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[faunandfloraas]

🐹💋🐶~

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> PROLOGUE | CHAPTER ONE

•| you just wanted to buy groceries ,, though it seems you made a contract with the devil instead. strange how things happen, especially when an angel is after your life. maybe god truly has it out for you?

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it wasnt often that his creations could see such beauty. the garden, full of life and everlasting love. visions of creatures that hadn't existed until now. greenery growing from the ground, covering the area in vivid color. beings covered in soft warmth, spotting different colors and roaming free with one another. they had no names, the being unsure what to call any of them.

and then came man. the first of them, made in his own image, adam. his heavenly father had called upon a few of his previous creations to view such beauty. gabriel and satan, two of his favorites. he would have called lucifer, though said archangel was preoccupied with other angels.

" isn't it beautiful?" his father asked, smiling upon the garden. adam had started naming the different creatures, running around freely among the garden's grass as he called it. " look at them all. they live in pure harmony and love, everlasting peace." he said.

" why is he alone?" satan asked, pointing at adam scavenging for berries provided by bushes. plump and sweet, the berries filled adam's stomach. hunger was of no concept to him, yet he enjoyed the purity and sweetness the berries provided him. he thanked the bush, than his heavenly father for such a treat.

his heavenly father hadn't answered satan, thinking amongst himself. he had given the creatures all another of themselves, yet adam remained alone. it wasnt right, how the lions had more of their own, or how the elephants roamed together as one. "i shall make adam another, one of him. as any of my children, he deserves to have another to love," he said.

        gabriel to the side of his heavenly father only glared down at adam in disgust. he wasnt sure why his father decided that having man would be good. he knew father could see all, the whole future lying ahead. gabriel wondered what would happen should man be corrupted, tempted away from his heavenly father. would he look down in disgust like him?

        as the sun in the sky started to settle and the moon rose, gabriel watched as adam scurried away to hide in a burrow. how cowardly, he thought, for a creation of father to hide away from darkness. how man could never see the everlasting light of heaven. maybe man would never see the beauty of heaven. there was no green or vivid flowers. there were no animals, no towering beings other than his heavenly father and the archangels themselves.

        this garden of eden only reminded gabriel of hell. the wretched place itself only soured his mood more.

        " i'll protect mankind," satan spoke. " i'll protect adam and eve. i'll protect garden of eden, father." the large being beside them, taller than that of a mountain, only smiled down at satan. compared to adam and eve, his heavenly father was enormous. satan and gabriel were large in size, that of what would be the chariot his heavenly father rides upon. to them, man was only a tiny creation.

        "thank you satan, but there is no need for protection. the garden is of everlasting love and purity. though, there is knowledge that they don't know of, there is no need for protection. it is their own choosing whether to continue living in purity and love, or to discover knowledge of impurities. it is their own free will," his heavenly father explained. satan only tilted his head to the side, but nonetheless nodded to father's words.

        gabriel only pondered about what father said. knowledge of impurities? would man betray father and fall to corruption? he looked to the largest tree in the garden, towering over all of the land. fruit bright and red grew from it, shining in the glow of dawn. the new man walked around the garden, naked and shaped differently than of adam.

        this must be eve that satan mentioned. what an interesting name for that of man. gabriel watched as adam and eve talked, unsure of what they were saying. he could tell that they loved each other immediately, tending to the garden together. how interesting it would be to see them crawl upon their bellies, wriggling around and limbless. would father love his creation then?

        how strange of father, to create mankind.

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        "eww, what even is this?" you grumbled out and pinched your nose, pulling a strange and wet clothe from a wooden box. minhyeok only raised an eyebrow at the object before gagging at the stench it gave.

        "im not sure why mom had that, but that is absolutely foul," you quickly put the wet clothe in the trashbag beside you, careful not to touch it with your other fingers. you continued to scrumage through the box, looking for anything of value. you werent sure why minhyeok insisted on spring cleaning today, but you were dreading him for it.

"anything over there by you?" you asked him as your eyes squinted into the box. apart from the cobwebs and spider sacks full of eggs, there wasnt much in there worth anything. or anything interesting for that matter.

minhyeok only sighed and shook his head. "i've only found a small handheld mirror worth keeping. most of the stuff here can be donated." he shrugged before leaning back on his heels. "same here, unless you want to donate spider babies," you raised a brow at the college student with a smirk. "im sure any kid who picks up this box would be thrilled!"

minhyeok only rolled his eyes, "or have a heart attack." he looked around the attic. most of it had already been cleaned out before, donating most the large furniture pieces that wouldn't be of use to either of them.

"hey, what time is it?" he asked. you shrugged your shoulders, "not sure, why?" minhyeok pulled his phone out of his back pocket, opening it up to view the time; 5:24 pm. "i gotta make dinner here soon. how about you go get us ingredients?" the boy rose to his feet, ducking his head as to not hit it on the ceiling.

you quickly stood up too, ready to get out of the attic itself. it was boring having to go through everything, not to mention how dusty everything was. "sure, it'd get me out of this mess."

"you say that like you were dragged here against your will," minhyeok replied, climbing down the ladder. "um, because i was? or do you not remember ripping the covers off of me when i was sleeping?" you remarked. you didnt here a reply from minhyeok, taking the time to look around the attic once more.

you both got a bunch of work up here done fast, but as the hours dragged on it felt like you were there for eternity. you're sure the spiders would appreciate you not ruining their webs. just as you were about to climb down the ladder, a strange paper stuck out from underneath the box you were looking through earlier.

you crouched down, lifting the box up and grabbing the slip of paper. it had intricate markings all over it, in a language unknown to you. it looked like something you'd see on a jiangshi, covering their faces in those old horror movies you'd find at a beatdown dvd shop. "are you coming?" minhyeok yelled from below.

you stuffed the slip of paper in your pocket, hurrying down the ladder before he called for you again.

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minhyeok placed a $50 bill in your hand, "make sure you just get ingredients for dinner tonight. i'll make whatever you're craving, but don't get anything else." he warned you, his pointer finger up and reprimanding you. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy, "dont worry. i'm not gonna bring home a cake again for dinner. i've learned my lesson from last time."

he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at you, as if to say 'really?' "okay okay, i promise i wont," you sighed, "though it would be good for dessert." you murmured under your breath. "what was that?" minhyeok raised an eyebrow at you.

"nothing! im going now, ill be back soon." you waved him goodbye and quickly left, not staying any longer to face what wrath he may have. the last time you brought a cake home for dinner he was outraged and scolded you for a long time. he even went over all the lack of nutrition it would provide and how you need more than just fat and 500 calories. you still wondered how even remembered all the nutrition facts a human being needs.

the sun was starting to set, painting the neighborhood a beautiful gradient of orange to pink. the air was warm but moist, birds chirping softly and flying around. the clouds were streaked across the sky, painting the whole world as though it came from a renaissance painting.

you turned the corner and walked into the small market. memories from when you were younger came to your mind. when your parents had died, minhyeok's were more than happy to take you into their family. most of your own family wasnt alive. your parents were single-children, having no siblings. their parents had died and you had no idea if you had any cousins.

though despite what happened, minhyeok's parents gave you a wonderful childhood. growing up with them allowed you to still have a somewhat normal childhood despite the tragedy of your parents.

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"thank you!" the lady at the register said as you walked out the door. hopefully minhyeok was okay with having chicken alfredo. after all, there wasnt a whole lot you could get from $50 at the store, even the one cheapest and closest to the house.

even thinking about food alone had you hungry, your stomach already grumbling from how empty it was. it seemed working around in the attic took more energy from you than you had thought.

the sky had turned black, the stars appearing softly in the sky. if you squinted your eyes hard enough you could've made out the big dipper, maybe find the north star if you paid enough attention. though you didnt think you'd spent that much time in the store.

the streetlights weren't on yet either, making the road quite dark and hard to see without any source of light. pulling out your phone and turning the flashlight on, you followed the sidewalk and tried to navigate your way back. it was strange, how often you'd come at night and know the way home like the back of your hand. but all the sudden, it was like you had been here for the first time ever.

your skin was cold, goosebumps forming as you looked around. nothing felt familiar, rather everything was foreign to you. you couldn't recollect where to to turn or how far along the sidewalk to go.

"how unfortunate for you." a voice murmured, making you whip your head around. there was no one standing there, yet it sounded as though it came from right behind you. as though someone had whispered it into your left ear.

"hello?" you called, eyebrows knitting together in confusion yet your heart race increased slightly to the paranoia. were you lost? was someone following you?

"be not afraid, child of our heavenly father. thou hast sought protection, and protection has cometh to thee." the voice said as one streetlight turned on. there was no one underneath it, but it showed how foggy the area had become. the fog was so thick you werent able to see any buildings in sight, not even a shadow or two casted upon or from them.

"be not afraid, for i am one of our heavenly father's servants. i shall provide thou light, as thou see fit. i shall provide protection, as thou shall see fit. i shall provide guidance to thee."

you werent sure what it meant, or what exactly it was saying. something about its tone made you uneasy, your feeling of hunger gone and your blood pumping through your veins. something about the whole situation made you feel weird, your gut telling you to run yet your brain was confused. mixed signals were sent all about your body, confusion evident in your legs as to run or not.

"follow my voice, child of our heavenly father. for i am one to guide you home." something about it made you slowly walk forward, your legs ignoring the warning signals you were getting from your heart. your amygdala was telling you to run, yet your legs continued walking towards the voice unwillingly.

it was like your body wasnt even yours anymore, rather you were a vessel within it.

"yes, come to me my child. for i shall provide what you seek most." it whispered, though this time it was as though it was said in both your ears at different times. like someone said it in your right ear first than repeated it in your left. echoing amongst the street itself, it remained softly as though it was spoken in a cave.

