#victim just feels like exploding these kids with their mind

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anyway. the idea of the selkie!au CG baffling and deeply concerning the other hollowheads by calling selkie!alan 'dad' will never not be funny to me.

[strangersteddierthings]

Bad News First, Eddie

Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇FInal Part

"Bad news first, Eddie," Steve sighs as he leans back on his heels, cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other. "They vandalized your headstone again. Good news, I beat Wayne out here so he won't be seeing it."

It's been over a year since they'd had to leave Eddie behind. He'd been cleared of the murders. That had been the easy part, since the Upside Down had exploded out into the Rightside Up. When Vecna started killing people it had been pretty easy for people to realize Eddie was just another victim.

Or so Steve had thought.

Eleven saved them all, the people of Hawkins knew the truth, yet Steve still found graffiti on Eddie's grave.

Eddie's grave is empty, because Eddie's body hadn't been recovered. Too much had happened, no time to mount an expedition to retrieve it, and the gates were closed. Another regret Steve lives with.

Like not taking Eddie's face between his hands and looking him dead in the eye when he told them not to be heroes.

Late at night, Steve sometimes imagines he did just that. Looked him dead in the eyes and said, "there is no shame in running, in living to see another day. Don't be a hero because I need you to be okay tomorrow."

Robin says it's not good for his mental health, these what-if scenarios, but so what?

Steve isn't sure what started it but coming out here to talk to Eddie seems to help him clear his thoughts. He always starts with the bad news, Eddie's voice in the back of his mind. Bad news first, always.

The first time Wayne had caught him out here, Wayne thought he was vandalizing. Had scared Steve half to death being yanked back violently by his upper arm. It didn't take Wayne long for his eyes to process that Steve wasn't holding paint.

"You know my boy?" Wayne always spoke in the present tense about Eddie.

"Not as well as I would have liked, sir," Steve swallowed thickly. It was the start of a friendship, of sorts. Wayne seemed happy to have someone to tell stories about Eddie to, and Steve was happy to learn about Eddie.

Months pass and Steve goes every week.

"Bad news. The new guitarist is mediocre at best. Good news. Corroded Coffin lives on and they finally got a new guitarist."

"Bad news. Robin will not shut up about Vickie. Good news. Robin got that date she wanted."

"Bad news. Wayne had an accident at the plant. Good news, he's okay. I think... this might be weird to you, but I've convinced him to move in, at least until he's healed fully so he's not alone. He's staying in the downstairs guest room. Not that you know where that is. You've never even been to my house... bad news, you've never been to my house. Good news, I really wish you had."

So it goes. Wayne Munson moves in and never moves out. Steve's parents call once, to ask if he wants the house. Steve says yes.

Shortly after, Robin takes a room upstairs. Says she gonna take a year off school before college. The Party moves their dnd games to Steve's giant dining room table. His house is always full but part of Steve feels empty.

"B-bad news," Steve forces the words out around the lump in his throat, "I found out too late. Good news, I'm bisexual. Bad news, good news? I don't know man, the news is I could have loved you. I think I do, but that's the you Wayne and the kids tell me about, so who is to say really."

So it goes.

"Bad news. They're seniors this year, Eds. Seniors! Robin going away to college was bad enough. I don't know if I'll even know how to function when they do. 'Cause they're gonna, you know? They're smart. Too smart to stay in this town," Steve is crying, can feel the tears falling, but doesn't stop them. "I know I should go, too. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. But I can't leave. Wayne's here. You're here. And if I go, who will look after either of you?"

"Bad news. College acceptance letters have come in. They're not even graduated yet. This should be good news, but, heh, friends don't lie."

"Bad news, Eds. I can't remember your voice. I didn't think.... I feel like I remember it but I can't hear it. I want to hear it. I-i need-" Steve doesn't know what he needs, doesn't know how to end that sentence so he just sobs, fingers burying themselves into the dirt of an empty grave.

Wayne gets a phone call one day and says he's gotta go back to Tennessee. Eddie's father -that rocks Steve because while he knows Wayne was Eddie's uncle, he never connected that a father was somewhere out there- Eddie's father, Wayne's younger brother, needs him.

Steve drives Wayne to the airport in Indianapolis. Wayne promises he'll return but Steve won't hold him to that. This is family, and as much as Steve pretends, he isn't Wayne's nephew. Isn't Wayne's family.

As Wayne disappears onto his flight, Steve is left hollow. There's no one left in Hawkins that needs him.

"Bad news, Eds. I think I'm a danger to myself. I keep having these thoughts... like how easy it would be to drive my car into the quarry. Or just slip into the pool and take a deep breath. I don't know who I am, or how to be me, without someone needing me."

Wayne calls and tells him he's coming home. Bringing a guest if that's ok. Steve says okay because he needs to meet the man who taught Eddie how to hot wire a car but not play catch. Also, he hopes to hear Eddie in his voice when they speak.

"Bad news, Eds. I'm too much of a coward to meet your old man. Afraid of what he'll sound like. Because I want him to sound like you so fucking bad it hurts. So instead of being home, I'm hiding here."

And then, a miracle happens.

"Well, I've some bad news for you, too, Stevie. I got my voice from my mom."

[kelin-is-writing]

Some of you… Guys… who lack empathy and overall emotional intelligence, kinda love to run your mouth waaaaaay too much and end up saying things that make 0 sense. This fandom is also waaaaay too comfortable with victim blaming Rei and Touya for everything that has happened to the Todorokis while Endeavor gets away with it, for no reason at all at that.

“OhHh BuT hE fElLs SoRrY fOr EvErYtHiNg He DiD”

I’m going to be completely honest with you all: I don’t give a flying fuck that he’s now swimming in his sorrows. He better be drowning in them actually. Because there’s a consequence to everything we do. ALWAYS. Besides, if he was going to feel ohh so sorry about what he did to his family, then he simply shouldn’t have done none of it to begin with.

He can’t go on fill his child like a balloon the way he did and then expect said balloon to not explode after he had blew way too much air into it. That’s egotistical.

You also can’t buy your wife (who was still a minor at the time), have her pop out kids like she’s some kind of kids machine for your greedy needs and even force two of them on her before you go ahead and start physically and mentally abusing her, then expect for there to not be any repercussions on your family’s relationships.

Blaming a kid who got his whole life and being manipulated and then gaslighted by his own father, who remembered he indeed had an eldest son only when it was too late, and a woman who was sold to a greedy, egotistical, egocentric, narcissistic and selfish man when she was a kid who had one option worse than the other (We all know that the Himuras ain’t any more sane than Endeavor) is so weird guys, please.

Touya was treated like a human weapon by his own father, who as soon as he saw no more use in him and his quirk just casted the kid aside (which was before Natsuo was even conceived btw). So where’s the favoritism in this? Where? Because I can’t see it anywhere, no matter how hard I look for it. And why is that? Because there’s none. So you lot can stop being delusional about this topic, ‘cause it doesn’t stand up not even if you force it. You can’t erase the manipulation (into making him think he could become the #1 Hero, surpass All Might for his father and be the strongest) and then the gaslighting (telling him he can’t do any of that anymore since his quirk won’t permit it, telling Touya he should give up on his dream because it will never happen after Endeavor ingrained all that into his mind) just like that, then call all of this favoritism. Do you all even know what favoritism is? Or you just find out words on the Internet, ignore completely their meaning, and run with them blindly? Because I am bewildered by how some of you guys be coming on here to just say anything… Touya got failed by his parents and his siblings, because he was ignored and neglected by his siblings as much as he was by his parents (Shoto excluded because Endeavor was busy grooming him this time around) but none of you guys even call them out on Touya going through all of that alone, for some reason, while being okay with what Natsuo and Fuyumi told him as soon as they got into the battlefield. Like they ain’t bad siblings too and Endeavor wasn’t the reason they all lost each others as a family, literally do not piss me off I beg. I’m firmly convinced some of you guys pick and choose who you defend in the Todofam, but like… Everything you guys say makes no sense? It just shows me that some of you lack, as I said at the very beginning of the post, empathy and emotional intelligence. Which is sad.

You all can say “We’ve all gone through hard times alone” as much as you want, but that is not normal at all, towards any time of relationship but especially towards family. It’s not healthy and it can hurt a person a lot, making them close in themselves and when it starts to hurt from the inside the moment you stop getting all of the pent up stress inside it’s no good at all. And for the record, Touya (or just anyone) venting or opening himself to Natsuo about what he’s going through it’s not trauma dumping. It’s never trauma dumping if you genuinely care for someone (clarifying this before any of you emotional ignorant peoples come at me about this 🫠). So Natsuo and Fuyumi being in all of this too shouldn’t be used as an excuse for pushing their brother’s concerns and feelings under the rug, families are supposed to go through these type of situations as a family if they want to keep living happily as such, but they remembered this after one of them died and their youngest sibling was being still raised as a fighting machine by their abusive father. So, mind you, but they all (except Shoto) owe Touya some big ass apologies written down on a letter with tears if I gotta be honest.

As for Rei; she became a mother young, went through a lot all alone because mind you Mr. Husband was waaaaay too busy trying to groom their son into a Hero machine that could beat someone he is incapable of beating (Because a nullity will always be a nullity after all, even when becoming a #1 after the former #1 retirement, if they insist on projecting ofc) to help and guide his young and inexperienced wife through a wedding like theirs. How was she supposed to not lose her mind after being sold, neglected, beaten up, verbally abused, forced to pop out kids like a gachapon, seeing her fourteen years old son lose himself into the void because of his father and then he dies too, without never getting love nor affection from his father (the one he looked up to) the way a kid wants, needs and is supposed to get which is something I’m 100% sure led her to depression. You all diminish too much the grief a mother feels when she loses her kids. There’s much a mother, a human, can handle; and for Rei it got to a point where every trace of Endeavor disgusted her so much her whole body rejected his entire existence leading her to a mental breakdown. One that was due to come earlier if we think about it, but she was strong enough for her remaining kids until she couldn’t do it anymore. What she did to Shoto is wrong, I know and I acknowledge, but she’s a traumatized person who sees her abuser everywhere she goes because, unfortunately, it’s the person she was forced to marry. She apologized to Shoto right away, because she was still mature and sane enough to recognize her mistake right when it happened.

But Endeavor’s ego is so big that it took him his eldest son nearly blowing everyone up and becoming a walking torch before he finally apologized to the whole family for his wrong doings of 10 years prior. Which is crazy to me.

So I’m gonna need you all to stop erase Endeavor’s wrongdoings and try to gaslight the whole fandom into blaming Rei and Touya for the mistakes of someone else, because they’re the biggest victims in all of this shit.

That being said, hope y’all get well soon 🫶🏻💜

[bosinclairsgff]

Cock warming with Otis Driftwood

Warnings: NSFW

A/n THIS FEELS WRONG TO POST. Also first ever smutty fic, give me a break 🙄🫶🏻

Otis hadn’t given you any attention all day. He was busy doing one of his projects and messing with his newest victim. All day he’s barely said two words to you. All you wanted was just a tiny bit of his attention, that’s not to much to ask for right?

