering if I will even have to work at all after all of this.  It’s all going to cave in at some point.  Nobody can go through what I’ve gone through and just disappear.  Unless someone really feels they need to off me.  Which is a fear I live with for no real purpose.  I don’t really gain anything from being exiled and ignored.  Some great big test year after year about how one day I’ll be “discovered.”  What the fuck am I doing down here writing for anyway?  I’m 46.  I’d play Khan in a Star Trek reboot.  But really I’m trying to connect just like everyone else.  And people have consistently taken this as a vulnerability or a mental illness to manipulate and turn on me.  That’s just the evil of human nature.  Life teaches me that evil people will just tell you it’s in their dna.  They fuck into existence enough tax havens.  The panama papers made sure of bringing that to light.  But here I am an only child with no legacy other than my parents who one day will cease to be.  I’ll be out here paying my taxes until my dying breath while people use them to fund police actions so blatantly corrupt you’d better be putting the rest into a good lawyer.  Chicago is a city of lawsuits.  And I fear sometimes it’s just a con on top of a con.  They had it set up.  Destroy my life and offer me no choice but to accept their version of what I should be.  And they got caught with their pants down so much that I feel it’s not so much a cover up but an orgy of greed and corruption.  Chicago is no better than Donald Trump in that respect.  Neither are both sides of the political coin people roll down the street to you as bait.  You can make a change.  I can actually.  I received an email that my vote by mail ballot was accepted.  The email account that wasn’t locked out after twenty years of service to an art school that I gave my very soul to.  No student loans to show for it either.

I can tell you how this all ends.  It ends great for me.  And bad for anyone who is tied to holding me back.  I know this because a year ago I was far worse off.  And I have been the only person I can ultimately rely on these days.  My own good judgement.  My own legacy which people cast doubt on.  My body of work that reaches past a job that never wanted me to be me.  I learned a lot about being inclusive.  How to be an ally in my own way.  I’ve seen that respected and appreciated down here.  I’ve put it into practice in my life in my search for a new career.  I’m not looking for a job.  I don’t need to be plugged back into some matrix of human capital for the sake of maximizing the GDP.  I’m not interested in people forcing their ideas of what is best for me in a hidden, corrupt fashion.  The big brother nation state here is nothing to brag about.  We are far worse than China in that respect.  Americans are at the mercy of capital.  We are bullied by landlords, developers, politicians, police, institutions, and countless other mobs.  When we disagree, we are put on trial and hunted until we admit we are wrong.  We are watched with the human eye from the shadows like a rabid animal breathing down our necks.  No luxury of the fourth wall of CCTV.  We are conned and herded into ghettos and experimented on for marketing pogroms.  We are told we are irrational when we question a 2 trillion dollar valued company’s need for 30% of profits from independent developers.  We are sick and tired of hearing your endless excuses.  We see how full of shit you are.  And some of us revolt.  Some of us tear it down.  And some of us sit back knowing full well this is the way it has ended for some of us.  My love of this country.  My freedom that isn’t free.  The lie I live from day to day.  Sounds very depressing.  I must have brought it on myself.  And I did partially.  Trying to get close to something real.  I got very close to myself.  I ended up healing myself in ways I didn’t know I needed.  And I ended up being in a very different place while people around me stayed the same.  I feel tied down.  I feel torn apart.  But mostly I feel indifferent because you can’t hurt me any more if I don’t believe you have any power over me.  And this is the boring nature of my life now.  I sit back and plan like I always do.  Get things in order.  Know what my rights are.  Know how badly they’ve been violated.  And know the world is just a planet in the universe.  A planet we both share.  Air we both breathe.  Private and intimate thoughts that are stuck inside my head only to be pried out with forceful hands.  They’ve tried for years.  I have too many scars to show for it.  And they’ve never heard the secret out of my mouth.  Or if they did they never really listened.  It’s not about them.  It’s about us.  <3 Tim

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29. Come over here and make me. — with Noctis x Fem!Reader if possible 👌🏽💜

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As you sat around the campfire with your four travellingcompanions, you felt the rumblings of hunger in your stomach. Ignis wascurrently working hard on dinner and you had asked him several times if heneeded help, but he always declined politely. The last hunt had been anightmare to say the least. A heard of dualhorns had been causing trouble fornearby farmers. While the reward was quite generous, the bruises all five ofyou now sported made you wonder if it would be worth it.

