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cowbi-dandy · 11 months ago

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1. I'd say so with my mum, but not my dad

2. My loving trans partner, whom I say it to everyday

3. Not finishing uni, self inflicted pressure was too much

4. Not overly, sometimes I worry about my belly. But I know I enjoyed the food, and I usually feel comfortable in my body

5. Happily dating ❤️

6. In a comfy bed, with loved ones around me

7. Chocolate Brazil nuts. The best snack

8. I did practice boxing. Helped lose a lot of weight in my teens and got me a better form than B A L L

9. I used to a lot, but I would hurt my fingers with how low they'd go. So usually just enjoy clipping them, but sometimes with bite them to groom.

10. Hard to recall, maybe my brother?

11. I genuinely like a lot of people ☺️

12. Not 48, but I have stayed up 26 hours I think. Not a great time and led to some regrets lol

13. Other than some figures around the world that are doing genuine evil, like Israel figure heads, trump etc. No one in my personal life that I just don't associate with any more

14. I think I miss people that are still alive but I just don't see much anymore. I always think the dead hang around, or come visit at times, so they never feel like they've left

15. I have a bunny rabbit, Bobby, but my mum and sister take care of him more than I do now. Really enjoyed watching horror movies with him.

16. ATM feel a bit melancholic, I think the previous questions were mostly sad lol

17. Nope

18. A little cause they can be fast moving guys, but other than that I don't fear them. I love the guys and galls with all the eyes.

19. Probably not, cause I'd waste the opportunity asking what the rules and consequences were more like. Back to the future or gravity falls

20. Proper English slang there, unless it's used somewhere else lol

In a little forest path, but it's not as twee as you might think

21. Well it's Christmas weekend, not got work. Might try to see if I can get some DND in on the Saturday. But plan on enjoying time with family.

22. Still considering but I think I'd just want 1

23. Nope, but my ear apparently always looked like they had been pierced

24. History, it's factual English, and you can do debates from the facts you know and what can be derived from them. And debates aren't opposing all the time, usually it's to help further an understanding on a topic

25. Feels similar to the other question, so I refer to my answer there

26. Hot sloppy sex. Only half joking, probably warm hot chocolate.

27. I think I have, I used to be an absolute cock to girls kinda dumping love on them and then when they seemed interested I took that as a win then I'd pretty much ignore them. Absolute twat little pre teen me, but very undeveloped socially and puberty did werid stuff.

28. Far as I'm aware no

29. I think I have, both kinds of tears. Relationships are hard, but always worth it.

30. The chair in my room has a bad wheel so it slightly off balance as times.

31. Lots of people, and lots more that I don't know I hope lol

32. I love too many colours, but black and other dark colours are cool. Until it's dark and I'm looking for my phone against black bedding with black pillows.

33. Not anymore I don't think, I feel like I put a wary amount of trust and then give more as I know them.

34. Hard to say, barely remember my dreams. I think I dreamt about apex??? I remember ziplines and being a trio or something

35. Probably my mum and Step dad

36. I wouldn't say too easily, very generously, but I know the point where people don't deserve them. Until they make some new effort

37. I can genuinely forget things too easily, forgiving I don't think I take too long with.. I can't hold strong negative emotions for longer than a week even though I tried lol

38. Probably not and I hope it isn't in retrospect

39. I think like 4, had a little girlfriend. I do think the straight narrative is pushed a little hard. But then I was kissing boys for a laugh cause I could pick them up and do it lol

Maybe we really don't change much from when we were kids

40. Yes in my back garden late night, and it's pretty covered. Usually cause it too hot, but other reasons too lol

41/51? Lol

I'd say chili dogs, has everything good on it

42. I know there's the random factor in the universe, but some things do just come together.

43. Blowing a load

44. I think people can be complex, so I don't like the simple question. There can be a lot to this

45. I think I'm a nice person, but I feel I can be cruel at times. never been told I'm mean or anything though. At least recently

46. Well lots of play fighting, and boxing. Probably 30-40? Maybe

47. I don't, but I think you can always find people that can fit that role.

48. Warmish rain lol

49. Yes, it's a nice weather to get from time to time

50/60?. I really do

51. Not overly, but I like to see the people that do

52. Too many things lol

53. Maybe if I wanted to transition, but I don't think I want that. I don't think I'm an egg, I think it's just cause boys like girls and girls like boys, was ingrained into me, when I wanted girls stuff I thought I had to be a girl. So when I wanted boys, well more accurately men. I had that thought to myself.

54. Probably not, but I don't know where they are now lol

55. Well I'm happy in my current relationship with my best friend

56. I guess my partner, but other than them not really

57. Probably my mum, or co-workers, or customers lol actual conversation other than family, my friends Alice and mell.

58. 59. 60. Yes, my loving partner

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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brandonjohnbarnard · 5 days ago

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Production history around: Broodiest Flunkey

Finally, I am getting to what I consider the ‘first’ film in my journey as an experimental filmmaker: ‘Broodiest Flunkey’.

This film is a bit rough — it was made as a university project, with a deadline and 3 minute time limit. It was also the first time I had played with many visual effects, and the first time I had shown my work to a live audience.

A lot of what I will be saying in this article will be recycled from my university essay, as my memory on a lot of the details has started to fade.

I created a timeline for this production, so I will try my best to be chronological in the retelling of the film’s creation. Some of the elements may seem tangential, though that is a lot of my practice in general.

I really like the above, because it shows that learning and developing a project (or even personal development), takes a mix of both consumption (books, media) and action (events, trial runs). It also shows how unexpectedly events morph into one another.

In addition to this timeline, I had also created a dated excel timeline of when each event happened (yes, I am thorough). While it shows how ‘Change Spaces’ and ‘Gacha’nce’ fit into the timeline, those won’t be covered here. Noteworthy is how many events overlap with one another, as opposed to being linear.

iDAT XXX

On the 18th of November 2024, I attended an event by Mike Philips, celebrating 30 years since the creation of their institution ‘iDAT’. As part of this event, they ran a ‘telematic performance’ — pretty much information is passed from one system to another, leading to a series of interesting corruptions. This, is then dressed up in a fun avant-garde coat of paint.

It would take a lot later for me to realise that this is a great use of chance as a form of creation. Collaboration, corruptions, improv, a digital exquisite corpse, etc.

MA Experience Design — Design Lab 2

In Design Lab 1, I made a short animation going over the concepts of DADA. Therefore, making video work was heavily on my mind.

The Design Lab 2 brief made me think about what I could do to help the local community. When looking at ‘don’t assume you know your audience’, ‘experiment with materials’, ’leave something beautiful behind’, and ‘make a difference’, it led me down the path of considering making a documentary where I interview people with autism to allow them to be heard and understood.

Autism Documentary

So, I started to plan a documentary about autism, taking the brief into mind. There were lots of worries about it, and I could lie and say they were mostly about GDPR, but it was more so social anxiety of needing to work with so many people!

The in-class activity about making iterative comics was really interesting to me. I wanted to take this idea but apply it to a documentary format. I wanted something similar to the longitudinal study method that ‘Seven Up!’ (1964) engaged in, but also have myself and my beliefs examined as well. This would potentially happen by having a new director for the second film, where they critically look at the first film, and this process is continued indefinitely.

[Accidentally making an exquisite corpse before knowing what that really was!]

Allister Gall Email

The module brief included: ‘collaboration with multidisciplinary partners’. As I was working with film as a medium, I decided to reach out to Allister Gall, the BA Filmmaking programme leader at the University of Plymouth on the 23rd of January 2024. I asked if he was able to send me down the right path, or potentially let me attend a filmmaking lesson.

He let me know about Imperfect Cinema, and that an event was coming up called Cinaesthesia 1. I was very lucky with the timing, as the event was only four days after I sent my email.

[It is funny, I consider this single email an extremely important pivot in my life. If I had not written this email, I likely would not be doing my current PhD, and would not be making experimental art videos. I wouldn’t have heard of Cinaesthesia, and Allister wouldn’t have become one of my PhD supervisors… This email took a minute or two to write, all it takes sometimes.]

The Reason I Jump

During my initial look into autism for the documentary, I read ‘The Reason I Jump’ (2007). The book was written by a 13-year-old mute autistic child living in Japan, and each chapter is them explaining why they do certain actions.

When reading, I realised that there were many areas in which I related to this child, especially thinking back to when I was the same age. While I did not relate to everything, I did more than I normally would with someone. With each example, I started to feel less embarrassed about some moments from my childhood. Moments that I used to fixate on, thinking ‘why did I do that?’ suddenly had an answer that didn’t make me feel as alone or weird.

This feeling of seeing yourself in a book, and this resulting in you being less critical of yourself, I decided to be the message I wanted from my film.

Cinaesthesia 1

This event was run by Patrycja Loranc in collaboration with Imperfect Cinema, and took place at Café Momus on Stonehouse. Patrycja is a PhD student focussing on psychepoetic filmmaking, and the event shared some of this energy.

(Jess Scott, Dutch Loveridge, and Patrycja Loranc at Cinaesthesia 1’s Q&A)

Imperfect Cinema is a Plymouth-based film project created by Allister Gall and Dan Paolantonio, which has the goal of encouraging local artists to create films, as well as to help facilitate events these artists can participate in.

[Side tangent — At this point (8 months since hearing about them), I have heard the two of them go over their intro so many times. It makes me think about what it means to be an academic at university — the need to tear up old ground constantly to explain who you are and what you do. It sounds kind of hellish. I’d struggle to not just make an intro video lol]

As a note for this event, and the ones I talk about later, the networking elements of these screenings are incredible. You get to ask questions directly, sample a lot of local talent, and see the effort of people coming forward. It takes bravery to put yourself out there, and most people there seem to appreciate that.

I was worried that the event would be too ‘heavy’, but it was very casual.

An element of the screening that really resonated with me was the diverse ‘quality’ and styles of work present. There were films presented that I thought ‘I could do that’, and that made me feel like less of an outsider at the event.

At this event, I learnt that a Cinaesthesia 2 and 3 were going to happen in the future, and that they had an open reel for submissions. I pivoted from ‘documentary about autism’ to ‘experimental art film that looked into my own personal experiences reading into autism’.

Getting into Cinaesthesia 2

In order to get a film accepted into Cinaesthesia there were guidelines that needed to be adhered to.

The brief was: “How can the sensory perception/subjective experience be communicated and challenged by filmmaking? How does film allow us to connect to others and the world by exchanging subjective realities?”

It also included that the film must be 3 minutes or less, and submitted by 9pm 21/03/2024.

Experimental Film Production Start

I started my pivot by looking into what made someone’s perception ’unique’, thought about there being so many variables with each person, that everyone’s perception was unique.

In addition to this, I started to consider that my own perception was likely the perception I could best put across to an audience.

I wanted to, somehow, make the audience experience a sense of uneasiness by seeing the world through someone who processes stimuli differently.

Rosemary’s Baby

On the 26th of January 2024, my wife and I watched Rosemary’s Baby (1968) for the first time. It is a great film. In it there is a scene where the main character is trying to work out an anagram by moving around scrabble pieces. I had no plans with this at all. It was just a theme dancing around in my head.

Experience Design’s Telematic Performance

For one of the Design Lab 2 session, Mike Philips wanted us to do a ‘telematic performance’. Since I had seen one prior via his iDAT XXX event, I feel that I had a step ahead of others in the class. This was due to me already knowing what it was meant to look like, and understanding that anything could be used as a step (as long as it caused transformation down the line).

As such, I pushed forward with using Scrabble pieces early on in the sequence, and planned out what the rest of the performance would be.