Making your way to his work area you found him sitting down and drawing something at his desk. “Otis?” You stand beside him looking down fiddling with your hands. He says nothing but lets out an annoyed sigh. “Are you really busy?” You ask. He throws down his pencil, scooting his chair back slightly. “What does it fucking look like y/n!” Otis yells. “I’m sorry….I just want to be near you. I need you.” You look up at him, making eye contact. Otis notices you squeezing your thighs together. He says nothing for a moment, just rolls his eyes. “Fuck. Fine you can sit on my lap but you make the slightest bit of noice or move at all, I’ll gut you like a fucking pig.” He says in a dark tone. You happily nod and slip your pants off in one swift motion. Otis slides his already hard cock out of his pants waiting for you to take your seat. Straddling his thighs and gripping his shoulders, you lower yourself onto him. Having to bite your lip to hold back a moan. He lets out a shaky sigh. “Remember one fucking peep and your dead.” He whispers into your ear. You nod frantically.

Otis continues to work on his art. A few minutes pass by and you slightly shift in his lap. His hand’s immediately grip your waist, so tight you know bruises will form. “I..I’m sorry Otis I didn’t mean to!” You try to explain. “You think I’m fucking kidding bitch? You think just because I have a soft spot for you I still won’t gut you like some worthless pig?” He spits out. You let out a whimper knowing you couldn’t last much long just sitting sit. “Please let me move, please I need you Otis.” You whisper. He considers what you say for a moment. Without warning he lifts you up slightly then pulls you back down roughly. You let out a gasp. “What did I say about making noise.” Otis says. You bite your lip to quiet yourself. He continues his attack on you, thrusting upwards and helping you find a rhythm. You can feel yourself getting close, biting your lip so hard you draw blood. Otis’s breath was starting to pick up and he was getting sloppy with his thrusts. He pushes you off him, only to press you down on his desk. It’s cold on your tummy. He warms you up though by entering you again in one quick movement. Going a brutal pace you can feel yourself about to explode. Again, he gets sloppy, you know he’s about to cum. “Come on mama cum with me.” He grunts. Just as he says that he pushes deeply into you and you both cum together.

Otis stay there for a moment, hunched over you. After that though he lets go of you and pulls out. You let out a whine not wanting to be empty. “Get the fuck out of here now I’ve got work to do. I know you don’t know what that’s like. You don’t do shit.” He barks out. Normally you’d be hurt but you were so fucked dumb it didn’t even register in your mind that he was being mean.

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the fact is izuku managed to save tenkos soul his body was too far gone due to what afo done to him and the damage in his mind lets be real here if toga and tenko had lived they would have been put in prison for their tragic pasts don't change the people they killed and the fact their identities were well known

Look dude - come closer, come sit down next to me. Lets talk.

I'm not sure how to explain that this is a fantasy story. That means that it doesn't have to reflect our current world 1:1, which has flawed systems. Storied aren't biographies. You can tell the difference between reality and fantasy, yes? I hope so. If your mom let you borrow her phone so that you can get on Tumblr to talk to me, then maybe you can have her explain if you're still confused by the time I'm through with you.

If you're using this argument for why the villains who were humanized by the author had to die cruel deaths in a story that preached about giving people Second Chances, then I'm led to believe that you also believe that Bakugo surviving his exploded heart was realistic. And that's completely unrealistic, just in case you're not sure.

There were a lot of unrealistic aspects to this story, including the part about people having superhuman abilities like creating explosions from their palms and making things float. Those abilities aren't real either, just in case you are confused. You might have picked up this story and thought it was an autobiography or a history textbook, so I advise that you ask your mom to take you to the library and talk to a librarian about the differences between literary genres.

Now - hold on to your seat, this is why I had you sit down; this next part is going to be really perplexing to you if you believe quirks are real - stories are usually used with the purpose of conveying a message, of exploring our Humanity and to experience of some kind of catharsis or emotion using our imaginations. You know the story about The three little pigs? That are also unrealistic, but it serves a purpose - it teaches little kids about perseverance and working hard. The first two little pigs didn't want to put in the effort to make a solid house, so they paid for it in the end with their lives. Do we live in the world where wolves literally come knocking on our doors trying to eat us? No, but we do live in a world where it's important to persevere and work hard. Disney's The Little Mermaid also isn't real, because Mermaids Don't exist, but it dealt with very real human experiences that we all deal with such as feeling out of place in the world, our identity, etc.

So, you can see that authors use fantasy stories to explore very real human emotions, social issues, what have you. BNHA starts off like that too. The very first words are exactly, "people are not all born equal", and it goes on to tell the story of a teen who's basically considered disabled because he's different. He's bullied, discriminated against, and he deals with very real human experiences such as disregarding authority to go after a friend he really cares about because he felt it was the right heroic thing to do, experiencing death (Night eye, Midnight), dealing with abusive parents (Endeavor) and comforting abuse victims (Shouto, Eri.)

These characters are not real, but they go through very real human experiences. These are real world issues.

You're still following me, right? Characters and stories aren't real, but their issues usually reflect real life issues.

All right. Not that we've established that stories often and talk about real world problems that we experience in everyday life, let's talk about how authors can approach these topics. It's all about using different Tools in your writing to convey your message.

Let's go back to my example with the Three Little Pigs. The moral of the story, the message, the theme, is that hard work pays off. If you slack off, you're possibly putting yourself in danger. But what if the last little pig's house had fallen down anyway despite his hard work? What if the wolf had eaten him anyway? Then the moral of the story is no longer that hard work pays off. The moral of the story is that no matter how hard you work, sometimes things just don't work out the way you imagined or planned.

Okay - so, which one of these morals is more realistic? That your hard work always pays off, or that sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you fail? I'm not sure where you are in life, but it's the second one. It's true. Sometimes no matter how hard you work, life fucks you in the ass without prep. People go to college with the aspirations of becoming medical doctors and can't get into med school no matter how many straight As, perfect grades they get. They worked hard, yet they didn't achieve what they wanted. Many families have a two income household but still can't make ends meet because of unexpected expenses such as medical bills, car accidents, deaths etc. You could be the world's most safe driver and still die in a car accident because of someone else's negligent driving.

That's the harsh reality of life. Does that mean that the moral of the Three Little Pigs story is wrong? No. It's a story and it teaches a really important lesson about resilience and survival. In a perfect world in that story, hard work always pays off. That's comforting to adults and helps little kids understand the importance of persevering and working hard. Those are good qualities to have.

Sometimes a storys themes and messages don't align with the readers personal views of the world but that doesn't mean the writing is bad. You could even have a moral disagreement with the themes presented in a story but have the writing still be good writing. For example, I personally don't agree that hard work always pays off. But in reference to The Three Little Pig, when it's a story for little kids, I agree that the writing fits. If I were the author of The Three Little pigs, I would make the theme be, "it's always good to work hard, but if your dreams don't come true then that's okay." I would write a story about all the pains of working hard and meeting failure but then overcoming it and being happy anyway in the face of failure. The story's theme would be resilience, not about hard work always paying off.

But the Three Little Pigs isn't like I just decribed, so do I think it's bad writing? No, because the theme of the story matches the conclusion .

This is where My Hero Academia fails. The beginning of the story, all the messages about giving people Second Chances , fall flat. It presented a highly nuanced issue that's very real to the world we're living in about reforming criminals and getting to the core of understanding criminal behavior. The story presented itself like it would address this issue with societal change... and instead it gave us superficial change such as holding hands with victims who appear to be blameless and morally pure like Eri and that new mysterious crying boy who is literally nameless.

The issue with that is that it's really naive. A lot of times, people who break the law, people in need - mentally ill people, the sick, the poor aren't perfect victims. I work in a hospital and a lot of the people who seek treatment REFUSE to heed the doctor's medical opinion. Does that mean that they deserve to die? No. Does that mean I should give up on them? No, I'm going to educate.

Following the logic of BNHA though, you would give up on these people. The suicidal person who's about to jump off the bridge? Well, if they don't take your hand willingly, then why should you keep trying to save them? The crying boy at the end is only saved because he took the grandma's hand. What if he had pushed her away? If he had, the story's logic says that he deserves whatever is coming to him. And of course this is a more nuanced topic than I'm portraying it to be - victims and people in need also have a role in helping themselves, but this story makes it seem like they get only one chance and they're doomed if they don't take it. Which is literally a message that the story presents through Endeavor and Gentle and La Brava: people deserve second chances. But only specific people, according to the story. It teaches you that not all people are born equal. Which is literally what the story set out to disprove.

Do you see how the math isn't mathing?

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hello! I hope you are doing well, I have an idea, feel free to ignore but I hope you like it.

Yandere Male Deliquent x GN Ex Bully

Like he tried to make them explode and being their “true self”, because in the past, when they were younger, they defend him and he became a delinquent just to see them again.

Sorry if my English is bad.

Bye!

YAN! DELINQUENT OC x GN! EX BULLY! READER

Also your English great anon! Dw about it.

AAAAAAA I’ve meaning to do more Yan! Delinquent recently anon!! You read my mind. For those new to my account. I already have a Yan! Delinquent OC named Mori Ban (see tag: hns.moriban) who was the first to really blow up from my yan! ocs. I always loved this trope with yan stories hhh

tw/cw: DDNE, mention extreme bullying, assault, and harassment. (brought out my trauma for this one). i imagine reader to be amab/masc for this one but there are no explicits allusions to that.

Uttering the name [L/N] [Y/N] was enough to strike fear in the hearts of men. Literally and figuratively speaking, your voice was enough to make even the highest of authorities piss their pants. Not only were you capable of destroying a person’s physical body with your very own hands, you were able to dismantle everything from their relationships and reputation to their financial situations in life.

People predicted you to grow up and become an even more menacing, ruthless person. You had the potential, and with the way you were it was simply the natural trajectory.

But like you always did, you broke everyone’s expectations.

You were like the delinquent version Serena Van Der Woodsen. Mindlessly strutting in as if you hadn’t put several companies to bankruptcy because the owner’s kid looked at you the wrong way. Nonchalantly eating your lunch in the same vicinity of your old victims as if you hadn’t shoved their face into the toilet as a way to pass time. Cheerfully waving at the student council president as if you hadn’t constantly blackmailed and assaulted them for several years just so they’d do your homework and projects. No one was safe from you. You had no code. As long as you felt like it, any life could be destroyed.

Standing opposite to your current path was Mori.

He used to be the punching bag of your lesser goons. Known for being weak and poor, only good for his academic excellence.

He grew up to be almost as fearsome than you. Where-areas you were coldblooded, revelling in the pain you brought upon others. He was a lot more morally guided. Sure, his enemies often suffered worse fates physically, but he wasn’t like you in the way he picked his battles. He only brought hell to those that deserved it. Those that hurt other people first.

And then there was the way he treated you.

You technically belonged to the category he dealt with. You ruined dozens, maybe even hundreds or thousands of lives in a whim. You were the devil in a pretty suit of skin. Despite your lack of hostility nowadays, you never apologised or took accountability, never attempted to atone for your mistakes. The only reason why others haven’t confronted you about it was because of fear. They didn’t want to potentially anger you and set off a bomb.

But Mori? Mori could handle you.

After all, he dedicated his whole life to being your equal; serving you, aiding you.

In fact, he was just so disappointed to see you this way. All disgustingly docile and horridly disciplined. What kind of monster tamed you to be like this? Mori chuckled at the thought. No one but him can match you. You must have started behaving yourself for the sake of appearance. All of this was just a façade. If you had truly changed you would have begged for forgiveness to those you’ve wronged. If you had become a better person then you wouldn’t be discreetly glaring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

If someone had truly taught you to be a goody-two-shoes he would have killed them ages ago.