“I ache all over.” Noct, your boyfriend of the past two months,groaned.

“I ache in places I didn’t know I had.” Prompto replied.While you wanted to empathize with their pain, your own bruises throbbingpainfully, you were far too exhausted to voice your own pain. But part of itwas you felt as though you had to keep up with them. Being the only girl of thegroup definitely made you feel out of place and you couldn’t help but worrythat if you complained, they all would think you couldn’t keep up.

Noctis was the only one who knew of this fear of course andhe easily dismissed it. He promised that you all looked out for each otherregardless of strengths or weaknesses or gender. He promised you didn’t need tofeel like you had to keep up, it was no bad thing if you couldn’t and you alldeserved breaks now and then.

“Tomorrow we will sleep in a motel or caravan.” Gladiopromised and Prompto sighed happily.

“Soft beds, baby!” He breathed, his head tilted back andeyes closed. A small smile played on the corner of his lips as he thought offlopping down into the sheets of a warm, soft bed.

“Dinner is ready.” Ignis’s soothing voice chimed in makingall four heads perk up, exhaustion forgotten. After the boys got their bowlsand you got yours, you all sat down to eat and you dug into the veggie medleystew. However, you noticed that Noct was picking apart his stew and you sighed,shaking your head. Ignis heard you and glanced your way, before noticing you werestaring at Noctis. He saw Noct separating the vegetables from the rest of thestew and let out his own sigh.

“Noct, you need to eat your vegetables.” Ignis admonishedand Noct frowned.

“You know I don’t like these.” Noct protested and Ignisgroaned.

“You ate them the last time I made it.” Ignis replied.

“Just to try them. I didn’t like them so I’m separating themout.”

“Noct, come on. Eat your vegetables.” You finally spoke upand Noct gave you a childish pout.

“Come over here and make me.” Noct replied, earning aflat look from you. You remained quiet as you took one last bite of your mealbefore standing and setting the bowl on your chair. Everyone watched as youwent over to Noct, grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him fiercely.As you kissed him, you nipped his lower lip, making him momentarily forgetwhere he was. When you pulled away, Noct was dazed as the rest of the boys satin surprised silence.

“For every dish you eat with vegetables in it, I will dosomething favorable for you in the bedroom.” You purred in his ear so only hecould hear. Noct’s eyes widened as you let him go, going back to your meal. Theother boys looked back and forth and were quite surprised to see Noct eat hisvegetables.

“What did you say to him?” Prompto asked making you smirk.

“Oh just a few sweet words. Sometimes all you need isencouragement from your girlfriend.” You replied with a smirk.

The next night you all checked into a motel. Ignis, in hiswisdom, put you and Noct in a room at the end of the building with Gladio (whocould sleep through explosions) on the other side. After your shower, you cameout into the room to find candles lit all around the room. Two arms encircledyour waist and you leaned against your boyfriend as he nuzzled your neck.

“All this for me?” You asked with a smile. Noct gentlynipped at your skin below your ear making you moan softly.

“Well, you did say that if I ate my vegetables you would dosomething favorable for me. I’m pretty eager to see what you had in mind.” Noctpurred. Remembering your words from camp before, you giggled and turned to facehim. All he wore was black sweatpants and you knew it was to make things easieron both of you for tonight.

“I did promise, didn’t I?” You purred and kissed him, gentlyleading him over to the bed as you nipped his lower lip. His hands went to thesash on the robe you wore, but you stopped him.

“Ah-ah-ah. No touching. This is all you.” Your voice wassoft and sultry as Noct gave you a curious look. Gently, you pushed him into asitting position on the bed, your hands running over his chest as you kissedhim once more. Noct moaned softly against the kiss, spurring you on. Slowly,you trailed kisses and bites down his jaw as your hands moved over his pecs,then his abs, then gently teased him by touching just above the waistband ofthe sweatpants.

“(Y-Y/N).” He stammered as your mouth closed over a nipple.You knew what you were doing. You knew exactly how to get him aroused and howto get him to a begging mess. But that wouldn’t be tonight. Tonight was allabout rewarding him. Your fingers hooked into his sweatpants and pulled themdown and off, his cock springing free already hard.

