#the absolute shock that i experience when they came up on my screen

[deadpoets]

MUPPETS FROM SPACE (1999) dir. Tim Hill

[nerdyjournals]

Sweet Sugar

ship: skz x diabetic!reader

Note: i, myself, am a type 2 diabetic. So a lot of these things come from my experience.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF INJECTIONS AND NEEDLES

Hyung Line. Maknae Line.

Bang Chan

Noticed you were super lethargic, like more so than normal. When asking you about it, you just waved him off and said that it probably was your sugar

Obviously, he was as confused until you pulled up an app on your phone. A big 201 took up the top of the screen.

He took your phone - scrolling through the app - as you reached for your bag, pulling out a container of peanuts. He finally understood what was going on.

You explained to him that you get super tired when it gets low as well as high. Diabetes fatigue, you said. You two were about to head out, so you couldn't exactly take a nap.

He offered to cancel and reschedule, but you just said you were used to it. He didn't like that. So he drags you to the living room and sets you on the couch to snack and rest.

He makes you share the app to his phone so he can see when you drop or rise when absolutely necessary.

Lee Know

It all started because you didn't seem excited when he announced what he was making for dinner. You haven't really had beef ribs since your diagnosis.

He was ultimately confused before you explained that red meat has a possibility to shoot up your sugar and leave you feeling off. It's not that you can't have it, but it's been a while.

He can see that you feel guilty as you assure him to still make it since everything was out. An idea clicks in his head before ushering you into the living room and told to wait.

You don't really question him as he goes about working, not even when he answers a delivery at the door.

By the time he calls you in, the table is set with the ribs, sides, and a plate of chicken. Same seasonings and everything. He could see the guilt reappearing on your face, and would have none of that.

He sat you down, placed the chicken in front of you, and took his own seat. He said nothing until you started eating, humming in contempt when you dug in.

It felt nice that he didn't get mad or make you feel like the bad guy. He just accommodated you and still respected you. It was perfect.

Changbin

The loud beeping of your phone caught his attention, making him laugh as you scrambled to turn it off.

You let out a groan and looked around for your bag, pulling out a small insulated bag, and excusing yourself to the restroom.

He said nothing, just a little confused. It was when you came back rubbing at your belly that he spoke up. You had to inject some insulin with all the snacks the two of you had today, nothing too special.

You could see the panic rise to his eyes before quickly assuring him that you were okay. You just didn't account for all your favorite goodies to be in his studio and you went at them like a man starved. You just had to be mindful for the rest of the day.

He immediately asked you if he had to get rid of the snacks and realized you'd rather put his head in a spike than lose access to your favorites...playfully.

A lot of personal stuff had been happening recently and you were the type to eat your feelings. He was too.

The best compromise you could come up with was finding similar snacks to fix the craving and keep you steady while keeping the bad ones under lock and key of which Changbin had.

Hyunjin

It was the clicking coming from the bathroom that caught his attention. He pushed open the cracked door to check on you, only to find you injecting insulin into your stomach.

He quickly backed up out of shock and re-shut the door. Waiting another second before knocking in the door, he slowly opened it. You were rubbing the spot with an amused look on your face.

The two of you were about to have dinner, and you had to prep yourself first. The injections were fairly new, so the two of you would have to get used to it.

He spends the whole meal talking and asking questions about your condition. You do your best to explain and it suffices.

It amazes him that you're able to be so functional after you talk about some of the side effects and handicaps.

In the following days, he does research about what snacks are safe for you and sticks them in the apartment. It throws him for a loop when he sees the bottles of medicine you leave with him as back up. Since when do they make pills that size?!

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some of my favorite and least favorite details from royal:

when you go with sumire to the shrine and bump into the rest of the thieves, they basically say they all agreed to go together. this is backed up by futaba saying she's going in the morning. this means they specifically went out of their way to not invite you. either theyre shady as fuck towards joker or they knew you were gonna be on a date and didn't want to bother you, but I think its funnier to go with the first one

most of the people in Tokyo's dreams coming true bc of the actualization are met with some doubt or confusion from family members, as seen in passing conversations and the loading screens. this is to show the cracks in the plan and how the actualization hasn't been . well. fully actualized yet. however, the phantom thieves told maruki what they want directly and therefore have their realities so tailor made to them that you have to go out of your way to break them out of it. this includes Morgana. but the only ppl who can hear Morgana are people with personas. this means that some time between Christmas and new years, maruki heard Morgana saying he wanted to be a human and decided to go "fuck it, sure, the cat that the weird kid owns but that ive never met can have his wish too". this tracks because maruki has a persona and is not shocked or confused when he sees Morgana in the metaverse.

Yusuke did not wish for his dead mom to be alive again. just for her painting to hit the trending tab 😭

even if you are dating sumire, like I was, she will not say goodbye to you or give you a parting gift. this creates the awkward situation of her saying goodbye to you at the station with an unusual coldness and disassociation from you, even if you and her are boyfriend and girlfriend. I actually hate this. why the fuck isn't my girlfriend saying goodbye to me.

the winter outfits are the best designed outfits in the game. ann and makoto are in ugly 2010's H&M shit for 90% of the game and then get a fresh wardrobe for the new years.

in contrast, maruki's villain outfit is so fucking ugly. he looks like a golden toenail. the final villain in your game and you have him looking like that? come on man.

not royal exclusive, but Morgana has a talking sprite of himself in his cat form. for some reason, they refused to use this until the end of the game when he "loses" his metaverse form. this makes absolutely no sense, as the talking sprites of every other character changes on their clothes/appearence. why doesn't Morgana's change to his cat version in the real world and why doesn't he just have his "true" form in the metaverse. for some reason, this frustrates me to no end.

when you date sumire, she will not shut the fuck up about her dead sister. also, 90% of your relationship with her is based around her false identity she assumed of her dead sister. you are basically dating this girl's dead sister.

^^^ this is not helped by the fact that her "sumire" sprite looks ugly as fuck and she only looks cute when she's cosplaying as her dead sister. the devs even knew this and changed her back to her Kasumi sprite as soon as they justifiably could 😭

speaking of, royal REALLY REALLY makes it obvious that they see joker x sumire as the canon romance. in the base game I think they saw it as makoto or Haru, but in royal its uncanny how much they push you into dating her. however, she's objectively the worst girl to date because you can only date her at the very end of the game, and therefore only get to experience valentines and white day with her, whereas with most of the other girls you get Hawaii, Christmas, the school fair, etc.

^^^ however, this makes sense, as the realization that you were never dating sumire and instead were instead dating her dead sister would probably come as an uncomfortable surprise to the player. atlus had no choice but to wait until the truth came out to let you date her. they wrote themselves into a corner and then were unable to show off the character who has the biggest model on the poster 😭

when you go around and get goodbye gifts, you cannot say goodbye to certain phantom thieves members if you haven't maxed them out. this resulted in a weird situation where I hadn't maxed out makoto, Haru, and ann, and therefore joker, despite that in universe having helped them through trauma and loss and difficult times, did not say goodbye to some of of his closest friends and teammates . I understand not getting a goodbye gift from them, but its SUPREMELY weird that you dont get a one-on-one goodbye if you dont max their confidants 😭

not royal exclusive, but shinya Oda's voice acting (English) is so fucking terrible its actually laughable. in a game with outstanding voice acting, the fact that this 12 year old sounds like a 50 year old woman really sticks out. this is unfortunate, because Oda is one of my fav confidants and makes him hard to take seriously, but also fortunate because its fucking hilarious.

Akechi's evil Loki costume is ugly as fuck, but is saved singlehandedly because he's wearing thigh-high boots. if you dont believe me, look closely at his thighs. you'll see it.

maruki looks like wilbur soot and it really unsettles me.

[maretinelli]

ALL FOR Y/N'S BROTHER

Ben Barnes X Actress!reader

Summary: Where Y/n and Ben do an interview to promote the new film they starred in together and fans ask questions about their professional and personal career.

Words: 1.3K+

Warnings: Mention of another actor, films, non-existent films, cuteness.

Author: It's worth mentioning that English is not my first language, so there may be silly and strange mistakes. I also warn you that the "movie" that Y/n and Ben debuted in the fanfic does not exist in real life. I ended up inventing a story on the spot and taking the title of one of my favorite songs.

MASTERLIST

"Hi, I'm Ben Barnes" The actor says while smiling at the camera in front of him.

He and Y/n were sitting on a high stool and behind them was a large poster of the movie they recently starred in together.

"And I Y/n Keynes Barnes" The woman says and smiles looking at her husband. "And we're here to talk a little about our newest film and answer some questions related to our career and individual lives" Y/n placing her hands on her lap.

"First of all, we tell you that 'My Kind of Woman' will be in cinemas from July 12th in all countries."

"Ben and I debuted in a romantic comedy set in the 1970s. In which, the character Ross takes Lexie out to make his ex jealous. However, along the way they end up losing themselves in their feelings" Y/n informs.

"I confess that it was very easy to fall in love with her" Ben says and pats his wife's hand twice.

"Of course, look at me!! I'm fantastic and on top of that your beautiful and wonderful wife" The woman throws a strand of hair back and Ben laughs.

"Okay. Let's answer some questions now" He says and Y/n smiles. "Our producers put together some questions that you asked on the director's Instagram" Ben looks at the camera and leans over to take the cell phone that the director was handing him.

"OK, let's go!!" Y/n adjusts herself in the chair and approaches Ben, so they can read together. "Want to read?"