"come closer to me, innocent lamb of mine. fear not of me, for thou hast no need." the voice sounded closer this time, almost embracing you. until a harsh grunt came from it, and soon the fog cleared from your vision.

lied in front of you, wings long and covering the whole street itself, covered in white stained with red was a humanoid figure. their head was bent down, gasping for air as their hands held onto their stomach. behind them stood another being, dressed in white and eyes narrowing at the one on the ground.

"disgusting how you call yourself a servant of god yet destroy his creations." the person sneered. they had a saint peter's cross in their eyes and on their forehead.

their eyes flickered from the one beneath them and towards you, widening upon seeing your form. as though a wave of recognition had hit them, they quickly ran towards you. your body was stuck in place, unable to run anywhere or turn your head away.

"is it really you?" they whispered, dropping the scythe in their hand. it was long and red, yet dripping of a red substance. their hands hovered over your cheeks, yet not touching them before the being dropped to their knees. "child of solomon, his wisest and greatest, i have found you at last."

the being started to laugh, almost crying at the same time. "child of solomon, how happy i am to see you. the key to all success and to hell's future!" they praised, grabbing at your shoes and staring up at your face. "please, child of solomon! theres no time! i need a contract with you, please!" they pleaded.

"gabriel will rise again soon! he can only be stopped for so long! please! make a contract with me, child of solomon, and i shall protect you from him!" they pleaded, hands moving from your shoes to your legs as they nuzzled their face into your stomach.

just as they had said, the being called gabriel had started to breath again without gasping. white scythe beside him, he grabbed at it and started to stand. his wings flexed themselves out and stared at you with fury in his eye.

"fine! fine!" you yelled, taking the person's head in your hands. "how do i make a contract?" the person smiled widely, "you draw a pentagram on my tongue, and i shall receive the strength needed to protect you." he said before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out.

you wondered if it was a trick, yet it seemed as though gabriel wasnt going to wait around forever. he was already raising his scythe and stumbling over to where you stood. quickly, you made a messy pentagram with your pointer finger on their tongue. the lines started to glow white on their tongue until the full pentagram was painted.

bright light seemed to cover you both, as their body shook and their eyes rolled to the back of their head. their eyes glowed white as they smiled widely. soon the light dissipated and the being before you jumped to their feet. they grabbed the red scythe beside you and rushed at gabriel.

you looked away from the fight, bright white clashing against red as yells and grunts from gabriel rung throughout the air until their was no more sound.

you looked back, only to find that gabriel was no longer there and the being left stood heaving. a burning pain etched into the palm of your left hand. a sigil displayed itself, a pentagram; the mark of satan. your eyes looked back to the person, before asking, "who are you?"

"i am satan, embodiment of wrath one of the seven kings of hell." he smiled, eyes returning to red with black saint peter's crosses for pupils. "there's no time to explain, come to hell with me! i will explain everything there, but hell needs you, child of solomon!" he held out his hand for you to take.

[bum-scum]

Another Rivalshipping snippet!

I must warn yas that my English is terrible, because of grammar (past and present tense and I dont make sense.

Also Genderbending here, Yugi is a woman. And a bit of sexual suggested in it towards the end. Cheers!

Set pass DSOD (For ref)

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Yugi sighed as she felt the cool sea water touch her hot skin. She stayed in the shallow of waters. The summer heat had taken its toll on her for the past couple days, she was definitely glad Anzu had the idea of going down to the beach. Her best friend invited everyone.

"Hey, bro...stop that!"

Including The Kaiba's.

Mokuba insisted Anzu for Kaiba to come, to help him come out of that stuffy office that Kaiba called home. Nonetheless, it worked!

However, Anzu used Yugi as a ticket to get him out.

Yugi wasn't impressed that Anzu would do that, but she was glad also. Because she could get to see the handsome man outside for once.

Not far from her, obviously splashing water at Mokuba's direction, is Kaiba. Having a great look at him, Seto Kaiba suprised everyone by the way his body had changed over the years. He wasnt as muscled, but toned, and his clothes did slightly bagged a bit until senior year.

And now here as an fully grown man, his muscles were telling. Not too overly buff, but the tall man's muscles were big enough for Yugi's eyes to be pleased.

Especially his chest. Oh Yugi loved how Kaiba's chest developed over time. She wondered what it would feel like being pressed up against him. Shaking her head out of her thoughts quickly, her hair tie flew off and landed next to her.

She sighed and grabbed the hair tie, ready to pull it up in a messy bun.

"Oh shit! Yugi!"

Unaware of what was happening, Yugi almost shrieked. Arms wrapped around her tightly, her breasts pushed up against the most attractive chest she's ever seen.

Until she realised. It was Kaiba.

His face red, red to rival a beetroot. His eyes darted away to the left.

"Uuh...Can I help you Kai-"

"Are you going to put that top back on?"

Yugi blinked. Top? What top? Looking down at her chest, her face went red.

Her bikini top became undone.

With the feeling of embarrassment, Yugi snatched her floating top and put it back on but it came with a struggle to tie it up behind her back.

"Here...let me help." Yugi nodded, feeling Kaiba's hands moving, she gasped at the friction her breasts against his own chest.

He was pulling her in closer and tighter, probably to avoid on lookers. But she couldn't help but let her mind wonder elsewhere.

"Is this tight enough?" Kaiba's low voice snapped her out of her mind and back into reality. Yugi blinked, without saying a word she nodded.

"Good."

Yugi felt Kaiba letting her go as she adjusted her Breasts in her top to sit comfortably.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Watching him leave the sea water, Yugi couldn't help but stare at his chest one last time before Kaiba was out of her sight. She would love to feel that chest again. How her breasts pressed against him. She wondered how it feel it against him while him being on top of her. Close and hot...intimate.

Yugi shook her head again. Her face burned from the images that flashed in her mind, making her heart beat faster and her knees feeling weak.

She was sure to have a shower tonight.

A long cold shower.

[aegislash-kingdom]

since this new project will take a while, I think it would be a decent time to show you guys just how far I've come over the years, where I started from and why i like aegislashso much! :D

When I was younger I wasnt that big into pokemon like I am today. I wouldn't even get fully into pokemon until 2014 when I met honedge for the first time. I instantly loved honedge and Honedge basically set the foundation for my pokemon collection, my ocs, my lore and pretty much everything pokemon related. It even made me start collecting my own swords!

After I found and evolved my first honedge I instantly went to work making a character for myself which would be my very first pokemon oc! His name was king gargoyle and he may look a bit familiar but I'll get into that later

This is King gargoyles original design (right) with his son named prince aegislash (left)

This design would exist for a few weeks until I had revised the design and turned it into the image you see below. This design would last for a few months and it was one of my favorites

I actually made so much art with this design that I spent hours sorting through all of it xD

This design is still pretty good in my opinion but there is one i liked even better than this one and it would turn into what you see today.

This better design wouldnt exist until I had decided to experiment with new things and ideas and im actually disappointed that i didnt do this a lot sooner. Nonetheless, this design eventually evolved into king gargoyles second to last design which looked like this. Pretty familiar right?

Over time I had forgotten everything about him so I decided to give him a new name and backstory. This is still one of my favorite designs to this day.

And here he is now in the present, the design you're all familiar with. He came a long way from where he started from and he is one of my oldest ocs to still exist and be used today. Masamune may not be the best or most perfect oc out there but to me, Masamune holds a special place in my heart and I love him.

My other ocs have had slight changes to them over the years but mostly they've stayed the same. Who knows, maybe someday I'll change them too but right now I'm happy with them so they'll stay the same for now.

The honedge line has done a lot for me by simply existing, without them I may have never even gotten into pokemon like I am today. And yes, I did annoy my friends to death talking endlessly about how cool aegislash was but they still tolerated me xD

Well I think it would be a decent idea to end this post off with the one who Kickstarted my love for pokemon so meet my buddy :D

[spitefulqueenofdemons]

PT 1

Pushing Up Daisies chapter 2 the lake

Summary: After having been brutally murdered by Blaine Debeers while investigating the Utopium trade you awoke six feet under. More like 60 feet under water.

TW: drowning, murder, language maybe, Gore

Word count: 1539

It was strange not having to breath in order to retain consciousness. The overwhelming cold of the lake water filled all your senses, you could barely blink past the murkey green of the water. There wasnt a hope of breathing in anything that wasnt liquid. You expected it to hurt. Pressure in your head or your lungs burning for oxygen. Other than the cold and crushing pressure this was almost peaceful. 

It took you a moment to be able to realize you were even under water, and judging by the very faint light above it seemed that you were in deep. The longer you were aware the more you were able to regain your senses. You could barely see little fish swimming around you, probably having been trying to get a meal off your flesh. 

There was a heavy weight on your legs and when you looked down you saw why. Your legs were tied together and at the end of them a rather large concrete block. 

The pieces were falling together. Someone tried to kill you and dump the body in the lake. Before waking up in the water you couldnt remember much. White hair, red eyes. Gunshots. 

Your hands moved against the water to your stomach to find no pain. There were holes. Tiny holes almost completely healed. Concerning of course but not nearly as concerning as the fact that you have been awake underwater for several minutes without any pain, any drawback. You felt almost nothing. Minus the cold and a growing sense of hunger. 

'Gotta get out of this.' You thought almost lazily to yourself. You bent over, your moves sluggish in the water, and began unknotting the ties that were holding you down. 

The moment your legs were free you kicked against the silt covered ground and shot towards the faint sun. When you broke the surface you tried to take a breath but you couldnt. Something in your lungs were blocking and it forced you into an uncontrollable coughing fit that forced what seemed like gallons of water from your lungs. 

Once you were finally able to catch your breath you looked around, blinking the water from your eyes you could see shore in the distance. Even further the Space Needle. You were at lake Winters. 

You swam to shore, the gnawing hunger growing with every moment that passed. While underwater it was easy to ignore but now it was almost overwhelming. Before too long you could feel the silt and mud under your feet and you were able to walk out of the lake. Dripping wet, cold and starving but you were walking none the less. 

"Ma'am. Are you alright?" You could hear a voice in the distance. They had a soft timber. Warm and seemingly from a southern state. Likely a tourist. 

