#which is a flavor in itself but this is something else i just needed okay?

[prettysymbiosis]

I’ve been trying to get these thoughts out for days but basically I feel like the unifying theory of s16 (as I see it) is a conscious exploration of the dichotomy between sunny as a classically bold and brash pee pee poo poo comedy and sunny as a thoughtful, nuanced and subtle show about flawed people and also about itself, at times (by that I mean the meta isn’t always about macdennis or the other characters but about sunny itself - win an award, clip show, big mo, etc). the trailer actually captures this dichotomy well through the dialogue clips and animations, as well as the pinned comment which said “get ready for a whole lot of subtlety.” it’s still so baffling to me that sunny can simultaneously read as one of the most loud, obnoxious, unsubtle shows ever on television, OR it can be so subtle and allegorical in the writing of later seasons that most viewers would think people like us are crazy for reading so much into it even though we’re really not. this kind of self-reflective flavor is another product of the rewatch/podcast project which has been almost universally agreed to have had a very positive effect on the writing.

anyway having said that, I want to just share my notes on the first two episodes without trying to edit them too much. I’m bolding the points that I personally haven’t seen anyone else mention yet and putting a 😎 next to ones that evoke a Classic Sunny VibeTM because that’s important to the experiment of this season.

the gang inflates

macden fun/domestic/DUMB again 😎

something something never committing to the couch when it was absurd not to and it ended up costing them so much macdennis blah blah

dennis hanging up on dee was so funny to me oops 😎

and the WHOLE dee (as a character and specifically the female character) thing about being minimized to an absurd degree. I like to think the bog was a turning point for dee and the show is gonna do better by her now hopefully by recognizing her plight in a more serious way, like the way the guys have been doing?

are mac and dennis…… you know…… like for real??? as many have said, it could totally be revealed kind of retroactively to undercut the shock and be like “honestly we’re surprised you didn’t notice sooner” I feel like that is something rcg would do. suggestive clues:

“I don’t wanna talk to you about–” “a TON”

or is dennis like well that’s news to me jealous vibes??

“I figured you were man” ??

“I’m getting a little concerned about our nut”

“you truly have no reason to be sleeping with frank”

they specifically put a lil reaction shot of dennis after mac says “that’s a lotta blowin” a la the lil grin in gets romantic and, well, I just think that’s a choice that was made

“it’s not homophobic” is that so?????

when mac is like “you think we got rid of our furniture too soon/that the business plan won’t work” it’s kinda like no it’s not the committing to what they have, it’s that mac still has big denial problems and dennis can’t work with that… maybe? but so does dennis tbh

in a show-meta sense it’s like, we should be less worried about whether the gay gay-ass love story will alienate people and more worried about how these characters are too ridiculous to even let the love story play out effectively. they need mental health days if we are ever to have nice things

it’s possible mac denying his reaction to the allergy has to do with his body dysmorphia?

also it occurred to me that maybe part of why rob is clean-shaven this season is so they could do those prosthetics more easily?

those handprints though…. I hate everything

oh also just the bed scene. its existence

the zoomed in neck touch of course

“I’m not going to do it!” “..okay” dennis keepin his cool :)

mac’s shirt! COOLER HEADS PREVAIL

just the sheer silliness of inflatable furniture - is there some metaphor here lol?

in a general sense could inflates be taken to mean flanderizes? also maybe it’s just implied but I noticed I hadn’t actually seen anyone mention inflation as a sexual kink and like, that was part of the intention right? if so, 😎

charlie “uhhhhhhhh… yep.” poor charlie :( he doesn’t want to live in a maze (like a rat)

“well then you’re just like being a predator” :( so here for charlie calling out bullshit with frank and mrs. mac and even his own mom so far in these first two eps

charlie just giving up and yelling in frustration which is kinda what bonnie does in ep2 (and ep3 based on trailer)

the gross horny male objectifying thing 😎

rob put his whole pussy into this episode

charlie saying “I don’t get why he doesn’t take me seriously” and dee saying “that’s gotta be maddening” 🙃

cats in the alley my loves 😎

gluing dee a pillow on the wall <3

“consider it an offering” “of war??” this says so much. must everything be a conflict?

charlie’s hair looks so crazy and good in the sleepover scene and also he’s so smart

charlie asks frank to “return everything to the status quo” by the end of the episode, sitcom style. full reset, no progression. except charlie is asking that frank not endlessly take advantage of the fact that mac and den can’t figure their shit out, not totally push dee out just because it’s easy, not make light of the trauma charlie has from what happened to him. all that stuff IS the status quo! so what is he really asking for? this is one of the bits of writing that I think is also about the show as a show, and how they’ve approached these dynamics forever. 

it’s funny that people are saying this season is such a return to form because it is, but it’s also so much more self-aware of what that form is/was and how deeper elements can coexist within it. they’re really walking with a foot in both worlds here and they’re doing it well. love this for them and for us, the people who know what it’s always sunny in philadelphia is REALLY about

“we’ll take you to the hospital, and they’ll have nuts. and you can– you can die there.” hahahah

[luxbless]

Social creatures

“We are all born social creatures are we not?” The wandering witch pondered as she waltzed through the halls of a Greek-styled mansion with dazzling white marble sculptures of a naturally handsome Doctor decorating the walls. All handcrafted by the owner himself, who never saw the witch as an equal, no matter how hard she tried for him, however, that didn’t matter as she shook her head. Today was Kakava, the day of their dear Gambler’s birth. And the witch wanted nothing more than to make this day as amazing and special for her beloved as possible, in which she needed the help of the Doctor to make that possible.

“Good morning, Veritas” The witch chimed as she hastily opened the curtains of the Doctor’s room, making him let out a tired and angry grumble, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. “Wicked witch…What are you doing up at such an hour?” the Doctor murmurs while rubbing his eyes slightly before trying to keep up with the witch’s fast pace. “Not going to hit me with chalk? Throw me outside like a stray?” The witch askes with a teasing smile as she begins to brush his hair. In return the Doctor rolls his eyes at her, not having enough energy to deal with her antics just yet, “I’m far too used to you and That Gambler waltzing into my home without invitation.” The doctor replies.

A hum of acknowledgment comes from the witch, “Speaking of which, it’s his birthday today…” The witch’s voice softens, a tender and gentle tone, much to the doctor’s surprise. “And nobody knows him quite like you-” the witch quickly gets cut off by the Doctor, “Nonsense. For one, even though both of you chose to deny and stray away from it, both of you are heavily smitten with each other, and two. You are the one that cried and sobbed so much that it filled the tub where his body laid dormant in Penacony, yes? So much where I had to call the hotel staff to get buckets to dump your tears somewhere else, or else the room would have flooded with all of us inside.” The doctor explains while trying to calm the young Witch’s nerves.

The witch nods, remembering the months that passed by which felt like eons as she and the Doctor waited for Gamblr to wake from his dreams in Penacony. She sighs and gives a deafted smile at the Doctor, “I would still like your help.” The Doctor scoffs before shifting out of his large bed and adjusting his sleeping robe. “Gladly.” The witch smiles happily before dashing out of his room so he can get ready for the day, “I’ll see you at my place then, Doctor!” The witch chirps before closing the door to his room. 

The small, familiar-filled cottage stayed the same besides the dinner table. A large feast and cake made by the Doctor and Witch. The witch very precisely decorated the cake, even impressing the doctor, almost having a hard time keeping his hands off of it. The frosting was homemade, a recipe from her mother who was most likely long gone on her home planet. It was just the right amount of sweet and soft, melting in your mouth. The cake itself was moist, delicate, and flavorful, taking one too many tries to perfect. And the decorations were all made by the help of the Doctor. It sparkled with edible candy pearls, cookie-shaped gambling chips, candles, and peacock colors. Both messily and beautifully packaged and wrapped gifts sat on the chair facing the cake, very obvious whose gifts were whose.

Once stepping in as instructed by the witch via phone which made his heart pound. Did something happen? Is she okay? Was she hurt?...Did he do something wrong? Was she angry with him? All of these thoughts followed him right as he opened the door to her cottage, the sweet smell lingering him in…However all of those thoughts vanished as he entered.

Two of his most beloved champions, standing side by side, which they rarely ever did, greeting him with a “Happy birthday!” Both holding the cake out towards him with a faint yet genuine smile from the doctor and a bright smile from the witch, even though she hated her own smile so much, no matter how much he tried to get her to believe otherwise. It was almost as if the world stopped and his heart sank… memories of his sister singing to him for his birthday, only offering him small things of food and delicately made toys and clothes for him, because that’s all they had. Until…The very last birthday he would ever see and hear her 

Again…

After the passing of his sister and his enslavement, he never celebrated his birthday, ever again, no matter how hard the IPC tried to force him. He wouldn’t give in to that. Not when his own birth is a constant reminder of his age, his planet’s fall, his sister’s death, his “blessing”...He hated it with all of his might and more.

He couldn’t help but step back a bit from being overwhelmed and surprised, his expression was horrified as tears streamed from his eyes. Halted the celebration as The witch, and doctor quickly placed down the cake and carefully sat the gambler down on a chair to relax, trying to calm him down with hushed words.

Once his senses calmed he tearfully looked over at the doctor’s expression, desperately trying to hide his concern just like the witch as she scratched and picked at her skin, nervous traits both of them knew too well. With an amused sigh, the Gambler holds onto the doctor and witch’s hand before bringing them into a hug. “You two are ridiculous.” the Gambler chokes out with a smile.

The witch tries hiding back her tears  while the doctor smiles gently, “I suppose we are.” The doctor hums while squeezing the Gambler’s hand gently while the witch nods, tightly hugging the Gambler, making a light dust of pink form across his cheeks.

While eating the cake and watching a movie, the three sit together. “So, who’s idea was it?” Aventurine chimes up while looking over at Ratio then Delilah, to which, Ratio tlits his head over to Delilah who is cutting her piece of cake into more layers, from frosting, decorations, and cake itself before chiming up as well. “Mh? Oh- Oh! Yeah, it was my idea.” She admits with a nervous smile. “But I couldn’t have done it without Ratio’s help.” Delilah hums before taking a bite out of her cake.

With that, Aventurine shifted over to kiss Delilah on the cheek with a hum, moving to give her neck a quick kiss as well, before hugging Ratio and kissing his cheek. “Well, my beloved Doctor and Witch…You two are the greatest gifts I could ask for.”

