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Love Sea Ep 1 Thoughts
Okay. I know I said my next liveblog would be She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat because it won my poll BUT I decided Iâm gonna be liveblogging Love Sea as it airs each week. And I will be liveblogging She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat later today. Or at least starting the liveblog. But liveblogging Love is the only way I think I make it through this series. I got my snacks I my got a diet coke. Pray for me watching a MAME show. Keep in mind that I am not a fan of MAME generally (and I have now finished this episode and this show is no exception. Don't get mad at me if you click the read more and don't like what I say). Under the cut as per usual:
I do like water so the water effect and sheer amount of water at the very beginning makes me extremely happy. I want more water forever.
FISH!!!!
âDive and go get itâ is not an appropriate response to dropping a pen in the water. Accept your loss.
DONâT PUSH PEOPLE OFF OF BOATS. DO NOT PUSH PEOPLE OFF OF BOATS. I DO NOT CARE. DO NOT PUSH PEOPLE OFF OF BOATS. HE IS NOT WEARING A LIFE JACKET. HE IS NOT PREPARED TO BE IN THAT WATER AT ALL. DO NOT PUSH PEOPLE OFF OF BOATS.
A nice, tranquil place being called heaven on earth makes sense. Our protagonist showing up and immediately calling it hell on earth because ???? does not make sense. Maybe see more than two feet of it before declaring it to be hell?
Calling someone that speaks a different dialect an idiot when you are on their islandâŠbold. Dumb. And bold.
Do not steal his phone. Youâre just an asshole. Youâre both assholes. But you pushed a man off of a boat so I hate you more. All the other guy has done is been uppity and snobbish. He hasnât actively endangered anyoneâs life for a laugh.
And now purposefully speaking a dialect he doesnât understand. Yes, he was an ass about it, but you knew he didnât understand and did it anyway. And now he has explicitly said he doesnât understand and youâre rubbing it in his face. You can speak a dialect he knows and understands and you both know you can and yetâŠ
Oh I got it. He behaves like a teenager. But like the kind of teenager that needs a good life resorting. Heâs a bully but no one really calls him out for it because he disguises it behind class clown behavior. He needs a swift kick in the pants considering heâs an adult thatâs behaving this way.
I dislike how these shows always portray women as incapable of talking about the hotness of these guys. Itâs not just BL. Other dramas are just as guilty if not more so. But câmon. Having women characters does not excuse your portrayal of the other women in the story as only caring about some random dudeâs hotness. Mut is hot? Not my taste but I can see why people consider him hot. But I guarantee most women on vacation, while they talk about hot guys, are also doing other things and talking about other things. Like the books they are reading on the beach. And how hot they themselves are. And the next activity theyâre doing. They arenât laser focusing on Mut. Except that the show says they are. Because they have no identities outside of a weak plot device to convince the audience of how hot Mut is. If he was really that hot, this tactic would not be needed. It would be conveyed in the rest of the show.
See how differently itâs framed for the men? Women are the ones interest in Mut, but when itâs for the men, itâs that Mut is open to them. The attraction is his. This is definitely setting the tone for the relationship thatâs being built. Cause our other lowkey asshole (Iâll learn his name eventually maybe) is a man. He is not interested in Mut. But he is apparently Mutâs type so Mut will be attracted to him. Itâs a different way of taking away agency but here it is on a character level and not removing agency from an entire gender.
They better be delivering this to me I have a feeling Iâm gonna need it.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA get em
This montage of people interacting with Mut trying to tell us what a good person and community member he is feels like such lazy writing. Incredibly lazy writing. Like makes me angry because despite her faults, I know MAME is capable of better thanâŠthat.
DID HE JUST LEFT HIMSELF INTO THE ROOM BECAUSE HE HAS A KEY. ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT.
Romance *gags* aside, this is incredibly poor customer service. He didnât knock. He didnât announce he was coming in. Iâm hoping itâs not early in the morning and that our lowkey asshole is just sleeping in. Heâs cleaning the room and going through not-his-things. HE TOOK PICTURES. Someone call the police. Or call the me. Iâll go kick his ass.
Also also also the fact that he had that key that he was supposed to give to lowkey asshole means that HE SHOULD NOT HAVE USED IT TO ENTER THE ROOM. HE SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD IT.
Okay I need a break. This scene has gone on entirely too long with just the two of them standing on talking. There needs to be some movement on the screen and the tiny amount of body movement is not cutting it. Lowkey asshole should be walking away during this conversation. That would be in character and provide the necessary movement. But as it isâŠthis whole scene feels stale and stagnant. So Iâm gonna go make some food. Maybe Iâll be less pissy about this whole scene when I come back.