"It can be one at a time"

"Okay. I'll start then." The actress adjusts herself in the chair. "Ben and Y/n, what was it like finding out that you two were going to act together in a romantic comedy after you were married?" The woman reads and then they turn to the camera. "I thought that was a cool question!! Well, at first it was only Ben who would participate in the film, I was involved with other productions, however, it ended up not working out. And as the vacancies for the protagonist were still open, I went and did the test. And detail, Ben didn't know anything. He only found out when I got home with the script in my hands." She laughs. "But talking about the performance itself, I think it was very realistic. It was all very natural"

"I was in shock when I found out it was her." Ben gestures with his hands and smiles. "But of course, happy too. It wasn't the first time we acted together as a romantic couple on movie screens. But the experience is always the same." He says and Y/n looks at him smiling. “How did Ben and Y/n meet?” Ben reads the next question. "We met through her brother when we were filming The Chronicles of Narnia."

Y/n nods.

"A lot of people think we met in The Punisher, but no, my brother did good to us much earlier." she says and Ben laughs. "The first time Ben and I saw each other was on the set of Prince Caspian. Skandar and the rest of the cast were in a more remote location in the city filming, and as I had just arrived from New York, I thought I would go out and see some the hometown.

When I got there, I came face to face with the love of my life" Y/n winks at the camera.

"Every day I thank Skandar for having me introduced to your sister" Ben says and Y/n.

"True, it's worth mentioning that Skandar made me get out of the car and walk for a long time just to introduce myself to Ben. Who was acting with him that day."

Ben Laughs.

"Well, was it worth the walk?"

"Absolutely" Y/n says laughing. "Next question. Ben and Y/n's age difference?"

"People like to know about our individualities as a couple"

Y/n laughs at her husband.

"Really."

"Well, Y/n and I have a 4 year age difference." Ben says and the woman agrees. “Did Y/n go to college?” The actor reads the question and looks at Y/n.

"To say I did it all is a strong word. But I started and kept going." She says and Ben laughs. "I was doing performing arts at N.Y.U and I was in my last period when I went to play my first role. Which coincidentally was the last Chronicles of Narnia film. And well...I never went back to college" Y/n says and smiles at the camera when he says he dropped out of college in the last period.

"I was so close to graduating." Ben gestures with his little fingers and squints as he approaches his wife.

Y/n Laugh.

"Yes yes, my career really took off after Narnia. But I still intend to return to finish it." Y/n nods her head in agreement and Ben straightens up in his chair.

"That's right, my wife" he says and then looks at her. "So cool to say that. My wife"

Y/n smiles.

"3 years and you still think it's too cool" she taps the man's cheek twice and he laughs. "Y/n is Skandar Keynes's sister? How old" The actress reads the question. "Yes, I'm this guy's sister and I didn't understand the age part, but it must be our difference. Well, I'm the oldest sister of the three of us. Ska and I have a 4 year difference and with Soumaya it's only 2"

Ben picks up his cell phone again and then reads the next and penultimate question.

"Ben, how was it recording the sex scenes in The Punisher. Since your romantic partner in the series wasn't Y/n" Ben returns the cell phone to his wife. "Well, firstly speaking in general. These scenes are never easy to record, regardless of the partner, you are more vulnerable and more exposed. But at the time, Y/n and I weren't together yet. Well, we were dating and hooking up. But nothing official yet, and when I read the script, I made a point of sharing it with her and telling her what I felt and everything."

"Although we know it's something professional, the discomfort is always present. Regardless of the side." She says more seriously. "And when we started dating, Ben and I made a agreement that if either of us has to do this type of scene, the other person doesn't watch it. Like, jump the scene" Y/n says and gestures with her hands at the end.

"Well, whether we like it or not, we're uncomfortable." Ben speaks.

"I think in The Punisher it was the only time, right?" Y/n asks and Ben looks at her in agreement. "I thank God I didn't get involved with that kind of scene. I would definitely have turned redder than a tomato, I was so embarrassed."

Ben smiles and looks at the floor, while fiddling with the ring.

"Yeah, but it's not like that when we're--"

"BEN, MY DEAR. How about reading the last question??" Y/n covers her husband's mouth and he laughs at the touch.

"Okay. "What was it like when Skandar found out he was your love match? I always hear rumors that he was a great promoter" Ben reads and then hands the cell phone to production. "I love it when they mention my brother-in-law"

"Sometimes I think Ben is married to Skandar" Y/n says indignantly and looks at her husband, while laughing. "Actually, when we go to my mother's house or visit Skandar he always clings to him. I don't think that's cool." The actress pretends to be jealous and crosses her arms.

"Confess it, your brother loves me more than you."

“Shut up” Y/n laughs as she slaps her husband on the shoulder. "He wasn't the one who accepted your marriage proposal"

"It's just that I never proposed to him." Ben laughs and watches his wife roll her eyes and hold back her laughter.

"Heavens, you suck!!" Y/n says and laughs. "But now to answer the question. Ben and I started dating when we started on The Punisher, and when I told that to Skandar. He almost freaked out. I remember when we finished recording The Chronicles of Narnia in 2010, I went back to New York to start a new project and Ben went to record The Picture of Dorian Gray, right?'

"Picture of Dorian Gray was before, I was leaving the country to record Love Without Measures" Ben corrects and Y/n snaps her fingers.

"That's true!! Well, everyone went their own way, but we still kept in touch and talked when we could. But seriously, Skandar was crazy when he said I was dating Ben." Y/n laughs.

"It was at a family lunch, right?" Ben looks at his wife and she agrees, laughing. "Y/n had taken me to London to her parents' house and Skandar was there, and look, the boy was really crazy."

"I think our first number 1 fan was him" Y/n says laughing.

"In fact"

Y/n laugh.

"We love you, King Edmund, The Just" The woman blows kisses to her brother while looking at the camera.

"We're done here, but we hope to see you in theaters to see our newest film. Once again, July 12th will be in theaters in all countries." Ben points to the camera.

The Keynes girl leans back in her chair and looks at the camera too.

"My Kind of Woman, don't forget!! I hope you like Ross and Lexie in this romantic comedy. Or rather, Ben and me" she winks with one eye.

"We're waiting for you" Ben blows a kiss to the camera and Y/n does the same.

Author: ok, I've never watched Chronicles of Narnia my whole life, and now I don't know because who I am passionate. Prince Caspian or King Edmund??

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

Ugh it's taken me like a week to post this because reformatting PF posts on my phone is a bitch so I'm gonna throw this out here so that i don't put it off any longer; my Dune Part 2 review.

Basically, I feel like I'm living through a Category 5 LOTR event in real time. I was worried going into the second film that I was overhyped and that I should temper my expectations; speculative fiction adaptations 9 times out of 10 are usually dead on arrival and Dune Part 1 already defied the odds for being as good as it was for an almost 1-to-1 recreation.

I feel like after this I could confidently trust Denis Villeneuve with my life. The man's not really making a product. He clearly LOVES sci fi. Respect for the source material oozes out of every scene of Dune, and his little tweaks and changes are done with care and with a sense of critically engaging with the story that shows real thought.

Praying to the gods that once Denis finishes the trilogy he brings out a boxset DVDs with at least three behind the scenes DVDs MINIMUM. I need to see every single aspect of production on this leviathan of a project and then ritualistically watch all three movies back to back as I would with LOTR.

Spoilers under the cut

In terms of what I liked:

I've only read the first two books in full - Children and God Emperor are next on my list to finish this year - so I can't speak as an uber knowledgeable Dune nerd who knows the books back to front, but I'm very confident when I say that Denis's changes to the source material didn't take away from the experience of the story at all.

- Chani's probably the biggest change of all in the sequel and oh my god does it revitalise her character. I was quite shocked scrolling through tags to see book readers complain about how much the movie changed her and her arc. What are they mad about? That they gave Chani something to do other than sucking Paul's dick? In the book, literally everyone is 100% behind Paul uncritically accepting every single thing he does and Chani is just one of a swarm of characters that do that. I say this with much love because I like her book counterpart but I struggle to understand the people who claim to be so invested in book Paul and Chani's dynamic as opposed to the film's when book Chani's whole character is "Wife", until Dune Messiah when she gets the "Nagging Wife" upgrade. Denis's version effectively makes her co-protagonist with Paul and it was so exciting to see that play out on screen. She became the moral litmus test and the last vestige of uncorrupted ideals in the movie; Paul's descent into fascism and betrayal of the Fremen would not have hit nearly as hard if everyone went along with it like in the book.. I really felt for Chani having to watch everyone she knows get swept up in this insane fervour. She's too dedicated to the concept of freedom to fall for the bullshit and that was such a relief ti witness. Film Chani is her own character, not just another limb of Paul's, so her story is going in a slightly different direction and I'm really excited to see that. Would not have been nearly as hyped if her whole arc was just going to be "be pregnant. die" again.

- Jessica being an absolute FREAK. She was probably my favourite character from the book and I was so pissed she wasn't in Dune Messiah. I needed to get inside her head and wiggle around in there while I was reading, and Denis fed me. In the book, I got the impression she was quite a passive participant in the prophecy, so getting to see her go full wicked witch in the film was a massive highlight. Speaking to Alia in the womb, her sinister use of The Voice (such a horrific departure from her only using it for self defence in Part 1), her FASHION. Denis needs to adapt her into Dune Messiah I refuse to watch a version of Messiah without Jessica in it.

- Stilgar came out of nowhere with the steel chair for me. The first book is filled back to back with noble fatherly leader figures so he got very lost in the shuffle and I didn't really pay attention to him that much beyond being one of Paul's many mentors. I read a tiny bit of Children before watching Part 2 and Stilgar seriously considering murdering Paul's children made me do a double take. Then seeing him in this movie blew me away. Guys I think I've slept on Stilgar all this time xD. Not gonna lie though, the film beefs up his character quite a lot from the books. I think it was a good decision to make him comedic relief, because it offsets that "religious fundamentalist" element that could put people off. It makes him much softer and more likeable. He's just a guy with big hopes and big dreams and a big heart who's a bit silly sometimes, and that makes him the ultimate prey for Paul and Jessica. It's absolutely sickening to see them exploit his sincere faith and beliefs and I'm getting upset now just thinking about all the horrific things he'll be lead to do. Denis did a fantastic job of making him a more sympathetic and softer character for people to compare with his post-timeskip Space Hitler's Right Hand Man role.