Happy VERY late birthday Kakavasha :3 (I did write this on his birthday but was too scared to ever post it but fuck it we ball now)

[padawansuggest]

Okay so I found a mer-Obi-Wan fic and it doesn’t have him living in the Jedi temple, because obviously he’s gotta find a Mando to bang it’s what he does. But it’s got me thinking about Merfolk in the temple.

So we know that they HAVE to have an aquatic level on the temple because there are species that can’t leave water or can’t till they’re older or can’t for very long. So obviously that’s the first step and I refuse to accept anything else.

But then you get to how these people interact with the order around them and how that would effect their training. I think a species that doesn’t leave the water at all would focus on weaponless or even long range weaponry type fighting. Like the bow that Omega uses in TBB, a bowcaster or even just water proof blasters or water canons. So first off I think any of them with kyber would use it in a completely different way, but there is still the possibility of weaponry and fighting as a whole.

Then the next part is classes for the kids. Obviously, you’d want an underwater interface that you can read off of and change pages or stuff like that. Which means it would be super cool if they had windows in 1: certain classrooms so the aquatic students could listen to lectures and such 2: study rooms so these students could do their work and stuff like that and 3: the archives themselves where there are interfaces where the aquatic Jedi can check out texts (all of which have to be on chips obviously so they can read themselves in their own quarters) or read in the archives. I think how this one would work is that they have a specific amount of texts already loaded into the system that they can manipulate to go through, or, they might be able to search certain texts in the files and request an archivist bring them a data chip for those ones.

It would also make sense if they had their own commissaries, maybe areas with either prepared food (usually still raw but maybe a bit more flavor like sushi or something or the ones who can have cooked food but usually it’s still cold because sea species should not be eating warm food!!) or small ‘farm’ rooms where they either grow specific plants and stuff, or where they can release certain fish types for those who go for the meat.

Then there’s the fact that even if you wanted to put all of this on the same level of the temple, there’s the fact that they very well might NEED to leave that level of the temple. Maybe go up to the creche for socialization, maybe they need to speak with one of the councils, maybe they need specific classes that aren’t in the lower levels. Consider: water elevators. Basically it’s a lift but made to work in water and carry’s you and whatever you need up or down so someone with more maneuverability can help you move about in the temple itself. That’d be cool.

Water tunnels connecting certain parts of the temple together. A healing halls area under the actual healing halls but staffed entirely for and by aquatic Jedi, including having lifts so they could preform emergency care if that’s needed. Water is NOT conductive to surgery or open wounds in most cases.

Anyways. Someone needs to write an actual mer-Jedi fic where it’s not like finding a merfolk on a random planet all ‘ahh, we don’t bother with them, not like they can use a saber anyways’ like fuck off and grow a pair. Step up or step back.

[gerbiloftriumph]

Floating Castle Liveblog (second read)

Turns out I just can't stay away from this book, or stop myself from doing live updates on Goodreads, probably to the irritation of my followers there and to the chagrin of the website itself, which is now overwriting old updates with newer ones, thus, my need to post them all here. For posterity.

And because I love Telgrin just that much.

March 17, 2019 –

page 0

I feel a sad reading funk coming on and the only way I can think to save it is with my boi, the greatest sassy villain ever, Telgrin. Awww yiss (I don't feel the mood for Princess Bride for once, so next step down it is). Feel free to follow along as I keysmash glee about this doofy lame villain and his impractical floating castle (usingthekqreddit's.pdfshackcoughahhhhkkk you didn't hear that from me.)

page 3

It just cracks me up to see a literal castle sailing by in the storm. Alex can pretend all he likes that it’s just a cloud formation—it’s still dang wacky and impractical.

page 8

Graham: Did you see anything weird out there? Alexander: Well, I mean. A literal floating castle, probably? Graham: Yes, that sounds sensible. Carry on. I’m grinning like a fool and I’m not even ten pages in. This book is my flavor of perfect delight, glossy purple prose and all.

page 11

The fact that Telgrin's castle is in a perpetual thundercloud? He's the sort of dude who would, in a modern au, just listen to the rainymood app constantly. I feel it deeeeeeep in my soul. The anticipation of the plot points has me positively grinning and I keep telling myself, "No, slow down and enjoy. The kelpie and troll and frog and tree wizard and all aren't going anywhere. It's okay."

page 14

I want to scoop Graham up in a big hug. He seems like a great person, such a strong king. Showing nothing but peace and respect to everyone, regardless of social status, who comes in talking about that Spooky Castle, and he's completely chill *until* he's alone with Alexander and can finally drop that mask and honestly show his fear. Even if you're unfamiliar with the source material, this is good character detail.

page 17

"A strange castle has intruded upon the peace of Daventry. I think it fair to assume that only a powerful magic could have transported it here." No, Graham, flying castles are perfectly normal things. Like birds. (here comes telgrin the sassmaster i'm so exciiiitedddd)

page 18

"While Graham occupied the throne, what misfortune could long hold sway over Daventry? What evil could prevail?" cough foreshadowing cough cough hack wheeze

page 19

I still believe with my whole heart that this bearded and blustery and large Sir Brian is a reference to Brian Blessed and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

page 21

Heeeeeeere's Telgrin! Struttin' in, debris from the door all in a cloud, swinging that stupid crystal staff in step with his walk, and freaking "pleased by the dumbfounded reaction his appearance had caused." My melodramatic diva. Let's do thiiiiis.

page 22

Graham, furious, demands to know why Telgrin's here. Telgrin flings back his head and cackles: "'Who am I? Why, I am your new neighbor! Have you not seen my castle there in the distance?' The man paused. He seemed to expect Graham to say something then, but the king simply stared at him. This seemed to unnerve the stranger somewhat" because how do you banter in silence? You can't be the sassmaster if no one plays! :3

page 23

Telgrin wouldn't come to the castle to announce himself as Ye Olde Villain until Graham had summoned a full contingent of knights. Telgrin, Sassmaster and Diva, requires a proper audience before strutting around. <3

page 23

"Do you seriously believe that simply declaring yourself king will make you king in truth?" "*Believe* it? I know it. It is a fact. Who can dispute it?" Graham rose slowly from his throne, straightened to his full height. Unblinking, his gaze was fixed upon Telgrin. "*I* can." "You dare defy me?" "I do." A twisted smile tugged briefly at the corners of Telgrin's mouth. "Good. I was rather hoping you would." Sassy.

page 25

Telgrin is so blissed out on his own sassy triumph that we could SO EASILY dropkick him and snap that stupid crystal staff in half and we'd win and the book would be over in a mere 30 pages. I swear, he's not watching his back at all. Alexander, take him out at the knees! ...or, don't. That's fine. We contracted a full novel from Sierra. I get it.

page 32

I want a Valanice book. I want this series to be a quartet instead of a trilogy. I want this so deep in my soul.

page 32

TREE WIZARD. I can't stop grinning; I love tree wizard. He's trying to nod and shrug and he doesn't have shoulders so he can't, because he's a TREE.

page 40

"Telgrin is a stealer of souls." "A stealer of souls? What's that?" Alexander, the name is on the tin. It isn't hard to figure out.

page 41

I know I should stop updating every few pages. I'm spoiling things and probably being annoying but it's been a long weekend and this is Exactly my flavor of comedy: tree wizard is offering Cyril to Alex, since he "'does all those things that I can no longer do for myself. And he is very good at keeping the woodpeckers away.' This did not sound like the sort of help that Alexander was looking for." Be polite, Alex. :3

page 45

Of all the things I remember from reading this book a year ago, Tree Wizard and his Tea is one of my top favorite mental images. Doesn't matter that we're slowly turning into a tree. Tea time is very important and we will Not miss it. There's even fanart of Tree Wizard and his tea on Tumblr, that's how important it is.

page 45

Alexander (paraphrased): "Sooo...do you know how to stop being a tree?" Morowyn: "Oh, yeah, totes figured that out. Could do it whenever I wanted. Kinda has a drawback, though." Alexander: "Yeah? What's that?" Morowyn: "I would immediately die." Alexander: "......yep, that's a drawback."

March 19, 2019

page 57

“Do you know where to look for a soul? Have you ever seen one?” One would assume it’s glowy and vaguely Graham-shaped.

page 64

I can not believe I forgot about this Literal Ringwraith character. It’s...just a Ringwraith. Pure and simple and obvious.

page 74

I did remember the Literal Lembas Bread, though. Fantasy tropes! *jazz hands*

page 78

One of the classic fantasy tropes is doing a long walk from point a to point b. I’ve got to give Mills credit: I don’t think I’ve read any other book that fills its protagonists up with magic bread that induces energetic power-walking before.

page 80

I remember being annoyed by this conversation the first time, but that was before I realized I held a Masterpiece of High Literature in my hands: “Good apple,” Cyril said. “Very good.” “Sweet.” “Mmm.”

page 87

“A rope, some apples,” Cyril said, frowning. “I still don’t see what you’re planning.” It’s called A Sierra Solution, Cyril, and they only make sense half the time, because this game series is haaaaard.

page 90

Kelpie rodeo. In what sensible fantasy novel would this be allowed? None, man. I love this book. [gerbil note: this scene also has fanart, because this book is amazing]

March 19, 2019

page 97

Alexander: Ho there! Sir Ogre! Ogre: /what did you call me/?! At least, that’s how it should go.