Okay. I am back but I am not less pissy. Tell me, how did I manage to mess up pasta? Truly is a skill I must say. And Iâm not that bad of a cook. I swear butâŠI digress. Letâs just get back into it *grumbles*
That was the weakest punch Iâve ever seen. And I have weak little noodle arms.
Even the GL part of this is toxic. Miss secretary maâam. I have an idea. Send her all of the shit on your plate. Email her all of the shit you have to do. In the email tell her what hours you are actually available and if she cannot work with that, then thatâs unfortunate but that is her only option.
You donât call the ownerâs secretary to fix a light bulb. You call maintenance. Girl if you donât grow a spine and tell her noâŠ.
I had to mute this damn show because the music is trying to convince me this is romantic and I am not a fool. I have eyes. Also stop using flashbacks of things that happened earlier this episode. This is the first episode. We know what Mut is thinking about when staring at his hand. We were there for that scene five minutes ago.
If someone started reading what I was writing over my shoulder without being explicitly invited to, I would pour hot sauce in their eyes.
This hug makes me mad. Iâll leave it at that.
Okay. Itâs time for something I canât believe Iâve never done before! Raeâs hatred scale. Where I rank the characters on how much I hate them:
Vi - 2/10. Honestly give this girl a raise. She isnât paid enough to deal with this. I do need her to get a backbone though. Câmon my girl you can do it. You can learn to stand up for yourself. I believe in you.
Rak - 5/10. Look I learned his name! I think. Heâs lowkey an asshole but honestly he just wants to be left alone but was sent on this trip that he didnât ask for and is now being harassed by this guy that he doesnât like because his âfriendâ paid for it.
Mook - 10/10. Girl whatâs wrong with you? I hope someone slaps you in your face. Learn how to treat people.
Mut - 1000000000/10. DO NOT PUSH PEOPLE OFF OF BOATS.
#love sea#love sea the series#love sea series#if you like the show i recommend not reading this honestly#i debated even tagging it but i have some valid criticisms and i just...mame can do so much better#i normally dislike mame's characters but she at least builds the story fairly well from the beginning but this....#this was full of lazy writing and feels like a slap in the face. it feels like she wrote this very quickly just for money and like#i get it. get paid get money get that bread but when you're capable of better#using these tired and outdated plot devices is just sad#not a good look when this show is airing while shows like msi and wandee goodday are airing#cause thought and intention went into those#those shows are a labor of love#this...is a labor. there's no love here#not for the writer not for the actors not for the audience
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adore how the evil boop is *the* expression of love when booping people like yes ofc i did waste precious seconds to press that stupid button for an annoyingly long time just to send you the most useless yet most specialest, weirdly aggressive boop <3
#i am at work and itâs hard not to come on here every couple of minutes just to boop#need to get off my phone now so i actually get some work done đ#boop#tumblr#edit: in the tags it really shows who is booping on desktop and who is booping on mobile#as a mobile booper it takes dedication and effort to send an evil boop. itâs a labor or LOVE.
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I will say I get the vibe that a lot of peoples interest and support for strikers is a bit too much for a vicarious âburn it downâ thrill, rather than for the actual goals of a strike.
Like UPS has agreed to come back to the table and it is very possible they will concede to Union demands and avert a strike. And if that happens (so long as the union does not make concessions on its key demands) itâs a good thing. Itâs a victory for the laborers. It is the same ultimate conclusion that a strike would intend to produce except without the workers having to go on (not so great) strike pay for a week or two.
#I understand to an extent bc I think such a major strike would be very politically significant for the labor movement#But UPS submitting to union demands to avert a strike also accomplishes this. Maybe in a less visible way but all the same#Also on a personal note I would love to see UPS get absolutely fucked but again: strike goals are more important here
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 1
Or: a secret Admirer AU
Less than a month into the school year, and Steveâs already making use of the library. If Mrs. Click could see him now, sheâd be proudâuntil she caught sight of the blank notebook page in front of him and the lack of textbooks on the table.Â
He feels stupid; heâs hunched over his notebook, trying to make his thoughts transfer onto the page in any coherent form. But, heâs not like Eddie with his impassioned speeches and clever English papers.
Words flow through Eddie in fully-formed, concrete ideas. For Steve, itâs more of a drip. Each word has to be scaffolded onto the previous one with blood, sweat, and tears. Even then, itâs never quite right. Too abrupt, never what he was actually trying to say.
Heâs just never been good with words.
By the time he gives up, thereâs more crossed out than left written, so he gets a clean page of paper and transcribes it as best he can. Heâs left with:
      Your hair is pretty. Do you use conditioner?