- Introducing Princess Irulan early hell yeah!! Huge improvement on the book imo; she was very much a dark horse character for this film and Florence Pugh nailed it. I loved her being the narrator much like in the book, and it was interesting to see her contribute to putting the pieces in place for the endgame, rather than just turn up at the end. More of her please, Denis!

- One of my complaints about the first film was that there wasn't enough Harkonnen action, specifically the Harkonnen-Atreides rivalry, which was talked about a bit but not really shown. Denis made all those Harkonnen scenes specifically for me. I adored the balls to the wall aesthetics and the incredibly villainous acting. This film isn't afraid of moustache twirls and villainous laughter and I LOVE that. It felt fresh. Villains who just love doing bad shit and aren't even trying to justify themselves they just LOVE being horrible creatures in their black stone murder palaces.

- What can I say about the look of the film. You've all seen it. If you haven't then go fix that. It's one of the most visually cohesive and stunning films I've seen in a long time. I don't know how a world can feel so real and yet unreal (/pos) at the same time.

- Hans Zimmer showed the fuck UP for this score. I've been listening to it nonstop all weekend. I kinda miss the Atreides bagpipes but the new horns drive me insane so it's a good tradeoff.

Things I'm on the fence about:

- I think it was a good call to remove the whole thing with Paul uh, inheriting Harah from Jamis. It gave more screentime to Chani and I think would have really put viewers off Paul when really you wanna keep people going in blind rooting for him until the third act. BUT I was surprised she wasn't in the film at all? I was convinced that the lady we see Chani talking with was supposed to be an adapted Harah, but I'm seeing everywhere online that that's not supposed to be her and Harah wasn't in the film? Why not? It just felt a bit weird that she's just some nameless Fremen.

- I'm not gonna lie I forgot Thufir existed on my first watch. I think me not missing him overall is a good sign. I didn't rewatch part 1 so I guess I assumed they'd killed him off in the Arrakeen attack, and didn't realise his part had been cut until I saw an article about it later. That was kind of disappointing. While I think the film is perfectly fine without him, I think the inclusion of his plot as kind-of prisoner kind-of strategist for the Harkonnens would have really solidified the Harkonnen-Atreides rivalry. Again because we almost never see an Atreides and Harkonnen onscreen together, so having him there to exemplify it in practice I think could have just polished things up for me personally. But also I want all films to be 5 hours long so what do I know.

- Jessica and Chani didn't interact nearly as much as I wanted them to tbh. I'm hoping that Dune Messiah beefs up their relationship.

- Timothee Chalamet

Things I didn't like:

- Not Paul btw, just Timothee

- Been saying this since the first movie but him and Zendaya were really only cast cos they're hot ticket items right now, not because they have the look and feel of the characters or the world; they just wanted to cast some hot supermodels in the roles

- Zendaya justifies her casting though by being the better actor though; I was sceptical but I came to buy her as Chani and she did a good job resonating with me

- Timothee's just a guy though, wasn't impressed

- Which is a huge problem because the emotional throughline of the movie is their romance and I just. Did not buy it. Timothee could not have paid me to believe that he was in love with Chani. They were like the definition of everybody's beautiful but nobody's horny. Just saying words with their blank hot faces. At least Zendaya put some effort in.

Anyway 10/10. This is going in my top 5 movies of all time and is one of the best book to screen adaptations I have ever seen.

[neon-green-reagent]

Buyer Beware: Cushing Curiosities

I don't normally do this. My aim is to keep things positive in this space, as much as possible. But I need to talk about the new Severin Films box set dedicated to Peter Cushing and basically beg anyone who loves Peter Cushing to not waste their money on this. When I saw they were, after multiple Christopher Lee sets, finally doing one for Cushing, I admit I got too excited and impulsively pre-ordered it. I have regretted it ever since. Okay, that's too strong. It was way too much money and time wasted on something that's about one-third good. One third is not enough, and even then I'm probably being too generous. 

The box art and presentation are beautiful. If that's all that matters to you, then you'll be delighted. The GIANT book that comes with it is also really awesome. It's informative and thorough with a lot of really cool images. I can't deny that they really went above and beyond, turning a booklet into an actual book that is well worth owning. These are a couple of the highest points you're going to experience with this set. Let's dig into the movies. 

Cone of Silence. Jesus, what a waste of fucking time. This thing was a slog. An absolute bore. If you care a whole lot about planes... Fuck, even then, you probably won't be able to sit through this, because it's so old-fashioned and drags its feet. Is this what thrillers used to be? I shudder to think. Cushing's role is small and that of a misguided villain character. He shows up to accuse a pilot of being bad at his job, gets put in his place at the end, and that's really it. I'll go ahead and make a blanket statement now that he's always good, always worth watching, but that doesn't make most of these movies worth sitting through. 

Suspect. Here's a movie that goes around and around, struggling to get to the point, trying to imitate Hitchcock but without any of the style that goes along with that. Just stationary middle shots of people talking. But don't you worry, it's not just boring! Multiple characters make cracks about how women shouldn't be working in science (Cushing's character included, which makes this an utter loser of a movie to watch for his role). The "villain" is a man with a disability who eventually kills himself, and that's treated like a GOOD OUTCOME. Some movies are old. This movie is old-minded, and it brought what was already not very engaging down to a pile of shit for me. And again, a theme you'll notice, Cushing is a side character who isn't given hardly anything to do and little screen time. Oh, and Donald Pleasence shows up and makes this face: O.O

The Man Who Finally Died. So this was at least engaging. Maybe by this point the bar was just VERY low for me, but I actually enjoyed this. It had lots of twists and turns. Despite being pre-giallo, it had a lot of those storytelling conventions, so I found myself, you know... actually watching the movie instead of struggling to stay awake. The rewatch value feels low, because once you've experienced those twists and turns, they won't shock you next time. But at least it wasn't a total wash. AND ONCE MORE CUSHING WAS BARELY IN IT, SO REGARDLESS OF THE QUALITY OF THE FILM IT WASN'T REALLY A CUSHING FILM, WAS IT? 

Sherlock Holmes. Ohhhhh God. This was not good. I managed one and a half episodes before shutting it off. I couldn't believe how shoddy everything about this was. It's a BBC Sherlock Holmes show! What happened!? I mean, I'm still not clear, but after some googling I did find out that Cushing was a fast replacement for another actor who was leaving in a huff. And the reason he left in a huff was because everything about the production truly sucked ass. It shows. And it didn't improve when Cushing came on. Everything was so clearly rushed. You can feel how everyone's just trying to remember their lines and where to stand, because they were given zero time to rehearse and prepare. I thought this would be a highlight of the set, but it's probably one of the worst aspects. At least Cushing is the main character? 

Bloodsuckers. This was great. I can finally say something was GREAT. What a relief. Cushing is still barely in it, but at least it was entertaining. It's your standard, early seventies, vampire romp. With some psychedelic weirdness thrown in toward the beginning and lots of overly sexual shenanigans. In particular, Johnny Sekka gives a great performance, and in a more modern movie, they would have made the character gay as he should have been. Also, Edward Woodward shows up for a single scene and steals the entire movie. Definitely worth watching, regardless of Cushing's ten minutes of screen time. Even though I thought the point was for it to be a CUSHING box set... 

Tender Dracula. Last but actually the best. This is an absolute ride of a movie. I loved it. My problem is this is such a crazy film, with tonal shifts galore and an unsensible plot, that I could actually see people hating it. It's a movie that is not for everyone, not by a long shot. It breaks the fourth wall, plays with stereotypes and tropes, throws out humor that sometimes lands and sometimes doesn't, and leaves your head spinning. Plenty of viewers might find the experience frustrating and not rewarding. I happened to love it and got a lot out of it, but it feels very poor for a movie like this to be probably the best thing about a shoddy box set. That's not exactly promising your customers the best they could get. BUT CUSHING IS THE STAR! Finally! One (arguably) good movie where he's the main attraction. Christ, that took long enough. 

So what do we have after all that? A set of movies that, for the most part, only tangentially involve Cushing, with his name slapped on the side of the box. Trotting out a beloved actor who isn't here to approve of what's being done for a quick buck feels pretty damn gross. Severin has made a multitude of mistakes over the years in how they've conducted their business, but this is by far the worst of them. Even with the compliments I've given this set, do not buy it. It isn't even close to being worth the price point. The fact that I spent as much as I did on this leaves me shamefaced. 

[crazyexdirkfriend]

4, 10, & 18?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? I used to love words like "nonchalant" and "naive" when I was younger writing. I'm still partial to the ole "defenestrate." I like using "zeitgeist" "semiotics" "pedagogy" "liminal" Really though, I go feral for the word "oh." Specifically when it's followed with "oh." Because I'm a sucker. 10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you? Has a piece of writing ever haunted me. Yes. I often read things I'm not able to stomach and it upsets me for days, even years after. I think it's important to read things that make me uncomfortable, but I prefer to deal with topics such as sexual assault/child abuse in fiction in the abstract or referentially (Like Dazai's No Longer Human). Graphic scenes tend to play over and over in my mind and I suppose "haunt" me in a way. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but I don't particularly enjoy it. Has my own writing haunted me. In the sense that I have lost access to my old fanfiction account from when I was 12 and what I wrote there haunts me. I'd be able to handle the embarrassment of my bad writing. I'm not abale to handle the embarrassment of my subject matter, which varied from "oh my goooooood what the fuck that's beyond cringe" to "someone commissioned a twelve year old to write this and that says more about them than me but the internet is not famously a place of nuance." I have nightmares about it sometimes.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage. Okie doke! Going to take this passage from Neverland, Baby!

