#this was purely just for my enjoyment as a nerd

[cypresswarrior]

The Montauk Project (Experiments in Time) by Preston B. Nichols and Peter Moon

You can read this for free:

https://archive.org/details/the-montauk-project-experiments-in-time/mode/1up

[dan-crimes]

OH, TALKING ON GEAR, I made a new outfit today that I had been planning on making for ages but had to find the right headpiece and FINALLY!! I didn't wanna get rid of my Tenacity even tho the outfit goes really well together I am not willing to turn Tenacity into Ink Resistance Up I had a long hard think on it waiting to find the perfect outfit and FINALLY I always end up looking in the Bomb Defense Up category bcuz there are WAY too many Bomb Defense Up clothes honestly for how much better the other abilities are such as Ink Saver (Main) and Ink Recovery Up and Ink Saver (Sub), they barely have like any clothes or outfits that go well together. Maybe I just need to look more into it honestly I've been messing around with Run Speed Up and Swim Speed Up mostly and haven't made any real "main gear" outfits for myself, well I did at the start of the game but that gear is pretty outdated now and I'd wanna improve the abilities on it if I wanted to keep the outfit

ANYWAY I finally made my 3 mains of Ink Resistance Up with all Run Speed Up subslots, those were some interesting Rainmaker games once I realised how effective that Ink Resistance Up was XP

[edmunsonss]

Love Letters to Future Selves

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Summary: Eddie finds a letter that he was never supposed to read.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Swearing, kinda angsty??, it's also overly dramatic and not proofread because I just wrote this in class (sorry professor!).

A/N: I don't know what this is but I had the idea sitting in my lil idea dump, so yeah! I hope you like it :)

•:•.•:•.☾☼☽•:•.•:•.

Air hits your face as you stand there, alone, overlooking the city from your small apartment’s even smaller balcony. Ever since you arrived to New York, standing out on the balcony at night and looking at the lights that illuminate the buildings all around you is something that brought you comfort. Now it’s just a poignant reminder of the decisions that have brought you there.

You still remember the day the letter arrived in the mail. Eddie was there with you, sitting on your bed as you both tried to complete your English Lit assignment. It was one of the first times in your whole High School experience where you could genuinely say homework was enjoyable. Even Eddie seemed to be enjoying it, more involved in a project than you’d ever seen him be.

Your mom called your name, told you there was mail for you, which immediately made you look at Eddie.

“I think I’m going to be sick, Teddy.” You wished it was a joke, but you had genuinely felt your heart fall to your ass at her words. You had been waiting for that letter for months at that point.

“It’s going to be fine,” Eddie reassured, “There’s nothing to worry about, my little valedictorian.”

Eddie had never cared much about school, as demonstrated by the fact that by next fall, he would be a three-time senior at Hawkins High. He would have never imagined that he would end up becoming the biggest nerd in school’s best friend. Life was funny like that sometimes. Now there you were, about to escape Hawkins and go to college while Eddie stayed behind.

“Okay, okay.” You mumbled, anxiously playing with the ring on your finger, “I’ll just go get it before I throw up.”

You ran into the kitchen and basically yanked the letter out of your mother’s grasp. After mumbling out a quick apology, you went back into your room and shut the door behind you.

You stood there for a few seconds, back pressed against the door. It felt as if the purple envelope in your grasp was mocking you, like it knew the letter inside of it would change the course of your life.

“Well, open it!” Eddie laughed and secretly wiped the palm of his hand on his ripped jeans, just as nervous as you were.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You went and sat by his side once again.

“NYU.” He whispered. Your dream school ever since you were a little kid, the dream he had seen you chase for years.

You messily ripped the letter open, blinded by pure excitement. Everything went silent for a few minutes, you swore you even stopped hearing the Metallica record that had been playing.

Eddie read the letter with you, slightly craning his neck to look over your shoulder. The next thing he knew, you were screaming out of pure joy. He barely managed to catch the words admitted… Tisch School of the Arts before you threw the piece of paper into the air.

He treated you to a celebratory dinner that night. With the little money Eddie had, he took you to your favorite diner and let you ramble on and on for hours about everything you would do once you were in New York.

When the time came, Eddie was the one who helped you get settled into the apartment you would be sharing with two of your classmates. He helped you decorate your room and stayed the week before school started. You explored the city together and he made sure to take the subway to Tisch with you every morning until you had it perfectly memorized. You also took him to watch West Side Story and insisted on going to George’s for breakfast, just like your family did when they visited the city. It was probably the most magical week of your life.

Back then, you had been afraid of the distance pulling you apart from each other, but Eddie killed your fear with every call he made and letter he sent. You would even visit each other on holidays and it would almost feel as if nothing had ever changed.

You were still living inside that illusion until about an hour ago. You had just gotten back from class and figured it was a good idea to give Eddie a call before his show at the Hideout, craving to hear his voice. Neither of you had been able to talk over the phone that whole week and all you wanted was to hear how your best friend was doing.

You dialed his house number, which you had memorized as well as if it were your own. What you didn’t expect, was for someone else to pick up the phone on the other side.

“Munson residence,” Spoke a sweet voice. You frowned, what the fuck?

It definitely didn’t sound anything like Eddie’s voice, or Wayne’s. It did sound familiar, but you couldn’t put a face to the voice.

“Hello? Anyone there?” She said after a beat of silence had passed. That’s when it dawned on you. It was Emily Richards.

WHAT THE FUCK? Emily was a cheerleader, one of the nicest ones of the bunch, sure, but that still didn’t explain what she was doing at Eddie’s trailer. It surely wasn’t for one of his deals or she wouldn’t have picked up the phone.

“Uh… Ah… Hi,” You mumbled awkwardly as you anxiously toyed with the telephone cord. You told her your name, “I’m Eddie’s friend.”

“Oh! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Eddie always speaks wonders of you. I’m Emily, his girlfriend.”

You felt your jaw go slack at her words. They almost seemed to repeat themselves in slow motion inside your head… His girlfriend. Panic invaded your mind as jealousy crept into your heart and punctured it with a knife, but why?

It was perfectly fine for Eddie to have a girlfriend, right? Right? Millions of questions swarmed your mind, from thinking why he never told you about her, to wondering where this blinding jealousy came from if you were just friends.

“I think Eddie’s in the shower.” She said, abruptly putting a stop to your train of thoughts, “But I can tell him to call you back if you want.”

“Uh, that’s-that’s alright, I’ll just call him another time. Thank you though… It was nice meeting you.”

You hung up immediately after that. You’ve been out in the balcony ever since, sulking for God-knows-what reason. You fish around your pocket for the clove cigar you know you’ve got somewhere, but before you can even find it, your roommate, Tessa, walks into the apartment.

You turn to greet her, only to find she’s already looking at you with eyebrows raised. A sigh almost escapes past your lips at her expression. Tess hasn’t been your roommate for long, yet she seems to pick up on every time you’ve had a shitty day just by taking a look at you. In your opinion, it’s fucking insane… Slightly scary too.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s not my fault you chose the balcony as your ‘I’m miserable’ spot.” Tess goes over to your tiny kitchen and you can see her shuffling around until she comes across the box of cookies that has become part of every deep conversation you have with her.

