#until i remembered that this is a fucking job and they failed miserably just to use a slur

[colorfuldream]

it’s kotoko the fictional character implying those things are moral failings rather than the staff. french translation team decided she seems like someone who would use slurs, the tls have never been identical but they often reinforce different parts of the same information, and she was very hateful in the original japanese

It's not. Those were never in the text. There's a difference between a character using slurs and the translation team adding a slur and questionable language out of nowhere.

They aren't the same information as both the Japanese and English version. They add subtext that were never there, confirm things that aren't confirmed for Kazui. Even the Mikoto part has its importance as she's mocking his self-pity schtick, not the fact that he's mentally ill.

Translation is a job. You're required to keep the original intention and meaning. I've seen localization do that better than what is supposed to be a direct translation.

[masterj]

Watching SLOTLT:

....Okay... we need to talk about Sodor's Legend Of The Lost Treasure. Many TTTE fans love it and call it "the best special" and "the peak of CGI Thomas." But we need to face facts. It's far from everyone's favorite and actually the Most Controversial of CGI Thomas.

My stance? I say people who don't like SLOTLT are right- just for not for the valid reasons. Prepare to be roasted.

The movie heavily flanderizes Thomas and ruins his character development throughout the series. It practically takes everything that made him unlikable in the Miller era and turned him back into a complete, 100% irresponsible idiot. Take The Great Discovery, a special VERY similar in plot for example. After his trick on Stanley that demolishes the tower, he actually shows full remorse and tries to make up for his mistake.

In Lost Treasure, that is not the case. Here at the start of the movie he's just like, "I'm number one so I can do what I want!"

And it's not until THE DAY AFTER the Dynamite Incident that it finally sinks in and he's like "Aw it was my fault..."

Plus, he would've been mature enough by now not to let Gordon's teasing get to him. In Season 5, he literally tells Percy to just ignore George's insults and simply does just that.

Why are insults such a big deal to him NOW that he has to run of with Gordon's coaches and derail them??? This doesn't make sense! Yes, he is meant to be cheeky, but how the hell do we go from how he's written in Tale Of The Brave to this?!

So much dumb shit happens that could've and should have been easily avoided. The accidents Thomas cause would've have been stopped in a heartbeat if they ACTUALLY REMEMBERED drivers and firemen exist. When Thomas falls into the cavern? HOW THE HELL are they so unaware of the workmen shouting trying to stop them?! How do they not once look where he is going and see the signs?!

They're not even trying! Look at them in the cab! Up until the accident happens they're practically just chillin'! You're not fooling anybody! Are they high on crack in there??? Are they paying rent in there??? Do they just spontaneously go blind and deaf??? Hello?!?! Wake up and control your fucking train!!!

Let's cut back to the coaches. WHY is Thomas shunting Gordon's coaches when that is NOT his job anymore now that he has his branchline?! That's the whole reason the big engines went on strike and Percy was brought to the railway! Topham has HOW many shunters now? And you're SERIOUSLY gonna tell me not a single one could've done it instead? Look how empty Knapford is!

What about the Diesel Boxcab introduced this season? Why isn't he in this movie to do that instead? Did he die?

Overall, SLOTLT is just a pointless Great Discovery rehash sprinkled with stale RWS references, (which help set up this movie's god awful plot in the first place) returned characters, and cinematic visuals and music pretending it's actually a good movie with a likeable plot. Not only does it take the three-strike formula and fail miserably at making it good, (The three accidents Thomas causes) it can't even remember the show's continuity properly for God's sake! For a what's supposed to be a tribute to the RWS, this is not a good look at all, Andrew Brenner. You did not cook.

What's even worse is that for all these years everyone in this fandom just blindly glazes over everything this movie does wrong and then act like it's illegal for someone not to like it and it's disgusting. This movie single-handedly damaged the entire TTTE fandom for 10 years. 10. FUCKING. YEARS.

We already had a special that did this kind of plot so much better in every way. WHY are we doing it AGAIN??? Why wasn't The Adventure Begins enough for this year???

We did not need this. We did not need any of this shit. Just skip to Season 20 and you are not missing too much, I promise you. Peak CGI Thomas my ass. HALF the CGI specials are the least bit more deserving than this shitshow.

This movie sucks. We do not speak of it, I'm done talking about it, it's not canon, it doesn't deserve to be, it never existed. It's dead to me.

All it's got going for it are the visuals, voice acting and music, Donald, Douglas, Alfie and Oliver, Max, Monty, and Daisy returning, and the Miniature Engines introduced. That's it.

Just because a movie looks 'cinematic' does not automatically make it good.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Steve slides down the wall as soon as he’s in the bathroom, hands going to his hair, gripping hard as he tries to remember how to breathe.

“Steve?” Robin says. “The door’s locked, it’s just us. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Robs, I look at her and all I see is bullshit, and I know she’s got questions, and fuck, she probably thinks I’m cheating on her, which I’d never do, but she- and Jonathan-”

“Whoa,” Robin says, grabbing his hands. “Deep breaths, Steve-o, we’re gonna make it through this. I will absolutely flirt with Nancy if it helps on the accusation front. I told Eddie the kids like D&D, so hopefully…” she trails off, listening, and they both smirk when they hear Eddie, already in character. “That didn’t take long.”

“He’s a good guy,” Steve says. “And they’re good kids. Mostly.”

Robin snorts. “Mostly,” she agrees. “Listen, why don’t you break up with Nancy? Nothing else happens between the two of you, right? So we tell everyone what’s going on, you pull Nancy aside—I’ll come for moral support if you want—and explain what happens and tell her you can’t see her anymore.”

“You don’t think it’ll mess with the whole timeline thing?”

“Steve. Buddy. We’re telling a group of twelve-year-olds about something that happens four years in the future. The timeline’s well and truly fucked. You weren’t happy with her, not after Barb, right? Because the stories you told me painted you as being miserable.”

Steve sighs. Reclaims one of his hands to run it through his hair. “Yeah.”

“Okay then. And hey,” she says, moving to sit next to him. “Maybe if you break up with her now, you can do something about your crush on a certain someone.”

“Robs, c’mon,” he complains. “Even if I did, what happens after? When we go back to ‘87? Are there three years of memories I don’t have? Do we break up before you and I go back, and pick it up again four years later? And what if we fail and he dies anyways? What then, Robin?”

She leans her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “I dunno, Dingus. But hey, I’m here.”

He offers her a half-smile before laying his head on hers. “Yeah. You are.”

A knock on the door startles them. “Uh, Steve?” It’s Nancy. She sounds oddly apprehensive. “Eddie’s doing a great job at keeping the kids occupied, but we’d all like to know what’s going on.”

Steve sighs and pushes his face into Robin’s hair for a second before turning back to the door to answer. “Yeah. We’ll be right there.”

Nancy doesn’t answer. The first time around, it was something Steve had found endearing. She didn’t have time to waste on meaningless words. Now, it irks him a little bit.

“C’mon,” Robin says gently. “You can fall apart again after, but there’s no use catastrophizing over something that hasn’t happened yet.”

He quirks his mouth up at her. “Right, ‘cause you’ve never been dramatic a day in your life.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m a band kid, Steven, of course I’m dramatic.” She begins to smirk. “Besides, not like you mind when it’s-”

“Okay,” he says, but they’re both smiling as he unlocks the door.

They go downstairs and he smiles at the sight of everyone on the couch, enraptured, as Eddie’s crouched on the coffee table, eyes wide, monologuing. Steve casts his eyes around, taking everyone in, and starts to frown. “Where’s El?”

Nancy’s the first to break out of the reverie. She looks around, brows furrowed, then slaps at Mike’s arm until he slaps back. “What?”

“Where’s El?”

“She’s right- oh.” Saucer-wide eyes turn to Nancy. “I don’t know.”

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[fantasma-de-la-cueva]

Guys… Can we talk about how movie Shadow body’s languaje ressembles the body language vibes of a dog? I mean, here some examples

—The sad puppy eyes at the flashback scene

—When he meets Gerald again he was on the defensive until he recognized him (he caught him by surprise in the middle of his mourn) and when he hears that Sonic, Tail, Knuckles and Eggman were arriving he was about to attack until Gerald tells him “calm down, we are going to receive them properly”. And only because of that he changes the strategy to ambush (Goes from agressive stance to tense, head is peerk up and eyes focused on Gerald, listening to his command)

—After ambushing them he leaves them tied up and while the crazy people do the infodumping and start to monologue he stays still and quiet, only when Gerald gives him the order to look for the key is when he intervenes in a somewhat aggressive way (when watching that scene I can't help but think an attack dogs. Well, first one he’s tensed and with angry expression, trying to look bigger to intimidate them. Then he kinda lounges towards them while demanding for the key, defintly this has a ressemblance to an attack dog barking to either a threat or prey)

—When they were going to steal the second key Shadow wanted to do the job and his body language, again, is reminiscent of a guard dog pulling on the leash and barking to attack. Only when Gerald convinces him to leave the job to the mad scientists in exchange for “getting revenge like never before” does he calm down and stay behind (lounges while talking, again, ressemblance to an attack dog aggressive barking)

—Interferes when he realized the Robotniks plan failed, so he headed straight onto searching the second key and after attacking Tom he just went back to his master, protecting him and giving the object to him (I don’t think I need to elaborate this)

—Also the fact that whenever he is near Gerald he’s just there, watching in silence and his body tensed, attentive and waiting for the next command as if he was a trained dog (body tensed, eyes focused on Gerald, defintly waiting for the next command)

Movie Shadow’s life is just simple miserable because he was probably conditioned by G.U.N into obedience and Gerald exploited this to use him as a tool for his revenge plan. And remember, he might be dubbed by Keanu, but mentally he’s a teen like Sonic. So yeah, here we have fucked up symbolism, showing throught non verbal languaje how due to bad luck, manipulation and grief Shadow got dehumanizated and turned into a tool.