“Hey, [N/N]. Sweetheart. How ya doin?” Mori leaned forward. He grew to be quite a ways taller than you and had to lean over to meet you face to face. Much to your chagrin.

“Fine. It’s so nice of you to ask Ban. If you’ll excuse me.” You adeptly moved to the side. You had dealt with this man-child several times throughout the semester already and knew to just avoid him at all costs lest you lose braincells and precious energy talking to him.

However, you could only take two steps before his hands grappled unto your wrist.

“Woah woah woah there. We’re not done yet.”

You don’t look back, and firmly yet calmly stated, “Yes, we are.”

“It’s a little late but we have yet to give you a homecoming party. That wouldn’t be fair for the great [Y/N].”

You turned back. Eyes wide, not of surprise or anger, but from sheer awe of this man’s audacity.

“I know what you want, and you’re not getting it from me right now.” You scowled at his beautiful pink eyes and effortlessly yanked your arm away from him. You didn’t know it yet back then,

but you had already lit the match.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[thepersonnamedsam]

Dinner for two

Picture not mine (Pinterest)

Pairing: Tim Bradford x GN!Reader

Summary: Tim had a lot on his mind when he responded to a call that day. What he hadn’t have in mind, that he was taking out the victim to dinner.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none, fluff, season 4 spoilers

Note: This is my second story on Tumblr and my first The Rookie story. I hope it’s bearable to read. Feedback is very welcomed!

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Tim’s first week as Sargent wasn’t as he expected. Sargent Grey has been observing his every move and he felt like a rookie all over again. Not to mention all the kids boots he is keep finding in his locker. Tim was exhausted. And now that the department hired Aaron Thorsen, the alleged killer of Patrick Hayes, his brain seemed to explode.

That’s why he didn’t see the sniper shooting coming and how the bullet graced the shoulder of a civilian, you. Tim instantly felt bad and rushed to your aid. His hands tried to stop the bleeding, but nothing seemed to help. How didn’t he see it coming? His brain went into survival mode, one of the first times not for his survival.

You were conscious and breathing, a relief for Tim, but for you it meant pain. Pain you never imagined feeling. And the stressed look of the officer above you didn’t seas your own stress. You tried to take your mind off the pain and your eyes wandered. The nametag of the helping officer read ‘Bradford’. His badge had ‘Sargent’ and ‘3483’ engraved. So, the helping officer wasn’t just an officer, he was the Sargent.

Tim saw your eyes on his badge and name tag, and he realized that he hasn’t introduced himself or asked for your name. “Ma’am, my name is Tim Bradford, you were injured, can you tell me your name?”

His words didn’t seem to arrive to you. You saw his mouth moving, but nothing came out of it.

“Ma’am? Do you understand me?” – “I can’t hear you”, you slurred. Tim’s eyes narrowed and for a split second put more pressure on the wound – you instantly moaned. Why wasn’t the ambulance on the scene yet?

“Control, where is the requested Ambulance? I have a gunshot wound to the shoulder, who won’t stop bleeding. Victim also doesn’t seem to hear clearly. I need backup, now!”

Just as he wanted to yell into the walkie-talkie again, the ambulance arrived on the scene. They rushed to you and provisionally wrapped your shoulder with a pressure gauze. They lifted you onto the stretcher, faces after faces appeared over your own and tried to talk to you, but nothing came through to you. Just as you thought you were alone, the pretty face of the Sargent appeared in front of you. Your heart started to race as his hand engulfed yours. His face softened as he spoke to you again. Broken word pieces came through to you and the bits you caught didn’t stop your heart racing.

“You’re going to make it through, no doubt. I believe in you!”

Even when you were rolled into the hospital, Sargent Bradford didn’t let go of your hand. Only when you were rolled into surgery, you missed the warmth of his hand. And when you woke up, you didn’t think you would feel the warmth again, but you did.

“Good morning, I know you don’t know me, but I couldn’t just let you alone, after all it’s my fault you got shot.”

“Wait, what? How can you be at fault for me being shot at?”

“I wasn’t in the right mindset and didn’t see it coming, I’m sorry. It shouldn’t happen, it’s all my fault.”

“Did you pull the trigger?” Your eyebrow raised your eyes bored into his.

“No?” He looked away ashamed.

“See, then you’re not at fault, everyone has a bad day, it happens.” Your voiced softened, you really didn’t think he was at fault.

“But my bad days shouldn’t affect an innocent civilian’s life.”

“I survived and I can walk away with a broken shoulder, but nothing worse happened.”

You didn’t want him to feel bad, about anything. Not just about the shooting. You wanted to hug him and hold him in your arms and tell him everything will be fine. But you couldn’t, you didn’t even know his name.

“Let’s start over. I still don’t know your name?”, you asked him.  

You saw his face, it softened a bit, relieved you weren’t mad at him. “Tim Bradford.”

“Hey Tim, what’s flooding your brain today?” Your psychology degree came to use after all.

After about three hours, the Doctor came and released you. And Tim couldn’t just let you go. Good for him, you weren’t ready for that either. So, when he wanted to say goodbye, you asked him, if he could drive you home. He immediately agreed and led you to his car.

“You know, as a cop I have to remind you, not to get into a stranger’s car.”

“I’ve known you for a couple of hours, so you’re not a stranger anymore”, you smiled at him. “But you are true, even if you are a Sargent, we may want to start our first date not at my house.”

“But you’re injured!” – “True, but still”, you looked at him and had a mischievous smile on your face. “Ah, you’re trying to trick me”, his head dropped in disbelief and a small smile appeared on his face. “So, take-out at yours?”, he asked, and you immediately agreed.

You ordered Chinese, your favorite, and talked about everything. About his start as a Sargent, your job as a therapist. Your family, his family, especially his dad. It felt like you had known each other since forever. Talking to him was just so easy. Nothing felt out of place or wrong. Honestly, it felt like a dream.

So, when you woke the next morning, you weren’t actually sure, if Sargent Bradford even existed. Your pain in your shoulder distracted you from his absence, but your mind still wondered if it was all a dream. What you didn’t expect, was a cup of coffee and your painkillers waiting in your kitchen. Next to it was a note with his number on it. With a smile on your face, you saved the number on your phone with “SGT. Heartthrob <3”.

                                                SGT. Heartthrob <3

                                                                                                      You left early, xx

I know and I’m sorry

I had to leave for roll-call

                                                                                      It’s okay, you made coffee

I did, was it good?

                                                                                         It was perfect, thank you

You smiled and you couldn’t stop the whole day. But your day was boring, you were never off work, you always had something to do, even on your free days. So, this was your first time, since you started the job, that you had nothing to do. To say, you were surprised when Tim showed up at your house, was an understatement. He was smiling and held up a bag of takeout in his hand. “I thought, you weren’t up for cooking, so I brought takeout.”

And you had dinner again, for the second time that week. And it felt exactly the same as last night. With the exception, that Tim stayed in the morning and brought you your coffee and painkillers himself. Breakfast in bed. 

[pinkestmenace]

Sometimes when I'm pondering the orbs/trying to scrape up what little characterisation there is of Galacta Knight so I can figure out how to write his character, the little quippy shotgun rider in the back of my mind chips in:

He's a 10, but he laughs like a demented seagull. "AAHAhahaha!"

He has the appetite and hubris of a seagull trying to swallow an entire hotdog.

He and Meta Knight are studying each other in a petri dish.

No fear -> Meets Bandee's Nana -> One fear

The elegance of a swan, the indomitable spirit of a territorial mother goose, the tenacity of a pigeon with a clubfoot. And the aggression of a swan.

Teeth teeth teeth goose tomia teeth 😬

Me, thinking: "Even after he chooses to better himself he's still not exactly a sweet person." Me-not-me: "That's-a spicy meatball!"

Have you ever looked a chicken in the eye? They remember when they were dinosaurs.

You can lead a Galacta Knight to healthy conflict resolution, but you can't make him drink.

He's a homing pigeon. Homing in on your location.

Instead of hitting him with the scary hands beam like Starflungwaddledee, you hit him with the scary teeth beam. And then the scary hands beam.

When all you have is a lance, everything starts looking like a target.

He's the Hero Circling the Origin. Circling it like a drain.

Uses 'fowl' language.

"Bah!" GK is Scrooge being tormented by the ghosts of his victims past, present and yet to come (and the grim reaper) to change his ways before it's too late.

GK is not really a man, because while he's bipedal he's not featherless.

Stabbing children isn't his favourite pastime. Teaching children how to stab, on the other hand...

This is less of a 'We can fix him if we hug him enough!'-fic and more of a 'We're showing him the tools to improve, but he has to pick them up himself. Which he won't do until he thinks he's worth it.'-fic.

His breakdown is like the emotional equivalent of draining pus from a festering wound.

The inherent homoeroticism of stabbing a man with a stubby pink lance...and then having to pull it out by the shaft.

He's not entirely unhinged, but his hinges are rusty and failing.

Galacta Knight *gets hit with several deadly weapons*. "'Tis but a scratch."

Kirby stopping him: "I defeated him with the power of friendship! And this sharp stick I inhaled."

He has the petty meanness of a parrot.

He explodes recreationally.

Worse: he flies into the air, displays the colours of the pansexual flag and THEN explodes. Extremely straight behaviour.

Instead of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone he contains the holy trinity of thwarted theater kid, world-weary butch and the Faggiest Grandfather in the Galaxy.

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He could absolutely kill you and might even laugh while doing so, but it's not so much him being gleefully murderous as:

Fighting is one of the few reprieves from his unfathomable boredom and frustration.

He thinks he's irredeemable so he might as well play the villain. He's not completely heartless, but why try being kind anymore when his role is fixed anyway? Phah! Nobody spares him, so why should he show mercy?

If people summon him they're asking for it + if he just stood there and let them kill him that would be unsatisfying for both parties.

He never learned how to deal with big complicated feelings except by lashing out.

By now the pattern of 'being summoned -> fight -> win or lose' is so deeply engraved into him he'd have to climb out of the groove, so he responds to any slight by competing.

He's so used to bloodshed he doesn't know how to have a normal conversation anymore.

I'm getting a better feel for him, but guess what: if characters live rent-free in your head you can put them in a terrarium of your choosing, but they will decide how to interact with it afterwards.

For example:

At this point I can't put Galacta Knight and King Dedede in a room together unsupervised because their massive egos make them bicker and posture at each other. (They're establishing pecking order/jealously trying to impress Meta Knight, who pretends not to notice. Bird rivalry go!) It would soon have them at each other's throats. They're surprisingly similar, but that also makes them absolutely allergic to each other. If you thought Dedede and Kirby had a rivalry, well, theirs is much worse. Kirby's perfectly happy to have a competition, but he's not (usually) interested in mocking his opponent, so that defuses the situation. But Galacta Knight's a sore loser and a smug winner. If DDD and GK ever do become friends it will grow out of a begrudging respect for each other's strength and the discovery they both like: a) Shitty puns, b) Sick Burns™ and c) Teasing Meta Knight.

On the other hand, after a rough start Galacta Knight and Kirby get along like a house on fire. Kirby's just not intimidated by him, so no matter what threats GK tries, he eventually has to accept he's being befriended. He has no choice. They beat each other up, make up, bake pancakes and have a sleepover. Yay! This does not stop him from being a bit of an untitled goose bastard. It just means Kirby's exempt from the worst.