You spend most of the night sitting on the couch, talking about Eddie. Tessa is clearly unaware, but when you stir close to the topic of your jealousy she makes you question everything you thought you already knew about where you stood with Eddie. You still think about it as you lie in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling.

“I don’t understand him,” She had said, “Why would he cheat on you?”

“Cheating? Who said anything about cheating? You do know Eddie and I were never dating, right?” You reply. Tessa raises her eyebrows as she shoots you a questioning look.

“Friends with benefits then?”

“No,” You laugh. “We’re just… really close. I mean, we’ve basically known each other our whole lives. Eddie’s my best friend, nothing more, it’s how it’s always been.”

“Babe, I really don’t want to be pushy here but… does Eddie know he’s just your friend? He’s smitten! I swear he looks at you like the sun shines out of your ass.”

She then asked the question that kept you up the rest of the night, “If you feel nothing for him, why are you this upset over him getting a girlfriend? You can lie to me all you want, but you can’t lie to your own heart.”

You teased her for how cheesy her words sounded, but deep down, the question left you with more doubts than you’d like to admit.

You’re more than aware that there was a time where you did have feelings for Eddie, but a long time has passed since then. Back in your freshman year of High School, you had awkwardly tried to shoot your shot on at least three occasions, only to be turned down every single time.

It hurt at first, but you eventually got over it, because your friendship with Eddie was far more important than your romantic feelings. Yet, there seems to be where the lie is, isn’t it? To think you actually got over it. If that is the truth, then your discovery shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

So, as you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, you come to the realization that your feelings for Eddie have never gone away. No, you are in love with him. Shit!

The thought startles you out of bed in an instant. A million thoughts buzz around inside your head and you cannot imagine a way in which they will quiet down on their own, so you do what you’re best at, you write.

You sit at your desk for a long time and write out a letter for Eddie. A letter you know he will never read because you find it unfair that you’ve decided to write something like this when it’s already too late. So you just use it to write all the feelings you’ve bottled up for years, then, you bury the letter somewhere inside your closet, never to be found again.

TWO YEARS LATER

Eddie

A smile illuminates Eddie’s face as he listens to the soft purrs of the cat perched on his lap. His fingers comb through her soft fur while his eyes are focused on the TV in front of him.

He’s been trying to keep himself busy until your classes end for the day. There are still a few boxes of stuff waiting to be unpacked, but Eddie wants to get your permission to do so first, knowing the only empty space left in the room is in the closet, which still has some of your stuff.

After Tessa moved out once she graduated and Eddie finished High School, he had moved to New York to help you keep the apartment you loved so much. The salary paid by the bakery wasn’t cutting it anymore and month by month you struggled to gather up enough money to pay rent.

Eddie had gotten himself a job at the bar downtown to help out. You’d insisted on him taking the biggest room and despite his refusal to do so, you had already moved most of your things into Tessa’s old room, claiming it was the least you could do for him after he left so much on pause back in Hawkins just to be with you.

After a while of watching TV, Eddie finally hears you open the door and turns to look at you as you walk in. The cat on his lap jumps down and walks over to you after stretching out her body nonchalantly. Eddie pouts and mumbles a barely audible “Hey… come back.”

Your shoulders sag as you pet her soft fur, then lazily drop your bag by the door and change your shoes. Eddie watches as you head straight for the coffee maker. A big yawm escapes your mouth and you rub your tired eye.

“Hi Teddy,” You turn your attention to him once the coffee starts brewing and offer him a smile, which he gladly returns. He can’t help but think of how adorable you look in your fluffy white sweater and the pair of bunny slipper that are keeping your feet warm. He’s no stranger to this sight, you’ve had more sleepovers than Eddie can count. Yet, the desire to wrap you in his arms and cuddle you is still present.

“I see you’ve met Storm.” You say, looking at the cat brushing her body against your leg.

Eddie straightens up ever so slightly and wiggles his legs like a little kid to stretch them out, “I didn’t know you guys had a cat.”

You laugh, “She’s the neighor’s, actually, but she likes sneaking in through the balcony sometimes. Don’t let her get too close to your hair though, she’ll chew on it.”

“Isn’t that like a sign of love or some shit? Pretty sure Henderson said that once…” You shrug and finally pour yourself a cup of warm coffee.

You cradle the cup on your hands as gently as if it were your most prized possession, “Wouldn’t know, Teddy. Anyway, I’ve got some homework to finish, but feel free to tell me if you need anything. We can go get dinner once I’m done too.”

Eddie hums—basically moans—in delight at the idea of food, already picturing the delicious pizza he’s going to be eating later, “Ugh, yes please. I can’t stop thinking about Joe’s pizza.”

“I told you it was better than Wade’s.”

“Woah! Nothing’s better than Wade’s.”

“Keep lying to yourself. It stopped being good like… years ago, it’s the nostalgia talking.” You argued and picked your backpack back up, making a beeline for your room.

“Hey, sweetheart, before you go. Is it okay if I move some of your stuff out the closet?”

You shrug once more, “Sure, knock yourself out, Eds.”

•:•.•:•.☾☼☽•:•.•:•.

Eddie has spent almost a whole hour organizing the closet and he’s sure it’s only a matter of minutes before he goes utterly insane. He’s never been the biggest fan of cleaning, especially not when the only thing in his mind is what he’ll eat when he’s done.

His dark eyes scan over the next box and he can’t help but let out a deep sigh at what he knows is inside. An “in need of sorting” label is messily written on the side of the cardboard box, which contains some of his records and some things Emily gave him during the months they were together.

It’s been over a year and a half since they broke up and he’s over it, but even then, he isn’t exactly thrilled of having to sort through those things. As much as he likes to deny it, Eddie still feels a slight pang of guilt in his chest when he thinks of her.

He decides to move the last box of your stuff out of the closet instead. It looks small, which makes Eddie assume it mustn't weigh too much, so he picks it up, not putting much care in supporting the box from the bottom.

He quickly realizes his mistake when he picks it up and it is as heavy as if it was filled up with stones. He huffs and watches helplessly as the bottom of the box gives out and all its contents end up scattered on the bedroom floor.

Eddie doesn’t give it much thought before he kneels down and folds de box closed again, securing it with some tape he sees lying around. He starts picking up your stuff and dropping it in the box. It’s mostly school papers, Eddie notices, the weight coming from a few pocket-sized books.

His fingers brush over a folded piece of paper. Eddie doesn’t mean to snoop, but he can’t help but notice that at the top of the pages Dear Eddie is scribbled in your handwriting.

He thinks it’s probably a letter you meant to start but didn’t finish, which wouldn’t be too unusual given how busy you are with school. That’s why it comes as a surprise when he unfolds the paper and sees it’s filled with your writing. The With love at the bottom an indication that you did finish writing it.

Eddie sees no harm in reading it, after all, it’s addressed to him, right? So he plops down on the floor and shimmies around until his back is resting against the bed.

Dear Eddie,

It has always amazed me to think of how much you’ve changed my life. I still remember the day I met you, do you remember it too? You walked into the classroom wearing a shirt that was a few sizes too big for you, fingers tightly holding on to Wayne’s hand. You were so reluctant to let go, but you eventually did and sat on the only empty seat left, which was right next to me. The rest is history.

Eddie smiles as he reads. He remembers that day too. You don’t mention it in your letter, but at the time, you had greeted him with a bright smile, which had reassured him everything would be okay despite everything.