I would take scrabble pieces out of a bag randomly. Person 2 would make words out of these random letters. Person 3 would then do charades of Person 2’s word. Person 4, who was wearing headphones, had to guess what Person 3 was miming, Person 5, then drew this answer on a post-it note, and added it to a scene on the board.

This whole process was fun, and made me really like the idea of using Scrabble pieces to tell a story.

Scrabble Pieces

Mixing the themes of anagrams and chance, I decided to have one phrase dictate different elements of my film’s story.

I wanted the overall message of the film to be in-line with my takeaway from ‘The Reason I Jump’, so I chose the phrase ‘Be Kind to Yourself’.

Using an online anagram maker, I went through the list of 10,000 combinations, and picked phrases that I thought I could use to string together a narrative that told a story I was happy with.

I wanted to use stop-motion as the technique for these scenes, as it added an eerie feeling that the pieces had a mind of their own, especially since they were what decided the course of the story. Originally, I wanted to film the pieces, and cut out appropriate frames. This did not work due to the camera changing focus, as such I landed on taking still photos after each movement instead.

As stop-motion is a time-intensive process, there were moments where I lost track of what pieces should go where. A colour coded guide was made to make the movement and locations easier to follow.

Pre-Storyboard

Before storyboarding, I thought about elements I wanted to film and why.

I felt that if I went into storyboarding, some fun techniques may have been squeezed out of the production for the sake of narrative.

So instead, I thought about these elements first and how I could use them in the narrative.

Storyboard

Storyboarding your film is useful, however, I did not want to limit myself by structure. For example, knowing how much time was left, or being fixated on scene order. The scenes were drawn in ‘chunks’ and then moved around in order to fit the narrative.

After doing my rough outline of the story, I wanted to make sure I could include the entire narrative in the 3-minute window required by the submission guidelines. As such, I experimented with scene intervals.

‘Yolk Unfit Bedsore’, I thought it was perfect as an opening introduction for a character. ‘Bedsore’ and ‘Yolk’ can both be seen as elements attached to starting the day. Additionally, ‘Unfit’ matched the negative self-image I wanted the main character to have, so the ‘Be Kind to Yourself’ later in the film made sense. Embarrassment seems to be a common issue for some autistic people, so I felt building this into the character was important.

Using this way of thinking, I was able to pace out the Scrabble pieces in a way that completed a cohesive narrative.

With the phrase ‘Befriend — Too Sulky’, I thought I could illustrate that autistic people often want to make social-emotional connections with people, but are unsure how to do so, and the pain this can cause.

I decided on having three second intervals for the storyboard, as I felt this fit best. Any shorter would have been too jarring. Originally, I inserted the Hero’s Journey as a vague guideline for pacing. While this was useful as a rough guide, I did not adhere to it much, as I felt it got in the way of what I believed was a better narrative; perhaps because it made the pacing feel like it was made on a production line.

Once I had my storyboard fully created additional details such as sound effects present, whether it needed chromakeying, and what editing decisions I thought would be needed were added.

In retrospect, I feel that I over-relied on the storyboard. I feel the piece could have been transformed into something more artful by applying wardrobe, doing more area scouting, reframing, and creating some concept art.

Prop Creation

After drawing up the storyboard, I realised that I did not know how I was going to have the other characters in the film be acted. This caused stress as the deadline loomed closer, and I wondered how I would fill these roles.

In order to solve this issue, I decided to use cardboard painted with acrylic for the additional characters instead. I felt that having the main character be the only real-life human added a sense of surrealism, as well as the idea that the plot is ‘from their point of view’. In addition to this, people with autism often feel ‘disconnected’ from other people, and I feel this separate ‘plane of existence’ with 2D vs 3D illustrates this idea in an interesting way.

The character at 0:47 having a sudden expression change was important as it shows the main character trying to grabble with a complex emotional encounter, which is considered a struggle for some with autism.

With the characters being made out of cardboard, I had the worry that this would come across as too jarring to the viewer. To solve this, and to make the overall film feel like it had a cohesive style, I decided to make more elements out of cardboard.

Items like the phone, egg, toothbrush, etc. were made out of cardboard as well. I believed it would be funny to have these mundane elements, that would be way easier to have the real-world items, be recreated. The prop creation was the most time intensive part of the project, but I think it was worth it. When the screening of the film happened, the props were the most complimented aspect by the audience in attendance.

In the film, early on, I have a moment where I flip an egg, purposely showing the cardboard underside. This is to reveal to the audience that I am not hiding the fact that these elements are cardboard — this works as a way to let them in on the silliness.

To help with cohesion for scenes where no props were present, the backgrounds are also acrylic on cardboard. These were added by using chromakeying. The painted areas are purposely small and zoomed in, to make the fact that they have texture and are cardboard more apparent.

Book

The book in the film had two versions, one which was a ‘prop book’, and one that I bound.

The prop book was a cover and back, with painted cardboard sides to resemble paper, and three DVD cases in the middle.

Because the bound book contains pages that were filmed, including the book, this needed to be created after the prop book scenes took place.

In order to match the Scrabble description of the book being ‘finely rusted’, I followed a tutorial by Treasure Books (2023) using cinnamon to create faux rust. This, on top of the book also being obviously cardboard I believed was a fine compromise.

My Wedding

In the middle of this production, with a deadline looming over, was my wedding. I am so happy that the whole process was easy.

[Only while writing this piece had it dawned on me that my filmmaking and married life have been so overlapped.]

Filming

The film was shot on a Sony Alpha 6400 with a SELP1650 lens, and a fisheye shot was done with a 7 Artisans 7.5mm 1:2:8 ED lens. A Sony GP-VPT2BT grip was also used in many scenes to allow for filming while a light was being held.

Two ‘EMART 60 LED’ lights were used to light up the scenes, and a ‘Neewer 5’x7' Greenscreen’ was used for chromakeying.

Some elements of the storyboard needed to be adapted to make the filming process easier. Firstly, a printed breakdown was made of each scene with what happens in terms of editing, effects, sounds, and props present, etc.

For the scenes that were included within the book, a chronological edit of the storyboard was made.

There were moments when parts of the production didn’t go to plan, and as such improvisation had to happen. For example, When the book was put into shrubbery at 2:20 in the film, originally it was meant to be pulled out by string. However, during filming, the string kept snapping. As such, we made the book float behind the main character instead.

Editing

The editing process was turbulent for a few reasons. Primarily, due to Vegas Pro 18 crashing every few hours, however this is unfortunately an aspect to be expected.

The editing process was useful, because it really allowed me to consider which moments were important to the narrative, which I don’t think I would have realised if I handed the work off to another person to edit.

The original cut of ‘Broodiest Flunkey’ was 4 minutes long, and as such 25% of the footage needed to be trimmed down in order to be within the 3-minute window required for submission.

The music at the start of the film is ‘Toc de matinades’ by Rafael Caro (2016), and is Catalonian folk music which is played in the streets early in the morning to wake up people so they can get ready for celebrations. Since this was the day that the main character learnt to be kind to themselves, and that it starts with them waking up, I thought it was appropriate. Also, the tone shift from positive music to more eerie and atmospheric music I felt made the transition feel more contrasted, and as such have more impact.

The sounds of the Scrabble pieces moving was made by moving a container filled with Lego.

With this, the film was finished and rendered. I decided to keep the film internal until Cinaesthesia 2, as associating its premier with the event felt special. This process of keeping videos unavailable until an in-person premier is a practice I feel makes attending an event feel more worthwhile.

Behind the Scenes

Due to the large amount of footage available, I decided to make a behind the scenes video to both commemorate the experience, and as an excuse to remove all the footage from my PC without feeling too bad about it being harder to access.

Cinaesthesia 2

Cinaesthesia 2 took place on 23rd March 2024, and was a lot of fun. Members of my cohort attended which was greatly appreciated.

I would say that the reaction to the screening was extremely positive.

I worried that the subject of autism may have been a bit out of place, or that I would have felt ‘othered’, but then again punk environments have always embraced those that were seen as on the ‘rim’ of society.

Q&A

I was part of a Q&A after the screening, and this was my first time I would talk about my work in a public forum like this. There was something really special about this I felt, and it made me want to talk about my work with others more in the future.

Meeting cool people

It overall was a great night, which made me excited for the future. I met so many cool and talented people, who have stuck around in the peripheries of my life for several months now.

Also, Abi Ali, one of the filmmakers present, stopped me after the show to say my work was her favourite, and guess what, her work was my favourite too.

SO YEAH! This is where it all began. Or rather, where I arbitrarily decided it began. Has it even started yet? Find out next time, on Dragon Ball Z!!

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unexpected-nightview · 4 years ago

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...You’re really one to talk Ba Ye.

#says the man who spends 90% of his time GLUED to fo ye #the gall ba ye has #I can't slfjslf #still #loving to see him at his best here #ojojojo #ba ye #mystic nine #laojiumen #old nine gates #the lost tomb #dmbj #daomu biji #qi tiezui

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Flightless Birds Chapter Four: Birds of a Feather

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Five Here

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC! THIS ONE GETS PRETTY DARK! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTIONS OF HAWKS OR Y/N’S MOTHER IN THIS! IF ANY OF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, STOP READING IMMEDIATELY AND SEEK COMFORT! I WILL COMFORT ANYONE WHO GETS TRIGGERED BY THIS, SO DM ME IF YOU WANT A HUG!

Summary: Y/n wakes up in their new home, and learns the rules of living with Hawks. But it makes them sick to their stomach to have to keep their eyes open here.

Word Count: 3K Words

Warnings: abuse, mentions of drugs, gaslighting and manipulation, extreme toxic behavior, abuse, choking, crying, mentions of rape and sexual assault, vomiting, PTSD, abusive parents, PTSD flashbacks, physical abuse, cliffhangers

Other: I’m so sorry this took forever to come out, I had a shit ton of other drafts I was working on. Reader has enough hair to pull on.

Flightless Birds Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @cathy8taffy @1small-frogs @catcherisvibin @waffleareniceandfluffy @mandalorian-baby-bird @theblueslytherin @hawksadmirer @assassinslittlesister @deepcollectorphantom @thesubtlewhore

Ow.

Owwwww.

Sharp white snakes of fire were shooting up your spine, but the rest of your body was ice cold. You wanted to scream, but you just didn’t have the strength to. Your whole body was so heavy, you felt like a rock falling beneath the waves, drowning helplessly as the person who threw you in laughed.

Laughter…

Who was laughing?

Behind the laughter was music, you listened to all the notes, beautiful Cs, Ds, Es, and Fs tied together in half steps.

Of course it was in minor key.

It wasn’t a song or an artist you recognized though, and it didn’t sound like it was coming from a phone or speaker.

Someone was playing the piano.

You needed to open your eyes.

But fuck it if it wasn’t gonna l be difficult.

You felt like your body was made of lead, and opening your eyes was going to be like lifting a truck.

A bright blob of white light pierced your pupils as you peeled back your eyelids, finally seeing your surroundings.

There was a flat white ceiling staring down at you, and a silver fan was whirring away, white light burning your retinas.

The walls were light blue, clean and bright. It looked fresh, the room still smelled like paint. You hissed, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. As you moved, you felt something soft brush against your neck.

You slowly lifted one hand to your neck, grabbing at it. You felt leather and metal pressing against your palm. A soft feather was attacked to a small metal loop. You tugged on it, trying to detach it from your collar.

It wouldn’t budge.

You let go of the feather, letting your arm flop to your side. You felt exhausted, and everything was so foggy. What the hell was happened? Where were you? Where was Izanagi?

You heard a loud creak, and the realization hit you that the music had stopped. When did it stop?