[gerbil note again: i did totally steal this very lame joke for captive crown later on and i'm not even sorry about it]

page 100

I didn’t quite realize how dorky this was the first time, but now I’m paying attention I’ve realized: Telgrin has exactly One lone storm cloud that occasionally spits out a lightning bolt, just hovering over the tower. In my head, this looks like a Winnie the Pooh cloud. Is that all the magic he could summon? One tiny cloud? Lame, and yet So On Brand for my sassmaster.

page 107

We've now entered the Road to El Dorado sequence of the book and I'm perfectly content. Barrel scene eheheheheeeee

page 112

Once again, the book stresses, it is but *one* cloud. One very black and lightning filled cloud, but a single cloud, nevertheless, providing all the ambient noise and mood. I find this bizarrely hilarious. It feels like Telgrin's equivalent of keeping his phone on low battery mode so he can keep using the Rainymood app.

page 120

The sassmaster's lair is just the most Extra thing. It's like he read a book on what villains are supposed to do, so he did it. He's got it all: high ceilings that vanish to dark, ludicrous amounts of moldering velvet curtains, "hideously ornate" braziers, and a perfectly silly black throne. Telgrin, pleaaase this is so unnecessary and not remotely sensible. You've copied someone else's homework, and badly. ilu.

page 121

And Alexander refuses to play the game. Telgrin has all these expectations on how this conversation is meant to go, he's basically reciting a script, and Alexander's just like, "Uhhhh....what?" So Telgrin moves on to Cyril, like Cyril will play along properly. I just can't. I love Telgrin to unfeasible levels of nonsense.

page 122

(Incidentally, I'm still kinda salty that Graham's soul isn't in the throne room, wedged in Telgrin's overly-flashy staff. It just feels more right than where he *actually* is.)

page 123

"You are an evil man." "So it has been said." Telgrin shrugged. "Personally I've always found that such abstractions do not apply well to life in the real world. They make matters that are by their very nature complex seem rather too simple, don't you think?" "Evil," Alexander repeated. Telgrin sighed. "I can see that you're really not up to a probing and dispassionate philosophical discussion" Modern AU: he's a Bro

page 125

I'm fairly certain this reference to Alexander having a hard time with stairs is a reference to the older KQ games in which if you misstep, you're going down, and if you're more than a few feet up, you're a dead man and you've got to reload a save. :)

March 21, 2019

page 129

Out of curiosity, I googled a Barikar to see if this was a real fantasy creature, but the only actual result is from the King's Quest Fanwiki to tell me that, yes, Telgrin owns a Barikar. ....nice, I guess.

page 130

By all technical and decent writing standards, this book is probably awful. Er. I mean, awfully great. High literature, deffo. But it *feels* like a King's Quest game. Every new place is described with just enough detail that you can so easily picture it in those stark, retro early gaming colors, or that pixel painting KQ5 style. I super love it.

page 131

The King's Quest fanwiki tells me that Telgrin owns the only Barikar in all of the entire canon of all fantasy, but it doesn't tell me if Telgrin *loves* his Barikar. I hope he does, because no one else possibly could. What a hideous beastie.

page 134

You boys should be ashamed of yourselves, disposing of a barikar. There was only one in ALL of fantasy EVER and now there's none.

page 139

I hate how funny I think it is that Alexander isn't even pulled together enough to answer his own mental questions. "Yes" is not always the correct answer, sir.

page 143

sassmaster diva telgrin's tragic childhood backstory-----OH WAIT NO IT'S NOT TRAGIC HE'S JUST ALWAYS BEEN A PUNK. I love him.

March 27, 2019

page 143

I wonder what Telgrin’s first thought was when he, A Pathetic Scullery Boy (tm) chopped Owen’s head off, presumably with a Vaguely Magical movement because clean-one-chop head removal is hard even with the help of gravity, man, and Owen’s head just started swearing at him from the floor. Like. That’s a dang weird mental image.

page 144

He holds his own head under his arm like it’s a football and it cracks me up. It’s meant to be serious and scary, probably, but I just love this headless ghost.

page 146

The most over the top baby monitor ever created

page 152

In fairness, this part is one of the most like the game-version would probably be, and it works the least because Alexander is working from information we don’t have. As a gamer we would have heard all Owen’s instructions and had to replicate them perfectly to avoid nasty game overs. As a reader it would have been repetitive for Owen to tell us, then watch Alex act, but there’s a disconnect now.

page 156

“After allowing himself to wallow in depression for a short while”—like, twenty seconds, if that.

page 180

Sinofas (paraphrased): Sooooo.....about that magic flying leap out of the tallest tower. What was that about? Alexander: We had a pressing need to leave the castle. Sinofas: Ever heard of a *door,* sirrah? (do note that I haven't stopped smiling for like twenty pages; this book's greaaat)

page 181

Alexander, paraphrased: So....you're not...friends with Telgrin, are you? Sinofas: He put his Giant Castle in my front yard and won't move it. What do you think??

page 183

I can't believe Mills feels he has to point out that Alexander makes for one Handsome Frog. A "rather large and handsome frog," indeed. Ffff.

page 183

And, I quote, "Did you speak, Sir Frog?" "That's Prince Frog, to you." Alexander, *please* reign in some of your sass. It's not helping matters.

page 198

I feel like the further this book goes, the stronger Alexander's sass gets. It'll never be Telgrin levels of sass because that man is the Sassmaster Diva, but it's dang good.

page 212

Sassmaster Telgrin *still* can't get anyone to dialogue properly with him. Graham's just as obstinate as Alexander and is really good at One Syllable Responses. My gorgeous royal family.

page 223

"At that moment, her second head . . . appeared to wake. It opened its eyes, blinked, and said, "Hmph. What's happening? Where am I?" "It's all right, dear," the first head said. "Go back to sleep. I'm just going to kill this man here." "Oh, that's all right then." I adore this book in ways I cannot express.

page 225

I'm so glad magic in this world, with this staff, works by wishing. So, basically, Telgrin must have said, "I wish King Graham's soul was mine" and so it was, and "I wish I had a fireball to kill Alexander," and bam. It's like he's making little birthday cake wishes, but Horrible Magic happens instead and it's kinda hilariously great. :3

page 230

Telgrin, through a magical hologram because this book is great: "Oi! There you are!" Alexander, exhausted and annoyed: "Whaddya want, Telgrin?" "What do you think? You've stolen my staff. I want it back." "That's too bad. I'm fairly sure that I don't want to give it to you." Now is not the time to start having a holographic fight. Pull back that sass, kiddos.

April 2, 2019

page 231

"The fact that this book is about the same size and heft as my Nintendo Switch tablet with like a pt 14 font, and the fact that it's still taken me into week three to read it, means I'm nice and deep in this reading slump. This should be a six hour read at *maximum*. Telgrin, take me away.

page 236

Alexander, you can't just order princesses to do what you want with magic. that's so rude.

page 237

To be 100% clear, Alexander, Telgrin learned literally everything he knows from Owen, and we can see how Telgrin turned out. One miiiight assume that Owen himself is not the most Noble of nobility.

page 240

"Alexander looked long upon the poor, filthy, shabby, beheaded, half-crazed man" -- I dunno, Alex, I might have led with the Beheaded part. Just sayin', seems the most important part.

page 248

"Alexander thought that it would be inappropriate to express regrets for the incident, since those regrets would not be deeply felt." Alexander, be polite. Don't start snarking with the villain, now.

page 250

"Lydia, Lydia, don't you understand? A man wants to idealize the woman he is to wed. This becomes extremely difficult *when she keeps bloody carping at him.*" Telgrin's breakdown from Eloquent Bro is the best thing ever.

page 260

Since the fight is taking place off screen, it reads most hilariously, with each combatant yelling, "Oh, yeah, that was okay, but what about THIS" followed by just basically a stream of sound effects. It's like reading an anime battle where they would normally shout out their attack names and I'm so into it.

page 266

Can I also add that I find it Entirely Hysterical that this HUGE FLOATING CASTLE is literally pinned into place? With like, a big bobby pin driven into the ground? And that's *it*? This is so impractical on so many levels, Telgrin.

April 3, 2019

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Alexander actually expected Telgrin to win that fight, hah. Good confidence for the Good Team, I guess (Owen's placement on the Good Team being...sketchy, at best, of course).

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See, Graham, Cyril remembers HIS adventuring rope when he goes off on missions. Take notes; it'll help you out in your 2015 voyage.

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Cyril, you stud muffin.

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"How did you find this?" "I got lost." Bab.

April 16, 2019

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Graham Dying bedscenes are like, a favorite staple of this series, innit? And then KQ9 just had to go and take it allllll the way. Hhhh.

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Come on, come on, someone say "a heart is a heavy burden" at Graham. Make this book perfectly complete. No? Okay, fine.

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"I have much to be thankful for. I have escaped the torments that Telgrin thought to inflict on my spirit. I am in my own body again, in my own home, safe and surrounded by family and friends. But what makes me most grateful is that I am able to look upon your face once again, my dear one. For that is everything." Valanice laughed softly, and said, "Rest. You are delirious, I think." My FAVORITE royal couple hhhhhhh.

April 16, 2019 – Finished Reading

Five stars out of five stars. Again.

[borntoocry]

just be yourself.

playlist: end, be yourself, skyline to, Siegfried, dear April by frank ocean. drew Barrymore and supermodel by SZA. liar, big man, little dignity by Paramore. demi Moore, ICU, you missed my heart by Phoebe bridgers.

synopsis: if you have watched the summer I turned pretty, this is a take on the Conrad and belly argument on the beach ('I THOUGHT YOU KNEW!'). Ellie ghosted yn after something personal happened and she never even said goodbye. yn is now at a party with Ellie there, hugged up with another girl. yn and Ellie's cousin, Finn, spoke for a while after her and Ellie stopped talking... but the love wasn't reciprocated.

warnings: yelling, drunkness.

this story is told using 'I' pronouns, even though this is a yn story.

I was drunk and sitting across the firepit from Ellie. She had a cold beer in her sweater-wrapped hand and was shivering, teeth clattering as she sipped the cheap drink. I thought it was funny–how she settled for cheap beer but never cheap weed. 

I sipped on my oddly flavored tequila-cranberry juice and watched her talk to her friend next to her. She was gorgeous: ginger with freckles dancing across her body behind the fire. People might’ve thought she blended in, with all the red, even the sweater on her body; but I thought she stood out. 

I might’ve been biased, though, because I had been staring at her all night. Before I even started drinking. She sat beside Ellie once I plopped my ass onto the cold steel chair and as I drank more and more, I could feel her body burn into my eyeballs. 

She looked good with Ellie. I could tell they were talking because The Girl had her arm hooked in Ellie’s and she wasn’t moving it. 

A body pushed itself next to me and I straightened myself out. I gripped my cup tighter and looked at them. I didn’t really need to look to know who it is, though, because the cologne overtaking my senses only belonged to Finn. 

“Hey beautiful,” he sayid. 