*I hold the memories of every moment we’ve spent together close to my heart. They remind me of how lucky I am to have you in my life. Maybe I’m getting too emotional, but you’ve done so much for me all these years. Like that time I was upset because my parents were going to miss my first play, so you made Wayne, Gareth, Jeff and Grant go with you so I’d have people cheering me on in the audience. Or that other time when I was practically shitting my pants out of nerves a few days before my Tisch interview so you made us go on a road trip to Indianapolis to “*calm my nerves” as you’d said.

There are obviously thousands of other times where you’ve been my knight in shining armor, despite me saying I don’t want one. Truth is, I want one if it’s you behind the armor. Is that a cringy thing to say? Maybe. I don’t know.

I found out about Emily just a few hours ago. I keep wondering why you didn’t tell me about her when I went over to visit for Thanksgiving break. I’m glad you didn’t though, because you can read my expression annoyingly well and I’d be afraid of you finding any traces of dissapointment on it. Keep in mind I’m not disappointed in you for having a girlfriend, it’s great actually! You deserve nothing but happiness because you’re nothing short of an amazing human being, whether you believe it or not. I fear my state of dejection would have been my own fault ‘cause of something I didn’t say.

I feel the need to say it now because I’m stupid and I’m selfish. That’s why I don’t really plan on sending this letter out. I can’t be unfair and burst into your mailbox with my confession right after I’ve found out you have a girlfriend. I just wanted to write this out because I don’t know what else I could possibly do with all this love I feel for you. Which is actually funny if I think about it, because if it were about anything else, I would have already called you so you’d knock some sense into me, but I can’t exactly do that right now, huh? Not when it’s about this. Not when I don’t want you to know.

But yeah, Teddy, I love you. I love you so much more than a friend should. I always share my secrets with you, but I think I’ll keep this one to myself. I’m sure you know already though, I asked you out like three times in freshman year, I wasn’t exactly the most secretive about it back then, huh?

Eddie has to stop reading right then and there, both to collect himself and wonder what the hell it is you’re talking about. Eddie’s sure he’d remember you asking him about because the one thing he’s dreamed of for years is taking you out on a date. He’s always fantasized about how he’d drop you off at home and kiss you on the porch like they did in those boring romance movies you liked. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried, in fact he had asked you out on several occasions during freshman year too! You rejected him every single time.

Now that he has time to think about it, he comes to the conclusion that all along you’ve just been morons. Two lovesick morons. He figures it’s time to fix it, but first he finishes reading your letter.

Whether you know… or don’t, I’m not sending this letter. Even if I were to, it isn’t cohesive enough, or whatever. My creative writing professor has made me become obsessed with writing everything perfectly, it’s fucking exhausting, not like it matters right now anyway.

I don’t really know what else to say other than: I fucking love you and I hope it’s the only secret I ever keep from you.

With love.

There’s a deep sense of longing in his heart, accompanied by nostalgia as he remembers growing up with you by his side. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew just how lucky he was to have you in his life, had never taken it for granted in fact.

In hindsight, a lot of things make sense now that he knows what you felt back them. Eddie can’t help but think of a particular Friday night, the week before Halloween.

Eddie had his eyes on the road, but otherwise, his attention was fully set on you. Hellfire’s yearly Halloween campaign had just finished and, per tradition, he was driving both of you to the trailer so you could have a scary movie marathon.

Ever since the campaign ended, you had been catching him up to what went down during the brief time window where you didn’t see each other that particular day. Much to his dismay, you were telling him about how Christian Adams—some guy from science class—asked you out on a date after first period.

“My first date! Can you believe it?” You shouted over the music playing loudly inside the van, “I’m kinda nervous, Teddy.”

He tapped his fingers on the steering while as he stole a quick glance in your direction, “Who was the date with, again?”

You groan, “Eds! Don’t start falling asleep on me, dude. It’s with Christian Adams, you know-”

“Ah! The idiot who told Harrigan two plus two was five?” A throaty laugh escaped past Eddie’s lips, you rolled your eyes.

“It was stupid, wasn’t it? I thought I’d seen it all when I heard you say Thor was a Greek God.”

“You absolutely cannot compare my honest mistake with that shit! I’m about to be a super senior and even I know basic math.” You guffawed at his comment and shook your head in pure amusement.

Eddie parked the van and you walked into the trailer, still laughing a bit. Wayne, who was sititng on the kitchen counter with a bright blue cup in hand, looked at you.

“Hey, old man,” Eddie greeted his uncle lovingly and gave him a side hug.

“Hi Wayne!” Your best friend gave your hand a gentle tug and gestured to his bedroom.

You playfully swatted his hand away and took a moment to open your backpack and grab the mug that was securely wrapped in layers of newspaper and paper towels. Both men watched with interest as you peeled each layer of paper away to reveal a beautiful mug decorated with a detailed drawing of a deer.

“I got this for you! From Colorado.”

Wayne gave you a small smile, which for someone like him was basically the equivalent of a toothy grin, “Look at that boy, should take notes from them.”

Eddie pouted jokingly at his uncle’s words and turned to look at you, “Where’s my souvenir?”

“It’s in my backpack, Teddy. Shut up.”

“Make me.” You furrowed your brows and turned to look at him, only to find him looking back at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You suck.”

He pulled you towards his bedroom once again and this time you didn’t put up any resistance. Wayne watched it all unfold and sighed, “You kids are going to be the death of me.”

•:•.•:•.☾☼☽•:•.•:•.

You had been in Eddie’s room for almost an hour at that point. Wayne had already gone to work and Eddie was busy writing down something on his DnD notebook.

Your fingers plucked at the strings of his beloved guitar, which you had insisted on not hooking up to the amp.

“So… Why did you say you were nervous for that date?”

“Well, what if he wants to kiss me?!”

“You kiss him back if that’s what you want.”

“I’ve never even kissed anyone before, what if it’s gross? What if I suck?” By that time, you were pacing around the room, Sweetheart long forgotten in Eddie’s bed. This was a topic you had discussed with Eddie countless times, but it was never something that was the cause of actual concern, until that moment.

“I heard somewhere that pretty people are good kissers, so you must be amazing at it.” You stopped dead in your tracks at his words. You knew he was probably kidding, but that didn’t stop you from feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment.

“Ha. You’re so funny.” You replied in a dry, sarcastic tone. A beat of silence passed before you spoke again, “We could always test that theory though.”

From his expression alone, you knew he couldn’t tell if you were serious—you were… Kinda. You thought that your crush on Eddie wasn’t much of a secret at that point. You’d asked him out when you were younger, but you had never been so direct about it.

There was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he stood up walked towards you. For the first time in years, you felt nervousness crawl into your heart. For as long as you could remember, Eddie had been your safe place, you always found solace in those warm brown eyes of his, yet at that moment, you couldn’t help but wonder if your stupid comment was about to ruin everything.

Eddie’s fingers grazed your face as he cupped your face. He was intimidatingly close by that point. You let your hands wander to the curls that sat right below his shoulders. That naughtiness in his eyes was long gone, replaced by a tender look.

He took that last step needed to close the distance between you. His lips brushed against yours in a timid peck that couldn’t have lasted longer than a few seconds.

The brief contact gave you enough confidence to kiss him one more time. You let him guide you and quickly realized just how correct it felt to have his lips on yours. There was nothing but pure joy in your heart as you enjoyed the feeling of having him close.

