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nerdierholler · 7 months ago
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Back update! Further talking to my sister and she says this really sounds like a disk issue so I might have a slightly bulging disk. Good news is that with rest and caution it should get better on its own but I do need to be really careful with it for the next month or two or it will become a major problem potentially. Good times. Fun times.
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blossoms-phan · 2 months ago
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you don’t have to post if it’s like something that’s not talked about but I don’t know much about dan and phil’s personal life or what they have shared and I was wondering if dan was raised by his grandma? just cause out of everyone in his family she’s the only one that he mentions with regularity and fondness
hi! it has been talked about before a lot in past years (i just fell down a rabbit hole of some peoples tags before answering this lol), and disclaimer- family relationships are complicated and nuanced, i don’t claim to know the specifics of dan’s relationship with his family other than what he’s told us. but generally speaking, dan talks about his grandma (maternal) most often and with fondness because he has a really strong bond with her, and though i don’t know if i would necessarily say he was raised by her solely, he definitely spent a lot of his childhood with her. dan has spoken about his parents not necessarily being very present/supportive when he was younger, which isn’t to say they weren’t there to like, be his parents but to my knowledge they both worked a lot and he’s talked about calling his grandma on the phone or going to her house after school and things like that. there’s a lot to unpack as far as dan’s family goes if im being so honest but dan definitely fits into that category of “oldest daughter/girls who were raised by their grandma”
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iffondrels-library · 1 year ago
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Ended up coloring some messy pen doodles of my horses from botw. Top is Buttermilk (spelled Buttermlk because I ran out of space). She's my go-to for minigames and cart pulling. Bottom is Sabyss (like sable abyss because a black stallion needs an edgy name), my constant travel companion. This guy has trampled so many hinoxes.
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misty-wisp · 4 months ago
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omori video game they could never make me hate you
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slime-crafters · 11 days ago
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ALSO, baldur's gate is very fun to play as someone who has frequent delusions about Brain Parasites. Honestly I find it very relatable in that regard
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serenofroses · 1 year ago
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ugh, disk write error while updating swtor on steam. 💀
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the-blathermouth · 10 months ago
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Lacey's Dumpster
I made another Lacey edit with a Penelope Scott song, don't know if I'm gonna make any more of these (if I am then it probably won't be until the next video) but for now I'm pretty happy with the two
This one's less disturbing then the first one but there's still a bit of gore you should be weary of by the end
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average-monster · 1 year ago
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Hollow Knight fandom I need your help!
You see, when I joined tumblr a few years ago, I immediately fell in love with your plucky little protagonist. I also love the aesthetic. The problem is that I have very little patience for story driven video games.
Is there anywhere I can read some lore? Just enough to find some fanfic I can read without getting lost. Or more, idk.
Thanks in advance. 🙂
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tempestuous-tempest · 1 year ago
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I dont write often because I've had writers block, but I kinda have an idea for a Watch_Dogs based story or fanfic or whatever you wanna call it.
I already gave it the title despite not writing it out yet; "The Tiger, The Fox and The Hare". However the idea is with one of my 5 characters (Nalla: A Fixer), Jordi and Aiden. It's not exactly a romantic type thing to be honest.
But basically they go on a job together and the big main event in the story would be a masquerade party type thing. That's where the Tiger, Fox and Hare kick in as they are wearing their respective masks. (Jordi as the Tiger, Aiden as the Fox and Nalla as the Hare.)
Of course it would have more too it but that's the base idea.
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just-sum-stupid-account · 1 year ago
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Fascinating energy coming from Murdoc in the Pac-Man MV. Giving off the same vibes as that cat at your cousin's place who's extremely skittish when strangers are in the house & will stay in a vacant room for hours until said strangers are gone so it can continue to eat its food and shit in the litterbox in peace.
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pbaz7 · 13 days ago
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FLIGHT 2136: PART 9
paige x azzi
word count: 7.3k
A/N: I don’t even know. I’m real iffy about this (i hate it) but a lot of people wanted it so here we are lol. This is honestly a random ass chapter and it’s a little all over the place. There’s at least a common theme throughout the chapter which is good I guess! Let me know what you think :)
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Paige has been chronically offline since the accident. Of course she still scrolls on her accounts but her social media presence was almost nonexistent—just a collection of sponsored ads and the occasional basketball dump that, knowingly to fans, was usually Azzi’s doing these days. If it weren’t for her teammates tagging her in posts, some people joked they’d forget she even had social media.
Because Paige was so inactive online, fans paid extra attention to her whenever she did show up. Every glimpse of her—whether it was a blurry background appearance in someone’s TikTok or a split-second cameo in an Instagram story—became something to dissect. It wasn’t just about what she was doing, but who she was always with.
Azzi wasn’t much better when it came to social media. She posted more than Paige, but that wasn’t saying much. Her feed was mostly basketball, occasional glimpses into her workouts, and sometimes a rare photo dump. But what fans noticed most was that, when she did post anything remotely fun or glimpses of her life, Paige was often in the videos.
It started subtly—Azzi posting TikTok trends with the team, Paige reluctantly included but always standing closest to Azzi. Then, she’d randomly post duets of them. Ones where Paige didn’t even try to hide her smile when Azzi pulled her into frame, or where she’d roll her eyes but still play along, because it was Azzi. Fans ate it up, stitching their videos with captions like Azzi is the only one who can make Paige do anything.
Then there were the off-the-court moments. Paige and Azzi getting caught whispering on the bench regardless of who was sitting in between them. The way Azzi’s hand would linger on Paige’s arm after huddles, or how Paige always seemed to turn to Azzi first when she was talking.
None of it was concrete. But to fans who had been paying attention, it was enough to start putting the pieces together.
The suspicion grew more on a random night after a game. KK, Aubrey, and Ice were piled in one of the team suites, Ice’s phone was propped up on live. They weren’t talking about anything in specific—just answering questions, talking about the game, and laughing about something they were trying to explain they saw from the bench.
In the background, Paige was in her own world, sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t even know the live was happening. Which wasn’t unusual. Paige was rarely the one front and center in these kinds of things, and the fans knew it.
But that didn’t stop them from trying.
The comments flooding in.
Pls get Paige in the camera!
Can Paige come say hi???
Ice glanced over her shoulder. “Yo, they’re asking for you,” she told Paige, shifting the camera slightly to show the fans her reaction.
Paige didn’t even look up from her phone. She just shook her head, laughing. “Nah, I’m good.”
The comments started flying in:
SHE LAUGHED OMG
She always does this 😭
Why is Paige allergic to cameras but will be in every single Azzi TikTok?
KK snickered, reading the comments in her head but not saying anything out loud. She, Ice, and Aubrey went back to talking about what happened on the bench during the game, reenacting the moment that had them in tears. The chat kept moving at full speed, fans still begging for Paige to come into frame, but the three ignored it, too caught up in their conversation.
After about 15 minutes the door to the suite opened, and Azzi walked in with Jana.
When they stepped in, Ice perked up. “Look who it is!” she said, grinning.
“Come say hi to the live real quick,” KK said, motioning for them to get in frame.
Jana, always down, strolled right over and leaned into the camera. “What are y’all doing?” she said, reading some of the comments as they flooded in.