Steve tears it from his notebook and lays it flat atop his table in the library, smoothing out any crinkles in the page. It feels like the start to something, sure, but thereâs more blank space on the page than words. By a lot.
He leans back over his work, adds a little wonky heart in his blue pen and signs the whole thingâ
      †your secret admirer
âthe way all the girls who leave notes in his locker do. Their notes are usually on pretty paper, written in sparkly gel pen that smells like strawberries. The iâs are sometimes dotted with little hearts heâll never admit to finding cute. And thereâs envelopes involved, and usually more than eleven measly words.
His looks like something Eddieâll toss out before opening, mistaking it for trash.
Steve grimaces. How do girls do this? Do they all take some sort of class on how to write pretty letters on pretty enough paper that boys will fall in love with them? Is that what they teach in Home Ec? He should have never let Tommy mock him into switching to shop class.
Should he ask a girl?
Under no conditions will he ever ask Carol. Sheâd have far too many uncomfortable questions and tell the whole school all of his embarrassing answers. Heâd be run out of town within days, Carol holding the sharpest pitchfork.
Steve leans back in his chair with a groan too loud for the library and fists his hands to rub tired eyes.
âAre you okay?â Steve jerks, sending his pen and paper careening to the ground in his attempt to cover the compromising words upon the page. âOh, sorry!â
Steve watches, horrified, as Chrissy Cunningham bends down to pick his supplies up off the carpet before heâs had time to scramble out of his chair. Sheâs in her cheer uniform, white zip-up Hawkins hoodie covering her arms. She looks perfect and preppy and just like all the girls whoâve ever left a note in his locker.
Sheâd be able to write something that Eddie would want to read.
âSteve?â Chrissyâs hovering over him, lips pursed, eyes big and worried. âAre you okay?â
âShit, sorry,â he replies. Sheâs got his note clutched to her chest. He curls his fingers against the urge to reach out for itâthatâll just draw her attention, and thatâs the last thing Steve wants right now. âJust got lost in my head.â
âAnything I can help with?â
He knows what sheâs going to do before it happens. Chrissyâs sweetâif thereâs a way to help, sheâll want to. So, she holds out the paper and begins to read, probably expecting an assignment she can tutor him on, and there they are: Steveâs damning words written in still-wet blue ink.
Her brow furrows as she takes an obscene amount of time mouthing out the words before she looks back up to meet his eyes. âDid someone give this to you?â
Her eyes are still big, but they look sad now, like just the thought of someone receiving the note heâd slaved over is enough to distress her. Unable to help himself, Steve snatches it from her hands and crumples it into a ball, damning words hidden in his fist.
Chrissy gasps at his abrupt movement and takes a halting step away.
âI wrote it,â he mutters, no longer able to meet her eyes.
Sheâs silent for long enough that heâd think she left, except the libraryâs quiet, and he hasnât heard her take a step. He stares at the grains of the wood in the table, empty hand rubbing against the smudged top as he waits for her to do something.
âAre youâŠâ she starts, trailing off for a moment before picking her thought back up, ââŠpicking on someone?â
Steve clenches his fist tighter, note crinkling beyond repair beneath his nails as he mutters, âno.â
Chrissyâs quiet again. Steve doesnât dare to look up, even as he hears the chair across from him pull out, the sound of her weight settling into the wood. The tableâs just so interesting. Nothing has ever been as intriguing as the little chip out of its edge, the ring on the wood where someone had let their drink condensate against all the libraryâs rules.
âWhoâs this for?â Chrissyâs voice is soft now, like heâs some sort of horse, prone to bolting when spooked. âSteve?â
Steve looks up. Her eyes arenât sad anymore; theyâre piercing.
Heâs always liked Chrissy. Sheâs the nicest girl in the school, until someone does something she doesnât like. Then, itâs all disappointed eyes, and pouty lips. Itâs like disappointing his Mom, but worse, because his Momâs never around to stare balefully at him.
The point is, Chrissyâs nice. Sheâs not like Carol. If he told her, there would be no lynch mob, or fleeing Hawkins in the dead of the night with nothing but the clothes on his back. Probably. Maybe.
Steve tries to smooth out the page, and scowls down at it when the wrinkles refuse to disappear. Itâs even worse now, words made illegible by the deep creases his fingers have pressed into the paper. Thereâs no way Eddieâd ever want a note like this.
So, he says, âMunson,â looking up to try to watch his meaning land on her face.
It doesnât. Her foreheads all scrunched up as she looks down at the note. Only then does Steve realize heâs caressing the wonky little heart. He pulls his hand back, curling his fingers in so she canât see the smudge of blue on his pointer finger.
