#ur a real one anon

[hookliner]

I completely get the asexual boyfriend exception thing LMAO i describe myself as [his name]-sexual as a joke bc he is literally the only person I have any sort of attraction to. And unfortunately I have a pretty high drive naturally so its just. all directed at him, the poor guy. outside of him however? nope, dont understand it at all. everyone else is Just Some Dude to me

dude. for real.

the pretty high drive thing is also something i experience- every single fuckin horny ass thought is abt him and only him. like sorry doll ur the epitome of my libido <3

[valleyofgays]

H10 Fistfight with God for the forest elder?

KILL‼️

ask game here

[fatuismooches]

since the new event has a lot of books to collect it got me thinking about how there are a few achievements based off of book collections , it would be so cool if with dottore and playable reader that there were books on readers status like medical records , it could unlock an achivement and maybe even special dialogue for both of them based off of each record like when playable readers condition declined there could be dialogue of dottore being angry from traveler reminding him , but i can imagine playable reader thinking of them as nice keepsakes reminding them of how dottore hasn't and won't give up .

YES. I know it will never happen but I've always wished we could enter Dottore's lab, at least a section of it even if it's just one time. During his (and yours too, being a duo character and all) story quest, Traveler would be able to enter it and one of his offices, ultimately snooping around a bit (it was Paimon's idea, you don't get opportunities like this every day!)

In the beginning, they only find boring scientific and ancient texts, but with a bit of digging (surprisingly, it was simply laid out on his desk) they find a trove of Dottore's records on you - actually, it was only one book, but it was a huge one. The pair can only continue flipping through large portions of the pages, laying their eyes on things that definitely shouldn't be seen by them - words they don't understand, documentation on things from your physical exams to mental state, countless notes on the prototype cures and medicines he's tried to even forms he gave you to fill out, hell there's even pictures of you.

Naturally, they get caught in the middle of the act by Dottore, wholly unimpressed. Of course, he's unwilling to divulge any more information, and Traveler and their floating companion are left with more questions than answers at the end of the quest. They've looked at him from a one-sided point of view, simply put, an evil man who's done terrible things. But once they've witnessed the sheer amount of dedication to you, the way he talks about you, maybe, just maybe... a bit of understanding could be reached.

Although you aren't the fondest of these two prying into your medical history, at the same time they've done you a favor. Dottore doesn't always let you read his notes and records about you. You've suspected it's because he doesn't want you to read about the times your condition was significantly worse than usual or if there are lines where his feelings bleed over too much that he doesn't want you to see. Still, regardless of what he's written, it makes you feel glad to have a husband who cares for you this deeply, and even though there are many times you believe you'll be sick forever, his unfaltering determination is enough to keep you hopeful for now.

[temeyes]

Question for Elizabeth

Would your brother do cart wheels over rooftops? I'm asking very serious questions here hehe

Elizabeth: "why yes, yes he would."

[stewykablooey]

i can’t stop thinking about twitter in the succession universe. how if kendall’s bisexuality ever came out, even if not originally linked to stewy, it would take like an hour before the “kendall roy is no longer relevant” interview clip resurfaces with some qt like “this is what gay divorce looks like”. twitter detectives would have a field day working out the timeline.

kendall’s bisexuality would be the first twitter storm, three days in someone starts a rumor that kendall and lawrence yee had an affair and that the vaulter gutting was a lover’s quarrel and poor lawrence has to respond immediately to vehemently deny it. in the middle of all that someone digs up a photo of kendall and stewy in college with the caption ‘ground zero’ as a Joke that doesn’t even get a lot of traction until stewy retweets it, causing a second, bigger twitter storm that births a ‘Gays and Guillotines: Does Kendall’s Roy Queer Interracial Relationship Negate His Family’s Capitalist Legacy?’ think piece and a ‘wall street bros and alt-right heirs: a timeline of the worst bi rep since misha collins’ video essay goes viral. teenagers keep tweeting pap photos of kendall and stewy talking about how stewy is way out of kendall’s league with captions like ‘this is like when ellie goulding dated ed sheeran’ or ‘girls will be doing the most hair done beard sharp enough to kill a man smelling like a pine forest in spring and their boyfriends will show up in a baseball cap’

[yuwuta]

