#truly fascinating. they knew wtf was going on

[obimaulartfire]

I present to you.. Obi-wan Kenobi in a layered kimono! (Obi-wan Kimoni?? Kimonobi?)

Padme gave him a makeover :) Anyways I tried to imitate that gorgeous ink brush style from this painting for the lineart and sort of kept the coloring style

(PLEASE tap for quality!)

[decaf-mother]

Thinking about the time this girl obsessed with zodiac signs asked for my sign and I said Scorpio and her response was "Oh I can't be friends with manipulators" and blocked me.

[sadistic-kiss]

it's lore anon again! 🙆🏻‍♀️ Long time since I barged in the chef's kitchen ehehe

I've been wondering about the initial gentle treatment from Raven's first alpha encounter (Toji and Sukuna) after escaping. I recall you wrote the bards to be Megs (Toji's son, duh) and Yuji (as Sukuna's brother) and they were the first to comment that Raven's like, a different person (mostly Yuji from what I remember). I kinda wonder if one of em ever mentioned Raven was lil off to their dad/bro.

Also now that I think about it, how awkward would that be, being bosses around by a complete bitch the whole time and going "damn I hope pa doesn't bang that one". Like you're work involves you knowing your relative is gonna lay one of your clients 💀 love your writing!!

How can you barge into my kitchen when the door was already open for you 😏

So I’ll give you some background to the situation but it will be explained in more details later.

The ball that is following Raven used to watch all of the omegas for a couple of months. The alphas couldn’t decide together in which omega they wanted so they agreed to just go with dove as a last ditch effort. They didn’t really see an omega they truly wanted. That’s where the game comes in. When we play as dove we are trying to get the alphas to love us but dove in a sense is just a blank slate.

Raven was much too bitchy for their liking, only Sukuna liked her but in a way to be challenged if that makes sense. So she had like the lowest votes.

So the ball ended up following dove around until one interaction occurs between reader and Dove- within this one interaction they were able to see something was suspicious because we didn’t follow ravens mean mo. So they got curious of us and had the ball follow us and watched us do completely DIFFERENT things than they had first witnessed. Of course we as the reader/character don’t know the ball even existed but when we figure it out we are like that kind of makes sense because how would you lose and gain love points in the game when your alphas weren’t even around for it?

Needless to say within the span of us being there they watched and found us truly fascinating. Especially since we knew certain things we most certainly should not have known. Nanami was the only one against us because he felt like we were too good to be true and very suspicious of us since our attitude changed out of the blue. So he was for sure expecting us to give it out all when they arrived that is until… WE FUCKING RAN AWAY!

So then they are like wtf????!

So they watch us more. Becoming increasingly more interested in us and falling in love with our choices without us even realizing it. We were kind to people, we were strong, and we were independent and gave zero fucks, but we were also cute and shy about certain things.

And that’s how we got to where we are now ~

We just continue to blow their minds lol.

So…hmmm did I answer your question lol XD

Oh yes Megumi and Yuuji kind of do their own thing, they aren’t as close to Toji and Sukuna like you think. So it wasn’t that weird for them lol. Toji is still kind of a deadbeat in this and Sukuna isn’t the nicest to his brother but he considers it tough love 😂. But Megumi’s and Yuuji just play and enjoy music while traveling together like the cute couple they are ✨

If there’s something I didn’t answer please ask me haha I try my best to answer without spoiling too much 👌

[nereidprinc3ss]

hi! i was wondering if i could ask for some writing advice? (pls feel free to ignore this if you'd like!) so i've posted a couple of fics that have done really well, which i'm super pumped about. but now i'm scared to keep posting bc i don't want my newer fics to flop. idk if this makes sense at all or if you've gone through a similar thing before, but if you have what were ways that you tried to get out of this mindset? thanks in advance and i absolutely love your writing <3

hiiiii so i did go through a similar thing!!!! i will elaborate below

(WARNING ⚠️ most diabolical yapper of all time has access to a keyboard😰😰😰)

ok so my number one thing is that you should be writing because you truly love to do it. i see a lot of people frustrated with lack of likes or comments or reblogs etc and i do understand that but if you’re solely writing for engagement people will be able to tell and you likely won’t find the numbers you want and it won’t be worth it. like yes the big numbers are really nice but (sorry we’re going to talk about me now ik im insufferable) i was writing long ass stories that were never posted and will never see the light of day for years before i ever started posting on tumblr. i write fanfic because i love to write. i adore my silly little bf spencer reid but the actual writing part is the most important aspect to me. i wrote stories before i knew what fanfiction was, i wrote before i watched criminal minds, and i will continue to write after. that said i think the reason that fanfic works well as a medium for me is because im also really truly interested in the character of spencer reid from a writing perspective. like i wanna get all up inside his brain cause he fascinates me, and that leads to me writing him in the hopes of discovering something new about him as a character, not just cause i wanna smash (but i do wanna smash!!) and all of that is basically how i stay out of the numbers mindset

so yeah i will reiterate that the most important part of creating something that feels lasting rather than just a phase or whatever is a love for the art form and not just the desire for engagement!!!! like write for FUN!!!! you do not have to be as pretentious as me btw u can literally just write cause it sounds fun at the moment like u don’t have to have some mission of highfalutin soul quest fulfillment or something to write spencer reid fanfic quite honestly im talking out of my ass rn and this was probably entirely unhelpful BUT i never claimed to be helpful (but i still hope it helped in the slightest omg i just read it back and wtf am i talking abt im sorry ily)

[bluberimufim]

I want to sleep

Heyyyyyy I got bored so here's another snippet from "Devourer of Souls". This one was also in the poll (ages ago) - it's the "Asha character exploration" one!

taglist: @little-mouse-gardens, @wildswrites

trigger warnings: kind of suicidal ideation-adjacent, but in a way a very old immortal would be longing for their suffering to end

“You know, I told you you had talent for the frontlines.” “Asha…” The Master Healer Lady pointed a finger in her direction, telling her to shut up. Her other hand held a half-emptied glass of wine, a leftover from dinner. “I told you the Goddess of Time would want you by her side.” Asha looked to the open window, which let in the cool night breeze. Seth sat behind her desk, in the office lit only by a weak old lamp. It must have already been in the building when they’d set up the hospital. “The Goddess of Time has no interest in me.” “Your magic is fascinating!” Asha exclaimed, throwing herself into a chair across from Seth. “I spent the whole afternoon looking at records I have of past healers and I found nothing like it. How do you do it? Seth shrugged. She didn’t like talking about it. “I don’t know. I was never able to heal people the correct way.” She decided to leave the explanation at that. Her thoughts on her own soul and its incompatibility with the rest of the world were for Theo’s ears only. “Mmmmm. I see.” Asha fell silent, fidgeting with her hands, which she’d laid on her chest. She drank the rest of her wineglass and set it down on the table, right beside the bottle. Seth’s own glass remained almost untouched. “You’re dying, aren’t you?” Seth asked. She said it as if it was simply a fact. Something obvious, and not a question with such weight. Asha nodded. A light smile spread across her face. “You’ve noticed too?” “I can see it.” “I think Dora knows as well.” “I can… heal you. If you like.” Asha spread her arms over the table. Her face was near where Seth’s hands lay. She could say that she’d talked to Asha many times, but never like this. Because the person she’d been with hadn’t really been Asha: it was the Master Healer Lady of the eastern hospital. Only in that dimly lit office, for the first time, did she truly see her. “Let it be.” “It’s nothing to me. I don’t even have to use my own soul.” “No. I feel like I’m reaching my limit. I prefer to leave things as they are.” “But…” “Dora has already told you her plans for when I die, right?” Seth let herself sink into the chair, with a sigh. “Yes.” “Then you know how we’re both tired. You know she’s the last thing keeping me here. I give her my soul because it’s what I want to do. It’s how I choose to show her my love and devotion.” Asha paused and straightened her spine. She placed her chin into her hand, looking at her distorted reflection on the wine bottle’s surface, with a melancholic expression on her face. “You’re the only person I knew that’s still alive, you know? All the other healers I met over the years. All the friends I made. A few girlfriends as well. All dead.” She sighed. “You know… for the standards of a normal person, I’m not even that old. But I can’t help but think that the Goddess of Time has cursed me with a horribly long life. It’s very lonely, living like this." Seth couldn’t reply. “The only people I know now are these healers,” Asha continued. “They’re all younger than me and I know that they’re all going to die. And, if they don’t die, they’ll suffer the same fate as me. The only people I can talk to are you three." She pushed her chair away, its leg catching on the soft carpet, and went to the window. “I love Dora. At least like this, I can dedicate the rest of my life to her and, when it’s over, we’ll head together into death. We’re both so, so tired of prolonging the inevitable. I want to sleep."