Azzi, on the other hand, didn’t fully step in. She just popped her head into frame, flashing a quick smile. “Hey, guys,” she said casually before popping back out.
With the addition of Jana, the energy in the room picked up again. Ice, KK, and Aubrey focused on interacting with fans. The chat was flying, a mix of people laughing along and still—relentlessly—begging for Paige to get in the camera.
KK was the first to notice. She shook her head and nudged Aubrey, who glanced at what KK was pointing at and laughing. Jana and Ice caught on next, and within a few seconds, the four of them silently reached an agreement.
They all turned toward Paige simultaneously, eyes wide, lips jutted out in exaggerated pouts.
Paige, still lounging on the couch, didn’t even have to look up to know something was off. They had gotten way too quiet. With a small sigh, she lifted her head—only to be met with four identical, pleading expressions staring directly at her.
She blinked. “That looks like a scene from a horror movie.”
KK snorted, but no one broke character.
Paige let out a long sigh before pushing herself off the couch. “Alright, alright, chill,” she mumbled, as she walked toward them.
The live chat exploded:
NO WAY SHE ACTUALLY GOT UP THE POWER THEY HAVE
We finally won 😭
She stepped into the frame and forced a tight smile. “Hello,” she said simply.
She looks like she’s being held hostage 💀
Someone check if she blinked twice
Paige glanced down at the screen, reading through a few of them which were definitely inappropriate and shook her head. “Y’all are crazy,” she mumbled.
Then, her attention shifted slightly—just past the camera.
Her lips curled into a small grin, subtle at first, but it grew when her ears tinged a faint shade of red. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. Her voice was softer, more familiar, like she had completely forgotten they were on live.
The chat instantly reacted.
WHO IS SHE TALKING TO??
Wait, what’s happening?
Y’all saw that shift in energy?? HELLO???
Just then, another voice mumbled something from behind the camera. "You look cute when you’re all shy like that."
Paige’s smile deepened as she shook her head, a small huff escaping her lips. “Did I say I was shy?” she shot back, raising an eyebrow.
WHO JUST SAID THAT??
Was that Azzi???
NAH WHOEVER THAT IS HAS HER FLUSTERED
Paige is actually blushing. I’m sick, it's not me.
Azzi’s voice came again, a little clearer this time, but still low enough that it wasn’t obvious who was speaking. "You don’t have to say it. I can see it."
Paige bit her lip, eyes flickering downward for a second before shaking her head again. “Mhm,” she hummed, her amusement clear. “That’s crazy.”
Now the fans were in full meltdown mode, scrambling to piece it together.
HELLO???
WHAT IS HAPPENING.
WHO IS SHE TALKING TO??
KK glanced down at the comments, but she hadn’t been following the chaos leading up to them. All she saw was "Who’s behind the camera?"
“Oh,” she said, reaching for the phone. “It’s just Azzi Fudd Fudd.”
She turned the camera toward Azzi, who barely had time to blink before being on the live. Azzi gave a small smile, waving before KK propped the phone back in its original spot.
OH. MY. GOD.
IT WAS AZZI LMAOOO
THE WAY SHE WAS JUST STANDING THERE?? HELLO??
Paige, babe, be so real with us right now. Like be fr.
Paige, for her part, had already retreated back to the couch, stretching out with an arm over the backrest.
Eventually, Azzi wandered over, standing in front of Paige, who tilted her head up to look at her. The fans couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t matter because Paige had that goofy grin on her face—the one she only ever gave Azzi.
Paige picked up her phone, holding it out in front of her as she showed something to Azzi. Azzi took it, leaning down just a little closer, her eyebrows furrowing as she examined the screen. The fans could see her jaw drop in mock disbelief.
“Absolutely not,” Azzi said, shaking her head with a playful, incredulous tone.
Paige looked shocked. “Wait, what?” she asked, but before Azzi responded, she was turning to walk off frame, clearly trying to hide a grin.
Paige jumped up from the couch to follow her. The camera caught her moving quickly, her hand still holding her phone as she trailed behind Azzi, just as the two disappeared off-camera.
A moment later, a playful squeal is heard, followed by Azzi’s laughter. “Paige, stop!” she yells through her laugh.
There’s a bit of shuffling—movement that suggests a playful struggle—before Paige’s voice comes through. “You act like you don’t like it.”
After that there was a soft thud, like someone bumping into furniture, then the distant click of a door shutting.
KK glances toward the door before turning back to the screen, eyebrows raised.
As time passed and Paige and Azzi still hadn’t returned, the live became chaotic, with Ice and KK taking over, entertaining fans the best way they knew how—by arguing.
“Bro, you literally just said the opposite like five minutes ago,” Ice argued, pointing at KK.
“Girl boo. No, I didn’t,” KK shot back.
“Oh my God bro yes you did,” Ice insisted, shaking her head. “Somebody roll the tape.”
Then, someone finally asked:
Where did Paige and Azzi go???
KK glanced at the chat. “Prolly with they boyfriends.”
Ice turned her head, eyes widening before she let out a snicker, barely holding back her laugh.
GIRL BE SO FR RIGHT NOW.
WITH WHO???? NAME NAMES.
ICE LAUGHING CAUSE SHE KNOWS.
Paige and Azzi somewhere laughing at us rn.
KK YOU’RE NOT FUNNY (yes you are but still).
After that live, it seemed like the fans were watching their every move. It wasn’t like Paige and Azzi were hiding anything—it was more that they weren’t about to make any official announcements, nor were they ever planning on doing anything overt in front of the cameras.
Still, the speculation never stopped. Fans were divided—some adamantly claimed the two of them weren’t even gay, others argued they were just best friends, while a small group swore up and down that something was definitely happening between them. Despite all the chatter, Paige and Azzi never commented on it. And that, in itself, said enough.
There were no denials, no confirmations, just the two of them continuing on with their lives, the bond between them only becoming more obvious with time. It was clear to anyone who paid close enough attention that Paige and Azzi were something more than just teammates, more than just friends. But until they decided otherwise, everyone would have to keep guessing.
The podcast started, and the two of them were settled in front of the mics, the cameras already rolling. Paige looked a little stiff at first, clearly still not quite used to the whole “podcast” thing, while Azzi was a little more relaxed.
The Overtime WBB manager gave them a thumbs up, signaling for them to just start talking, telling them they’d chime in if they needed anything..
Azzi leaned into the mic first. "Hi, I’m Azzi Fudd."
Paige raised a hand, half-waving at the camera. "Paige Bueckers."
Azzi flashed a grin. "Um so, we’re partnering with Overtime WBB for a few podcast episodes, and honestly, it’s just gonna be a yap session. Nothing too serious. Just us talking and they’re going to clip whichever parts they like."
Paige chuckled at that. "Yap session? That’s one way to put it."
Azzi turned to her with her grin still in place. "Basically what it is. And yes, you have to participate."
Paige huffed as she leaned back in her chair. "I don’t know why I got picked for this.”
"You know exactly why you got picked for this."
Paige just shakes her head, picking up some of the cards they had in front of her, flipping through them absentmindedly. She wasn’t quite sure where to start.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, glancing at the cards in Paige’s hands. "So, how do you wanna do this?"