Much to your dismay, Eddie eventually pulled away. He said nothing for a few moments that seemed to stretch into eternity. Then, he let out a breathy laugh and spoke, “Well, theory confirmed. That was… wow… you’re totally ready for your date, yup.”

Back then, Eddie had noticed something in your expression shift after the comment he’d made, but you’d left almost immediately after, which left him no time to ask. When you saw him Monday morning, you acted as if nothing had happened and told him all about your date with Christian. He had been hurt, but now he understood how much of an idiot he was for that comment and how he had hurt you too.

In his own defense, Eddie was genuinely convinced that you had no other intention behind your comment. He actually thought you wanted to practice kissing for a date! WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT!

Eddie stands up, doubt planted in his heart like a poison, but he isn’t going to let that stop him, not again. He firmly holds the letter in his hand as he walks down the hallway to where your new room is. His hand trembles as he raises it up to knock.

He doesn’t even need to knock again before you open the door, a confused look on your face, “Since when do you knock?”

“Since, uh, now… I guess.”

You smile at him, “Well,that’s a mi—”

The words die down in your throat and your smile vanishes as you notice what he’s holding.

“Oh.” Is the only thing you manage to say before tears start welling up in your eyes.

Eddie can see your temptation to close the door on his face, but before you can do it, he musters up the courage to speak up, “I found it by accident while cleaning out the closet. Why didn’t you send it?”

Your lip trembles as you find a way to answer his question. “How could I? I had no right. I spent years hearing you talk about how you wished someone would give you a chance to show them you’re so much more than stupid town gossip. I wasn’t going to ruin your chances of that happening, not when you had someone so perfect by your side.”

“I always had—still have someone perfect by my side. You.” Eddie watches as you shake your head and tears start falling freely down your face.

“You can’t say that, Teddy. You can’t give me hope.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your body and pull you close, “I never told you why I broke things off with her, did I?”

You shake your head against his chest, “I broke up with her because I kept comparing her to you. I kept hoping to find at least half of what I have with you. I know it’s wrong, but you’ve changed my life. You know every little thing about me and you’ve never loved me any less for it. You care so much about me, about Wayne. It’s you, always been you and I wish I could have had the courage to say that I love you sooner.”

“You love me?”

He cups your face with the same gentleness as he did that one autumn night, “So much more than words can express.”

“Kiss me then.”

“As you wish,” He says with a lopsided smile and lets his lips meet yours.

Eddie feels a heavy weight lift from his chest at the feeling. The kiss is so tender yet full of so much passion, caused by those bottled up feelings you have shared all this time. The way you hold each other makes him feel like you’re both trying to say every feeling to that single kiss, and it’s truly magical.

When you pull away, Eddie is met by a sweet smile and your kind eyes, “I love you to.”

It’s a funny thing how everything has played out, or at least it is to Eddie. For two people who understand and share things with each other, you’ve sucked at sharing one of the most importat things of all. That you love each other. For this reason, Eddie can’t wait to make up for all the time he didn’t spend showing you how much he loved you.

[hoshigray]

hoshi~ i have a request for you. more like a question. between the jjk men who do you think would like megan thee stallion, please this is purely for my enjoyment.

Omg, noonie, this is such a cute and funny question!! As a mega Megan enjoyer, walk with me on this one, okie? Hehehe~ (yes, I did edit Gojo's face in that third photo, LMAO i was bored!!)

He wasn't the first person that came to mind, but out of the MEN, I'd say Gojo would be a proud Thee Stallion enjoyer—wait, here me out, hear me out‼️‼️You know those memes of those brawny gym dudes who you think are listening to heavy or aggressive metal, but they're actually listening to cute shit like the childhood theme songs? Picture that, but with tall ass Gojo taking the train, looking intimidating tapping his foot on the floor with headphones on... but he's really just vibing to Freaky Girls and Consistency😭 🎧🎶

you cannot tell me that man wouldn't have Pull Up Late, Ain't Equal, or Girls in the Hood as his ringtone 🫤🫤 (please, he'd sing along with the tune before answering the call LOOOL) he most definitely sang W.A.P and Don't Stop, verbatim, just to piss off or annoy Megumi 💀💀 but outside of the music, I think he'd like her regardless!! Like they share so much in common: tall, exercise, know they're the shit, AND they're both nerds (she loves anime and video games like him, and he loves Digimon)!!! oh yeah, he's def a Hottie inside and out 💁🏾‍♀️✨️✨️ omg stop he'd definitely have a poster of Tina Snow bc he likes how Megan looks with white hair 😭😭😭 oh God he loves her cosplays, but he'd suck his teeth when he sees she did one for Sukuna 🤭🤭 sorry Gojo bby

So yeah!!! While I believe some of the other men would give Megan a listen, either out of curiosity or they randomly stumble upon one of her songs, I think Gojo would dial his liking to more of an actual fan of hers, both in personality and lyrically 🙇🏾‍♀️💕 if he doesn't hum or mumble the lyrics to Ain't Equal or What's New at least once a day, he just might die no joke 🤷🏾‍♀️ wait actually imagine his VA actually singing the lyrics 💀💀 that'd be so cute and hilarious!!!

[autumn-foxfire]

I've spent the better part of the day playing the new Genshin update and am in a good mood so I've decided it's time for me to tackle the London section of Detective Conan.

As I've said on an earlier post, I am looking forwards to aspects such as Shinichi's pure enjoyment about being in London but there are others that I am not *cough* the "confession" *cough*

Honestly, why are they surprised that "Conan" can speak English. His name is very much English in nature, most people would assume that he has an English parent or was raised in America/England.

But it's very cute that Shinichi did not miss an opportunity to go visit the home of his hero!

I genuinely can't believe his parents have never taken their son to London... it almost seems cruel considering they love to travel and it's clear their son would adore to visit such a location...

And you'd think that with all the connections Yuusaku has, he could have gotten his son and Ai a passport to help make their identities real and give them the chance to travel. But judging from how they've also never taken their son to LONDON I think it's pretty clear they don't give much of a damn.

It's also so Gosho can force what happens.

Ai is incredibly kind however, to give Shinichi the chance to go to London despite the risks.

Oh this also makes me incredibly sad because Ran shouldn't spend her money on Shinichi who knows he'll be coming to London, she should get souveniers for herself. Shinichi as Conan could have said he'd get them.

It's the pink shirt T-T The pink shirt of doom.

SHINICHI IS SUCH AN ADORABLE NERD!

Oh Shinichi did try and stop her from getting him souveniers. Well at least he tried to stop her.

Of course you've made her mad Shinichi, she wants to do something nice for you and you blew her off because you're hiding a secret you don't need to hide from her.

Shinichi and his ability to stumble on a case.

It's so weird to hear british accents in DCMK...

Minerva is a bit of a bitch but Ran also needs someone to tell her to ditch Shinichi and move on. Yes, what she did could have been seen as insensitive but as the audience we know that's not the case so Shinichi is just causing her more pain than needed.

Does it not concern Shinichi at all at how easy it is for him to lie to Ran? Because it concerns me a lot.

HOLMES IS WRONG SHINICHI. FOOD IS FUEL.

Shinichi DOES NOT DESERVE RAN.