Cannot believe Asha was a throwaway character I made up for the prologue. Look where she ended up. Wtf.

[crow-in-a-teapot]

zach sang hozier interview musings

ngl I was worried at the start with Zach pronouncing Andrew’s name wrong and then the question about nature, like it all started off vaguely awkwardly and I was wondering if he actually knew much about Hozier/listened to much, which obviously doesn’t matter in most interviews but I feel like it’s awkward as hell if it’s an hour long interview. But it so picked up around the middle - while watching I had sped it up a bit while there were very short and general questions and answers, but then started watching it in normal speed again when they started having the really interesting back-and-forth about how different it is to have a song between two people, and then have the audience change to thousands, like having such an intimate form of communication between two people suddenly be open to so many. Especially with the context of Francesca, of adding an extra layer to a song not just to make it more meaningful, but to create a sense of distance between yourself and the song so it’s not a direct glimpse into your life, being able to hold the song at an arm’s distance by saying it’s about a myth or historical character. That was just so fascinating.

And then that conversation leading into one about social and political issues. The mention of BS jobs by David Graeber was such a jumpscare because I remember watching a Philosophytube video essay on it, I love crossovers like that. I also think that the way they talked about Take Me to Church was more insightful than in (maybe the more short-form) interviews you most often see, the insight that it blew up on Reddit, how the creation actually worked, stuff like that. I also liked his acknowledgement or maybe realisation that the way that it blew up was truly so out of nowhere - seeing songwriters in LA working nine to five and having this work ethic that maybe Hozier never had to learn or develop, because the first song he EVER RELEASED blew up like that. It kind of gives more insight into his work process, you are not going to be putting out albums every two minutes if that’s not what you were ever used to, if you didn’t necessarily need to throw things at a wall and see if they stick, if you never needed to prioritise quantity over quality (obviously this isn’t brushing away all the work that DOES go into his music).

I like the comment about working with MEDUZA being him ‘lending his voice’. When Andrew mentioned preferring just using his voice when producing, because he isn’t necessarily the best at instruments (I’d disagree but I’m not a musician idk what he’s on) but then the layered vocals end up staying in finished versions of the track, which explains a lot of the choral stuff going on in his songs. I also appreciate Zach for pointing out that ‘you might be the only person who CAN do that..’ just casually replacing instruments with his voice because he doesn’t have an instrument on him.

- Shoutout to that weird image of Beelzebub chewing on Judas.

- Mentions of and an explanation of future song ‘To Someone From a Warm Climate’??

- Hozier saying he’s not as scared of collaborating with people anymore!!

- WTF UNKNOWN IS OUT TOMORROW?? OH MY GOD. OH.... MY GOD

[miyuhpapayuh]

As I continued, his face changed, it was exactly how it looked as if he was in the stalls listening to a beautiful violin solo. His ecstatic countenance was truly a thing to behold, mixed in with his low moans and erratic bursting laugh it was almost too much and I wanted more. I broke the spell to suggest a more vigorous activity to which he heartily agreed. He reached into the drawer of his bedside table to pulled out a fresh tin of crème. His eyebrows shot up at the implication, that it was not the same tin I had found three year previous. Again my cheeks went dark and I gave him a coy smile. I watched in fascination as he prepared himself for me, greasing him up, then myself. He hungrily thrust into me with no compunction. We both gasped at the sudden tightness as he soon found an agreeable rhythm. After sometime it seems, our joint climax was imminent, and we both came with not a small bit of gusto. Holmes exited me with a small murmur of thanks, which touched my heart know he truly had one of his own. For an hour, we lay there talking of his three years away, how he was going to make himself known to me with a shout, but held back because he knew how dangerous it would be for me if he still lived. With all the rush of his tale and the fact that we had “sleep together”, made me be brazen with my emotions and I told him with feeling, stern and true, “I love you Sherlock Holmes.”

“Elementary”, said he.

wtf is this?

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 72: Tarnish (Henry POV)

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

I suddenly can’t find her, and I realize where I have to go. Trent.

This is what I get for listening to my manager. She suggested that I meet with Lara Winters regarding my Warhammer dreams. I’d actually played with her online, but I didn’t know she was DecheLaran. Blending the names of a heroic and an evil Warhammer character with her own fascinated me. And when my manager gave me a chance to meet her?

I should have told her! I should have told her!

But did I have to meet for tea?

It is sociable, I told myself. But as our conversation evolved, it felt like blind date. And I didn’t mention my romantic life at all. Lara didn’t either, but she kept suggesting we meet again since we had similar interests, especially in gaming.

Did I have to put us in a quiet corner? Did I? Why?

And I knew deep down when my love caught Lara and me. She smiled even though I saw a sad shine in her eyes. And when she returned to her table and resumed her day with her friends, my heart sank. She was composed and of grace, making me feel so far from my line that I lost my appetite. I heard her laugh, and it stood out, like mine must have stood.

What am I doing and why?

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” I tell her.

“I know they are steering from the Witcher books even more, but—”

“I just can’t.”

She sighs. “I know.”

“You understand?”

“Of course, I do,” she puts her arms around me. “I’m a writer. I would be very upset if someone did that to something I’d written, especially if many people had read it and liked it. You are a reader, a lover of stories, so you would take it equally as badly. The only reason they are doing it is because the author is not there to fight for his story.”

I hug her. “Thank you.”

I was getting asked by those of my station what I was thinking. Because she lived in Brixton, everyone thought she and I were over, though no statement had been made, and I forbade my personal life to be a subject of discussion in interviews. In Cov-Id no one really knew or cared, everyone assumed, and they all probably thought she—no, we--wouldn’t have made it so long.

When I met with the Dwayne, I saw his look of WTF? when he saw her. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave a small smile. She busied herself playing with his children who loved her energy, and made nice with his wife. When we sat for lunch, she was a little quieter than usual, and I spotted her glancing around the table. I put my arm around her, and she smiled gratefully. Dwayne’s eyebrow quirked, and his wife put her hand on his, offering a gentle smile.

And then after being crushed by the media and my fans, I was upset, and I wasn’t sure what to do as she looked saddened. I didn’t know if I should comfort her or if I should tell her to buck up, because this is how it really is, she had to know. They researched her-her humble beginnings, downplayed her triumphs that I knew of personally, which is impressive when she essentially was classified a commoner, and an American one at that. My mother supported my choice, liked her. My brothers only asked if I was happy, and their wives the same. She loved children, so my nephews and nieces liked her, too, though admittedly were intrigued by the difference of her features. My niece asked if she could touch her hair, and I thought I’d die, but she simply bowed her head and let her, and then asked her to open her eyes wide so she could see how blue they were. “You and I are earth and sky. Your eyes are like the sky, mine are like the trees, but we’re still in the same world.”