I nodded. I didn’t usually reply to these things with a blush and awkward stutter, I just answered. I felt bad for doing it, but my emotions did not match those that I had in the pool after Ellie’s graduation party. That night I kissed him because Ellie said she couldn’t date me any longer. And Finn… he hugged me as I cried and carried me into the pool as if to wash me of the pain. He felt safe, it felt as though he could care for me. And I could care for him back. But as time moved forward and Ellie’s smile grew wider, the sore patches beneath her eyes disappeared, and her shoulders no longer slouched like a sad face, I wished for her back. I thought that since she was better, the idea of taking me back would present itself. 

However… Ellie was perfectly fine now and in no visible need for my return. Which, ouch, that hurt. Seasons had passed and the summer glow remained on her skin. 

“You doing okay?” Finn asked as he took my cup and slowly took a sip. His face cringed and he smacked his lips in disgust. “You’re drunk.” 

I nodded. “Sorry. Just a rough night.” 

Finn nodded and watched my hooded eyes move from him to the girl across from the fire pit. I could feel his disappointment slapping my face but I said nothing–because… what was there to say? I knew Finn wasn’t oblivious to my feelings towards Ellie, but I was sure he hoped they’d go away at some point–it had been a while. 

“You’re wasting time,” Finn had finally said after a minute. 

My eyebrows jerked together. “What?” I asked. 

“You’re wasting time trying to get her to want you back,” he continued. “Not just your time, but mine too.” 

I didn’t know what else to do but nod. I just sat and moved my head up and down. My feelings at the time weren’t functioning the way they usually would. I felt bad, but I wouldn’t feel terrible until the next morning. I guess that’s why I would drink more than usual. 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I turned to face him and all halted emotions started up again. The realization that Finn had truly been affected by my inability to like him hit me like a bus. I opened my mouth, ready to delve into my apology, but Finn stood up. 

I stood up as well, following not only him and his path across the fire pit, but his–no, my–drink in his hand. I wobbled across the uneven grass and tried hauling him back as he grabbed Ellie’s shoulder. 

“Hey!” Ellie hissed, yanking her shoulder back. “What the fuck? Your nails–” 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

I stayed back an inch and hugged myself as tightly as possible, restricting my air flow. If I died, things would be much better–like not hearing this conversation or seeing how it’d go down. Ellie and Finn were cousins, and if they ever argued, it’d become a tad violent. Not physically, but loudly enough to be considered slapping and punching words. 

Ellie scoffed and looked over at me. I looked off to the side. “Wh–Does this have to do with her?” 

“It depends,” Finn replied. “Did you cut her off when life for you got too hard without a proper explanation or did you keep her around and explain everything to her?” 

Ellie finally let go of the ginger wrapped around her arm like a koala and stood up to face Finn. “Get out of it. That conversation was between me and you, not me, you, and the rest of this party.” 

“Well you should have explained everything to her,” Finn exclaimed, turning to point at me. “YN deserved an explanation, and she still does. Yet you haven’t given her one. If you had done so months ago, she would be the one hugging you, not that ginger.” 

I shoved Finn and he looked down at me, his eyes watery as though he wanted to cry. I looked down again. “Stop being mean.” 

He scoffed. “YN,” he whispered. “She’s being mean.” 

I dug my nails into my skin and looked someplace else–the girl behind Ellie, also in a confused and emotional state. She had never been humiliated in front of a party, I was sure. “She doesn’t know anything,” I replied. 

“You don’t either.” 

“Yeah but it’s different.” 

Finn scoffed again and ran a hand over his wet eyes. Tears stuck to his eyes and he wiped them on this white sweater, staining it. “Ellie could have you right now. You wouldn’t be fucking with me to get over her if she would have just explained.” 

I couldn’t speak properly to save my life. A ball of nerves was lodged in my throat and a nest of wasps was tucked neatly inside of my stomach. If I spoke, or even opened my mouth to speak, it would crash and kill me. 

I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak. Bad decision. I couldn’t say a word, the only sounds coming out of my mouth were broken mewls. I was pathetically crying. 

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and dropped the mascara covered hand against my thighs, digging into any bit of skin I could catch. I tried to move away and never hear of this conversation for the rest of my life, but as I tried to move, Ellie walked over as fast as she could and dragged me back over. She pulled me closer than I stood before, and I looked up at her with my wet cheeks and black-smeared eyes. 

“I just wanted you to explain,” I whispered. 

Ellie’s eyes dropped to the floor and I watched them linger on my arms. Crescents dotted them and she gulped. She didn’t hold onto me anymore, she let me move back. I thought it was due to the fear that she had done that–the nail digging–but then I realized it was the effect her presence had on me. I was anxious of her words, how they would be spat out, who she would direct them towards, if they would kill me, that I had begun the process of killing on my own. 

“Do you love her?” Finn asked, staring so deeply into Ellie’s eyes that she had to blink, the burning setting tears to her eyes. “Not the girl behind you, but the girl in front of you. Because I do,” he continued, “even though I know she doesn’t love me back.” 

“Finn,” I whimpered as I looked at Ellie. She looked back and gulped. 

“Yes,” Ellie muttered. 

I walked back and almost tripped over the firewood running away from Finn and Ellie. I drunkenly wriggled my way through the people inside and once I reached the porch, I darted towards the lake at the end of the road. I ran past cars–although I didn’t know how I was running so fast while alcohol freely swirled in my stomach and the cold air panged my face–and as I got to the cul de sac, I knelt over and heaved. I wasn’t sure at first if it was the kind of heaving that led to vomiting, but I quickly answered my own question as I began sobbing. 

I sobbed and the hot tears stung my frozen cheeks. I held my stomach and sobbed in the middle of the road, where someone’s BMW was parked to my right. Poor BMW, having to hear a broke college student cry broken tears. I covered my mouth to not wake anyone with fragile ears and stood up as quickly as I could. I walked to the bench beside the lake and looked at the water. The sound almost sent me to sleep until the crunching of cold grass interrupted my eyelids. 

I glanced behind me and froze. My neck crunched as I turned back around. “Hey,” I sighed. 

She nodded towards the seat and I shrugged. She slowly walked towards me with her hands in her pockets, but instead of taking the seat to my left, she kneeled in front of me. Her hands slipped out of her jeans and grasped onto mine. 

“You left,” she said. 

I nodded. “Yeah… But you did too…” 

She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing. She simply looked at me and gulped. 

“I wanted an explanation for your disappearance and I got nothing. You left me and I had nothing. I tried to figure it all out–I tried to figure you out, but I gave up. You can be a hard person to read.” 

“I thought you knew,” she whined. 

“No,” I cried. “I have been walking around trying to figure out what happened–If I was to blame, if I just couldn’t support you how you wanted me to. I knew something had happened but I didn’t know what! How would I know?” 

I was shaking now, not from the cold–though it should have been–but from the anger welling up inside of me over the past few months. 

My hands, icy and pale, reached out and grabbed onto Ellie’s face. “How would I know?” I cried to her, repeating myself over and over again. So she could hear me. Hear how badly I wanted to know what shredded her mind. “I loved you. But…” I gasped, my head dropping down and tired of holding itself up. “I loved you so much. I do… love you so much. But how would I have known, Ellie?”

A tear rolled down her face and her body fell forward onto my lap. My hands moved to her neck and hers rolled up onto my back. She sobbed onto me, and the feelings bubbling in my stomach shooted out of my mouth. I cried alongside her and no longer cared about the floating words in the sky–the one’s begging Ellie to eat them and speak them. I should have, but my focus was on the warm feeling washing away the cold in my veins. 

Ellie croaked, her cries washing out just as the cold did. I lifted her head up and cradled her face between my hands. She winced. “When Joel got sick,” she said, sniffling, “I didn’t want anyone to know. I would have done anything to hide that from any and everyone.” 

I sensed her following words. She wasn’t going to tell me from the beginning. And as I sat there and watched those words leave her lips, the anger was wrung out of my body. I felt as though crying alongside her, but my eyes were frozen and all I could do was wrap my arms around her and pull her up onto the bench. I held her against my body and didn’t let go until she gasped for fresh air. 

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” she whispered. “I wanted to speak to you. I wanted to allow you in and tell you about Joel and how close he was to dying. But every time I typed out a text to ask if I could come and talk to you, I shut down and threw my phone across the room. After five times, I stopped trying.” 

I sat still, not saying a word or thinking of any, at that. I was mute and thoughtless, just a body with its mind crawling out of a hole it dug. Ellie had given me the reason I had been searching for. However, I had thought that once she’d given it to me on a plate, all of her factors in the shape of sides, I would ask and ask until she was the mute one–still and brainless. 

Minutes had passed and I hadn’t spoken a word yet. I assumed Ellie gained suspicion as she wrapped an arm around me and dug her fingernails into my side. I picked my head and body up and looked at her, a faulty smile painting my face. “Sorry,” I said. “Just trying to process.” 

“I know this is unforgivable,” she said, her voice congested from the crying. She sniffled. “I should have told you. I should have let you in. If I had known you wanted to know about what had me pushing you away from me, I would have pushed past all of the overthinking.” 

I shook my head and anxiously swept my hair away from my sticky face. “If I wasn’t stuck thinking you hated me or something, I would have fought for just a word with you. I would have knocked your fucking door down. I love you, Ellie, I shouldn’t have been so clueless.” 

Ellie’s cold hand grabbed onto my chin and turned my face towards her. I wanted to shut my eyes, shut her out of my line of vision and just think about the fucking galaxy and my lack of importance in it; but her thumb glided across my wet eyelids and pleaded for their opening. 

“We can’t keep blaming ourselves for this if we want to move past it,” she chuckled, her hand still caressing my face. 

I nodded. With my wet lips and needy demeanor, I slowly moved into her and kissed her softly. I wanted to taste her, in a non-erotic sense. I wanted to taste her sadness and anger, her anxiousness and tears. The kisses turned into pecks and as they passed, our lips met different areas of our faces: cheeks, ear, neck, shoulder. We then hugged tightly and continued kissing one another’s shoulders. 

“I missed you,” she whispered to me, followed by, “I’m sorry.” 

And I said, “I’m sorry too. And I’m sorry… too.” 

And we laughed the pain away until we sounded like hyenas. 

[brujitaadinbo]

I come with every intention of writing and spoilers: this requires a lot of text but, sorry… it's an interesting read.