So I hit and killed a deer in late October/early November 2023. And I'd also done some research the previous year into both Baudrillard's theories of simulation and emotional reaction. In brief, Baudrillard's text Simulacra and Simulation says there are four stages of simulation, going from basic reflection of reality to entirely removed from it. You may have seen memes about it such as x This text in the current day also posits that we live in a simulation, in that we experience life through serieses of images that no longer reflect reality. Everything we consume is derivative, from ads that make no sense unless you understand three niche micro-trends on tiktok and memes that rely on your built upon knowledge of internet culture, to derivative referential pop and remake after remake. "I understand that reference!" core. Nothing is sincere. Emotional reactions are also "not sincere." In that we, as a society, have become so used to images-- which have "coding," ie. cinema rules, comic timing, actors etc.-- that we judge innate human reactions based on what we are used to seeing on the screen. What we believe to be a "human emotional reaction" is instead a series of movements or facial gestures that are typically understood to indicate a specific emotion. Someone opens their mouth, widens their eyes, raises their brows? They're shocked! But if you film 100 people getting a fright, studies show that most of them do not exhibit this response. Some people laugh, some people cry, some people don't react at all. The belief that emotional reactions can be judged or that we can detect people's emotions based solely on their reactions leads to discrimination against anyone who expresses themselves "incorrectly." (I'm not getting into this, but the Amanda Knox case is a pretty famous example of the judicial system trying to convict based on "inappropriate reactions.") Back to this passage! In this passage, Dirk and Jake are arguing in the car and Jake looks away from the road. He hits a deer. Drawing on my own experience having hit a deer here, I was pretty shocked. And for about ten seconds after I stopped the car, I sat there and thought-- shit, this would happen to me, wouldn't it? And I looked in the mirror, and my face was entirely blank. I'm pretty openly autistic, and I'm someone who has at least done preliminary study into some of these phenomena. I still rang my parents (so they could ring the gardaí) after I had spent about ten more seconds forcing myself into the socially acceptable level of hysteria. I don't have any particular instincts when it comes to shock. I generally start shaking at some point from adreneline (which is biological) but I do not have a set of facial expressions. I was set on fire before and didn't react at all. I think sometimes it makes you feel worse to not feel anything at all, or to at least not visibly feel anything at all. It makes you feel like you lack humanity, and then that "the perception of your lack of humanity" matters more than the lack of humanity itself. I think this is something Dirk struggles with canonically-- being perceived to be less than human, to be robotic in nature. I think it's understandable.

I've lost my train of thought but I think that covers everything. Except final note- Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulation inspired The Matrix, which is why that's mentioned.

[imagine-knb]

hihi!! it came as a shock to me to see one of my favourite imagines blogs from my teenage years start posting again. i remember religiously checking for new posts after school everyday, haha. so, thank you for reviving this.

as for an ask: could i get Akashi, Takao and Izuki in a university AU, where they fall in love with reader at a cafe? sorry if it’s too specific!

No, thank you for continuing to support us! It's definitely been fun being back so far; I forgot how much I love writing for these characters (and writing in general)! And I love this ask; there was a small coffeeshop near my apartment in college that I frequented. Really lovely place to get my caffeine fix.Admin Neon

Izuki:

Resume in hand, Izuki said the first thing that came to his mind as the manager of the coffeeshop he'd entered greeted him. "I'm here for the job opening?" He hadn't meant for it to come out like a question.

But how could it not when all thoughts in his head had ceased to function upon seeing you standing behind the counter? He felt fried, hit by an infatuation he didn't know how to explain. And when you smiled at him, cheeks dimpling, he felt like he could melt into a puddle right then and there.

He absolutely needed to get this job.

"Are you sure about that?" you asked, coming around the counter to meet him halfway from the door. At his confused expression in response, your smile widened a bit and you laughed. "I'm only teasing because you just sounded confused."

He watched as you glanced down at the resume in his hands. Suddenly, Izuki felt rather silly for printing one out for a position as a barista. Was it overkill? His embarrassment was calmed when you held out your hand to take it, reading it over quickly once it was in your grasp.

"When do you think you can start?" you asked, eyes still on the page. He wondered if you were actually reading it. He wondered if you were trying to memorize anything.

"As soon as you need me to," Izuki answered quickly.

He was rewarded with another one of your smiles. "Great, you're hired. Your first day will be this Friday, 6:00AM sharp. I'll be your trainer."

As you gave him a wink, Izuki felt his pulse pick up in pace exponentially. Maybe the job wasn't a good idea.

Takao:

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans filled his sinuses as Takao opened the door to a small coffee shop next to his university. He was greeted by a chorus of hellos from the staff, the sound rehearsed and scripted. He let out a low greeting himself, waiting for the inevitable—

"Oh, Takao, welcome back!"

There it was.

He grinned as he sauntered toward the small countertop, a sign reading "pickup here" in chalky penmanship letting him know he'd stopped at the wrong end of the counter. But that didn't matter. When you were on shift, he could always skip the line.

"I've been experimenting with something new I'd like you to try," you told him as he started leaning against the counter, bending closer to you.

"Sounds exciting," he mused. It sounded like a stomachache waiting to happen — you weren't the best at making drinks when written recipes weren't involved. But Takao would suffer a thousand stomach aches if it meant getting to spend these precious few moments with you every morning. "How much do I owe you for it today?"

As you turned to start making your mystery concoction, you threw a wink over your shoulder at him. "It's on the house today."

Takao's grin widened, enamored by the ease at which your confidence was given to him.

His stomach was definitely going to hurt today.

Akashi:

The atmosphere of the coffeeshop was relaxed, the music played low and the conversations kept to a minimum. It was the perfect spot for studying and Akashi found himself doing just that quite often. Being that he spent so much time there, he sometimes found himself taking short breaks to people watch. Usually it was boring, but every so often he found someone to be of interest.

Closing his laptop screen, Akashi picked up the ceramic mug the shop had offered him for his drink. It was still warm to the touch, the coffee inside hot. As he took a slow sip, he let his fingers smooth over the lettering on the side of the cup. It was a cliche — something kin to live, laugh, love — and it was your favorite.

You had caught his attention, often frequenting the coffeeshop at the same times he had. And he had noticed a while ago that you always asked the barista for this mug in specific. It had him curious. So he'd picked it for himself, hoping it would start something.

"Excuse me." And apparently it had worked because you were standing before him, hands on your hips and a slightly annoyed look to your face. "That's my mug."

He quirked a brow, trying to hide the smile on his face behind a second sip of his drink. "I beg your pardon?"

The polite tone he gave you had seemed to throw you for a loop, as the attitude you once had was dropped in a second. Replaced by confusion, your brows furrowed. "I just... I like that one. It's special."

"Oh?" Akashi was intrigued. Maybe too intrigued. He gestured to the seat across from him. "I'm almost finished with it. Would you like to sit and wait? You can tell me all about why it's so special."

When you sat down, a slight huff returning to you, Akashi was glad his plan had worked.

[fuckyeah-jessicabiel]

Jessica Biel for Details Magazine, September 2002

JENNY GAGE AND TOM BETTERTON : When shooting all-American beauty Jessica Biel (page 256), husband-and- wife team Tom Betterton and Jenny Gage wanted to keep things real. "At this point in her career, it seems like everyone wants to sex her up," says Betterton. "But her beauty is very nat- ural." The couple has shot for W, among other magazines, and has a video instal- lation opening at the Luhring Augustine Gallery in New York this month.

"If you don't sign my ass, I'm gonna have to do fifteen shots of Jack Daniel's." Rarely in the course of a lifetime does an individual get a clear opportunity to directly affect the destiny of a complete stranger. For Jessica Biel, the chance to prevent a tragic death—or at least a long, ugly night of toilet hugging-came at 4 A.M. during pledge week of her freshman year at Tufts University.

Emboldened by copious amounts of liquor (and no doubt a few keg stands), a staggering pack of frat boys descended on Biel's dorm room with a mission- to get her to scrawl her name on a pledge's butt. Despite the obscene hour, Biel shook off her initial shock and took Sharpie in hand.

"The poor guy just drops trou and bends over right in front of me," Biel says, trying her best not to blush. "So I reached out and scribbled some illegible thing, and then they took off. You know, I hope they were serious, because I felt really bad. Fifteen shots of Jack? That could kill somebody."

While it's possible that her squeaky-clean work on the WB dramedy 7th Heaven brought her to the attention of Tufts' homy mob of chronic masturbators, more likely it was her ill-fated brush with kiddie-porn infamy when she was 17. Biel sus- pected that her Heaven-sent image had kept her from landing the meaty role in American Beauty that went to Thora Birch. So, at a magazine shoot, she had Frank W. Ockenfels 3 take pictures of her sprawled out in nothing but high heels and a thong. As if the photos weren't saucy enough, the article painted her as a foul- mouthed Lolita trying to bait Aaron Spelling into booting her off the show so she could pursue a proper big-screen career.

Part One of the equation worked like a charm: Soon after the story hit news- stands in March 2000, her character was packed off to do some soul-searching, and returns in just a handful of episodes. But the movie-star part? Well, let's

just say that the resounding thud of her first post-pinup role-Summer Catch- made her realize that there are worse fates than an eternity in Heaven.

"Yes, the pictures were supposed to be a little more mature and sexy than what I'd done before, but it went further than what I expected or wanted it to, she says. "Looking back, I would've made a different choice. I learned a shitload from the experience and grew a lot—but I wouldn't do it again.”