Talks were going on in every facet of my life and now, now, the one talk I didn’t have to have, I may have to have. I wasn’t even sure I had to have it, but now my half truth got me in trouble. It did not look like a business luncheon, and I knew it. I was attracted to Lara, but was I willing to give up someone who truly loved me for a possibility? I’d done it before.

But then I remember when I kissed that model, or she kissed me, or however it went. And the hurt in her eyes…I close my eyes against the memory.

“You must try and do better than that, Henry, please?” she sniffed in the shower that day.

I will do better, I told her silently. I will either be worthy to stay or I will leave, and I cannot. I took a deep breath and exhaled, shaking slightly. “Alright.”

So vulnerable…

“Henry?” She looks surprised to see me. “What are you doing here?”

“I have been looking for you.”

“You could have called.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Hmmm.” She moves toward the stables, and I follow. It is just us and the horses.

I exhale heavily, and when we get in front of Luc’s stall, she turns to me.

“Level with me, Henry.” Her eyes are already glassy with tears. “Level with me?”

I say nothing.

She bites her lip and literally snorts as she gets the blanket and saddle. “That was your business luncheon?”

“Yes—” I am pushed back as I try to help, but she pushes me back with her body, and then resumes her task.

“You seem like…old friends.” She hurls the saddle over, and begins dealing with buckles and clasps, patting Luc reassuring for every one. Luc looks at me, and I sigh. Even the horse knows something is wrong.

“I play with her on Warhammer, but I didn’t realize it was her.”

“Ah, a shared interest…or passion?” She checks the bit and lead.

Those last two words held hurt and accusation. I didn’t know what to say to that.

“My manager suggested—”

“Ah.”

I exhale heavily.

“She is a fine match for you, Henry,” she says softly. “The timing of this is impeccable for anyone who has expectations.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Expectations?”

“Let’s face it, the websites and such do not exactly approve of me,” she said with a tilt of her chin. “Do you like her?” She was starting to twist the ring I gave her as if she was going to remove it.

I step back reflexively. “She’s an interesting person.”

She stops twisting the ring and folds her hands. “Like I was?”

“No, different.”

“Different?” Her voice is thick with emotion as she clenches her hand over the other.

“I—”

She reaches into her pocket and hands me the key to my flat. “You don’t know what you want, who you want.”

“I—”

“I love you,” she says in a whisper, a stray tear falling. “but I will not compete for you. Fighting to stay together is one thing, but fighting to keep you, I won’t do.”

I whisper her name. “Please, don’t—”

“I will keep wearing the ring,” she nods. “the press has seen it, and I will not indicate your indecision or indiscretion or whatever it is.”

I flinch. That was a literal slap in the face, but I deserve it. I should end it, I think, but the idea of her leaving didn’t sit right and I wish I knew why. Was it guilt? Was it regret? Was it love? Either way, she was being aloof and for once, I cannot read her.

She sniffs, but maintains composure. “I would appreciate if we could still go to the party, and we can decide about the holidays then.”

“I am leaving—”

“For the press junket, I know,” she smiles sadly, licks her lips. “Is she going with you?”

“No!” I couldn’t believe she asked that.

“Good,” she nods. “Gives us time and space alone to think.” She kisses my cheek, and says hoarsely, “Safe travels.”

“We’re not done—”

“Oh, yes, we are,” She swings up on Luc. “For now.”

“Damn it!” I scramble to my horse at Trent, put on the bit and swing up.

“Mr. Cavill—” John sees me leading her out. “your saddle?”

“No time!”

“Sir--!”

She is lightning on that beast!

I swing up on mine and chase her, but she is just a sack of potatoes on Luc, and when she leans into him, she looks even smaller. They ‘re on the trail in a flash.

“Yah!” I take off, but she is just too fast, and with the wind at her back, she doesn’t look real. I slow, realizing I can’t catch her.

“Go home, Henry!” She throws over her shoulder. “go home.”

“Hey!” Finn runs out, seeing her speed, and looks at me. “What happened?”

I trot my horse in, shaking my head, and dismount near the stables.

“Hold on,” Finn swings me around. “What did you do?”

We lock eyes and I realize he’s ready to fight. “Stay out of it, Finn. I mean it. Stay out of it.”

“I’ll take the horse, sir,” John rushes over and takes the lead. His look is one of anger, but not enough to be disrespectful.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Cavill,” Finn growls. “If you hurt her, you will be squaring with me.”

I nod, and see her in the distance. She looks so alone all of a sudden as she trots on the path, disappearing among the trees.

I don’t know how long I stood there. Honestly, I never felt so alone.

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[winterlyndow]

dear winterlyn, i just want to say that i am hopelessly and utterly in love with taa/tgd and everything about it! i've left a few comments on ao3 and am truly awed that you've replied so thoughtfully and thoroughly to each one. but as a new reader who has devoured taa and tgd in one fell swoop, i had some general, non chapter-specific comments i didn't know where to place that i thought to leave here.

despite being an arya fan who reads arya-centric fics, i really am not a fan at all of stories that characterize her to a point of indulgence (e.g. queen, ridiculously skilled warrior/fighter, beautiful, all the boys in love with her, etc.). and yet you use many of these same elements while somehow still preserving the essence of her character, and i have become so entirely enchanted by your writing and all its plots and sub-plots regardless.

you truly have a gift for writing the loveliest characters and relationships. of course i love arya, the protagonist and heroine, for obvious reasons. jaime i particularly love as well. but i have never particularly liked original characters in fanfic, and yet you've somehow managed to bewitch me with the handsome man, the bear, and of course sweet little rickon. in fact those three have strangely become my favorite characters, no less. the hot-and-cold hm who i have come to begrudgingly love for all his petty jealously and capricious, chaotic energy; the bear who i simply love unrepentantly and wholeheartedly for being the sweetest and most huggable teddy bear of a trained assassin; and precocious yet shrewd rickon who i adore with all his clever, perfect quips and teeth jewelry and bone-braided hair (no he doesn't speak to the gods lol, the gods speak to HIM).

even the rat i am intrigued by in spite of my dislike, though i can't quite pin down (straight-laced in that his first loyalties seem to be to the order, but that even hm is made ill at ease by his cold af dismissal of any ties to arya is somewhat foreboding, though he's also not completely unfeeling given his seemingly genuine affection for the bear). i even had a fondness for less prominent ocs before their deaths (rip olive, staaviros, will).

out of everyone, i think the bear may be my fave. seriously, if you hurt him i will never ever forgive you.

i am also particularly intrigued by the prophecies and visions you employ. some of them seem clear enough (howland "stealing" jon from arya as a brother and the yet-unclaimed viserion swallowing ghost as metaphors for jon's parentage), but others seem to be something of a chekov's gun looming over the story that i can't help but dread (gendry's supposed eventual betrayal agh!).

and i haven't forgotten all the little mysterious sub-plots: the biro assassination, the fm and iron bank alliance, the origin of the fm deal with varys and illyrio, littlefinger and sansa, etc. i am fascinated every time you give a tiny glimpse into these other worlds, whether it is the conversation between km and the sealord or sansa in the vale.