He and Meta Knight are orbiting each other like binary stars trying to figure out why the other is definitely so much weirder and more unhinged.

MK: He tried to kill me on sight. I'm going to spare him to figure out why. Huh? He's so strong and beautiful! *Notices the serrated teeth and the unhinged seagull laugh.* Never mind.

GK: I am loath to gaze upon thy dim countenance, thou stupid anomalous manlet! Thou art short and ugly! I hate thee! ...I need to know more. Kiss me I mean I'll kill thee if thou touchest me!

He and Bandee are, uh, yeah. Strained is what I would call it. GK feels disdain for people weaker than him, but admiration for the dedicated. Bandee is both of those things. So he settles for giving him a lesson in stabbing more effectively. Bandee is just ??? the entire time.

They all help him fix different aspects of himself. Kirby offered him a non-judgmental outlet for his emotions. Meta Knight made sure he was physically healthy. Dedede, reluctant as they both were about it, helped ground him in reality and showed him change is possible. Bandee helped him re-evaluate his priorities and values.

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It's less that he's suddenly developed a conscience and more that he's finally getting the chance to see them as people. Normally he gets summoned and has to fight immediately. There's no time to chat, or sit down, or think about anything but battle. With every clash with a familiar face his opponents feel more like advanced training dummies than people. It's just another iteration, they don't matter. But this time he crashed in the jungle, then had to survive on his own for six days. Once the adrenaline wore off he started feeling things like pain, hunger and loneliness. He had to find food, he had to find shelter, he had to deal with (well, avoid) noncombatants. He started using his voice again, he had time to think and see things beyond the battlefield. He didn't know what to do with himself.

So by the time this Kirby and Meta Knight show up he's in a completely different mindset. Especially when they try to reason with him. When they heal him and feed him and even invite him over. You can't really sit down with someone over a nice cup of tea without starting to see them as a person. Someone with opinions, needs and desires and insecurities. Not so different from you. And the more you see them as a person, the more you care about them and the more difficult it becomes to want to kill them.

Too bad that doesn't mean his unresolved grief and anger issues are completely gone. It just means that if he lashes out and kills them now he will regret it. Forever.

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Post Hatoful Dreams GK cooking like Gordon Ramsey.

GK: *Slaps bread on MK/DMK's face* "What art thou?"

MK/DMK: "An idiot sandwich."

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There's a war going on in his head between the touch-starved wet beast screaming "TOUCH ME! LOVE ME! HOLD ME! PLEEEASE!" and the vengeful side ready to kill and maim screaming "TRY ME. I DESPISE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEE, THOU FILTHY ITERATION OF MY NEMESIS!"

Now he finds himself in the middle, fickle and wishy-washy, craving affection, desperate to be accepted, but lashing out at any slight.

[yuseirra]

I've been jotting down notes here like a madman, but no matter how much I think about it, I don't think Ai's boyfriend would have tried "to scare her" by sending Ryosuke..

Looking at how Kamiki behaves, he’s the type who takes responsibility for things even when it’s not his fault, and it really wears him down.

I mean, the things Ai brought up when she left to him were incredibly cruel...(she didn't blame him, just stated the facts but that alone would have broke him) The incident related to Taiki was something terrible, something for which a mere 11-year-old kid could have no responsibility; he was just a one-sided victim. Yet, when Kamiki brings it up when talking to Aqua, he talks about it as if it was something he had done, saying things like "what I did," and justifies Ai leaving as if it were natural. When someone "accepts" and "agrees with" things to this extreme degree, the possibility of aggressive outbursts is very low. If this guy showed aggression, it should have been MUCH sooner, he couldn't even do anything at Airi, he couldn't say anything when Ai left. He just... stands there with wide eyes all speechless. No sense of anger or active actions of rebuttals.

His personality seems to be one where, when something happens, he doesn’t lash out at others but instead torments himself. He blames himself for everything, thinking, "Oh, it's my fault that things turned out this way," and he’s terrible at self-protection (he’s similar to Aqua in this way, but his low self-esteem makes it even worse). He should have been angry at Ai’s words, but he couldn’t even do that.

This kind of reaction aligns with how he couldn’t say a word in chapter 155. From his perspective, he’s been believing Ai’s lie for over a decade, and then the next thing he says is that he’s going to do something for Ai. His ways of actions are consistent. If he’s still like this after 15 years, then he’s either always been like this, or it’s just his nature, or at least when it comes to things related to Ai (although it seems like this is how he is overall).

It’s not impossible that he "exploded after holding it in for so long," but what happened before Ai died wasn’t enough to provoke someone’s breaking point like that... If it’s true that she only contacted him after four years, well, it’s possible that this character, given his nature, might have been excited, surprised, and desperate, only to be rejected again, leading him to feel miserable and sorrowful. But then he might have thought, "Of course, Ai wouldn’t want to meet someone like me again; that’s only natural," and convinced himself of that. (If someone dumps him, he’s more likely to accept it rather than obsess over it. Think about it, he didn't do anything for 4 years;; and Ai's a celebrity, he could've tried to approach her on many occasions but the protagonist twins have no idea of the dad) Based on what he says, this interpretation makes more sense. I think he could've been just incredibly sad. But then something went wrong, Ai died, and now he’s completely out of his mind, thinking it’s his fault. I honestly don't understand why you'd try to harm someone who'd be willing to show your kids whom you share with them. Is he that crazy and broken? That sort of reaction is very different from how he used to be, and personalities don't change that drastically. Maybe he grew insane after the influence of the black star or whatever, but from how well the characters are written in this manga, I think there should have been signs if he were to be the type to take that sort of toxic action. Kamiki mostly just seemed.. timid and helpless, in his past.

He believes he was never loved by the person they loved deeply, but he also says he's willing to sacrifice their life for them while being so, that’s actually quite a miserable state of mind, isn’t it? Even in such a state, it seems like Kamiki was constantly doing something for Ai. Since he thought Ai didn’t like him, he probably disregarded himself entirely and went off the rails... with a mindset of "I don’t care if I die."

That’s why I think statements from this character like "It’s my fault" or "I did it" are not very reliable to believe at face value. It seems like he’s saying these things because he wants to blame himself, or maybe he can’t forgive himself, so he talks like that. I could be wrong, but at least when it comes to Yura, I think there’s a high chance that he’s less responsible than he thinks and that there’s about a 50% chance that he didn’t even kill anyone; the more I try to examine his character, I feel like he’s not someone who would originally harm others.

Maybe he really did nothing at all... If that’s the case, someone should save this guy. The only explanation I could think of, for having Ai say "help Kamiki" would be this. If it were to be any other way, and Ai was his victim, then the story is just so harsh on Ai, even if she loves him, Kamiki would have to pay for what he's done, not "helped". Well, his life has been pretty miserable. I don’t know what he’s been up to while the main characters grew up and after he broke up with Ai and looking at him all dressed up in a suit and holding champagne, he might have lived his life doing everything he wanted and enjoying it, but I think he’d have definitely been mentally devastated since Ai’s death. He’s probably extremely depressed, to the extent that it's surprising he’s still alive. It can’t be otherwise. I bet he really doesn't care about himself all so much.., the songs imply that very strongly.

This could sound like I'm trying to defend myself for shipping them but really.. I don't think Hikaru tried to scare Ai using Ryosuke in the first place. It just doesn't line up with his personality and what his behaviors used to be like. My drawings are actually drawn on the baseline that he lied about to be hated by Aqua and to get avenged by him (at that point of the story, he still believed that Ai and Aqua both wanted to get revenge on him and he decided to go along with it) but I know, I can be wrong. And there's probably a pretty low chance of this being touched again, but it's been so confusing for me... If he turns out to be like that, then it is what it is, I guess.

What he did, if what he claimed to do is what's happened in truth, is unforgivable. It shouldn't be redeemable, although he did have his own troubles. But with how the stories are lined up, Ai's confession of love comes AFTER he makes such a claim, and she wants to help him. Would the writer really try to justify or stand with a guy who tried to scare her ex by sending a guy with a knife?; and make Ai say those kinds of things? For her to wish not just herself, but to work with her own children -the protagonists- to help a guy like that? That'd be so cruel. I wouldn't be able to support that so wholeheartedly. I'd want to see him get some proper scolding at least, as a minimum but Aqua just let him go after having him see a video. It makes me wrap my head a lot... it's not handled really well if that's what the story really is.

And why send a pretty bouquet, out of all things when you're trying to "make someone feel the same despair"? Couldn't that have been just a well-meant gift? I mean he sent one to Akane and he's held one at a funeral, and those didn't turn out to have ill intent from what's been shown so far. How did this guy even meet Ryosuke in the first place?

I wrote a theory about what could've happened earlier, and in short, I think Nino being Ryosuke's accomplice on this (and her having introduced Ryosuke to Kamiki) would make more sense than this guy. Nino could have had many opportunities to encounter Ryosuke, but I can't really picture exactly how and for what reason Kamiki would've met this guy and formed a long-term alliance of some sort if he's never really wanted to harm Ai.

So yeah.. I'll just draw them lots before things clear up more(maybe it never will and I'm just overthinking things but I'm really curious just how Ryosuke got into contact with this guy; stuff's confusing) and I'll kick Kamiki's butt if he's really done that sort of thing. Idk; his reactions in 155 were even milder than how I first anticipated it to be...he has very low levels of aggression if I've interpreted it right.

It's so fun to think about these things, perhaps I'm a person who will be scammed really easily since I believe in people's goodwill but, it will allow me to draw some things for the time being.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Little Earthquakes - Chapter Six.

Well guys, since this is being quite well received (and thank you for that!) I've decided now that I'm done with another of my stories and nearing the end of Light on the Darkside, I'll begin giving you Nathan and Holly updates twice weekly :) Enjoy!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 3,845

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Minors DNI!

“I was rudely awoken by the doorbell blaring twenty minutes ago, but seeing what was waiting for me on the other side was more than worth it. Thank you! They’re beautiful! xx” 

Nathan smiled, seeing the adorable picture of Holly’s smiling eyes, her face partially hidden behind the massive bouquet of flowers he’d had delivered to her door that morning, for no other reason than just because.  

“Glad you liked them, cutie. Can’t wait to see you on Friday xx” 

It had been eight weeks since they’d begun casually dating, and he was finding himself settling into it more and more as each day passed. The more he got to know her, the less he succumbed to the behaviours that had quietly been worrying one of his closest friends. The revolving door of women had seemingly been padlocked, the only woman making it upstairs to his flat being the one he’d sent the flowers to.  

He’d also begun the closure of the chapter of his life that was causing his stress in the first place, reaching out to Delyth Smith, the solicitor who had handled Holly’s divorce, filing his own papers the week before. It would take a couple of days for them to reach Lisa, so he’d been told, who would then call upon the instruction of her own solicitor before signing them.  

He didn’t really care when she got them, just as long as she didn’t hang around on the actual signing of them. As it turned out, he would find out exactly when they arrived, sitting behind the counter at the shop the following morning, sketching and listening to music while waiting for the others to arrive and his day to start. He’d know the huge swirling mass of blonde dreadlocks anywhere as she crossed the road from her car, clutching an envelope in her hand.  

“Ahh, pissing hell.” He truly wasn’t in the mood to be brought down by a visit from Lisa, but there she was, in all her fury. 

“Unreasonable behaviour, Nathan? Really, that’s what you’re filing under?” she screamed, slamming the papers down on the counter, her teeth gritted.  