âAnd you arenât making fun of him?â
Steve can feel his shoulders drooping. He wants to disappear into the floor, melt into the carpet and become one with all the other mysterious stains upon it. âNo.â
âOh,â Chrissy replies, drawn out and low as she peers down at the crinkled note with a confused frown. But something must click because she straightens, eyes wide beneath her bangs. âOh!â
Itâs loud enough that they both reflexively flinch. But, when no librarians come skulking around any corners, Chrissy turns back to him, gaze uncomfortably intent. Steve wonders, somewhat horrified by the turn his life has taken, if heâs about to get hate-crimed by a cheerleader half his size.
But Chrissyâs niceâalways has been, always will be. So, she bites her lip and looks furtively around like sheâs only just realized this is a conversation that shouldnât have any witnesses. âBut you like him?â she whispers.
Steve leans forward, matching her energy and pitch as he replies, âyeah,â quiet enough that itâs barely a breath. Chrissy smiles at him, warm and small, just like her hand as she reaches across the table to put it over his and squeeze comfortingly.
The note sits, damningly soiled beneath their linked hands, wrinkled, and smudged, and barely-legible handwriting. The weight thatâd lifted with Chrissyâs smile sinks back into his gut.
âBut it doesnât matter,â Steve says, letting go of her hand so he can pull the note closer to himself. âIâm no good at this stuff.â
Steve crinkles the note back up. Itâs unsalvageableâa stupid idea executed badly.
Heâs in the middle of stuffing it into the pocket of his jeans to keep his keys company until he can toss it out in the comfort of his home when Chrissy says, âmaybe I can help?â voice lilting up, like itâs a question.
Steve meets her eyes, hand still half-shoved in his pocket. Sheâs all earnest now, the way she usually is when there isnât a sad boy infecting her with his own ineptitude. Eyes shining with conviction, bangs curling sweetly around her face. Sheâs no Carol, thatâs for sure.
âHow?â he asks, and when she smiles, it looks a bit like hope.
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 âI can help you write a better letter,â Chrissy starts. He perks up like a dog the moment its owner gets home. âIf you do something for me.â
She feels like scum when he curls back into himself, gaze forlorn.
When sheâd caught sight of the note heâd spent what seemed like a full hour pouring over, this isnât what sheâd been expecting. And when sheâd finally made out his chicken scratch scrawl, sheâd been sure Steve was picking on someone, no matter how unlike him it would have been. But then his shoulders had curled in, and his ears had turned red, and his voice had gone all soft and squishy when heâd said Eddie Munsonâs name.
And sheâd just wanted to fix it.
So, even as he asks, âwhat?â all sad and droopy again, she knows sheâs going to help him, no matter what he says.
âDate me,â she asserts. Itâs only as Steve blinks stupidly at her that she realizes how that came out of her mouth. âNo, wait, not really!â
Her hands are waving around wildly and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. In contrast, Steve seems to come back into himself, shoulders shoring up as he smirks across at her with his signature raised brow. The one heâd used while leaning on Nancy Wheelerâs locker last year, or holding her books as they walked to class, and all the other assortment of stereotypical boyfriend activities.
Heâd worn it all the time, like it was part of the uniform.Â
âI just meant, we could fake it?â His right eyebrow raises to meet his left, forehead scrunching up with his incredulity. âItâs just, Jason and I broke up? And he wonât leave me alone.â
It takes all her strength to keep meeting his eyes as the seconds tick away. But then Steve nods, swings his letterman jacket off, and tosses it across at her. Unprepared for his sudden movement, it hits her in the face and drops into her lap.
âThere you go, sweetheart,â he says with a cheesy wink that somehow manages to feel more genuine than any of his actual flirting techniques. âGotta sell it somehow.â
âWhat a romantic,â she replies, deadpan, but she pulls his jacket on anyway, something that feels an awful lot like relief steadying her heart rate as she smooths down the too-long sleeves.
Jasonâs going to freak out. But after that, maybe heâll stop calling her house, and trying to put his arm around her at lunch, and trying to pick her up for school every morning. Sheâd do almost anything to get it into his thick skull that sheâs not interested.
So, here she is, hashing out the details of a secret admirer letter from Steve Harrington to Eddie Munson, of all the unlikely pairings.
âWhatâs wrong with what I wrote?â Steve whines, running his fingers through his hair until itâs all mussed up and falling into his face.
Chrissy snorts. âIt sounds like youâre telling him his hair is frizzy and dry.â
âI said it was pretty!â He throws his hands in the air before crossing them and pouting his lower lip out.