Also yes, due to how mad Gerald was in this movie and as pointed by other posts, he stopped caring for Shadow or even he never cared, forcing this confused, lost kid into a master-servant bond all his life

[diyasgarden]

Hi so to another blog, I sent in the request for gymteacher!patrick but now that I think about it, I feel like he’s one of those adults who secretly hates kids fgccjjjgffhhhj. It’s the whole vibe I got from whenever he was talking to Tashi and Lily was brought up like yeah he could say he feels awkward about the fact those two had a kid…….but I also just feel he hates kids 💀. It’s giving “fuck them kids, and fuck you too!”

ohhh i actually love the gymteacher!patrick hcs you sent @saintzweig. mars ate that up. if you haven’t read that, go do that!!!

i am inordinately fond of the idea that patrick doesn't like children because he can't wrap his mind around them as a concept. a tiny being who is still developing? continually learning about life? dependent on the people around them? it's overwhelming for him to process any of it, but it's all he can think about it in their presence. it also drums up the memories of his own childhood he'd rather forget. feelings he thought he long buried, but persist against his inclination.

so by proxy...i love the idea of elementary school teacher! patrick who took the job because it was his only choice. patrick who has been down on his luck and desperately needs to find a stable source of income, at least for the time being. teaching is not his first choice (and he's damn sure he is going to lose his mind), but it's the only job he could find that pays well. if he's going to be miserable anyway, he reasons he may as well be getting a paycheck out of it.

he goes in, does his job, and leaves. the other teachers are a bore, and he's to uneasy around the children to actually get close with them. ironically, his supposed indifference to the children makes them love him even more. he chocks it up to the childish curiosity of wanting to know more about the new, distant teacher, but the truth? they just like him. they like the way his language isn't filtered and how he mumbles under his breath. even the way he never breaks into that primordially passively assertive voices the other teachers have or never seems to have a solid plan. his behavior is new and captivating, but also makes him feel like an equal. in a way, patrick isn't a teacher they want to impress, but a friend they want to make. so while his goal was to avoid having any of these kids form an attachment to him, he's failed extraordinarily.

not to say he can avoid forming any attachments himself. i mean he sees these kids everyday, it's only natural to feel some sort of connection to them. it doesn't have to mean anything (at least this is what he tells himself). so what if he knows how to tie Lucy's shows the way she likes it when they come undone during soccer. or remembers to remind Aiden to take off his glasses before it's time for dodgeball. he's perceptive with details. basically has something in his head for every student, but wouldn't anyone notice (well again...what he tells himself). he's allowed to take some interest in their lives, learn about what they like or think. it's not a crime, nor does it have to mean anything. this is just a job and he still doesn't like children (he's started to repeat this to himself like a mantra).

the year goes on and his interest expands, much to his displeasure. they're growing on him, he can't deny it. he cares for all of his students, and while the concept of children still makes him uneasy, he's been able to push it down. focus on the joy the kids bring in the moment, rather than what their existence means for him. he enjoys being around all of them. especially the little, quiet kid who doesn't really talk much. always a little behind in gym, but really is sweet. and i mean just wait until he meets you...that kid's mom.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; reconciliation

summary: name and kidd got into a fight, how does it turn out? wc: 3003 warnings: afab reader, nothing heavy, a hurt/comfort drabble, mentions of sex but not the actual thing, just kidd sorting out his emotionally constipated self, mentions of alcohol

"you want me to what?" you gripped the transponder snail with much pique, immensely angered by being jolted from your deep sleep. even from your voice over the snail, killer could feel your teeth grinding from his request. 

"name, i know this is a selfish request but-"

"oh it is, killer." you cut him off. "that bastard better rot out there, there's no way in hell i'm dragging his ass back here in the victoria if he drank his dumb ass stupid! it's all he ever does!" you were furious, all drowsiness leaving your body and was replaced by seething fury.

you hear him sigh over the phone. "i'm very drunk too, i-i didn't even understand what you said properly. we've already carried half of the crew and we can't carry kidd anymore." he laughed nervously, god help the snail you were holding because were you squeezing it so tight. 

there was a long silence before you grumbled and clicked the phone off. you pulled yourself out of your shared quarters, fists clenched and brows furrowed. stomping across the deck of victoria, fuming at the events unfolding and what you're about to do. 

they left the most inconvenient job for you, a man of his size amounts to almost several quantities of average weighing people. yet you're always the one who can help him haul his ass back to the ship no matter how blacked-out drunk he is. 

his weight is not even the problem, HE IS THE PROBLEM! you two had just gone through a heated argument, it's why you were left on the ship when they were having a party in the pub earlier. you were too pissed to join the crew and have to stomach seeing him. yet here you are, on your way to help the root of your bane. 

the fight was something trivial that exploded into something so stupidly vexing. you walked out and confined yourself to the sheets, hoping on sleeping it off successfully while he drags his lot to the local pub and drank his dumbass until he couldn't remember what happened before.

"name! you're her-"

"where's that fucking dumbass?" you wasted no time in greetings with the sober crewmates that awaited your arrival. what was once their cordial demeanor straightened up and led you stiffly to where your captain was.

he was sprawled on the wide span of the long, wooden seats of the pub, taking over one long table. his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shut tight, the usual scowl settled on his face. his good arm was loosely gripping an empty bottle of scotch, his consumption evident from the drool at the corners of his mouth as loud snores escaped his painted lips. the other patrons were seemingly disturbed at the sight, the motherfucker acted like he owned the place!

you sighed a disappointing huff before knocking the chair he was laying on over with one swift kick and fell on his ass as a result. your crewmembers not knowing if they should snicker or run from the sight. 

"want your ass left by tomorrow morning or are you gonna pick yourself up and go back to the victoria, huh?!" you greeted, staring him down as you watch him mutter strings of curses while he tries sitting down. he fought off the dizziness in his vision and his heavy feeling as he placed a hand on his head to somewhat soothe the throbbing pain.

"can't sail away without a captain, short stack." he managed to bite back, looking up at you with the same bitter anger you glared at him for. 

"did all the alcohol flush out any reason out of your brain or do you not get the idea that i'll drag your dumbass back to the ship because you're too fucking drunk to do it yourself?"

"i didn't ask you to." he bitterly answered as he tried standing up but miserably failed. "i can do it myself. you go back to the ship."

you sucked in a breath of disbelief. "you're incorrigible, aren't you?!" you crossed your arms. "you can barely stand up, you fucking numbskull."

"i'll manage by my goddamn self," he announced through gritted teeth, finally standing up on his feet. wobbly to be exact. "i don't need your help-" 

just as he said it, you had caught him by your arms from his immediate fall. "if you'd just use your fucking brain than let it sit in that big head of yours, you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself like this." you snarked, getting a hold of his sinewy arms as you placed his flesh arm around your neck and settled a firm grip on his waist. "now shut the fuck up before i get the urge to catapult your ass to the seas and leave you."

"tch," he grinned, wobbling in his path together with you. "you wouldn't do that, butterfly." he teased as a burp followed his sentence afterward, unsteadily shifting his weight and subconsciously giving you a hard time. "you couldn't sit still when i was gone drinkin' so you came all the way here, aye? pretty fuckin' sweet of you."

your grip on him tightened, he grunted at how his nails dug into his skin and almost left scars that'll bleed. "f-fuckin' hell, can't take a joke now, huh?"

"if you think we're okay, then you're goddamn wrong." you hissed, dragging him in his feet firmly yet not enough to hurt him. "you're a fucking asshole i hope you know that."

"so i've been told." a grin tugged at his lips. "what do you say we put all that anger to somethin' more excitin', hm?" he tried pulling you closer by his arms in an attempt to arouse you but you beat him to it and squeezed a grunt out of him.