Paige looked up, smiling softly. "You can start."
Azzi leaned forward, giving Paige a look. "Just so you know I’m not running this whole thing. I’ll let you sit there being mysterious for a little bit though."
Paige laughed. "I’m not tryna be mysterious. I’m just… tryna figure out how to talk into a mic without sounding awkward."
Azzi laughed softly. "Just act like we're on the phone or FaceTime or something."
Paige gave her a look—one silently saying, you definitely don’t want us doing that.
Azzi caught the look and rolled her eyes slightly, laughing again. "Okay, maybe let’s not do that."
Paige nodded with a grin on her face. "Exactly."
Azzi shook her head, picking up the cards in front of her. She scanned through a few trying to find one that she knew would relax Paige a little bit. After a second she turned back to Paige with a grin. “Who's the best shooter on the team?"
Paige snorted. "Me."
Azzi raised an eyebrow "So, we're starting off the first episode with lying, huh?"
"Azzi, I’m a better shooter than you."
"Really? Do we wanna tell everybody what happened yesterday after practice?"
Paige sat up in her chair as she squinted her eyes at Azzi. "You mean when you cheated and threw your ball in the air on my last shot?"
Azzi grinned. "You still missed. Meaning you lost."
Paige shook her head. "You cheated.
Azzi’s grin only grew as she shrugged nonchalantly. "You're just a sore loser."
Paige shot her a glare. "I’m a sore loser? You still can't admit I beat you in a one-on-one."
"Because you didn’t win."
Paige threw her hands up. "Bro, I was up 18-17!"
Azzi’s grin only grew when she saw Paige getting riled up. "Exactly. It was win by two. So, no, you didn’t win."
Paige let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. "Whatever."
Azzi laughed, leaning back in her chair. "I’ll let you be delusional today but we both know what's good."
Paige smirked a little at this but didn't say anything back. Just raised her eyebrows at Azzi before she looked down at her cards. After a moment, she picked one out and glanced up at Azzi.
"Would you rather be stuck in a room with me or Coach for 24 hours?"
Azzi snorted, her face lighting up with amusement. She pretended to think for a moment, tapping her chin dramatically before glancing at Paige with a grin. "I don’t know man...that’s a tough one...you’d get a little annoying after like hour ten."
Paige dropped her jaw in disbelief, looking at Azzi like she’d just been betrayed. "Wowww."
Azzi's eyes sparkled as she looked back at Paige. "Still…I’d rather be stuck in a room with you, Paige."
The way she said it and the way she looked at Paige as she tilted her head slightly, made the words hang in the air for a moment. There was a beat of silence, the slight tension between them clear to everyone in the room. Paige held Azzi’s gaze, and for just a second, neither of them said anything—too caught up in the weight of the moment.
Paige’s smile faded slightly, her heartbeat a little louder in her ears. Azzi blinked, breaking the spell, and leaned back casually in her chair, her grin returning like nothing had happened.
Azzi flipped to the next card, reading it over before glancing at Paige with a curious expression. “Who's the hardest player to guard in college basketball?”
Paige barely hesitated before answering, her voice smooth in the mic. “You.”
Azzi blinked, caught off guard for a split second before a slow smirk spread across her face. “Oh?” she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Go on.”
Paige rolled her eyes at Azzi’s reaction but continued. “You’re shifty, your release time is basically nonexistent, you can get to the rim, and you never stop moving. It’s annoying.”
Azzi grinned, clearly pleased. “Annoying, huh?”
Paige nodded. “Very.”
“So what I’m hearing is, I give you problems.”
Paige scoffed, shaking her head. “Alright I never said allat.”
Azzi turned to the camera, her smile still present. “You hear that, everybody? Paige Bueckers just admitted that I’m the toughest player she’s had to guard. Basically said she can’t guard me.”
Paige groaned, rubbing her temples. “See, this is why I don’t say nice things. Your head gets bigger than it already is.”
Azzi laughed, clearly enjoying every second of Paige’s frustration, before turning back to the camera. "I swear she’s a lot nicer to me when she isn’t in front of a camera."
Paige scoffed, tilting her head slightly. "That’s funny, ’cause I was just thinking the same thing about you."
Azzi smirked. "Oh yeah?"
Paige nodded, her eyes locked on Azzi. "Mhm. You act all innocent in front of people, but when it’s just us? Whole different person."
Azzi raised an eyebrow. "What kinda different we talkin'?"
Paige leaned forward, a smile forming on her face. "The kinda different when you’re all over me."
Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "You’re wild for saying that on camera."
Paige shrugged, her smile growing. "What? It’s not like I’m lying."
Azzi tilted her head, pretending to consider if she was going to play into this with Paige. "You’re the one who gets all soft when we’re alone. Acting like you don’t melt the second I touch you."
Paige let out a soft laugh. "I don’t melt."
Azzi smirked. "You do."
Paige and Azzi exchanged a look before breaking into quiet laughter, clearly amused by how quickly their conversation had derailed.
"Now look who's flirting on camera," Paige teased.
Azzi shook her head, feigning innocence. "They can cut it out."
Both of them instinctively glanced to the side where the Overtime WBB crew stood, watching. One of the staff members, who had been jotting down notes, simply nodded. "Say no more," she mumbled, scribbling something down—probably making a note to edit out that part.
The staff member finished jotting down notes and looked up at them. "Alright, we’re going to do a speed round of questions to see how well you two know each other which should give us enough to wrap it up for today."
Paige and Azzi both nodded, settling in. Paige glanced at the paper, huffing out a laugh when she saw the question. "What’s my go-to order?"
Azzi snorted. "Chicken tenders and fries."
Paige grinned, satisfied with the answer, but Azzi wasn’t done as she adds, "She eats like a toddler."
Paige gasped. "No, I don’t! They’ve just never failed me. Gotta stick with ole-reliable when I go to new places."
Azzi shook her head, laughing, before reading the next question. "What’s my pregame ritual?"
"You always have to poop right before the game."
"This is true."
Paige continued easily, describing Azzi’s pregame routine as if she had been Azzi’s teammate for years. "But other than that, we both listen to the playlist I made, you tie your shoes a certain way, right first then left, and then you stretch longer than everybody else so you can pretend like—"
Azzi cut her off, eyes widening. "Alright, alright, let’s not spill all my secrets!"
Paige chuckled saying, “What you got opps?”
Azzi mumbles out, “Probably.”
Paige just laughed, shaking her head. She glanced down at her paper again. "What’s one of my pet peeves?"
Azzi didn’t hesitate. "When people chew too loud."
Paige pointed at her. "Facts."
Azzi looked slightly toward the camera before turning back to Paige. "Any time somebody chews loudly, she physically looks like she’s in pain. She’s too nice to say anything, though."
Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she moved on. "Alright, what’s something I always say on the court?"
Azzi laughed instantly. "‘That’s off’—you used to only do it when you shot and knew it was about to miss but you’ve started doing it when I shoot now too."
Paige laughed. "Cause you gotta rebound more so I’m tryna help you out."
"Yeah whatever."
Paige gestured for Azzi to go next.
Azzi glanced down at the paper in front of her, skimming a few of them before asking, "What’s my guilty pleasure TV show?"