Chrissy canât help but laugh. Sheâs always liked Steve. Heâs nicer than most of his friends, and heâs easy to talk to. But this is a side sheâs never seen of him. Sheâs not sure anyone has; canât imagine Carol or Tommy seeing him put his whole heart into something and not tearing it to shreds.
âDo you use conditioner?â she asks, throwing finger quotations around it as she reads it off the crumpled page.
Steveâs blushing again, cheeks all blotchy and red, rather unbecoming for the shoo-in for this yearâs prom king. âWell, I thought you said youâd help!â he says, a little too loud for the library.
So, thatâs how she ends up spending the next hour painfully turning Steveâs earnest thoughts into words on the pretty baby blue paper sheâd carefully removed from the back of her daily planner.
In the end, theyâre left with this:
     Eddie â
      I wish I could say this to your face, but Iâve never been good with words, and youâd probably think it was a joke.
      I canât even get myself to talk to you, youâre so distracting.
      I like how pretty your hair is. How do you get your curls so shiny? I want to run my fingers through them.
      I hope this note brightens up your day. You deserve all the smiles you can get.
      Yours,
      Your Secret Admirer
Itâs not what she would write, but still, itâs leagues better than what heâd started with. She slides it across to Steve, and he smiles down at it. He reaches his hand out, fingers almost brushing the page before he pulls his hand back, curling his fingers into a fist.
âWhat if someone sees me?â he asks, voice so quiet she can barely hear him even in the resounding silence of the library.
Theyâd managed not to talk about it, the dangers of Steve liking a boy. But itâd been present in the hesitancy by which he shared each of his thoughts, looking up at her like each remark would be the last straw before she recoils in disgust.
If someone finds out that Steve has a crush on a boy, it wonât take long until heâs getting beat up between classes or heckled straight out of school. Heck, even with all the rumors floating around about him, Eddie might be the one to throw the first punch.
âDo you want me to deliver it for you?â she asks.
âYouâd do that?â he asks back, because apparently no one ever taught him not to answer a question with a question. âFor me?â
âWhat else are fake girlfriends for?â she asks because theyâre all questions now, no answers to be had between the pair of them.
Steve laughs, all tension leaving his shoulders as he throws his head back with amusement, eyes downright twinkling as he beams across at her.
âYouâre the best, Chrissy,â Steve says, smiling even brighter as she replies, âI know.â
She leaves school that night after pushing Steve Harringtonâs love note through the slats of Eddieâs locker, Steveâs letterman jacket keeping her warm from the cold.
This might be the best relationship sheâs ever had, fake or not. Eat your heart out, Jason Carver.
PART 2
Welcome to my new AU! This will be posted in 21 parts. It is complete, so there will be a new update each morning until it's all posted. I've elected not to do a tag list, but it will be added to my pinned post each day as well. If that's not your speed, it will be added to Ao3 once it's all been posted here.
Special shoutout to @queenie-ofthe-void for not only their usual fabulous beta work, but also both the original idea and the writing of some of the secret admirer letters. You not only make me a better writer, but this work literally would not exist without you. <3<3
Title of the fic from the song Eyes in the Sun by Florist
#koko's steddie secret admirer au#my fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#this has been a silly goofy wonderful labor of love I am now releasing into the wild for all of you <3#also for those of you who voted in that poll#i elected to post the batches in about 4k or less parts because that's about my own personal cap for enjoyment in reading fics on tumblr#longer than that and i have a propensity to run out of time and lose it so!#here you go
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAEDE AKAMATSU!!! she is one of my favorite characters ever of all time but yall already knew that. here she is having a nice birthday with all her friends đ because i have postgame v3 diseases
i thought it would be funny if everyone accidentally got her the exact same thing (a sweater vest) and they're all varying degrees of embarrassed/amused but kaede is just so happy and she's gonna wear all of them
#danganronpa#kaede akamatsu#shuichi saihara#kiibo#kaito momota#himiko yumeno#kirumi tojo#rantaro amami#kokichi ouma#angie yonaga#miu iruma#gonta gokuhara#ryoma hoshi#tenko chabashira#maki harukawa#korekiyo shinguji#drv3#danganronpa v3#i feel kinda bad tsumugi isnt here LOL because this is postgame but is that really obvious??? idk#i love tsumugi but postgame she is NOT attending kaede's birthday fjghfjkghk#anyway. this was a huge labor of love please enjoy#i will have another kaede soon like a sequel to this hehe
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challengers x short n' sweet
ă»â„ă»taste | tashi duncan
ă»â„ă»please please please | patrick zweig
ă»â„ă»good graces | patrick zweig
ă»â„ă»sharpest tool | tashi duncan
ă»â„ă»coincidence | patrick zweig
ă»â„ă»bed chem | art donaldson
ă»â„ă»espresso | art donaldson
ă»â„ă»dumb & poetic | tashi duncan
ă»â„ă»slim pickins | patrick zweig
ă»â„ă»juno | art donaldson
ă»â„ă»lie to girls | tashi duncan
ă»â„ă»don't smile | art donaldson
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HERE WE GO! so so so so so so so excited to have this be out for you guys. i hope you have as much fun using these as i did making them! thank you lovelies <333
slim pickins is a slight au, given art and tashi get together pretty much immediately after her injury, rather than years later
art donaldson breeding kink is a hc that has gone triple platinum in my mind. trust, if you let him make you juno, he is not passing up that chance
please. do not hesitate to ask for clarification on any scenarios/prompts. sometimes there is so much in my mind that i forget to condense it and write the actually important parts down LMFAO
have a req? drop it in my inbox or submit here!