If megumi asked uzhsjdhshd omg I totally see it tbh him wanting you, but I don't think megumi would ever ask yuuji to share you, in any type of way at all. (not trying to push my own hc here!!) I feel like yuuji himself would be the one asking megumi. Yuuji knows that he's yours just as much as he knows you're his. And he loves you too much, a lot, it's purest type of love he has ever felt for anyone. And megumi is his best friend, he loves him just as much, right? Yes, not the same love between you and him ofc but yes. And I have no idea what they were doing but yuuji's just says, kind of out of the blue, that he'd let megumi fuck you. The reason being exactly cause he knows you're his, and you're just so so good that he needs to have someone to talk to (about you and always so respectfully) and who better that his best friend?

you’re opening the pandora’s box that is itfs + reader…. god….. 

okok i agree. if you’re dating yuuji, megumi would never ask, yuuji would be the one to bring all three of you together. definitely because he loves you and you’re his, and he loves megumi too, so it just makes sense that his two favorite people also get to have each other—but also, yuuji can tell megumi likes you, and he can tell you think megumi is attractive and since yuuji’s so nice, what kinder thing to do than to set you two up so he can watch (: he definitely enjoys being the mediator, also enjoys the somewhat awkward air between you and megumi, how yeah, maybe it’s a little taboo that the two of you are about to make out while you’re boyfriend watches, but yuuji likes that too… also he likes knowing that you both like him. like how lucky is he that his best friend and his girlfriend adore him so much :(( you two together makes so much sense in his head, because he talks to megumi about you, and he talks to you about megumi, and now, he can just pour all his love for both of you out at the same time

but also…. i’d like to think that yuuji’s maybe not so nice when it’s the other way around—when he and megumi get together first, and you’re megumi’s best friend. he’s not mean, but he does like to tease... how naughty of megumi to ask out yuuji knowing he’s still got a crush on you, and god does yuuji like to tease him about it :/ jerks him off and taunts about how he knows megumi’s dirty little secret—that he’s in love with his best friend and fantasizes not just about having you, but about watching his own boyfriend fuck you too… 

yuuji knows megumi would take his feelings for you to the grave if he could (he’d have done the same with his feelings for yuuji if yuuji wasn’t the one to ask him out), but where’s the fun in that! you and megumi are sooo cute together after all, so yuuji doesn’t mind trying to get you two to confess to each other too. uses his proximity to megumi to get closer to you, takes advantage of his bubbly disposition to be physically affectionate with you, uses megumi’s feelings to his advantage to tease, to wink, to smirk whenever you and yuuji hug a little longer, when he texts megumi that he’s meeting up with you for lunch, when he gives you his jacket and doesn’t ask for it back… there’s so much fun in watching megumi blush and whine and get off at the thought of his best friend and his boyfriend together. and the thing is, yuuji genuinely does like you, too, he sees what megumi sees in you, and he thinks megumi is crazy to have not asked you out before, but he supposes everything happens for a reason, because now, this way, yuuji gets to be there and watch it all happen under his guidance. there’s something about the power, about being the bridge between you two even though you and megumi have known each other for much longer, about being in control of a dynamic that could have, but wouldn’t exist without him…

[llondonfog]

in the twst handbook, it states that Sebek apparently laughs a lot. since he spends so much time with Silver, i like to headcanon that Silver is a lot more Silly™️ than he lets on to strangers (i mean, come on- both Aurora and Philip were fairly silly and lighthearted people, i dont see why Silver can’t at least have that part of their personalities)

so perhaps, if the three sentence fic meme is still open, maybe have Silver being joking and sarcastic in front of his classmates who are just. stunned because he never acted this way before HGDJAHSJ

sorry if this is oddly specific but i thought it was a cute prompt :D

In a different story, the prince dies before his time can even begin, a bloodstained cradle his only mark in a world that will never know his name.

In a different story, a boy grows up fanatic and flush on the heady poison of self-loathing, desperate for his place in a world unkind to the unusual.

Both such stories, tragedies as they are, exist; but in this story, the prince and the boy defy the curses and faults of their heritage, defy time and all of her cruelties, and defy the expectations of their wide-eyed audience as their heads bob together with the gaiety of blossoms in spring, a lop-sided smirk unfurling on the fair face of one as an undignified snort echoes from the other.