Paige leaned back in her chair confidently. "Any Bachelor or Love Island spinoff. You swear you don’t care, but then you get way too invested every time."
Azzi playfully rolled her eyes but grinned. "Okay, fair."
Paige wasn’t done. "Then you force me to watch it with you every night and start asking questions like, ‘Why did he pick her over the other girl?’"
Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "Alright you’re just adding all the extra details to these questions. "
Paige gave her Azzi smile and shrugged. "That’s the game, right?"
Azzi exhaled, looking down to hide her blush before picking her next question. "What’s something random I love?"
Paige didn’t even blink. "The smell of fresh laundry. You always say it’s one of the best smells in the world."
Azzi raised an impressed eyebrow. "I’m surprised you got that one so quick."
Paige shrugged like it was obvious. "That’s because every time you do laundry, you take a deep breath and say, ‘That’s elite’ before you make me fold em."
Azzi covered her face laughing. "Okay, stop exposing me!"
Paige just grinned before asking the next question. "What’s something that instantly annoys me?"
Azzi hummed. "When people take too long to tell a story."
Paige pointed at her again. "Oh my god bro! If you have a five-minute story, please don’t take twenty minutes to tell it."
Azzi shook her head, smiling. "She gets so impatient when people don’t get to the point. I can literally see it on her face. Then she starts fidgeting around like a child."
Paige let out a dramatic sigh. "Because why are you dragging it? Just get to the point!"
Azzi laughed, nodding before glancing at her next question. "What’s one of my biggest fears?"
Paige’s smirk faded slightly as she answered the question softly. "Not reaching your full potential."
Azzi blinked, the playful air between them shifting just for a moment. Paige held her gaze, the answer coming too naturally—reflecting the long conversations and late nights the two of them shared talking about things like that.
Azzi nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said softly before clearing her throat and forcing a smirk. "That and spiders."
Paige let the moment pass and grinned. "Yeah, those too. You basically crawled up my back when there was a spider in my bathroom once"
Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, next question."
Paige smirked. It was clear she was enjoying herself. "What’s something I do when I’m overthinking?"
Azzi exhaled, already knowing the answer. "You play with your ring on your finger and if you’re trying to not be too obvious because I’m around you bite the inside of your cheek."
Paige stared at her for a moment before grinning because of course Azzi had picked up on the second one "Okay, stalker."
"I just pay attention to you."
Paige didn’t say anything for a second, just held her gaze with that small smirk of hers.
After a beat of silence—just the two of them smiling at each other—the staff member cleared her throat. "Alright guys thank you. I think that’s good for today."
Azzi turned toward them, flashing a polite smile. "Sounds good, thank you."
Paige, however, was still looking at her, that smirk lingering like she knew something Azzi didn’t.
Azzi stood up, stretching her arms above her head before mumbling under her breath, "Stop staring at me creep."
Paige leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms—eyes never leaving Azzi. "Not my fault you’re in my line of sight."
Azzi rolled her eyes but glanced over her shoulder, seeing which staff members were still lingering around. After a second, she seemed satisfied with what she saw and then turned her attention back to Paige.
She moved closer, standing between Paige’s legs, her presence drawing Paige's gaze upward. The smirk on Paige’s face never faltered.
Azzi tilted her head slightly, a glint in her eyes as she reached out to take Paige’s hand, fingers casually playing with hers. "What?" she asked.
Paige tugged gently at Azzi’s hand, pulling her down into her lap. "I like your hair like that," she said softly, her fingers playing with the ends of Azzi's curls as she settled her more comfortably.
Paige glanced up at Azzi, smiling up at her softly. "This okay pretty?"
Azzi looked around again, checking the room before her gaze returned to Paige. She nodded, her voice quiet. "Yeah," she replied, settling into Paige's lap.
As soon as she got confirmation Paige pulled Azzi into a kiss by her jaw. Azzi’s hand instinctively found its way to Paige's cheek, her fingers tracing her face as she kissed back, both of them losing themselves in the moment for a while.
When they broke apart, Azzi whispered softly, her breath still warm against Paige’s lips, "You did well. I’m proud of you baby."
Paige chuckled, her smirk returning as she leaned back slightly. "Thank you."
Azzi raised an eyebrow at Paige’s demeanor, her tone teasing as she asked, "Did you like it?"
Paige, still with that same smirk, shook her head playfully. "Nope."
Azzi laughed, her fingers gently running through Paige's hair as she leaned in again, clearly enjoying the playful tension between them. "You're cute," she mumbled affectionately, her lips brushing Paige's temple.
Azzi’s fingers gently continued to play with Paige’s hair, a soft rhythm as they both relaxed into the moment. Paige let her head fall back against the chair completely, closing her eyes, letting the peace of the moment wash over her. The warmth of Azzi’s presence beside her always felt grounding.
Azzi, always attuned to Paige’s needs, let her take the brief moment of quiet. She shifted slightly, resting her head against Paige's shoulder, her hand still lightly grazing Paige’s hair as she hummed softly when she smelt Paige’s cologne, content to simply be there.
But the stillness didn’t last for long. A soft voice broke the moment. "Hey, sorry to bother you guys."
Azzi blinked, her eyes opening to see a staff member standing nearby. She straightened up, offering a polite smile, though there was still a relaxed air about her. "No problem," Azzi said.
The staff member looked at both of them. "Just wanted to check in to see if there's anything else from the podcast you want to be taken out, besides that one portion we already talked about?"
Paige opened her eyes, glancing over at Azzi showing she fully expected her to answer it for them.
"I think we're good," Azzi said, giving Paige a quick look to silently confirm. "Just that one part...everything else should be fine."
Paige simply nodded in agreement before closing her eyes again.
The staff member made a quick note on her clipboard. "Alright, cool. Just wanted to check in before we wrap up. You can just message us if anything else comes up."
As the staff member walked off, Azzi shifted back into a more relaxed position, her fingers resuming their movements through Paige’s hair. She mumbled, "Kinda crazy how we spent our off day working."
Paige mumbled in response—her eyes still shut. "Tell me about it."
Azzi huffed out a soft laugh, amused by Paige’s tired tone. She leaned in and kissed Paige’s neck gently, the brief contact making Paige grin.
Pulling away just enough, Azzi sat up, looking down at Paige with a small smile. "Let’s get you back to the room before you pass out sleepyhead," she said softly as she helped Paige sit up.
Paige stretched slowly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she finally met Azzi’s eyes, still smiling. "I’m not sleepy… just...happy I don’t have to talk."
Azzi grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Whatever you say," she replied. Her eyes softened when she noticed the way Paige’s eyes were starting to droop. "You’re gonna pass out the second we get back to the room, aren’t you?"
Paige didn’t answer right away, but the lazy smile on her face and the way she leaned slightly on Azzi as they began to walk was enough of an answer. Azzi shook her head in amusement, offering her a gentle nudge as she led the way toward the door. "I knew it," she mumbled with a grin.
Once small clips of the podcast were released, the attention on Paige and Azzi only grew. The fans were watching more closely if possible, dissecting every interaction, every glance, every touch.