You turned, barely able to make out the mans features. He wore a hat. Maybe green or a greenish brown. He had a greying beard that hid most of his facial features. He wore some sort of flannel under a fishing jacket. 

You didnt care about what he looked like. Or that he smelled even more like fish than you. You just wanted to take off his hat and bash his skull until the juicy pink bits came out and thats what you did. 

"I'm so hungry." You groaned as you stumbled forward. The man who had quickly closed the distance caught you in his arms as you fell forward, only the moment knocked him off his balance and he fell with you in his arms to the ground. 

There was a grunt, this time from him, and you could smell the metallic scent from his head before the red leaked out and pooled around his head. Without skipping a beat you pulled him up by his shoulders and slammed him back down. 

There was no screams. No begging for mercy. The only sound was the sickening crunch of skull against the ground and a slight slosh of brain matter leaking out. 

Once the hole in the poor fella's head was large enough you dipped your fingers in and plucked out any and all solid you could find, plopping each piece of it in your mouth. 

It wasnt what you call good. In fact the bitter metallic tell tale taste organ meat always left in your mouth had been enough to make you swear off organs in your youth but the satisfying way it satiated that growing hunger that moments ago was so overwhelming was enough to make it your new favorite flavor. 

You ate until there was nothing left, and once you were finished you sat in beside the corpse of the poor fisherman. You had gone your entire career without ever killing anyone. The first person you ever have killed is this innocent man. It hurt. You felt horrible but you couldnt control it. Nobody saw. There was no witness, no evidence. He didnt deserve this. His family in whatever state he was from didnt deserve it. But there was nothing you could do to change the fact you killed him. But you could still protect yourself. 

After your pity party you stood again, finding your senses much sharper and your balance back. You could think again and you remembered everything from before you woke up. Blaine Debeers scratched you, shot you, then tied you to center blocks and dumped you in the lake. 

It was easy physically filling the fisherman's vest with rocks and dirty to weigh him down but emotionally it was one of the hardest things you had ever done. But you did it anyway and swam the body far enough that rouge swimmers wouldnt find it easily. Once it was safely at the bottom of the lake you decided to go home to figure out what to do next. 

The small apartment in downtown Seattle wasnt the ideal home but it was your home nonetheless. You only used it to sleep, spending most of your time working. You were for lack of a better word, a workaholic. You only felt truly at home when on the job. 

The apartment was plain, almost as plain as Blaine's office. A single keyring by the door beside an empty coat rack. There was a simple ugly plaid three person couch and a matching arm chair. Something you picked up from a thrift store when you realized you couldnt just have a lawn chair as your home decor. There was no tv. No radio. The only potential entertainment a person could get was from the bookshelf that was full of criminal law books and files from previous cases you had worked. 

The kitchen was a little more luxurious with new matching silver appliances, a well loved kureg coffee machine, a shiny new microwave and your favorite, the air frier. 

When you got to the door you found that someone had been here already. The wood was splintered around the deadbolt. There was a dent in the middle of the door, a sure sign that it had been kicked in. 

Your hand instinctively went to where you normally kept your gun but of course there was nothing there. You were a murder victim. Usually the killer wont leave weapons on his victims bodies. Instead you pushed open the door and walked into the near empty apartment. 

There was definitely a break in and whoever did it was looking for something. Almost everything was where you left if but the contents of your bookshelf were all over the room almost like a welcome homs confetti. And not among the papers was all the information you had collected on Blaine Debeers. 

Once you figured out what was missing, which didnt take long at all, you remembered the events which led you to this discovery. Specifically the mixture of lake water and old blood, some yours some fishermans, that coated your body. You wanted, more than anything, a shower. 

The bathroom was untouched, as you were sure the bed room was at well. You hadnt thought to hide your research. You were sure the first and only place they looked was the bookshelf and that was where you kept it so after you put yourself back together you would have to clean up but it would be the only thing you had to clean. 

The bathroom, like the rest of the apartment, was plain. No little knick nacks. The soap dispenser was mint green with no designs or embellishes. The toothbrush holder the same with only one toothbrush even though it could hold  four. There was a towel rack with one, also mint colored, towel on it. 

You walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light before gasping at the shocking image in the mirror. It was you but not the you that you remembered. 

Your hair which had been (y/h/c) since you were born was snowy white. Lighter than Blaines but almost the same. Your skin had lost all pigment, leaving you looking almost ghostly. No blush. No color. And your eyes were now a light blue with purple shadowing that left you looking like you hadnt slept in weeks. The term zombie came to mind.

[homemade-history]

My thoughts on Steven's response

Just wanna preface by saying that, even though i am a bi hispanic, it does not mean my feelings are universal. everyone is entitled to their own feelings and opinions on the matter. Alright with that out of the way, stuff in regular font is stuff i liked, stuff in bold is icky stuff

Takes responsibility and is aware of how he came across as ('ignorant, complicit, harmful')

'across the spectrum' hm

Acknowledges bigotry is not a belief system (although I do wish it was expanded upon more. Felt a bit,,,rushed?)

This isnt really a point it's just me talking about my experiences so skip this: I def get the part about being surrounded by people who are full of shitty takes (religious hispanics can be pretty yikes at times) and let me tell you! that ideology gets embedded into our brains pretty quickly. However myself and some others have seen change by surrounding ourselves with people who were willing to give us a slap on the wrist. its pretty eye opening and im grateful for it. anyways back to the apology.

!!! Acknowledges it's not up to us to educate others!! I really liked that part I'm glad hes aware.

'On a case by case basis' !! he knows when its hopeless guys please it's not like hes one of those missionaries that try to convert everyone. He knows when to stop lol

COMPLETELY unrelated but using conversely as a transition word? Nice.

Has cut ties w people he considers 'toxic' (not really sure what's toxic by his standards though hdndjdk)

'I'm sorry for those of you who have been marginalized in any way becaus of your identity...' as well as the rest of the sentence. Didnt vibe with that. It wouldve been nicer had he acknowledged and apologized for hurting poc and lgbt+

'I'll be writing up a statement that I'll be sharing at the top of the next episode.' Ok might as well talk abt this here. Ppl dont like that the apology was on patreon (despite this not being the first time 🤨) but like,,,this makes the most sense? that it's on patreon and the next ep of hwyd. I cant word this good so heres this image that explains it nicely.

'I look forward to continuing this conversation and growing." I hope he means this bc it's an important discussion all of us could benefit from.

All in all i thought it was a pretty decent,,,response to the criticism he got. However I hesitate to use the word apology because, while he did apologize (once?), this is more of an expansion or an explanation into why he said what he said and what he meant by it. It wasnt really an apology which,,, :/ yk. but a decent response nonetheless! once again i want to reiterate that just because i think it's decent does not mean everyone else does. my thoughts and opinions are my own.

[blookmallow]

i finally rewatched Us watching for details... I also took a bunch of screenshots, I’ve mentioned before I live in santa cruz and grew up going to this boardwalk so im obsessed with this movie, I’m going to go try to take some better comparison shots sometime (here’s a few I took before) (and here’s a Tethered mannequin that was outside of the frightwalk for a while. i havent been inside for ages so I don’t know if they moved him inside or if he’s just gone now) (i HOPE they did something with the theme considering the frightwalk is literally a horror attraction beneath the boardwalk. i dont really want to go in there by myself though lmao. not a fan of animatronics jumping out and screaming at me) 

this is a lot, i have many things to say 

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- the opening news segment is 11 at 11 

- you can faintly see adelaide/red’s reflection in the tv screen, with a toy rabbit (her shirt also has twin lines on it in multiple places but that could be looking too far lmao) 

- in the “Hands Across America” segment (aside from the obvious red figures linked together in the logo) : “from the golden gate bridge to the twin towers” another possible 11/twinning, and it starts in california, which is where the tethered revolution begins 

- on “from sea to shining sea” the exact same coastline image is just flipped 

(there’s also another 11 on the side of the TV here) 

- “This summer, 6 million people will tether themselves together” 

- brief mirroring in the boardwalk ad, not just two girls running on the beach but also two girls with upside down reflections in the ground, 

- fairly obvious one, but “find yourself” (as a sidenote there’s nothing in that spot irl, the roller coaster and the swings are real but there was never a ‘vision quest’ or a ‘merlin forest’ as far as I know and there’s no door or anything there either, the interior shots must’ve been done separately somewhere else) (nothing’s left here from the movie now either, I have no idea when they filmed it because I never saw anything or heard anything about it) 

- adelaide/red whistles “the itsy bitsy spider” when the lights go out in the vision quest - “down came the rain and washed the spider out,” it’s raining outside when her tethered comes up (and she is dragged down). she also drops her red apple on the ground before she enters 

- zora’s rabbit shirt 

- everyone else is eating fast food of some kind, except adelaide, who is eating red strawberries 

as well as being a visual cue, its possible she has an aversion to meat if she was forced to eat raw rabbit as a child

- young adelaide arranging animals in the sand (it seems like some of the tethered tend to mirror their counterpart’s movements, so it’s possible she’s mirroring red, though it’s probably not that likely she’d be planning this early/the dance hasnt happened yet so its probably just foreshadowing) 

- young adelaide very pointedly watches “her” mother crying, saying “I just want my little girl back” - she will never have her little girl back again, though she doesn’t know it (I’m not sure if adelaide still remembers what she’s done at this point either) 

its also mentioned that ‘grandma’ has passed away as of the present time, likely adelaide’s mother (i dont remember if its stated outright but since the house belonged to the grandma, and it’s in santa cruz, that would line up) so. the tethered mother, if she’s still alive, would not kill red’s real mother in the uprising. dont know about the father, or if red knows/cares about this, but. thats there. that also means the original mother will never know what happened with her daughter (likely the father won’t either, it’s not clear if he’s still alive but there’s no mention of him being around/he’s not at the house so it seems likely he passed already too) 