Seeing here there again, it made him feel sick, angry and sad all at once. “Yeah, because that's what it was." 

“Oh, really? That’s what it was, yeah?” 

Cracking his knuckles, he took a deep breath. “Still think you’re the victim in all of this, don’t you? You got pregnant despite the fact you knew I didn’t want kids, went behind my back and tried to further manipulate me into changing my mind. But yeah, Lis. You’re the one who got fucked over, aren’t you?”  

“You went behind mine and got a vasectomy. I call that pretty unreasonable!” 

The audacity of her! “Nah, that ain’t unreasonable. That’s body autonomy, and not being willing to have my fucking wife try and take mine from me again.” 

She folded her arms, laughing cruelly. “Well, you wasted your time in doing that anyway, didn’t you? Wasn’t like we were having much sex in the last four months of our marriage, was it, with you always being pissed out of your fucking head!” 

He could feel his temper beginning to prickle into life, stirred deep in his depths as only she was able to. He rarely lost it, being such a chilled-out guy, but when he did... 

“Look, I ain’t doing this with you. I’ve said all I’ve got to say, just sign the pissing papers, ‘kay?” he told her strongly, his nostrils flaring.  

“I’m not leaving until...”  

That was as far as she got before he exploded. “Yeah, you fucking are! Get out, Lisa. Proper fucking done with this. I’ve got fuck all left to say to you, I want a divorce and that’s the end of it.” 

“Nasty piece of shit!” she spat, grasping the papers and turning to leave. 

“And you’re a deceitful bitch who I can’t wait to be free of.”  

Scoffing coldly, she turned to glare at him. “Well, you will be soon. Then you can be somebody else’s useless excuse for a man, can’t you?” 

She slammed the door so hard, the panes of glass shook, Nathan covering his face with his hands and groaning. It was the last thing he needed at eight-thirty of a Tuesday morning, to now be plunged into emotional turmoil courtesy of his soon to be ex-wife.  

His brighter mood came crashing down, heaving himself up and going back up to his flat, pouring out a measure of vodka from the ever-present bottle in the fridge and sinking it in one. Four more followed, until he began to feel light and tingly, the alcohol offering up the perfect sedation to his pain. 

A useless excuse for a man. That was just one of her choice cruel assertions for him. A waste of space nothing and a drunken loser were two more. He didn’t see the irony as he poured another shot down his throat, placing the vodka back in the fridge and taking a swig of mouthwash before heading back down to the shop.  

“Blud, what's with the face, ay?" Chris asked upon entering two minutes later, seeing Nathan sitting at his station, completely zoned out. He didn’t answer at first. It took his friend waving a hand in front of his glazed eyes to finally stir him. 

“Sorry, bruv. What?" 

Removing his sunglasses, he leaned back against the counter, frowning slightly. He’d always gently rebuffed Kelsey’s concerns over their friend, but seeing him that morning, he knew something was very, very off.  

“You alright, Nath?” he asked, his voice much gentler than his usual, broad London boom. “You look all spaced out, man.” 

“Lisa came by not long ago, threw me through a bit of a loop. Screamed her pissing head off at me because she got the divorce papers this morning,” he sniffed, moving to the back of the shop where the coffee machine was. He needed a little caffeine, realising he was bordering a bit too jazzed to go to work efficiently. Perhaps the vodka hadn’t been the best of ideas. 

A long teeth suck emanated, Chris shaking his head. “Fuck, yeah that must have wrecked your head a bit, ay? Nah, fuck her and her mess, bruv. Listen, yeah? You’re onto bigger and better things. Got a good thing going with Holly, ain’t ya? Focus on that and just grit your teeth through all this divorce bullshit. Me and Sai are here for you though, mate. You know that.” 

Sai was his wife of almost ten years, a core member of Nathan’s chosen family, someone who had been a big support to him in the midst of his marriage breaking down. Turning to him, he saw Chris open his arms, giving him a big hug and kissing his head. For someone who was usually so loud and obnoxious, Chris Lawrence had a heart the size of the city they lived in. 

“Cheers, mate.” His reply was delivered a little noncommittally, but Chris didn’t think any more of it than making a mental note to keep his spirits up throughout the day. As soon as he got a strong coffee down his neck, he began to feel a little steadier, his first client arriving half an hour later.  

The woman was having a large cluster of roses done that would begin at her hip and stretch up her side, Nathan making a start by doing the black outline that morning before she’d come back to have the colour added. To say he was in no mood to do it was an understatement, though, going through the motions of the process rather than truly enjoying it with his usual enthusiasm.  

How dare Lisa fucking roll up there that morning and give him shit. He realised it then, exactly what a narcissist she truly was, acting like the victim in a problem she had created. Biting his back teeth together hard, he tried to prevent the tension from surging to his hands, his knuckles twitching as he gripped the tattoo machine, imagining punching her in the face repeatedly. 

For Nathan, that was a far, far cry from his soft heart and kind demeanour. He was not a fighter by any stretch of the imagination, especially not towards women.  

The emotions stirred within him were a ceaseless vortex of anger and agony, wiping trails of ink away as he worked, speeding up, wanting to get it over with so he could go upstairs and sink another calming shot between clients, maybe have a wank to de-stress himself while he was there, too.  

Wiping her hip and reloading more ink, his heart suddenly dropped. He’d fucked it up. Where one of the petals should have ended, he’d carried on the outline by at least an inch, meaning it would be hideously out of proportion from the rest. Fuck. This couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let his private life encroach upon his work and let it tarnish his stellar reputation among the tattoo community.  

Thinking quickly, he paused, cocking his head as he pondered. Adding another leaf there would hide his mistake, moving the machine again and finishing the petal where it had been meant to end, using his mistaken line as the central vein of the leaf and beginning to add the outer edge of it. Phew. He’d successfully saved it.  

“Have a break for a few minutes,” he finally spoke ten minutes later, after being mostly on mute for the entire process so far. “You’ve sat really well.”  

The woman nodded, his compliment changing her opinion of him being aloof, since she’d tried to engage him in conversation to little avail throughout the process so far. Taking off he gloves, he dumped them in the bin and grabbed his vape off the side, heading towards the front door. 

“All good, Gilly?” Kelsey asked, looking up from where she was adding a very large traditional style skull to a man’s half sleeve. 

“Yeah, pukka.” He was out the door before she had chance to say anything more, looking over at Chris questioningly.  

“Lisa came by this morning.”  

Her brow immediately furrowed. “For the love of the virgin Mary’s tits,” she muttered, not impressed to hear that. “Tell me more in a bit.” 

“Yeah, will do, fam.” In a bit came two hours later, with Nathan gone to pick up some lunch and she and Chris sitting at her station chatting between clients. 

“Yeah, so she came in here full-on raging, so he said, brandishing the ole’ divorce papers and giving him a right fucking mouthful, ay,” he began. “Only wish I could have been here to act as a buffer, save him getting all stressed.” He’d always liked Lisa, but after the whole baby trapping debacle, his respect for her had vanished completely.  

Kelsey was a little more aggressive in her wishes, but that was no surprise. “I’d have twatted the bitch.” 

“Ay, I know you would, blud, glad that you weren’t around because of that!” His wild hand gesturing began, pointing between her and the direction Nathan had gone in. “I can’t be doing with looking out for him and trying to make sure you don’t go straight psycho an’ all!” 

If Kelsey Chapman was anything, it was a warrior for those she loved. “I don’t understand it, though. Jesus Harold Christ, she’s the one who kicked him out in the end, and now she’s screaming about him filing? That doesn’t make sense. Did he say she was here trying to get back with him or something, and that was the root of her shouting?” 

Blankly, he shook his head. “Nah, didn’t mention why exactly she was screaming at him. Who knows with her, though. I think if she was, he’d likely have mentioned it though, mate.” Pausing, he pulled his phone out when it shuddered against his leg, reading a humorous, all caps lock message from Sai demanding he bring steak home for dinner, answering it as he continued. “Seemed a bit off too, like, I dunno, bit lit? Ain’t like Nath to be drinking on the job, though.” 

It tracked with her noticing him smelling of alcohol a couple of months ago, back when he’d first been behaving a little erratically. “We need to keep an eye on it. He’s been alright these past few weeks, the more he’s around Holly, so I’ve noticed. At least he’s stopped offering his dick around to other girls, so that’s something.”  

Unfortunately, though, that didn’t last. Three days later, when Issy, the pretty girl with the blue hair returned to have him work on more of her sleeve, once again, he took her to bed afterwards before his next client was due. Unlike the last time, though, she didn’t leave the flat once they’d finished.  

Kelsey knew he was meant to be seeing Holly that evening, so truly had no idea why he’d obviously blown her off in favour of another woman, Nathan heading straight back upstairs already drinking from a fresh bottle of vodka in his hand.  

“Get your fucking arse back in my bed,” she heard him shout from the top of the stairs on her way out the back door. “You’re getting proper ruined!” The sound of him giving her a few smacks on the bum followed before the door slammed shut, Kelsey sighing before closing the door behind her. It only got worse, too. 

The following day, she arrived to find him nowhere in sight, but could hear his bed banging against the wall upon entering the shop, moving through to the front desk and picking up a note.  

“Cancelled my appointments. Don’t bother me.” 

She could barely read the Sharpie scrawled note, but she definitely wouldn’t be adhering to his request. Once the bed banging had abated shortly before her first client was due, she went up to knock his door.  

“Told you not to bother me.”  

Bother him? He was all but lucky she didn’t take the door off its hinges and go in there with the express purpose of wringing his neck! “Nath, get out here. Now.”  

“Fuck off.” 

Oh, no. This was not him. “Gilly, I’m not moving until you show your face.”  

“You’ll be waiting a long time, then.”  

Resting a hand to her forehead, she reluctantly left him to it, descending the stairs again. What she’d do for a cigarette in that moment, but Dawnii would kill her if she even smelled the slightest whiff of tobacco on her person, the pair both quitting when the latter was pregnant with Fallon five years ago. 

What could she do in this situation? He was a grown man of thirty-four, and if he was intent on fucking things up for himself, then truly, she just had to sit back and let him. What killed her was that when he was with Holly, he was himself. He was nothing but the kind, together, lovely guy he always had been. Why, when she obviously had such a calming effect on him, when he was so happy with her around, was he throwing it away by chasing after other women?  

While she was sure Issy was probably a perfectly lovely girl, she wasn’t the one who he should have been with. She guessed that Holly would have had something to say about him blowing off his appointments in order to be with her, and, as she saw a few hours later, having no qualms about being steaming drunk at one in the afternoon. 

“Going out, s’ya later.” he slurred, he and Issy walking through the shop hand in hand, the latter giggling when he wobbled. “Oh, my shit. Ya gone n’fucked the pissin’ legs out fr’m under me, woman!”  

“No, Nath. That's called vodka, you pisshead!” she chuckled, squealing with mirth when he turned to bite her neck, almost ripping the shop door off its hinges as they exited.  

Oh, god.  

“Should we do something?” Chris asked, pausing from tattooing, concern etching his furrowed brow. 

“What can we do, mate?”  

It was true. What could they do? He was hellbent on self-destruction, it seemed. Perhaps letting it ride might lead to the kind of consequences that would offer him the sharp wakeup call he needed. Kelsey could but hope. 