The two of them didn’t mind. Paige who was still reacclimating to the overwhelming attention, was more reserved around fans in general. But one thing she never did was change how she acted with Azzi. Whether cameras were on them or not, Azzi remained within reach—adjusting Paige’s hoodie strings, fixing her chain, brushing something off her sleeve. Small gestures that didn’t go unnoticed because there was no one else on the team doing them.
It was ironic, really. Fans remembered Paige playfully yelling at Ice during a livestream, claiming she hated being touched after Ice bear hugged her. Yet, with Azzi, she never seemed to mind.
Some of the more in-tune fans noticed subtle shifts in their demeanor when they were in public versus when they were on lives or behind the scenes. Paige was usually the protective one—shooting glares at the team when they bothered Azzi, draping an arm around her when she was pouring about something. But when they were at games or events, surrounded by fans, the roles seemed to reverse. Azzi subtly became the protective one.
She was the one gently guiding Paige away from crowded situations, standing just slightly in front of her when fans ran over to them too quickly, placing a hand on her lower back when the attention became too much. People other than just fans were starting to notice.
"Have y’all realized that Paige acts all big and bad with the team but the second they’re in public, Azzi’s the one protecting her???"
"No, let's talk about it bc Azzi is always making sure Paige is comfortable in crowded spaces and I think I’m gonna cry."
The event was supposed to be simple—meet fans, take pictures, sign a few autographs. And if this had been two years ago, it probably would have been much calmer. But things had changed.
With the rise in popularity, the number of fans crowding the venue had grown, completely filling the space with excited chatter and eager energy. People called out players' names, some holding jerseys and posters, others just wanting a quick interaction. Paige, despite being a transfer, had been welcomed with open arms. And if there was any doubt before the event, it was clear now—these fans completely adored her.
Azzi was caught up in conversation, taking pictures, signing things, flashing smiles when she needed to, but every so often, her eyes drifted toward Paige.
At first, it was just out of habit—glancing over to check in, to get a quick glimpse of her girlfriend.
But then, the crowd around Paige continued to grow.
Azzi’s stomach tensed as she watched more people press in, everyone trying to get a moment of her attention. At first, Paige didn’t seem to mind. She was still smiling, still quietly answering questions.
But Azzi knew better.
She remembered one night, months ago, when Paige had admitted, almost offhandedly, “Since the accident I get really claustrophobic sometimes. Not all the time, but when too many people are around me, and I can’t move the way I want or go where I want, it just…gets to me I guess.”
Azzi hadn’t forgotten.
Which was why she kept glancing over now, watching the way Paige’s shoulders stiffened just slightly, the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore. The way she was playing with the ring on her finger was always a clear sign of discomfort.
Azzi didn’t hesitate to make her way towards her after that. She didn’t rush, didn’t make it obvious—just started subtly making her way toward the crowd, offering a few more smiles, taking a couple more pictures along the way.
Azzi was nearly there when she saw Paige tensing as a fan wrapped an arm around her waist for a picture. It might have looked normal to anyone else, just a casual pose for the picture but the fan's arm was pressed securely around Paige’s torso, right where her scar was.
Paige didn’t say anything. She just offered a tight smile, her fingers still idly twisting the ring on her finger relentlessly.
Sliding smoothly into the group, Azzi greeted the fans with her usual warmth, her voice light. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”
The distraction was enough. The fan instinctively loosened her hold as she turned toward her, and in that split second, Azzi slid in. “Mind if I hop in for one?” she asked, flashing her grin. Before the fan could fully process it, Azzi gently moved their arm away from Paige, positioning herself in the middle instead. The way she did it was subtle—done so effortlessly that no one would think twice about it.
The picture was taken, and Azzi smiled at the fan before signing something for her.
After that she turned toward the group smiling as she said, “Sorry, guys, I need to steal her for a second,” already reaching for Paige’s hand to tug her away from the group.
Azzi guided Paige toward the exit, her hand resting lightly on Paige’s back as they weaved through the maze of people. As they neared the door, Azzi caught CD’s questioning look from nearby. With a simple glance, CD silently asked where they were going.
Azzi mouthed, Just taking a quick break.
CD gave a small nod of approval, trusting them both, before turning back to the chaos of the event.
Azzi led Paige toward the team's coach bus, still parked out front. The cool air was a welcome contrast to the heat of the packed venue, and the moment they stepped onto the empty bus, Paige exhaled deeply. They slid into a random seat, and as soon as she was sitting, Paige dragged her hands down her face, finally letting herself breathe.
Azzi didn’t say anything at first. She knew Paige needed a moment to gather herself. Instead, she just sat beside her, letting the quietness settle between them.
But when she noticed Paige starting to zone out, her eyes becoming unfocused, her fingers idly twisting the ring on her hand again, Azzi reached over and gently took her hand.
“What’s going on in that pretty head?” she asked her softly.
Paige let out a quiet breath, giving Azzi a small, appreciative smile before shaking her head. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she admitted, “I don’t know if I can do this, Az.”
Azzi’s brows knitted together as she turned toward Paige. “What do you mean?”
Paige let out a slow exhale, her fingers still playing with the ring on her finger. "I don’t know how to do this whole public figure thing anymore," she admitted, her voice quiet. "Before the accident, it was easier. Even though it was hectic, I could handle it—I loved it. But now… everything’s just harder. Social media, interactions, all of it."
Azzi frowned slightly, wanting to ease her worries. "You don’t need to be a public figure to be a basketball player P."
Paige simply gave her a look—one that silently told Azzi they both knew that wasn’t true.
Paige took a deep breath before continuing, her tone filled with frustration. "How am I supposed to be a face of a league team when I can’t even handle a crowd at a damn bowling alley?"
Azzi sighed softly before adjusting, hooking her arm through Paige’s and leaning her head against her shoulder. She reached down, replacing Paige’s hand with her own as she began absentmindedly playing with the ring on Paige’s finger, both of them staring ahead in silence for a moment.
Then, after gathering her thoughts, Azzi finally spoke. "You’re going to be perfectly fine, baby."
She paused, knowing she needed to explain why in a way that made sense to Paige. After a brief moment, she continued, her head still resting against Paige’s shoulder. "You’re so easy for people to love, to root for, to gravitate to."
Azzi lifted her head slightly, glancing at Paige before leaning down and continuing. "The moment you announced you were transferring to UConn, your name was everywhere. Every sports outlet, every social media page—everyone was talking about the return of Paige Bueckers." She paused, her fingers still gently twisting the ring. "You didn’t even have a social media presence and brands still threw the craziest deals at you."
Paige listened quietly, her chest rising and falling steadily as she took in Azzi’s words.
"You went from not being mentioned on draft boards to jumping into the first round after what…four games?" Azzi tilted her head slightly before laughing at herself. "I started rambling and kinda lost my train of thought."
Paige chuckled softly, the sound warm as she kissed Azzi’s head before leaning her own against Azzi’s.
Azzi smiled before letting out a quiet breath. "I guess my point was, I’m saying all of this to remind you that despite everything you went through, despite how much it still weighs on you. How much you still want to work on…you’re a light for everyone else. You’re a genuine person, you have the sweetest soul of anyone I’ve ever met. You’re talented, honest, and just…” Azzi pauses to gather her thoughts, silently thanking the universe for giving her someone like Paige. She continues saying, “You’re just an amazing human baby. And people don’t see that a lot in public figures these days."