I've seen a lot of people complain about SW and their way of doing things; I've seen people complain about The Mandalorian and say; At what point did it become children's content?

Well, as I tell you, since season 1 this content has always turned out to be family content.

Now the people who say this; It is because it is alienated that SW does not vary; when practically the SW material is pure fantasy and there is material for everyone, of all colors and flavors. The Mandalorian cannot be pigeonholed solely into violence; friend, then you have not understood anything about this universe.

See Star Wars and everything Geroge, Filoni and Jon have been working on with a whole creative team, etc, etc. is to enter that world to which they took you "the never ending story", "the labyrinth", "Dragon Heart", "Merlin" and I can continue… magical worlds, where hope resides everywhere, where love It is an important point because despite not being able to see it, it becomes part of this environment and expresses itself in mysterious ways (yes, like strength). That is why pigeonholing SW solely in violence is taking away a vital part of its narrative, it is as if the conflicts in its different aspects were not shown; or wanting to remove something very substantial that although species from other worlds are shown; They have something that unites them with everything. "The feelings, the emotions, the humanity that exists in these aspects"

Friend, believe me, when you only get stuck in violence and don't want to look at something else; The problem is you and maybe SW is not the content you need. And hey; I'm not saying that you have to accept everything, but definitely criticizing just to criticize, hating just to hate is ridiculous and pathetic. Taking SW or the Mandalorian as entertainment after a difficult day is not bad at all. But now you want to take this as a personal vent, project yourself, harass and be an infernal hater, sorry but that's disgusting.

And believe me; That violence that you ask for so much is desensitizing you, it makes you someone who loses the notion of how you can harm others and there are people like me; who lives in violent countries, where your life is at stake every 5 minutes, that the only thing we want is to stop experiencing this violence and live fantasy and hope. So stop messing around, okay.

At the end of the day your requests are like: "You want a good development for Din Djarin, but you don't want him to associate with anyone, you want to pigeonhole him into a life in the countryside with a secondary character, You want him to continue in a dangerous profession that "no It leaves nothing good for him or his green boy, you complain about everything and it doesn't seem like anything to you.” Please; It's very obvious that you didn't watch the series and don't understand Din's development. stop fucking around.

A few days ago I was watching episode 3 and I'm going to say this; Anakin is a great character, he is a villain through and through, but all this grew like a snowball. They lost Anakin and he was already lost, Palpatine knew how to play his pieces. In the entire world of SW it is difficult to pigeonhole the characters because; The decisions are the ones that weigh the most. All SW characters have an Anakin within them, they all carry a complex and a mourning of their being; a good being or a bad being. Doing what is right or wrong is a struggle of ethics and morals.

Anakin was an enslaved child and grew up with this complex, remaining a slave due to his attachments until his death. Their actions do not have to be justified, but they do need to be understood and exposed. At the end of the day in this universe Who has not stained their hands with mud or blood to fight for something? Who hasn't had to ignore innocent people to preserve an idea or a fight? Who hasn't had to give in to the bad orders of others to save their people?

When I see people judging Bo Katan, for example; for being a terrorist in her past or for her wrong actions and them using this as a reason for Din not to be around her; I say to you.. How low and dirty do they have to be to use a person's past, in this case a character, and judge them and not allow them to redeem themselves?

Si Din let Bo Katan redeem himself this season 3 Who do you think you are to not allow it?

It hurts me a lot to see Anakin get lost and to see that here they showed us what love is. but they also show us "it's the right person at the wrong time"

Padme could fight hard but her own worries and Anakin's attitudes were driving them apart.

When Anakin is tempted to turn to the dark side to gain power and knowledge, he gives in to his attachment to Padme, his fear, and gives in to the temptation. And for example in the mandalorian from season 1 We can see how temptation tried to envelop Din Djarin so that he would leave the creed.

Many people believe that this scene with Omera was "romantic" which it was not so; This series was representative of that TEMPTATION that Din could have fallen into. It's a symbolic scene of how Din was able to abandon the creed, stop being a Mandalorian, settle down and live in a remote place. EVEN when he mentions to Omera that his main goal was to honor Mandalorian culture, which saved him from the droids. SHE tries to take off his helmet if he allows it, invasively, as a temptation. THE CLEAR THING was that he NEVER fell into temptation.

Din clearly tells him "I don't belong here."

Because many say “I wanted a quiet life with her.” I say; Since he did not agree to stay and preferred the creed and remain Mandalorian, develop his character, surround himself with other people, adopt Grogu and recover his planet together with Bo Katan, I tell you HE preferred a Mandalorian life and his lifestyle and culture may be anything but "a quiet lifestyle."

Now when they say "Bo katan is a liar, a villain" it's because they didn't understand any point I mentioned. All SW characters have had to make difficult decisions, Bo Katan has been more oriented towards being an Anti-hero. And I don't justify her but it is understood and her points of view are expressed, about why she acted that way.

Since season 2 he could have killed or betrayed Din and taken his saber, in season 3 he had all the time and opportunities to do so. AND IT NEVER HAPPENS…

And it is more than clear that she had a very peculiar interest in him, that she protected him in some way.

Always saving him, even in chapter Plazir 15, she saves him from the separatist droids just when he shows rejection towards politicians. A clear nod to the fact that she does not fall for opulence or power, she simply wants to right her wrongs and bring glory to Mandalore, so that her people have their home.

Saying that Bo Katan "didn't redeem himself because he didn't do anything" Sorry, but living with a tormented conscience, with memory and constant regret. This season 3 Brendan Wayne himself says it in a podcast where he is a guest: "Din wanted to get Bo Katan out of that depression of that cloudy cloud of thoughts and knock her out with his own feelings, it was like he was talking to my wife"

I uploaded that interview and you can find it on my wall, I don't lie like SCREENRANT, they love to lie.

I don't want to go into more detail but I'm going to close this post with this.

Let's assume Din and Bo don't want anything romantic, okay. then at least allow them to be comrades in arms; It doesn't take anything away from them, on the contrary it gives them both a lot. Both Din with his own qualities can support Bo and vice versa. So why separate them if in the end, they are just friends?

And if it turns out that there are feelings and love between the two IT ALSO doesn't take anything away from them and yes, it contributes to them.

Star Wars is a galactic opera and I repeat; Taking away love just because you are a bitter person is taking away one of its main foundations.

The Mandalorians would be another very peculiar, interesting and unique perspective on love, if they let this union flow. Because it wouldn't be the typical cliché

We would see Din and Bo fighting together, sharing moments, weapons, tactics, in the middle of a battle, a show of affection, a hug, something very human, holding hands, fighting together, sharing plans, exchanging ideas and even A Keldabe kiss..

I and many see potential, at least in this shipment there is a lot of material to refute this couple; and I'm completely in the group that wants to keep them together.

This is the way.

[underacalicosky]

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I'm blushing, anon. Thank you for sending this to me. ❤️ I can't tell you how thrilled I am to hear that you enjoy my fics! I'm not sure I'm qualified to answer these questions, but I'll give it a go and ramble on for too long, just like I do when I say I’m writing a 2k ficlet and it becomes 20k and four chapters…

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Oh gosh, it's been said before, but write for yourself. Write a story that you would want to read and that makes you happy. I try to not focus on things like how many hits or kudos I get because that's outside of my control. What's within my control is having fun and knowing that every writer has something unique to offer. There's so many authors who I admire and they each bring something different to the fandom.

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Also, don't be afraid. Sometimes I worry that an idea is too silly, I haven't executed it well, my writing style is too simplistic, I don't have a complex enough plot, etc. It's okay to feel that way. It means there's room to grow as a writer. And at the same time, it's equally okay to NOT take yourself too seriously and choose NOT to challenge yourself if you don't feel like it and just have fun.

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I don't have a set method for deciding whether to switch between two POVs or sticking with one POV. It's sort of a "this feels right to me" kind of thing. Sometimes with Obikin the miscommunication gets heightened in a fun way with limited POV.

For characterization, I try to maintain certain elements of their personalities, behaviors, mannerisms, and dynamic in every universe to make them recognizable as these characters to a reader, while also playing with how their backstories and experiences in that universe give a different flavor to those elements. I write Obikin to give them a happy ending (and if I do it enough times, it’ll change the end of ROTS jk jk), so with each fic, my goal is to get them there by pushing them to be just a bit more open and honest and forgiving with each other.

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This just happened to me yesterday lol. I usually work on something else. If I get stuck, it's because I need more time to think about what I need to write. I don't have a lot of time to write and I'm also a slow writer, so I like to be as efficient as possible. If something isn't working, I switch gears pretty quickly (which could be working on another WIP or refining, editing, tightening dialogue in a scene I've already written) so that I feel like I'm still being productive.

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[twilightknight17]

Yesterday on P3R, we learn some new things, shake our heads at Kenji, and explore a new area of Tartarus!

Chidori is still being held in the hospital, mostly refusing to talk. She will talk to Junpei, but not about anything to do with Strega.

Today, though, she has an… adverse reaction.

Akihiko, its either a shadow or a persona. Come on, man. Being able to see it outside the Dark Hour is interesting, though.

Shinji, fortunately, tells them to get the hell out of the way so he can give her medicine, which calms down her persona and probably saves her life.

I’m with Mitsuru. That’s really not something to be so chill about.

That means their awakenings were definitely wrong, which we sort of already knew based on the whole human experimentation thing. I’m not entirely sure how to interpret this in terms of wider lore. Your shadow will definitely try to kill you if you reject it, but that’s not what’s happening here. This might say more about Chidori’s overall mindset than anything. Especially since she really just doesn’t care whether she lives or dies.

Junpei tells her that he didn’t want her to die. That he was panicking when Medea tried to kill her.

“Dying just means you don’t wake up tomorrow.”

Junpei doesn’t want to hear that in the slightest.

He’s in love with this girl. He hasn’t said it out loud yet, but I think saying that is close enough. XD

Shinji left the hospital, and Akihiko chased after him to ask why he had persona suppressants. Which… Shinji refused to answer, which is an answer in and of itself. The reason Akihiko is so worried, though, is because of the side-effects. Which are not specifically named, but implied to be very bad. Shinji tells him not to worry though, because he’s not taking them anymore now that he’s fighting again.

Akihiko punches him for that.

Oh, that’s what happened. :/ Fucking hell, Aki.