(but seriously, wtf was going on with the biro assassination? ok i might be crazy but was km the one to put the hit on helllind because he knew mattine would trade her life and face for biro's death due to her believing the sealord's lies, which would then let the sealord marry vorena, which was the foremost deal between km and the sealord??? but then why didn't the sealord just put a hit on biro himself???)

anyway, this is by far the most i've ever written in response to any fic, and the most i've written in a long time that is not work or school-related. there are many more thoughts (and questions!) i have about taa/tgd, but i'll end this excessive ramble by expressing my love for jaqen/arya and my crushing desire that they reunite soon.

cheers! <3

I can't express to you how much this means to me. So much time and effort has gone into writing this that it's so gratifying to know someone out there appreciates what I've done and enjoys it.

As for the Biro/Sealord/KM plot, I think the Sealord wanted a few more degrees of separation between himself and Biro's death so his reputation would remain intact and he wouldn't come under suspicion. Vorena enabled the plot and was behind taking out Hellind, and she had an obstensible motive for Hellind's death (Biro being in love with Hellind) that sounds reasonable even if the real motive was the part her death would play in the ultimate plot.

Thank you so much for this message--it has really brought a smile to my face. I have *just* posted ch 60, and I implore you to remember what i've alluded to here and there--this is the "Empire Strikes Back" of my trilogy, so there may be some unpleasant darkness before we reach the ultimate conclusion in part 3. ;)

WD

[readtilyoudie]

JANUARY 2024 READS

I wanted to do something different this year with the wrap-ups. I'm not great at getting reviews out, but like, what if I picked five books each month that I felt strongly about and comment on them? So let's see if I stick with it.

Acceptance by Jeff VanderMeer. Are you allowed to like a series when you have also been confused by said series the entire time? I mean, it's a fascinating one for sure. And this book was supposed to be the end but apparently he's writing a fourth book even though this was a great wrap-up and had answers (answers being a loose term here cause wtf did i just read). I liked my little grumpy gay lighthouse keeper. Sad to lose him. Also? I never see this book or series mentioned as queer but here we are. I would rec this book to those who like biology horror and scifi, but if you ain't down with the plant and body horror then it's gonna get cringey.

The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. THIS BOOK. I knew I was going to like it because I like Oscar Wilde, but WOW. I was truly just not prepared for the level of queer energy I received. "He is all of my art to me now." How has tumblr not just gone RABID over this quote? Like, I want this on my wall, on my body, it has embedded itself in my soul, I have never read anything more romantic in my life. But the actual book itself? Kinda ... anticlimactic. Like we hear a lot about what's going on but it doesn't show and it skips time a lot so we don't really get to see much of people around him aging. I would've liked a much more drawn out version better. Also? Dorian Grey is the WORLD'S WORST CRIMINAL and I don't mean from a devious standpoint, but like, from a brain standpoint. All this time you've been young and yet you're keeping up with the stupidity of youth. Okay. Overall I loved it but it could've been better. But this is also coming from someone in a time the book wasn't written for so take it how you will.

Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk. This was a reread for me. Part of my goal is to read the books I own this year and clear up some shelf space and while I enjoyed this book in my youth, my older self said Um No. It's just Too Much for me too handle. Then again, this was never one I was overly in love with.

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. I knew I wasn't getting rid of this one but I got to listen to it as an audiobook for the first time, which was fun. This remains one of my all-time favorite books, fucked-up-ness and all. It's a shame the rest of the series didn't carry the same energy for me but this one is my ride-or-die. I want to get a bunch of copies of it like I did for Howl's Moving Castle.

Jujutsu Kaisen V17 by Gege Akutami. I'm so lost at this point. This is why I don't read much shonen. What is even happening anymore, who are these people. But also, Mai's new look? Let's go, Lesbians! Hot damn!

[lunarmote]

Week 6.5-7: Tokyo

The following I wrote about a week after this trip but am only submitting this now as I have a backlog of drafts:

This week I had a couple of extremely profound, changing, moving experiences.

To start with week 6.5, I met up with a close friend in Tokyo.

Tokyo - Shinjuku, Akihabara, Harajuku

What I really appreciate about her to enable our experiences together is that I never feel any kind of judgment for my weird ideas (anyway, they’re not my own - our weird ideas are pooled) - not that something is off-limits, a kind of youthful humility that we don’t know what is going on and we’re just going to go to this place and experience it, and that’s what enables us to have such fun adventures whenever we meet up, which is not often. 

We stayed at a capsule hotel in Shinjuku. On Friday night we explored the surrounding area and went to Kabukicho (the red-light district), Omoide Yokocho, and Don Quijote “Donki” the department store.

Above: Vegan gyoza!

At Omoide Yokocho we took a bunch of aesthetic photos and spent time fussing over the auto-contrast on our phones. Most of the restaurants/stalls were closing, but we got to see a couple of customers finishing up.

At Kabukicho, we saw a non-shortage of people being drunk. Some businessmen in suits, staggering wildly, clutching their briefcases in hand. Some American tourists yelling loudly at their friends to help them prop up their blackout drunk friend. A lot of tourists who weren’t drunk were whispering and we added to their whispers, taking in all the sights with bewilderment and interest. We saw an advertisement for botched plastic surgery, which was very wtf, but we couldn’t find where it was at.

A couple of guys approached us and said things we couldn’t understand. We half-stumbled, half-ran away, laughing.

On Saturday, we visited teamLab Tokyo, Vegan Ramen UZU, and Harajuku, and then Akihabara, where we spent a lot of time debating whether or not to visit a maid cafe and host club. 

What a liberating experience to be in a place where you are spared of the assurance that you understand how the world is supposed to work. Because neither of spoke the language and knew the area and were familiar with the protocol of doing things, nothing was off limits.

To be in a foreign country at night, and Tokyo at night, truly felt like time had stopped and we had the night to ourselves.

It has made me more aware that the way you experience a place really depends on the people you’re with. I have met some fascinating people here but naturally, it is not the same as being around someone you know well. There are still barriers in place with newer people. There is a certain politeness that you must meet, pleasantries you have to exchange, and you are not really sure where other people’s boundaries are.

To rephrase the last part because “boundaries,” is such a heavy word... it is not that you are necessarily prodding and testing the tolerance of other people. You don’t know what level of interaction some people are looking for, what jokes go well, what level of personal details one is willing to share. This process of discovery can be exhausting and I wasn’t really aware of how exhausting it was for me until this Tokyo trip.

I could just be myself for a couple of nights and it was a much-needed break.

[trueshellz]

@regs09

I hope this is okay! I tried to show her as helpful as possible but a little sparky too. They're not all the same length but I tried to use different scenarios too.

Kuroo

The first time he saw you, you were surrounded by 2nd years pestering you for your phone number and he truly felt sorry for those guys. You couldn’t have had a bigger ‘fuck off’ face even if you tried. As he walked over, he was getting ready to set them straight when he overheard you.

“If you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds, I will rearrange your face.”

He’d never seen boys run away apologising so fast in his life, his signature laugh being heard by everyone, even Kenma gave him a WTF look as they walked together down the corridor.

“Oya? You seemed to have put them right in their place.”

Still annoyed at the situation, you whirled around and glared at him, hands placed on your hips. You knew Kuroo Tetsuro, everyone knew Kuroo Tetsuro. Third year, Nekoma volleyball captain, signature smile and absolute flirt.

“You wanna go as well, pretty boy?” You huffed as he held his hands up in mock surrender, grin wide across his face.

“Woah there, sparky. I was coming over to help you.”

Hiking your bag up your shoulder, you purposely walked between him and Kenma. “I didn’t need your help.”

The second time he saw you, he was grabbing a book from the library and he saw you sat with one of the 1st year girls. Exam week was around the corner so the library was busier than usual, he could see some of his teammates in the back too, knowing full well if they failed exams they could be pulled from the upcoming games.