- adelaide, her reflection, and a (not so) itsy bitsy spider 

theres even two spiders, one a toy, one real 

- jason crawls out of a cabinet at zora’s feet and scares her while she’s looking in a mirror (which is also a very pluto-like movement) 

- adelaide finds the toy rabbit in a box; assuming the intro was chronological, we saw “her” with it in the tv screen reflection before she went to the boardwalk, so this was red’s rabbit first (she probably does not remember this, though) (red also later finds this and cuts off the head, not sure why though)

- adelaide “sees” her child self in the room with her (in her memory) learning her dance alongside her reflection

 but the reflection is the one she “sees” looking directly at her 

(she’s also interrupted by hearing her son, above her, screaming because he’s trapped, but that might not be intentional) (though when red comes down here later, she is also interrupted by her son getting stuck in the closet too)

- she’s also wearing a choker necklace with a matching gold bracelet, maybe an allusion to. the choking and the handcuffs, again i might be looking into it too much, but. the white clothes which steadily become red with blood seems very intentional so i wouldnt be surprised if the jewelry was planned specifically too 

- its really hard to see and its a split second throwaway comment but kitty goes “oh isnt that beautiful” showing her the magazine and i thhiiiink thats a white girl in a native american headdress :’  ) probably doesnt have. much deeper meaning other than ‘clueless white friends’ but 

- guy buried in sand comes bursting to the surface again and scares his friends (also eyyooooo you can see the wharf in the background im down there all the time) (sorry this is still wild to me. i grew up here ive been to that beach like 9 million times)

- i didnt catch it and was waiting for it to be shown again and it wasnt and i dont want to go back for it but anyway jason has a drawing of a bunch of people holding hands in a line like the hands across america thing in his room, theres a lot of drawings around and we see his drawing of the first untethered, so he probably drew that as well

- jason has a hard time communicating, but he seems to use drawing as a way to express himself. he doesn’t tell his mother about the encounter with the old man (and only shrugs when he’s asked about it) but he does draw it. adelaide found self expression through dance when she was a child before she was able to talk, so he probably got those traits from her. her voice also goes low and hollow on the line “I just didn’t know if you were lost, or... taken” 

- her voice also gets very strange when she’s talking about her memory of the encounter in the vision quest. low, shaky, harsh. its fascinating hearing how much alike the voices are (obviously they’re both the same actress/if the tethered are clones it makes sense that they’d have identical vocal chords but like. red’s got a fucked up voice. hearing echos of that in adelaide is wild and i didnt notice it at all before) 

- its not clear whether adelaide actually remembers what she did, or even realizes she was the copy - is she trying to protect her family from what she believes was the girl who almost took her, or trying to stop her from getting her revenge? she describes the event to gabe as if she was the one who was attacked but escaped, and im not sure if she’s lying or has convinced herself that’s the truth

something’s going on with jason and pluto too but I don’t quite know what it is. when we first see jason he’s wearing a Jaws shirt, kind of a similar vibe to the thriller shirt, and when the tethered arrive he’s wearing a white tuxedo t shirt, white matching his mother’s white outfit. the others all go off to kill their doubles but pluto holds jason’s hand, sits with him quietly, watches his magic trick, he’s told to go “play” which. obviously has a violent undertone to it but he doesn’t actually try to kill him. i dont even remember seeing him with the scissors. why are jason and pluto different. why does pluto get stuck mirroring jason’s movements even to the point of his death but the others dont. why didn’t adelaide mirror red

i guess its possible its because pluto is the youngest in the family so maybe he hasn’t broken out of his connection yet? they didnt really ever explain how they learned to do that 

and as for the connection with adelaide it. could just be that jason takes after his mom more and zora takes after her dad more but that seems too simple. i mean theres the theory going around that jason was actually switched with his clone too at some point and its got some good points (jason forgetting the magic trick, getting stuck in the closet again, etc) but theres a whole line of logic to debunk that too so its just. What’s Going On Here  

cal 11 

i took the first pic to get a comparison shot at the same place later irl but then noticed the ambulance they come across is the same one (#2) they saw earlier 

pretty obvious but the real rabbit comes out through the picture of an identical rabbit (there’s also probably a “rabbit hole” allusion here) 

i noticed this before too but now i have a screenshot of it, im the rabbit in the background just chilling on the floor during the climax here

- im sure i must have seen this before but i forgot about it. the 11:11 guy’s tethered didn’t have a sign so he just.......carved it into his head

- it never healed, either, he did it badly enough to scar

- red says “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you could have taken me with you” - she doesn’t mean adelaide ran off and left her there. adelaide made the choice to trap her in the underground. its possible red might have even been thinking how she would have let adelaide come with her if given the chance, which. i mean, i dont know how her parents would have reacted to suddenly having identical twins out of nowhere, but like. knowing there’s a chance red might have accepted her. and all this could have been different 

this is definitely a movie that’s not really intended to be fully explained, there’s a lot of questions that aren’t really supposed to be answered, but nonetheless one of my biggest concerns is where do the clothes come from underground. red tells us they were all abandoned down there generations ago so nobody’s supervising or providing anything. how do they end up with copies of the clothing their counterparts are wearing. and here adelaide has a messed up faded old shirt that either looks similar to red’s shirt or is the same shirt just badly damaged, she switches it with red’s before she goes out for good so that explains how she gets the new shirt, but where did this one come from. why is it different if the other clothes aren’t

and of course there’s the whole question of “where did they all get these red jumpsuits from” but again. questions that aren’t really the point, i guess

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In Sickness

Requests: can you write Billy being sick and the reader (trying) to take  care of him because obviously he is a real ass when he’s sick and he doesn’t want her to see her like (because he feels like shit) but in the end he’s all sleepy and he strangely becomes cuddly and sweet from @delicatelilyflower and Billy Russo showing vulnerability in the form of embarrassment from @suchatinyinfinity

Thanks guys, I hope you enjoy!

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It had been over 48 hours since you’d heard from Billy, and you were starting to get worried. The last time he’d disappeared for so long had been after a stint overseas with Anvil, and when you finally tracked him down you found that he head been shot…twice. So, you had a reason to be worried.

“Ah, Y/N,” Frank sighed on the other end of the phone, “you know how Bill is. When he’s down, he likes to be alone. He doesn’t want to trouble you.”

“So he is hurt?” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What happened? And don’t lie to me, Frankie, I don’t have the patience.”

You heard Frank chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I would never. Maybe just drop by his place and see for yourself.”

Typical Frank—but his advice was decent, so you headed over to Billy’s penthouse. You had been friends with Frank and Billy since their Marine days. There was something lingering between you and Billy, some kind of unspoken thing that you both were well aware of. You wouldn’t go so far as to say the two of you were an item, but you did sleep together, and Billy did take you out on dates, but… You weren’t dating. Still, he was your emergency contact on all of your official paperwork, and you had a key to his place—which you used now.

“Billy?” You called out, closing the door behind you. His coat was laying on the couch haphazardly, as if he had thrown it off in a hurry—something he rarely ever did. There was a blanket on the floor, and a half-empty water bottle on the table. “Billy? It’s me,” you peeked into the kitchen and sighed. It was in a state of disarray that only meant Billy wasn’t his usual self. A cabinet was open, revealing a lack of groceries, and there was an uneaten bowl of chicken noodle soup on the kitchen table. You checked for any signs of blood or bandages as you made your way to Billy’s room and found none. Your mind brought of images of broken bones, cuts and bruises as you turned the corner. What you saw was….

…Billy curled up in bed like a koala surrounded by boxes of tissue, water bottles, and take-out boxes. He sat up when he saw you, and you couldn’t help the little “oh” that came out of your mouth at the sight of him. His dark hair was mushed and standing up at all angles, and his eyes were low and watery. He was wearing a zip-up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and as you got closer, you could see that his cheeks were flushed, and he was shivering.

“Y/N?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling,” you noticed his phone on the dresser, “You’re sick.”

Billy scoffed as he struggled to sit up. “”M fine,” his New York accent was thicker than usual, and you could tell his nose was stuffed up, “Didn’t hear my phone go off.”

“That’s cause it’s all the way over here,” you picked his phone up and waved it at him before putting it back, “How long have you been sick?”

“”M not,” he huffed, pulling his hoodie over his chest, “’M just…” He coughed into his forearm, “”M just a little off. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed as he watched you strip your jacket off. “What’re you doing?”

“That depends, where do you want me to start?” You asked, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. “Cleaning up or getting you some medicine? Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“I don’t need a doctor, I can take care of myself.” You could tell he was breathing out of his mouth, not his nose. “I don’t need you here.”

“Clearly,” you deadpanned, “What with the stuffy nose, shakes, and assumed fever, you’re a picture of independence.” You thought back on what his living room looked like. “You catch something at work?”

“Couple of the guys came down with a fever after a mission,” he answered, “I gave ‘em time off, but they wouldn’t take it.” He sniffled again. “It’s possible I might have caught something from them.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead went over to Billy to feel his forehead. He flinched when you put your hand out. “Don’t be a baby,” you clicked your tongue when you felt the heat of his skin, “Where do you keep your thermometer?”

“Don’t have one.” Billy pushed your hand away and fell back against the pillow. “Been feelin’ like this for two days,” he coughed again, “it’s almost done. Gimme another day an’ I’ll be fine.”

“Not gonna happen, soldier,” you were already moving around his room, straightening up, “If you won’t go to a doctor, I’ll take care of you myself. When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

Now you did roll your eyes. Billy would have to try harder if he wanted to scare you away. “Fuck you, Russo. Now answer the question.”

He huffed, but answered you nonetheless. “Tried to eat last night,” he sniffled, “I have soup in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” you piled another blanket on Billy’s bed, “You have that terrible canned stuff. I’ll make you some soup.” You dug in your purse and pulled out a couple of Tylenol PMs. “Here,” you watched him dry swallow the medicine and went back to tidying up.