"if you think you can get away with apologizing by fucking, you're mistaken." you shut him down, "i'm tired of you treating me like a piece of ass."

kidd has been always getting away with apologizing by fucking you stupid. you end up forgetting what the hell you two were even fighting about or how deep your anger was for this redhead since his length does all the work for him. sorries turned into filthy insults and praises that turn you on more than it made you resent him. it's pathetic, really. the power he holds within you and your ardor for the control he reigns over you. he's a very bad man for you. not that you're shackled to leave him of course, nor the obligation of him as your captain convinces you to stay with him. you deeply detest how much you are willing to give than to lose him. oh how crazy he drives you.

you'd find yourself questioning your relationship with him, you detest how you always want to wake up next to him and find him clinging onto you. the softest look on his pale ass face as he peppered your skin with kisses in the mornings. you hate how your name sounds so good on his lips. you hate how he's always holding you close during cold nights as he warmed you up in his embrace. you hate how good his fingers feel intertwined with yours. you hate how he'd ruffle your hair when you do something exceptionally good. you detest the fact that with one look and one invitation from him, you'd completely give in and run into his arms; letting him have his way with you.  

by the time you two finished bickering, you had reached your shared quarters with him. you plopped him to his stygian sheets, hands on your knees as you try catching your breath. this man will truly be the death of you, a claim proven by countless near-death experiences all closely related to or caused by him. 

the bastard was already snoring when he laid on his back in a starfish position. but man was it hard to try and lie to yourself when you think that you can simply not look after him in this state. you sighed to yourself as you thoroughly cursed yourself when you sat at the edge of the bed beside his lower body and started to untie his boots. you couldn't resist leaving him like this, as much as you hated to admit it. 

you pulled his shoes off his feet, placing them at the foot of the bed. you then took off his pants, sliding them off him. next was his vest shirt, you lifted him slightly to take it off his arms. as you were taking off his goggles, you noticed how ran down his eyeliner was. was he crying? or did he got drenched in alcohol? the former seems to be the less likely. 

now left in his boxers, you tried slapping him awake but very lightly. "oi, wash yourself before sleeping here."

he grumbled, turning to his side as he threw an arm over you. "fuck that, let me hold you." he nuzzled his face on your thighs, smiling at the warmth and softness of you. "you smell good."

"that's cuz i didn't get out and got myself fucking wasted as if someone's gotta pick me up," you said through gritted teeth.

"don't be stuffy right now, it ain't cute." he teased, kneading the flesh on your rear playfully. "it'd be bliss to sleep like this."

you latched him off of you. "i'll just sleep somewhere else then." you've had enough, you're not letting this slide another time. 

he had a firm grip on your wrist before you could even think about standing and leaving. "no, hey- where are you going?" he opened one eye, trying to look for yours.

"somewhere." you snatched your wrist away, crossing your arms as you faced away from him. your back was all he could look at as he pulled himself up and tried making sense of the events.

"don't be ridiculous, stay here." he pulled you by the arm. 

"no, you know what's fucking ridiculous? me staying with a man who can't, for the life of him, apologize and treat me like the love of his life other than a fuck doll that keeps his dick warm and all the affection i ever get is when you're balls fucking deep in me and you start muttering how amazing that feels! that, that's fucking ridiculous don't you think?!" you let out all in one breath, chest heaving from all the emotional baggage you let out. "can't even step off the goddamn pedestal to say sorry for something so trivial, what more to serious fights huh?! do you just fuck me and move on?!" 

you live up to the shutting-up-eustass-kidd allegations very successfully, because that man is sat there bashfully with his head down. because you and he both know that whatever you spat out is nothing but the complete truth. all your words knocking him sober.

he'd been avoiding dealing with how your fights are turning out. you weren't saying anything about it so he assumed that nothing was wrong, unbeknownst to him that the very reason you were quiet about it is because something IS wrong. as you got into a relationship with him, you knew he's a phenomenal idiot in love but you didn't expect for him to be THAT dense.

he swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke, "will you... become patient with me?" he rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to formulate his words and regulate the heat in his cheeks. the shyness and the feeling of him doing his best had somewhat warmed up your cold exterior.

"i've been nothing but an asshole to you these past few days and i... well, have no damn excuse for that." he chuckled dryly. "can you give me a chance to... uh... turn it all 'round?"

you were silent, trying to organize your thoughts that argued with the beat of your heart. after receiving no response from you, he cleared his throat, hesitating whether to reach over you or not. 

"when you're ready to talk, you know where to find me." he concluded, standing up and walking out of the room.

you busted out crying when you hear the door shut. it's difficult being with kidd, especially moments like these where you almost want to give up but there's something so deep in you that holds you back... he holds you back. 

unbeknownst to you, he heard your sobs and tried so hard to not storm inside and engulf you in his embrace. but he didn't, he knows better than to invade someone's vulnerability; much more yours. plus; he knows how much you wanted to not be close to him nor see him right now. 

so he went on ahead in his workshop after grabbing a big bottle of beer from the kitchen. he tried distracting himself by tinkering with some trinkets and projects he was working on but you clouded his mind. 

in utter frustration, he threw the scraps of metal he was holding on the ground and ran his fingers through his locks. he wanted to talk to you and get close to you. never in his life had guilt become such a sentience that ate at him. the only thing stopping him was that he truly felt sorry for what he did. 

that's why when the clock stroke four, you pulled yourself together. a whole hour of crying and compartmentalizing, you now have the will to face him. you made your way to his workshop and knocked weakly at his door. "it's me, can i come in?" 

after a few minutes of having no response, you opened the door only to find him slumped at his desk with the half-empty beer bottle in one hand and a little trinket on his prosthetic. 

you clicked your tongue, is drinking himself stupid his coping mechanism?! you yanked the beer bottle off his grasp. you get a good look at the trinket he was holding, it was a metalwork of intricately bent lilies painted in white that circled into a necklace. each petal of the lilies was engraved with the letters of 'sorry'. 

next thing you know, tears in your eyes streamed down your face as you held the jewelry on your fingers. each petal vein was meticulously chiseled just like the real thing. you held it close to your chest as you swallowed your remaining sobs. 

you jolted him awake once more, "come on, let's get you cleaned up." 

"augh, fuck." he groaned, the hangover coming in. "oh shit, you weren't supposed to see that." he let you carry half of his weight as you wrap an arm around his waist and his arm above your shoulders. 

"you've got a shitty way of hiding it, dork." you tched, "you smell worse than a fucking pig, i'll dump your dumbass into that tub myself if you don't do it yourself."

he sat upright before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, maneuvering you on his thighs so that you are facing him. you leaned at the edge of his worktable, holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself on his lap. his flesh arm that was once on your waist was now settled at the small of your back.

his weary, tangerine orbs that were once looking up at you soon became glassy. he then rested his forehead on your chest, pulling you closer by the grip he has on your waist. 

"i'm sorry." 

you hear him sob on your chest as your shirt slowly got damp, his grip tightening with each second the same way his cries become louder. you placed a comforting hand at the back of his neck, while the other gave his back circular rubs. he kept repeating those two words back at you while muttering his amends and you let him. 

he then let you carry him to the bathroom, it was a silent stroll to your shared quarters. he let you take off his clothes and settle him on the foamy water of the tub. he let you scrub the grime off his back and shampoo his stiff hair; the water soon turning into a muddy greenish, black. 

"face me." you broke the silence, ordering him to do so. he shifted in the small tub, his large body spilling over water and wetting you. 

his eyeliner had run down and his lipstick was smeared from his nonstop booze consumption. he bashfully faced you, avoiding your gaze. 

after dampening the washcloth with soap and water, you lifted his chin with your fingers, gently scrubbing the ran-down makeup off his face. "can't look after yourself, huh?"

"i like it when you take care of me." he retorted, finally looking at you. studying how you concentrate on each spot of his face as you cleaned it. "and... i always want you to. i'm sorry for being an jackass... all the time." he finally said it after swallowing hardly. "i was too much of a coward to deal with all my fuckin' baggage, i always thought sex would solve it all."

"i know you're a dumbass but i didn't know your brain does not fucking work." 

he chuckled a little, raising his hand from being submerged under the water and placing it above yours. "i'm running out of chances to make it up to you, ain't i?"

"i want you to know that no matter how dumb you are, how fucked up you become, however many times your stupidity gets the best of you, and each time you find yourself in deep shit. i'll never get tired of you." you gave him a pinch in the cheek. "but the next time you pull this kind of bullshit again, i'll be seeing myself out. now shut up and let me finish this, i'm too sleepy."

"yes ma'am." he retorted, a grin tugging at his lips. "love you too." 

[lazywinnerprincess-blog]

Glorious Lie vs Gruesome Truth

There is nothing fascists hate more than someone defying their narrative. This is shown throughout history from book burnings to slave codes to social media bans. Hazbin hotel tackles this brilliantly on both general and personal levels.

Right now, I am going to focus on numerous failed attempts by Lute to maintain her false narrative.

Lute is a character whose whole life built a simple story.

She is the holy and powerful second in command of the righteous first man whose noble purpose is vanquishing irredeemable evil.

The only problem is that this story is false.

At the beginning of season 1, it was easy to ignore this. She's exactly where she wants to be, at Adam's side serving in her holy crusade.