“Already eager for me, hmm?” You purred and pecked his cheekbefore getting on your knees. Noct watched you, already panting softly.

“What can I say? You know what you’re doing.” Noct repliedmaking you giggle. A groan escaped him as your hands wrapped around his cock,pumping gently.

“Mmm you’re so big, Noct.” You purred as you licked him frombase to tip. Your only response was a choked moan as Noct’s head fell back, hiships weakly bucking up.

“Th-Thought this was a r-r-reward?” He asked, looking at youagain as you smirked.

“You’re right. It is. I just can’t help but tease you whenyou make such cute noises.” Noct blushed at your words, but his embarrassmentwas short lived as you took him fully into your mouth. He let out a loud groanas he felt your tongue swirling around him. It was then he got an idea.

“Hey…Hold on. Come up here a minute.” Noct said making youpull off of him. He moved up on the bed and lay down, making you come up withhim. Gently he maneuvered you so your hips were over his face and your face wasover his cock.

“This can be my reward.” Noct said with a smirk making youblush. His hands pulled your hips down, his tongue snaking out and giving you along, tantalizing lick to your folds. A moan escaped you as you pumped his cockbefore taking it back into your mouth. As you did, Noct’s mouth went to work,latching onto your clit and sucking making you moan. Your moans sent pleasantvibrations through his cock making him moan softly in response. This was newand you were liking it. Sucking on his cock, you began bobbing your head,taking all of him into your mouth that you could as his lips and tongue workedyour clit.

It didn’t take long before both of you reached orgasm, hisseed spilling into your mouth as your body tensed above him. You licked himclean as he did the same for you before pulling off him with a pop, moving soyou could lay beside him and look into his eyes.

“Enjoy your reward?” You asked with a smirk. Noct chuckledand pulled you close, his hands undoing the sash of your robe.

“I did. Guess I should eat my vegetables more often if I gettreated like that.” Noct chuckled, his hand stroking your thigh. You kissedhim, moaning against his lips as you tasted yourself on them.

“We do have the rest of the night and Gladio is a heavysleeper. Up for round 2?” Noct asked making you smirk.

“Always.”

Despite the comfort of the hotel bed, neither of you got adecent amount of sleep that night.

[srinithyananda]

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Glimpses from Nithya Satsang with HDH Nithyananda Paramashivam 18 July 2020 18 JULY 2020 - 7.39 PM, GIST OF PARAMASHIVA GANA / PARAMASHIVOHAM SEASON 8 AND INITIATED DISCIPLES’ SESSION 1. *PARAMASHIVA’S MESSAGE DIRECTLY FROM KAILASA *TODAY WE ARE OFFICIALLY LAUNCHING THE SOCIAL MEDIA PAGES OF THE ORGANISATIONS: SAFFRON OM, RED OM, BLUE OM, GREEN OM, WHITE OM, YELLOW OM. *WE ARE OFFICIALLY FORMING THE ORGANISATIONS ONLY NOW BUT FOR MANY YEARS, FROM THE BEGINNING, WE WERE DOING THESE: *AT THE AGE OF THREE, I WAS RECOGNISED BY THE TEAM OF ENLIGHTENED BEINGS AS AN INCARNATION AND TRAINED IN VARIOUS YOGIC SCIENCES OF HINDUISM AND YOGA AND HINDU SCRIPTURES. *AT THE AGE OF 10, PARAMASHIVA HIMSELF CAME AS ARUNAGIRI YOGISHWARA AND GUIDE, INITIATED, BLESSED, STARTED MANIFESTING HIS ENERGY THROUGH THIS BEING. *AFTER THAT THE ACHARYA ABHISHEKAM WAS PERFORMED BY THE 230TH GURU MAHASANNIDANAM OF THONDAIMANDALA AADHEENAM. *THEN THE ENLIGHTENED BEINGS OF TIRUVANNAMALAI PERFORMED THE YOGA PATTABHISHEKAM IN 1994 AND DECLARED ME AS THE 1008TH SUCCESSOR. 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Rules: Answer the ten questions, write your own ten questions, tag ten people.