“’M fine,” Billy was slinking back into his bed now, “the canned stuff is good,” he pulled the extra blanket up to his chin, “You can just go home, Y/N.”

“Mm hmm,” you went to the windows and started pulling the blinds down.

“I don’t need anyone takin’ care of me,” Billy was turning to lay on his side, and his words were muffled by the pillow, “’specially not you.”

“Right,” you turned the ceiling fan on low and let its soft hum lull Billy to sleep. It didn’t take long, he mumbled something that sounded like “leave me alone” before he dissolved into soft snores and the occasional cough.

You made your way into the kitchen and took a look around. It was sparse, but there were just enough ingredients for you to whip up a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. You contemplated running to the store for more supplies, but you weren’t comfortable leaving Billy to his own devices—unconscious or not. So, you put in an order for a grocery delivery and went back to cleaning. Frank texted asking for an update and you replied: He’s being a little bitch, so I’m making him soup. Frank sent you back a laughing emoji, and you chuckled as you put your phone in your back pocket. You checked the soup and sat down at the table. You weren’t sure what kind of mood Billy would be in when he woke up, but you wouldn’t let him scare you off.

Billy didn’t wake up for another three hours. You ended up dozing on the couch and woke up to a warm hand gently brushing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Billy, wrapped in the blanket you’d put on him, staring down at you.

His eyes still looked a little blurry and his nose was red, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. “You’re still here.” He said, his voice soft in the open room.

“Well yeah,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “I made you soup and got some groceries—what are you doing in here?” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you hustled him off the couch and back into bed. His forehead was still warm when you touched it. “I’m gonna heat the soup up and grab you some tea, I want you to eat as much as you can, and oh,” you grabbed a bottle from where you’d placed it on his dresser earlier and poured some thick, red liquid into a cup, “drink this.”

“What is this?” He asked, picking up the container and squinting at the label.

“Medicine,” you pulled out a food tray (a gift you got him a few months ago that was mostly for you) and placed it on his lap, “I want to see that cup empty by the time I get back.”

Billy—for once—didn’t say anything back, so you went and prepared his soup. You added honey to the tea and brought him an extra bottle of water as well. The cup was empty when you got back, and Billy was fussing with the bedsheets.

“Now before you start,” you placed the soup and tea on his tray, “this was my grandmother’s recipe so it’s really good, and the tea is that good shit, not that brown water crap Frank is always trying to feed us.”

Billy made a choking sound that you took for laughter. He cleared his throat and moved some pillow out of the way. “Wanna sit?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but you didn’t question the invitation. You slipped under the covers next to Billy, feeling just a tad bit giddy.

He lifted the spoon to his lips and paused. He turned to you. “Want a taste?”

You giggled and leaned forward, sipping the warm broth. You grinned as you sat back. “Trying to test for poison?” You joked.

Billy sighed, putting his spoon down. “I deserve that. Look, Y/N, ‘m sorry I was bein’ a dick, I…” He looked away from you. “”M not used to people takin’ care of me.”

“Aw,” you ran your fingers through Billy’s messy hair, “you don’t have to apologize, I get it. And I’m happy to help, Billy.” You watched him try the soup. His eyes closed and your grin widened. “Good?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “Shit. This is really good, Y/N.” You felt a spark of glee go through you at the compliment and leaned in closer to Billy. The two of you sat in bed together, as Billy slowly ate his food and drank his tea, watching horrible reality TV and arguing over which one of you Curtis liked best. Billy ate most of the soup and drank all of his tea, and he tried to help you clean up afterward—but you wouldn’t let him. You put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to see Billy lying down with the covers wrapped around him. He looked adorable.

You climbed into bed with him and caressed his forehead. “Do you need anything?” You asked, voice low.

He looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering against his sleepy, dark eyes. “Can…” He sniffled, and you almost melted. “…Can you hold me?”

You thought your cheeks would burst with how big you smiled. “C’mere, baby.”

You wrapped your arms around Billy, pulling his warm head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He put his arms around your waist and sighed happily. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“I want you to stay,” he went on, sniffling, “an’ I want to take care of you next…I want to take care of you forever.”

You chuckled. “You’re delirious, babe.”

“I’m serious,” he looked up at you with an honest to God pout on his face, “You… I want you…You’re my…” He groaned, snuggling in closer to you. “”M too tired, you know what I mean.”

You did know what he meant, and it made you feel another wave of sweet warmth go through you. “Mm hmm,” you agreed, running a hand down his back, “me too, baby.”

“Mm,” he closed his eyes, “I like when you call me baby… Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“Okay,” you kissed the top of his head and he sighed happily, “sweet dreams, baby.”

Billy dozed off in your arms, and while you weren’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t feeling well, you had to admit; holding him like that, taking care of him, and hearing his soft, unsure utterances just felt right…

…even if you woke up with a cold the next morning. 

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OHHHH JUST FOUND THIS BLOG AND THE LOVE FOR N IS DYING SO SO SO holy shit dude can you tell us more about the boy??? The liberation boy??? But like shipping??? Facts about his relationship with White?? Like like does White bride his hair?? Does N do nerdy romantic things??? FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOUR ART IF FUCKING GREAT HOLY SHIT I DIE. SO LIKE, LOVE FROM SPAIN!!! YOU ARE GREAT KEEP UP THE WORK ILY!!!!! THANKS FOR PROVIDING SUCH GREAT CONTENT!!!

FUCK YEAH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA

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so hfjks like i said before i like the idea that N is a lot like adrien from mircaulous, so hes a REALLY NICE GUY HES A BIG SWEETHEART

hes kind of…dorkier…than the games show him as,.. like hes a little clumsy, kinda dense, sometimes he says embarassing shit in front of white and she gives him that fa ce

i hc that trainers can ‘talk’ to their pokemon (similar to the i am groot thing in marvel, where they say like. their name or some illigetamit sound and after the trainer has them for a while, can actually understand what theyre saying) so N’s special thing is he can talk to ALL pokemon. it doesnt matter who owns it. or if its a wild pokemon. he understands them always no matter what it is (he could probably talk to arceus)

N has the power to heal pokemon. yes. without potions or pokemon center tech. this exsists in some rare individuals(like yellow in the pokespe manga) probably descends from some ancient royal family. the power is usually associated with people who live near/grew up an old forest, and is also associated with green hair (cheryl from dppt also has this power)

only white knows about this power he has, hes only shown it to her once to save her pokemon and asked her not to tell anyone about it. she never did

whoever the profecided heros of truth and ideals were meant to be, they were destined to be soulmates essentially. because they were part of the same dragon, the heroes in turn as well “complete” each other. theyre supposed to work together to fix the world when the stones were reunited, but inveitably, ended up as enemies by accident

so the first time they met in accumula they had a big fight and essentially HATED EACH OTHER LMAO.,…white thought he was a ignorant buffoon and he thought she was a hot headed bigot

nonetheless, white pretty much stuck in his head (he has no idea why. he doesnt suspect who she is) so. he seeks her out in Nacrene City because. who is she to do this to me. 

but between their previous interaction and this one, the dreamyard happened, white was actually kinda humbled by that and plus. bianca was scolding her to be nicer to people. so when she sees N again shes like ugh., okay. be nice. 

so they have another. conversation. about his image for the world about where pokemon have become perfect blah blah(hero of ideals at his finest) and he asks her if she agrees with him. we all know this scene. and shes like. ‘keep calm white’

so she takes a deep breath and answers no, she believes that pokemon are similar to people with all their flaws and attributes and should be accepted and loved the way they are without trying to make4 them perfec t.

and hes. taken aback,. because that was. a good response. facts. and this is the point where he becomes like, very intruged with her because wow he expected her to say some bigot stuff but that ws pretty good holy crap. so hes standing there with this dopey look on his face and white is

‘wow being nice kinda works’ she thinks, before blurting out “So are we gonna battle or…” and yes, they battle, she wins, and he sees, once again, that her pokemon love battling.

this is conflicting to him because ghetsis raised him with abused pokemon, so N has this false image of the world that all pokemon are unhappy with trainers. ok, i gotta talk to her more, he subconsiously thinks.

this post has a lot for white and N as well

this is the point where he thinks of her differently, more like wow we could be…..friends? 

hes really nervous in the ferriswheel. hes fidgeting. why am i nervous, he questions himself, its just white. 

hes actually kind of scared of her too

the point where white thinks differently of him is (sometime, idk when) shes in. big trouble like. idk what happens shes out exploring in the dark and rain or some stupid shit but the main point is, he ends up saving her life

and hes panicked after this. “Are you okay??” and hes frantic. hes genuinely concerned. and shes genuinely confused. 

“Why would you save me?” she asks him while he walks her back to the pokemon center. hes confused at first as to what kind of question that even was, she explains “I’m the one who’s actively trying to stop you. If you wanted to achieve your dreams and get rid of me that was the perfect oppertunity, so why would you save me? I thought you hated me??”

and hes a bit shocked by this. he never hated her, ever, he explains and after a few moments of kind of awkward and embrassing silence, he tells her that he finds her interesting/likes her opinions/ideas on things/wants to know her better/likes being around her SOME SHIT LIKE THIS AND SHES “./././///./……//” like wow. hes not. so bad. 

after nacrene city N always takes his hat off when he talks to her. at first white is confused by it but. her stoutland tells her it looks like its a sign of like respect and admiration and shes like oh. ok. she thinks its kinda cute that he does that

he usually blushes when hes talking to her

compare this to when hes talking to like. prof juniper. he has the most stone cold voice. hes made of metal. and then he talks to white and suddenly hes made of flower petals

hes actually pretty nice to bianca and cheren too, even though cheren is like constantly giving him the side eye. “Why is the king of team plasma hanging out with us” “Chill young man”

her pokemon LOVE N by the way. she hates that they love him so much. she thinks they like him more than her 

N is like. really cute by the way. like REALLY CUTE

hes spent most of his life alone, with just the company of pokemon(even after ghetsis found him, he was still pretty alone) so being around white is….nice….like she shows/does things hes never even heard of before. “Hey you dare me to stand on top of these two stacks of soda cans?” “,.um…why????” hes confused by half the shit she says

“Yo dude, [slang sentance].” “White, I understood all those words seperately.” 