It doesn't matter that this heroic quest has to be kept secret because anyone with a conscience would fight against it.

Lute probably thinks the rest of heaven is weak and pathetic, but Sera is in charge so she has to follow this "silly" rule. (They should be praising their champions).

It doesn't matter, everything is as it should be. Three years ago she was able to (as she thought) permanently get rid of the first person to question her narrative. The one person who could not only steal her "rightful place" at Adam's side but also undermine their noble cause.

Everything is as it should be until....................

Vaggie returns to Lute's life, and in an instant, all the hatred that drove Lute to permanently disfigure and disable Vaggie consumes her. Vaggie isn't supposed to be here. Vaggie is supposed to be a miserable shell of a person suffering her rightful punishment. Instead, she is the safe and loved companion of the Princess of Hell....

This can't stand.

After being told off by Sera, Adam and Lute attempt to destroy Vaggie's current life and use her as a tool to destroy the threat of Charlie's hotel.

I always found the casual way they talk and act around Vaggie to be very interesting. This is a person they left to suffer and (potentially) die for three years. Yet, the first thing Adam does is give her a cheesey nickname and barge into her room.

This makes sense when you remember that they don't believe that people can really change. Vaggie didn't rebel. She fucked up and left the band. Vaggie is one of his girls, so she should do what he wants. When she doesn't, he just needs to apply a little pressure to get her back in line.

Adam is that abusive ex that cheated on you but expects you to take him back. It doesn't matter what he does to you; you will do what he wants, since you belong to him.

Also in their eyes, redemption isn't real. They assume that Charlie will dump Vaggie as soon as she finds out her secret. The three years of love and support doesn't matter. You are who you were.

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People talk about how Adam's proposal didn't make sense.

No matter what, Charlie would find out who she was and without her wings, Vaggie could never be an exorcist again.

But remember, Vaggie isn't a person they need to convince. Vaggie belongs to him, and she's going to do her job. The story they tell doesn't matter.

Besides, Hell sucks so much that Vaggie has to be desperate to escape and willing to believe anything they tell her.

Except she isn't and she doesn't, So they try to both destroy Charlie and Vaggie's relationship and the hotel they built which had the potential to undo their heroic story.

If the hotel is successful, then redemption is real and they're monsters who destroyed people who had the potential to be better.

They can't accept that.

So despite the fact that the people in the hotel are not a threat and are actively trying to be better, they all have to die.

I think this decision to destroy the hotel serves as a turning point.

Previously during the trial, Lute and Adam were acting high and mighty. Insulting Angel and calling attempts to showcase his moral growth as petty.

However, when the duo's hypocrisy and the exterminations in general are exposed to all of heaven. Their rage at having their false narrative destroyed caused them to lash out.

But from this point on, Neither Adam and Lute try to pretend to be righteous. Their true vicious and petty selves are exposed and boosted by Sera's enabling. They are done "playing the hero".

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Adam's speech before attacking the hotel is really telling.

He doesn't try to justify his actions. There is no talk of greater good. It's clear that he is just going to have fun crushing people who hurt his ego. When he reminds the other exorcists about Vaggie, they don't talk about her treachery or evil. These people just hate her and want her dead. They literally put a bounty on her head. Vaggie's death is just part of a game for these exorcists.

For Lute, It's personal.

Lute is excited at making sure Vaggie doesn't just die, but does horribly.

After the day is over, everything that threatens her glorious lie will be gone.

Nope......

Lute ends the day with every part of her narrative ripped to pieces.

She is an injured weak loser who lost her commander to an insignificant sinner.

She was forced to watch the man she admired most die while being helpless against his killers.

She owes her very life to two fallen angels who she either directly or indirectly mocked.

Her last act of the season is to essentially make a deal with a demon to get revenge on her enemies.

I didn't know about you but that doesn't sound very holy to me 😅

[lilbittymonster]

Thoughts on Thancred and Kitali's relationship that no one asked for but have been buzzing around in my skull and it's maintenance so I have nothing better going on lol

So Thancred's whole "I have to do More, I have to be a better protector, I should've been there" complex goes all the way back to Ascilla's father dying in the goobbue attack (it's not his fault but he has no way of knowing that) and we see him as early as Ifrit getting tied up in knots about not being there for Kitali when it counted.

And in ARR they really aren't friends. Kitali took one look at his easy-going playboy persona, saw it for the persona it was, and wrote him off. And Thancred just could not get a read on her personality or sense of humour or if she even had one and so he kept his distance just. Trying to sort her out. At this point he's mostly trusting Minfillia's judgment, and if she says that Kitali's worth protecting and following then that's what he's going to do. This is the Light that Master Louisoix promised them, after all, and his word is as good as gospel.

And then he has the whole added guilt after Prae of getting possessed and killing Kitali with his own hands (even though he can't remember it, he was told it had happened) on top of the usual "I need to Protect More Better" strain he puts himself under. Fast forward to the Bloody Banquet and him and Y'shtola getting yote into the Lifestream and finding himself popped out somewhere in Dravania. Hell, they might've been in the Forelands at the same time and just never crossed paths, for all they know!

So there he is, stewing in his own regrets and feelings of inadequacy for months until he finds them dealing with the Warriors of Darkness. And I know that he's a blue DPS for the Antitower, I haven't gotten that far in my replay so no spoilers, but I like that they made a pretty seamless transition for him to pick up an actual tank job for Shadowbringers here in Heavensward.

The whole reason I'm thinking about this in the first place is I finally got around to writing their morning after scene during the HW patches. And they wound up there because they were both using each other as a coping mechanism and a distraction. Kitali's lost her almost-fiance, she's lost what was becoming her close friend, she's lost another person with the Echo who could've possibly helped her get some actual fucking answers, and she's miserable. Meanwhile Thancred is looking at her and Alphinaud and Tataru and Y'shtola and just cannot stop thinking about how much he has failed them all in various ways and both of them are at rock fucking bottom. Both of them have dropped their pretenses that had kept them so at arm's length from each other in ARR and actually managed some sort of interpersonal connection. A few drinks and a room key later, here they are.

I briefly considered trying for a wolcred ship while I figured out how to make the intended wolstinien happen while Estinien skipped town, before I got blindsided by Mister President Cop Aymeric My Most Dearly Beloved, and this one night stand was about as far as they got before looking at me and shaking their heads. So they became my brotp instead.

I don't remember a ton from the latter half of Stormblood, since I was still coming off of the high of finally fiiiiinally getting Xaela lore, but I do remember the interactions with Thancred losing their smarm. The dialogue hadn't changed but the dynamic had. There was an unspoken but understood "I've got your back" from him and that hasn't changed since.

I went through ShB with Thancred at every opportunity. He is solidly Her Tank now and she trusts him with her life. But once again, with her turning into the Lightwarden at Mt. Gulg, he feels that he's failed her yet again and continues the cycle of self-flagellation over it. He feels incredibly responsible for her now and every failure feels worse and worse.

And this is where I sort of thread him and Estinien together. Because Estinien also feels responsible for Kitali, and had made an oath to Aymeric to watch over her and keep her safe. But Thancred didn't ever meet Estinien. All he saw was the raw gaping wounds that his absence left in Kitali and Alphinaud, and formed his opinion of him based off of that. So when Estinien joins the Scions, Thancred is the one who gives him the shovel talk over Kitali's safety and emotional well-being. His exact words were "she may have forgiven you, but I haven't."

Estinien is completely unphased by it, and if anything he's grateful to Thancred for keeping an eye on them where he could not. Thancred is too busy posturing to cover up his own anger and guilt at watching Kitali almost die on his watch to figure out that they're on the same damn team here lmao. He mellows out on Estinien eventually, mostly during the Garlemald arc, and almost finds it relieving that he's so similar to Kitali since he already knows how to deal with a surly dragoon. They end up with a sort of understood but unspoken "I will protect her, because she's incredibly important to me, and I know you know that and will do the same."

Thancred is the only adult Scion from the original group that Kitali has any sort of positive relationship with. And everything that I could say about their relationship sounds like it should be a romantic one, the whole "I would kill for you, I would die for you, I trust you implicitly, you're one of the only people I feel safe around" that's reserved for over-the-top romance novels. But nah, they're just real bros. The love is there it's just incredibly platonic and they mean so much to me.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[icequeenlila]

See right through Me (Locorro)

context: Spider and Lo'ak got surprised by Quaritch coming home. Lo'ak went out of the window. Spider got called down to the kitchen.

“What is it?” He tried to suppress the roll of his eyes when stepping into the kitchen, but failed miserably.

“First of all, you can stick that attitude up your ass”, his father said from where he was clearing out the dishwasher. “Second of all, there’s chicken nuggets on the table. Eat.”

Spider frowned at him. “That’s what’s so important?”

Yes, he was annoyed, but that didn’t stop him from crossing the room towards the kitchen table. He was hungry after all the kissi- He was hungry after all.