He could see the girl was stressed out from the way she was flailing her arms, her face red as she pointed at her books. He saw you smile as you leaned over, pointing to something before taking out a mini whiteboard and pen from you bag. You giggled as she held her arms up in the air, she must have got the answer right. He was momentarily stunned by your change in demeanor and he could feel himself smile as you clapped for your student.

When you were dating, Kuroo was more than aware of how people perceived you. He had the same issue to some extent, being perceived as a harsh captain with a scheming personality meant some students were often scared to approach him. But when you were alone, you would often curl up to him on the sofa and often acted cute in front of him especially when he came home after a game to help cheer him up. Packing bento boxes for his lunches with cute cut out fruit and animal shaped onigiri and leaving cute notes in his bags and books.

You would always come near the end of Nekoma practice matches with drinks or healthy snacks for his team, who loved you for this reason. Yamamoto more so than the rest, a huge flirt who tried to hug attack you every time only to get yelled at by your boyfriend and given clean up duties as punishment.

"Tetsu, he just wants a hug."

He mock pouted as he looked at you, his lip stuck out almost comically. "Those hugs are mine, he can't have any."

The manager and you got along well too, you would help them by sweeping up after the boys or tidying away the equipment. A few times you helped Lev out when he tore his uniform falling over or tripping on his long legs as he got used to playing volleyball. He would feel so bad too, looking at you like a lost puppy as you sewed up his hem or patched a hole he had in his shorts or t shirt. The one time he managed to rip the stitching of his t shirt up to his arm pit when he skidded across the floor trying to save the ball. Needless to say, it didn't end well and you were glad you had taken to carrying a sewing kit with you when you went to watch them practice.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Lev. Don't worry about it."

Kuroo knew the saying: Don't judge a book by it's cover, but he didn't realise how true it was until he met you. He could have missed out on one of the best people in his life.

Bokuto

Bokuto was known for having a cheery outlook on life, yes he had his emo moments but it took a lot to get him down generally. But you always baffled him, whenever he saw you it seemed as though you were angry or annoyed. In class, no matter the task or who you worked with, you looked fed up. After school when you were walking home, you seemed frustrated. At lunchtime, you sat with friends but you seemed like you'd had enough. You were a conundrum to him.

After school one day, he was walking towards the local shop to grab some snacks and he saw you crouching on the ground, your face was a mixture of awe and sadness as you looked at a box on the ground. As he neared you, he could hear small whines and the scratching against the box and when he peered over your shoulder he could see some puppies in the box.

"Someone left them here alone?"

You jumped as you heard his voice, looking up to see him standing over you, he had his bag slung on his shoulder and was still dressed in his volleyball gear. You'd seen him around school, he sat on the opposite side of the classroom to you so you never worked together. You knew he was the captain of the school's volleyball team but didn't know much else about him.

"Yeah, it's so cruel. They're only babies too."

And that was how you two became started friends and eventually dating, bonding over your love for animals and disdain for the situation. He accompanied you to the local animal shelter where you dropped the puppies off, not being able to take them home. He was enthralled by your change in demeanor, you would always smile at him and act a lot more animated. You would help Akaashi get him out of his funk when he had a bad day or one of his moves didn't go to plan. He had taken to buying you the famous octopus plushie too and would use it to gauge your mood, you found it hilarious. If you were sad or angry, he would come bearing snacks or gifts and if you were happy, he knew he was able to hug attack you and smother you in kisses.

Attending every game, you would always dress in his team number and cheer the loudest for him. After school, you would help him unwind, either spending time giving him a massage or just cuddling on the sofa together. You would lay on him, arms and legs intertwined as you watched television or playing with hair as his head was in your lap. Even going as far to sometimes climb into the front of his hoodie so you would be skin to skin with him. You loved the feel of his heartbeat against your ears and his breathing would calm you. You spent more time in his lap, head buried in his neck than sat alone as you lived feeling his body heat against you. Thankfully, Koutaro didn't mind, he loved the attention and having you close to him.

Who knew such a angry little bean would become such a cute little sloth?

Osamu

Every weekend like clockwork at lunchtime, you would walk in and order 2 meals. One to eat at the time and one to pick up at the end of your meal and take away. You always sat in the corner by yourself, flicking through your phone. You weren't rude or anything, but you had an aura of 'leave me alone' or else which usually kept people away from you. As Osamu watched, he couldn't help but wonder about you and your background.

He tried talking to you first, but apart from polite conversation you didn't seem to want to talk to him. He tried broaching lots of subjects but you just gave minimal answers. He was quite frustrated to say the least, Atsumu didn't help with his idea either. They just seemed to be annoying or potentially harassing, neither a great choice.

It was the end of the day when he was packing away, you had just left the restaurant and Osamu was packing all the left over food in boxes to give to the homeless people around the restaurant. He didn't like wasting food, not being one to be ungrateful and decided early on to donate it to those who were less fortunate. Carrying the snack packs, he started his usual journey down the roads and handing his packages out to anyone who was in need.

As he rounded the corner, he saw you leaning down speaking to an elderly lady who had a small child. She looked tired, her cheeks red from exhaustion and cold, the child looking equally cold in this weather too. They had been selling fruit from what he could see and he stared in fascination as you not only bought their remaining stock but gave them the second meal you bought that day.

"No, no. You always do this. It's not fair, we'll exchange. You give me food for my fruit."

"Auntie, no. You know very well that I don't expect payment for this. Its a gift. Take the food, go home and eat. Use the money for your daughter."

Nearing to you, he bowed quickly before leaning down and handing the child some onigiri. She smiled up at him, all toothy and he felt his heart warm up seeing her munch away at the rice ball. Looking at you, he could see the broad smile on your face as you bantered with the woman, seeing you like this was such a contrast to your usual stoic attitude.

This routine continued for a few weeks, eventually you would help Osamu out with his packing. Carrying some of the lighter packages to hand out to everyone, your conversation becoming more and more in depth the more you spoke to one another. You had more in common than you thought, including your selflessness you both had similar taste in music and movies.

One thing led to another and soon you found yourself dating, Osamu didn't realise how cute you were in real life until you moved in together. He remembered how shocked he was when you bought matching Pikachu onesies to wear and would take lots of selfies with him. His phone was full of cute pictures that he got during the day with little messages and lovey dovey quotes. The apartment was full of couple things like matching slippers and the progression of your relationship through little mementos strewn across the wall.

You would spend any spare time you had at his shop helping him, or trying to as you seemed to get distracted by how pretty your boyfriend was. Or you would come behind him and attach yourself in a backhug, Osamu wouldn't be able to get much done with a limpet attached so you compromised on a only doing that when he had a break.

What started as a fascination ended up being one of the biggest surprises of his life and he couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

[dangitdespair]

can u ... maybe do monokuma and the mastermind's reaction to a student being scared of a thunderstorm and asking to cuddle a monokuma robot thingy to help fall asleep,, ive been thinking about this for d a y s

Warning: this contains major spoilers for all three games! This is about the masterminds! If you have not yet finished all three games, please do not read!

Ayo

This is a cool concept, but hOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE THAT IN ASKS WHAT

(Also I just had to change around a couple of things because two of them couldn’t really have storms the characters know of going on lol)

- mod shuichi

Junko // (I hope this ain’t too ooc lmao)

She can make Monokuma appear at the drop of a hat. Hidden away in her control room, she pilots him like a mecha. Kind of. But when she heard you randomly calling for Monokuma while sitting in your room, she wasn’t as bored for a second. Why the hell would you be suddenly calling for Monokuma out of nowhere? But as she always does, she makes Monokuma drop into your room with a flashy arrival. "Whaddya want?" She calls into the mic. It copies over to Monokuma and comes out in his regular voice. Through the camera in Monokuma’s eyes, she notices that you look scared. Nothing new there. But seeing you in despair isn’t the worst thing for her. In fact, it’s rather entertaining. 