Yes, that's the appropriate reaction to have to your "love interest". Flee. Fuck I hate their canon relationship so much.

Okay, but what is with Ran's reaction too?! Honestly I'd run as well. Lord give me strength.

Get hurt, idiot.

WHY WOULD SHE KNOW YOU'RE KUDO SHINICHI?!

ALL RAN HAS ASKED IS IF PEOPLE HAD SEEN A JAPANESE BOY! SHE NEVER SAID THE AGE OF THE BOY SHE WAS CHASING! MY GOD THIS IS SO DUMB!

HE'S RUNNING BECAUSE YOU'RE SCREAMING HIS NAME IN A WAY THAT SUGGESTS YOU WANT TO HURT HIM?!

Ran has every right to be mad with Shinichi but damn is this moment so contrived and stupid!

Ran is crying her eyes out and Shinichi still only cares about the case when Ran is sharing how fucking hurt she is?! RAN DITCH SHINICHI.

...4 more episodes left.

I'm honestly so disgusted that it took a half-hearted "confession" that he only did because Ran was in so much pain caused by his actions for her to forgive his behaviour. Fuck Gosho and fuck how he writes Ran.

"This is the name of a story Shinichi told me about before" and it's a flashback of her getting mad at him and then complaining about him enjoying Holmes.

"Why hasn't the killer been arrested yet?" because the police suck!

Ran doesn't even want to see Shinichi after his great "confession" how telling.

Ran just assaults the man instead of asking kindly for him to roll up his pant legs... She and Shinichi are really competing for who is the most unlikable in these episodes.

Ignoring a threat? Sounds like the police here. Unless that threat is someone who isn't white and british and usually they're not a threat.

I can understand why the English are speaking slow for the sake of Japanese watchers but it really reminds me of children learning shows and is throwing me off a little XD

GREMLIN CHILD

He was just going to tranquilize a security guard to get in T-T

I mean, out of all of them, Shinichi has the most experience with guys who chase their appearance.

Shinichi shouting out in the crowd was adorable. He's redeemed himself a little from this clusterfuck of a set of episodes.

And of course his parents already know but are just leaving it all to their young son because all parents in dcmk are SHIT. Don't forget that. "But Foxy, it's more entertaining for the MC to save the day" it is but the price of that is him having extremely terrible parents.

Okay but Gosho does realize how bad this is right? Comparing Ran and Shinichi's relationship with Ares and Minerva. Minerva said that she doesn't want Ares to hold back from what he loves meanwhile Shinichi is constantly holding Ran back and making her wait for him. He does see the difference, right.

What Shinichi did wasn't a confession. He told her she was trouble and then said how could he understand the heart of the girl he likes. MAYBE RECOGNIZE SHE IS EXTREMELY HURT AND DISTRESSED AND YOU'RE THE REASON WHY! It's a terrible confession and I am totally writing Ran rejecting it.

And Ai knows Shinichi is an idiot.

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

ted lasso 3.07 thoughts

WHEN WILL TEDBECCA COME BACK FROM THE WAR

however, i found this episode immensely enjoyable, my tedbecca agenda aside. it was really charming and full of good and moving stuff!

i can in all honesty say i simply didn’t expect that from the red string. who among us could?????? (so happy that roy was so happy!) now i will always read that part of jane eyre just a little different.

sammmmmmmm!!!! sam’s dad!!!!!!!!!!! sam naming his restaurant after his dad!!!!!!!! sam and simi!!!!!!!!

you know my austen nerd brain was instantly like “JACK IS THE WILLOUGHBY AND ROY IS THE COLONEL BRANDON”. also, i love that keeley loves the book but loves the movie more, because honestly ……………… same.

i loved seeing nate in romcom mode, omggggggg!!!!!! such a joyful storyline. i’d like it if we could get to know jade more as a character – she’s such an enigma! – but i get that this show has like nine million characters already.

trent’s their dork! :)

i really wish rebecca had been involved in the team stuff this week. :( i just really missed her in that space, and would have liked to see her more involved and invested in the new coaching approach, etc. i miss her feeling like part of the team family. (i get that she started their singalong at the end of last episode, but you know what i mean!)

although, her explaining love bombing and doing that love bomb gesture was delightful.

i want a spinoff about barbara. she fascinates and enchants me. (sidenote: i’m picky about who could date beard but i think barbara has the exact right weird vibe.)

did anyone else go “ted was wearing a red t-shirt at the beginning of the episode and rebecca was wearing a red shirt at the end in the RED STRING EPISODE (never mind that the red string was tied to genitals)” or am i just that far gone mentally and emotionally?

with that being said, however: i don’t want to spend the entirety of the final season feeling like the show is a troll at a bridge and i must solve its riddles three to cross! i just want to watch the two characters whose relationship i love spend time together and enjoy each other’s company, damn it, and time is running out!!!!!! even if they don’t have a romantic thing going, i’d rather just watch them have a good time together and be friends!

i feel a lot like lorelai when she and luke break up in season five and she doesn’t want to miss her middle with luke. she doesn’t want to have just an ending with luke! i don’t want to have just an ending with tedbecca! WHERE’S OUR MIDDLE???? I WANT OUR MIDDLE! (we’re not getting our middle, are we.)

will getting way too into being beard, hahahahaha!

also, there was not enough higgins in this episode, but his one little scene was perfection. but also heartbreak. not his cuppa!

i feel like we don’t have enough time left this season to cover all the ground we need to cover, especially if it’s the last season! (i’m getting pretty worried about the pacing of a roy/keeley reunion, weary sigh.) i already feel like they need to decide to have a fourth season as well because this ain’t the final season as it’s meant to be. aghhhhhhhhh! STRESS!

next week sounds like it is gonna bring the DRAMAAAAAAAAA! the pure emotional sloppiness of the ted + michelle + dr. jacob situation really thrills me. BRING IT!

[probablyaparadox]

Midnight Headcannons for Hiveswap/Friendsim Characters (Part 1)

These may be very well liked, or very controversial idk. If you write a fic (unlikely but who knows) based on any of these then PLEASE lmk. Part 1 because some I may feel uninspired + I don't wanna do all of them in one post. Xefros Tritoh: THE BOY HIMSELF.

He is a semi closeted midwest emo (I mean look at him) and a fully closeted stereotypical emo aesthetic enjoyer.

Ever since he started the Grubbels with Dammek, he's actually gotten quite good at singing, and rapping. (this is based on the line that Dammek passive aggressively hinted that Xefros needed vocals practice, and If I were Xefros my insecure ass would start practicing REGULARLY.)

If he were not plagued by constant anxiety he would sleep a lot, and be a very sleepy person (Sloth lusus). Or rather he requires more sleep than the average troll, and when he gets it he's very energetic. Because of his training with Dammek to "sleep anywhere" this would result in him frequently falling alseep while standing if he didn't get his proper sleep.

I want him to kill Trizza with a baseball bat. Off with their heads and hit a home run. Preferably with a baseball bat covered in nails.

He's trans. That one's not from me I've heard it tho and it's cute as hell imo headcannon immediately accepted.

His crush is a tealblood "reporter" (hobbyist photographer and blogger) who wears rollerskates (manic pixie dream boy.) I say this purely because Idk what traits Idarat and Tegiri have over Tagora besides being more masc and having glasses. And they are both not rat men unlike Tagora (/aff). Anyway because of lack of information I say what I want.