N is actually a genius. hes super fricken smart he just doesnt pick up on things sometimes. especially meme-like jokes and humor that depends on context of a specific movie or something he’ll stand there like “?????” [meme of that lady with all the math symbols around her head]

white is actually really smart too. shes not a genius and she does reckless shit all the time but shes very sensible below all her adventurous and spontanious ways. she just likes to have fun climbing trees and hiking through caves. biggest tomboy. 

N has the brightest smile. he is the cutest cinamon roll. his eyes are a nice shade of teal and hes just lovely i love him very much. if you gave him a flower crown he would achieve perfection

when reshiram first manifests in the fight against N and white catches her N,..,. smiles…like…its a revelation that everything that happened in his life is perfect and shes perfect and everything was meant to be and hes struggling to focus on his goals and winning the battle because. its her. its always been her and he has. strong doubts at this point already but maybe shes right. and watching this glorious beautiful girl saving the world with the dragon of truth is like the most mesmerizing and amazing thing hes ever seen 

and actually, he probably just gave up towards the end of the battle because in his mind, hes already decided that she was right the whole time, and everythign he thought he knew was wrong. 

when N leaves, white has tears in her eyes. she never wanted him to go but he needed to leave. he wanted to see the world for himself and reevaluate what he thought was true. 

he gives her his hat before he leaves. something to remember him by, he tells her. she always keeps it with her from this point. its hooked onto her bag. 

N thinks he wasnt meant to be the hero of ideals but he was. he just feels bad about what he did. zekrom chose him for a reason. N ended up helping a lot of people and pokemon while he was out…experiencing the world…

N and white have the purest and deepest relationship out of. any of the pokemon ships i like. i love them. 

N DOES DO NERDY ROMANTIC THINGS when they actually get together. he gets her flowers and chocolates and literally anything that would ever make her smile he LOVES HER VERY MUCH

“I bought you a flower shop” 

fhjuhds probably not but iut sounds like something he would do

[memecucker]

would u say that al razi has a similar base line outlook as someone like confucius?

There’s some similarities for sure like in the area of how to lead an ethical life both put advocate moderation and a social theory of goodness where it is necessary to actually converse and interact with other people to develop compassion and understand what it means to be a good person. But al-Razi and Confucius are overall more different than similar imo. 

For one al-Razi wrote a lot about metaphysics and ontology which Confucius writings are fairly apathetic about. On the flip side while governance of a state is an important topic in Confucius its mostly absent with al-Razi. Afaik none of the 184 books written by al-Razi are concerned directly with the state though the topic does come up incidentally such as in his anti-religious when he says that one of the sources of religious sentiment is conformity to the demands of official state recognized clergy.

Where they differ the most in terms of basic outlook is on the topic of tradition. Confucius was no advocate of mindless conformism but loyalty and fielal piety are important concepts in Confucianism. Respectfullness and loyalty between subordiants and superiors are important concepts for Confucius as is the idea of “pattern” or repitition of ancient customs. Al-Razi had a different outlook on those things. Just as Confucius was no mindless conformist, al-Razi wasnt a mindless iconoclast but nonetheless he did seem to believe that “tradition” in itself had no value beyond transmitting the thoughts of those who had earlier exercised reason and as a matter of fact tradition could even have a corrupting influence.

 In Doubts Concerning Galen al-Razi has the following response to those medical traditionalists that thought he was being impudent in criticizing the great medical scholar Galen

It grieves me to oppose and criticize the man Galen from whose sea of knowledge I have drawn much. Indeed, he is the Master and I am the disciple. Although this reverence and appreciation will and should not prevent me from doubting, as I did, what is erroneous in his theories. I imagine and feel deeply in my heart that Galen has chosen me to undertake this task, and if he were alive, he would have congratulated me on what I am doing. I say this because Galen's aim was to seek and find the truth and bring light out of darkness. I wish indeed he were alive to read what I have published.

For al-Razi the virtue of Galen was the exercise of rational investigation by the man Galen, not the fact that it had been passed down through tradition. Galen himself wrote his works because he had gone out and investigated the world and for al-Razi if one wishes to follow Galen one must act as Galen acted (that is to say, be willing to overturn tradition) and not simply believe as Galen believed.

The scholar Abu Hatim al-Razi (unrelated, ”al-Razi”= “from Rey”. Things can get confusing) quotes al-Razi as saying the following

They [the religious] adopted this approach as a result of their being long accustomed to their religious denomination, as days bassed and it became a habit. Because theyw ere deluded by the beards of the goats, who sit in ranks in their councils, straining their throats in recounting lies, senseless myths and “so-and-so told us in the name of so-and-so”, decietfully and falsely transmitting contradictory traditions

Another quote

The Heretic [al-Razi] said: “What deluded them is only th elength of teh goats’ beards, and the whitness of the cloaks of the surrounding company: feeble-minded men, women and children. They were also affected by the length of time that passed until the religious practices became second nature and a habit.

On the topic of religion and ceremony al-Razi gets much much more hostile to the idea of tradition. It becomes a purely corrupting influence and while tradition in the area of medicine and science can serve to preserve the knowledge of past geniuses to better aid contemporary ones in overtaking them in the area of culture and religion it only serves to stultify and denigrate the exercise of reason.

The traditional descriptions of al-Razi from other scholars are interesting because he sometimes is used as the image of what the “extreme” valorization of reason over tradition is supposed to look like. People such as Ibn Sina credited al-Razi for being an original and vigorous thinker in the field of medicine and chemistry but outside of that his metaphysical theories and blasphemous comments on religion and religious society and denouncement of all supernatural and prophetic phenomena were seen as a “so open-midned his brain fell out” type of thing. 

[tamiddyinyourcity]

I'll just tack it down to him not wanting to.

A little odd to tell me a list of why he likes me, a little after the "yeaaaaaah i dont think i wanna start this up again" shit buuuut .

It was at least sweet.

So I appreciate the list nonetheless.

Reasons why I get not wanting to start again:

Having to explain that yes, the girl who said not even one donut could fit on my dick, is yet again going to be riding my dick and coming with me to social events (and vice versa, "the guy i said id never get back with is messaging me who cares")

I *did* curse out his close friend. Understandable, wasnt expecting anyone to be totally ecstatic about that. (In my honest and fair opinion, I was as mature as I could've been, with a stupid ass immature bitch, since she decided instead of blatantly getting to know me.... she could juuuust..... avoid it entirely and refuse to learn an actual image of what im like and my personal intentions? She's still immature for that, that is set in stone for me, but the good news is I don't care so much.)

His brother probably doesnt like me. (Which is valid, honestly, and no other resolution other than "then i guess youll have to get to know me yourself" is the only option for 90% of the stigmas with this shit.)

And plus he probably doesnt wanna restart something for another potential "petty blocking and tweet" fiasco if we ever broke up with eachother again.... also pretty valid.

(Communication on all parts would have solved that problem, but life isnt as simple as one wants i guess.)

Eh.

......did we reach any resolutions the other night though?

I think the only resolution was "your friend was weird for assuming the worst, instead of making it easy all around and.... simply getting to know me when given the opportunity?"

And the resolution to that was "dont worry, she confirmed shes stupid, i have no intentions of expecting sparkling Yelp reviews from someone whos idiotic like that."

(A great way to stop being paranoid about a girl, is to..... actually..... communicate with her when given the chance? Even to a reach of "she sees me as a threat" and stalking my tumblr, an easy solution would have been "alright this girl is being polite and trying to message me..... i should at least give it a chance.")

Idk, it seems odd.

To go

Hell, I've had moments of girls seeing me as a threat.

And I simply went, "She's probably just nervous, its fine. I should obviously just be nice and show her I'm definitely not."

As opposed to when a girl you think sees you as a threat, wishes to speak to you, and is actually genuine, hopes for a new girl friend and just wants her mind soothed....

It makes you look even MORE weird to get all paranoid or distancing yourself like "WHY IS SHE MESSAGING ME????? SHE MUST BE PSYCHO, SHE JUST COMPLIMENTED MY ART AND SAID HI, WHAT A FUCKING HANNIBAL LECTER ASS CRAZY BITCH!"

As opposed to any instance of a girl being paranoid ever, I do the smart thing and show her theres absolutely not shit to fear.

Which would be more suspicious:

You know a girl that may not like you, that wishes to hang out with your man a lot. You message her a friendly hey and introduce yourself, and she leaves you on read and instantly tells your boyfriend she's weirded out at basic human greetings. Or, specifically YOU talking to her... then lives in la la land, preferring to see you as a sort of enemy instead of as a girl whos had her own faults. She gives you negative vibes right off the bat this way, and does the opposite of decreasing your nerves about her.....

You know a girl that may not like you, that wishes to hang out with your man a lot. You message her a friendly hey and introduce yourself, and she responds back! You guys talk about art school, painting, cartoons, and just do some friendly idle talk. She seems like an easygoing person, and you realize you're a bit nervous for nothing. Plus, she knows you better than she potentially had falsely perceived before!

See what i mean????

The simple solution of "i dont know this girl and am not sure i trust her".... is to just talk to her?

Simple as that. I wanted to just go to a Starbucks and get a sandwich or something.

Sending her several long essay-length dissertations about her being a "stupid ass bitch" wasn't in my agenda for "make more friends, and be nice to people!"

Alright, imma simmer down.

I guess all I'll say is that everyone got nuts before, to our own extent, and no human is an angel. We are all human, and not as smart or as easy going as one would think.

....

At least we had talked.

I'll just say that.... not everything is set in stone.

I've had friendships/relationships where someone could be like "Fuck you BITCH, you're ugly and you stank" to me, and then a few hours later, we'd be making out and hooking up, totally chill.