Paige closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words settle.
"You could never post on social media again, you could hire a social media manager to handle everything, and people would still love you," Azzi continued. "They love you even when you don’t interact with them. Just being in the same room as you is enough for some of them. Just getting a glimpse of you—I don’t know if I’m cut out to make the decisions but if I was a GM that sounds like a damn great person to build my team around.”
Paige swallowed, her fingers curling around Azzi’s. She didn’t say anything right away, but the tension in her shoulders slowly began to ease.
Azzi squeezed Paige’s hand gently, grounding her before she continued. "No, you might not be the same Paige from high school—the one who filmed TikToks with kids after games and didn’t mind when hundreds of people waited for her and warmed her." She glanced up, making sure Paige was listening. "But this version of you? This perfect version of you that I love more than anything in this world. You still find time to make people’s day, even when you don’t realize it."
Paige exhaled softly, her body relaxing against Azzi.
"It’s gonna take time to get used to it again," Azzi admitted. "And that’s perfectly fine. Until then, just doing it in small bursts is enough." She played with the ring on Paige’s finger again. "And just so we’re clear—you are not obligated to give your time to anyone."
Paige let out a quiet huff of laughter, shaking her head slightly.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, a smile forming. "What?"
Paige turned to her, her blue eyes soft and filled with something Azzi recognized instantly. "I just love you," she whispered. "And I’m so thankful that God brought you into my life."
While Paige was saying this, Azzi's brown eyes were locked onto Paige’s blue ones the entire time. Her heart swelled, a slow smile forming as she whispered, "I love you too beautiful."
Azzi held Paige’s gaze for a moment before suddenly perking up. “One sec,” she said, standing up before Paige could question her.
Paige watched in confusion as Azzi walked toward her actual seat on the bus, rummaging through her bag. “What are you doing?” she said, brows furrowing.
“Hold on,” Azzi replied, focused as she finally pulled something out. She turned back, making her way toward Paige again, a small box now in her hand.
When she reached her, she held it out. “Here,” she said. “Open it.”
Paige looked at the box, then back at Azzi, suspicion flickering across her features. “Azzi…”
Azzi groaned, already anticipating the resistance. “Don’t be difficult.”
Paige huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking her head before finally lifting the lid. Her breath hitched when she saw the delicate silver necklace inside, a heart-shaped locket resting in the center. She blinked, stunned, before looking back up at Azzi, who was watching her with a soft smile.
“Open the locket,” Azzi said gently.
Paige carefully lifted the necklace from the box, her fingers grazing the cool metal as she unclasped the locket. Inside there was a small picture staring back at her—one of the first pictures they’d taken together. The memory was still so clear even though it seemed like two different versions of them.
A lump formed in Paige’s throat as her fingers trembled slightly, tracing the edge of the locket. No one had ever given her something like this before—something so thoughtful.
Azzi shifted beside her, watching her reaction closely. “You always say I make crowds and things like that easier,” she rambled. “So, I wanted to give you that—so you know I’m always there, even when I can’t be physically next to you.”
Paige took a long exhale, her chest tightening in a way she couldn’t quite explain. Slowly, she looked back up at Azzi, her blue eyes glistening.
“Baby…this is beautiful,” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the empty bus.
Azzi smiled and reached for the locket. “Here, let me put it on.”
Paige turned slightly, pulling her hair to the side as Azzi unclasped the necklace and carefully fastened it around her neck. Her fingers lingered for a moment, rubbing the back of Paige’s neck gently which only made her chest fill with more warmth.
When Paige let her hair fall back into place, her fingers found the locket resting against her shirt. She held it lightly, rubbing her thumb over the surface. “I love it,” she admitted, her voice softer than before, more vulnerable. “I love you.”
Azzi grinned, nudging Paige’s knee with her own. “I know.”
Paige rolled her eyes, a chuckle escaping her lips. “Bro you’re annoying.”
Azzi laughed, nudging her one more time. “I love you too, big head.”
They sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, both knowing they needed to head back inside. With a shared sigh, they stood, their fingers brushing briefly before Azzi stepped toward the door.
Just before they stepped off the bus, Paige gently grabbed Azzi’s wrist, stopping her in place. Azzi turned, a silent question in her eyes, but before she could say anything, Paige tugged her in, pressing a delicate kiss to her lips.
Azzi, of course, kissed her back, her hand resting on Paige’s hip, rubbing a few circles against her skin before she pulled away slightly. “You ready to go back to the chaos?”
Paige huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. “Not really,” she admitted.
Azzi grinned. “Too bad. I gotta go be the people’s princess.” With that, she grabbed Paige’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze before pulling her off the bus. As they neared the entrance, they made sure to drop their hands, slipping seamlessly back into the world that was waiting for them.
This time, though, Paige felt much better about everything.
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inanimateinsanitywiki · 6 months ago
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a non-comprehensive list of my favorite brian koch cheese credit card answers
pickle wishes he never met taco
nickel needs balloon way more than he realizes
salt needs pepper way more than she realizes
if taco had the chance to do it all again differently, she would
fan's favorite game would be lego star wars
apple still has her pony from santa, which she named "dino brawler". this is presumably the toy she was holding in episode 16
knife tried harder to be good at video games than he lets on
suitcase is still a little annoyed with oj for eliminating her for no reason in episode 7
oj and bomb are on better terms now, but will never be best friends again
he sees soap and microphone having a more sibling-like relationship, since their voice actresses are sisters (judging by the 20+ private replies, someone had some opinions on this one)
mephone 3gs didn't know his crew very well. when he watched them die, he was surprised by how much he felt
pickle genuinely made taco laugh a few times during season one
evil paper liked playing checkers (this implies that this is a trait exclusive to him that paper himself does not share)
mephone x would probably use he/him pronouns, but cobs doesn't put that much thought or humanity into the mephones anymore
mephone4 wanted to impress cobs for a long time, but meeting 3gs recontextualized a lot of his negative feelings
if mephone4 wasn't hosting inanimate insanity, he would probably be a lost media archivist
taco doesn't have nearly enough hobbies. brian thinks that's part of the problem
nickel sees himself as more worthless than most would assume
mephone4 and oj's relationship is "honestly not great"
under the guise of "scheming", taco and mic would sometimes just hang out together when there wasn't anything game-related to do
trophy struggles to do push-ups
despite being an outdated medium, cobs still sends out discs with nothing but propaganda material on them
despite not sharing much screentime together, brian thinks knife and pickle are the best ii yaoi
yin-yang likes being in cars. yin will drive, and yang will pick the music
soap would play splatoon, since all of the messes are just virtual
mephone4 is iffy on physical contact due to his past experiences with cobs
salt genuinely thought her and oj were in a relationship
just like mephone4, mephone4s' favorite food is cookies
cobs doesn't see himself as evil, he's just giving the people what they want. "not what they think they want. what they ACTUALLY want."