("It isn't decent," Sebek mutters and stoutly refuses to look in Silver's direction and acknowledge the other boy's quiet satisfaction, lips twitching helplessly. "There should be no possibility that Lilia's bawdy jokes sound even worse coming from you.")

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

song of the fic!! also lil warnin' this one kinda got outta my hands (WAY sadder than I meant it to be) so fair warnin'!! fic under the cut!!

There's a low, keenin' noise comin' from somewhere nearby. Meltin' into the sound the wind makes as it knocks the last fall leaves off the trees standin' centennial around the lot, already beat up 'n busted in, bark barely visible behind a hundred initials carved 'n scratched out 'n carved again.

Dallas tilts his head, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as they swept back 'n forth. The lots mostly barren. Someone's ditched joy ride, scavenged to parts by the midnight auto supply, hood popped 'n empty engine block gapin' like a mouth with a missin' tooth.

There's that goddamn noise again. Somethin' low 'n soft that pricks at Dallas' memory uncomfortably. He stuffs his hands deep in his pockets, pulls out the crushed Winston's 'n strikes the last match in the pack against the back of his St. Christopher.

The car shakes, the back door slammin' in the stiff breeze. A dog. The kicked kind. God, that's what it reminds him of. 'N then his stomach does a sharp twist 'cause he knows who that reminds him of too.

He turns on his heel, pulls his jacket tight around him, bites down on the cig 'n blows the smoke out his nose. Whatever.

The noise sniffles. Sharply. Makes a low little huff that makes Dallas pull up short so fast his teeth click together. He knows that noise.

A head appears in the car window, hair blonde at the ends 'n wild around his eyes.

Oh. Alright.

Before he can stop to think about it, he's crossin' back across the cement. Footsteps makin' a lonely, off-rhythm beat. He yanks the back door open harder than he means to 'n Pony yelps, starin' up at him with big, red-rimmed eyes.

He climbs in. Doesn't bother to say anythin'. Neither does Pony 'n for a moment they're both just tensed up against the unbearable weight of everythin' they ain't sayin'.

"You know," Dallas finally speaks 'n his voice is hoarse 'n thick in his throat, "your brothers are lookin' for you."

Pony bites down on his lip, presses his palms into his eyes. "Let 'em look."

Dallas swallows back the last fizzled end of the cig, lets it burn in the back of his throat, 'n tosses it out the busted-in window. "You don't mean that."

Pony doesn't answer. Just slumps down against the leather seat. It's got long gashes along the seams, like some long clawed thing had sunk into it.

They lapse back into silence. Dallas tosses his hair back from his eyes, keeps his head up, turnin' slowly so he can see every corner of the lot. There's an angry thrum somewhere under his wrists. Poundin' in time to his heart. He clenches his fists so hard blood pools on his palms, presses bloody hands to his jeans.

"Do you know what today is, Dally?" Dallas turns to look back at the kid. He's pressed against the door, knees to his chest, cheeks wet. He looks... younger. 'N older. Like grief.

"Yeah." Don't say it. Don't fuckin' say it.

"He'd have been seventeen by now. Y'know?" He knew.

Pony's voice sounds hollowed out. Like someone's opened his mouth, put the words in there 'n then closed it again.

"Yeah." Dallas goes for the cigarettes again, barely gets it to his mouth 'n suddenly realizes he's shakin'. "I know."

"Don't you have anythin' else to fuckin' say?" Pony snaps 'n Dallas flinches. Fuckin' flinches.

"The fuck do you want me to say?" He spits out. 'Cause if he doesn't he'll cry. 'N that's fuckin' stupid. 'N he's not doin' that.

"Sorry."

"I know." Pony fishes a pack of matches from the back of his too-big jeans. Hand me downs from Soda or Two or both, hands it to Dallas. Dallas nearly snaps it in two. "Me too."

"I just... miss him. Is all." Pony pulls his legs up somehow even further into his chest, caves around them. He drops his chin down, cradled between his knees 'n he looks like he did just over a year ago. Like some kid whose biggest concern was the holes in his jeans he had to hide from his older brother 'cause he'd told him not to bail down on his knees when he jumped off that shitty skateboard Two had probably stolen.