With Chris gone early, she was putting the cash takings into the safe ready to take to the bank on Tuesday when she got a call from Mr self-destruction, pulling her phone out and putting it on speaker with a mild groan. 

“Yeah?” 

“Hi, is this Kelsey?” she confirmed it was, confused at why someone else was using Nathan’s phone, her heartbeat escalating sharply. “Hiya, my name’s Andy, from the Pitcher and Piano on Southwark Road. I’m calling about your friend, tall, skinny lad with all the tattoo's? Your number was first in his call list. Listen, you need to come and get him. He’s passed out, got himself in a right state and the bouncers are only giving me a short grace period before they sling him to the curb.”  

For the love of Christ. “Alright, I’ll be there in ten. Where’s the girl he was with, though?” 

“Pretty bird with blue hair?” 

“That’s her.” 

“She left about two hours ago. Had a barny with him and told him to fuck off.” 

Well, that was Issy out of the equation, then. “Okay, I’m on my way.” Honestly, she didn’t need this, wanting to do nothing more than go home, put her babies to bed (they were allowed to stay up a little later of a Saturday) have a bath and then eat dinner with her wife, but now that included looking after Nathan, too.  

When she arrived at the pub, she found he’d been ejected, seeing the likely cause there at his feet as he sat with his head in his hands, the contents of his stomach trickling down the street.  

“Nath, come on.” Grabbing his arm, she tried to help him up, but he slumped. “For the love of the virgin Mary’s underskirts.” He couldn’t even stand, Kelsey thanking her stars for being a big woman, the kind who could duck and lift him over her shoulder still.  

“M’fine, pumedown.”  

“You’re poleaxed, Nathan. You’re coming home with me.” Well, she’d be heading back to the shop first to get him a change of clothes, since he’d thrown up all over the ones he was wearing. There was no way she could leave him alone in that state, getting him into the car and praying he’d emptied his stomach, so she didn’t have to worry about him negatively decorating the upholstery.  

Parking up at the rear of the shop, she locked him in to prevent his escape, hurrying all the same while quickly phoning Dawnii and telling her of the situation, advising to put the kids to bed a little early. They didn’t need to witness their uncle Nath in that kind of state. Upon entering his flat, a state is exactly what she found. The place reeked, dirty and unkempt, clothes scattered everywhere, the bed unmade, empty bottles littering the floor.  

Moving to his drawers, she at least found some clean t shirts and boxers inside, grabbing a pair of jeans from the wardrobe, a pair of his trainers and some socks, stuffing them all into a Tesco bag she found in the filthy kitchen, dirty plates and gone off takeaway food all over the place. Standing there in the mess, she choked on a little sob, seeing the evidence of his anguish all around.  

“Gotta get you fixed up, Gilly.” she sniffed, drying her eyes and quickly returning to her car. Luckily, he was passed out, his head rested against the passenger window.  

It took little over forty minutes to get home, Kelsey living just outside of the city in Potters Bar, where she and Dawnii had bought a house for considerably less than they would have paid, residing in the capital. It was a nicer area to raise the little ones in too, they’d thought. Pulling into the drive of seventy-nine, Swan Grove, she gave Nathan a nudge, managing to rouse him. 

“Can you walk, or do I have to carry you?” 

He sniffed, stretching. “Where am I?” 

At least he sounded a little soberer now. “My house. Wasn’t about to leave you on your own in this state.”  

“What state? M’alright, pissin’ ‘ell.” No, he definitely wasn’t. Or sober, sadly, going by the recommenced slurring. “Where’s Issy?”  

“Don’t know, don’t care,” she spoke a little tersely, getting out of the car and moving around to the passenger side. “Come on.”  

“Nah, I need to go find her, m’telling ya.” Moving to unclip his seatbelt, he began pushing at her arm, his face darkening. “Get off!”  

“Oh, no, no, no!” she warned, hauling him from the car to his feet. “Stop it. I’m serious.” 

He stood, swaying unsteadily, eyes touring his surroundings. “Take me back t’London. Gotta go find her.” Pushing against her chest, he muttered swears when she didn’t budge. “Fucking ge’outta m’way, bruv!” 

She didn’t, and in the next moment, he found himself promptly slapped hard around the face, the sound echoing. “This ends tonight, Nathan. The fucking state of you! Blowing off your clients to spend the day shagging some girl and then going out and getting so loaded I had to come and fetch you? You’ve got issues, and I swear, they end right here. Jesus Harold Christ, I’m not standing back and watching this happen, now get in the fucking house!” 

Her ire reached him on some level, the little part of the Nathan she knew and loved hearing her, dropping his head and beginning to scratch the back of his neck as he staggered towards the front door with her assistance. She managed to get him upstairs and into the shower, the task not without its difficulties with his general reluctance. It was nothing for a mother very used to having to get a wriggly two-year-old into the bathtub, though, her son Flynn very adverse to being bathed.  

Once he was dried and dressed, she hoped he’d be a little more together, but he still needed to be half carried back down the stairs, depositing him on the sofa and covering him with a throw, Dawnii offering the washing up bowl from the kitchen sink, just in case he had any more to throw up.  

They ate dinner, leaving a plate for him in the fridge, even though it very much seemed he was passed out for the night. Come the morning, though, she’d be getting as much coffee into him as possible, and making him open up and reveal why he was acting so erratically.  

Sadly for Kelsey, after rising at 7am, she found Nathan gone from the house, Dawnii’s bottle of rum along with him, too. She could only hope he found his way back to London unscathed, but in that moment, she was so pissed off with him it wouldn’t have upset her much if he didn’t. 

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

about the heathers thing… if the cullens were in sherwood during heathers/went to westerburg high, would anything change in heathers?

The thing about Heathers is that things escalate very quickly and it's not unreasonable that characters outside Veronica/JD don't realize the truth of what's happening.

But alright, the Cullens are at Westerburg High.

As you might expect, they're doing what they usually do and sitting at their own lunch table. They're generally regarded as beautiful incestuous freaks which is why even though they have good bone structure and a lot of money they don't get to hang out with the Heathers.

As usual, they pay little if any mind to the humans. This high school rampant with bullying is like every other high school they've been to, JD the transfer student is every edgy 1980's rebel, the start of Veronica's story is only meaningful to Veronica. (Edward in fact, would likely look down on her in distaste for selling out to the Heathers at the first opportunity).

Then Heather Chandler commits suicide.

The Cullens don't notice anything off as a) they don't care b) the autopsy isn't suspicious. Heather Chandler very clearly poisoned herself when she was alone, she has a suicide note, her motives at face value are understandable in that Heather felt as if she was living a charade and was secretly hopelessly lonely. Veronica and JD invented the Heather everyone wanted to exist, a girl who was secretly lonely on the inside and a victim of society.

Jasper, Emmett, and Alice likely don't give any flying fucks. Edward and Rosalie though are devastated. Rosalie sees herself, in Heather Chandler's popularity, her ambition, her vanity, and now her tragic youthful death. Rosalie starts projecting hard. Edward, on the other hand, is torn up inside about how he could possibly have missed this. He had dismissed Heather Chandler like everyone else and had never bothered to pay attention to her thoughts.

It's a coming together moment for the Cullens, as they watch the entire town come together, all Heather's victims, over this senseless tragedy as they realize this is what makes humanity so special.

And then the next two deaths happen.

This one's... a little weirder for them.

The Cullens believe it, just like everyone else, as just like the last suicide this one has believable motivation when framed the way JD and Heather put it. On the other hand, they're looking at Edward and Jasper and asking if they... noticed.

Edward, again, had dismissed the pair and had never thought to question why they acted the way they did. He only hears surface level thoughts. Edward now has an existential crisis as he wonders if he ever truly knows people at all or only thinks he does (because how could he have missed this). Jasper blandly responds he focuses on not eating people rather than high school romances.

Still, the town comes together again to support their dead gay sons, and the Cullens attend and are as touched as the rest of the audience as tragedy has once again brought this town together and shown the kindness of human spirit.

They gladly sign the petition when JD brings it around and for the first time are feeling like a part of the community (like the rest of the community, they neither notice nor care when Martha attempts suicide and it's rumored that Veronica killed herself).

The Cullens don't attend the pep rally, however, as they're not feeling that gushy about school. This means they're not there for the detonator exploding in the football field. They arrive the next day to hear that JD blew himself up.

The Cullens leave with deep thoughts about how suicide really is contagious and that someone needs to sit down and talk with these kids.

[lemonhemlock]

Hi, sorry for this, but I just need to rant about this, or I'll explode. Feel free to delete this 🩷

I saw somewhere it was written that Elia Martell deserved her fate while Lyanna and Rhaegar were just in love and deserved to be happy...

THIS PISSED ME OF SO BADLY LIKE WHAT THE HELL !!!

Lyanna was 16 and even if we overlooked the part where she’s a westerosi woman at that age you know it's wrong to run away from your home to be with a married dude who's got two kids !

As for Rhaegar, I believe he was as mad as his father. leave your kind, beautiful wife and two kids for a 16 year old girl who's about to get married herself !? Yeah, there's definitely something wrong with your brain !

Also, that person painted Lyanna in such an innocent light like I do not believe she was that dumb she knew Robert would be furious, plus her father and brother's did this girl ever consider them ? The answer is no. Lyanna didn't want to marry Robert, and when Rhaegar showed interest, she decided to run away with his stupid ass !

The biggest victim of Rhaegar/Lyanna actions is ELIA MARTELL AND HER CHILDREN !!!

I can agree with Rhaegar being the most responsible for all the shit that happened, but at the same time, I don't believe Lyanna was just a little girl who fell in love with him.

And Yes, Lyanna is considered a child in our timeline, but in her universe and timeline, she was definitely not a child who didn't know how things worked given that she was also a noble woman and educated as well !

hello kitty 🐱🐱🐱

yeah, some rhagar/lyanna stans would do anything to justify rhaegar's actions because they have it in their minds that he was this fairytale prince charming. and, to be fair to them, that's how he is mostly presented in the text, heaped in praise and regret (apart from robert obviously but many fans disregard robert's appraisal because they see him as biased)

i don't hold it against people if they have a particularly idealised view of rhaegar, because you never know how much they've actually studied the text or thought about this issue in the first place. but if one does engage with the fandom on a general basis and reads meta/takes, it's very difficult not to eventually interact with critical analyses of rhaegar. so, even if his story didn't ring any alarm bells from the start, for whatever reason, if you do start thinking about the practicalities, the shadier elements emerge.

leaving all of that aside, if someone were to try and justify rhaegar's actions, then blaming his brutally-murdered wife is not the kind of stance that will win over the fence-sitters 🧍‍♀️ even if elia were an awful person who made rhaegar's life miserable (though there is no proof of this, on the contrary), then she still wouldn't "deserve" a violent murder and to witness her children being murdered in front of her. you'd think a reasonable person would agree with that, but this is the kind of fandom in which fans tell others to kys because they disagree with their opinion on fictional people, so for them it's only natural that being annoying (or any other some such dumb infraction) is such a huge and problematic crime that can only be sanctioned by death.

so it's like. i feel there are some huge behavioural issues at play here or at least an unhealthy amount of internalised misogyny or bully fantasies that are the real culprits here :))

i've outlined my general opinion of lyanna here for whomever is interested

[moviemunchies]

Some-BODY once told me that Shrek was a really good move. It was huge when it first came out; everyone, I mean, everyone I know loved it, and it was freaking everywhere you looked. I was never that into it, though. In the past few years, it’s experienced something of a revival–I’ve seen discussions of how it’s actually a really good movie, covering themes like acceptance and self-image. And Dreamworks has made a lot of really good movies! So I thought it was about time I re-watched the film since I found it on Netflix.