“You always bitch about how they get all soggy when cooled off”, his father answered without looking up at him. “So, for the sake of my piece of mind, yes, it’s that important.”

Spider rolled his eyes again, letting himself plop down onto his chair.

“You know I have eyes at the back of my head”, his father warned.

Spider grinned to himself, rolling his eyes once more for good measure. And then he took a bite of his chicken nuggets.

“How was work?”, he asked over a full mouth, ripping off the lid of the sweet and sour sauce.

His father placed the last plate into the shelf, closing the now empty dishwasher. Then he turned to look at Spider with subdued annoyance.

“Never mind”, Spider groaned, his eyes rolling on their own.

“Spider.” It was a warning. A mild one, but still.

“Okay, okay.”

His father didn’t like him asking about his work. Spider didn’t even know what kind of job he had. Only that it was paid well enough for his father to afford their big ass house, a big ass Jeep, and sending Spider to a big ass private school.

“I’ll just sit here, silently eating my chicken nuggets, pretending my father isn’t probably some kind of mafia boss or criminal”, he said, dipping a nugget into his sauce.

“You say that, still all I can hear is you japing away.” His father was unimpressed by his antics, and Spider knew it was useless to push the topic.

So, he settled for looking down at his food to hide yet another roll of his eyes from the man’s sight. He wondered if Lo’ak would eat once he got home. He had only managed to get him to eat half a slice of pizza earlier. After that they were too busy with eating each other.

Spider cringed at his own choice of words, feeling the tips of his ears burn with shame. Also, it just reinforced pictures from earlier this day, making an endless playlist of Lo’ak smiling, Lo’ak gasping, Lo’ak kissing him, replay before his inner eye.

Spider was so fucked.

“Had fun?” His father’s voice startled him from his indecent thoughts.

“Huh?” Spider looked up at him, feeling the blood shoot to his cheeks at getting caught like that. “What?”

Miles Quaritch tapped two fingers at his own neck. “Got something there.”

Oh shit.

Spider clasped a hand over his neck, only now remembering the mark Lo’ak had left there. He hadn’t yet had the chance to inspect it, so he hadn’t realized how bad it was.

It still tingled.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh Eywa, safe him.

His father quirked a brow at him, still unimpressed, leaning against the counter with his big arms crossed over his chest.

“Was it the boy or the girl?”

Spider was still frozen in shock, half chewed nugget forgotten inside his mouth. He frowned at his father, because he literally wasn’t able to do much more.

Now his father was the one to roll his eyes. “Was it the Sully boy or the girl?”

Spider chocked. So much that there were tears springing to his eyes as he coughed against the burn of his throat and down his chest. “Wha- urgh- the fuck?”

His father wordlessly walked over, towards him, giving him two heavy slaps to the back, until Spider spit out a pulp of mashed chicken.

“Why- “

A cough.

“How do you- “

Another cough.

Spider felt sick.

“You don’t have any friends, Spider”, his father said, like it would explain things. “It was the boy, wasn’t it?”

Spider was shocked speechless, unable to do more than stare up at the man in something that was close to fear.

His father, still unimpressed, just gave him a light slap against his temple. “Shame, that kid is a pain in the ass.”

He turned away from Spider, heading for the hallway. “I’m taking a shower. Don’t dare to turn off the light as long as I’m in there.”

(The light switch was outside the bathroom, and young Spider had found it hilarious to turn off the light while his father was standing under the shower. The man sprained his ankle once, because of it.)

“Hope he’s worth the trouble”, Spider heard him say, before the bathroom door fell shut behind him.

And then he just sat there. In the silence of the kitchen. The faint noise of the washing machine, echoing from the laundry chamber, and the shrill ticking of the kitchen clock were the only sounds inside the room.

Spider blinked into empty space. And he blinked again. And again. And again.

“The fu- “

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From chapter 4 of 'See right through Me'

Link to fic:

[gabsforjustyuris]

My dear customer

Hey, sorry in advance for the grammatical errors, English is not my native language, anyway, I hope you like it! ^^

Hurt/comfort, Angst, Oc Pov, F!Reader, Kafka x Reader. 2k words.

Wandering the galaxy as a nomad and doing different jobs. You with your dark past found yourself without hope about the future, until a certain woman with magenta hair decided to see you again.

You woke up, meditated and got ready to head towards the daydream bar, seeing those pompous sofas and extravagant chandeliers. Not that you liked seeing them every day, of course, it got to the point where it made your eyes sick with so much brightness, but at least it was proof that the recognition of the place as a paradisiacal oasis lived up to the rumors that spread across the galaxy. 

The atmosphere surrounding the installation was one of relief and at the same time a lot of energy, something like an endless party or solving all problems. And you couldn't judge those who actually believed it. Penacony was made to convey this type of illusion, however, it failed to reach you.

His goal was vague. The routine consisted of getting up, serving glasses, meditating and sleeping. You didn't trust the dream world or believe in its symbol. Paradises don't exist. It was direct and simple, just like in life that is born to meet its end.

On the other hand, luck determines success. Blessed are those who had the compassion of an Aeon, who in turn, reversed their miserable lives with a divine touch. But who would say that most living beings would have such an opportunity?

As the firstborn daughter and former heir guardian of Aqualis, I should pursue a life of responsibility. But a curse from the selfish gods broke our bloodline. My people suffered and ultimately lost our planet to the corruption of a Stellaron.

Therefore, what fault would it be to be bitter with the Aeos or disbelieve in eternal life?

What fault am I? None.

My past has distorted the good memories over the years, and the trails of scars I left stain every planet and facility I've ever visited until I arrived in Penacony, where he has remained for the last few weeks as a bar attendant outside the worldly. My steps are doomed, and the people who passed my path had their own disappointments, and yet I just swam with the tide without knowing the current.

– A very relaxing place to have a drink, I must say… – I heard it in between my stormy reveries, making me give the speaker a wary glance.

Of course, it was no longer enough that memories flashed before my eyes, or in every job I had to interact with ignorant people, as well as facing a past ghost that followed me everywhere.

Kafka. I remembered your name, already feeling a bitter taste rising in my throat. 

Shit. I just sighed deeply and finally turned to the cross-legged woman on the counter seat. Wearing that damn attractive look, silky hair tied in big locks, sunglasses that covered her eyes and those honey lips. 

Tired, I just sighed while continuing to clean the glass in my hand, averting my eyes from the innocent smile, in an expression so soft that it was irritating. I stopped for a moment to admire the shiny tables, watching with a certain envy and at the same time without interest the people and robots who were enjoying their short lives before finally returning to what was in front of me.

– Look, if it isn’t a bag of gems from the cosmos.

– If it isn't the princess without a home. – She responded, resting her hand on her chin and turning her head, all while maintaining the curve of her lips.

– Fuck you – I lowered the tone when I swore, standing in front of her, observing how the sound of her laugh came out of that relaxed expression, as if she had no intentions, but I knew she did, she always does.  – What do you want?

– I'm a customer, aren't I? – He questioned, placing his gloved fingers on the edge of the glass that had just been cleaned, pushing it towards me on the counter. – Surprise me, sweetie.

I looked at the glass and then looked up at her, swallowing my own words in an uncomfortable silence, starting to prepare a mixture that I thought suited the hunter's standards.

Deep down I knew her predatory eyes were shamelessly chasing my ass, and just thinking about it felt like my consciousness was slipping out of focus, feeling my heart stop or my trembling fingers falter, but at no point did I turn to her. see her again, because with every breath, with every blink of an eye, those memories emerged, their voices in the depths of my consciousness.

– Here it is. – I delivered the purple pigmented milkshake with a vanilla interior sprinkled with small chocolate droplets and a cream-filled edge.

– Purple, how thoughtful of you. – His drawling voice seemed satisfied, looking at me behind his neutral glasses as he drank the drink through the straw.

I sighed once again, looking away again until I found another visitor, which was the perfect excuse to leave.

– Excuse me. – I went to the next customer, talking while preparing the drink, serving with a polite smile, all while being aware of how her eyes followed me throughout the process, raising her glasses above her eyebrows.

The day was too calm for me to worry so much. My fingers pressed against my temple and my head tried its best to push away the problems that surrounded my mind. Adjusting my simple dress shirt and vest look with this suffocating colorful tie around my neck. As much as she was here, I would have to bear it for my current job. I need to be professional and ignore her advances until she gives up.

That would be if she wasn't as resilient as I imagined, something that shattered all my expectations, because she was. Time passed in a calming silence between both parties, from time to time I cast discreet glances to check on her, noticing how the hunter of Stellarons she seemed a little hazy, as if she had happy thoughts without removing the smile on her face, and at the same time, sad memories due to the sadness in her eyes, but who really knows? She was a mystery...

– Do you want anything else? – I decided to get closer again after all this time, attracting her gentle eyes.

– Hmmm… – She hummed thoughtfully, looking at the empty milkshake glass as if thinking carefully about my question, returning to me. – I pass.

I waved, unconsciously smiling and picking up the glass to clean, but before that, now focusing on her a little calmer than before, since the woman didn't appear to be a threat at the moment.