God. That was a hundred years ago. A thousand.

He'd come to Dallas. For some goddamn reason. Like Dallas had ever known what to do about a skinned knee. Like he'd ever be gentle enough for that.

"I-" 'N suddenly Pony's full weight is against Dallas' chest. Fingers diggin' into the front of his shirt 'n clawin' at his skin.

"It hurts. All the time. Does it ever stop? How do I make it stop hurtin'?" He's cryin'. Low, desperate sobs that leave him gaspin' for breath.

'N here's the thing. Dallas isn't... good with this. Bein' touched 'n holdin' 'n comfortin'. Dallas was carved with a switchblade 'n blunt nails that leave long searin' scars. He was made to die the kind of death that tabloids would rip apart in the front page margins. Never the kind of soft, diligent eulogy of a hood turned hero only when he was too far gone to know it.

Dallas was supposed to be dead.

But he wasn't.

'N Johnny was.

Pony wraps a hand around Dallas' bicep, clings to him like a goddamn life boat. Dallas bites straight through his cig.

Jesus. Everythin' was the wrong way up.

"Dally?" Pony tilts his head back, stops gaspin' for air 'n just peers up at him, tears still slidin' down his face.

"Yeah, kid." He doesn't know what he's doin'. But there's some instinct in him to wrap his arms around the kid 'n hold him as tight as he can. Somethin' he's never felt before. 'Cause Dallas is a rabid dog. 'N his only instinct is to bite.

But now he's got his forehead dropped down the to top of Ponyboy's head 'n he's holdin' the kid just as tightly as the kids holdin' him.

"Does it stop?" 'N Dallas doesn't need to ask him what he means.

Does it stop hurtin'?

And Dallas thinks suddenly of the year Pony had fallen off that bike 'n broken his leg 'n had sobbed 'n sobbed 'n Darry had held him 'n Soda had blocked his view 'n when Pony had asked is it supposed to look like that? Is it broke? Darry had looked over at Dallas all even 'n steady 'n sure 'n like he was tryin' to tell him a hundred things he couldn't understand. Yeah, hon. It's all fine.

"Yeah. Kid. One day it stops. One day you're gonna wake up 'n when you-" He stops. Swallows thickly. "When you think about him, it ain't gonna ache anymore."

He understood it now. Sometimes we lie. 'Cause it's kinder.

"When?" Dallas sighs, smooths Pony's bangs off his forehead.

"Soon." Maybe it's a good thing Dallas had always been such a good bluff.

He's not sure when he notices it exactly. That the kid's breath has evened out, his eyes fluttered closed. God. Even in his sleep Pony looks beaten down. Worry 'n heart ache chase him even into his dreams.

Dallas runs one finger over the wrinkles between his brow like he could get rid all that had put them there. He looks like Johnny. In his sleep. 'N wasn't that just funny.

"I miss you, man." There's a low noise from somewhere out in the lot. A noise Dallas would know anywhere. The soft sound Johnny made when he laughed. But when he looks up there's nothin' but the trees, droppin' their leaves 'n the initials J. C. carved into their bark.

'N he picks Pony up 'n thinks the kid doesn't eat enough 'n knows that Johnny's still there. Somewhere. Just beside him the whole walk to the Curtis home. Hoverin' in the doorway when four pairs of anxious eyes whip up.

Patterin' down the hall past the confused glances when Dallas carries the kid down the hall to his room. Leanin' on the door when he eases his shoes off.

Blockin' his way when he goes to leave.

'N when Dallas looks up 'n finds Darry in the hall, openin' an arm to him he doesn't stop to think that Dallas Winston was supposed to be tough. That he wasn't meant to let anythin' hurt him.

'N he knows Johnny's there. Urgin' him forward.

So he just presses his head down into Darry's chest 'n wishes he would lie to him. 'Cause that made it so much easier.