“I-Izanagi?” You whimpered, trying to focus your eyes on the blurry figure in front of you. You saw tanned skin, something yellowish on their head, and two large red blobs behind them.

You heard the person coo, and felt their gentle fingers on your face, tilting you up by the chin.

“No no, Izanagi’s not here, my dear~” you felt your blood run cold, and you attempted to push the creature away. He was like a rock wall, unmoving and unaffected.

“No-“ you whimpered “please go away!”

“Tsk tsk tsk” your vision was slowly starting to clear, the only thing blocking you from seeing your captor clearly were the tears building up in your widened eyes.

“I’m not going to leave my love alone like this, now should I? That would be so irresponsible of me~” his voice was calm, smooth like honey, and it made you want to scream. “I’ve worked so hard to get you here, I need to make sure you feel so comfortable! That’s why I’m here~”

“Hawks.” His golden eyes lit up when you murmured his hero name. He nodded happily.

“Yes, yes you recognize me! The drug must have worn off for the most part by now… how do you feel?” His face was awfully close to you, and his hot breath fanned out over your face.

“Scared, please let me go.” You muttered. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Dumb little birdy.” He tutted. “You shouldn’t go outside, y’know. Too dangerous for a pretty little thing like yourself! Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel like leaving.” You were slowly regaining your physical strength, and your eyes darted to every corner of the room. There was a window, locked and boarded up. There was the door, wide open.

Just outside you could see a hallway, a little dark table with a vase on it. You could run out there, grab the vase and smash it. You could threaten him with it and maybe get to the front door, wherever that was.

You felt Hawks’ hand lower from your face to your chin, squeezing your cheeks together so your lips poked out in a cute pout. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you could feel him growling.

“I said, you’re not fucking leaving. Did I not make myself clear?” You sniffled pitifully.

“You’re scaring me, Hawks.” You whined. He softened again, letting go of you and leaning back.

“I’m so sorry, Baby Bird. Don’t you worry though, so long as you listen to me, I won’t have to be scary again.” You nodded, moving quickly to smack him hard in the nose and dash towards the door.

Your collar tightened around your neck, something pulling you backwards. You collapsed to the ground with a choked out gasp, arms flying to your neck to relieve yourself of the pressure.

Of course there was a leash tying you to the bed.

You tried to scream, but your throat was closing up from the pressure on your neck. Your tears finally flooded down your cheeks as you writhed pathetically on the floor.

Your eyes found Hawks, carelessly crouching above your wriggling, dying body. He sighed, wiping away one of your tears.

“See what happens when you disobey?” He lifted your head with his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your nose. “You get hurt. That’s why you gotta listen to me. Promise you’ll listen to me?”

“I promise!” You barely managed to get the words out between your sobbing and choking. You saw his face stretch into a lazy smile as he loosened your collar.

Your body fell limp as your lungs sucked in air. You gasped, coughing and crying as your hands reached for something to hold, eventually landing on his hands.

Hawks helped you to your feet, sitting you down on the bed. His hands rested on either side of your thighs as he studied your tear-stained face.

You kept your eyes on your lap, shaking. You didn’t want to be here, tortured by this sadistic bird. You wanted to go home, you wanted Izanagi.

“Please sir, I want to go home!” You cried. His face twitched.

“As much as I live for you calling me ‘sir,’ you’re not going anywhere. This is your home now.”

“I want Izanagi.”

“I’m not going to hurt you unless you disobey, so there’s no need to be scared.” He started. “And I must say, you should feel guilty. You shouldn’t have been staying so close to Kouten Yuu and Izanagi Fujikawa. You’re probably cold because I have the AC on. Now that light feeling is from that drug I gave you back at the police station.”

“Ask for another man again and I’ll kill him.” Well that sure shut you up quick.

“So tell me. How do you feel? And look at me when you answer.” You slowly lifted your head, rubbing your arms to stop your shaking.

You met his eyes.

“I… I feel scared. And- and guilty. And I- I’m so cold. And I feel- I feel kind of light chested? Like- like my lungs are full of helium and have lifted up sort of- I don’t know, I’m- I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!” You shied away from him, hiccuping as you covered your face with your arms.

He shushed you, pulling your arms down and wiping away your tears. He seemed merciful, but you knew better than to think that of him.

You swallowed, he was so casual about drugging you, as if it was perfectly normal to stalk and kidnap someone and expect them to love you.

“Now darling, I’m going to explain some rules and punishments. Pay attention, Dove, I don’t want you to forget any, okay?” Your hands latched onto his jacket, and you nodded slowly.

Rule one: Do as I instruct, always.

Rule Two: You will eat everything I give you.

Rule Three: You will kiss me good morning, goodnight, and whenever I ask.

Rule Four: When I come home from work, you will kiss me and take my jacket.

Rule Five: You will cook what I want you to, using recipes I give you.

Rule Six: You will wear the clothes I give you. You will not dirty anything.

Rule Seven: You will thank me for everything I give you, kisses, clothes, gifts.

Rule Eight: You will call me Keigo, Sir, Daddy, and Master. Nothing else.

Rule Nine: You will not mention any person or thing from your old life.

Rule Ten: You will not try to look out the window, and you will not leave here.

You nodded. This… was going to be your new life, and you feared what could happen if you ever had the gall to break one of Haw- Keigo’s rules.

“And now I will explain your punishments and privileges. I want to be merciful, so please don’t disobey.”

“Okay, Keigo…”

Punishment One: Revoking entertainment

Punishment Two: Starvation/ Dehydration

Punishment Three: Beatings

Punishment Four: Forced Intercourse

Punishment Five: Isolation

“W-wait, Punishment four is- forced intercourse- as- as in- as in-”

“Yes.” His face hardened. “But that’s one of the more intense punishments, only for when I’m very angry or you break a major rule. If you’re good, then I’ll back off when you say no. But do understand, eventually, we will have sex. You’re too fucking sexy for me to not fuck you.”

“I- um-”

“I gave you a compliment, darling. Rule seven?”

“R-right. Thank you… sir.” you watched Keigo shiver, his angry expression morphing into a sadistic smile.

“Oh baby, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you call me that.” He leaned in close to you, his hand running up your thigh. “Rule Three, give me a kiss baby~”

Hesitation rippled across your face, a chill spreading through your body. You didn’t want to kiss this man, who’d tried to kill your friends, who stalked you for weeks, who’d drugged and kidnapped you. You didn’t want his filthy lips touching you, his slimy tongue in your mouth. You didn’t want to kiss Keigo.

“Y-yes sir.” you whispered, closing your eyes as his face grew bigger, getting closer and closer to you. You remembered the mist that spread across your mind when he drugged you, how it left you immobile and blank. You grasped at the dark fog, pulling it forward and covering you, blocking him out.

After a few moments, you pushed it away. Keigo pulled off your face, and you felt a wad of saliva on your tongue. It tasted greasy and cheesy. Not your saliva.

You swallowed it, looking at him with wide, scared, eyes. Since you dissociated, you had no idea what he or you had done.

“Did- did I do a good job?” Your voice was hushed. It wavered like your shaking body under his gentle, loving touch.

“Yes, dove. That was the perfect first kiss.” He purred. “You did wonderfully.” You relaxed a little, and his hand lifted off your thigh. “Now I’ll tell you a few more things, then I’ll make dinner for you.”

Privilege One: You may watch TV and read, but you can’t use social media.

Privilege Two: You may listen to music and dance, but only with me.

Privilege Three: You may have hobbies, but I will participate in them.

Privilege Four: You are allowed to reject sex, unless it is a punishment.

Privilege Five: You are allowed to request objects and gifts.

Privilege Six: You are allowed to walk around the house, but you will wear a shock collar. Sensors will be located in certain rooms. They will shock you and knock you out for an hour and send me a notification.

Privilege Seven: Eventually, I might get you a phone. You will have no phone numbers but mine, and no social media.

Privilege Eight: I have a garden and pool, at some point when I trust you, I will let you outside for walks and swimming.

Privilege Nine: You’re allowed to cry, to scream, to fight back. I like the battle, just know I’ll always win.

Privilege Ten: You will be allowed a pet one day, maybe two pets, depends on how good you are.

There it all was. Everything he expected of you. Your eyes fell to your lap, to the hands you’d clasped together as they shook. The soft texture of your sweatpants calming you just enough to keep you from throwing up all over Keigo.

“For now, you will remain collared to the bed. I’m going to go to your old home and retrieve all the gifts I gave you.” He stood up, hand lifting up and tracing your body.

“Okay…” you whispered. Keigo cooed, finally lifting off of you. He left briskly,

shutting the door behind him. You heard a small click before his footsteps started to fade away. You put the book down next to you, taking the moment to examine the room you were being kept in.

There was a desk underneath a window, it was tinted dark so you couldn’t see outside. The desk was a pale brown, a violet vase decorated with little bees had seemingly been knocked over, and it was kept from rolling off the desk by the green book leaning against it. You managed to make out the words Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Part of you wondered if Keigo was a fan, or if it was just there for no reason.

A bookshelf was right next to the door, and on the lower shelves, there was a CD player and a box labelled toys. You could figure out what type of toys were in the box, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t LEGOs. On the other side of the room was another door, wide open. You could see a toilet and shower curtains, so it had to have been a bathroom.

Escape wasn’t through there.

Next to the bathroom door was a closet, the door was open a crack, and you could see a couple of dress shirts inside. Probably all his. Part of you wondered if he was going to make you wear some of his shirts, rule six said you must wear whatever he gave you, and that could mean his clothes.

Was… was this really happening? Were you really in the number two hero’s house? Was he really going to keep you in his house forever and ever? Would-

Were you fated to never see your friends and family again?

To never see an ice cream store?

Or a park?

Izanagi?

A moment before, it really all felt like a bad dream. Like you could pinch yourself and you would wake up in your bed, and go to the park with your friends.

Kouten would bring some more delicious food, and you would make a mess while eating it..

Izanagi would sit next to you, and hug you and laugh as he teased you or Kouten about something or another.

You, you would fly, you’d be free.

Slowly, you spread your wings. They bumped against the bed, against the walls and the nightstand with the pretty Viridian lamp on it. You couldn’t even open your wings all the way in this tiny room, this room wasn’t meant to house a free bird.

It was meant to cage a pet.

All the emotions that the fog had blocked out rushed in like a flood, destroying every little bit of peace you’d managed to build up in your life. It slammed into your memories, into your hopes and dreams, and tore them all apart until all that was left was the rushing water, roaring filling your ears. You grasped at your hair, yanking as hard as you could in the hopes of tearing it out. Maybe the physical pain of a thunderstorm could turn your mind away from the tsunami. Maybe if you had chunks of missing hair, Hawks would become grossed out by you and kick you out. The collar rubbed uncomfortably against your neck, reminding you that he was still there, choking you, restraining you, claiming you as his. He didn’t see you as human, just as a pretty little thing he’d collected, like jewelry or rocks. Everything swirled around, and you couldn’t see any more. It hurt, it fucking hurt. You felt something tug in your stomach, and then your body was pulled forward.

You closed your eyes.

You heard it all splatter on the floor, the meal you’d been served. You tried to make it to the toilet, but all the food in your stomach felt so gross, and you needed to get it out, out, out, out.

You heard a gasp behind you, and you spun your head around. Your eyes widened at the sight of her. Her face was rigid, eyes like knives through your skull. Your tiny hands clutched at your torn shirt. You’d barely finished vomiting and now she was here.

“Please, please no I’m sorry!” You cried, lower lip quivering. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it!” the walls spun, moving quickly away as the ceiling dipped down, you could see her hands, and you could feel sharp pain in your skull as the floor was dragged away from your body.