The year at Tufts helped bring her back to earth; tiny Medford, Massachu setts, was the perfect place to plot her next move. "I was pretty depressed, but most of all I was angry that I put myself in that situation," she says. "I never wanted to get off 7th Heaven. I just wanted to go to college."

She'll return to Tufts this fall, but not before giving the movies another shot In October she'll star alongside James Van Der Beek, Shannyn Sossamon, and Kip Pardue in The Rules of Attraction. Based on the Bret Easton Ellis novel, it'sa satiric look at a sexual triangle among friends at a New England liberal-arts col lege. Biel passed on a nude scene, but still manages to play against type-jus like she's always wanted.

"What's most impressive about Jess is that she's really brave when the camera rolls," says Van Der Beek. "There was this one scene where she had to break down and cry, and she nailed it on the first take. She absolutely grabbed the scene by the balls. The girl knows her shit."

Biel admits that returning to the cineplex after her public comeuppance is bit nerve-racking, but she's ready to put the controversy behind her. "You do crazy things when you're 17, and I've changed a lot since then," the 20-year-old says with a smile. "I'm finally ready to show people that there is very different side of me."

The woman in Bungalow 27 at the Topanga Ranch Motel is getting nervous. So is the dandered militia of meowing cats pouring from every loose shingle of her beachfront cottage. She emerges from behind her rusting screen door, kitty tucked under one arm, and steps over an assortment of food-encrusted dishes to size up Biel.

"This isn't a party, is it?" she demands.

Biel names the approaching stranger Cat Woman under her breath, then charms her into submission. "Yes, ma'am," she says, managing to sound more sweet than smarmy. "The frat boys are on their way." Curiosity quenched, the Cat Woman herds her feline conga line back into the house and retreats.

Looking like a SoCal queen with her low-slung jeans and flip-flops, Biel has and arrived at this Pacific-coast hideaway to step in front of a photographer's lens once again. This time around, she'll prove she can turn it on without taking it off. After she wraps up here, she'll hop a plane for Austin to begin filming the just remake of seventies trash classic The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. A horror junkie,

Biel snagged the role by auditioning for producer Michael Bay himself, and she's obviously ecstatic about reimagining Leatherface's sordid tale.

She coils up on the bed of the cramped motel room and rocks back and forth as she excitedly describes one of the scenes.

"I jump out a window and gash my knee, but I'm still running," she explains, eyes wide. "I'm in these semi-stiletto clogs and I trip and twist my ankle. So now I'm bleeding and I've got a busted ankle. But I'm not the typical horror-movie wuss girl-not at all. I get right back up on my feet and keep on running." Falling down and getting back up again? It's something Biel has become pretty damn good at. Leatherface had better watch out.■

[mimisempai]

The red tie

Summary

While getting ready for the day, Mycroft notices that one of his ties is missing. And not just any tie, but the one Greg says he likes best. Where has this red tie mysteriously disappeared to?

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #24 - “One of them’s missing.”

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Rating G - 903 words

"One of them is missing."

Mycroft glanced quizzically at the drawer where all his ties and matching pouches were perfectly arranged and lined up.

There was no doubt, one of his ties was missing.

Of course, he knew immediately which one it was.

The red burgundy one with the little white dots.

"My favorite one."

Greg.

He could still hear his voice when he had taken it from him.

"I've always admired your impeccable taste, the elegance with which only you can wear all those fancy suits. But my favorite thing of all is this tie."

Greg gently pulled the red tie, sliding it down his chest, then letting it fall to the floor, replacing it with his arms around Mycroft's neck.

Then, his lips against Mycroft's, he continued, "It's my favorite because it's the one you wore the first time you called me in to talk about Sherlock. So severe and cold, so sure of your power. And now here you are, at my mercy, your cheeks the same shade as your tie and..." Greg slid his hand down Mycroft's chest to his heart before continuing, "...and your heart beats so strongly for me. How did I ever think you were cold?"

Mycroft put his hand on his and replied, "You are the only one who has that power, my dear Greg. Who makes me feel like this..." then he bent his head and pressed his lips to his lover's before dragging him to the bed, leaving the red tie on the floor.

Mycroft shook his head to clear his mind. This was no time to get lost in memories, even if they were extremely pleasant.

He called out, "Greg, did you happen to borrow a tie from me?"

When he didn't get an answer, Mycroft remembered that the detective had told him that he had a press conference and that he wanted to leave early to prepare for it, not being very comfortable with this kind of exercise.

Mycroft took his watch from his pocket and, looking at the time, thought he might still have time to attend, if only for moral support. He would solve the mystery of his missing tie later. 

Some time later, he slipped into the room where the press conference was taking place, trying to see without being seen.

As soon as he saw Greg, who was the main speaker, it took all his experience as a diplomat not to gasp.

The mystery of the red tie was solved.

It was around Greg's neck.

After the shock of surprise came the question.

Why was his lover wearing his tie?

Then he watched Greg closely.

For all the anxiety and discomfort his lover had confessed to feeling during such an event, Mycroft found him extremely relaxed and professional. He could not have done it better himself.

However, he noticed a certain pattern in his lover's behavior.

Whenever a slightly more difficult question was asked, Greg would reach for his tie and discreetly slide it between his fingers.

As if Mycroft's tie gave him some kind of comfort or support.

But it wasn't... was it?

When the press conference ended, Mycroft took advantage of the rush of journalists who wanted to ask the last questions and left, suspecting that Greg would have absolutely no time for an idle conversation about his tie. Not that idle, actually.

But in the car, on the way to his own office, he picked up his phone and typed out a message.

You look lovely in red.

M.

Sent 9:30 am

Just when he thought he wouldn't get an immediate answer, his phone began to vibrate.

You were there?

G

Received 9:31 am

Absolutely. 

By the way, 

you did a great job.

M.

Sent 9:33 am

Thank you. It means 

a lot coming from you.

And... sorry about your tie.

G.

Received 9:34 am

No harm done. 

It looks great on you. 

Lovely, as I told you.

But may I ask why?  

And why this one?

M.

Sent 9:36 am

The little dots dancing on the screen told Mycroft that Greg was responding. They also told him that he needed time to formulate his response.

Because it's my favorite.

And because I needed 

something to give me courage. 

Because thinking about you 

gives me courage 

and strength.

G.

Received 9:40 am

Although Mycroft had thought about it before, seeing it written like that left him speechless. He realized, now that he was sure of it, that every time Greg had touched his tie during that press conference, it had been to take courage from the one thought of Mycroft. It was breathtaking.

His phone vibrated in his hand.

Are you upset?

G.

Received 9:44 am

In order to reassure his lover as to his state of mind, Mycroft hastened to reply.

I can't wait until tonight, 

in the privacy of our room, 

to take that tie off your neck 

and show you how NOT upset I am.

M.

Sent 9:46 am

Can't wait for tonight.

Have a great day.

Love.

G.

Received 9:47 am

As he got out of the car and made his way to his office, Mycroft thought that it was going to be a long day before evening.

But perhaps he wouldn't have to wait?

What if this time he was the one who brought his red tie detective some coffee?

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[risu5waffles]

Holy crow, what an absolute monster to look at this week. This was such a difficult one to review, because it's so outside the scope of what we usually look at, and it's such a labour of care, love, and dedication, i really wanted to get it right and do it justice. It's kind of hard because none of the ratings in my system really encompass its successes, but also its necessary-to-acknowledge flaws.

To the positive, it is just shocking how much this doesn't look or play like a typical LBP level. Yeah, if you're familiar wiv the decoration sets, you can tell, but the arrangement and detailing call to mind some of Chris_Redwalker6's best eyecandy levels; wiv the added bonus that it all loads in and runs wiv out too much lag (definitely due to spreading it all out over seven linked levels). The handling of the craft, as well, is so far from the usual, even having a fairly good idea how the base logic was pulled off, it was easy to forget that your sackthing is in the level somewhere.

The environments are expansive, and the lighting excellent (at least in a pure visual sense. Sometimes it could be a touch dark for gameplay, and i'd recommend playing in a room wivout too much direct sunlight); there's just enough movement to give things a sense of life. There are a few extremely nice mechanical contraptions, and although i felt the boss fight was one of the weaker aspects of the level, it was still impressively pulled off.

Things start to feel a bit rough interacting wiv some of the puzzles, particularly ones that required the flame shot. While the reticule moveable in and out of layer was well handled, it was very hard to get a feel for precisely where it was in relation (depth-wise) to what you were shooting at; and since you've got to wait a bit for the fires to ignite, wivout much feedback until they do, it can be easy to have the reticule where you think it's supposed to be, only to be wrong and have to fiddle wiv it for a minute or so before pulling it off seemingly on accident. Movement of both your craft and the reticule feel sluggish as well, which is actually kind of nice in that it forces you to really absorb your surroundings, but it makes fighting sections to be a real slog, since the enemy ships can dart along far more quickly than you can.

The real big issue here, tho', is something that the creator really can't account for, but absolutely will (potentially) impact anyone engaging wiv the creation. The level is very big, very chonky, and very complex, and LBP3 does not like any of that. This may be mitigated playing on PS5, i can't say, but the level broke for me twice, same spot each time, and that was already about a half-hour in. A full playthrough wiv nothing going wrong, and wivout getting too hung up on the puzzles, is going to run you a little over an hour (i had to trim out every loading screen, and full-to-black scene transition just to get it short enough for ShareFactory to let me make it one archive video, and that came to 58minutes). It's hard for me to unreservedly recommend that to players, and i can completely understand someone getting half-way through like i did, having it break, and not having the time or inclination to try it again. That's not fair either to the level, or to the creator; but it is the honest truth. i still recommend the level, and strongly; it is very much a worthwhile experience; but keep your time needs in mind when you do. If it does break, and you still want to give it another shot, i recommend closing out of LBP3 completely and coming back in again, that seemed to fix it for me.