[artnerd1123]

“I’d wish you luck, but that always seems hypocritical, given I’m the one handing it out~” -- Lady Luck

(Profile undercut)

Name: Lady Luck Pronouns: She/Her (the capitalization is necessary) Gender/sexuality: girlboss god and whatever gets the most people in the door! Jokes aside She really doesn’t care to pursue any sort of relationship that isn’t having more people under Her thumb, so, big mystery, that one.  Species: god (specifically She is Fortuna, the roman god over the Wheel of Fortune) Height: taller than anyone else in the room Age: ~2079 (popped into existence in 55 BC) Occupation pre-dungeons: She really didn’t have one, She jumped on Her whole dungeons schtick VERY early on. She was siphoning power off of the roman colosseum/betting pools at first, using it to create Her own pocket dimension, which She’s grown in size/shape/etc through the years Dungeon wish: She IS the dungeons. If you were to ask Her for Her own wish, She’d just laugh. But it’s power. Always has been. To be able to stand among the “major” gods and bring them to their knees, make them grovel for Her, make them sorry for ever daring to laugh at Her and think Her weak. And man is She SWIMMING in power right about now. In Her pocket dimension, She is queen. Of EVERYTHING. Literally none of the other gods can oppose Her if they step in. So. Yay :) 

Fighting style: “a Lady doesn’t start fights, but She CAN finish them” but unironically. She goads people into throwing the first punch, making the first move, taking the first step, throwing the first stone. She digs Her claws into any flaw She can find and uses it to grind people to dust. Most of Her “fighting” is manipulation of the mental/emotional variety. “Luck” isn’t a physical concept, after all. But She does have enough power built up in Her little power dimension to physically ensnare things with Her smoke, which She can then use to throw/strangle/hit/etc etc others with, if She wants. Other than all that, there’s the obvious! Where She literally manipulates Her opponent’s luck so their hits never land/end up backfiring on them. Hard to beat someone who makes everything turn in Her own favor.  Strengths: extremely good at talking, to the point where She could charm a snake out of its own fangs and make lamb walk happily into its own slaughter. She’s got an EXTREMELY strong presence, which She leverages to Her advantage as a very effective intimidation tactic. She excels at subtle pushes, little words, tiny nudges to get things to go how She wants while seeming pretty hands off. And, to harken back to Her “wish…” She is all powerful in Her dungeons. She’s built up enough belief and terror in there to become an undeniable force of nature, like gravity. And outside? Oh, the world LOVES Her. She’s an aspiration, an idol, a success story people cheer on through the centuries. As a result there’s very little, if anything, that can touch Her in the dungeons. And since that’s where She stays, what strength doesn’t She have?  Weaknesses: Wouldn’t You Like To Know, Weathergirl :) from a more serious standpoint, though, She IS a god, and as such, is beholden to the same restrictions all the others are. Not only is She a god, She’s a MINOR god. Artificially inflating Her own power in the dungeons only goes so far. She has practically nothing if She steps outside. Luck isn’t a physical force, it isn’t something you can quantify, it isn’t something easy to define,  and at the root of it all, it’s not something everyone believes in. After all, what is a god to a nonbeliever?  Personality: Lady Luck is, above all else, a power hungry god. This informs everything She does, everything She thinks, everything She strives for. And She’s gotten damn good at putting on a show to get what She wants. She’s honed Her showman persona well, appearing coy and playful to Her audience while commanding an air of power and strength that nobody can really deny. In reality this translates to having a cruel iron grip on those around Her. The only reason She plays nice for the cameras is to lure more people in, and have a steady stream of positive belief streaming into the dungeons. She really doesn’t care what anyone thinks or feels toward Her. As long as they’re thinking about Her, She wins. She delights in finding the breaking point of others. The Lady relishes in watching others crumble, just to build them back up, and topple them again. She doesn’t care about anyone other than Herself. She’s quite vain, seeing Her actions as righteous in the face of the “ridicule” She faced early on from other gods. (Spoiler alert: nobody really bullied Her, She just thought the major gods were too smug and wanted to be one of them so so so very badly.) The Lady is extremely cunning and manipulative, patient when She needs to be, and ruthlessly efficient when She doesn’t. She’ll do anything to make Herself more powerful.  When it all comes down to it?  Everything is a game to Her. And She never, never loses.