“I work so hard, day and night to get food for you, and you just barf it up all over my floors like the ungrateful little brat you are! My floors will stink and stain, and it’s because of your insolence!” You couldn’t see anymore, but you could feel ripping. Did your feathers not want to be on your back anymore? What was that wet thing you felt against your face?

“Your lucky your father isn’t around, I know for a fact he wouldn’t even tolerate this sort of behavior! You make my already shitty life so much more difficult! Be grateful I haven’t sent you away!”

Words bubbled up from your throat, you were barely conscious, and at this point you knew she was hurting you, but you were so tired, you couldn’t even do anything to stop it.

“Please don’t send me away, I’ll do better! I will!”

FInally, the warped darkness was tugged away from you, and you found yourself alone, sittin on the hardwood floor. The vomit had already been cleaned up, but there were bloodstains on your clothes.

You were small, terrified, cold, angry, guilty, sad, and so, so alone.

You closed your eyes.

You didn’t want to open them.

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phoenix-king-ozai · 4 years ago

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Why the Agni Kai was justified!

Why Zuko banishment is his fault and was supported by Fire Nation society.

Extremely hot take...Yeah, I know. Granted, Zuko was MORALLY RIGHT about the Fire Nation troops being sacrificed on the battlefield for victory, but SACRIFICES ARE COMMON IN FUEDAL ANCIENT WARFARE which the Fire Nation is based on! Tokugawa Shogunate Japan, Mongolian Empire, Yuan Dynasty, Aztec Empire, Inca Empire and etc. Which were Imperialist and Absolute Monarchies. Robb Stark and Napoleon did the same thing and are considered great generals!

As far as Ozai and Azula is concerned, Zuko is a disgrace as Firstborn of the Firelord. Ozai had some hope in the past for Zuko which is why he didn’t Exile, Assassinate or Banished him during his childhood or during reign as Firelord until the Agni Kai duel. Ozai was originally shame of Zuko for possibly being a non bender. Fire Bending probably means everything to Fire Nation Royalty and Nobility, even Piandao [probably noble] parents abandon him for being a non bending because it would be a disgrace. Ozai was probably going to disown Zuko for being a “non-bender” that was born on a Winter Solstice and Premature. High Fire Nation society is all about power, dominance, intimidation.

The burning and banishment was cause by Zuko breaking sacred Fire Nation tradition!

HE IS A COMPLETE FAILURE OF A FIREBENDER AT 14 AND HAS NO MILITARY EXPERIENCE AS A GENERAL YET HE HAS THE GALL TO CALL OUT GENERAL LI PLANS FOR BEING TERRIBLE?

INSULTING AND CRITICIZING A HIGH RANKING WAR GENERAL WHEN HE SHOULD HAVE NOT BEEN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE ACCORDING TO IROH!

REFUSING TO DUEL (ANIMATED ATLA) OR HOLDING BACK (NETFLIX ATLA) IN A SACRED AGNI KAI DUEL WHEN COMMANDED BY THE FIRE LORD AND HIS IS OWN FATHER!

Was the plan immoral? Yes, but the Fire Nation genocided the Water Tribes and the Earth Kingdom for decades. Morality is the LEAST of the Fire Nation concerns especially when you can sacrifice a platoon of inexperienced fodder to capture a massive town or city and flank the powerful EK army. Firelord Sozin also had no issue committing genocide against thousands if not millions of Air nomads during the beginning of the war, the same can be said for his son Firelord Azulon genocide of the Southern Water Tribes and his raids on the Earth Kingdom and Seige of Ba Sing Se!

And of course, Azula believes Zuko to be a failure just like Ozai. Zuko FAILED to master BASIC FIREBENDING according to Iroh after THREE YEARS OF TRAINING UNDER THE GREAT DRAGON OF THE WEST. Yet, Azula is a GRANDMASTER firebender at FOURTEEN with UNIQUE BLUE FLAMES and LIGHTNING MANIPULATION!

PS: I BELIEVE THAT WHAT OZAI DID WAS COMPLETELY WRONG MORALLY, JUST THAT IT WOULD BE JUSTIFIED IN FIRE NATION IMPERIAL HIGH SOCIETY. NO ONE IN THE DUELING ARENA CAME TO ZUKO DEFENSE OR WAS OUTRAGED! IF ZUKO FOUGHT BACK, DEFENDED HIS VALUES, SHOW SOME SKILL AND FUROCITY THEN OZAI PROBABLY WOULD NOT HAVE BURN AND BANISHED HIM. HE WAS APALLED BY ZUKO “WEAKNESS” OF MERCY, COMPASSION AND EMPATHY FOR THE LOWER CLASS!

#fire lord sozin #fire lord ozai #fire lord zuko #fire lord azula #alta #avatar #fire family #fire fam #fire nation #fire nation royal family #avatar: the legend of aang #avatar: the last airbender #agni kai was justifiable in elite fire nation society

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tewwor-a · 3 years ago

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ASK MEME ( ACCEPTING )

@yulyecng pinged: 🔞 eun , pil-do , chan-yeol , seiko , bas , oryn , su-hyeon

eun

two things that sort of.. aren’t really linked!

his ears are one of the more sensitive spots on his body. play with them and he’ll get fidgety. blow on them and he’ll get flustered.

the second fact is that he has quite the sound fetish — otherwise known as auralism. certain pitches and timbres of a person’s voice can easily get him aroused, but the same goes for moans, panting, skin on skin impact, wet noises, and the sound of a zipper or belt being undone.

bonus: if you really want him to melt into putty on the spot then send him a recording! could be his partner pleasuring themselves alone or some good ol’ fashioned dirty talk to follow instructions / what they’d like to be done, or just.. read him a book with suggestive inflections ( could literally be an ingredients list tbh ).

pildo

so he can get a little handsy and especially likes to fluster his partner in public( if his partner is fine with that, of course ). casual ‘innocent’ touches coupled with a knowing glance or smirk, a few select words here and there.. until the point where he’s pushed and led to some place private enough when they’re out. he’ll have the gall to act surprised and ‘oh, wow, i didn’t know you were that hot and bothered’ *wink*. also, no surprise to anyone, but the only way he’ll stop talking is if you kiss him.

chanyeol

guess who’s temperature play? this guy is. both heat and cold are equally preferred. whether it be by teasing with an ice cube ( especially the inner thighs and during oral ), chilling toys / using a warming toy, massage with warm oils, and, of course, wax play ( preferred along the back, abdomen, and chest).

bonus: apply ice before dripping wax onto the same area and he’s in seventh heaven.

seiko

yes, he has a thing with marking ( although, again, it takes a lot of trust in both his partner and himself because he’s not used to allowing himself to do anything other than enact pain, but that’s another thing to unpack ), but let’s talk about aftercare and how important it is to him. if he’s the one to top / service then he, by all means, will provide more than adequate aftercare for his partner. help clean them ( warm towel, help wash them in a shower / bath, whatever his partner prefers ), attentive care to any wounds ( scrapes, bruises, cuts, etc ), already having water nearby, getting them food if wanted, massaging any sore areas, cuddling, etc.

on.. the flipside. he doesn’t really expect the same treatment in regards to himself ( saddening i know ), but if it does happen there’s a 75% he’ll.. tear up.

bas

three things. blindfolds, gags, and restraints. getting the whole ‘it takes a lot of trust for him to even entertain this thought with anyone else’ out of the way, being at the whim of his partner(s) is something he definitely enjoys. having to rely on all senses aside his sight makes him that much more keen. using unconventional restraints such as ties, tape, or even his partner’s word to not move really hits the spot. the use of a gag ties into aesthetics and oral fixation — it also helps him focus on something if impact play is also in the scene.

oryn

while he isn’t keen of sensory deprivation of any kind, he is a katoptronophiliac and really enjoys eye contact. being able to see not only his partner, but himself, in the moment has been.. healing in more ways than originally expected. at first it was a way to help ground himself ( there were times early on where he would toe the line of disassociating when things got too heated ), but now he thoroughly enjoys it.

suhyeon

he’s a service top. that’s it. that’s all there is owihaowgoiwhga. no, but, really — whatever his partner wants him to do? he’s gunning for it already, always striving his best to make sure his partners are pleased beyond imagination. want him to tie you up and use you? sure. want him to kneel and get stepped on? sure.

at the end of the day, he’s just happy to be there.

#✧･ﾟ that’ll be one (1) nugget please ➻ asks ･ﾟ✧#* & lemons. limes. spices. etc .#⁺˚*･༓☾　yang eun ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#⁺˚*･༓☾　jeon pil-do ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#⁺˚*･༓☾　yang chan-yeol ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#⁺˚*･༓☾　seiko nishikido ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#⁺˚*･༓☾　bas meyer ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#⁺˚*･༓☾　oryn ‘hwang saem’ ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#⁺˚*･༓☾　su-hyeon byun ➟ headcanon　☽༓･*˚#// WWHEW a lot of brainpower.. for this #// thank you sm for sending all of these in!!!#long post tw

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kreekey · 4 years ago

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also 6- I remember people used to quote how the apple crew didn't like when she ordered them as a reason to hate her like SERIOUSLY? white men hate a foreigner woman (who's recovering from a miscarriage btw) how tf is that not coming from internalized racism/sexism? and 7- I remember an audio from get back (?) sessions where Linda was repeatedly saying Jahn JAhn, making fun of yoko's accent, to get the whole squad laughing.

6 Haha I know. Here’s the Barry Miles quote, from the Zapple Diaries:

John railed to anyone who would listen that the other Beatles and the staff of Apple hated Yoko because they were racists, but this was not true. As Derek Taylor pointed out, they didn’t hate her, but they didn’t love her either. As for the accusation of racism – musicians and most of the music industry have traditionally always been free of racism and bigotry, although there might have been a residual anti-Japanese feeling (the war had only ended twenty years earlier and stories about Japanese wartime atrocities frequently featured in the newspapers). Still, the real reason that people disliked Yoko was because she ordered them about and sent them on errands in a particularly rude way; she was brought up with servants, and that’s how she treated the staff of Apple.

As thecurvature said in response:

...I’m really just smacked in the face and simply can’t ignore the utter absurdity, obliviousness, and inability to self reflect in the assertion that musicians!!!! and the music indutry!!!! have always been free of racism and bigotry!!!!! Like that’s literally the dumbest whitest shit this white woman has ever fucking heard. Anyone who has the gall to believe that to the extent that they actually wrote it down and shared it with the world has shown their racist hand and relinquished their right to a fucking opinion.

(There is no war in Ba Sing Se no racism in the 1960s. Maybe a teeny tiny bit lol. Certainly not enough to influence anybody’s opinions at all.) But yes it’s true she was born with servants, in fact in 1945 after the US firebombings of Toyko, Yoko's mother took her three children and their last remaining servant to the countryside where the chance of air raid was decreased. But yes, Yoko had a relatively privileged childhood, and when she grew older, she also rebelled against materialism and such facets of her background lol, I believe she hadn’t had a ‘servant’ in roughly two decades by that time? And it’s true she suffered miscarriages and a car crash during that time, was also already hated by the public, and was dealing with the fact contemporaries were saying her avant-garde career was dead already. And there is the factor that, especially at that time, many white men would’ve (subconsciously?) resented a non-subservient foreigner woman. But it’s not like the Beatles themselves have ever been rude to staff. For one example, Emerick recalled in his biography that during a White Album recording session, John’s amp was up to “an ear-splitting level” and he politely asked John to lower the volume so he could better record it. John replied caustically and asked him to just do his bloody job, and “Come on, get with it, Emerick. I think it’s about bloody time you got your act together.” This made Emerick mad, he couldn't even respond. He also said it was more memorable than the fact Yoko first joined them that same day too (she was reportedly very quiet/shy, John just plunked her there lol). And I don’t have a link, but Barry Miles did a talk/Q&A during which he had an anecdote where Paul really chewed out an underling who had brought him a drink, but forgot a coaster. Around that time, some of Paul’s staff mentioned he could be hard to deal with. ...However, this was around the time Linda’s health wasn’t great, so he was under stress. But does Yoko’s stress not count, or something? Idk. There is a certain empathy usually extended to idols like Paul and withheld from Yoko.