#happenssweet#this was a labor of love#here's to many more album themed releases#happenssweet bots#happenssweet bot release#challengers#art donaldson#tashi duncan#patrick zweig#challengers bot#art donaldson bot#tashi duncan bot#patrick zweig bot#challengers x reader#art donaldson x reader#patrick zweig x reader#tashi duncan x reader#c.ai#c.ai creator#character ai#Spotify
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guys!!!! preorders for Cosmic Constant are OPEN until nov 10!!! get your canonverse klance fix from our uber talented artists and writers :]
#klance#EEEEEK IM SO PROUD YALL#its been. checks watch. eight months in the making#but its here!! for you!!!#a labor of love and a heynhay guarantee that you will love it#art#my art#voltron#vld
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@userdramas event 15: something new
something old: ramking, who i've loved for a while something new: ayluna, who i love now something borrowed: layout inspiration and something (cyan) blue! đ©”đ
#my engineer#23point5#23.5 degrees#ramking#aylinluna#rowan gifs#*showcase#tostrangers#userdramas#uservid#lextag#tuseralexa#purpleguitar#hi heres the labor of love for audience of me i was talking about#this particular niche of pairing is very special to me#and the similarities were killing me by episode two but i just knew that to effectively make my point it'd be a Whole Thing#so hopefully this does the job. despite how it turned out in places i did work very hard ><#also yes. the banana is there. no elaboration
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â Our Lady of Destiny
#the gallery#scuderia ferrari#saint ferrari#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#cl16#cs55#charlos#f1 fanart#formula 1#f1#hhngngng falls over and DIES this took. 5 hours and 13 minutes exactly#theres symbolism here if u look hard enough alright#if this flops i will cry#PLZE this is a . monumental labor of love from kacey strwbrryfire#anyways. this in celebration of my beautiful lambs' austin 1-2#a worthy cause of jubilation if u ask me
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Louis woke to the muffled sound of water. Alone in the coffin. Suspicious lack of Lestatâs heartbeat beside him. He let his eyes flutter open to the blackness and shoved at the lid until it opened.
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On the West Coast, Louis and Lestat find their home together.
#interview with the vampire#loustat#otp: all my love belongs to you#myfic#the reunion sequel is here friends#this was such an immense labor of love and i hope you all enjoy it ahhhhhh
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DAY 75: onehat
#codacheetah#isat#loop isat#siffrin isat#isat act 6 spoilers#twohat spoilers#isat spoilers#yea im tagging the onehat post twohat spoilers. watch me#..do we know what time of day it is when siffrin goes to the favor tree?#i always imagined the evening for some reason.#um so anyways. hey do you guys ever think about onehat. do you think about it#do you ever think about how siffrin never learning about loop and never getting closure with them#is just as valid of an ending as twohats. you dont have to get twohats. loop getting some catharsis isnt necessary to siffrin's narrative.#they asked to be here. they were here to help siffrin. and they did. and it ended#that's it.#i've always wondered if loop saw siffrin perform the ritual for them#i wonder if it would comfort them or not. if you ask them if they're a ghost they say yes (and no) after all#the tree is their grave.#something something from main character to stage director to sponsor to corpse#and with how arcane the prereqs for twohats are. yes you can get them naturally on a first playthrough but it's definitely not the majority#experience especially playing blind.#to give loop an ending you have to reach back in with both hands and grasp at that connection#i dont rlly know how to articulate it but it makes me feel a kind of way tbh. you only learn the prereqs (w/o guidance) by talking to loop#very frequently and paying attention to the hints they drop to you about the coin. labor of love situation#self love. siffrin reaching back for loop. We Are Getting Out Together Bitch#Is this anything i dont know that it is#idk onehat fascinates me a lot and im not even gonna touch on the onehats playthroughs where u actually do get the prereqs#i think there is a slight tendency among some fans tocharacterize loop as. more vindictive than they are? i guess?#it's easy to stare down loop's big twohats breakdown and see them bare their fangs and look into their anger#but loop's willingness to fade into nothing and leave siffrin alone shouldnt be forgotten i dont think
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young prince
#artists on tumblr#digital art#illustration#oc#art#my art#tian#HIII I DID THIS ALSO IN PROCREATE??? LEARNING#my hand is rly steady so i've never needed a line stabilizer but procreate made me feel like SHIT until i. changed the ipad angle jalsdgj#it's rly forcing me to reconsider everything re: my process lmfao once again we are Learning#anyway hi it's my baby he's 23 here so 10yrs and some change before the story starts.......#he works 3 manual labor jobs and is completely insane at this age and i love him#babies au
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You know what the scene in the school where Jack left Joke to be surprised by his father cemented in me?