[the-traveling-poet]

hey hey hey I love your writing sm!! hope your doing well ml :)

Would you be up to writing some kind of one shot where Levi is a famous actor/singer/writer or whatever you think he would be, and the reader could either be also famous or a fan of his? I��ll leave it up to you to decide if you ever do write it and please have all the creative freedom you need!

if you do get to my request thank you! 🤍✨

Autograph

The finale of your favorite tv series was a bittersweet end. As excited as you had been to see how the producers would wrap up the story, it saddened you greatly to ‘say goodbye’ to your favorite character’s actor; Levi Ackerman. But with the end of the show came a new beginning for you. One that starts at the casting crew’s first ever meet and greet.

Pairings: Actor!Levi x Fan!Reader

Warnings: Modern!AU, fluff, idol worship, F!reader

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: Yay my first modern!au request!! I felt like actor was the right path for modern Levi, not that he wouldn’t be a phenomenal singer cause oh lawd that vOICE- Thank you sm Maddy, and I’m finally doing better rn physically and mentally than I was! I hope the same can be said with you🤎As always if anything written doesn’t match your preferences I’ll happily rewrite!

Enjoy 🤎

Part 2 | Part 3

At first, you thought it was merely a joke. Perhaps a fellow fan’s attempt at crafting a reality they desired to live.

Squinting your eyes at the screen in your hand, you read over the post another couple of times before feeling satisfied this wasn’t just some fan’s shit posting. How could it be, with the post having been shared by so many already?

As you checked the account’s page for validity, you nearly let your phone slip through your fingertips.

It was real. This was happening…

Your phone screen shone brightly in the dark living room, illuminating your shocked expression to yourself in the simple mirror hung on the far wall. With shaking hands you scrolled down the page just one more time. How could you sleep soundly tonight without making sure this was absolutely legitimate?

Lo and behold, you confirmed to yourself for the nth time that, this official page was, in fact, the one you had been following religiously for the past several months.

Your favorite show’s director was holding the casting crew’s first ever live meet and greet, held in a city only a couple hours drive away from your quaint apartment.

With your breath stuck snugly in your throat, you swiped off the social media platform and checked your bank statements. The meet and greet was expensive, as you’d have expected, but was this really an opportunity you could just pass up on? A chance to meet the people behind the show that had indirectly changed your life for the better?

I’ll just make the money back with my next paycheck…

You felt light headed as you finally loosed the breath lodged in your throat and returned to the official page with the intent of purchasing your pass. Thought the process took much longer than you had expected it to, you couldn’t find it within yourself to complain about the shitty wifi connection hindering your transaction. Never once in your life had you been this gleeful to spend such money in one sitting on yourself, but everyone deserved to treat themselves every once in awhile, you reasoned to yourself.

And on an experience such as this one? You would have gladly spent double your total. As the payment went through, you sighed to yourself in relief. Your rainy day fund you took money out of your paycheck for every two weeks finally did you some good.

Glancing back at the bright screen, you couldn’t stop the giddy grin that spread across your lips at the poster image located just above your e-receipt featuring the main protagonists of the show, all but one grinning and smile at the camera.

Of course, the odd one out would be your favorite.

Typically, when developing a fictional crush in your past, it remained just that; fictional. You often fell for a character’s complex story, and merely kept your fixation based around the actor’s part in the film. But with Levi Ackerman, your fictional crush blurred the lines between character and actor.

It all started when you decided to watch through all the deleted and extended scenes of the show, finding a laugh in Levi’s crude humor on set towards one of his cast mates, and they way he always managed to stay in character even during the blooper reels. Well, mostly anyways.

Soon after, you took to scouring the internet for every piece of behind the scenes footage you could get your hands on, just to see him.

His interviews, his bloopers, his day-to-day rehearsals on set with the crew, his mostly inactive social media accounts. The list was ever growing.

The lord only knew how many times you’d had to purchase more storage for your phone with the amount of saved footage you’d created folders for.

Now, with the chance to meet the man himself? To speak with him and his cast mates just after the finale aired? Your heart raced in your chest erratically with all the possibilities and imaginative scenarios in which you’d learn more of the man from his own mouth.

Once more you checked your phone for the time.

One week, at noon…This is going to be the longest week of my life…

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Finally, after many restless nights spent worrying over and obsessing over the meet and greet interview, the fated day had arrived.

Checking your phone one last time in the threshold of your apartment door, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the texts lining rows on your home screen. Throughout every shift that week you’d made it known to every one of your coworkers the event you would be attending that weekend. Your friends weren’t victimless either; listening to you ramble and drone on about your love for this show and its cast.

By now they nearly had the show memorized from your retelling, but that never stopped you from explaining your hyper fixations further.

Slipping into your car, you placed your well worn key into the ignition and grinned as the engine hummed to life. After placing your bag in the passenger seat, you quickly read through the well wishes of luck texted to you by your closest of friends. They may not harbor the same obsession as you, but their support warmed your heart.

Reversing out of your parking spot, you squinted your eyes up at the rising sun. It was better to arrive far earlier than the event time, you reasoned, to avoid the crowds that would soon follow you into the building and find a decent place to park.

And so off you went, turning out of the complex and onto the highway.

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Finding a decent spot somewhat near the building, you parked. For the hundredth time now, you felt the need to check your phone’s map to reassure yourself you were, in fact, in the right spot. At the right time. Again your calendar reminded you; Today, noon.

Releasing a shaky sigh you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you released your grip on your phone and tucked it away. After grabbing your bag and turning off your car, you slowly opened the driver’s door and stepped out onto the pavement.

All around you were vehicles pulling into the parking lot. Horns would sound as a driver tried their hardest to find a place to park in a hurry, while in other directions some muffled shouts arose from the still morning air from excited fans having made their arrival.

You checked your outfit over, smoothing out any wrinkles and bunches in the fabric before you felt satisfied enough to make an appearance.

Today was the day, and by god were you as ready as you would ever be.

The moment you stepped foot inside the lobby, you became aware of just how large the crowd had grown around you. Many pushed through the doors, some wearing fancy attire while others adorned merchandise from the show. You smiled to yourself at the sight, wondering briefly if you were perhaps underdressed or not dressed quite enough. Shaking your head, you decided you looked as fine as you could in what you had chosen for the day.

At a desk sat before double doors at the end of the hall, you showed the guards your e-receipt on your phone, to which they merely nodded with a curt smile and allowed you entrance to the room beyond.

Upon entering, you took note that the room was still filling up, forming lines towards a wide table taking up the space of the back wall. You’d seen enough live interviews on the web to know the cast would soon take their places there, so you hurried into line, praying against all odds Levi Ackerman would be set at the chair near the end of the line you occupied.

Half an hour later, you sighed with relief as your silent prayer had been answered. For at the head of the line, behind the pristine tabletop, sat the actor himself.

Shifting anxiously from foot to foot, you felt you could barely contain your excitment and nervousness.

Despite having rehearsed many a time in your mind what you might say to the man you idolized, you worried it would be quite right. So once more, you preformed the act of your simple speech to yourself, pray in you wouldn’t fumble to harshly when you got to talk to him.

It seemed to take an eternity to move only two paces ahead of your spot, but you reminded your impatient self that this would all be well worth your time.

Eventually, when your turn came up to greet the man, you merely froze as the spot ahead of you opened up.

Seeing him up close in person was much more humbling than you’d imagined it to be. No matter how close to the camera you had seen him through before, nothing could have prepared you for how it would feel to be the person only feet away from his presence.

You hesitantly stepped forward, absentmindedly scolding yourself from not bringing a beverage with you to wet your suddenly dry throat. The moment you stepped forward and raised your hand in awkward greeting, Levi met your eye through thick inly bangs.

His eyes lazily drifted up your form, briefly stopping to glance at the way you nervously gripped at your own hands and bag strap, before meeting your eyes. Immediately, his gaze seemed to almost soften, eyelids covering less of his pupils and his brows became less furrowed while he evaluated you. For a moment, his gaze held something akin to interest, as though you were the spectacle of this event rather than himself.

But with a rapid blink of your eyes, the look was gone. Now, it felt as though his eyes were searching your very soul for something to judge. You gulped silently, feeling more nervous now than you had when you first parked your car in the lot.

“H-hi, I’m Y/N,” you greeted softly with a nervous smile. “I uhh…I love your character in the show, as-as well as your acting.”

“I’d introduce myself to you, miss Y/N, but I doubt that’s necessary, given the circumstances,” Levi drawled out, in a tone near bored. But his eyes…his eyes told a different story than the one his tone conveyed.

Shifting on your feet, your emotions fought between nervousness and excitement. Your mind couldn’t quite make itself up on which emotion to convey as you watched the handsome man sat before you, so instead you decided to shake the invasive thoughts clouding your mind and simply speak.

“I uhh, I’m not sure how much time you have per fan, but, well… I love your part in the films. Both your character and your acting. The way you keep in character, even off set, is really impressive.”

Levi glanced around the gathering, mentally counting through the many heads bobbing through the lines towards himself and his cast mates. He hummed to himself, seeming to contemplate what he was about to say.

“I have plenty of time to answer your questions. You all paid enough to be here, the least I could return is ample time for conversation. So thank you, though I get that one often.”

He shifted in his chair, regarding you with an air of curiosity. With a fist on his chin, he glanced you up and down once more.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it, though. I believe the reason I fit the role the way that I do, is because this is just how I am in general.”

At his response you couldn’t help but grin and bite at your lower lip with giddy excitement. God, his voice, the nonchalant vibe he carried about himself, the sharp yet soft eyes…even the way he sat in his seat with one leg crossed over the other as he leaned forward over the table towards you. You could have sworn you saw the slightest upturn in the corner of his lips as he regarded your statement.