Without any words, you climb out of your bed and grab the Monokuma. If you were going to try and do anything to the plush bear, she was ready to hit the self-destruct button, but you didn’t do anything. This certainly boggled her usually razor-sharp mind. 

"Oi, what’re you doing?!" She calls into the mic, coming out as Monokuma’s voice. She’s really kinda frazzled at this point. The last thing she thought you’d do is try and cuddle with the thing that’s forcing you to kill each other.

As you nuzzle your face into Monokuma’s weirdly plush surface (for a robot), all Junko can do is frown and think. She does nothing to try and get Monokuma out of your arms. Just sitting there in silence. Suddenly, she’s snapped out of her thoughts by your voice."Why are you making us do this? I don’t know who the mastermind is... I’m not sure I even want to know, at this point. I’m so scared it’s gonna be one of my friends..." A single tear rolls down your cheek. All Junko can do is watch on in sheer confusion. Of course you crying over your friends was to be expected (how boring), but to think you’d turn to Monokuma for something to hug... Curious. Seeing your tears almost makes her feel bad. How do you not fear the thing that is making you and your friends kill each other?! Junko almost felt that feeling of despair she so often craves. Maybe if she keeps a closer eye on you, perhaps she can truly feel despair.

Izuru //

(okay just pretend that Izuru still sort of had a consciousness latent in Hajime’s mind that somehow knew what was going on. Don’t think too hard about it. It’s ~fanfiction~)

Good lord, it was thundering hard. The AI in the virtual world had decided that it was going to thunder today. Quite violently too. Hajime was caught out in the storm, trying to make his was back to his room when he saw you through your window. You were sitting on your bed, clutching an unmoving Monokuma who admittedly didn’t look very impressed. 

What the hell were you doing with Monokuma in your room? Let alone clinging onto it for dear life, looking terrified. Deep inside Hajime’s consciousness, Izuru stirred. Such a common and boring reaction to a storm, and yet strange at the same time. You were sitting there, clutching onto the Monokuma plush like a terrified child. Izuru could have sworn he almost felt pity for your shaking form. Hajime, partially driven by Izuru deep in his consciousness, knocked on your door. He heard a muffled but shaky "Come in" from behind your door. He entered and found you hadn’t changed. You were still burying your face into the back of Monokuma’s soft fur. That thing was making the rest of your class mates, you included, kill each other. Yet here you were, hugging it like a baby. How fascinating. Perhaps he should keep an eye on you and watch you for any other strange things you do. Perhaps you aren’t as boring as Izuru thought you’d be.(yes that basically means Hajime is gonna be hovering around you a bit more, but he doesn’t know why lmao)

Tsumugi //

Sometimes having to sneak off just to watch all the participants do the same thing day in and day out without any motive can get super boring. Come on, millions of people are watching! Do something interesting for once! Tsumugi ordered the sixth monokub to focus in on your room, where you were lying on your side in fetal position. That’s nothing new for you.

Right as she was about to leave from checking what you were doing, she hears you call Monokuma. Her stomach drops. Did you somehow notice the monokub camera drones in your room? It couldn’t be. They were far too tiny and quiet. She orders a Monokuma to appear in your room, dropping down from the ceiling in his usual crackheadish manner.

“WHAT?!” The Monokuma calls.

You say nothing but instead unravel yourself from your fetal position, gently reach out for the bear and wrap your arms around him. “WHAT?!” The Monokuma once again shouts. He’s really not sure what to do. And neither is Tsumugi. She wasn’t expecting you to just reach out and hug the Monokuma like a plush toy! Well, he kind of was, but he could kill you. Not to mention that you were crying. Comments from the spectators came flooding in.

yo wtf they’re hugging the kuma lmfao

DOESNT THAT IDIOT FUCKING KNOW THAT MONOKUMA COULD KILL THEM???

bruh this is kinda cute ngl

yoooo (y/n) do be kinda cute doe

This is certainly interesting. You seem to be creeping up in popularity in the fanbase thanks to this funny little move of yours. Even Tsumugi is taking a liking to you thanks to this new, oddly cute side of you. She certainly doesn’t remember writing you to do weird shit like this. How curious. How cute.

[dystovian]

Could you do Bucky Barnes or Loki with “You are love in its best form.” Or “Let. Her. Go”

The Best Form of Love

Summary: in which a confession is whispered in the small doorway of a library.

Pairing: Loki/Reader

A/N: 😩 yes! set in a world where loki doesn’t die bc wtf 😁👍

The first time you met him, you didn’t speak. No, you barely even looked at each other, because with one look you knew you were unable to handle him. Yes, you totally could take him in a fight, you were confident in that. But his first words to you had you red from head to toe, goosebumps rolling over your body.

“Why, you’ve got a smile on you, don’t you now?” Simple quote, really, it was. But the way he delivered it, the way he carried himself really did not help your case. By the gods, you were truly fascinated by him, this God, so truly and utterly reeled in.

Months had passed, and you barely spoke since then, cocky remarks thrown here, more comments about you thrown there. And, without fail, they got you every time.

“You read, too? You’ve been made for me, darling.” Your grip on the book tightened, and you glanced up at him before quickly shutting the book, but you stopped yourself, you weren’t to run away this time. So you stood your ground, only to quickly cover your face with one hand in hopes to hide the blush that escaped you.

He grinned, seeing his gentle hand reach to grasp the book from you as your other hand covered the other part of your face, almost as if to shove the blush down. My gods, you were truly perfect, he thought.

“I...thank you, Loki. But I’m simply doing research, it’s nothing! Really.” You nodded, clasping your hands together as you stood. What a mistake though, as you were simply just too close to him, nose almost touching his chest.

“Well, you truly looked great doing it! You’re passionate about this topic, no?” Holding the book with his hands, he lifted it with one, and shook it gently.

“Yes, I guess I am.” A nod, once again.

“Right, if you don’t mind, why don’t you tell me about it?” He laughed softly, and moved swiftly to sit beside where you just were, patting the bench and grinning. These little meetings occurred mostly every week, with an occasional empty library due to busy schedules.

But, then he stopped coming, you heard not a peep from him during meetings, not once did he lean your way and murmur something about how Steve should get that stick out of his ass. Not once, did he bump into you in the halls, and laugh when you would stutter. Not once, did he compliment you. You were terrified, rightfully so. Had you done something to upset him? Or perhaps, he’d grown tired of the little thing you were having, and decided to toss you aside? It’s not the first time that’s happened, and you cursed yourself for letting yourself get so attached.

Then, the next week. He was completely gone, you almost cried when Natasha told you he and Thor had just left for Asgard for a few months. You nodded, thanking her for informing you, knowing you wouldn’t have heard it from anybody else. For the next few months, they walked on eggshells around you, gently speaking to you during breakfast, and even offering to skip sparring time with you, which you found odd. It’s not like he insulted you before he left, tore your heart out and stomped on it. No, you were just mad, he couldn’t have said anything, perhaps explained himself? Or, no, maybe he should have apologized, because there was no way you would let someone do that to you. Right?

And then, he was back, and he was acting like nothing had ever happened. It infuriated you, it really did. How could he, all this time you had suffered within your thoughts, thinking he hated you. And he waltzes back in to your daily routine, slips in a compliment, and expects you to just giggle, and be okay with it. No.

“We need to talk.” You said, arms crossed as you blocked him from leaving the library.