[xdeewolfx]

About rambling on about your day at trww screening, I would love to hear about it!

anon i love u ..... i'll put it under a cut cuz this might get long winded i love talking thank u

SO i went to the uh, august 12th ? the real will wood screening in new jersey last year. i think it was the last of 3 or so shows that day so it was taking place later in the evening. i got there uh Way Stupid Early because i wanted NOTHING to go wrong (i have chronic bad luck). the nice people at the movie theater were very kind, they let me sit inside and wait cuz it was hot out, they chatted with me a bit, and were just generally really cool people. i sat in the theater lobby for a bit, saw there was a merch table cleared and waiting to be set up. i didnt approach cuz im not That Kinda Person but i was like omg, thats gotta be for trww screening right. some people would come and go out of the direction of trww theater, mostly helpers. but THEN, im sitting there and i see tall guy in hat walk behind the table, rummage around in a bag, and start eating a lil snacky snack. the lobby was kinda dark and im blind as a bat anyway so it didnt click for me in the moment. i tried not to stare, only glanced up a few times. but eventually he looked up too and i was like wait that is THE real will wood. i stayed calm and casual, he waved at me, and i waved back with a sorta exasperated "oh my god, are you will wood?" and he just laughed and nodded. i told him i was there for the 7pm showing, and he (SO very shocked) was like "oh- oh my god? i thought you were here for the matinee!"

so that alone was super fucking cool. i didnt try to keep him or nerd out too much cuz at the end of the day he is just like, A Guy. yeah i really like his music but i didnt wanna be a freak or anything. he walked off and im like keysmashing in the discord group chat to my friends. chris appeared a few times too, walked outside for a smoke or to take a call or whatever. i smiled at him a few times but didnt have any one-on-ones and again didnt wanna be weird and pull him away from what he was doing or whatever.

after a bit, will walks out of the theater and approaches me. he leaned in and whispered "you can just... sneak in, if you want" with like the sneakiest smirk and im like UH ! UH ! UHHH!!!! because holy fucking shit no way will wood himself just offered to sneak me into the showing before the one i paid for? i just thanked him and he walked off, i didn't end up sneaking in cuz i had VIP for my actual showing and didnt wanna risk being kicked out of the theater. i mean, im sure will would have had my back but i just did NOT wanna risk it yfeel.

those were kinda the last interactions i had before one of the theater guys told me i probably wanna go stand outside to line up because people were starting to show up for the show i paid for. super cool of him. he walked me outside and i stood at the front, met some very awesome people, chatted for uh idk how long. time was moving so weird i was so excited.

before the line got too long, i noticed will and chris were sitting on a bench a ways down and i was like shit. h. okay. want to interact, i want to get them each to draw a little doodle in this sketchbook i brought. told myself i'd get will to draw a little black cat (had a black cat named jynx that i love and adore and miss so dearly) and chris to draw a little black dog (had a black lab named Q who i also love and adore and miss so dearly) and i knew this was my chance. sure i could do it at the meet-and-greet part of the vip experience i paid for but like. i knew there'd be a line of people and they'd want to expedite the process so i just went for it. i waited for a good window where nobody else was around so they wouldnt be overwhelmed. i, probably in the most sopping wet of a man way, shyly walked up and excused myself, asked if i could talk to them, to which they were both super cool and chill with it. i thanked them for their time, asked them if they could each draw what i was thinking of. will took the marker first while i explained why a black cat was so important and significant to me, and he listened with such genuineness.

i asked will if i could possibly get this tattoo'd one day, and he said “now i’m going to let you know. maybe some day i’ll strip down naked and run down the street saying slurs. so i might be CANCELLED some day. and if you have this on your body you will be called out on twitter. just so you know” which, funniest fucking response ever. what a fuckin king.

after that, i asked chris to draw a lil dawgie. he was much less enthused about having to draw but he DID it, he did like a step by step narration as he drew, ("how did I manage to make it look like a dick and a vagina at the same time") i told him he was doing great and got a very nervous "dont PATRONIZE me!" but it was all in fun and we all got a really good laugh out of that too i think. all in all both REALLY funny guys and good sports.

after that i thanked them both profusely and walked back to my spot in line. i met and chatted with even MORE people until the actual lineup for the show began. will opened the door and ushered us all in, this time in a different theater than the one he was in earlier in the day. this one was past the merch table, i kinda just walked straight past it to the theater because they werent even selling things yet, just getting things set up. everyone else behind me seemed to linger though, so i kinda just like. stood in the doorway of the theater nervously, not knowing what to do.