if silver spoon and candle are occupying the same space, people will leave because they can't take seeing how silver acts when he's around her
for a long time, baseball was the only person nickel respected
if mephone5 could live an everyday life, he would be a public menace. (destroying property, going up the down escalator)
taco actually enjoys the taste of lemon
while characters like fan weren't originally written with the intent of being on the autism spectrum, he lines right up with it
on a scale of 1-10, the amount that mepad misses toilet is "off the charts"
toilet wanted to impress mephone4 like a son would want to impress a father. "the cycle repeats a bit."
lightbulb and paintbrush take turns feeding baxter, but paintbrush usually ends up doing it because lightbulb isn't particular enough about what she considers "food"
mepad's favorite colors are black and white. "very mesmerizing."
walkie talkie (and presumably other invitational characters) didn't attend the hotel oj party
knife doesn't need to work out. he's just naturally like that
when someone asked if fantube was canon, brian answered "what more do they have to do?!"
springy hasn't had their own cereal in a long time
microphone and taco have both never been closer to someone else than they were with each other
silver and candle are a bit more distant now, but they both agree it's for the best
when the eliminated contestants were still being kept in the hotel oj closet, mepad would "unfeelingly" deliver and check in on them at mephone's request
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hyperfixiation-station · 3 months ago
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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Information Pt.4
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CW: talk of recovery, injury, swearing
Realization Apprehension Rescue
Recovery is hard. The doctors keep telling you ‘recovery isn’t linear’, but it feels like you are taking two steps back for every step forward you take.
They introduced you to solid foods on the third week, and while the fact that you didn’t throw up was a win, the anaphylactic shock that the mashed potato sent you into was not.
Being able to move your fingers and use your hands was a win, but the fact that your grip strength is practically non-existent and that your hands won’t stop shaking is not.
Being able to breathe without oxygen was a win, but the fact that you now have asthma is not. Luckily you could still serve, as long as you can get yourself to fucking talk.
And that was what it all boiled down to really. Talking. You have not said a word once. Not through the physical therapy, not through the debriefings, not through the blood tests and mobility tests and MRI’s and CAT scans and everything else they want you to do. You have not spoken once.
You know you can, now, after that night. Amd you do. When you're alone. When you're alone you whisper softly to yourself, repeating your name, your team's names, trying to work up the courage to say it in front of them. But for some reasons it's just so hard.
The one upside to this whole torture thing? You get to play video games all the time to rebuild the muscles in your hands and fingers. They attach little sensors to you to make sure your nerves are recovering correctly, that signals are being sent to your brain at the proper response rate. It is the most nerve-wracking playing time you have ever done. But for now, your just playing with…friends.
Soap was a god at Mario Kart. He had no right to be as good as he was, especially with you playing pretty much all day everyday, and yet he came in first every time you played together. It was almost enough to make you yell at him. Almost.
“Ah cmon luv, ye cannae blue shell- AH AWYA ‘N BIEL YER HEAD THATS NA FAIR!” Soap is up on his feet, shouting as Ghost sails past him into first. You, of course, come in third. No matter how much you practiced by yourself, you only ever could get to second against Soap. You can do this.
Your lips twitch as you watch the scot rage, saying all sorts of colorful swears at Ghost. His accent is thick as he yells, making him impossible to understand. You can do this.
“Watch yer mouth Johnny.” Ghost's mask is crinkled, the only sign he finds Soaps outburst funny. He shifts, clicking the controller to start another race. You can Do this.
“Ah, yer just a cheater.” Soap huffs, settling back in to play another round. He continues muttering under his breath as the round starts, swearing again as Ghost pulls ahead. You can Do this you can do this you can-
“Soap.” You say softly, barely audible. But he hears it, his head snapping around so fast you're surprised he doesn't get whiplash. Soap gawks openly at you, while Ghost stiffens, neither focused on the screen.
“Y/n? Oh kid.” he clambers over Ghost after a moment crouching in front of you, “oh kid, oh y/n, oh-” The sound of someone crossing the finsh line sounds behind him, and all three of you look back at the television.
Your lips twitch, a triumphant look on your face as you cross the finish line first, Ghost and Soaps characters still 2 laps behind you.
"Fookin 'ell." Soap says, "y' little twat." But the smile on his face lights up the room.
It's not easy after that. You can barely say more than someone's name, and even that is iffy. But it's a start. And it's enough to buy you time.
It takes 2 more months for you to say more than one word at a time, 2 more months to have a full blown conversation without having a panic attack. In the meantime, you've managed to write things out. You write names, people, describe faces you remember. You get released from the hospital, sent back on strict bed rest orders. You still meet with therapists everyday, working to sturdy your hands, to calm your brain, and to work through your trauma so you can finally live.
Your team watches over you like a hawk, always there to chase away the demons that plague your mind. Price even lets you keep a small nightlight on your bedstand. Soap plays video games with you, tries to keep things light. Gaz made you a charm bracelet, hand carved little beads with everyone's callsigns on them to ensure your never alone. And Ghost is...Ghost. a steady presence, making sure you are never left alone(being alone is suffocating).
You get better though, slowly. Can stomach being by yourself for short periods of time. Can eat more than one meal a day, get back to being able to run a lap without gasping for breath.
Recovery is hard, and there are times when you think dying would have been a kinder mercy. You wake up sobbing most nights, gasping for breath and shying away from a monster no one can see. But your team is there, and they are constant, and that is enough.
A/N: i loathe thus so much and also I feel weirdending it like this...so maybe another part then? Maybe vengeance or something, im nit sure. Let me know what you think. I am so sorry for how long it's been, and I'm sorry if my writings turned shit. I'm trying, i really am. Anyways, I love you all, and thanks for sticking with it <3
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cecilysass · 5 months ago
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Mulder's Top 10 Out of Hand Jokes
(ranked from "mildly spicy" to "okay how was that on 90s prime time")
10. MULDER: Before anyone passes judgement, let me remind you that we're in the Arctic. (Ice, season 1) Rationale: Mild. Genitalia jokes in a professional capacity (and with more people than just your partner) a little iffy. But Mulder was trying to break the tension. 9. MULDER: Hey Scully, is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all? (Schizogeny, season 5)Rationale: Fascinating choice to say to a co-worker, but ultimately low level flirty.
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8. SCULLY: Mulder, did you see their eyes? If I were that stoned--MULDER: Ooh, if you were that stoned, what? (Deep Throat, season 1) Rationale: Vague but discernible innuendo, considerably aided by DD's delivery. 7. MULDER: Birds do it, bees do it, even educated MDs do it. (Small Potatoes, season 4) Rationale: In context seemingly a flippant comment about the case, but attractive partner being educated MD makes this more eyebrow-raising.
6. LANGLY: Obviously, you haven't read our August edition of The Lone Gunmen. MULDER: I'm sorry, boys. It arrived the same day as my subscription to Celebrity Skin. (Blood, season 2) Rationale: Direct pornography use joke (that is completely reality-based and everyone knows it.) 5. MULDER: You want to make that honeymoon video now? (Arcadia, season 6) Rationale: Actual joke fairly mild, but undercover married context gives it an added zing.
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4. MULDER: I don't know about you, Scully, but I am feeling the great need to blast the crap out of something. (First Person Shooter, season 7) Rationale: On the surface, about firing weapons in a video game. In the episode? After Mulder has been lusting over Jade Afterglow? Sexual overtone at best, an absolutely filthy double meaning at worst.