That the show is more interested in specific class commentary than in the commentary that the characters themselves offer about their situations.
Which is to say...
Joke's trauma is being underwritten and turned into something funny because Jack's trauma is the serious part of the show, because Jack's trauma from poverty overrules Jack's trauma from his struggles with school and with feeling like a constant scapegoat and unworthy of being loved.
Jack is allowed every trauma, he is allowed to say that he has never dreamed and that being poor means you don't dream even when he's the one who dreamed where Joke never had a thought of his own future in his mind but that wasn't important because he wasn't poor and he wasn't trapped in that way and so it doesn't matter as much ans his lack of dreams is never commented on.
Jack leaves Joke standing in front of a class full of children with a problem he can't solve and it's played as funny, as lighthearted, as if Joke on the verge of a panic attack is something that everyone should be laughing at because his trauma isn't treated as deep or serious. His father, who is the reason for most of this trauma, is sent in to rescue him and then they resolve their relationship. And... that's that! He's invited home. It's over. None of that trauma matters anymore and it was all meant to be funny, to be a joke, to be something Jack did for him... you know, humiliate him because he's bad at school. Funny.
The show is more interested in making class commentary than it is on character commentary and that's why I'm worried that Jack won't be the one to go after Joke but that Joke will have to come back again, that Joke will have to fight for them again, that it will always be Joke fighting because the show doesn't care about Joke's trauma except to solve it as quickly and unimportantly as possible so they can focus on Jack and his neighborhood.
And I'm not saying Jack doesn't have trauma or that commenting about that is wrong or that class commentary is wrong but what I am saying is that Moonlight Chicken did it better and deeper and faced down the fact that trauma happens no matter how much money you have and that trauma might be different depending on class but it's all still trauma all the way down.
Jack has his trauma but so does Joke but the show doesn't care about Joke's trauma because they want to make a commentary on classism and class issues and that means that Joke's issues can never be as bad or as important as Jack's because he's not part of the commentary or at least he wasn't. Now he is and so his new trauma is allowed but the old things? They have to just... stop.
I am struggling with this a lot so I'm making this post to get words and thoughts out. This doesn't mean I hate the show or the characters or the creators or even that I'm not enjoying it! This is just a specific aspect of the show itself and an ongoing issue in Thai B: that has frustrated me for a while tbh because it's so often that they can only honor the trauma of one of the characters in a relationship so the other gets brushed aside (see also: Mhok of Last Twilight).
I also really think that if the show had been more invested in the specific struggles of the characters we could have gotten even more painful social commentary about Rose's trying to help that never does and Jack's struggles with failed dreams and Hoy and Tattoo being trapped where they are and Aran arriving and just so much that would have been just as interesting as The One Ring of Crime.
#no tags here#criticism#i have so many feelings#i still really love this show#no denials#but i am frustrated and worried about the last two episodes#deeply worried tbh#that joke is going to keep doing all the emotional labor#because his trauma is not being treated by the show as trauma#but rather as just... things that happened that are over now#jack has a dream that joke never did#but jack is the one who gets to talk about not having a dream
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 1
âWhy the hell are you here, Ian?â Mickeyâs tone is defeated, and his shoulders barely hold their shape. Heâs tired. Exhausted, really. Ian can see that in every line of his body, every curve of his face. Thereâs so much that Ian wants to say to him, so much he wants to scream across this phone line connecting them, but he canât. His head is a mess, in more ways than one, and no matter how fast he tries to parse through his tidal wave of emotions, he canât figure them out. He broke up with Mickey. Right? Only now, he canât really remember why. âI donât know,â Ian says honestly, and hopes itâs enough. (Itâs not.)