“Well, by all means, darling, go right ahead.” He smirked, clasping his hands together as he waited. He paused, face falling for a second when he realized you barely even flinched at the pet name, not a single dash of red appeared under your eyes. Lord, he was in some deep shit, huh?

“Want to explain the whole disappearance stunt you pulled? Ignoring me, acting like I’m not even there, and then ditching Earth the second you see the opportunity? What am I, disposable? Well, I’m not, and if you think you can continue this little thing you’ve got going you’re terribly mistaken.” Letting it out was truly a weight lifted off your shoulders, you should have confided in somebody while he was gone and maybe your time alone would have been less stressful.

“Wh- I. What? No, no no no, I promise, you’ll never be disposable, I can assure you, that I’d never toss you assid-“

“But that’s the thing, Loki. You already did! You barely even acknowledged me the week or two before you left, it’s like we didn’t even know each other! I thought you hated me.” The last part really slipped out, you’d rather spend a day with Ultron than ever admit an insecurity to somebody. Your hands covered your face as you shook your head. “Look, just drop it, ok? I’m just gonna go-“

“No. No you aren’t. I won’t let you leave this library thinking I hated you, or could ever hate you in the first place. Darling, you showed me nothing but compassion, and kindness from the day we first met. Gods, I think if I ever showed hatred toward you I might as well let my father punish me for eternity. I can’t stand you hurt.”

“Then why, why did you ignore me like that?”

“I was trying to work up the courage to tell you something. And every time I looked at you, I cowered away. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at you for very long. I was terrified.”

“Scared? Loki, I promise, you can tell me anything, I wouldn’t judge you, not a bit.” You were shocked, you were never one to judge someone, so why was he so frightened?

“And I wouldn’t doubt that about you for a second,” he chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear with one hand, and cupping your cheek with the other. “You’re so kind, you are love in its best form. And I love you.”

“Oh! Oh, wow. You love me? ” Maybe your brain was a bit slow to catch up to things, this definitely wasn’t your most graceful moment. But wow, he loved you? Oh man, all this time you were yelling and fussing at him and all he wanted to do was confess. Now you felt bad. He pressed a thumb into the creases on your forehead in an attempt to both ease your worries and bring you back to earth.

“Don’t fret. I understand if you don’t feel the same, really, I can get why. So, if you’ll excuse me...” You pulled him back to you and hugged him, you would not let him leave thinking you didn’t love him. So you said it right back, your hands gripping the back of his shirt, and smiling into his chest.

[craftypeaceturtle]

Distanced, part 1

Summary: A group chat fic! How shall these useless students cope with daily life.

Note: This is my first attempt at anything even remotely like this! I have no idea how this will turn out so feedback is greatly appreciated! Intrulogical. 

Next part here!!

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MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Tuesday, 16:15

Hello. This is Logan Sanders from Prof. Smith’s seminar. Do you have any suggestions for how we should go about completing the upcoming assessment?

Remus Prince: who dis

I literally just stated it. Logan Sanders.

I wear the tie.

Remus Prince: OHHH

Remus Prince: Well 1stly

Remus Prince: What’s the best planet in the solar system?

Pardon?

Remus Prince: i LitERaLlY JuSt stAtED iT

That has nothing to do with anything, we just need to get through this project.

Remus Prince: if u want to work then u have to answer

Jupiter. 

Remus Prince: cool.

Remus Prince: You’ll do.

Remus Prince: My name is Remus.

I know. We did actually swap phone numbers. We in fact discussed which topic we would be doing for over fifteen minutes in the seminar. So we have indeed met. If you continue to be obnoxious then this will be a easier project. 

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MESSAGES: To Remus Sanders (Presentation)

Tuesday, 16:22

Why did you ask that question?

 Remus Prince: I asked my brother that question and he answered earth

Remus Prince: I’ve had trust issues ever since

Roman’s favourite planet is Earth? 

 Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: ye he’s an idiot

Remus Prince: I’ve gotta test everyone now.

Remus Prince: You passed btw

Remus Prince: WAIT!

Remus Prince: Do u know Ro?

Yes, he is my friend and roommate. 

Remus Prince: What was ur name again????????

You can literally scroll up and reread it. I refuse. You got into university for a reason and so you can manage my name.

Remus Prince: jk

Okay then. Do you want to discuss how we should go about creating this powerpoint?

Remus Prince: what’s there to ‘discuss’?

We can separately conduct our research however it is regrettably better to meet up in person to practise not only giving the presentation but also the construction of the presentation itself.

Remus Prince: man you just love sending essays huh

I have written out longer messages. I don’t understand the point of sending a sentence at a time and risk getting interrupted. Plus at least my texting doesn’t seem all like an assault of constant notifications. 

Remus Prince: fair

Shall we say that we should aim to get our presentation research finished by two weeks (15th). That leaves us another two weeks to construct the powerpoint, gather more research if necessary, then practise presenting. 

Remus Prince: k

GROUPCHAT: Goths, Emos, and Remus

Tuesday, 16:26

Octopussy: can I vent for a sec

Octopussy: So! I’m just sitting here. Y’know. Vibing. 

Octopussy: Then out of nowhere the nerd from my class starts messaging me about the group project that’s due a month away

Octopussy: like wtf

Octopussy: nice to know the nerd thing isn’t just appearance

Vigilant: help

Octopussy: he made a big deal about meeting up as well to do this!

Octopussy: No one in the class even cares!

Octopussy: No one is even remotely

Octopussy: Not even close

Octopussy: To thinking about that project right now!

Octopussy: We’ve got ages!

Vigilant: oh sweet jesus

Octopussy: Like! We’ve got a month!

Octopussy: AN ENTIRE MONTH

Octopussy: Like he also wants to meet up as well to practise

Octopus: Like ew.

Top-Hat-Gay: Are you done?

Octopussy: ye

Octopussy: he’s a dick

Vigilant: oh thank god

Top-Hat-Gay: Ha, as if you believe in god.

Vigilant: If it stops Re from not spamming us then I’ll believe whatever. 

Octopussy: rude

Vigilant: bitch

Top-Hat-Gay: On an actually important note, which one of you last used my nail bag?

Octopussy: me!

Octopussy: you need more green 

Top-Hat-Gay: No I fucking don’t!

Top-Hat-Gay: There was an entirely new bottle in there!

Octopussy: I said what I said.

Top-Hat-Gay: I hate you. 

Octopussy: Thank bby

Octopussy: ALSO!

Octopussy: I found out the nerd also lives with Ro.

Top-Hat-Gay: So?

Vigilant: hE’S FORBIDDEN

Top-Hat-Gay: Wait so the nerd is Logan?

Octopussy: He is!

Octopussy: not that it seems to be having any effect on Ro. he’s as dense as a brick.

Top-Hat-Gay: I saw him today going into Remy’s. 

Vigilant: Why are we even talking about him

Vigilant: Like who gives a shit.

Octopussy: dunno

Octopussy: just thought it was weird

Top-Hat-Gay: Maybe you should switch partners. Especially if he wants to meet up at some point.

Octopussy: nah

Octopussy: not worth it

Top-Hat-Gay: A teacher wouldn’t care. They only want to see good grades. They won’t mind moving stuff around for you.

Octopussy: He seems harmless. 

Vigilant: you literally called him a dick after one conversation.

Octopussy: he is a dick

Octopussy: he seems stuffy but just a nerd through and through. He’s not going to be a prick or anything.

Vigilant: This isn’t really about him. He already got you talking about you know who in your first ever conversation. Maybe you shouldn’t hang around him.

Octopussy: I just thought it was interesting

Octopussy: It doesn’t mean jack shit

Octopussy: Not everything I talk about has some grand meaning.

Octopussy: I just thought it was weird that this nerd I share my classes with also lives with my bro. 