Also some other accounts on Yoko’s personality:

...Yoko seem[ed] to many people a manipulating, psychic, power-wielding egotist who would stop at nothing to get her way. This judgement hid the truth from people who didn't want to face it: Yoko's appeal, to John and the people close to her, was that she was such a strong-minded, artistic individualist. She combined all this with a fearsome practicality. Above all, she would not tolerate weakness in people. Many people who were aware of their own frailties winced at Yoko's intuitive recognition of their failure to do anything about them. John did not; he wanted his woman forceful, intelligent, powerful, domineering, and one step ahead of the game.

... One of the popular myths about John Lennon has been that he was tough, hard-hearted, vicious, and unsentimental. One of the great myths of Yoko Ono is that she is a manipulative witch, power-hungry, and cold. The reverse is true in both cases. Lennon was incurable romantic all his life and that quality manifested itself with great intensity after his reunion with Yoko. Yoko too has always been emotional, tearful, and compassionate.

Lennon, by Ray Coleman

It was a big plus to her [Yoko's] personality, that she's strong... but not to say overbearing, not 'mean' strong, you know. She's a tough girl. You know, a good New Yorker can take care of herself and she doesn't get pushed around too easily. And I think that helped John 'cause John would have more of a tendency to be nice to somebody or you know, say, 'Okay,' when he didn't really mean 'Okay,' because he didn't want to piss somebody off. You know, whereas, Yoko would be much more pragmatic. It the answer was 'No,' she'd just say 'No' and say, 'Next question.'

Elliot Mintz in Lennon Revealed, by Larry Kane

7 I haven’t heard that audio, so I really can’t comment on it. If someone has a link? The Get Back tapes are hours and hours long so I can’t look for it myself haha sorry. I’d love to give Linda the benefit of the doubt, and the social climate of the 1960s was surely different (and the mood just in Abbey Road Studios was tense as well.)

Anyway thank you anon for sending these in! Interesting points to consider, some comparisons and things I hadn’t even thought of. Also nice to hear people bring that up because it can be hard to discuss things like this, things like racism in the fandom or double standards. But it’s worthwhile, IMO. If anyone has anything to add, I’d be interested in that too <3.

#whole squad laughing.lol anon #again ty for sending in your thoughts #yoko ono #asks #anon #answers #long post #the beatles fandom #retrospective

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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What Hogwarts houses do you think the charmed ones are in?

hmm okay

so for starters i think prue is a slytherin, less because of the whole workaholic factor / bitchy character thing, but more because of how fierce she is to protect her family. they are her chosen circle and she will protect them to her dying breath. which i know gryffindor is sort of more the “loyalty” house, but imo it’s much more of a slytherin thing to have a really small close circle that is meticulously selected who you will be endlessly loyal to. on top of that, her undeniable ambition, especially at the expense of her own happiness. gryffindor is about chasing you passions, ravenclaw is following your mind, hufflepuff is doing your due diligence, but only slytherin is going into something you really don’t even want to do but still putting in endless effort into it because you have to be the best. we see a great example of this with prue and her jobs at the museum and the auction house. prue left behind her true passion of photography so her family could keep the manor, putting her love for her circle in front of her own personal desires, but that didn’t mean she trudged through her nine to five. she dedicated herself to her field and became one of the best, because that’s the type of person she is. we didn’t see her chase after her true dream until she was confident that the house was secure and her loved ones were safe, and then proceeded to pursue photography with just as much zeal as she did her previous work. on the darker side of the slytherin coin, we see her but her circle above the wellbeing of common folk in all hell breaks loose. when she needs to get piper to the hospital before she dies, she’s at her absolute most basic instinct. she launches people through the air not really caring where they land because she cannot let piper die and she’s willing to do whatever it takes make sure that doesn’t happen. and then for my third and final point, she’s the best at like a character study. she can read people and then work them to her advantage. she can easily get under people’s skin, or, on the flipside, pretend to be the person she knows they want to see, another very slytherin trait imo

then i would probably go and say piper is a gryffindor. like surface level i could easily go hufflepuff bc you know, she’s obviously a hard worker and all that but i just have to say gryffindor. because even though she was always sort of teased as the chicken of the family, she does have undeniable amounts of bravery, even before prue’s death. her speech to the elders in once upon a time?

i bet you guys think this is real funny, don't you haven't you taken enough from me? you have to send trolls to kick me while i'm down! i had a nice normal life once and you took that from me. you took my boyfriend, you took my life, the least you could do is leave me my freakin car keys. i am a good person, i am a good witch and damn it i would've made a great wife. and how dare you take that from me? i deserve... no, you know what? i demand that you send him back to me. you hear me? right now. i am going to stand in this very spot until you send leo back to me.

quintessential gryffindor. the gall, the rooting your feet where you stand, cursing out of a higher power, i mean hello? and she’s always been a bit headstrong. hufflepuff is more putting your head down and doing the work because you know it’s right, gryffindor is a little different. piper’s work ethic comes from her heart, if she puts effort into something, it’s because she holds a passion for it. if she doesn’t, well... right and wrong go a little out the window. in brain drain, she was willing to barter with the source just so she could have a normal life. her heart wasn’t in it, ergo she had no desire to put the work in. a lot more gryffindor than hufflepuff to me.

and then possibly my most controversial take i’m saying phoebe is a ravenclaw because okay like think about it a lot of what she does is driven by sort of this curiosity this passion for the unknown and desire to learn more. she never knew her dad, so after high school she flew halfway across the country just to try to find him. she was the first one to discover the book, and the first one to dive headfirst into witchcraft. if i’m gonna cite some sources here’s a piece of dialogue from the painted world:

phoebe: you weren’t at that job interview surrounded by all those college graduates. you don't know how good it feels to be really smart. smart people are respected, taken seriously. and really smart women, forget about it. then again, you probably do know what i'm talking about. you have a four-year degree.

piper: so what? phoebe, i will never have the kind of smarts you have, no matter what i do.

so from this we can gather that phoebe doesn’t like being viewed as unintelligent. in fact, she really wants to be considered smart, she wants to be smart. to which piper retorts that she is smart, but more street smarts. phoebe knows things that can’t be found in a textbook, she can operate in society at a much higher capacity than her sisters; it seems like everyone loves phoebe. also, she can go toe to toe with prue in an argument, and that takes a considerable amount of brains. and then we go on to see phoebe enroll in college and graduate with a ba in psychology, and then goes on to return to college to get a phd in psychology. and, of course, on top of that, she’s the best spell writer of the bunch, writing 40+ original spells in the show, including the spell to vanquish the source, the most powerful spell the charmed ones have. very ravenclaw, if you ask me.

uhh but tragically i’m not gonna round this out by using all four house paige is a slytherin. now, you could argue paige for about every house but i’m arguing slytherin. bc okay. so much of paige’s life was about being the best person she could be for herself, you know? like her adolescence was very “stereotypical slytherin” with excess drug use, being goth and a dramatic fuck up to your parents, stuff you see on pinterest moodboards yknow. and then she becomes a social worker, which people would usually go to as like hufflepuff support. but like,, paige was Not like a hard worker at that job. she held a passion for it yes, and she did get things done, but she was notoriously late and behind schedule, and had a bad habit of vanishing for extra long lunch breaks (even before she was a witch, if i’m not mistaken). furthermore, her methods of getting things done are less doing the works in a solid and proper method, and more about cutting corners and using her own cunning to get it done in the most efficient way possible (i mean, she was the one to use personal gain undeniably the most). and this isn’t an insult! when she first got the book of shadows, she immediately took it to work and started using it in her cases. yes, this was “personal gain”, but she was doing it to help others. with the flipside being like she didn’t need magic & should probably have done her task properly so the use of it wasn’t necessary but like i feel like that only makes it more slytherin. and then moving on, her superwitch phase was obviously her putting herself in competition with prue, and her obsessive competitive need to be the best. slytherin. and then the next season she tried to dodge magic in an attempt to reclaim her life and find some greater meaning to herself. slytherin. her whole dynamic with kyle and being chill with him knocking out sheridan was very slytherin. in season 8, her whole early competition growing into flirty with henry is very slytherin. her dynamic with her father is very slytherin (calling back to what i was talking about prue, she has closely selected her inner circle and it takes a lot of work to get it. we also see this in early season four onward with her having trouble to come to terms with new sister living and accepting piper and phoebe into her circle.) what i’m getting at is paige is a very much a slytherin when you stop to think about it.

#yeah obvi this is based on my own personal perceptions of each house #but like #im right #prue halliwell #piper halliwell #phoebe halliwell #hp #💌#margaretanswers

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surrealsunday · 4 years ago

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Jeremy having the literal gall to ask Eliott that cursed question (cursed cause Jeremy asked it) is like forever burned in my brain. If I was Eliott that would probably be the most uncomfortable I will ever feel in my life lol

Lol. I am sorry I had to traumatize you and Eliott like that. And yes, Eliott was absolutely uncomfortable to the extreme (rightfully so). And of course that was intentionally done in a way where you compare it to a situation like Bas asking Eliott if he’s into threesomes - still not something Eliott was thrilled to be asked, but done in an innocent, sort of funny way, where Eliott could respond in a way that took Basile’s feelings into account, and he wasn’t horrified to have to speak on the subject. Compare that to the convo with Jeremy (when Lucas has been thrown in the mix) and yeah... there’s a difference lol.

#mood tattoo chapter 6 #mood tattoo fic

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machinegunnerdave · 4 years ago

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apparently my little brother has never heard the song “blue” by eiffel 65.

So I play it to him

And he has the fucking GALL to say

“Is this that song from hamilton”

He has seen hamilton one time

Why and HOW the fuck did he hear “I’m blue da ba dee da ba die”

And think “Ah, yes. Aaron Burr.”

#I'M FUCKING DYING #hamilton #rambling

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themotherwanderer · 4 years ago

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Scene Of Love

I may not be special; of this I am sure. I am a common person and lived a common life. There is no statue or monument that has been built for me; I know that someday my name will be forgotten. But I know that I have loved one person with all my heart and soul- and to me this has always been enough.

October 3, 2010- I travelled back to Silang from my senescent grandparents’ house in Dasmarinas wearing a light blue satin, sleeveless blouse paired with a skinny Jag pants and a black, doll shoes. Sitting comfortably in the bus, I started to put my earphones on and listen to my Ipod’s shuffled music. It has been my custom to listen to music whenever I’m travelling. It’s as if the whole world stops, when my earphones are plugged. “I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad.. All I wanna do is to grow old with you. I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches; build you a fire if the furnace breaks. Oh, it would be so nice growing old with you..”