“Well you’re a perfect fit, in my opinion.” You gushed, daring to take another step closer. “I love watching you. Well, what I mean is, I uhh- You’re-you’re nice to watch. But I don’t mean…I…”

And just like that, your composure broke entirely. Any concentration you had before fell at your feet in embarrassingly jagged shards.

The sound of a muffled chuckle brought you out of your mental spiral, making your eyes dart back up towards the man. In all your deep web searches of the man for content, you’d seldom heard him chuckle, much less muffle his laughter. The sound caught you by such surprise you barely registered the words he spoke next.

“I’m-i’m sorry…what did you say?” You mumbled, daring to look him in the eyes.

“I said you’re adorable, really. It’s fair to be nervous, but surely I’m not that threatening off set. You’re flustered.” He spoke smoothly, never taking his eyes off yours. Again you drew a blank, this time understanding him but still at a loss for words. The minute smirk perched on his lips was ever present, making you shift uncertainly in your spot.

“I’ve just…Well, I’ve looked forward to this all week. I had everything planned out to say but…You’re so…” You trailed off, slowly coming back out of your shell once more. Or at least, you attempted to, before Levi suddenly pulled out a pen.

“Tell you what, brat. I’ll sign you a paper, and maybe add in a number off to the side. Perhaps you’ll be more coherent over the phone, when you don’t have to gawk at me.”

Stunned into silence once more, you intently watched as Levi drew out his unique signature, and after a pause in which he looked back up towards you with contemplation, add a series of numbers scrawled out just under his name.

“Yeah…yeah sure, I can do that,” You managed to squeak out, shakily taking the paper from him once he offered it up.

With a smile, he glanced once more around the room before standing from his chair and leaning across the table towards you.

“This shitty event ends around 5pm. I suppose you’ll have your phone on hand around then?”

Before you could answer, one of the set’s guards motioned towards the both of you that the next fan was in line and ready, so you merely gave Levi an eager nod while clutching the paper in your hand close to your chest.

As you walked back towards the row of chairs to take a seat for the interview to begin in an hour’s time, you raised a hand towards your own face and felt the skin of your cheeks was quite warm. Glancing back down at the note Levi had written you, you memorized the digits there and immediately put them into your phone as you took a seat.

With shaking hands you returned your phone to your pocket, only to look out across the room and accidentally meed Levi’s eye from the table. Catching your look, he shot you a near smug, subtle smile.

[overnightshipping]

Finished that Hot New Mario Game, Super Mario Bros. Wonder. It was pretty good! Unfortunately I also came out of the experience feeling somewhat underwhelmed. Still good though.

Firstly, the thing that I was shocked to find that was the absolute best part of the game for me: the online multiplayer! When this was first shown off in Nintendo's presentation it looked incredibly boring and barely of note, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The online multiplayer in this game was legitimately a game changer for me and is by far my favorite thing this game does. I truly hope Nintendo continues to do something like this in future platformers.

How it works is that if you are online, every time you start up a level (or the map screen, but the levels are more relevant) the game will pair you with up to three other people online who are also playing that level. They show up on your screen as ghosts, so you see them jumping around and doing stuff but cannot directly interact with them, and they cannot directly interact with you (or your instance of the level). You can communicate with other players by doing little emotion bubbles, like a smiley face or a megaphone. When a player dies, if there are other players nearby, they will become a ghost and can touch another (alive) player to come back at that spot without losing a life. Players can also place standees, one per level as I understand it, which other players can touch to come back to life in the same way.

What this does is make the online multiplayer this wonderful little experience where you can perform random acts of kindness to help other players around the world, just for the heck of it. You can team up and sync up your progress to get past a hard part of a stage, or you can show each other secrets. Or you can just go through levels together, having fun together at the same time, like parallel play across the world. It's really, really good! I had a brief stretch where I did three levels in a row with some random person online and we kept making happy emotions at each other as we went through the levels together and it was great. Truly put a smile on my face.

The game itself is as good as ever, with immaculately crafted levels as one would expect from a Mario. The parts I found underwhelming, however, were the length and variety. The game's gimmick - Wonder - promises that every stage will have some weird and wacky thing to throw at you, and while a lot of these are as weird and wacky and unique as one might expect, others are really one note and don't do much. And a lot of them get repeated, which isn't terrible, but it does put a damper on the Wonder if you're just doing the same sequence again in a slightly different place.

The most egregious element is definitely the boss fights, which are nothing to write home about. Ironically, these are some of the least creative and unique boss fights in the 2D Mario games as of late? You fight Bowser Jr. like four times and each time has some minor environmental gimmick and that's about it. It's really silly. Kamek keeps showing up and just carrying Jr. around and I keep thinking "hey, can't you make a cool and memorable boss fight like in Yoshi's Island?"

I also just wish it was longer and had more challenge levels. It has notably fewer end-game challenges than the closest point of comparison in Mario 3D World, and only a few of the Special World stages really challenged me. Part of this may be mismatched expectations for me, though - I had heard that Wonder got pretty hard and was just a tad disappointed when it never got noticeably harder than the usual Mario Special World fare.

Still, though, I had a helluva lot of fun with it. And got damn is the game's art style a win - it's easily the best 3D art style Mario has ever had (excluding Paper Mario) and I truly hope they continue to build on it or experiment with art styles for future games.

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary. Sigh. Deep breaths.

Recently I had been scrolling through the social media and I found a post that upset me to the nth degree.

The post was from a dear friend who I absolutely adore and worship and as foolish as it sounds, I’ve been known to hang onto to her every word.

As I begin to share this story about my life and very much like Tina Turner once said, “I’m done with this and I’m just not going back to ancient history anymore because I’m done talking about it.”

The post talked about rape.

I was 13 years old when I was raped by a family friend. Without going through the process of getting my nerves worked, I was upstairs in the 4th floor and a raucous party was happening on the 3rd floor.

I remained silent about this for years until during a screening match with my mom, I blurted it out and then as I once told my lawyer, I was about to testify in a courtroom, “I can tell you that I am able to relive that experience with explicit detail.” His jaw dropped to the floor. However that’s a story for another time.

Back in 1974, apparently only women are able to be raped. Yet it was not spoken about as much as it is today. Almost 50 years later, I still get pissed off.

Little boys and men had never been sexually assaulted before or at least it had never been reported before.

I was raped in February 1974 and then I had moved to NYC in March 1974. I had a nervous breakdown because I was silent. I didn’t even mention it to the various shrinks I was going to at the time.

Years later, I found out about Tawana Brawley and Reverend Al Sharpton. I dare you to get on the Googler Schmoogler and look at what happened.

Now we have learned about E. Jean Carroll.

In between then and now, I had appeared in the audience of The Geraldo Rivera Show. The topic was about men who were survivors of sexual violence in their lives and in prison. I think that there just might be a video of me talking about it but I’m not gonna look.

I also remember a movie starring Jody Foster, it’s called “The Accused,” from 1991. To the best of my knowledge it is a true story that took place in New Bedford, Massachusetts.

Sigh. Deep breaths.

Over the years I learned how some people had lost their shit and screamed rape, and ultimately we came to learn that it was all a lie. One incident that was so shocking to me was the person who had said that they had been raped by person or persons known or unknown to them. The truth was ultimately revealed to the world. The person had been rejected, denied and dismissed but still had no moral compass. Yes, it does happen that people get it twisted and they feel some kind of way about being rejected and shit goes down.

Motherfucker, I’ve been rejected and I’ve cried and wondered why I couldn’t give it away. For fucks sake, I opened up the store and practically gave the goods away, I mean I’ve exposed myself in public and still was told, “No fucking way. It ain’t gonna happen.” I felt crushed like a cockroach.

Yet I have empathy for the survivors and my heart breaks for them and the luggage that they carry around with them over the years. Some like me have lost their luggage and have moved on with their lives but others haven’t. I’m not just going to shoo them away but I’m going to embrace them and hopefully offer them the tools to help them find peace on their journey.

The one of my many issues is that I personally have the tools in my toolbox to do things and I give a wide berth to those who are still working and struggling.

I certainly don’t judge et cetera because I’ve been there before and have people looking at me and questioning. I think about Tawana and in between to E. Jean. Like a dodecahedron, each one of these things have twelve distinct sides to look at and examine and then, in some cases, jump to conclusions. I don’t. I believe in the person who told the story and I believe it is up to me to decide yet I’m here for you regardless. I’ll be that pit-bull terrier with lipstick and I won’t let go.

Maybe I’m just not making sense here and I’m being pretentious probably and trying not to sound as if I’m projecting my male toxicity on you but in my head I’m able to tackle this subject and tell you that I’m in a better place now because the person who hurt me is dead. I have the knowledge that I know that he died. It was a slow painful death and he suffered greatly. I’m not sure if I was his only victim or had this been a pattern that was perpetrated on others. I’ll never know and I forgave myself first and I’m hoping that he at peace with himself and his family on the other side.

In conclusion, I feel horrible that I had to learn this about you. I want to hold you and let you know that I am here for you and if I had a magic wand to make it all better, I’d go >>poof!!<< I’d also help you plan your revenge in anyway shape or form or fashion.

Let me shut the fuck and go back to my little corner of the world where you can dismiss me for being a twit or a twat waffle but I’d like to invite you to listen to a song by Otep called, “Kisses and Kerosene”

If your opinion changes based on my experience and you don’t want to be bothered with me anymore, I will accept it and your wrath, but I won’t mention this subject ever again because I want to be able to say, I’m happy to be alive and be able to talk about it without losing my shit and that just might piss some people off.

That lonesome whistle has various connotations and I hear it now.

[sandrafiler]

How Would You Feel if This Was Your Last Day on Earth?