Top-Hat-Gay: And that’s perfectly fine Re.

Octopussy: soz V

Octopussy: didn’t mean to blow up in your face

Octopussy: just annoying to feel psycho-analysed 

Vigilant: soz

Octopussy: okay! 

Octopussy: that’s proof enough!

Octopussy: we can behave to each other so ice cream plz!!!!!!!!!!!

Top-Hat-Gay: JESUS CHRIST I SAID THAT AS A JOKE LAST YEAR

Octopussy: I will eat V’s posters unless you give us reward good boy icecream

Vigilant: chocolate pls

Top-Hat-Gay: jesus do you lot know how long it takes for me to put on my cape to go shopping

Vigilant: yes

Vigilant: we are precisely aware of exactly how long it takes

Vigilant: that’s why we don’t go shopping with you

GROUPCHAT: THE FAM ILY

Tuesday, 16:38

Pat-on-the-back: Heya guys, are we all in for dinner tonight?

Logan.S: I am.

YourHopesandDreams: I will be in at 7. If you could be so compassionate to push your meal back until then, I would be truly indebted to you.

Pat-on-the-back:  Fine by me!

Logan.S: I am agreeable.

Pat-on-the-back: Also Lo! Are you finished with your work?

Logan.S: I have finished my to-do list so I am available if I’m needed. 

Pat-on-the-back: No, you’re all good! I just wanted to check. It sounded like you were doing work for like four hours straight.

Logan.S: It took three hours thank you very much. 

Logan.S: So what are we doing for dinner?

Pat-on-the-back: I was thinking lasagne! 

Pat-on-the-back: also! Don’t think I’ll notice that change in topic!

Pat-on-the-back: I thought we all agreed on two hour stretches of work with a 15 min break at least. I mean... it’s even written on our calendar! There’s no way you forgot, did you Mister! 

Logan.S: It’s fine Pat.

Logan.S: Just let it go

Logan.S: I needed to get it done

Logan.S: I don’t need to be babied. 

Logan.S: I’m taking a break now. I’m okay.

Pat-on-the-back: I know, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure. As long as you feel okay then everything’s alright! How was your work anyway?

Logan.S: Fairly ordinary actually. I had to go through some of my notes and rewrite a couple of pages then I had to organise a group project due the 2nd of March. 

Pat-on-the-back: Sounds productive!

Logan.S: Thank you.

YourHopesandDreams: Ew. Group project. Who’s your partner?

Logan.S: We are in entirely different courses, why do you think you would know them?

YourHopesandDreams: Everyone knows the drama students know everyone. 

Logan.S: I’m working with Remus.

YourHopesandDreams: You should ask to swap partners. 

Logan.S: I won’t do so unless I have a genuine reason. I’ve not had any interactions with him previously and while he did seem half-hearted and obnoxious in his messages, he seems harmless. If he messes everything around then I will but I won’t make a fuss unless I have reason to.

Pat-on-the-back: That’s fair but please make sure to tell us if he pulls anything.

YourHopesandDreams: Your loss. 

.

MESSAGES: To Nerd

Wednesday, 3:02

hey u awake

Nerd: What on earth are you doing up at 3am? 

Oh

Soz

Wrong number.

MESSAGES: To Nerd

Wednesday, 3:12

Nerd: What is your favourite planet?

wha

Nerd: I figured it would be fair to ask your test to you. For all I know you could be as uncultured as your brother.

can we not talk about him

I dunno really

I wanna say pluto because they deserve it

but I kinda like saturn best.

Nerd: Any reason why?

Just kinda interesting

Big, lots a moons, ring. 

It’s just a cool planet. 

Nerd: Fair enough.

Do you have a reason to like jupiter?

Nerd: If I’m being honest, my science teacher absolutely adored Jupiter. I don’t know why but that memory of him ranting about how cool it was just really stuck with me. I was only about 8 years old. But I found myself agreeing with him. Back then my fascination was a lot more childish. I thought it was fascinating that since Jupiter was a gas planet it hadn’t been blown away yet. I grew up from that view but the interest never left.

ew that was almost cute.

Nerd: I concur that was very unprofessional.

WAIT

WAIT

HOLD ON

Why hasn’t Jupiter blown away!?!?!?!?!??

Nerd: Excuse me?

8YR OLD YOU IS A GENUIS 

Nerd: There’s no atmosphere in space!

But there’s pressure and junk isn’t there? 

Nerd: The pressure is pulling the mass into the centre which keeps the planet whole.

Do you think we could step on Jupiter?

Nerd: I don’t know.

I thought you knew space!

Nerd: I do biology! To get into a biology degree, I did a bunch of biology based subjects! Why would I know anything about space?

I dunno.

I guess if you look like a nerd people just presume.

Nerd: I’ve personally found it’s the confidence. If you act confident enough then everyone presumes you know exactly what you’re doing and you’re in control, no matter how out of place you look. 

I’ll drink to that!

Wait, in what situation would you have learnt this!?!

Nerd: I have a bad habit of accidentally going to the wrong class and just going along with it rather than anything else. Although I should say I did fantastic in that architectural history class. But this habit has caused some awkward situations. I have also impersonated a store manager to explain why me and my friend were there when really he ran into the warehouse searching for a kitten. 

HAH

That’s brilliant

Using your nerdy powers to overthrow society.

Does this mean you’re a liar?

Nerd: I call it ‘managing life’. 

HAH

Sounds about right.

Why are you awake at this time?

Nerd: I could ask you that.

[mynonclicheblog]

A long-ass Jeff/Annie feelings post

The most fascinating thing to me about Jeff x Annie is how they appear to be so subtle and untouchable as a pairing until the series finale, which basically reveals what the underlying narrative has been all along. It sheds SO much light on the characters’ actions and puts their relationship in an entirely new perspective.

During my first watch (which I finished like 3 days ago lol), I knew people shipped them but I had a hard time seeing why they were quite such a big deal? Like I was still rooting for them bc the chemistry jumps out, but they really don’t get much content in canon because of the age gap (which is understandable).

But I’m telling ya. Now that I finished the show and I know the full story, I am DEAD AND GONE for these two... like WTF! That secret storyline, though 😭😭

It’s about Jeff being selfless and responsible with his feelings for Annie because he understood that the age difference was an issue and could easily be misconstrued. He knew also that because she IS so young, she still needed time to find herself and grow into the woman she is meant to become. He could never stand in the way of that.

It’s about Annie developing a crush on Jeff fairly early on, but not allowing him to play games or hold her back. Her feelings for him mellowed out at some point as she started growing up and Jeff was no longer adding fuel to her crush, which allowed her to explore who she is and what she wants out of life with no distractions.

And the best part about the finale reveal is that it doesn’t feel like a retcon, either? Like if you look at the content they do have over the years the receipts are clearly there. Certain scenes suddenly make sense on an even deeper level; Jeff going to Rich to “learn how to be a better person” when he found out that Rich turned down Annie because she was too young. Annie confronting Jeff about his feelings for her in the bathroom and him being unable to give her a clear answer (his internal conflict between what he wants vs. what he knows is right). ‘A blast of human passion’ when he looked at Annie - no one else, just Annie 😭 - after quietly harboring his feelings for about 4 years at that point.

I just - ugh. I truly cannot believe that Jeff ‘Cool Guy’ Winger’s greatest act of selflessness was keeping his love for Annie buried for 5 damn years because he cared too much to let her get hurt.

Jeff ‘I do what I want’ Winger let go of Annie because he knew that’s what she needed.

Jeff Winger, whose most pointed flaw and obstacle as a character is his selfish tendency to put himself before others - he did that.