Or I've had people that legitimately tried to ruin my life, and succeeded, still chill with me over some video games and listen to rap music together.

(But then again, those were dynamics with legitimate narcissists and psychopaths, paired with me going "fuck it, bro, i already know you get outta pocket but im not trying to bother with that right now....".... so, not all are healthy dynamics.)

I've had friendships where people got cursed out to hell and back, and still come back around to eventually go, "I'm sorry, can we try again?"

(I'm such a dumbass, I'm literally listing off toxic relationships instead of healthy ones.... yeah, i need more healthy dynamics....)

I guess what I was trying to say was... all a person needs is a blank slate.

Just going "let bygones be bygones" and having a reintroduction can make things go far, just simply working things out.

I guess thats all that *can* happen.

Not going out of my way to impress someone that cant be, itll just be a matter of "I'll live my life, and others will have to just let it be and have to respect the decisions made."

....

Thats all.

But either way, not planning to expect much.

The walk the other night was nice. Admittedly several moments of "ah shit, i cant kiss him", or "its way too soon to hold his hand", was had...

But just walking had been fine.

I'll just live life as single until someone tells me otherwise.

Nothing would be worse than trying for someone that doesnt want to be with me.

But the night was nice nonetheless.

[zotmoun]

[RANT] Naruhina vs Team 7 shipping

Not quite sure how to start a discussion using a component of a ship to go against another ship with the similar component. The “Naru” in these ships should all be of the same personality but the interaction with each member is slightly different. However it seems Anti-Hinata fans are projecting a difference in statuses.  Using this to be an anti Naruhina.

So to get started Narusaku(they call it heaven and earth lmao fuck that its more like parallulz , delusional and depression)

Parallulz

During the series everybody knew of Narusaku fandom’s desperate obession with parallulz. It seems while there is proof that Sakura resembles Kushina

there’s a ton of hatred towards Naruto being like Kushina.

Narusaku wont ever stop chasing down until Naruto has to parallel Minato because you know its desperately needs to be like Minakushi.

Im guesing since both Naruhina and Narusaku chasing down Naruto be like Minato they instantly forget what Kushina thought of Minato.

So by using this impression, could that make me an anti-minato fan even though this was what Kushina thought of him?

No but accordingly Narusaku fans think this is how to be anti-hinata

While noting”when i look at her” it seems Narusaku/anti -hinata kept ruining their own arguments because they like to say Naruto ignored her when his introduction of her is completely different. With parallulz in the ruins Narusaku fans move on to the next stage.

Delusional

Most Narusaku gained the impression by using cropped images of Naruto and Sakura makes them couple.

Ofcourse this later lead to an unhealthy obsession with Sakura’s image over her character that Narusaku fans seem to forget the big hint is SHES NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM. Nonetheless, i guess the obsession with Sakura’s image made them arguments towards Naruhina fans due to an introduction in rivalry for LOVE.

Sakura’s image became more of an impression of “anti-hinata” stance than ever.

As much as Sakura isnt in love with Naruto. Naruto has a crush on Sakura.

With this in the works Narusaku with the knowledge of Naruto’s crush and Sakura’s image only kept making fan edits while character of Sakura gets buried, many Narusaku fans have a hard time taking Sakura seriously.

While Sakura is yet to be taken seriously and with her use of dialouges Narusaku feels the third wave called depression.

Yes Narusaku fandom hits rock bottom in the saltiest ocean, however in the team 7 fandom , fans try to use Narusaku as a brotp while pushing it to be anti-hinata fraction. Im only focusing on the losers who wanted romantic suggestion and are depressed that Sakura doesnt really love Naruto.

Kicking off that Narusaku fans lead a big protest of always being obsessed with Sakura’s image only to put her down. Narusaku remains a fandom that makes themselves distant from the actual Sakura or even push in a self insert or worse, erase Sakura’s activities.

I mean this what a Narsaku fan wrote of Sakura.

“

In Road to Ninja, Sakura’s parents died as heroes in the alternate reality. At first, she seemed particularly pleased to be alone and appreciated that her parents were heroes instead of a goofy married couple. Her attitude changed very quickly and when she returned to the real world, she immediately hugged her parents in relief. “

Heck Road to Ninja where Sakura appeared to be very lively is completely written out of 80% of the plot. Narusaku fans voluntarily ignored 80% of the movie to show their constant depression while dealing with Sakura’s character.

Hell even Naruto: THE LAST , Sakura appears to very lively but get to be written and forgotten by the Narusaku fandom who claimed they are Sakura fans at heart. However they flocked to fanmade images of Sakura being sad.

man i wonder how’s that 600+ chapter of development lead to a ship which now bases its method on Sakura being sad.

Sasusaku

As much as i do love Sasusaku , there are notable fans that show disgust towards Naruhina. I dont necessarily bother with the dick measurements between Sasusaku and Naruhina fandom. matter of fact since Sasusaku and Naruhina dont really cross paths or share the same component. id not make an issue of them.

However there are Sasusaku fans who are against Hinata for breaking  team 7(again this made me laugh as this was mainly a Narusaku excuse) and there are Naruhina fans that are against Sakura for not wanting Naruto or the be exact there are Naruhina that think Sakura is hated for being useless.

Ofcourse Sakura is not useless and neither is Hinata They aren’t competing over the same guy so really its none of my concern. Each fandom has good moments and if one fandom wants to admit they are stupid by pretending to ignore those moments in order to compose a rant. then thats the case of showing that Naruhina and Sasusaku can make fans act in denial over ignoring dialouges and actions which benefited these ships.

Sasunaru( the sun and moon or id like to call worse excuse for a friendship)

Ofcourse Sasuke and Naruto are by-far the worse excuse of a friendship that its still unclear how people actually managed to whine about them online

.

Well following Team 7 rants which is anti hinata is trying subject Hinata for overlapping Sasuke’s position . Lots of SNS fans like to accuse Naruhina of stealing moments that belong to SNS trying to make Hinata look more important than Sasuke.

accordingly, SNS fans dont really take Sasuke seriously or dont ever bother reading his dialouges. However SNS fans seem to project Sasuke as someone who was more desperate of making Naruto his

HAHAHA that’s so funny Sasuke , you just dont want to tell Naruto how much you love him and great and developed your friendship is.

Nah its true we should ignore all that and spam nothing but cut off panels to show insight that Sasuke and Naruto are secretly lovers and soulmates.

Sasuke and Naruto definitely has an unbreakable bond but ofcourse its very flawed . This bond was created from a form of rivarly than getting along .

They are nothing close to what anybody even shounen jump would consider friends, they dont have any mutual or respective development cause that was never the case.

SNS fans reacted to the ending with disgust that Sasuke had met a terrible fate that Hinata has removed his importance from Naruto. Hinata has broken up team and the only way to save Sasuke from this awful fate is through DEATH.

I think DEATH is a little too far for a fandom that had to wait for 696 chapters for a small handshake.Which the fandom turned against because it wasnt a hug or anything.

[redselfships]

bts world is coming soon and i resulted in being min yoongi’s manager so here’s some quick HC about my managersona and the bois

yoongi calls her red, the other boys dont know why but the nickname stuck and so the rest of the group calls her manager red now

its a secret between the two and yoongi likes to make it a bigger deal than it has to be.

its only because of the fact that when they first met, yoongi was in all black and red was, well, in all red

the staff introducing the two at the time made a passing joke about little red riding hood

a total pisces. talks Non stop about astrology to the point where yoongi has a good idea about it even if he doesnt want the knowledge

if red is ever in a bad mood, yoongi will come up to her and ask:

“is mercury in gatorade”

he was completely serious the first time but now he asks it to lighten up her mood and make her smile

upon meeitn bts she definitely asked them for their zodiacs

calls yoongi a gremlin even though sehs a whole seven inches smaller than him.

naps all the time. she loves naps. always sleeping wehnever she can. naps with yoongi too.

sometimes she’d just drop by his Genius Lab to sit at his couch and sleep while he worked.

COFFEE RUNS. all the time.

its like. a nonverbal convo between the two now.

yoongi would just look at her and she’d nod back and theyd just quietly get up and leave

yoongi gets an americano while red sticks to a caramel macchiato or a strawberry and cream frappe. it depends on her mood.

THE BIGGEST SOPE STAN.

“can i PLEASE listen to u guys rehearse otsukare. i need it”

“I HEARD YOU GUYS DISBANDED ITS  A JOKE RIGHT”

“thanks for picking the Ugliest orange as ur main color cos its also my favorite color”

oh my god, she’d definitely burst into Genius Lab knowing hoseok was in there with yoongi like “HA i knEW YOU TWO WERE FUCKING--”

yoongi would take his headphones off and say,”were we? you shouldve told me seok, i wouldve stopped working.”

hoseok, startled and Not As used to Red’s jokes would definitely have :O look on his face. embarrased and red.