Came this nostalgic feeling; longing, wanting for something. Question of how it is to be in love popped in my mind. Feeling hopeless; wondering if there will be a man who will sing that song to me. And if by chance there is, I will definitely grow old with him. These thoughts were in my mind until I have deeply fallen asleep. I was in 3rd year high school when I met this man. He is too serious-with a mixture of being mature and responsible. He is a man of few words, but when says something, he really means it. A man with honor and dignity; had he been an actor on a dramarama portraying a soldier’s role, he would get the “Most Promising Actor of the Year” title. He stays to himself, yet is an ordinary guy. Women “may” flock to him due to the mystique that surrounds his persona. He can be rough, strong and sensitive at times but he has really a good-gentle heart. He is very much close to my family and he had been courting me for years, and giving him my “yes” is still in the making. I know he’s sweet, but there is that statement I want to hear, a question I’ve been waiting to be answered…

After half a decade, the bus reached Tagaytay. I can see the sky, burns fiery with red with a neon orange mix. It was evening when I got to Tartaria. Happy people came to welcome me; a warm welcome. But I can sense that there is something happening, something weird. Each of them are holding a clean, having no impurity, white rose. One by one they came after I board off the jeepney. I have collected a dozen of white roses and held them until I entered home. To my surprise I saw my mother holding a large, carefully arranged bouquet of flowers. A light shade of red flowers, signifying admiration and sweetness of thought blended with the aroma of love. Para sayo daw galling kay alam mo na. (This is for you. From you know who.) With a big smile and sparkling eyes, she handed me the flowers. At ano naman daw ang rason bakit sya nag bibigay ng bulalaklak, flower shop ba ako o flower vase? Hindi nga nya masabi sa akin na mahal nya ako. (What is his reason of giving these flowers? Am I a flower shop or a flower vase? He can’t even tell that he loves me.) Then we both laughed.

“I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad.. All I wanna do is to grow old with you. I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches; build you a fire if the furnace breaks. Oh, it would be so nice growing old with you..” I heard that song again. I know I forgot to turn off my Ipod, but playing that song again was impossible. The sound came nearer and nearer. Then I realized it was his voice. He was accompanied with two men, playing the guitar. I haven’t mention he is good at singing. He stared at me- shocks, he is walking towards me- and cleared everyone around. Cheers and teases from friends and neighborhood were heard everywhere; but it seem that I’m deaf that I can’t hear them except his flowing and hauntingly voice. As if I’m the prettiest lady in town, the bida in the love-themed teleserye in which came the “happily-ever-

#RAWthoughts

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setaripendragon · 6 years ago

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ATLA Soulmates - Azula/Ty Lee Sequel

Okay, I really wasn’t planning on doing a sequel for the Azula/Ty Lee drabble, but then I wondered about what would happen if and when Azula found out that Ty Lee really was her soulmate, and this just... happened. (And I absolutely have a whole family for Ty Lee planned out and all their stories figured out, if only in the broad strokes. She may, in fact, be kind of a little bit related to Aang. Heh. Aang has a great-grandniece.)

“What would you know? You don’t have a soulmate either!”

The beach goes deadly quiet in the wake of Zuko’s shout and Ty Lee’s wounded gasp. Azula slowly lifts her gaze from the fire to fix it on her brother, her fingrtips tingling with the urge to slam him to the sand with enough lightning to fry an entire city. It’s been eight years since she found her soulmate, since her touch left a golden mark on Ty Lee’s skin, and in all that time, the fear – Azula can call it what it is, even though it galls her – that someone would take Ty Lee away from her, that Ty Lee would leave, has never abated.

Ty Lee running off to join the circus didn’t help, but at least Ty Lee told Azula about it, told her what she wanted, told her she wasn’t leaving, just travelling. She wrote a lot over those years, reassurance disguised as intelligence reports disguised as love letters. Azula secretly treasured every one. No one in her father’s court has dared to speak ill of Ty Lee, and it’s been more than five years since anyone has dared to mention that the soulbond was not a mutual one.

Until Zuko.

Azula has wanted to kill her brother before – has tried to kill her brother before – but never with the cold, calm intensity she feels right now. “Zuzu…!” She coos, sweetness over steel. It’s the only warning he’s going to get.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” Zuko snarls, rounding on her, too angry to be afraid. Foolish Zuzu. “She might be your soulmate, Azula, but everyone knows you’re not hers!”

It takes every last shred of Azula’s self-control not to just fling half the bonfire at Zuko. Every last shred of control and Ty Lee’s choked, aborted little “I-” of protest. Azula looks over at her, holding herself rigid in order to contain her fury. How dare he? “Stop it.” Ty Lee insists, sounding close to tears. “Stop it, it-” A hiccuping sob. “Don’t say it like that. It’s not like that. I’m not leaving!” A little of the tension ebbs out of Azula’s muscles, and her breathing comes a little smoother. “I love her.” Ty Lee finishes, quieter, softer, a little desperate.

Pulling up a smile for Ty Lee’s benefit, Azula reaches out and catches Ty Lee’s gold-marked hand in hers. Ty Lee’s wobbly return smile is reassuring enough that a blistering glare is the only thing Azula shoots across the bonfire at Zuko.

“I think that was Zuko’s point.” Mai interjects, sounding eminently bored. She’s backing Zuko up, but she also ignores the grateful look Zuko shoots her for it. She’s still mad at him, then, just more mad at Ty Lee for pointing out they aren’t actually soulmates. It’d be a waste of all the work Azula has put into setting them up, but she can’t help the urge to use that, to drive a knife into that weakness and twist. It’d be easy, just a few little comments, the right innocent tone, and Zuko and Mai will spend the rest of their lives hating each other.

No, better to let it rest. Azula’s patient, she can wait until one of them finds their soulmate. Oh, that’ll be delicious. She’ll have to see if she cad encourage Mai meeting new people without being obvious about it, because it’ll just serve Zuzu right if Mai leaves him for her soulmate. Yes. That will be much more satisfying than carelessly tearing them apart now.

So she says some apparently careless things that Zuko and Mai both disagree with, lets Ty Lee jump in at the right moment to encourage their camaraderie, and remind everyone that they’re all friends, and before long Zuko and Mai are wandering off along the beach together, heads bent close and talking quietly. Azula watches their retreating backs, seething hatred warring with cold satisfaction. Then she pushes the plots from her mind with a sharp little laugh, and gets to her feet. “Come on, Ty Lee.” She murmurs, stepping around the bonfire and heading back towards their little holiday shack, already sick of this stupid beach.

She’s right on the edge of the firelight before she realises that Ty Lee isn’t following. A glance back shows that Ty Lee is on her feet, staring into the heart of the flames like she’s watching it consume her most treasured possessions. Azula’s lungs seize in sudden panic. She thought Ty Lee had dismissed Zuko’s words, but had they found their mark after all? Is this it? “Ty Lee?” Azula questions, schooling her voice into something soft and reassuring, even though it wants to come out a demand.

Ty Lee gasps and whirls around, plat whipping through the air like a banner and eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Azula’s heart clenches, furious that Ty Lee has been reduced to tears, terrified at what it might mean. You can’t leave me, she thinks, the words burning a hole through her tongue, but she refuses to let them out. She will not beg. “Azula- I have to tell you something.” Ty Lee bursts out, taking two small steps away from the fire, towards Azula, and reaching out with shaking hands. Like maybe she’s just as afraid of Azula leaving. Which is foolish. “Please don’t hate me.”

Oh, Azula can’t promise that. If Ty Lee leaves her, if Ty Lee chooses someone else, then Azula doesn’t think she’ll be able to stop herself from hating her. Furiously, bitterly, to her very last breath. It would be the smart thing to lie, though, to assure Ty Lee that she can’t hate her, that she’s Azula’s soulmate, but… but Azula does try not to make Ty Lee promises she’s not absolutely certain she can keep. She won’t betray her soulmate like that, not unless and until Ty Lee does it to her first.

She’s the only person who deserves so much consideration. “What is it?” She asks, calm and gentle, even though she can’t keep her intent focus out of her expression.

Perhaps Ty Lee hears the reassurance that was on the tip of her tongue, the reassurance she hadn’t uttered, because her tremulous smile looks more grateful than a simple question could ever warrant. She stands a little straighter, a little prouder, and meets Azula’s gaze deliberately. “You are my soulmate.” She states.

“Don’t-!” Azula snarls before she can stop herself, the pain lancing through her wrenching the word out despite her control. Don’t lie to me! Don’t say you love me and then leave! Don’t say you’re mine when you’re not! Every version gives away too much, reveals too much of that drowning black pit inside her that Azula refuses to look at.

Ty Lee lurches forwards, hands extended to catch hold of Azula’s. “I’ve known since we were kids. Since the day you touched me.” She blurts out, rapid-fire, breathless with urgency, and by all appearances entirely sincere. She even goes so far as to hold up their hands so that the gold on her wrist glitters and gleams in the firelight behind her. “But I was scared, so I never said, I just let you believe the whole time that you aren’t, and I’m sorry.”

Azula takes a slow, steadying breath, to calm the storm inside her. If Ty Lee’s going to invoke that day, then so is Azula. “You promised never to lie to me, Ty Lee.” She reminds the other girl, low and quiet and intense. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Don’t lie to me.

Ty Lee smiles at her, pained and helpless. “Azula, I can’t lie to you. That’s how I knew.”

No one has ever accused Azula of being stupid. It’s not hard to draw the connections. Ty Lee isn’t Fire Nation. She might have been born here – Azula knows she was born here, she’s heard all the stories about the birth of the Fire Nation’s first surviving septuplets – but somehow, she’s not of Agni’s people. She belongs to a different Nation, under the power of a different spirit, with different rules. And there’s only one heritage that scares someone as fearless as Ty Lee

Fearless, flighty, distractable, bubbly, innocent Ty Lee. Just like a certain Air Nomad Avatar.

“You’re an Air Nomad.” Azula breathes, staring at a nodding Ty Lee. Staring into Ty Lee’s grey eyes. How has she never noticed before? They’re dark grey, touched with brown around the edges and the pupil, and they look almost amber in the firelight, but they are grey. As are her sisters’ eyes. As are her mother’s eyes, and her aunt’s.

Azula has never met either of Ty Lee’s grandparents. Her grandfather disappeared not long before Ty Lee’s birth. Her grandfather, who was brother to Aunt Maka, Iroh’s wife, who died of a sudden illness, and uncle to Lu Ten, who died in the siege of Ba Sing Se. Supposedly at the hand of earth-benders, but Azula knows full well how easy it is to arrange a little friendly fire to get rid of inconvenient individuals. Can it be possible that there was more to all that than simple bad luck?

“Your grandfather?” Azula asks darkly. She certainly wouldn’t put it past her grandfather to have a grandchild killed if he felt like it, and finding out there’s Air Nomad blood in the royal family is- infuriating is too mild a word for it. But if Lu Ten, the heir’s heir, hadn’t been safe enough, then what does that mean for Ty Lee?

“Oh! No!” Ty Lee rushes to reassure her. “We get it from Grandmother. Her father met her mother while he was fighting in the war. I think, maybe, from Grandmother’s stories, that he didn’t know.” She muses sheepishly.

That’s slightly reassuring, but it still doesn’t erase the fact that Ty Lee’s in terrible danger just by living. Terrible danger from Azula’s own family. From Azula herself. Because if it were anyone other than Ty Lee, Azula wouldn’t hesitate to do the Fire Lord’s will, and exterminate them all. Is that why Ty Lee stayed? Currying favour for protection. A cricket-mouse hiding in the lion-dillo’s ear.

The thought leaves her cold, but there’s a single glowing ember burning in her chest, because Ty Lee has told her. Stupidly, recklessly, she’s just told Princess Azula of the Fire Nation that she’s an Air Nomad, even though she didn’t need to. “Father would have you all killed if he knew.” She muses, quiet and ominous, watching Ty Lee closely. I should have you all killed now that I know, she doesn’t say, but only because she doesn’t need to.