– You seem thoughtful. – I blurted out, giving her a reason to let out another amused hum, increasing the smile on her face.

– I do? – He placed his fingers on his chin, caressing his own face until he almost covered his own smile, 

– Yes… – I sigh deeply, combing my hair and looking away for a moment. And so I decided to get straight to the point after thinking about it, placing my hands on the counter in a centered position in front of her. – Just one thing... to be clear, I don't want any trouble so... don't waste your time trying to get my head for money.

– Didn't you like our last meetings, princess? – He tilted his head with a malicious look behind his peaceful face.

– If you want to call fights like that…

– You know, normal dates are boring. – He started watching my movements with disinterest. – or are you going to tell me that our battles didn't make you feel anything?

– I think you're weird, but I… I suppose so?

I responded, making her laugh at my reaction, which without realizing it, made me smile discreetly, going towards the sink from behind, washing the glass, with my back to her.

– It is a shame.  – She said, catching my attention, turning to look into her eyes, confused by the comment.

– What do you mean by that? – I asked, and Kafka shrugged, continuing.

– I mean, you've spent most of your life training and now you're limited to wandering the cosmos like a nomad, helping people and wasting your time with boring jobs. 

– Does this bother you? – I asked, putting away the body and returning to her. – As far as I know, you were never really interested in my life.

– No. – He agreed, without wavering or taking his eyes off mine. – But I expected more from you.

– And should I care what you think after all? – I placed my hands on the counter again, feeling a little nervous. – My planet was dying, I lost my family, my friends and in the meantime you just disappeared and came back just to use me as a toy to entertain your selfish desires.

It was an indisputable fact. On their home planet, the Arcanis imperial family would begin with the clear objective of establishing energy balance. nexalith, a powerful magic that established easy transport between planets, being the primary material essential for the revitalization of the planet. 

During the last years of her life, as a young adult, I ended up meeting the hunter of Stellarons without being aware of their high-danger status throughout the universe. I didn't know why she was there, or what she really did. Sometimes she disappeared without saying anything and then came back acting naturally. Kafka was a woman who didn't usually talk much about herself, but she always listened to my outbursts or appeared from time to time at my window after a long day to pass the time, and that never failed to catch my attention. Her answers were too vague or so complex that I found myself thinking all day. She would tell some stories so detailed that I would wonder if they were true, and her touches were so precise, safe, without restrictions because she didn't seem to be afraid of anything. 

And when everything happened, Kafka completely disappeared from sight, and then returned months later as if nothing had happened, infuriating you and inevitably taking you both to the battlefield against your own will, despite the fact that the woman seemed to have enjoyed it. fight.

– The end of your planet didn't depend on me, it was its destiny to end.

– But I… i just… – I hesitated, looking into her eyes, feeling a slight burning in the corners of my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows and in the end giving up, taking a cloth and going to rub it on the counter. – Forget.

An awkward silence fell between us, but we still had each other's company. The sound playing in the back of the room accompanied simple notes, distracting my consciousness. With that violin in the background, the instrument that I knew very well, was his favorite.

– So… did you miss me? – Suddenly I hear doubt come from her voice, making my hand that was rubbing the counter with the cloth stop abruptly for a moment.

– You stupid, stupid idiot. – I take a deep breath, swearing in whispers, knowing that she could very well hear them, and then, I turned to her, in a failed attempt not to sound slightly vulnerable, in a low tone: – Of course I do.

With that she smiled, getting up from the bench, looking around and seeing the few people who were present in the room. Probably most of them went to the worldly or they had gone to rest, well, it doesn't matter. Kafka seemed to have something on his mind as he walked up to face me. His height is close to mine, being taller thanks to the heels on his feet, looking at me from head to toe.

– And then? – I furrowed my eyebrows, losing my patience with her games, almost immediately receiving a quick response from her. – There’s something wrong with my fac-

That's how the woman with the magenta hair saw the perfect opportunity to advance towards me, grabbing my tie, pulling hard until my body collided against the counter and my face came closer, leaning towards me and coming face to face with me. my lips, taking me by surprise.

Little by little, I let myself be carried away, without resisting the hunter. I closed my eyes and focused on our calm kiss, feeling a kind of relief course through my body as my stomach fluttered like it was full of butterflies. My mind went blank, leaving only the moment. The pressure on my body softened, and my fingers released a small grip on the cloth, causing a large shiver. She left me breathless, speechless. When he pulled away, he looked into my eyes with that charming smile, alternating his attention between my iris and my lips.

– It was good to see you again too, sweetie. – She whispered to me, pulling away and turning his back, walking away.

Not knowing what to say, I just watched his farewell with a tightness in my chest, feeling as if a part of me was going along. I was overcome by an internal conflict, with all those sweet memories running through my mind. It was a rollercoaster of emotions; This woman awakened something I had never felt before. Seeing her go was like a weight being lifted off my shoulders, but deep down I knew I longed for her presence again.

And when I lowered my eyes, reflectively, I came across a bag of money tied with a bow in my favorite color. In it was a small folded paper, carefully attached, piquing my curiosity. When I opened it, I read a sentence that, even against my will, made me let out a slight genuine smile.

Until death do us part in the next duel, darling.

Kafka.

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He is so happy she sees it that way. So relieved that he doesn’t have to prove that to her or Buck. 

“Sounds like something more happened,” Eddie says. “Because, if I remember right, you were kind of the person who complained the least about the way we were raised.”

She chuckles a little. “Funny, right?”

“What happened?” He presses. 

“A week before you, uh…” She trails off. “You know?”

He nods. Yes, that super fun night in this very backyard. How could he forget?

“A week before, I left Hernan,” she says. 

He had expected as much. But he still wants to know the story. 

“I packed up my shit, ended up on their doorstep, and told them I was done.” She explains. “Asked them if I could stay while I found a job and a divorce attorney.”

“Chris didn’t mention that, when he called me to come home.” Eddie says.

“He probably wouldn’t have, given what he heard,” Sophia replies.

Eddie’s stomach twists. “What did he hear?”

“After a few days of indulging me, Mom and Dad sat me down in the living room and tried to convince me to go back to Hernan.”

Eddie winces. “Jeez.”

There’s something incredibly insidious, he realizes, how he was encouraged not to go after Shannon, or make any attempts at reconciliation. But Sophia got different treatment. Yeah, Eddie doesn’t want his son baking in all that misogyny for the remainder of his teenage years, either. 

“When I told them that I never really felt comfortable with Hernan, that he pursued me, and I went along with it because I felt I had to, and… And I didn’t love him. And that he didn’t want me to work. Just wanted babies…” 

She takes a shuddering inhale.

“They said, that’s what marriage is sometimes.”

Eddie could puke.

“Fuck that, Soph.” He tells her adamantly. “You made the right choice.”

“Oh, I know,” she exhales. “I was miserable. I’ve been happier being attacked by vampires with your boyfriend than I was sharing a bed with my husband.”

Eddie winces. 

“I’m guessing they didn’t come around?” 

She shakes her head. 

“I got heated, then they got heated, and then…” She sighs. “Then it became a really loud fight that wasn’t just about my failed marriage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like they lost focus on me, and it became about us.” 

Eddie frowns. “You and Hernan?”

“No. Me and you.” 

“Me? I didn’t leave Hernan. How is that also my fault?”

“Well, um, hate to break it to you, but we’re both in the disappointing kids club. They don’t know where they went wrong. Their eldest is an unstable, philandering, bad father. Their next child is is a haughty, cruel-hearted, gold digger, who just married a wealthier man to leave and make money off of him. If it comes out of the woodworks that Adriana is a serial killer, that’ll just be par for the course.”

“Oh god,” Eddie sighs.

“And of course Chris heard everything,” Sophia says. 

“No.” 

“Came barging out of his room to defend you. Just like you, actually. You’d have been proud, if it wasn’t so horrifying.”

“He shouldn’t have had to do that,” Eddie says, tears welling in his eyes. 

“No,” she agrees. “He shouldn’t have. But he did. And he made sure they knew it wasn’t your fault his mother died, and you were a good man, and…”

“And what?”

“And then they started shit talking Shannon, too.”

Eddie could boil from the inside out. How dare they? His poor boy. He always tried to protect Chris from their opinions of her. 

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In the days that come, it is incredibly hard to keep this a secret from Buck. Not that there’s anything to tell. Yes, he has decided, but he hasn’t done anything. Not until his planning lunch with Adriana tomorrow, anyway. It might actually be easier if he had. Had impulsively purchased a ring and came up with something quick, simply so the idea of proposing wasn’t a secret locked in his chest anymore. Screw Bobby’s waiting until June advice. He needs to be engaged to Buck soon. 

It gets even harder when Buck asks if they can go out to dinner on Friday night, just them.

“No Chris?” Eddie inquires. 

“Uh, no,” Buck says. “Maddie and Chim were going to take Jee to see that new Disney movie, and asked if Chris wanted to go.”