will walked up and asked me what was wrong, i told him i was nervous and didnt want to go in there by myself since nobody else was following. hes like, "awh, you're not alone! we'll go in there together" to which i knee-jerk replied with "omg we're besties." not the worst thing i could have said but i did feel quite silly, its alright tho he laughed so hopefully it wasnt like. too awkward LMAOOO.

chris was already in the theater waiting, will told me to sit anywhere so i just kinda sat directly at the front (later i'd learn that i picked the seats directly behind chris and will, pretty neat). some announcements were made as people started filing in, then the VIP part started. i once again was first in line, i didnt really have anything more to say or do besides take a picture with them and get them to sign the drawings they'd done earlier. when i popped open the book for chris to sign his dog, he just "jesus i hate looking at this thing". jokes on you chris i love looking at it. its hanging on my wall riiight now. probably wont get it tattoo'd (sorry) but its okay he begged me not to anyway.

i felt kinda silly and im kicking myself for it a bit, but after this photo chris was like "thanks for comin out and supporting us," and then sorta paused like he expected me to fill in the blank and say my name (in hindsight i realized i. NEVER told them my name.) but i was too jittery and overwhelmed by all the people behind us so i just smiled and walked off. i know they probably wouldnt have remembered my name anyway cuz they met so many people that day but, its like damn ! what if !

i went and got popcorn after that and just watched as people filed in and got pics with will n chris, told nice stories and gave gifts, then it was time for the screening itself. before they shut off the lights, will ran down the isle giving everyone high fives, starting with me since i was right at the front. SO fuckin cool.

the rest of the show was just, ykno, watching The Real Will Wood and sometimes getting gags or commentary from chris and will. at one point, when the song 2012 started playing, a guy next to me shouted the loudest "FUCK!" in time with the song. this got will to sit up and slowly turn around with a puzzled look, then he just "nice man" and gave the dude a high five. there was also a funny gag where someone pulled out a lighter and waved it all slow concert-style to Bones, so naturally everyone else pulled out their phone flashlights and it lit up the entire fuckin theatre. will and chris both turned around and just “jesus fucking christ” because it was SO GODDAMN BRIGHT. theres actually a pic of me doing the flashlight thing from will's instagram story LMAOO, i was honestly in a decent amount of his story shots (im the one in the orange shirt). pretty neato.

i didnt get any videos or pictures during the show itself because 1. its a movie. duh. but also cuz my phone was like, RAPIDLY losing battery and i could not risk it dying in case of an emergency. thats alright tho, im okay with the memories of that being in my brain :]

after the show, chris and will thanked everyone and we all sloooowly filed out to the merch table. since i was at the front of the theater, i was one of the last ones out, but thankfully i got the merch i wanted. bought a tshirt and a few albums. met a few people in line that i still talk to every now and then. at the very end, again since i was one of the last ones to the merch line, chris and will were just hanging out thanking people and saying goodnight. since the picture from in the theater kiiinda sucked lighting wise and was a little blurry, i asked if i could take a selfie with them. they were both really cool about it, i thanked them yet again, and then i was off. i sat in a corner charging my phone while i waited for an uber, and that was the day done :]

thank you for letting me ramble, anon, i love thinking about this day. i have chronic bad luck but everything was going right for once and im so thankful for it. i'd love to meet chris and will again some day, they are such genuine and nice people

[bonefall]

As a big sibling with a lil sib with epilepsy, when they read TBC they Honestly thought if they got struck with lightning reciting the lord's prayer they'd be cured like Shadowsight is from their epilepsy. I had a discussion with them on how that's not how it works, but ge was so upset they took it away from Shadowsight that he hasn't picked the books back up and has stated that 'he hopes Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.,'

I do not even know how to respond to this besides saying that your little sibling is 100% right to be pissed and I now also hope Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.

[mishy-mashy]

Does En have some kind of anxiety disorder? How do you think?

I don't think so. I think he's just faint at heart. I already talked about why he's a product of his time, quick to always run when faced with danger. Rather than anxiety, it's just survival instincts with En

The post in question

He doesn't panic until his life itself is threatened. He let Midoriya run around and do his thing, and whenever he appears as a vestige to advise Midoriya, he's not anxious or anything. He's just telling Midoriya his own limits, which is pretty in-line with how En views himself: he always talks about his limitations as a weak Quirk.