Can all my senpais pls get it together and communicate with each other?

Well, while everyone else is experiencing emotional honesty and getting punched, I guess I’ll go hang out with Kenji. Most just because I have to know where this link is going.

Man, if I wasn’t trying to get the correct answers, Minato’s doofus answers would be all the ones I’d use for this guy.

Kenji isn’t sure how many more times we’re going to be able to go out like this. He’s going to be going to cram school, after all, and working really hard to get into a good college. Since he went in Ms. Kanou’s room (?????) and saw that she had a wedding magazine on her side table. So he’s got to be seriously thinking about his future, because his plans are set!

I want to say “sure whatever” so badly.

But like, go for it, Kenji. I, uh, believe in you? Or something?

Going out for ramen with Shinji was nicer, I think. We’re just chilling.

My elders can be remarkably unhelpful sometimes. Especially all of my teachers. Including Ikutsuki.

I need to find some time this week to go to Tartarus, since the new area is open. I think it’s gonna be a new block, so I can’t wait to see what things look like next. Industrial is fun and all, but the stairs are a little annoying. So--

...that can happen??? The game is warning me there might be irreversible consequences if I don’t save them?

I’m guessing this is one of my social links, so if they get munched, I can’t finish their link. I guess we’re going to Tartarus, later.

After school, Junpei learns that Chidori can transfer her energy to heal, when she revives her wilted sunflowers.

Holy shit, girl. You’re a really powerful navi.

Also after school, Fuuka’s food is so bad that Minato gets physically sick.

She put way too many strong flavors together. T_T

Okay, look, I need to go to Tartarus. I know. HOWEVER, if I finish Tanaka’s link, I never have to talk to him again. So we’re gonna do it.

...oh. Well. Look who talked himself into some character development just by venting at me for months. Good for you! Can I have my 40k yen back, too?

No?

All right.

He leaves us with the parting words of “Stop talking to shady men at night,” and “Goodbye forever.”

Freedom! Now I can just hang out with my teammates at night, until I find my Tower link.

Pharos is back to talk about stuff, and is being… sweet.

We will. We’re soulmates, you and I.

Okay fine I’m off to Tartarus.

It’s like some kind of opulent castle ruin. I love this.

Apparently it’s the bookstore guy, Bunkichi, who is lost in Tartarus, which on the one hand, is understandable. (Just not the part where he’s on the HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH FLOOR.) On the other hand, no consequences for me even if I left him here because that link is done. XDDD

Anyway, with him escorted out, we can keep goi--

Oh I don’t like that. Fuck.

We’ll do some more of that next time. I will leave y’all with the silly observation that Loki, Trickster God and highest-level persona of the Fool Arcana, starts at level 69.

Nice.

[electricbluebutterflies]

Kabby + “ are you okay with me touching you? “

Post-s2 grayspace / turned into something of a spiral about ignoring chronic pain and I haven't actively projected through these babes in years but it's fun to know I still can. PG-ish and also on ao3.

This is getting awkward.

The fact that Abby even has a concept of awkward… would surprise most people who know her, she’s pretty sure, but she does occasionally acknowledge the existence of social boundaries even if she doesn’t cling to them unlike some people and-

She’s been in medical since she was old enough to qualify for training. She has seen everything and knows how to be calm about it even if the occasional image imprints itself in her mind for longer than it needs to stay. This is still awkward as hell.

It’s been a few weeks since the most recent blur of everything-that-could-possibly-go-wrong-went-spectacularly-wrong, which is to say that she has recovered from her recent physical damage and her counterpart has not because he’s the only person she’s ever met who’s more stubborn than she is and-

All her experience has not covered how to explain to someone with that particular flavor of charming personality that they’re probably going to have recurring pain in a bad spot for the rest of their natural life, and that might entail some difficulty moving around on an intermittent basis, and maybe they should alter their usual activities just a little bit, and-

This would be easier if it was literally anyone else she’s ever known. She’s not that lucky.

Recent… personality developments do not help the situation, and if anything make it worse. At least six months ago Marcus was a very, very consistent type of jerk. She could – and did, more than she’ll ever admit – plan around how precise and predictable all of his schemes were. They don’t have that anymore, and why is she in the position of wishing that the person who has become her main source of stability would just go back to being an asshole already because she knew how to work with that, and-

She’s managed to insist on weekly check-ins. Their communication style has improved – become existent, she thinks sometimes, become polite and more organized instead of their previous array of bad habits – and they don’t actually need these meetings for any reason having to do with herding around an entire civilization, and it always becomes just a little too personal and-

She has no one else left. She’s pretty sure he’s never had anyone else. Again the idea of might as well drive each other crazy so no one else has to deal with them sounds a lot like a reasonable justification.

“Are you okay with me touching you?”

If there’s one thing she’d keep out of recent developments, one new detail she deeply enjoys above all else, it’s how breakable Marcus has become. She’s made him speechless more times in the past three weeks than in the thirty or so years before that, and it’s so strange to watch, how easily she overwhelms him and-

“That depends on-“

“I just want to check some pressure points. Over clothes, not…”

And on the subject of things she’ll never unsee…

Look, boundaries are what they are and she did not do anything inappropriate, but there are… details she is now aware of due to the location of that particular injury, because of course that man went and took that much damage to his thigh, and she has done nothing she would not have done with anyone else but the goddamn visuals-

“Fine. I have nothing better to do than be a pincushion.”

Broken but not completely, she thinks – they still have the potential to spar at each other, rare as it is now, and-

“Nothing worse than my hands, don’t worry. And it’ll be easier if you stay standing up.”

“Has anyone suggested lately that you might be a sadist?”

Abby rolls her eyes. “Shut up, I haven’t even touched you yet. And if you weren’t so…”

He would’ve been bad enough just adapting to how time changes a body, she thinks. This whole development is just…

“What do you want?”

“You to admit you have a breaking point and you like to cross it.”

“Like you’re any better.”

Yeah, well, she’s done a little better on the major injuries front lately, but…

“I do not have as many physical tasks as you in the first place. And you could delegate once in a while and-“

“Like you’re any better,” he repeats.

“I do not have anywhere near as many possible alternates as you do. We are playing with different rules here and-“

Screw this, she thinks, putting her hand on his thigh like she’d intended. Lightest pressure, watching reactions, watching-

“Stop. Please.”

“Is that enough of a hint? Are you even aware-“

“I have to-“

“No. No you don’t. Your atonement is not going to be through your body, no matter what you-“

“Like you have any right to-“

“Have you even thought about what happens if you’re sidelined or-“

“We survived that, remember?”

“Yeah, you were running circles around me well before-“

“Someone had to-“

“Why is someone always you?!”

For a moment a flicker of something adrift in his eyes, answers not found to questions not formed and-

“Why shouldn’t it be? I have-“

“Who the fuck asked you to bleed for your mistakes?”

“Let’s see, I forget how many times you alone suggested it as a solution but it’s at least in the hundreds, maybe thousands, maybe-“

“Screw me for thinking that would be the first time you ever listened to me,” she mutters.

“Is doing better now really enough for you?”

“I haven’t even thought about how to get rid of your body since we landed. You do realize how weird that is for me.”

“You have always been very direct…”

“And that’s why I’m the only person who can get through to you, and that’s why as much as I want to give up completely sometimes…”

“You don’t have to-“

“I’m not trying to fix you. You’re doing an interesting enough job of that on your own. I just… think everything is a little easier if you’re around to deal with it with me.”

His hand covers hers, resting now on his leg, and they are not like this and maybe they are like this, and-

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Not giving up.”

[pierogish]

@lonlonranching thank you for tagging me!

I took so long because I couldn't make myself sit down and write, but something I discovered today made me want to talk about it:

currently listening: do we include music here? because today I found an album by Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp titled We're OK. But We're Lost Anyway. This day today honestly sucked and this was what literally revived me. Everything, from the song titles to fresh play with instrumental and vocals... small band that I am now a big fan of.

I mostly listen to music or various videoessays or podcasts while I am drawing. recently have been bonked on head with "philosophy tube" pretty hard. so I am in constant need of stuff to listen to and I want to check out magnus archives that you mentioned! I am in the mood for some horrors. There are some other horrors I am currently working on too,,

current obsession: drawing for the locked tomb, okay? I just made a few skeleton doodles in my textbook but it escalated quickly to me planning to draw every location and visualize magical and creepy ways of necromancy.. and the ladies ofc.. let's see how long I will last

other honorable mentions: grape & pineapple ice pops. ate two today while running around town at temperature over 40°C which is 104°F I guess? This is a torture, but these popsicles felt like the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. Cold green tea. Sports drinks that are lemon flavored. tomezeme's writing project and map for that world. mp100 always has my back as well. I can draw for any fandom I love but I always return to my moboblorbos.. In the evenings, swifts flying outside my window and very bright sunsets! (reason being hideously dusty air. yikes) Also, these cool handmade doorknobs I got in Germany. I wish I took picture of all of them in the basket, there were so many! They remind me of decor from Howl's moving castle a little.

currently reading: I am midway "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan" by Lisa See, recommended to me by my mom, which gives a look into women's life in 19th century China, and about a friendship of two girls, tied by a union called laotong. Often sad and disturbing, but interesting - though I am not sure that I am really enjoying the story itself.

currently watching: err, nothing much? But not in your sexy bookish way, but more like unable to concentrate on anything else besides drawing these days. Seriously, I would be so content with life where I just sit and draw most of the time, going on walks every day (somewhere where it's not so dusty and full of concrete..) or wait, like once a week we have a discord movie night with my friend and i'm showing samurai champloo to her..

choosing people to tag scares me so just please whoever sees this and wants to talk about stuff please do <3

[dragonedged-if]

Writeblr Positivity Tag

I wanna thank @writernopal for tagging me.

For now open tag :)

1. What motivates you to write?

For me I just love to write ideas, you know when your mind thinks about something and you just feel the need to write it down on a pice of paper.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love.

This one of the scenes of Lucian's prompt, that I love and can relate.

I want that writing and creating this IF, I can show the hardships of writers in making their story and coding it even.