“darn it.”

predebut yoongi and new manager red though. he stressed her out more than current gi.

he was reckless.

young, had something to prove

not to mention piss poor. he worked jobs all the while trying to debut with the boys. it was an understatement to say he was overworked.

her job wasn’t as tight as it was after they debuted. she was just to make sure he did his job predebut

he’d gotten hit by a car during one of his part time jobs, fucked up his shoulder. he didnt tell big hit in fear of getting kicked out

unfortunately, red noticed something weird about him. he said he fell down the stairs but she couldn’t quite believe it.

she approached him about it. seriously. that if something happened to him it was her right to know.

eventually he tells her what happens and she promises not to tell the higher ups. she was scared of him being kicked out too (even if it was unlikely. he has Talent. it would be a shame to kick him out now.

red took him to the hospital nonetheless. kept it hush hush the best she can. had a lie ready as to why they left for the hospital in the first place.

he definitely got scolded for a lifetime. she made him promise that he tell her Everything concerning his health.

for a good while, yoongi smoked as well.

he smoked cos of the stress

he smoked to relax

he smoked out of habit.

he just. smoked.

she hated it. god she hated the stink on his clothes, the faint scent of nicotine in his hair and mouth. she’d spray him with febreeze if he didn’t get so mad about it.

red wasnt vocal about getting him to stop. she was his manager, not his mom. there was a thin and faint line between the two.

but it didn’t stop her snide remarks about how it could kill him one day.

but yoongi noticed the way she’d scrunch her nose after he’d come back from smoking outside. the way she’d get quiet or even leave the room and come back much later.

he stopped primarily because it was bad for his image as an idol. but he was able to stop because of her support.

she was there through his withdrawls and gave him endless support (along with the other members but there were still somethings that yoongi felt that he couldnt tell them. it was different with red, somehow)

he thinks maybe it was then that he started to love her but then again, it might have just been because of her constant lingering.

she got along well with the other members!!

especially jin. she and jin would often team up to tease yoongi

she defo has a video in her phone going “and they were roommates”

she was definitely confused when jin would often be quiet on camera but she later found out it was through Band PD’s wishes that he maintain a cool image.

imagine her joy when jin was freed from the ban.

namjoon is someone she really looked up to.

he was inspiring and smart and the leader that bts needed, even if he denied it.

though his earlier concept scared her, just a little.

endless trust towards him because he was a virgo hshsdhs

she likes talking to him just in general. she sucks at philosophy but likes hearing his views

hoseok!! ofc she would love hoseok

a ray of sunshine that always managed to make her excited

his aquarius sun worried her a little though

“u know hes aquarius but like....i trust him.”

MYG: “i literally have no idea what you are saying to me.”

definitely has fallen in love with this boy at least once in her life.

park jimin !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my gd. hes so Cute. she literally cannot look at him face to face because she ends up squealing and wanting to pinch his cheeks

he hated being treated as such so she kind of kept to herself.

they were kind of awkward for a bit, with red trying to keep her squealing to herelf and jimin being jimin around girls

yoongi helped break the ice though

taehyungie

GOD this odd ball she LOVED talking to him

he had a different way of looking at the world and she enjoyed his views

she got along with him well UwU

jungkook

another virgo that she trusted immediately

he was still fifteen when they met and she wanted to spoil him so badly. the kid was so shy and reserved though so she tried to not scare him so much.

they agreed on banana milk and ig that was the start of their friendship lolol

would Protect him at all costs

tried to be a big sister figure to him and waited for him to open up

overall, red defo Spoiled the maknae line. she’d often go out and buy them their fave snacks (with the promise that they’ll work hard in excercising the food out).

[allofbeercom]

Vince Gilligan on Better Call Saul: ‘We dread the future as much as the fans do’

The Breaking Bad showrunner explains how a throwaway joke created some of the worlds most compelling TV

In Better Call Saul, the Breaking Bad prequel which is shooting its fourth series, the character of the morally flexible lawyer Jimmy McGill (played by Bob Odenkirk) comes closer and closer to becoming the character we first met him as: the ethically bankrupt ambulance chaser Saul Goodman.

Co-creator Vince Gilligan, who also created Breaking Bad and was head writer for both shows, is evidently enjoying the journey but is not looking forward to the inevitable moment when McGill becomes Goodman.

Its a tragedy, he sighs. Theres no other word for it.

Guardian Australia spoke to Gilligan ahead of his headline spot at Series Mania, the global TV festival which is coming to Australia for the first time this July.

Guardian Australia: Peter Gould [Breaking Bad writer and Better Call Saul co-creator] has said in the past that the name Saul Goodman was an offhand pun riffing on its all good, man. It wasnt clear if he was joking

Vince Gilligan: Its absolutely true! The original idea for the character was that Walter White needed a consigliere, like Tom Hagan was to Michael Corleone in The Godfather. We thought, What kind of mob lawyer would Walter White deserve? and decided itd be this lime-and-orange sherbert-coloured doofus with the styrofoam columns and mullet haircut.

And, you know, sall good, maaaan [laughs].

So many of those elements which were so crucial the name of the character, the crazy office that he has really were arrived at as larks. If wed known how serious it would be later on we would have taken a lot more time.

How has the show changed since you first pitched a tight little one season semi-comedy about the Breaking Bad lawyer?

We started off the series writing about Jimmy McGill, a guy we figured would very quickly turn into Saul Goodman. And as the first season of Better Call Saul progressed we realised, Gee, theres a lot more story to tell about this guy. And as the seasons went by it dawned on us that we liked this guy better, and we started to put off the appearance of Saul Goodman.

And now we realise that we have a bit of a tragedy on our hands: this man inevitably must become Saul Goodman, but we dread the day that it will happen, because it may have a large hand in why we dont see Kim Wexler [Rhea Seehorn, playing Jimmys only real friend and love interest] around any more.

Maybe she wont like Saul Goodman that much, or maybe something terrible will happen to her. We dread the future as much as the fans do, but we have to pursue it nonetheless.

As the seasons went by it dawned on us that we liked this guy better. Photograph: Michele K.Short/AMC/Sony Pictures Television

Watching chemistry teacher Walter White transform into the drug dealing alter ego Heisenberg in Breaking Bad was a hell of a journey but theres something deeply tragic about watching bits of Jimmy just flake away, as he becomes more like Saul.

And you know what it is? Its that Walter White seemingly had very little to lose. Of course, he had everything to lose ultimately: he had a beautiful wife and a wonderful son and a healthy daughter on the way and he should have been happier, but he wasnt. And you get a different feeling with Better Call Saul, because Jimmy McGill is the guy you wanna go have a beer with; he has a lot going for him, hes a bit of a rascal but hes got a good heart.

When Walter White becomes this scary, vigorous, exciting drug dealer, his life doesnt really get better but its certainly more dramatic and interesting. Jimmy, on the other hand as he flakes away whats left calcifies into a guy that I know were going to like a whole lot less.

Michael McKean gave some extraordinary performances as Jimmys ailing and unsupportive brother Chuck McGill, turning what could have been an easy archetype of the pompous lawyer into a complex and layered character which is amazing for someone known almost exclusively as comic actor.

I couldnt agree more. The range on this gentleman is astounding.

Peter and I have this theory that if an actor can be funny and make you laugh out loud, and give a wonderful performance in doing that, its a lead pipe cinch that they can do drama. The reverse I dont believe is necessarily true.

People might not have been convinced if youd said 10 years ago, OK, were going to make these harrowing television series full of explicit violence and gut-punching emotional impact, starring the wacky dad from Malcolm in the Middle, David St Hubbins from This Is Spinal Tap and the yelling half of Mr Show with Bob and David and theyre going to be magnificent!

I love it! And it goes back to our theory, which has never let us down. Weve been blessed by having these actors that maybe most people wouldnt think to hire in dramatic roles, and we feel like we won the lottery.

When trying to marry Better Call Saul with Breaking Bad, have there been any challenges with continuity that you didnt anticipate?

Oh, thats a good question. Actually, we realised that in an episode of Breaking Bad, Jimmy mentions his second wife at a certain point to Walt a completely throwaway line written years before we ever thought thered be a spinoff. [Season three, episode four: I caught my second wife screwing my stepdad!]

Those lines make you want to go back in a time machine and kick yourself in the butt for writing them. Those moments present challenges, to say the least.

Vince Gilligan is in Australia 20-24 July for Series Mania at the Australian Centre for the Moving Image, in Melbourne

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/vince-gilligan-on-better-call-saul-we-dread-the-future-as-much-as-the-fans-do/

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This is the sona set, a set of sona and all his friends! From top pic to bottom pic: Sona gets fight trained by Galette. He's terrified of her but knows everybody respects her and he shouldnt be afraid. Her magic comes from fighting and bloodshed, and prefers melee weapons. Due to a gem from a friend, she can do some serious blood summons. Sona helps River carry bags of groceries. River makes some nice and calm conversation. He's not magic, he just knows how to use guns. May have been an assassin. He has a gem from a friend too, and it helps him be stronger than he looks. Sona has a tea party in his dreams with December and Vale, who are brothers that have dream and mind control abilities respectively. Its not really a tea party since nobody actually has tea, but its a fun time nonetheless. December has always had a gem, but nobody knows what it does exactly. Sona plays around with Violet and her favorite bunny, Alice. Violet is a rare type of demon, but she's very nice to friends and nervous people. Sona got to keep the bee toy. Violet is the provider of the power gems. Sona calms down a shapeshifter friend named Yukio, by talking about things Vale told him (yukio's crush), some shiny ribbons he saw in the store with river (Yukio loves to decorate himself with ribbons), and butterflies he saw in celesta's garden. Oh, and yukio is kind of also paint. Sentient paint! He hasn't asked for a gem yet. And lastly, Sona comforts Celesta while they sit deep in her garden, under a shady tree. He picks flowers, puts them in her hair, lets her sit and get out all the stress and sadness until she eventually falls asleep. Even if she shouts, even if she loses ahold of her plant magic and encases them both in vines, or ends up sending them both hurtling through time due to a cursed pocket watch, he just keeps on caring for her, even when she barely cares about herself. She saved Sona many times, and Sona wants to help save her from all the mental pain and strain she has and hides, and knows a sad secret nobody else knows that has to do with her. Sona got a gem from Violet as well. It gives him the power to 'steal' the powers of another, so he can use what they specify in just as well as they can for a while. He can steal powers of enhancing objects too, if it activates and the magic is flowing through them. But the catch is, he has to bite the target he steals from and draw blood. That being said, if he can get rid of his fear and anxiety over that, he's the strongest boy, having the power to do anything. But he can't stand blood. He may be half blood-drinking arachnid, but... he wasnt always like that. It doesnt even taste good to him, it only makes him sick by sight, feel and taste. In fact, hes only ever used the theiving ability to save Celesta. And i went on a tangent. And that last image was very vivid in my mind. TLDR; Sona is a good boy, loves his friends, and would go through horrible shit and maybe die horribly for Celesta.