It was just facing AFO and the threat of being stolen we see him lose his cool. AFO probably sparks some bad memories and trauma in En, considering he just turned to run and got sawed in half by the guy that killed his Banjo-senpai (who some vestiges openly admit has a great, really useful Quirk).

If AFO could get Banjo, he could definitely get En, who's weaker than Banjo in. Everything really. Mind, Quirk capability, physical strength, etc.

To reiterate something in the first paragraph: it's not anxiety, it's survival. En's behavior is more like a prey animal than a predator. Even Banjo, when pressed against a wall (they can be stolen), panics.

But other than that, the two are pretty composed and view their Abilities as tools in their arsenal. Banjo views his as good for capture and mobility (both moving around and wrapping himself up), and En uses it to obscure vision and thinks about the cover's use.

Notably, Shinomori didn't panic when he saw AFO's looming hand. The only ones to freak out that AFO could reach them were Banjo and En, two city boys from when society was still ruined and trying to collect itself. The only two active wielders AFO managed to get his hand on to steal OFA. The others aren't as panicked.

[theloveinc]

Shinsou "I dont know why she's into me either" Hitoshi

ALWAYS on his "am shy and humble or actually just cocky" shit because sometimes this means he's holding your palms in his hands and getting all watery-eyed because he thinks you're WAY too good for him ... and other times it means cheers-ing someone when they get snotty about how you're out of his league.

They're trying to piss him off, meanwhile he's just raising his glass an tipping a shot back, kinda smirking, all: "cheers, I'll drink to that!" (then going home to make sure you aren't about to leave him--as if he doesn't have ROCK HARD ABS he wants you grinding against every night. why would you ever give that up????? adjflakdhj)

Not to mention all the times Denki asks him how he managed to score you and Shinso genuinely goes blank and has to take 20 minutes to ponder it too:

[dreamofbecoming]

damn

[flowerwebs]

were you in some asian lit server thing on discord during 2020ish? 😭 i have a vague memory of having a very brief conversation with you about dante where you said you read the whole divine comedy as a kid because you liked supernatural and i remember being really impressed... but i'm not sure if that was you or somebody else

HI OMG I WAS…2020 is a blur to me mostly but holy shit it was for some aesthetic ya blog. im glad (and a bit surprised) you remembered me !!!! i was on a bunch of discord stuff out of covid boredom and the memories are insane lowk even tho i barely use it now — i did read the whole of the divine comedy in 6th grade not just bc of a supernatural au fic i obsessed over the time but bc a video essay i watched told me that virgil and dante were gay for each other and i wanted to see the context 😭 im out of that heavily tumblr subculture-induced fandom phase now but participating in it was fun ngl

[lily-alphonse]

What are your favorite fanfic tropes out of curiosity!

WHAT A LOVELY ASK dang the asks are making my day today

Rivals to lovers. RIVALS TO LOVERS (I screech like an insane person) I could also say enemies to lovers but I default to saying 'rivals' because booktok gets angry about the use of 'enemies to lovers' if its not laid out just-so. Idk, that's a whole other story. But I love banter. I love bickering. I love two people intimidated by each other's skill and trying not to show it. I love people who loathe each other finding similarities in the other person and having an Oh No moment.

Comrades in Arms / Any hypermasc activity. Knights. Cowboys. Racecar drivers. Soldiers. Anywhere there is a lot of macho men I am looking for two hot boys to make kiss, sorry not sorry. Extra points for internalized homophobia.

Childhood trauma. I go wild for angst but I wanted to give a specific flavor if we're talking tropes. Everyone has to have a traumatic past I eat that shit up. 'I cant be with you because [traumatic past]' 'I love you despite your [flaws] and [traumatic past]' RRRRAAAAAAAAA

Hurt/Comfort. Bandaging wounds. ESPECIALLY with sexual tension, and the person being cared for hating to appear weak. Or arguing and making up. ESPECIALLY if it ends with an explosive makeout after screaming at each other. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE

Do those count as tropes? I hope so. Trope-adjacent maybe. If you squint there are tropes in there. Thank you for the ask, anon!