As you ride through the forest on Beatrice's back, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting out a shuddering sigh of relief. "Being a writer my entire life, I've often found myself feeling lonely, empty and drained," you confess, feeling vulnerable but comforted in Lucian's presence. "But meeting you has changed that. Being here, riding through these woods with you, I feel like a caged bird that's just been set free. It's like the world has come alive again."

Lucian looks at you quizzically. "You're telling me that writing, something you love doing, makes you feel this way?"

You let out a bitter chuckle. "It sounds crazy, I know. But it's not the writing itself that's the problem. It's the fact that writing can be a solitary occupation, and sometimes it feels like no one understands what I'm trying to say or express. But being able to share my ideas and have someone understand them…that's beyond comprehension. It's like the story takes on new depth and meaning than it ever could on paper."

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Luna, Variel and Serena. This 3 gals makes me laugh when I try to write their scenes. Luna for being a lone wolf and trying to sacrifice her friends for the sake of the mission. Variel being a sadistic and dominating dragon. Lastly, Serena for being a charming and manipulative poet.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Thinking, writing the angst and action scenes and of course death for added drama and flavor.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I think I'm best at Inner conflicts, tragedy, flashbacks, fluff and some other sorts of shenanigans.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Tag games, how supportive the people and helping each other out.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Google Docs for helping found those excess punctuation marks lol. Plus its accessible also for phone when I'm on the run.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

For me I like, characters and monsters that I will be putting in my story. For one I love mythological creatures and I'm sure you noticed that my 2 IF's got some dragons in them and of course let's us not forget about supernatural creatures.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Take a break if you feel tired or exhausted. Ask help from your fellow writers, they will not bite. Writer's block? Stop writing your current IF and see if you can write scenes in your other IF's.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

First I wanna thank @apollo-gate for helping me code my story and a someone to talk to, either IF related topics or not.

@cheerstotheelites-if, a Filipino friend and giving me feedbacks when I need it in regards to my story and all kinds of shenanigans lol.

[cookinguptales]

Because I keep getting messages about that post I reblogged a few days ago, I’ve been feeling nostalgic for my old Bunsen/Beaker days, which were kind of frantic and bizarre... but fun! 

For the uninitiated, way back in like... I wanna say 2014? I wrote a Muppets fic for Yuletide that I really kind of poured my heart and soul into. I was having a rough time in my personal life and I needed to write something sweet and hopeful, I think. It ended up being more of a love letter to the franchise and how it made me feel, if anything, and that manifested itself as a fic about Beaker coming to work for the Muppets, falling for his (somewhat terrifying) boss, and finally finding a place where he felt like he belonged.

It was a fic about how your work can be kind of thankless and kind of terrifying, but if it’s your passion and you’re doing it with people you love, who support you and understand all the little weirdnesses that made you feel like an outcast everywhere else, it can feel really magical.

Anyway, it ended up doing well, which was fun! And then Flowers On The Wall came out, one of the Muppets web shorts they were bringing out in that period (which were fun as hell, btw) and I was like. “w-wait, are they actually... gonna do this...?”

The B/B fandom really started to get its feet around that period. It was still super tiny! But it became very dedicated very fast, which makes me think that we’d all kind of loved this pairing in the backs of our heads for a while and we just needed a little push to actually start a fandom.

and uh. Then the ABC Muppets show came out and made it canon?? Which I’m not sure any of us were expecting at all and things got really crazy for a little while, but it was fun! Wrote some ficlets, made some friends, had a good time!

It was all just really fun and there was a special kind of magic to seeing these characters who were such a huge part of my childhood coming out and being stupidly in love. It was like seeing one of the most welcoming casts of characters I’ve ever known saying, “yes, you are invited, too. your brand of weirdness is okay with us, and we love you for exactly who you are.”

There’s an extended history of Jim Henson and the rest of the crew being really gay-friendly (RIP Richard Hunt ;;) but having that confirmation just felt. idk. Really good. Having something so pure and sweet accept you just feels really good.

But all this is just to say that I just rewatched Flowers On The Wall, and friends, it is not lost on me that nandermo is just another flavor of this same exact pairing and I am nothing if not woefully predictable.

Sigh.

[universestreasures]

@crimsonkaiser​​ Sent:

❝ Misaki, ❞ Kai, who had been quietly hovering around Misaki’s birthday party, had finally found a moment where someone else wasn’t already occupying her time. He approaches, hands in his pockets. Behind them on the counter was a sizeable cake that he and Aichi had spent the weekend preparing for today, which doubled as their collective gift to her. And considering all the people who had shown up, he’s glad now to have had a second pair of hands on deck with the preparations. It was definitely enough for everyone, and then some.

Honestly, without their fellow blue haired teammate’s involvement Kai would have left long before the party had started. It was just as odd for him as it was everyone else there that he had participated in the festivities at all. But he did attend, for what it was worth. Now he was looking to go home, but the only person he seemed keen on letting know was the birthday girl herself. Out of anyone; it was probably obvious to Misaki at least that his social battery had been long since depleted.

❝ Next time... let me know ahead of time what sort of cake you want. ❞ It was his way of saying ‘happy birthday’ without actually saying as much. Seems he still had a ways to go when it came to these sorts of pleasantries. It didn’t come to him as naturally as it did someone like Miwa-- who, along with the rest of his club, was causing quite a bit of noise on the other side of the shop as the party continued. ❝ And good luck with all of that. ❞

[To Misaki, post baking thread :]]

Her birthday had never been something she actively celebrated, not since she was a kid anyway. Sometimes she’d get a special meal or something, but nothing more than that. That’s why she was so astonished by the unexpected surprise party her teammates and friends had thrown for her that afternoon. She expected something from her uncle at least, but not everyone else. 

It really...it really touched her, touched her in a way she hadn’t felt since her youth...

The party had been in full swing when she is then approached by Kai, seeming to quietly desire to leave. She honestly was shocked he even stayed this long. Kai wasn’t exactly the social type, something the two of them got in common, but the fact he did stay for even just a little while...meant a lot to her. Both of them needed things like this once in a while. After all, one couldn’t live their life to the fullest being alone all the time. 

“I don’t really have a flavor preference, but I appreciate the offer.” She smiles at him, her hand reaching to gently place itself on his shoulder. “Thank you and Aichi for spending time making something for me. You really didn’t have to. I hope you two had fun. Now, while I’d love for you to stay, you probably need a break from all the party chaos. I’ll see you around, okay? Maybe I’ll even give you a cardfight as a way to repay you for the gift. You haven't faced my Genesis deck yet, and I’ll give you a run for your money, Kai.”

~

[rainbowjay20]

TRIGGER WARNING

**Minor Medical Issues **

***Bathroom Humour***

So I got tired of getting the same old answer for the age-old question: what do you eat when you have Diarrhea? BART Bananas, Applesauce, Rice, and Toast.

I decided, as I was looking for something else, there must be SOMETHING I could eat beside the BART stuff. Normally, I like those four foods but hate to eat anything when forced. I thought that I should change it up. So, I came up with a new acronym.

While writing, the poem just came out. I forgot that yesterday was National Poetry Day. This counts towards that, I guess. I generally don't do humor poems. Maybe I should try? Bonuses at Bottom!

And if you are using this... FEEL BETTER!

C.H.A.L.U.P.A.S.

When the food fights back,

When you feel that first attack,

Tummies rumbling, ain't no way back

Don't worry 'bout it, It won't be long

But hold your nose, cause that $h*+ is strong,

When its done,

After the finale spell

You're feeling good

You're feeling well

Thinking 'bout trying,

Not sure what to eat

Half-way dying,

Stomach sighing,

About to admit defeat

Tried and true, couldn't hate it anymore,

Need me something,

Delivered to my Door,

Not gonna do it the old Bart way

So now it's here to save the day,

CHALUPAS, pepto and pray!

Crackers

Hydrate

Aubergine

Liquids(Yeah it's twice because it's important)

Ulluco

Pumpkin

Arborio Rice

Soup

*DON'T EVER EAT ACTUAL CHALUPAS WHEN YOU HAVE DIARRHEA! HOT FOOD MAKES IT WORST!!!

Crackers-

In the "original" acronym they had T for Toast. What is a cracker but Toast? A cracker is a flat, dry baked biscuit typically made with flour. Flavorings or seasonings, such as salt, herbs, seeds, or cheese, may be added to the dough or sprinkled on top before baking.[1] Crackers are often branded as a nutritious and convenient way to consume a staple food or cereal grain.

Hydrate/Liquids-

Try to avoid sodas and caffeine drinks like coffee and tea because they make it worse. Fruit juice, sports drinks, water. Flat clear soda is okay, ginger ale, or ronic water.

Aubergine-

Eggplant, aubergine, brinjal, or baigan is a plant species in the nightshade family Solanaceae. Solanum melongena is grown worldwide for its edible fruit. Most commonly purple, the spongy, absorbent fruit is used in several cuisines. Typically used as a vegetable in cooking, it is a berry by botanical definition.

Ube -

purple Yam (Some say it tastes like Irish Potatoes, soft and sweet)

The distinct ube flavor is slightly nutty with a hint of vanilla. It has a coconut-like aroma that lends itself well to dessert items. Ube is most often boiled, mashed, and mixed with condensed milk to bring out its sweetness.

Ulluco-

Like a sweet potato(From South America)Ulluco tubers can be used raw or cooked and have an earthy, subtly nutty, and musky flavor often likened to the taste of beetroot combined with potatoes. The leaves are also edible and have a mild, vegetal, and green flavoring.

Pumpkin-

large round vegetable with thick orange skin. The seeds can be dried and eaten and the soft part inside can be cooked as a vegetable or in sweet pies.

Arborio Rice-

Arborio rice is an Italian short-grain rice. It is named after the town of Arborio, in the Po Valley, which is situated in the region of Piedmont in Italy.When cooked, the rounded grains are firm, creamy and chewy compared to other varieties of rice, due to their higher amylopectin starch content. Other rice works too.

Soup-

liquid dish, typically made by boiling meat, fish, or vegetables, etc., in stock or water.

Stick to plainers soups, chicken or vegetable, maybe some rice.

TL:DR Upset Stomach led to poem and new meal plan for reoccurance.