As I type that message so many feelings begin to bubble up to the surface.  In this moment, it is a truly beautiful day.  The temperature is moderate.  There is a slight breeze, and the humidity happens to be lower than usual.  In close proximity, several birds are making their unique sounds and songs, letting me know they are near.  The mango tree is covered in maturing fruit and two neighbors-, just stopped by to ask my husband to lend a hand.  I feel content and, on most days, really fulfilled with my life.  

Yet of course, there are some things that I would really like to accomplish.  Or is accomplish really the appropriate word? To bring that phrase into energetic alignment with my topic at hand, I’d change that to read, experience!  Therefore, if today was my last day on earth, I’d have some feelings around not hitting the highlights that I had hoped to hit.  

I’ll turn it over to you now.  

If This Was Your Last Day on Earth, How Would You be Feeling?

Would you be regretful? Or could you honestly say that you gave it your absolute best shot?

I’m inspired today by having attended The Art of Livin’ event that was orchestrated by the American actor, Matthew McConaughey.  The data he provided was that 2.4 million people signed up for the free event.  2.4 million people were interested in the topic of changing their lives.  That’s a lot of folks!!

During the event we also had the opportunity to hear Marie Forleo, author of Everything is Figureoutable and Tony Robbins share their words of inspiration.  It was an uplifting way to start the week! And I walked away really intrigued by the comments in the chat box.

Crazy, right? Here’s why …

People Were Obviously Interested.

Yet …

When the moment came for an opportunity to be presented to actually do something to change their lives, the chat box blew up.  All the stop signs began being erected.  Brakes were hit.  Excuses were flying.  And reactions were flashing across the screen in rapid succession like a flurry of snowflakes during a blizzard.  

What Was Happening Exactly? (resistance & fear, leading to inaction)

Of course, we could surmise that inaction could be due to not having “enough time” or “limited resources” or … blah blah blah.  If we decided to take a deeper more authentic look to search for the root of the inaction, we’d most likely find that the root of our lack of forward movement lies not outside of ourselves but rather within ourselves.  

Here’s a shocking truth:

8% of People Live out Their Dreams in Life.  8%!! This Translates to 92% That do not.

Yikes!

In David Nurse’s book, Do It: The Life Changing Power of Taking Action he provides a description of nine action archetypes.  One in particular fascinated me due to the work I do in the Heal Your Life® community assisting others to heal their childhood traumas and wounds.  It really struck the nerve of the old message, “What will the neighbors think?” Here it is.  

The Allodoxaphobic:

Apparently, allodoxaphobia is the fear of other’s opinions.  (Who knew?) David went on to share that studies have supported that the irrational fear of being ridiculed by others begins in childhood.  Being laughed at, teased, scoffed at, and perhaps even physically abused by the bullies all contribute to this condition.  (Which serves as future triggers affecting whether or not you’ll take action today!)

David suggested to consider how much better your world would be if you didn’t concern yourself with what others think.  Amen, right? Yet … I’d suffice it to say, that we all do it on one level or another.  

Louise Hay spoke about this in almost every single one of her books.  Reminding us that, “We are the only thinker in our mind.” Ultimately guiding us to not concern ourselves what others think or say but rather to think on our own as, “Our thoughts are creative.”

And to change our thinking to change our life, writing an affirmation is a beginning.  A beginning.  One small action.  

Yet, if we really, really, really, really, really have a dream on our heart it is high time that we discontinue with the nonsense of resistance and fear.  The only way to live our best lives (if you are not already living it) is to take action.  Make a change!! When?

Now! Your life is waiting!

Today is the day I strongly encourage you to self-reflect and uncover your reason for the inaction that keeps you exactly where you are.  Then identify what could assist you with moving beyond the hurdle.  In the process of going from awareness to action, you …

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Give Yourself Permission to Truly Thrive!

One of the ways I catapulted myself forward was by taking experiential immersion programs that gave me the loving container to go deep inside and get real to heal.  Two that I highly recommend are the Woman Within program and the Heal Your Life® Training.  

Reach out, reach up! I’m here to support you because in my heart I know that if my life could change and if I had the courage to go within, you can too.  

Let Life Love You.

You deserve to have your every desire, dream, goal, intention, and wish come true.  I believe in you.  Now it is your turn to believe in you, too.

[burnt-pie-eater]

Fashionista (AC Freya TF)

It was like any other day for Kelly, boring and mundane. She was stuck inside her own house because of all of the snow that was piling up outside. She wasn't sure why she was so upset about it. It wasn't as if she had anywhere to go, she was unemployed after all.

Thankfully she had recently bought the new Nintendo Switch with a couple games on it, her favorite one by far was Animal Crossing: New Horizons, she was talking to all of her cute little villagers and went to the bank to expand her house.

Eventually, she went over to the house of her favorite villager; Freya the wolf, inside was the usually except for the sturgeon Kelly had gotten Freya. The two chatted and everything seemed normal until out of nowhere...

"Hey Kelly, I know this seem like a weird question, but can I have your body?" The question came so abruptly Kelly had to read the message twice. Just then, Kelly noticed two dialog options on the right side of the screen.

>Yeah, Sure!

>I'm sorry, what?

Kelly picked the second option, Freya displayed the shocked emotion followed by a show of embarrassment, "I apologize if the question surprised you, it's just... I want to see your world for myself, it must be wonderful if it's inhabited by people such as yourself."

Kelly's jaw dropped, she looked around her bedroom and shouted," Is this some sort of sick joke", Freya exhibited the shock emotion once again and said, "No no no I'm being honest Kelly, I would like to use your body,"

Kelly just sat there on her bed, completely speechless. She dashed out of her room and tore through the house to seem if anyone was hiding in her house with a microphone of something; when she found nothing she plopped herself down on the dark blue couch that had multiple tears in it. Kelly then noticed another set of dialog choices.

>What do you want to use my body for?

>Well, ok then?

Kelly picked the first alternative, and to her surprise (or dismay), Freya exhaled and said, "I just told you, silly. I want to experience your world for myself, uff da, and not to offend you or anything but you really haven't been using your body all that much", Kelly just stared at her switch before she grew angry and screamed at the device, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

Just then, she heard it, heavy breathing on the back of her neck; Kelly gasped and whipped her head around and look around her living room, taking note of how absolutely filthy it was.

Highly annoyed and confused by what was going on, she looked at her Nintendo Switch and said, "goodbye, Freya", and shut the gaming console off.

Suddenly, Kelly was startled by a mysterious knock at the door, the woman looked at her kitchen clock, 12:49Am, Kelly furrowed her eyebrows and shouted at the door, "Go away, I don't want any!"

However, the knocking persisted, with an annoyed groan Kelly unlocked her front door and opened it to find....No one was there. "Odd", Kelly said to herself, she looked down and at her hole-ridden socks was a brown carboard box. She opened it up with a boxcutter that she left lying on the dining room table.

Upon inspection, it was a Norwegian style sweater, it was green and beige in color and had two reindeer on the front of it. Although suspicious, Kelly decided to put it on, it was rather comfy.

That is, until it felt like she had been electrocuted. "Ouch", Kelly yelped, and started frisking herself up and down to see if anything was wrong. Everything seemed fine until a sudden "POP" caused her to turn around and to her horror, "I HAVE A TAIL", Kelly shrieked. But the changes didn't stop there, Kelly peered down at her feet and saw that her worn out socks were disintegrating! Her faced started to ache unexpectedly as her lips pushed slowly (and painfully) outwards and her ears started to move further up her head, became sharped and softer at the same time. Meanwhile, hear shoulder length hazel-colored hair was starting to vanish and be replaced by rose pink tufts of fur, and while her left eye was still its original brown color, the right at this point was starting to turn a dark navy blue.

Kelly felt a tingling sensation on her face, as a mixture of fur and makeup started to appear on her head and spread down the rest of her body. It wasn't until she saw her right hand turn into a paw with five fat digits that she said to her self, "I gotta do something"; with this thought, Kelly pulled open a kitchen drawer and pulled out a meat clever. She raised it upward, ready to cut her own hand off, until suddenly, her hand threw the large blade across the room and shook a single finger at her.

It was then that Kelly let out another blood-curdling scream as she realized she was slowly losing control of her body to...Freya.

As this was going on her body was now completely covered from head-to-toe-to-tail in beige and pink fur. Kelly ran around her house trying to find something that would help her, but it was too late. She was slowly losing herself, her memories disappearing one by one and being replaced with false memories, ones that weren't hers.

By this point, she couldn't even recall her name, she put her paws around her canine-shaped head. She kept squeezing and squeezing until, *POP* , Kelly, was gone.

Freya opened her eyes and stretched, letting out a big yawn in the process. Freya smiled at her new physical form, until she saw the state of the room she was in. "Uff da, this room is absolutely disgusting", she didn't know how Kelly or anyone else could live like this. Kelly, Freya remembered the previous owner of her new body, she honestly loved Kelly, but Freya didn't know anyway else that could help her get out of the world of Animal Crossing. "Sorry Kelly, I know you're probably mad at me for the betrayal, but I didn't know what else to do!" Freya said in a somber voice.

Then, Freya smiled and said to the ghost of Kelly, "Don't worry Kelly I'll do this for you, uff da!" She strolled to the door and said excitedly, "Human world here I come!"

When Freya opened the door and saw how dark out it was, she said, "....Tomorrow, gotta get my beauty sleep", and she quickly closed the door and headed off to bed, but not before tripping over a pile of clothes that Kelly left out, Freya fell to the floor and quietly cursed to herself; it was then that she realized....

"Hey! I can curse! This body is amazing!", Freya exclaimed. Freya stepped over the pile of dirty clothes and promised herself that she would clean this house first thing tomorrow morning.