3. SCULLY: Snake-handling – we didn't learn that in catechism class. MULDER: That's funny, I knew a couple of Catholic schoolgirls who were expert at it. (Signs and Wonders, season 7) Rationale: Wait … what did he say? To his Catholic partner?
2. KRYCEK: You must be losing it, Mulder. I can beat you with one hand. MULDER: Isn't that how you like to beat yourself? (The Red and the Black, season 5) Rationale: Arguably Mulder’s finest junior high boy one liner. Taking it to an art form.
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1. SCULLY : I guess that's why we're going to Aubrey. MULDER : Yes, and also, I've always been intrigued by women named B.J.. (Aubrey, season 3) Rationale: It’s not even connected to anything! It’s just randomly out of hand! It makes you wonder if they named the character this only to set up the joke. And there is really no way to spin this other than the most obvious meaning.
Very special bonus out-of-hand Scully: MULDER: I was merely extending her a professional courtesy. SCULLY: Oh, is that what you were extending? (Fire, season 1)Rationale: One of the best tbh. You should have done it more, Scully.
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thoughtsandmusingsandideas · 11 months ago
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I had a thought for a creator but they didn't believe they were the creator and could influence others into believing it too.
The two characters are Sara kujou and yae miko
@mastadon64 here you go!
Gaslight, Gatekeep, Godboss - Kujou Sara and Yae Miko
Kujou Sara
Cw: Sexual innuendos
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-Honestly, waking up in Teyvat, you had a hard time convincing yourself you weren’t dreaming
-(It took you tumbling down a hill and slamming into a particularly sharp rock to realize it was not a dream. Also, ow)
-(You ignored the way your blood was golden. You were pretty sure you’d never seen the Genshin characters bleed anyways. It was probably just censoring. Totally.)
-Some way or another, you ended up in Inazuma
-Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as you were expecting
-Most of the creatures were pretty chill, and as long as you avoided the people, you didn’t get in much trouble
-And then you kicked a Tenryou commission officer in the face and got arrested
-You know, jail wasn’t as bad as you expected either!
-Your cellmates weren’t too bad either- one of them asked you if you were god, which was weird, because you didn’t look anything like the Shogun, but you gave him a stick of dango and he shut up
-(You might not have been a god, but the fact that you managed to keep your inventory from the game was the closest thing to a divine blessing that you could imagine. Who needs a gnosis when you have your own pocket dimension?)
-It’s about half an hour before you’re taken from your cell for questioning
-You walk into a small interrogation room, shock igniting in your chest as you spot Kujou Sara
-Wasn’t she important?
-Was kicking that guy in the face really such a grave offense?
-“Are you the Creator God?” She asks, deathly serious
-Why did people keep asking you this???
-You’re pretty sure you don’t look too godly, garbed in stolen clothes that you’re ninety percent sure you put on wrong, a fading bite mark on your arm from when you tried to pet a rifthound, leaves in your hair. Honestly, you looked pretty disheveled, and…
-“Is that your way of saying you think I’m hot? Like… godly or whatever?”
-Considering the way the Tengu’s face turns a vibrant red, you’re either very right, or very wrong
-It’d be funnier if you were right though, so you press on
-“I mean, not that I’m not into it, but I’m feeling kinda iffy about the power dynamic here- prisoner and cop is a cute trope and all, but not all that smart in real life, I mean I get it if it’s a kink or whatever, I know handcuffs are attractive, but as of right now it’s immoral-”
-“Shut up. Please.” Sara mumbled, covering her red face with her hand. Her hair has more volume than usual, tiny sparks of static dancing between the strands
-“… I mean after I get out of prison I’d totally be down to go on a date, and if you feed me well enough I might even let you handcuff me.” You add.
-The silence in the room is heavy
-“Get out.”
-“Yes ma’am. Hm. No. Yes Mommy? Yes Master-“
-You’re cut off by an electrically charged arrow striking the wall beside your head.
-“Out.”
-“Okay!”
-You’re released from prison three days later, now with a whole gaggle of new friends from criminals
-(You ignored the fact that some of them made really important sounding speeches swearing their fealty to you. Also the small shrine they were building in your honor. If you didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t exist)
-You were surprised that as soon as you left, you were met with a glaring Kujou Sara, who takes your hand in her own
-“Am I being arrested again?”
-“… I’m going to take you on a date. And then I’m going to handcuff you.”
-“Yes Mommy!”
-“I Will Shoot You Again.”
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-You had to admit, stumbling upon a small shrine that seemed to be dedicated to your doppelgänger was creepy
-But you had also just been Isekaied to video game land, so you were pretty adaptable at the moment.
-Or high on adrenaline.
-You pick up one of the Sunsiettas from the shrine, biting down and relaxing, until-
-“Your excellency?!” A voice squeaks, and looking up you see a very frazzled shrine maiden staring at you.
-“Uh. No?” You say, swallowing the Sunsietta.
-The shrine maiden starts sobbing. “Your excellency!”
-“Oh- no- I’m- uh- I’m like you? You know? I’m uh… a messiah? Priest? Prophet? Whatever gets you to stop crying?” You awkwardly pat her head.
-“You- you’re the Creators chosen one?” She blubbers.
-“Uh. Yeah. Totally. Stop crying.”
-“CHOSEN ONE!” And she’s crying again
-After a lot of crying, you’re led to the Grand Narukami shrine, where you’re introduced to the head shrine maiden as the chosen one
-“… Are you sure she’s not just the creator?”
-“You flatter me. I’m just gods favoritist and most specialist little princess.”
-The Kitsune likes this. Perhaps too much, but we’ll let her have her fun
-And thus, the war to get you to admit that you’re the Creator begins, hidden under the guise of her introducing you to chosen one duties
-She takes you on a pilgrimage all across Inazuma first, going to the most dangerous places possible just to put you in danger and save you at the last second, disappointed that you never use godly powers to save (read: reveal) yourself
-She meditates with you, and paints obscure markings on your face when you fall asleep, which you have to pass off as messages from the creator
-She takes you to meet the Shogun, but after leaving you alone for five minutes, returns to you teaching her poker and robbing her blind. You cited divine luck and she pretended she didn’t notice the cards stuffed inside your sleeve
-It ends pretty anticlimactically, actually
-She’s introducing you to the local foxes, when you trip over a rock and face plant into the floor
-And get a nose bleed
-Miko can’t help but doubling over in laughter at the sight of your pout as golden blood drips down your face
-“And how are you explaining this one, Oh revered Chosen One?”
-“Genetic condition.”
-The laughter doubles
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what-even-is-thiss · 1 year ago
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I love when an organization or government in a series like video games or books or tv shows can be the good guys in one story arc but the bad guys or morally dubious guys in another story arc. Because that’s kinda how things work irl. Systems, organizations, governments, can do both good and bad. An iffy side in a conflict can still be the best choice because staying neutral isn’t always an option. In fact, sometimes staying neutral is the worst option. And things can become worse or better overtime.
Also I love universes that last long enough for you to see different groups of people in different contexts. Different political struggles, different crises, different personal events. It allows you to take out a bit of personal frustration on how the real world works as well.
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