“They invited just Chris? Not us?” 

“Yep,” Buck nods. 

“Huh,” Eddie muses. “That’s… I mean, that’s nice, right? Like a real and uncle sort of thing to do?”

“Yes!” Buck agrees, a strange, nervous grin on his face. “Yes, and I don’t want to watch the damn movie. And if I don’t, I know you don’t.”

“That’s true,” Eddie agrees. 

“So dinner? You? Me? You know, a date.” 

Buck seems strangely militant about this. 

“Yes, I will go on a date with you, Buck,” Eddie laughs. “How fancy?”

“Look pretty,” Buck instructs. 

“So anything I want, then?”

Buck frowns. “I see I have praised your handsome face and mesmerizing ass too many times. It’s gone to your head. Dress nicely, Eddie.”

So Eddie dresses nicely. Pants that make his ass look, what was it? Mesmerizing? And a cream colored shirt that Eddie might never have chosen for himself until Buck saw it in a store and said fuck, you’d look good in that. Buck wears blue. Eddie loves when he wears blue. 

Eddie is a little concerned when the drive takes nearly an hour, headed south. Surely there are closer nice places to eat? But Buck says he got them reservations at a place in Malaga Cove. Which is super fancy and definitely out of their regular date night budget. Okay, so Buck is splurging, then. 

The restaurant is a Mediterranean style, fine-dining place, with an ocean-view patio. An ocean-view patio which they are given a private corner of. The server beams at them as she seats them. Someone is angling for a big tip, he supposes.

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Buck carries the bucket in one hand and does a cradle carry of the loaded shotgun in the other. 

“One day, will I be as strong as you?” Denny asks, struggling with the bags in his arms as they climb the stairs. 

“Stronger I bet.” Buck tells him. 

If they all survive that long. 

Buck thinks of it sometimes. What kind of world faces Denny. He can only imagine how often that’s on Hen and Karen’s minds. 

It’s as they’re about to step out onto the road that it happens. At first, the low thrumming sound of a distant engine. Strange enough, these days, to make Buck’s hairs stand on end.

“Denny, get behind me,” he orders, setting the fish bucket on the ground and gripping his shotgun with both hands. 

“What��s going on?” Denny asks, nervous. 

“Not sure yet,” Buck admits. 

He squints, looking into the distance. Coming from the southeast, still a ways off, is a car. Looks like a four door sedan, but… Black and white. A police cruiser? 

“Denny, take the walkie, go back onto the staircase where you’re hidden, and let them know a cop car is coming and I need help.”

“O-okay,” Denny says, voice shaky. He drops the rest of his things, grabs the walkie from where it’s clipped to Buck, and runs back in the direction they came. Buck hears him whispering, scared, into the device’s receiver. 

Buck gets low. Behind a bush. Where he hopefully won’t be seen if the driver speeds through. He doesn’t want to risk a drive by shooting. It’s pretty hard to pass them by and not see signs of life. A cared for property. Gardens. Security measures put in place; lower level windows all boarded up, extra locks on the doors. If the person is looking for refuge or other humans, they’ll stop. If they’re just passing through - taking a strange route - then he’s safe. 

Vaguely, Buck feels an age old wound start to throb. The maybe. The what if. What if this is Maddie? What if this is Abby? The chances are slim. Ridiculous even. How would either of them have gotten a squad car? Unless its radio is how Maddie knew where to come? Abby knows they’re here. If she was going to come back - if she was alive to come back - she would have by now. After all, it was her library, before it was theirs. 

The vehicle slows as it approaches the library. Buck turns the safety off his gun. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help someone who might need help. It’s really not that. He was a firefighter, for god’s sake. That was his whole calling. 

[handercover]

Tom should have known this was gonna happen eventually, he had known for the longest time yet... He never thought this was gonna happen, it's been what... Years? Yet he didn't know how to feel, his mind was blank, his brain almost went on autopilot as he went on with his day

He thought he could handle it... He would be lying, he still doesn't know what to do or think after all this time, and who could blame him?

They've struck with eachother for so long... Why would she leave now?

"Seriously what's up with you?" Tom is snapped out of his thoughts by her huff as she makes some tea, frowning over her shoulder as he sits blankly in front of the couch. He blinks before looking at her "You... You said you were leaving" he says, somewhat calmly

Han just looks at him, blinking before she turns to pour the hot water in two mugs "Yeah?" she responds, confused, Tom frowns but looks away as well "Then why are you asking?" he mutters. She blinks again in confusion as she stirs the water in the mugs with a spoon, adding milk and sugar to the tea before turning around and walking towards the couch

She looks at him curiously before tilting her head "Tom, I'm literally leaving for a week for work, the usual... Why are you acting like I'm never coming back?" she asks, almost amused as she watches his head snap to look at her, his expression surprised

"Wait- what?" he manages to mumble before grabbing his mug from her hand as she hands it to him, shocked "I... I thought..." he mumbles quietly. He looks at her as she sits next to him on the carpet, their backs against the couch behind them, with a sigh she lays her head on his shoulder before taking a sip of her tea

He keeps looking at her until she looks up at him in realisation, smiling smugly before nudging his side with her elbow "Oh my God... Did you think I would leave just like that?" she asks with a quiet chuckle, making sure to not make too much noise before she takes another sip of her tea

Tom huffs before taking a sip of his own tea, begrudgingly observing how she made it just how he likes it before he looks at her, eyes narrowed - yet she stops him before he can talk "It's been... How long? About-" "Eleven years, eight months, three weeks and 4 days" he responds before she can finish, looking away when he realises what he said

She looks at him in surprise, stifling a chuckle as she looks at him "That long? Damn... You have a good memory... Nerd" she chuckles at that as she notices Tom's face turn red, he just looks away and sips his tea "Idiot" he mutters back after a while but she just relaxes next to him as she sips on her own mug

They both sit there in silence next to eachother, Tom silently thinks just how... Different things have been since she quite literally crashed into his life, he can still remember the first time they met as if it was yesterday. Deep down he knows this is far from what he envisioned for his future, but he oddly doesn't mind

He has a good home, people that care about him, the job he loves - something suddenly flops in his lap but he just takes a sip of his tea - a cat and two very loud sons

The two damn rascals clearly taking after their mother in terms of character, but aspect wise they're a spitting copy of him... Tom silently watches his son in his lap, chuckling as he holds Salem, the black feline looking utterly defeated before Han takes pity on him and takes him in her arms

His other son wraps his arms around Han's neck and lays his head on her shoulder, looking as Salem purrs happily in her lap. She chuckles before turning and pressing a kiss to the small boy's cheek, Tom watches as the boy chuckles before his other son also crawls to her, the two boys managing to tackle her to the ground

With a sigh he watches Han trying to fight off their menaces but failing miserably, Tom merely smirks behind his mug as she chuckles

Just had an idea, but I'm actually mentally too tired to think so this ain't making sense - but fuck it AU anyway. Nothing else to say really so I'm just gonna make myself some risotto

[the-most-humble-blog]

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[bats-and-rot]

I just need to get my thoughts in order. I have so many things weighing me down.

1. I feel like all the people in my life are passing me by. Finding themselves, seeing their light, and seeing that I'm a miserable waste of time and leaving me in the dirt. Even the people who are closest to me feel colder than they ever have and I'm scared I'm the problem. I'm still failing at basic fucking tasks, I can't even succeed on one online class for a semester, let alone the 3 semesters I basically wasted before I had to drop out from health issues. I'm too afraid to get a job because all I can think of is how I will fail and be fired and descend into a deeper hole of hopelessness. I can't keep my home environment clean and I can't seem to remember to eat unless I'm in pain. I struggle to brush my teeth twice a day and shower every 2 days and I feel so disgusting.

2. I just got out of a relationship in which my ex told me he wanted to kill me on multiple occasions throughout the relationship. I feel so stupid for staying for so long, I could have died. He went psychotic during the last months of our relationship and he was completely unpredictable, never physically abusive but in the last weeks he was just mean. I'm so glad I'm free from that but I hate that he knows where I live.

3. I'm terrified of my health situation. I have had chronic pain for over 10 years and was finally diagnosed with dextroscoliosis, but on that MRI they found a thyroid nodule which has a chance of being cancerous. I'm getting an ultrasound soon but until I have answers I'm so scared.

4. My addiction worries me and I want to quit because what if that's why my thyroid is fucked? What if I smoked myself into a cancer diagnosis?? I'm trying to quit and have been since July, but it's not been very successful.