Last one because I genuinely feel like this was in the game but I'm not. Certain. Anyway Xefros looks so generic that so long as he isn't wearing his sign it would be genuinely impossible for any drone to find him based on his face. Dammek:

He got most of the parts for the weapon off of trolls craiglist

he will either instantly obliterate Jude's sense of self and self worth and have to work up from there to realize he needs to be nicer or he'll lose his moirail (he already has) or he will be shockingly ok to Jude and just be closed off and he will have to work up to expressing affection normally instead of survivalist training.

he's a little robotics geek he will get his hands on a cell phone and fucking destroy it when he gets to earth./joking to early. He MAY destroy a tv. I think based on his building skills he would be fascinated by earth technology.

the cameras installed in Xefros' hive have lasers. Xefros does not know this.

He gets his fancy normal disks from mallek (I've also heard this from another person- I would credit but I can't find it at the moment) Mallek:

Has 13 piercings. (IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW)

he's either a part of the rebellion already, or will be soon enough

He actually knows a mutant which makes him being "cool with mutants" an even weirder more awkward thing to say

he bullies people on 4chan. The homestuck earth equivalent of 4chan. But still earth. he finds it informative and he likes giving their computers the types of bugs that will make them only play slitherio.

His strife specibus is a serrated curved dagger (snake fang like almost)

He has a snake tattoo on his right thigh.

He intends to get sleeve tattoos, he just hasn't perfected the design yet, or found someone he trusts to do it.

Hey you know that character who we've gotten like 1 concept art of. Yea Jerann him. They're boyfriends. Sorry I don't make the rules but he gets a fish nerd boyfriend.

He keeps oblong meat products in his house in case Diemen ever wants to crash.

He's going to give Xefros a piercing when Xefros becomes an emo boy /hj Joey: (I know she should've come first but she's not one of my favouritesss-)

Joey would lose her shit if she saw the barbie movie or Murdoch Mysteries

On a similar note, she would do barbenheimer for/with jude

She has a slight fear of clowns now (reasonable)

when she gets scared while on alternia, she looks up at the sky, and the stars, and thinks of her mom

I think that Joey and Marsti have an excellent opportunity to get along. A vet is just a doctor for a different species after all, and I'm sure just as Joey would be eager to learn Marsti would be eager to teach and get a bit flattered and someone respecting her aspirations and knowledge. Marsti:

Has the nickname Mars

If Marsti could dress up more she would go for a steampunk streamlined vibe.

In the route where Marsti ditches the player at Gahlek's house, she steals a book on her way out

Marsti survives the train crash floating in her bucket.

Marsti wanted to go to Jeevik week because she liked the challenge cleaning up after it might bring.

[starrixle]

simpbur headcanon bullshit bc this mf has been stuck in my mind for over the past year

short bisexual dumbass (5'4")

barely showers, smells like shit

paints his nails black

only talent he has is singing and music

has a journal full of scrapped song lyrics, usually cheesy romance shit dedicated to the e-girl

biggest weeb ever, owns anime themed items such as clothes, figures, body pillows, etc., vocaloid enjoyer

nervous anxious wreck, very awkward and terrible with socializing

vapes a lot, favorite flavor is bubblegum

the majority of his wardrobe is just oversized clothes

types with uwu, owo, :3, :<, XD, ^_^, etc.

loves cats and cutecore, webcore, anime, and sanrio aesthetics

favorite color is pink

diet is purely microwaved food, energy drinks, coffee, ice cream, and ramen

huge video game nerd, plays games like minecraft, roblox, overwatch, genshin impact, any sort of dating sim, etc.

either sleeps hella late or doesnt sleep at all

has a box dedicated to stuff he collected from the e girl

stutters and voice cracks a lot

may or may not be a furry

messes around with makeup occasionally

cries over small things easily, like when he gets a paper cut, stubs his toe, when his food order is wrong, etc.

had his hair dyed pink at one point, although his hair is back to his natural brown

wants to be reborn as hatsune miku in his next life (that is a joke... maybe)

[emmg]

Serious Writing Can Go Eat Ass: A Memoir

As someone who professionally churns out words for the academic circle jerk—a place where people basically worship the Chicago Manual of Style—it feels like there's this massive disdain, or maybe more like unfiltered contempt, for anything resembling fun in writing. Want to spice up an article with some personality? Throw in a funny quote? Craft a clever phrase that might break the mind-numbing monotony? Well, too bad. It will be swiftly dismissed and frowned upon by "peers" who clutch their red pens like they’re about to perform a literary exorcism.

This disdain doesn’t just stop at academic writing either. Oh no, it follows you into your creative life, like a clingy ex, making you feel guilty for producing anything outside the suffocating realm of “serious” content. You want to write something a little frivolous? Maybe funny? Maybe smutty? Maybe just angsty trash? Well, you better remember that it's not "serious" writing, and thus, has no worth. Or maybe you’ll hear that professor's voice in your head, the one who scrawled passive-aggressive margin notes admonishing you for taking a single, harmless stylistic risk. And just like that, it becomes second nature to hate or feel embarrassed by whatever you produce for fun.

Don’t get me wrong, I love academia. I’ve worked as a model since my early teens, which means I’ve spent most of my life living in a constant state of disconnection—always moving, always on the outside looking in. So, I turned inward, and I read. And read. And read some more. I learned and absorbed everything I could. When I finally made it to university and discovered this obsessive, laser-focused intellectual pursuit—complete with professors who actually encouraged my hyperfixation—it was like stepping into nerd heaven. The research, the archives, the thrill of translating that one obscure quote, the victory of pestering some librarian across the country for months and finally getting access to those oral histories—it’s exhilarating. I’m addicted.

But man, does this “serious” environment suck the joy out of anything that isn’t deemed important or intellectual. It’s fantastic at making you feel ashamed for enjoying "lesser" forms of creativity.

In this essay I will—no, but seriously, let me just give you my Ted Talk on how traditional writing conventions can absolutely, 100% eat ass. Maybe quite literally. They drain all the enjoyment out of writing. I love writing, but I hate looking at what I produce because of it.

On the flip side, I absolutely love the time we’re living in. Thank God for AO3. I adore fanfiction. I love that there’s no joy-sucking overlord policing my words when I get lost in a fandom and write purely for the fun of it. That’s true freedom.

This is exactly why I'm so hardcore about the whole comments/kudos culture. I will absolutely drown anyone who graciously shares their work with the world in praise. Why? Because I freaking love what they create, and I refuse to let anyone feel the way I do—like their creativity doesn’t matter. So yes, thank you, bless you, saint you, for sharing your fanfiction. I will devour every word, and then I’ll devour you, dear author, in an avalanche of gratitude. Keep writing, or I swear, I'll find you and flood your inbox with even more love.

I really wish my professional life hadn’t done such an impressive job of absolutely wrecking my self-esteem when it comes to personal writing. I don’t even give a second glance at what I toss out into the world anymore. Just yeet it into the depths of AO3 and forget it ever existed. Notifications? Turned off. Comments? Oh, I’m far too mortified to respond—though I make a half-hearted attempt sometimes. It’s that weird feeling of being undeserving, or embarrassed, or something equally stupid.