And during this re-watch, I discovered that…. I don’t like this movie.

Shrek adapts a picture book by William Steig that you’ve probably never heard of into a CGI animated feature about the titular ogre. Rejected by ordinary people, Shrek lives alone in his swamp, until he saves the life of Donkey, a talking donkey and would-be victim of Lord Farquaad’s attempts to purge his realm, Duloc, of fairy tale creatures. Farquaad is forcefully re-locating these creatures to Shrek’s swamp, much to the ogre’s chagrin. Walking straight into Duloc, Shrek and Farquaad make a deal: he’ll get his swamp back if he goes and saves Princess Fiona to be Farquaad’s bride in order to legitimize his kingship. Of course, saving Princess Fiona isn’t so easy, and she has her own secrets that she’d rather not let anyone find out; and even then, Shrek finds that handing her over to Farquaad isn’t what he really wants.

Alright, so you can’t really talk about this movie without mentioning that the entire thing is built from the ground up as a massive ‘F*** YOU’ to Disney. Jeffrey Katzenberg, one of the co-founders of Dreamworks Studios, was former chairman of Walt Disney Studios and had a falling out, to put it mildly, with both Roy Disney (Walt Disney’s nephew and member of the board) and Disney CEO Michael Eisner, to start his own company. It’s popularly speculated that the villain of Shrek was designed to resemble Michael Eisner, and also his name sounds like ‘F***wad’.

If you did not pick up that the movie hated Disney and everything about it, that information should give you enough to work with. Though it is blindingly obvious; the princess plot where things don’t go according to plan, the fairy tale characters acting mostly as pests, the dirty jokes, how Duloc’s entrance brings to mind Disney theme parks with even a parody of “It’s a Small World”, the bird exploding when Fiona’s singing with it… It’s pretty much all there.

And yes, Disney had sort of gotten a reputation for squeaky-clean princess stories, and their attempts to move past those haven’t made much money–in part because management didn’t know how to market and when to release those movies. Treasure Planet and Atlantis: The Lost Empire might have been hits if it weren’t for those factors, but the people in charge didn’t think they’d be money makers, and thus screwed them over and said, “Welp! Those movies don’t do well, I guess!” It’s understandable, then, that a guy who worked at Disney might have had some frustration about how he couldn’t break out of the mold, and hold some resentment for that mold and then make a movie about it.

It’s so… crude, though? Much of the humor in this movie just isn’t my thing. It doesn’t feel like a passionate or thoughtful deconstruction of Disney, most of the time, it feels like taking a hammer to it, except that hammer makes fart noises. There are so many jokes that aren’t aimed at kids, but they’re not really funny as much as ‘Tee-hee, look what we put in an animated movie vaguely aimed at families!’ Like, no, I did not need a bit that implies Lord Farquaad is jacking off to the image of Princess Fiona in the Magic Mirror.

Farquaad is also annoying and that he clearly has some sort of hang-up about fairy tale creatures, and wants them out, though it’s never really developed much. Why does he hate fairy tales so much? Again, as a stand-in for Disney’s management, the notion that the guy in charge wants a standardized feel to his kingdom, and will ship out anyone different/magical makes sense; however, this falls apart because the fairy tale creatures are again, clearly meant to be annoying/stupid! And the whole idea of not judging people based on how they look or who they’re born as is thrown out the window with all the jokes about how short Farquaad is!

Probably not helping is my past experience with this movie. Many years ago, when this was A Thing, and kids just watched all the time, we were at some dinner party or New Year’s party or something. It got late and we started three different movies (this one, Princess Bride, and Willow), so probably New Year’s. The kids at the party put on this movie, and dear Lord do you have any idea how annoying it is to watch a movie where your fellow audience members know all the jokes, and say it along with the movie? Except their timing is off, so they say it right before it’s said in the movie? Yeah, that was this viewing experience. It was the most annoying way to watch what’s supposed to be a comedic film.

A lot of the jokes just don’t make much sense to me, either. Why is Robin Hood French in this movie? At first I assumed that it’s a roundabout allusion to Kevin Costner having the wrong accent in Prince of Thieves, but I looked it up, and apparently, no! It’s just because the people making the movie thought it would be funny. That’s dumb and makes no sense.

There are some things in the animation that haven’t aged well, but they had no way of knowing it at the time, they were doing the best with what they had. And so ‘meh’ on that front.

And I can’t help but think that if it hadn’t been for Shrek that so many things would have been different–the dominance of CGI over other forms of animation, the over-reliance on pop culture references, celebrity voice actors, the big dance party at the end of the movie–Shrek wasn’t the origin of all of these ideas, but it definite catapulted them into popular consciousness. Oh, and putting Eddie Murphy in tons of things. That was A Thing That Used to be A Thing for years and we all hated it.

There are some things in this movie that I do like, to be clear! I like Shrek and Fiona’s relationship! I like their character development. I like their interactions. I like that their journey consists of both of them accepting themselves and not worrying about conventional attractiveness. I don’t generally like the, “The couple has a misunderstanding based on half of a conversation,” thing, but here it’s because it reflects both of their self-loathing and I think that’s actually really interesting!

[There’s a Tumblr post about it, too.]

And there are, I guess, some jokes I liked.

Overall, though, I don’t like this movie. I can’t like this movie. Shrek doesn’t feel like a movie made by people telling a story they love, it feels like a bunch of people rambling on about how much they hate the Walt Disney Company. And to be clear, there’s a lot to dislike about the Walt Disney Company and the movies it makes. That alone doesn’t make Shrek a good movie, though. I have heard that Shrek 2 is good; I haven’t seen any of it to my recollection, so I might give it a try? As it is, though, with all the other fantastic films Dreamworks has created, I’m struggling to see why people are so attached to this one.

[lu-kario]

today my dear followers who did not ask for this,

A Very Honest Slenderman(2018) Review!!!

by a creepypasta fanatic and someone who needs to think about smth else to not k- moving onto the "review". (it's not a real review i'm just gonna shit on it obviously)

It's just gonna be a list of things I noticed that bothered me throughout the whole film and made it physically difficult to watch. That was the second movie that took me two days to watch not because I was scared, but because it hurt my brain to finish it. ((((also yes. i am very . VERY . late to the party. i know. don't worry)))

Starting off, the characters are not likeable at all. None of them. They don't behave like actual teenagers. Someone from that directing team was observing high school students for a week with a notepad and was done after thinking they did a good job. I may or may not be autistic and not behave like that either but I've been in high school and have seen stuff. Obviously.

Second of all who just watches adult vids and calls it a night with friends wtf-

Not important . Maybe someone does?? Also these teenagers are created to be so edgy for absolutely no reason ((pointing out that line from ginger girlie saying that the cat should've exploded at the end i'm so fkn glad she was gone first)).

Another thing. Let's get to the star of the mfing show,,, Slenderman .

What they made of him was some kind of a,,, dryad?? Like there's legit some Slenderman Tree in the woods that he walks out of to collect kids and bear them with his big ol' self. Don't get me wrong that concept would be cool on it's own if not the thing that. It doesn't suit him at all. And the Slenderman Summoning Video as well- wth was that . You're telling me some bells (something added for the sake of the movie I suppose bcuz i never heard of that) with added five stock images of what'd you get if you typed 'illuminati' giving you a high speed seizure attack are gonna summon this big boy? The reactions are so hilarious to me as well WHY WERE THESE GIRLS PANTING AS IF THE DAMN SLENDERMAN WAS THERE WITH THEM give me a break. That would hint at least Slendy is some kind of . illuminati-ish experiment left off in the local woods grabbing kids to expand the tree for decades? i suppose.

Mostly what they did with him is giving marble hornets series but make it a on-budget parody that relies for it's damn life on shock value- flashing images constantly, having those ominous shots to make you feel something and lemme tell you i did feel something(nauseous). Also having the original contest images in the film was fucking hilarious so uh +1 for that but that's the only thing i actually liked.

Yet another thing! Nothing in this movie felt genuinely connected to each other,, if it was an artistic interpretation or smth idk i think i wouldn't mind as much but don't be calling this a damn full fleshed out movie.

The Slendy in this movie felt like a totally different being than the original it was sad to watch.

the effects were ,,,alright? like nothing to hate but nothing specific about it to like . it was just alright at best.

very last thing unless i've decided i remembered smth else-

THE LIGHT WORK IN THIS MOVIE WAS SO FUCKING TERRIBLE I HAD MY SCREEN LIGHT SET ON MAX AND STILL COULDN'T SEE A DAMN THING AND GUESS WHAT? THAT WAS THRU OUT LIKE 80% OF THE DAMN MOVIE

enough of that no matter if you enjoyed the ranting have a great day dont watch this movie unless you wanna suffer uhhhh have this cool cat pic of my cat idk what to put here anymore

edit

oh yeah i remember now

WHY DID SLENDY WALKED SO SEDUCTIVELY.............WHAT,

bro was swinging his hips seducing the victims i am done goodbye

[trailmixedup]

I’m having thoughts again. I am frustrated and angry right now because how hypocritical my treatment has been from my dad’s girlfriend. I don’t think she takes any of my diagnoses seriously. Our neighbors kids are both autistic, and they scream or curse at us sometimes when we are outside making overstimulating noise or they’re frustrated for some reason or another. It’s completely understandable, obviously, they’re having big emotions and have little in the way of a filter or identifiable outlet. Her response to this is overwhelming understanding and care. She is quick to assure their parents that she gets it and that there’s no hard feelings or whatever. But when I, someone who only found out I had autism a year ago, has trouble responding appropriately to big emotions or communicating in a proper way she flips her fucking shit. I have only been learning how to regulate instead of repress and then explode for a year. I have only been working through 18 years of trauma from being undiagnosed, isolated, vilified and in constant repression and fear of my big emotions for a year. It’s not fair that she’s allowed to put on the mask of understanding and empathy around other people and then when I act autistic in any way she loses her mind and makes threats towards my dad and isolates me further. I genuinely wonder if she even believes that I am autistic or if she thinks I’m lying for attention or some bullshit like that. I’m trying my absolute hardest to conduct myself appropriately and have mature and collected emotional responses to situations that trigger me, but it’s never enough because I still slip up sometimes and god forbid she actually has to tolerate an autistic person in her house.

The thing is I can’t even try and talk through this with her because she’s literally not gonna accept that I’m trying to address a problem. She’s going to accuse me of making excuses for myself and make herself the victim of my “bullying behavior” like she has continually. Nothing she says or does could possibly be wrong, she’s the eXpErT on mental health and knows everything about every imaginable situation. She’s not open to changing her behavior or taking feedback, she literally just wants subservience and unquestioning obedience to everything she says.

I’m so tired of this. I want her to leave forever, but my dad would be sad if she did and then he would blame me. I literally have less than 10 months until I can transfer colleges, but apparently I’m too much of a problem to handle until then. I’m just difficult to be around and reactive and aggressive and pissy. Everything is Pigeons fault because he can’t figure out how to be a neurotypical mind reader with unfailing obedience and unending patience. Everything will always be Pigeons fault because he’s just terrible and selfish like that.

[bleachanimefan1]

Dragon Ball Legend Part 22

Another Transformation?,

"I'm putting a stop to this right now!" 