What’s the first fandom you can remember being a part of and would you consider yourself still a part of it? - Oh jeez, umm.... I think it might’ve been Naruto? XD Naruto is the first media property I remember getting super into, and it opened me up to a lot of aspects of fandom that I wasn’t aware of at the time (i.e. fanart, fanfiction, doujinshi, etc.) I don’t really think I’m a part of it still, but I do find myself wandering back over and seeing if I can find content once in a while!

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Alternatively, what would make you happiest to be complimented about? - Ajkkl;ajfioasjis wow..... ummmmm... I can’t pick out one in particular but I’ve been told “I’m really glad to have met you,” and it just... makes me really happy? I know it’s not good but I get really tense in everyday settings when I interact with people, and I constantly wonder whether or not I make the people around me happy, or if I’m just a bother/a tag-a-long or making things awkward. Hearing someone say that they feel happy that I’m around helps me squash the constant doubt over whether or not I should just keep to myself or try to engage with other people more. (Gah I’m sorry if this sounded incoherent.)

Do you want to be famous? - Sometimes yes, but no. I think ultimately it’s more that I want to have something that I do so well that I’ll be known for it, and or that it benefits other people in some way, and not necessarily that I want fame.

What’s something you always wished you could be good at? - Dancing. I watch way too many dance videos and listen to too much music to not know how to dance worth a damn, but I have no rhythm and am very stiff ;;.

If you were given complete freedom to plan your dream vacation, where would you go and what would you do there? - Hnnnnggg this is hard. I honestly want to just say Akihabara, Japan, because I’ve never gone and it’s been a dream, but now I’m kind of thinking Nepal? Kathmandu has a bunch of temples and I would love to just walk around and.... absorb the atmosphere? Learn about the history and the everyday life? Also Kathmandu, the name alone makes it sound like a cool ass place. I think I would like to just go backpacker-style and take everything in.

How did you first end up on Tumblr? - Oh boo, it was in my first year of college that I made and actively used an account, but I was lurking before that. I don’t know how I first got pointed to it, I think maybe on an internet forum?? Or through tumblr posts pointing me to fan translations etc.

What was the last piece of media you saw/read/played that left a memorable impact on you? - Hahahaha, this is hard. I think My Hero Academia was the last media property that I got obsessed with and had a notable impact on my life. I remember binging the manga after season 1, and jumping straight in to the fandom. People in college knew me as "the girl who likes my hero” and that made me both really happy and really sad lmao. Midoriya was one of very few anime protags that had notable anxiety and he really inspired me, and the show as a whole was just a mixing bowl of everything I wanted.

What are you looking forward to in the foreseeable future? - More reboots/continuations of anime that stopped before their manga ended (looking at you ouran)

What’s a random fun fact that you’ve learned recently? - That apparently in England (and maybe all of Europe), lemonade is sprite?? I feel like this is wrong but I’ve seen several confirmations and I’m so confused....

What’s a piece of advice that you’ve always found useful? Take things a day at a time - my anxiety makes looking in to the future really daunting and often times it just paralyzes me and makes me procrastinate, so while I still try to plan ahead, now I just look at what I have to do for the day and focus on getting it done. It’s helps me make some progress, no matter how small.

mmggmkldmfdio I’m gonna tag some of the same people from my last post ‘m very sorry for the spam: @lightanddarkkh @godkinglogan @mimilovegoodhurts @ane-san22​ @yaun21​ @mashedjagaimo​ @esmechanwantsacookie​ @autumnlovestomatoes​ of course, do it if you want and at your leisure! My questions for y’all are under the cut:

What media properties do you find yourself re-watching or returning to constantly?

What genres of music do you like? Any particular reason?

Do you like pineapples on your pizza or not? Do you have any opinions on people who say the opposite? (lol i’m sorry)

When’s the last time you did something that made you really happy? (i.e. going on a trip, seeing a friend, watching a good movie, etc.)

Are there any characters in media that you really relate to?

What is something that you like seeing in other people (could be an interest, or a quality)?

Are there any habits that you have that you’re thankful for?

If you watch anime, what was your first one and when did you watch it?

What does your url mean, if anything at all?

Is there anything that’s constantly on your mind nowadays?