I don’t even know if I’m alone in this feeling. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. It’s just a random slice of my thoughts. I’m 28, I shouldn’t feel like I have to hate my creative side for not being “serious.” I’m too young to be this bitter about what I create. Not that there’s an age limit on this kind of existential dread. Anyway, thanks for coming to my impromptu mental breakdown. Peace.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 1x20 'Innocents of Ryloth' Reaction

Waxer and Boil were the OG Space Dads.

omg their whole story line with Numa was just, my heart my emotions I am a puddle on the floor

Especially when she hugged them and we got to see so much of their character and personalities in the way they responded. They were both so wary and surprised and then Waxer was all soft and comforting and Boil with his hilarious little 'there there' pats. It was the clone version of 'Yes I read the manual on how to comfort civilian children, I totally know what I'm doing, stop laughing Waxer.'

Speaking of Waxer, his concern and care, particularly in his facial expressions, were just aaaaaaaaah. Wrap me up in them and I will be comforted forever more.

(Yes I know what happens on Umbara shhhhhhh let me enjoy my meager scrap of happiness for now).

And at the end of the episode when they asked Obi-Wan why Numa kept calling them 'Nerra' and he told them it meant brother I just wanted to hurl myself off the balcony. It was an actual squee moment. It was like a tiny scrap of long lost young nerd me surfaced and in that moment it was just pure fan girl joy. Plus Obi-Wan knew, the sneaky little ginger shit (affectionate). You could see the little amused expression on his face as soon as Waxer and Boil asked him.

Is this the first time we see Ghost Company? I think it is? If so, then good excellent, hello Ghost Company, more of and about you please.

I think this is the first time we see Cody hand Obi-Wan's lightsaber back to him as well. Even though I could've sworn we saw a flash of it ignited when he leapt over the beasts once they were trapped behind the stone bridge that Ghost Company shot down but eh, who needs continuity if it means we get more moments of Cody giving Obi-Wan his lightsaber back. I can just hear the exasperated "Sir you dropped this again".

I watched 1x18 and 1x19 before this episode and while they were enjoyable, there was just something about this episode. I haven't even made it through the first season and already I just want more clone episodes. The 'jedi go on adventures around the galaxy' episodes are fun but just give me everything about the clones. There's just something about the clones that hits different.

[thungerstorm]

i started seeing people around with new and interesting fishing poles (i have contracted fish madness) (must catch all the fish in the game) (needed a project) (you know how it is) and realized there must be a new step of the crafting and gathering relics at the crystarium. i was correct. back at it again at the krispy kreme, grinding my trophy glamours.

i must make my stance known. i do not enjoy expert crafting.

expert crafting is a fairly recent addition iirc, they added it with the ishgardian firmament stuff in shadowbringers. it's why i never did the skysteel relics (past the +1 skysteel frypan) (it sits shamefully on my retainer forever). too much of a headache. if you don't craft in this game, first, god i wish that were me. second, expert crafting is like normal crafting except they removed poor and excellent conditions and added a fuckton more conditions that all do random shit.

no debuffs. all buffs. cool. all the expert crafts in the game right now are for cosmetic stuff like the water otter fountain and the crafting relics. not needed to progress the game, purely endgame level crafts for turbo nerds. i can get behind this. i understand and support increased difficulty activities for those who are interested.

i also understand that there may be some desires from the devs to remove macros as a fundamental part of crafting in this game. i don't know if i agree with that, but i can understand the motivations behind the sentiment.

and like. i'm still learning. i only just started figuring this shit out today. but yall, it's SO reliant on rng. to a degree where it honestly doesn't feel like i have much control over the crafts. i'm struggling to find the fun. when i'm doing normal-ass crafting, i can see the fun because for me, it turns into dominoes. like where you set it up and then knock them down. it's satisfying to ready the gear, the melds, the food, the juice, the macro, and then watch it go. maybe i'm alone in that, idk.

like, i'm interested in the psychology of game dev as a hobby. when a new system in my favourite game comes out i enjoy studying and rotating it to try and backward engineer what the devs were trying to do when they designed it. i think we all do this to a degree. it's easy to tell what they were trying to do in this case: endgame level stuff for turbo nerds. exactly what was requested from crafting turbo nerds on the forums years before expert crafts were released.

but the nature of the crafting beast in this game is already so toothsome. there's already so much to learn. it's already a fucking ordeal for a new player to get into (but this ain't about them, i know). if there is a way to make endgame-ass endgame crafting more enjoyable, i'm not sure what else could be done. i'm sure rng would have to come into it somewhere, but i can't help but feel like rng is the easy answer, even in an mmo. not difficult to see why they've been having such a time with crafting systems over the years.

also i fucking suck at crafting because it's all MATH, GOD DAMNIT

i don't know if i'll finish my crafting relics, but i'll definitely finish the gathering ones. turns out i fucking love a routine. who would have guessed.

[rddykilowatt]

Once again I am here to post my mindless ramblings about Yona of The Dawn.

So enjoy this outrageously long post I've written simply because of a characters name and me being a massive loser who reads Wikipedia pages like it's the morning paper.

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTERS 100-MOST RECENT CHAPTER !!!

As a renowned Zeno enjoyer, and lover of over-analyzing media. I will finally ramble about his name (fyi if this makes me sound smart, then please reduce your expectations to zero because it's not true I am just a nerd obsessed with a silly little animanga).

So to preface I have a very odd itty bitty fixation on quantum physics/mechanics & in the discussions of probability, quantum leaps, paradoxes, and just overall the big brain stuff. There's a thought experiment called Schrodinger's cat which is used to illustrate a paradox of quantum superstition. In which there is a box & in the box is a cat w/ a vile of toxic gas/poison.

The cat is simultaneously both dead and alive until the box is opened blah blah blah massive brain probability stuff. But tied to this thought experiment is also another part of this topic. It's called the quantum Zeno effect and to put it in simpler terms it refers to a slowing down of the evolution of a quantum state under the limit that the state/it is consistently observed or in much MUCH simpler terms a watched pot never boils.

If you as a reader apply that to Zeno as a character and his powers it's such a clever thing to come up with. An immortal character that can't age, can't get sick, can't die, and can't physically change named Zeno after the quantum paradox about how something won't change under constant observation essentially. It's just,,, wow.

The whole part with the dragons crest never leaving Zeno after Hiryuu bestowed it upon him knowing his "fate" and being the only thing that keeps him sated for long periods just screams the Zeno effect to me beyond the obvious immortality, not aging, ect.

I know at this point in my fixation with this series that Kusanagi never misses a detail, let's be honest, so I feel like the part with the crest is her waggling the actual nature of Zeno's powers in our faces. Given that his name may not be an obvious reference to his power(s) unless someone knows a single thing about quantum physics/mechanics. Like Kusanagi is shoving the details at us.

Kinda like, 'you guys aren't nerds enough to just google his name by itself so here's this little guide for you about his powers in a super duper simplified story-relevant way'.

However, this all leads me to wonder what/who specifically is watching Zeno then? If a watched pot never boils & Zeno can't die/change whilst being observed or a continuous outer force is always there then what would happen if this "watcher" stopped observing/happening? Is it the Yelllow Dragon up in the Heavens? Is it the Crimson Dragon King? So many questions.

I have no idea if Kusanagi did this intentionally, or with the thought that anyone would even find out. But I sure hope she did because it's just pure genius & adds even more depth to what's already there. It feels so intentional it'd hurt if it turned out not to be.