Ty Lee drops her gaze and swallows. “I know.” She whispers, meek and shaking.

“So why tell me?” Azula presses ruthlessly.

“Because it was hurting you!” Ty Lee yelps. Azula’s eyebrows fly up and her breath catches. “You thought that I was your soulmate but you weren’t mine, and that maybe I would leave one day like your mother did, but I won’t. I promise, I won’t, Azula, because you’re my soulmate.” Ty Lee takes a deep breath that shakes like she’s about to cry. “Please don’t hate me.”

Azula recoils from the mention of her mother, hating the sudden pang that goes through her at the reminder that she left, of the poison she spewed at Azula before she did, all of her claims of loving both her children equally dissolving when it really mattered. But for the first time in her life, she manages to shake it off without needing to inflict violence on someone else first, because Ty Lee’s following words entirely distract her.

“I am your soulmate.” Azula breathes, only now fully realising the true impact of what Ty Lee is saying. All her fears of Ty Lee running off and finding someone else, of coming in second best yet again, are unfounded. She’s Ty Lee’s soulmate. She’s the one person in the whole world who’s most important to Ty Lee. More than even her family, her sisters and mother and aunt and grandmother. More than even herself. Even Father has never given her that. It’s foolish, to be so moved by a hope, by sentiment, but Azula can’t help but lift a hand to cup Ty Lee’s cheek. Ty Lee leans into the touch, bewildered but smiling faintly anyway.

“Tell me a lie.” Azula orders abruptly, needing proof with a sudden intensity.

“Th-” Ty Lee tries to say. Watching her like a hawk, Azula can see the way her throat seizes, muscles convulsing. It’s subtle, just a touch of fluttering under the skin but it’s enough that – now that she knows – Azula thinks she’ll be able to tell the difference between this and Ty Lee just not being sure what to say.

“Another.” Azula demands. Her mind is racing back over her memories, all those times she thought Ty Lee was just struggling to find the right words, and reassessing. Had she been about to lie? Just now, at the bonfire, when she choked over countering Zuko. What was she about to say? Was it just distress, or had it been a lie? The day Azula left her mark on Ty Lee’s skin, had the stammering then been Ty Lee trying to tell a lie? Trying to see if Azula was her soulmate? It must’ve been.

“I-” Ty Lee chokes again, and yes, Azula can see it now, can hear the little hitch that’s Ty Lee subtly catching her breath after being denied it for a heartbeat.

Ty Lee can’t lie to her. Because Azula is her soulmate. Azula has never felt so free. She doesn’t bother trying to contain the laughter that bubbles out of her, delighted and incredulous and victorious. Ty Lee blinks at her, wide-eyed and startled and Azula’s. All Azula’s, always and forever.

Impulse has Azula leaning in and kissing Ty Lee. It’s not as if they haven’t kissed before, but they were always light, rote, for show. Nothing like here and now, alone on a beach at dusk, with a bonfire blazing behind them and the sea shushing against the shore beyond. There’s no one to put on a show for, nothing in Azula’s head except Ty Lee. No plans, no plots, no machinations. Just them, together, always. It’s enough to make her feel giddy.

Ty Lee makes a startled sound against her lips, still with surprise, but when Azula just kisses her a little more firmly, she throws her arms around Azula’s shoulders and clings, turning her head into the kiss and opening her mouth and- Oh.

That’s new.

Azula curls her arms around Ty Lee’s waist, pulling her in until they’re pressed up against each other, not a breath of air between them, mouths sliding and parting and coming together again for another taste. When they finally pause, it’s only because Azula’s starting to feel light-headed, and they stay twined together, sharing air as they both gasp – subtly, in Azula’s case – for air. Then Ty Lee squeaks, giggles, and buries her face in Azula’s shoulder.

Azula turns her cheek to press against Ty Lee’s hair and stares at the ember-speckled smoke wafting up from the bonfire. “You’re mine.” Azula breathes with new conviction. “You’re mine.” This time there’s less awe in her voice, and more ferocity. “And I protect what’s mine, Ty Lee. I will protect you.” She vows, and that is a promise she has every intention of keeping.

Ty Lee clutches her tighter and bursts into tears.

Father will never know, Azula vows silently, watching sparks of fire dancing on the breeze against the pitch-black sky. And even if he does find out, I won’t let him have Ty Lee. I’ll kill him before I let him hurt her. A sudden gust catches the flames and hurls a cloud of sparks high into the air, painting the night’s sky like stars. Azula narrows her eyes. That thought is treason; to so much as consider defying the Fire Lord is dangerous, but…

It’s not treason if I win.

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cheryls-blossomed · 5 years ago

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Imo, Eddie was problematic in S1. I understand his main purpose was to be an obstacle for WA but, to me, he came across as shady bc if he knew from the beginning about IW having romantic feelings for BA then it seems like a lot of his actions had ulterior motives. Him always kissing Iris in front of Barry, asking Barry to talk to Joe about the proposal, he would give Barry these looks sometimes like he knows. He’s a detective, he’s not stupid. Eddie wasn’t as innocent as some may believe

Yes! Thank you! This is exactly how I feel about Eddie. The fact of the matter is, the vast majority of people who think Eddie was this precious cinnamon roll who needed to be protected don’t care about Iris’s feelings or the fact that she was constantly made out to be somehow in the wrong, when she didn’t do anything. She was always defending herself to Eddie, which is utterly ridiculous.

If we really look at what happened in season 1, I genuinely don’t buy that Eddie was this amazing guy. He was just another white dude who had a lot of insecurities about his girlfriend. Fandom loved him due to his whiteness, and especially if they could demonize Iris by bemoaning Eddie. Eddie literally tries to make Iris feel bad for writing about the Flash: he belittles her blog posts, claiming that she’s chasing a myth, but then decides to amass a police force to catch the Flash, all because he’s jealous. That’s not normal behavior, by any stretch. I really started having issues with Eddie when I saw the way he was dismissive of Iris writing about the Flash: instead of encouraging her to pursue her journalistic passions, he was in his feelings over the topic she was writing about. We never see Eddie encourage Iris in her journalistic endeavors or in anything, really: he has nothing to say about anything she has done or is doing, unless it pertains to their relationship, until he has to lie to her about Mason Bridge’s disappearance.

The main issue is that Eddie and Iris’s relationship exists almost entirely from Barry’s viewpoint, and it also exists on the periphery of Westallen, so we don’t see what’s actually good about Westh*wne outside of a few sweet scenes. Iris asks Eddie to be honest with her, and when he isn’t, she rightfully avoids him. He makes this all about himself: he goes so far as to shade her and the fact that she’s giving him the cold shoulder (”like father, like daughter,” because apparently he thinks it’s also a good idea to shade her dad as well), in front of Barry. Even Barry is taken aback when he hears Eddie say this, as it’s damn rude, especially because both Barry and Eddie know that Iris has every right to be upset about Eddie’s secrecy. He still had the gall to shade her in front of her best friend, and he did this, because, once again, his insecurities about Iris’s relationship with Barry got the better of him.

There’s also the fact that it’s very clearly implied that Eddie knew of Iris’s romantic feelings for Barry, and that she’s clearly grieving her best friend, and he still chose to pursue her at her most vulnerable.

I wasn’t surprised that he went and asked Barry to convince Joe about the proposal, because I think he knew deep down the real reason Joe refused to give his blessing. He figured therefore that Barry would be the only person who could bring Joe around to the idea. He approaches Barry so innocently, but his motivations were not innocent at all.

Eddie was pretty bland to me, overall. I don’t dislike him, per se, but I think he was a bland white boy who had so many insecurities about Iris and Barry’s relationship, and he honestly was not all that good of a boyfriend to Iris (he didn’t even stand by her the way she stood by him).

#replies #anti eddie thawne #anti westhawne #Anonymous #my meta

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unexpected-nightview · 4 years ago

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For Immortal Ba Ye who is hiding from Rishan... I am torned between wanting Rishan somehow stumbling upon him by chance and groveling at his feet because yes, he can survive without Ba Ye, but it's not a life he wants to live. Or, somehow Rishan ending up in trouble and Ba Ye just saving the day somehow. Rishan might have rejected him, but Ba Ye still loves him. And he'll be damned if anyone hurts him in any way when he can prevent it. He owes him at least that much for all the time Rishan protected him in the past.

...Damn I like them both too. MMMM. Let me try something.

Rishan ends finding Ba Ye in front of his old house. Of course he calls for him but Ba Ye is having none of this bs anymore so he starts walking away. Rishan follows him and they end up in a nearby alley. They argue, obviously, bc Ba Ye just wants to be left alone and won’t let Rishan try to either apologize or explain things. At some point Rishan might end up saying something like “Would you please shut up for once and let me explain??”. Which. It has the result you might expect : Ba Ye leaves, again, furious “Fine. See me shutting up then!!”

Rishan at this point is a MessTM. He can’t believe that he fucked thrice now. But he can’t let this go so he tries to follow Ba Ye but is intercepted by some wannabe thugs that have beef with the Zhangs. And of course, they are the kind of people who need to jump on someone when they are at their lowest. Because why try to get the Zhang Patriac fair and square right?

On his side, Ba Ye is walking down the street fuming and so so so angry. Can’t believe the gall this man has. First he avoids him and now he won’t leave him alone?? And he tells him to shut up??? Oh hell NO. So he turns back, ready to give Lt Zhang another piece of his mind. He then arrives where the thugs are ganging up on Rishan and his instincts take control. That won’t do. No one is allowed to hurt his Daigua. No. One. So he throws himself at the thugs, kicking and bitting and the element of surprise is enough for Rishan to recover his bearings and kick these sorry asses.

Then, once he sees an opening, he takes Ba Ye’s hand and they both start running away. They don’t stop until they are sitting on a private compartment in the last train leaving for Beijing. By some miracle they haven’t let go of each other’s hand.

Ba Ye, realizing that, is about to pull off his hand but stops at the last second when he feels how cold and shaky Rishan’s hand is. And yes. He might still be very angry...but that doesn’t mean he is happy to see Daigua in this state. And if he has to be honest...he missed Rishan. So he stays put, for now. “...You owe me a ticket back to Changsha” “I don’t-” “You owe me a ticket Lt” “ I don’t want you to go back”. Oh that’s...that’s?? Woah. What a joke. Ba Ye is starting to talk when Rishan begs him to please, please let him explain. If Ba Ye doesn’t find the explanation good enough then he will buy him the ticket back and leave him alone. He says this in such a quiet and vulnerable way that it breaks Ba Ye’s heart. So he let’s Rishan explain himself.

He has been gone for almost 80 years*. He disappeared without a trace and no matter how hard Rishan tried, he couldn’t find him. After decades of searching, Rishan had to let go of any hope because it was poisoning him. And now, out of nowhere, Ba Ye reappears, as if time hadn’t passed at all? What proof there was that Ba Ye wasn’t some creature like the ones born from that meteorite? Or a scheme from one of his many enemies? What is worse, Rishan was scared to believe Ba Ye had returned because if it was a lie, it would definitely destroy him for good and he is so tired of still hurting. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed, the pain doesn’t go away and he misses Ba Ye so much...there isn’t a day where he doesn’t think about hi-

And it’s then when Ba Ye realizes that “You didn’t move on” “?” “You didn’t. move. on” “wha-? what part of thinking about you every single day sounded like I had moved on??” “well if someone had explained the problem from the very beginn-” “well excuse me from trying to take some precautio-” and just like that, they start bickering like in the old times. And that leads to a more serious conversation, apologies and lots of tears. Rishan doesn’t tell Ba ye everything that happened during his absence because now there is no rush. They have all the time in the world to catch up.