// s6 rewrite: what could have happened if mickey didnât go to prison
read the rest on ao3
@shamelessbigbang @whaticameherefor
#here it is#my labor of love#the first chapter of it anyway#i'm not the way i was#gallavich#sbb#shameless big bang#sbb12#my gallavich fic#my shameless fic
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This is jumping the queue bc some really cool people reblogged my last post of Corey and they escaped containment.
Updated sidestep design perpetual WIP
Sidestep days vs retribution. They're slowly reacquiring their self expression. Next book will probably be the full return of the scene/punk look
Bonus Corey sans most of their clothing to show off their tattoos under the cut. CW for healed SH scars
Yes that is Ortega's bedroom yes I half assed it. I drew this background in my car at work when it was like 110 degrees idgaf
#listen. i was a teenager in 2013. that sidestep outfit design is 99% shit i owned and wore lmao#corey is all my middle school angst condensed into one character#PLEASE zoom in theres so many tiny details in the outfits and the backgrounds i love drawing that shit#scavenger hunt: the lighting themed jewelry. the secondhand ipod anathema gifted them. the doodles on their shoes.#definitely think ortega kept some of sidesteps things after they died. they were besties#no chance sides didnt leave anything of theirs at ortega's place#ortega kept coreys ipod and battle jacket#hasnt given the battle jacket back yet though just the ipod#corey also plays guitar#themmy taught them and the rangers got them their 1st guitar as a joint xmas gift . Obv ortega held onto that too#throwing yourself into edgy aesthetics and musicianship works in place of therapy in a pinch. i would know#finally broke out of my âcant write musicâ block by projecting too hard onto corey. maybe ill post my music on here eventually idk#my art#fallen hero#fallen hero rebirth#fallen hero retribution#sidestep#corey rook#the uncanny valley look to their face wasnt deliberate but it does suit them so its fine#giant blue eyes and creepy big smile my beautiful unsettling baby#me and corey got two settings: horrendous rbf and eldritch nightmare grin#hand drawing that linkin park shirt instead of just pulling a design from the internet was a labor of love#you bet your ass corey and I are fuckin stoked about their new album#put The Emptiness Machine in their playlist immediately after finding out it exists#this character is very dear to me if that werent clear by the massive wall of tags#if you read this far thanks babes i love you <3
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Caleb loves everything Halloween, that much is very well known. A lesser known fact is that he has a deep fondness for Christmas. Maybe it's the obvious connection between the two holidays, or maybe it's because most of his wardrobe is cozy and/or winter coded. It's mid November and the wind has begun whipping icily through the primarily bare trees, the sun departs at 5pm, and Caleb's due in just a few short weeks. He knows there's no way he's making it to Christmas with his bun still in the oven. He already feels heavy and sore - practice contractions have been making unwelcome appearances the last couple of days. He knows he has to get all of his December activities out of the way now. He can't go get festive cocktails with Aiden and their friends - he'd feel so bummed to just sit at the bar, uncomfy and so, so pregnant, no fun bevvy in hand - so he and the crew are instead opting to hit up the holiday markets, which luckily opened up at the start start of the month. Jax has taken to protecting the precious bump from the crowds, Maiya has been scoping out all the cute holiday baby merch, and Aiden has been tasked with finding Caleb a hot chocolate that can give him the same vibe as the strong, black, caffeinated hot coffee he's been craving his whole pregnancy. A pretty tall order he isn't sure he can fill. Caleb has been taking in his last few moments with this big round belly, and the last days of the group headcount being four. He smells gingerbread and coffee and hot apple cider, he hears his friendsâ laughter among the sleigh bells, and he feels completely full and content for maybe the first time ever. His found family is just so close to becoming a full-fledged family. Maybe pulling through his rough start at life was worth it after all. Heâs scared; he had never anticipated becoming a parent, much less giving birth himself. The way his people came through for him though, supported him, made him feel capable. The fact that he has three people willing to do all the Christmas stuff a month early and drag his sore, round, pregnant self around while trying to make everything nice for him and everything go his way⊠Itâs just more than he could have asked for. Heâs feeling a solid future ahead of him, when just a few years ago he believed heâd be better off not in this world. He feels community. He /found/ a non-caffeinated, strong hot chocolate that gives him coffee vibes, and it even has sprinkles. Heâs okay.
#sorry I had to be wholesome with everything going on this past week#it was planned to be not as wholesomebut#actually I needed some fluffy soft romantic queer community love filled sweet stuff rn#so enjoy#I hope we all find some community rn#ily#here are the usual tags lol#pregnancy kink#birth kink#preggo kink#labor kink#belly kink#trans mpreg#mpreg#tmpreg#pregnant kink#my art#nb mpreg
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