I just feel really overwhelmed. I don't want to give up but I just don't see the way forward right now

[k1ra0nloose]

Kira pookie I need my Self aware!au lore /nf Pls I need to make edgy lore art to feed the demons inside my head /j

*accecends through the floor*

IVE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

BRING OUT THE LOOOOREEEE

also I'll be only explaining in the most simplified ver and how it started cause the aftermath is way too long-

Okay so remember when smg4 breaks the fourth wall as a joke? Well I'm this au he felt a lil too silly and decided to mess with it, acting different, tapping the screen all that stuff you know messing with the 4th dimension until he acctually started to go insane questioning his life existence, how much better the world whould be with out him and then he Fucking got too silly decided to go off script where shit goes down. He enters the acctual laptop of Kevin (YES KEVIN THE CEO OF GLITCH PRODUCTION) and he goes to panic mode and tries to get back but failed miserably, he wasn't in control enough to pull a Monika but he can how ever slowly realize that he is just a cartoon and everything and everyone he loved is just a figment of a non existent realty he's a part of the blood and flesh in him is not real and suddenly everything didn't seem to matter anymore since he's just Luke's self insert original characte- POOF he teleports to the digital eather aka taris and meggys special Oasis from western spaghetti there he meets a figment of Luke's imagination as weird as it sounds. Imaginary Luke said that one day there will be destruction across the multiverse and smg4s job was to document aus so that when it does happen they can just yeet them back to their universe So while smg4 was doing that the others were not doing so great, they are trying to survive the apocalypse of curpted memes since without smg4 the meme cycle is broken. they were meet with the currupted memes, Mario isn't allowed outside since he's way too important and if he gets currupted by the dead memes all of them are dead meat, meggy is having the time of her life finnaly getting the chance to go batshit insane and Tari is the only one keeping meggy is check, bob and melony was originally gonna switch personality's and smg3? well he is in absolute missery. The guy he loved hated went missing He has to fight his children (the dead and currupted memes) so that his (boyfriend's) friends are safe and EGGDOG IS CURRUPTING AND TURNING INTO A CURRUPTED MEME so yeah he ain't doing too great

anyways have fun! You better make good lore or I'll fire you (/j) -

Also and- *decends back too the 7th layer of hell*

[iblameashley]

Switching it up now. Some Ghost / 141 x Civilian.

Still gay AF though

SFW, I suppose.

Civilian | Male | Gay

Its not very funny. Im not very funny. I just thought it was cute.

(AU | Private Investigators)

Alex got hired at the 141 PI office six months ago. He basically acted as the secretary; answering calls and emails, filing reports, booking appointments and generally keeping the place up in running. He had quickly learned that coffee was a sin against nature at the office, and learned to make a mean Tea if necessary.

Laswell and Price ran the place, and were pretty chill overall. Under them was a man that went by 'Ghost' who spoke all of 6 words a day. People avoided him like the plague, when possible. Then there was Soap, Gaz below him. Finally Alejandro, Rodolfo, Nikolai, Farrah and Alex below them.

Unbeknownst to both Alex and Ghost... was the whole office was watching Ghost fail miserably at flirting, and enjoying every second of it. They had an internal group email to gossip about it.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell Ghost just came in to ask who the 'short little twat' at the desk was. Apparently Alex wouldnt let him in until he swiped his badge. Man is PISSED. I told him that 'twat' was doing his job. He left bitching about needing badges being a waste of time. Sent Alex a message, telling him good job.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Ghost told told Alex to "fuck off back to where-ever-the-fuck he flew in from" because Alex told him his report was incomplete and refused to file it. Ghost told him to 'do his job' and bring him a tea to the boardroom. Alex brought him a mug with cold water and tea leaves floating in it. He just said 'enjoy' and walked out. I fear for Alex's life.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap Ghost has been staring at Alex like... all day. He has barely moved from the doorway between the office and lobby. I asked him if everything was OK and he just told me to fuck off. I am currently fucking off far away from him.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz Guys, you will never believe this. I just saw Ghost in the lounge area on his laptop. You'll never guess what he was googling...

(Attachment)

From: Price Does that say 'How do you know if you're gay?'

From: Soap Poor bastard is the last one to know he's gay. Sad.

From: Laswell He has to come out on his own time, Soap!

From: Gaz Yeah, Soap. Stop being a dick.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap So remember a couple days ago when Alex said he thought he was being followed home? So we set up a cab to take him home for now?

From: Price Yes. Is he ok? Did something happen.

From: Soap Ghost bought him a taser. The lad is absolutely bewildered right now. He just handed him a taser and said "for safety"

From: Laswell Thats... kinda sweet? Dangerous, but sweet? Yes?

From: Gaz What, couldnt offer to walk Alex home personally?

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Ghost may have just given Alex a heart attack. He for sure gave him a concussion. Long story short: Alex was setting up some equipment for me. Ghost sneaked up on him and offered to help. It scared Alex so bad he bashed his head off the desk. Bleeding pretty bad. Ambulance is on its way.

From: Soap So THATS why he's moping around the lounge! Is Alex going to be OK?

From: Laswell With some counselling... we can only hope.

From: Price I spoke to Ghost about making his presence known more clearly in the future. He grunted and refused to make eye contact.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz Why is it always me who see's this shit?

(Attachment)

From: Soap Is he Googling 'how to tell someone you like them?'

From: Gaz LMAO. The first result was "tell them"

From: Gaz The laptop has been destroy. He threw it and yelled 'Tha's fuckin' shite' and stormed off. He came back to tell me to fuck off. Charming man.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell I think he's about to do it!

(Laswell shared a link) (Real-time Video of lobby)

From: Nikolai He's... just standing there. In front of the desk. Menacingly.

From: Alejandro This is a big step for him. Give him a moment.

From: Soap Alex looks terrified. Also... the swelling on his head has gone done.

From: Gaz He probably thinks he's having a stroke right now.

From: Laswell Fucking coward! He just said 'Tea?' and walked away.

From: Soap Alex looks so confused. 'does he want a tea? was he asking if I wanted a tea?' Poor lad.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Laswell, we may need to contact a lawyer. Ghost literally just tossed a full-grown man out of the lobby. Mind you, he was harassing Alex something fierce, but still... I can see a lawsuit coming our way.

From: Farrah Yes, Ghost! Defend Alex's honour!

From: Soap Knight in shining armour.

From: Gaz Emo-Skeletor to the rescue.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Alejandro Its happening! Finally! Its been weeks!!! Ghost has been waiting at the front door for an hour. Alex asked what he was waiting for and Ghost said he's going to walk him home. Too many incidents lately or some shite. Alex said he didnt have to. Ghost refuses to take no for an answer.

From: Soap Mah MAAAAAAAAAAN. FINALLY.

From: Price Ghost; don't fuck it up.

From: Gaz Y ou watch RuPaul?

From: Price Who?

From: Gaz nvm

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz I asked Alex about the walk home. ~Super~ awkward, apparently. Ghost wouldnt stop staring at him. Said almost nothing. Gave him a shoulder punch before he left. lmao, man has no game. Alex has no idea what is happening.

From: Price Understandable.

From: Farrah Should we tell Alex?

From: Soap Nah. It would ruin our fun.

From: Alejandro But it might clear the air between them! Alex has no idea what the fuck is going on.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap Any anime fans here?

From: Price No

From: Farrah Nope

From: Alejandro No

From: Gaz Obviously.

From: Soap Ghost has Alex against a wall enemies-to-lover-confession style.

From: Soap LMAO. He told Alex he pisses him off because he makes him think 'gay things' and 'he never had those thoughts before' He is so close to making the connection.

From: Soap Alex said 'my condolences' and slid away.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell So, Ghost was sent home today. He refused to go to the hospital.

From: Soap WTF happened?

From: Price Ghost got a little too close to Alex again, so Alex tazed him. Tazed him until he dropped to the floor. In his defense, Ghost was looming over him.

From: Gaz LMFAO. Ah, romance.

From: Laswell Alex is not going to press charges. Ghost really... cant. These chat logs alone are evidence against him.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price It only took 4 days, but Ghost finally apologized to Alex for scaring him. Again. Alex accepted his apology.

From: Price Apparently it only took being tazed for Ghost to act normal. He has officially asked Alex out on a date. Well... specifically he said 'I want to go to dinner with you. Do you accept?' and Alex nodded.

From: Price Tomorrow night, 7pm!

From: Gaz YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

From: Soap !!!!!!!!!

From: Farrah Nice. Bets on how long it takes to fuck it up?

From: Gaz At the door

From: Laswell Give him a chance, guys. He's doing his best as a closet gay disaster.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz The date was a week ago. Any one got any updates? Alex has said nothing about it.

From: Price Nothing

From: Laswell No word

From: Farrah We need an update!

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap (Attachment)

From: Soap He took his face mask off!!!

From: Soap (Attachment)

From: Soap: He KIsesd Alex@!)

From: Laswell [saves photo] lol. Keeping this moment.

From: Gaz HE DID IT!

From: Farrah Guys. I think he knows we know.

From: Soap Well, you did clap when he walked in and said 'took you long enough'

From: Price Is that why he's paralyzed with fear? In the lounge?

From: Gaz He's blue-screened on us.

From: Alejandro Maybe we can reboot him with a better personality?

From: Price Stop! Let him be happy... or whatever hes feeling.

From: Soap Hes gonna be feeling up Alex later tonight. ;)