*the 80 years bit : since the Japanese invasion happens in 1937, if their relationship was fairly new for this it could be that they got together around 1938-1940? Or not. IDK OKAY. slfjslfk Okay please go read the notes bc @elletromil had the cutest idea concerning the Turtles 🐢🐢

#NONNIE ;A;#sometimes...both options are good #skfsj #THERE IS A COMPROMISE #aaaagh #fuba #I just want them to cuddle and be happy #maybe Rishan gets Ba Ye new turtles #most likely he does #the mystic nine #the lost tomb #ljm #Anonymous #Fu ba #also in case it wasn't clear #I do love my clichés #so I'm going to throw every single one of them towards FUBA

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Two letter words:

There are 107 acceptable 2-letter words listed in the Official Scrabble Players Dictionary, 6th Edition and the Official Tournament and Club Word List:

AA, AB, AD, AE, AG, AH, AI, AL, AM, AN, AR, AS, AT, AW, AX, AY, BA, BE, BI, BO, BY, DA, DE, DO, ED, EF, EH, EL, EM, EN, ER, ES, ET, EW, EX, FA, FE, GI, GO, HA, HE, HI, HO, ID, IF, IN, IS, IT, JO, JU, JY, JZ, KA, KI, KO, LA, LI, LO, MA, ME, MI, MM, MO, MU, MY, NA, NE, NO, NU, OD, OE, OF, OH, OI, OK, OM, ON, OP, OR, OS, OW, OX, PA, PE, PI, PO, QI, RE, SH, SI, SO, TA, TE, TI, TO, UH, UM, UN, UP, US, UT, WE, WO, XI, XU, YA, YE, YO, ZA

Two letter contractions: I’m, I’d

Four letter verbs:

abet, abut, abye/aby, ache, alit, ally, ante, arch, aver, avow (10).

baby, bach, back, bade, baff, bail, bait, bake, bald, bale, balk, ball, band, bang, bank, bant, barb, bard, bare, barf, bark, base, bash, bask, bate, bath, bauk, bawl, bead, beam, bean, bear, beat, beck, bede, beef, been, beep, bell, belt, bend, bent, bere, best, bias, bide(archaic usage), biff, bike, bilk, bill, bind, bird, birl, birr, bite, bitt, blab, blat, blaw, bled, blet, blew, blip, blob, blot, blow, blub, blue, blur, boak, boat, bode, body, boff(vulgar usage), boil, boke, bomb, bond, bone, bong, bonk, boob, book, boom, boot, bore, born, boss, boun, bowl, brad, brag, bray, bred, brew, brim, buck, buff, bulk, bull, bump, bung, bunk, bunt, buoy, burl, burn, burp, burr, bury, bush, busk, buss, bust, busy, butt, buzz (117).

ca-ca, cage, cake, calk, call, calm, came, camp, cane, cant, card, care, carp, cart, case, cash, cast, cave, cede, cere, chap, char, chat, chaw, chid, chin, chip, chop, chow, chug, chum, cite, clad, clam, clap, claw, clay, clew, clip, clog, clop, clot, cloy, club, clue, coal, coat, coax, cock, code, coif, coil, coin, coke, comb, come, comp, cone, conk, conn, cook, cool, coop, cope, copy, cord, core, cork, corn, cosh, cost, coup, cove, cowl, crab, cram, crap, crew, crib, crop, crow, cube, cuff, cull, curb, curd, cure, curl, curr, cuss (90).

dado, daff, damn, damp, dang, dare, dark, darn, dart, dash, date, daub, dawn, daze, deal, deck, deed, deem, defy, deke, dele, demo, dent, deny, dial, dice, died, diet, dike, dine, ding, ding, dint, dirk, disc, dish, disk, diss, dive, dock, doff, dole, dome, done, doom, dope, dose, doss, dote, dove, down, doze, drab, drag, draw, dray, dree, drew, drip, drop, drub, drug, drum, duck, duel, duet, dull, dumb, dump, dung, dunk, dupe, dusk, dust, dyke (75).

earn, ease, echo, eddy, edge, edit, emit, envy, espy, etch, even, exit (12).

face, fade, fail, fake, fall, fame, fard, fare, farm, fart, fash, fast, fate, fawn, faze, fear, feed, feel, fell, felt, fend, fess, fete, feud, file, fill, film, find, fine, fink, fire, firm, fish, fist, fizz, flag, flap, flat, flaw, flay, fled, flee, flew, flex, flip, flit, flog, flop, flow, flub, flux, foal, foam, foil, foin, fold, fond, fool, foot, ford, fork, form, foul, fowl, frag, frap, fray, free, fret, frig, frit, fuel, full, fume, fund, funk, furl, fuse, fuss, futz, fuze, fuzz (82).

gaff, gage, gain, gait, gall, game, gang, gaol, gape, garb, gash, gasp, gast(obsolete), gate, gaum(US), gave, gawk, gawp, gaze, gear, geld, gibe, gift, gild, gill, gimp, gird, girt, give, glad(archaic), glom, glow, glue, glug, glut, gnar, gnaw, go by, go on, goad, golf, gone, gong, goof, gore, gown, grab, gray, grew, grey, grid, grin, grip, grit, grow, grub, gulf, gull, gulp, gush, gust, gybe, gyre, gyve (64).

hack, haft, hail, hale, halo, halt, hand, hang, hare, hark, harm, harp, hash, hasp, hast, hate, hath(archaic), haul, have, hawk, haze, head, heal, heap, hear, heat, heed, heel, heft, held, helm, help, hent(obsolete), herd, hewn, hide, hike, hill, hint, hire, hiss, hive, hoax, hock, hoke(slang), hold, hole, home, hone, honk, hood, hoof, hook, hoop, hoot, hope, horn, hose, host, hove, howl, huff, hulk, hull, hump, hung, hunt, hurl, hurt, hush, husk, hymn, hype, hypo (74).

idle, inch, iris, iron, isle, itch (6).

jack, jade, jail, jape, jazz, jeep, jeer, jell, jerk, jest, jibe, jilt, jink, jinx, jive, join, joke, jolt, josh, juke, jump, junk (22).

kayo, keek(Scots), keel, keen, keep, kept, kern, kick, kill, kiln, kilt, kink, kiss, kite, knap, knew, knit, knot, know (19).

lace, lack, laid, lain, lair, lake, lamb, lame, land, lard, lark, lase, lash, last, lath, laud, lave, laze, lazy, lead, leaf, leak, lean, leap, lech, leer, left, lend, lens, lent, levy, lick, lift, like, lilt, limb, lime, limn, limp, line, link, lisp, list, live, load, loaf, loan, lock, loft, loll, long, look, loom, loop, loot, lope, lord, lose, lost, loup(Scots), lour, lout, love, lube, luck, luff, luge, lull, lump, lure, lurk, lust, lute, lyse (74).

mace, made, mail, maim, make, mall, malt, mark, marl, mart, mash, mask, mass, mast, mate, maul, maze, mean, meet, meld, mell, melt, mend, meow, mesh, mess, mete, mewl, miff, milk, mill, mime, mind, mine, mint, mire, miss, mist, moan, moat, mock, moil, mold, molt, moon, moor, moot, mope, moss, move, muck, muff, mull, mump, muse, mush, muss, must, mute (59).

nail, name, near, neck, need, nest, nick, nigh, nill(obsolete), nock, nose, nosh, note, nuke, null, numb (16).

obey, ogle, oink, okay, omen, omit, ooze, open, oust, over (10).

pace, pack, page, pain, pair, pale, pall, palm, pang, pant, pare, park, part, pash(Austral), pass, pave, pawn, peak, peal, peck, peek, peel, peen, peep, peer, pelt, pend, perk, perm, pick, pike, pile, pill, pimp, pine, ping, pink, pipe, piss(vulgar), pith, pity, plan, plat, play, plod, plop, plot, plow, plug, pock, poke, pole, poll, pond, pool, pore, port, pose, post, pour, pout, pray, pree, prep, prey, prim, prod, prog, prop, puff, puke, pule, pull, pulp, pump, punt, purl, purr, push, putt (80).

quad, quip, quit, quiz (4).

race, rack, raft, rage, raid, rail, rain, rake, ramp, rang, rank, rant, rape, rase, rasp, rate, rave, raze, razz, read, ream, reap, rear, reck, redd(dialect), rede(archaic), redo, reed, reef, reek, reel, rein, rely, rend, rent, rest, re-up, rice, rick, ride, riff, rift, rile, rill, rime(archaic)/rhyme, ring, riot, rise, risk, rive, roam, roar, robe, rock, rode, roil, rolf, roll, romp, roof, rook, room, root, rope, rose, rout, rove, ruck, ruff, ruin, rule, rush, rust (73).

sack, said, sail, sale, salt, sand, sass, sate, save, sawn, scab, scam, scan, scar, scat, scud, scum, seal, seam, sear, seat, seed, seek, seel, seem, seen, seep, sell, send, sent, sewn, shag, sham, shed, shim, shin, ship, shit, shoe, shog, shoo, shop, shot, show, shun, shut, sick, side, sift, sigh, sign, silk, silt, sing, sink, sire, site, size, skew, skid, skim, skin, skip, slab, slag, slam, slap, slat, slay, sled, slew, slid, slim, slip, slit, slog, slop, slot, slow, slub, slue, slug, slum, slur, smut, snag, snap, snip, snow, snub, snug, soak, soap, soar, sock, soil, sold, sole, solo, soot, sorb, sort, soup, sour, sown, spae(scottish), spam, span, spar, spat, spay, spec, sped, spew, spin, spit, spot, spud, spur, spurn, stab, stag, star, stay, stem, step, stet, stew, stir, stop, stow, stub, stud, stun, suck, suds, suit, sulk, sung, sunk, surf, swab, swag, swam, swan(brit), swap, swat, sway, swig, swim, swob, swop(brit)/swap, swot, swum, sync (155).

tabu, tack, tail, take, talc, talk, tame, tamp, tang, tank, tape, tare, task, taut, taxi, team, tear, teem, tell, tend, tent, term, test, text, thaw, thin, thud, tick, tide, tidy, tier, tiff, tile, till, tilt, time, tine, ting, tint, tire, toil, toke, told, tole, toll, tomb, tone, tong, took, tool, toot, tope, tore, torn, toss, tote, tour, tout, tram, trap, tree, trek, trim, trip, trod, trot, trow(archaic), true, tube, tuck, tuft, tune, turf, turn, tusk, twig(Brit), twin, twit, type (79).

undo, urge (2).

vade, vail(archaic), vamp, vary, veal, veer, veil, vein, vend, vent, vest, veto, vide, view, vine, visa, vise, void, vote (19).

wade, waft, wage, wail, wait, wake, wale, walk, wall, wane, want, ward, ware(archaic), warm, warn, warp, wash, waul, wave, wawl, wean, wear, weed, ween, weep, weet, weld, well, welt, wend, went, wept, were, wert(archaic), wham, whap, whet, whid(Scottish), whip, whir, whiz, whop, wick, wile, will, wilt, wind, wine, wing, wink, wipe, wire, wise, wish, wisp, wist, wite, wive, woke, wolf, wont, wood, woof, word, wore, work, worm, worn, wove, wrap, writ(archaic) (71).

x-ray (1).

yack, yank, yard, yarn, yaup, yawn, yawp, yean, yell, yelp, yerk, yeuk, yock, yoke, yowl, yo-yo(informal), yuck (17).

zero, zest, zinc, zing, zone, zonk, zoom (7).

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