Some bonus recipes: (Skip any garlic and onions and hot spices)

https://cookingwithmammac.com/basic-risotto/

https://pipingpotcurry.com/air-fryer-pumpkin/

https://under500calories.com/recipe/c23fe-mashed-purple-sweet-potatoes

https://mysweetprecision.com/homemade-ritz-crackers/

https://www.marthastewart.com/274288/pumpkin-recipes

[hyumjim]

seungyouns album finally came in today so i will do a little review as i listen whilst unboxing

deep deep sleep: 6/10. this song is cute, nothing groundbreaking, very frank ocean vibes, which would be an interesting direction for seungyoun to go in. i don't care for the opening vocal effects, and i prefer the verses to the chorus, which is a bit repetitive for me. i think it's a strange choice to go with this as an opener to the album because it's literally the only R&B song on an album that is otherwise entirely rock, and also as the title implies, it's quite sleepy and does not do a lot to hype you to listen to the rest of the album. i feel like the only reason it's the opener is because it's short...

journey (title track): 5.5/10. okay this would not have been my choice for the title track because it's downtempo and literally christian as fuck. my god when the choir came in at the end i couldn't believe how christian it was, and then the instrumentation dropped out so the choir could sing acapella and it somehow became even more christian in its final moments. idk, i actually don't have anything against christian kpop songs, for example I love shine by drippin. and waiting for us by skz is also very christian rock, it's not my favorite but it doesn't grate on me like journey. and the issue is not necessarily the choir itself because that has been used to great effect in other songs particularly my sea by iu. i think maybe the issue is in trying to blend these different flavors of cheese, we end up with something that overwhelms the palette. anyway i like the guitar riffs in the beginning, and seungyoun's vocal performance is great as always, i just can't see myself returning to this often, the ending of it is very difficult for me to tolerate. i'm glad you found god i guess???? but this song is ultimately forgettable imo...

drowning: 7.5/10. okay finally some good fucking food. this exists in the same universe as 'journey' for sure, it's just a straightforward rock song that's more upbeat and has ACTUAL HOOKS. i don't have much more to say about it, it's not reinventing the wheel or anything it's just a good woodz song, like a lot of the material from 'colorful trauma.'

busted: 9/10. WEIRD ASS SONG and you know i love it when he gets a little weird with it. i guess to me this is woodz at his best, when he is between rock and electropop and bringing this kinda frenetic energy. also WE GET RAPPER WOODZ ON THIS if only for a moment, massive slay. weird ass song that comes in and screams at you and climaxes and then dips as quickly as it came. chorus could easily grate on me but it doesn't, i think just because there is so much else going on in this song. mixed, weird-ass bag. love it!!

who knows: 8.5/10. YEAHHHH ROCKKKK!!!! reminds me of the best songs from 'colorful trauma.' really fun call/response structure, i would love to see this performed live. i feel the inspiration for this one is, interestingly, rage against the machine. RATM and frank ocean on the same album is really. interesting!!!

ready to fight: 5/10 omg i just can't with this. can they just let him say fuck? is it that hard? it REALLY takes the wind out of his sails when he can't even say fuck on his "fuck you" song. also this being like. a country rock song. idk. i didn't need to hear woodz version of p!nk "so what." god i bet he loves that song. ohhh my god seungyoun..... idk hes just so sensitive i don't believe hes ever been in a fight in his life... more like ready to cry.....

abyss: 7.5/10, this was the prelease track and it's nice and pleasant, I vastly prefer it to journey... but it's also not terribly exciting and wouldn't have been my choice for a single either.

idk, i clearly have different tastes from his new management in terms of what side of him to promote. my favorite tracks are his most quirky and offbeat and they seem to want him a bit more... family-friendly I guess? wider appeal for a more general audience? (which is also why he can't say fuck, i guess.) that being said, there are a couple of really great songs on this album so i'm happy with that. strongly recommend listening to busted and who knows !!!

[blushinggray]

fuck you back to sleep, girl

went through some shit recently but tryna get back in the writing groove so here comes some warmup porn

kirishima eijiriou x reader

nsfw // cw: reverse somno (sexsomnia)

kirishima works freaking hard, day in and day out, coming home at the most random hours of the day or night after clocking in occasionally ungodly hours of pro hero work. it goes without saying that he can come home rather exhausted. sometimes, it's all he can do to stuff the leftovers you saved for him in his mouth before taking a way too short shower and crashing into bed to sleep.

it's not always like that. when he has his wits about him and an appropriate amount of sleep fueling him, he gives you as much attention as he can. but lately, with all the extra work going on because of an important mission he's working on at his agency, the most he can do is slip into your shared bed when you're already asleep and give you a kiss before snuggling into you.

or so he thinks.

while you may not wake up every time he slips under the covers with you, you do wake up when his hand slips down to cup between your legs and rubs at you until you're wet enough to open your eyes with a breathless gasp. and by the time you're awake, the mattress is already waving beneath you as kirishima's hips roll into your ass, smearing his hard-on against you like jam on bread.

at the beginning, you just thought he was being frisky because he had been missing you so bad and you didn't have as much time to for sex these days, but he would barely answer you whenever you'd talk to him, asking him questions or telling him how good it felt. and usually he was pretty good with feedback.

sometimes he needed help getting inside bc he'd only be fucking your thighs or he didn't even get his pants down sometimes, but you'd absolutely revel in the lazy, aggressive, almost mindless fucking in the dark. and you'd wake up glowing the next morning, all ready to make your man some breakfast with his coffee.

it wasn't all too often, maybe once or twice a month. but now, it would happen at least once or twice a week. and you have to admit, sometimes you're too tired to participate, but he goes at you long enough to make you want to finish. and you wake up feeling great, so you can't say you have complaints. especially when there isn't as much time to fuck during regular waking hours nowadays.

occasionally you'd bring up these little night escapades in subtle innuendo but he would look at you confused or brush it off for something else, so you figured he didn't feel the need to bring it up in daylight. after all, it's just sex with your partner, isn't it?

but then, one day, kirishima comes home and mentions how fucking ready he is to finally get inside you after weeks of holding back.

"eiji, come on, we just fucked last night." you laugh as you shake your head when he pulls you in for a smattering of kisses.

however, the kisses stop in their tracks when he pulls back, "what are you talking about?"

"what do you mean? you were just inside me last night." you remind him, "twice, might i add. i almost slept through my alarm."

"what? no i wasn't."

".... uhm, yes you were."

"I don't remember." he says. "I mean, i do want to do it sometimes when i come home but it's late and you're already asleep, so i just try not to bother you."

"you... don't remember." you repeat.

"no?" he sounds confused, but genuine.

and after some discussion, you both come to discover that he's been fucking you in his sleep.

well, if you think about it, it shouldn't be too hard to believe. you've heard of sleep talking, sleep walking, and other types of parasomnial behavior, so what was another one to add to the list? quite honestly, this type of phenomenon is much more pleasant to deal with.

kirishima gets it checked out at the doctor, and they tell him that he's fine as long as he isn't causing harm to himself or his partner or anyone else. and he'd rather not take medication for something that isn't really that much of a problem if he doesn't have to, so you've both just learned to deal with this little tick your boyfriend has.

you, by getting a phenomenal, sleep-drenched dicking in the middle of the night, and kirishima, by not remembering a single thing in the morning. sometimes he blushes when you tell him what he did to you the night before, and feels ashamed or disappointed that he wasn't there for it.

but while he doesn't have any recollection of it, it doesn't mean his body doesn't feel the aftereffects later in the day. he glows as much as you do, even though he doesn't really know why. and he's pretty sharp the days after, if his work performance has anything to show for it.

while it's not a part of your daily routine or anything, it is completely unsurprisingly whenever you're woken up with a hand rubbing through your pajamas or a hard length either rutting against you or even into you.

tonight, it seems that he's already gotten your bottoms down to your knees and slicked himself up by rubbing through the apex of your thighs by the time you come to. you open your eyes to the dark room and sounds of kirishima's heavy breaths against your ear, and his hands gripping at your hips with a bruising strength.

"eiji, baby? you awake?" you call out softly like you usually do, just to check in. and when you receive no verbal answer, you know that he is definitely off in wet dreamland.

so you make things a little easier for both of you by reaching down to kick your bottoms all the way off and bury them somewhere in the blankets. but when you press your ass slightly closer against him as you move, you incidentally let the tip slip in between your slippery folds, and you hear kirishima shudder out a groan behind you before yanking you closer.

not only that, he leans forward to close up the space between your back and his chest, almost growling in protest. but now you're slightly folded in half, which you're sure can't be comfortable for kirishima to move against you, so you try to push back, "eijirou, come on. make a lil room..." you hum out in a groggy voice.

and you do manage to push him back into a slightly more comfortable position, but not long before he's pushing you onto your stomach and mounting himself on top of you.

"eiji!" you gasp, surprised by also unnecessarily excited.

he bites down on your shoulder at his drops all of his weight down on you, pressing you flat into the bed. his hips continue rolling slowly into your ass as he slides this thick, long cock against your dripping slit, and the only gains speed at his continues. and he keeps at it like a dog just mindlessly humping at you without properly aiming himself inside.

"ugh, eijiiii~" you groan into your pillow, "put it inside already, pleeease..." you beg.

you're not sure if he can hear you while he's asleep, or if he can even slip in properly while he's got all his body weight flat on top of yours. but eventually, he finds his way inside, and you sigh in absolute relief.

"yes..."

he takes another bite at your shoulder, and then at your neck as he groans at your heat squeezing around him. he mumbles out what sounds like a sleepy rendition of your name as he starts picking his hips up to thrust. and then he gets faster, and faster, until he's almost pummeling into you, only keeping you held in place with one hand on your breast and the other around the base of your throat.

"fuck..." you whine into your pillow as you're just hammered into the bed like he's trying to get you to stick. you're left with nothing to do but take it, and take it you do, until you're coming right around him with a few rubs at your own clit.

kirishima is growling into your neck now as your walls flutter around him and send him into his own peak, filling up all the space inside of you with his emission.

and he doesn't stop humping you even as he comes or finishes coming, he keeps up the rutting for almost a minute after he's done before his hips finally calm down, followed by his breaths in your ear. and finally, he's nothing but dead weight on top of you.

with a bit of effort, you roll him off to his side of the bed and get the both of you cleaned up before slipping into bed again with your bottoms back on.

you make sure to tuck kirishima's arm around your waist before covering the both of you up with the blanket again before letting yourself really go to bed for the night.