[joeys-piano]

WIP Preview // Wholesome Story Opening on Crack

This is the first time I got to incorporate a little bit of my day job into a fic, and I find out I'm really decent at writing for parents as I am with old men and delinquents. I think it's pretty obvious which Hitachiin brother from Ouran I have a soft spot for.

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“Risk management starts at home,” says the black swan of all his troubles. Or he tries to.

Dad had shown them what an internal control was when they were three. And there were three things a three year old and his older brother were excited about: Daddy, pick me up. What is that? Ooh – Hikaru! spilled in laughter inside an office they could waddle through without a key. But if there’s a fourth thing, it’s climbing the keyboards until a program nearly crashes. Because Dad was the kind of guy—and still the guy—with a ton of peripherals at his station, and a litter of No, Son! baby signs were powerless to stop his children. But Dad was smart. An internal control for when your children were the same as trouble was to disconnect any items you had laying around and weren’t really using. And that was the first step to risk management as far as Dad would have them know: if there is something you really care about, you have a process to keep it safe.

And Dad cared about his and Hikaru’s pure enjoyment in being children. Even if it flew in the face of all reasoning and there was a footprint on one of his monitors: he would hoist them on either thigh as they clamor up to see him work, and there would be these boring white dotted graphs with crazy red lines zipped about. Then he’d say, Boys. That’s how many devices Daddy’s pinned as rogue machines. and showed a different graph of the ones he dispatched from the home network in the past week. And though the takeaway was having processes that were on the lookout for any rogues, Hikaru’s ingeniousness looked at the computer and thought the coolest thing was to break the system.

Thus Mom lamented when her dearest darling became an eccentric little nerd, and there was never exactly a quiet moment when the home network could fall to pieces. So it surprises no one when Hikaru vapes about twice a day for his muse, but will begrudgingly be a son-in-law to one of the biggest heads in all of healthcare. Not that he says that, at least verbally. Nor in the toasty vanilla-smoke—because ‘water vapor’ ruins the rhyme—coming to clutch him around the shoulders like a cozy mourning gown.

For himself.

For his brother—Kaoru’s somehow hitched with demons, and there’s an exaggeration somewhere in there that neither of them will ever drop.

He’s convinced himself Kaoru’s married while at the very most, he’s just engaged. But that might as well be the Devil talking when Hikaru puffs up without a vape. He quickly joins him on the couch as if he heard his brother was having twins, like he’s too young—Hikaru—to be an uncle at twenty-three.

[c-c-v]

AAAAAAAAAA- I was just enjoying mahself in little Cai rp worlds n mess- AND THEN I GET THIS THROWN AT MEH WITH NO WARNING AND I- NEDHH

NINJAGO IS ONE THING OF MY CHILDHOOD, BUT SKYLANDERS WAS MY EVERYTHING AS A CHILD- AND THIS- AH- TO ME THIS IS EVERYTHING. I AINT GONNA APOLOGIZE FOR CAPS, I JUST GOT SLAPPED IN THE FACE WITH SUCH NOSTALGIA. MORRO AND likely LLOYD ARE SKYLANDER NERDS NOW AND NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM SAYING OTHER WISE. NO ONE CAN TAKE THIS AWAY FROM MEHEHEH

I do apologize in advance but this was purely a enjoyable surprise for me and I love it

[venom0usbarbie]

okay for the ship asks I'm giving you tomione in return ❤️

TOMIONE - SHIP IT

What made you ship it?

One fic. Psychological Warfare by yuwoo. I was not even close to sold on the ship when I first heard about it. No canon interactions, made less sense than Tomarry... But then. Then. I read Psychological Warfare and fell into a bit of a rabbit hole. One of the main appeals of Tomione for me is the corruption arc doubled with Hermione's canon greyness. Hermione is so set on her morals, so decisive in what she believes in, and so ready to act almost immorally to uphold those values that she is corruptible. Tom and her are on equal footing intellectually and they're two sides of the same coin, like Tomarry but in a different way. I initially thought Tomione was a more extreme ETL than Dramione, but the two dynamics actually have very little in common. - For one, Tom as a character is very nuanced, and I firmly believe that he only aligned himself with Pureblood ideals in order to form alliances with those who held power in wizarding society, whose children also happened to be his classmates at Hogwarts. To me, he would just as well have purported to believe the opposite if it had been in his interest. He has an agency over his corruption that Draco doesn't have because he's pushed into the corruption by darker forces. - Additionally, where Draco is Hermione's peer, Tom is a force from above: far more powerful, far darker, far less locked into social conventions--and, in spite of all that, this is a dynamic where he treats Hermione as an equal. Obviously, there are no canon examples of this, but there are hints. Tom believes in magic more than anything, and Hermione's magical prowess is proven time and time again. They both treat magic as a pure force and have endless interest in learning more about it. - Yes, there is an ETL vibe to it, but I actually find the most successful Tomiones to be non-ETL! It's one of the only ships where childhood friends to lovers makes sense to me. I do enjoy a Tom who torments Hermione, but what I enjoy about Tomione is that she will often defend herself and fight him. Finally, Tomione has a lot of potential for crack or humorous fics, and I find most of the Tomione crack/comedy fics to be just as enjoyable as the more serious ones, if not more at times.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Toxic but FUN, big nerds <3. also big virgins <3, corruption arc, grey-to-dark Hermione, banter, time-travel trope, but also AUs, crack fics!!!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I'm sure there are unpopular opinions for this ship, but I don't think of my mine qualify? So I'll leave this empty for the time being.

[crowraventhesis]

I've been thinking a lot lately about therian/furry stuff. (Yes, I know they're not the same thing, but I don't think this personal discovery post is a relevant place to go into that discussion.)

I've never considered myself a furry, but it was because I always felt indifferent towards the culture. Never was one of those "ugh furry yuck" (at least not sincerely, I did play pretend a bit during my edgy teen phase. Everybody makes mistakes.) But I now realize it's because I was never into the animal *aesthetics*; turns out, I do love the whole animal identity bit.

Of course, this is deeply tied to my autism. I was late diagnosed, but even before diagnose, I was in love with the concept of "bird flirting" (I do that!), and I was in love with crows: they're the nerds of the sky and nobody can tell me otherwise. Indeed, I saw myself much more in crows than in people. I have been using crows in general and Murkrow in particular as my face for private accounts for a long time, because it just felt right.

Lately I have rediscovered diving. I have always loved diving, in fact, but interestingly, I also have always had difficulty *going* to any body of water, like the beach or the pool (and it's not because of extraneous things, like crowds, since I'm like that even if it's a private pool and/or I know I will be alone), but once you get me into the water, then the hard part is getting me out of it.

SoI have spent many long stretches of life not doing any diving. But some turns of life got me to sign up for a scuba diving course, and let me tell you, that experience was AMAZING for me. I'm also extremely short-sighted, so without my glasses I can't see shit underwater, which means 90% of my enjoyment was purely the feeling of being underwater. And the feeling of getting out of the water back into "landlobber existence" was equally excruciating.

So what am I, then? What is like crows, but lives underwater? Am I an octopus? Or am I like a diving bird, instead?

(this post has no conclusion, it just exists in case any part of my mental process is useful to anybody else or prompts them a new avenue of introversion)