Ocarin quickly flew off, heading towards Frieza and Piccolo and Gohan followed behind her. 

"Gohan! Ocarin!" Krillin cried out. Frieza fired another shot at Piccolo before he noticed Ocarin and Gohan. Ocarin quickly teleported and kicked Frieza in the face, knocking Frieza away from Piccolo. Frieza crashed into the ground below them and Gohan began to gather his energy and fired it at Frieza.

"Masenkoha!" Gohan shouted. A large yellow beam shot straight at Frieza. Frieza struggled to push it back with his hands and Gohan continued to push it back. Frieza managed to gain control and knocked it back sending the beam flying at Gohan. Piccolo quickly shot an energy blast, deflecting the beam before it reached Gohan and knocked it upwards into the sky then it exploded.

"That was a close one." Piccolo said, smiling a little. He was impressed by how strong Gohan had become. He was no longer the weak, sniveling little crybaby anymore. "I can't believe Frieza survived that. But, boy, Gohan, what a pistol." Vegeta quickly turned to Krillin as the two were watching the fight.

"Hey, cue ball!" Vegeta grabbed Krillin. "Listen up and listen good cause I'm only going to say this once. The only way for us to beat Frieza is to wound me to an inch of my life. Because after what we've just witnessed, a Saiyan's power grows stronger after recovering from serious injuries! I need to get stronger! Understand me? Good!" Krillin stammered as he looked at Vegeta, shocked. "Well, what are you waiting for, huh? Punch me! Cut a hole in me! Cause if you don't, we are doomed!"

"But I can hurt you if I beat you up too much!" Krillin exclaimed.

"Very unlikely. Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Now according to my plan, once the Namekian gnome down there sees I'm nearly toast, he has no choice but to heal me, right?" Vegeta asked.

"Even though I can't stand your guts, I can't do it!" Krillin shook his head and pushed Vegeta off of him. Vegeta stared at him in shock.

"You-"

"Besides after what I just saw Gohan do, who needs you!" Krillin shouted.

"Give me a break! The kid's hasn't got any power left after that attack!" Vegeta argued.

"Pardon me, I hate to interrupt, but I am running on a bit of a tight schedule. So, to be fair, I'll even give you the choice of which one of you will be my first victim." Frieza smirked.

"I think he's talking to us, Vegeta." Krillin cringed.

"No! I'm not ready!" Vegeta shouted.

'My dear, dear, friend. Who is ever ready to meet their final fate? Now feast your eyes on my ultimate transformation!" Frieza laughed and he began to gather up energy.

"It's incredible." Piccolo said in disbelief.

"Now what are we going to do!?" Gohan cried out. Then Piccolo had noticed that Nail had been unusually quiet for awhile now.

"Something on your mind?"

"Well, yes, something has been bothering me. Why hasn't she used her powers? With them she could be able to defeat Frieza." Piccolo glanced at Ocarin.

"Ocarin? What do you mean? What powers?"

"I've witnessed it firsthand for myself when Guru unlocked her powers. It was terrifyingly strong but also incredible." Nail told him.

"Ocarin, I have something to ask you." Piccolo said to her. Ocarin turned to him.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Why can't you use your powers that Guru unlocked for you? Right now, would be really good." Piccolo said. Ocarin stared at him for a moment before looking down, sighing.

"I don't know how. Krillin and Gohan saw it the first time it happened.. when you were killed. I got so angry I lost control. I didn't even know that I had that kind of power until Guru told me about it. I'm a deity." She told him. Piccolo's eyes widen.

"A what?!" 

"Guru told me that I was a Cerulean, whatever that is. When he unlocked my powers and I saw it for myself, it was scary. I just didn't feel like me. It felt terrifying, but also powerful." 

"I think I might know how to trigger it from what you've told me." Piccolo replied. Ocarin turned back to him.

"What is it?-!" Suddely, Krillin attacked Vegeta and fired an energy blast in the Saiyan's stomach and Vegeta fell from the sky, plummenting to the ground. "What the?! Krillin attacked Vegeta!"

"Hey, what's going on? Whatcha do that for Krillin!?" Gohan shouted at Krillin.

"Gohan! Ocarin! You two get out of here right now!" Piccolo shouted. All three could sense Frieza was getting even more stronger, and his armor was starting to crack.

"B-But-!" Gohan stammered, not wanting to leave Piccolo or Ocarin. Ocarin's eyes widened when she saw Piccolo drop in the air, loosing conciousness.

"Piccolo!" Ocarin quickly flew towards Piccolo and caught him. "Hang in there. Come on, we got to get you to Dende." The two flew down and landed on the ground and Gohan landed beside them, looking at Piccolo, worried. "Gohan, go get Dende!" Ocarin quickly told him. Gohan nodded.

"Right! Dende's healing powers! He can fix you right up!" Krillin came down and landed next to the group.

"Krillin, we've got to find Dende!" Gohan explained to him.

"Krillin, why did you attack Vegeta?" Ocarin asked Krillin. Krillin frowned.

"Vegeta asked me to. He said if I did, he'd get Dende to heal him and turn into a Super Saiyan!" He explained to them. Ocarin stared at him in disblief.

"And you listened to him? Him of all people? Are you crazy?!" She shouted. She stopped when she heard Piccolo groan next to her and quickly turned back to him. "Piccolo!"

"Come on, we need to get Dende!" Gohan shouted and he and Krillin ran heading towards where they last saw the Namekian child along with Necke.

Dende cried out fearfully and backed away as Vegeta approached him and Necke.

"Come here, kid. You got to help me. If you know what's good for you, you will! Understand?" Dende shook his head.

"I can't help you!"

"Why should we help you!?" Necke shouted, angrily, at him.

"What are you saying?! I know you can help! I've seen you heal other people!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"I can only heal those who have a good heart. You, your heart is black from the people that you've hurt!" Dende shouted.

"What? You little-Unless you heal me, you little brat, Frieza's is going to wipe us all out!" Vegeta growled.

"I'm sorry, I can't!" Dende continued to back away from him.

"Come on! I don't have time for your stupid moral dilemma, kid!" Vegeta insisted.

"I won't do it!" Dende flew away, leaving Vegeta and Necke behind, heading towards Piccolo and Ocarin. Vegeta collapsed on the ground. He was losing a lot of blood and was starting to lose consciousness. Necke stared down at him unsure of what to before quickly chasing after Dende.

"Dende!"

"You'll pay for this!"

Gohan and Krillin saw Vegeta lying on the ground as well as Dende and Necke flying over them, heading towards Ocarin and Piccolo. The two followed after them.

"Dende! Necke! Down here!" Ocarin called out to the two Namekians. Dende and Necke landed beside her, kneeling in front of Piccolo.

"So, I hear that you have the power to heal me?" Piccolo said, weakly. Dende nodded and stretched out his hands as he started to heal Piccolo.

"Yes." Piccolo was engulfed in Dende's magic, and his wounds began to heal on their own, slowly closing up. He also felt his energy return to him, getting stronger and back to full strength. Piccolo blinked in shock and stood up and looked back down at Dende.

"This is amazing. Thanks kid, I owe you."

'Well, I didn't do it for you out, sir. I did it to help Nail." Dende said.

"Do I have healing powers?" Piccolo asked. Dende shook his head.

"No, you're a warrior Namekian. I'm from the Dragon clan and so is Necke. Our powers our mostly based on magic and healing." Piccolo noticed Necke, staring at him as he clinged to Ocarin.

"Is this the child you were talking about earlier?" Piccolo asked Ocarin. Ocarin nodded. "Yes. This is Necke. We've been looking out for each other."

'You look an awful lot like Nail." Necke said before his eyes widen in realization and he turned to Ocarin. "Oh, I get it! Is this the guy you mentioned earlier that meant very much to you?" Ocarin sputtered in shock and her eyes widened, blushing in embarrassment as did Piccolo's and he turned to her.

"Kids am I right? They say the darnedest things!" Ocarin chuckled sheepishly, brushing off the suspicious look that Piccolo was giving her.

Krillin and Gohan ran up to the group, seeing Dende was with them.

"Dende, listen, the only way to beat Frieza is to heal Vegeta. You got to understand, it's our only hope." Krillin insisted. Dende's eyes widen and he shook his head.

"I can't." He said. "He's just like Frieza! I can't help someone who destroyed my people!" Piccolo placed his hand on Dende's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, kid, but I have to agree with your friends. All of us combined are no match for Frieza. So, we need Vegeta, there's no other way." Nail's voice spoke through Piccolo. Suddenly, an loud explosion rang out from across the field, where Frieza was.

"It's Frieza! What are we going to do!?" Gohan cried out.

"He must be finished transforming!" Piccolo shouted.

"Guys, I say we get out of here while we can! Just until Goku gets here!" Krillin shouted.

"If we do that, Frieza will destroy this entire planet including Goku! I know Frieza has no regard for anyone or anything! And whatever he's transforming into it's really powerful. I wonder what it would look like." Piccolo said.

"I bet it's the most hideous, ugly, repulsive thing the universe." Krillin replied.

"Please, Dende, you have to forget about the past and heal Vegeta." Gohan insisted.

"Vegeta has done some terrible things, but we need him. Dende you have to heal him." Ocarin said. Dende nodded and he flew off, heading back to Vegeta. 

"Thanks, Dende." Gohan smiled.

"I can see him!" Piccolo shouted. Ocarin pushed Necke behind her. "Necke, stay behind me." Necke gripped tightly, his body trembling. 

Dende had made it back to Vegeta and began to heal him with his powers. Vegeta stood up just as Dende was done and glared down at him. "By the way-" He kicked Dende, hard, knocking Dende onto the ground. "Hey, punk, you're lucky that you've just caught me in a good mood." Vegeta turned back to Frieza.

"At last, Frieza decides to show himself and from here he doesn't' look so tough anymore. Well, I guess now that my power has increased, it's time to let my fist do the talking." The smoke slowly began to clear, revealing Frieza's new form. He had shrunken down and was skinnier, a rounder head, had purple patches on his body; one in the center of his chest, two on his shoulder and legs, and one spread out on the top of his head, and his tail had regenerated back and was longer.

"That's Frieza's new form? He doesn't look so tough to me." Krillin murmured.

"Shut up. Let me give you a piece of advice. Don't let the creature fool you cause you know looks aren't everything." Piccolo said. "He's just too strong! And even with our combined strength, there's no way we could start to put a new dent in his shiny new armor." He gritted his teeth in frustration. "I'd say we get out and maybe one day we can return and kill him."

"He's not going to give us that chance. He's too fast." Ocarin shook her head. Everyone tensed up and braced themselves when they saw Frieza slowly raised his hand, pointing his finger at them.

"Bang!" 

There was a big explosion behind them, and everyone quickly turned around to see that Frieza had targeted for Dende!

"DENDE!" Ocarin cried out.

"NO!" Gohan shouted.

"That's one down and I didn't even break a sweat." Frieza said, coldly.

"No, Dende." Gohan gritted his teeth angrily.

"He saw Dende use his powers to heal us and that's when he decided to take him out first." Piccolo gasped.

"You'll pay for this.." Ocarin growled. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" She screamed furiously at Frieza before emitting a bright and blinding blue light.

Gohan, Krillin, Necke, Vegeta and Piccolo saw Ocarin's skin began to flicker turning a pale blue and her hair white and wavier.