#which is no excuse but u kno

[daemondaes]

little vent — i'm so sorry for not being here much lately, guys. beyond being just plain busy, i've had a hard time writing as of late?? part of it is bc being so offline here and there has got me drowning in drafts, particularly for blogs that have either gone abandoned or on some kind of unannounced hiatus, and it's starting to feel like dead skin i just can't slough off? i feel guilty if i don't reply to them, but it's hard to muster the muse for someone who isn't around and may or may not ever be 😂 at the same time, i've been feeling really insecure here on tumblr dot com?? i don't really have a friendgroup here or anything, just singular blogs/muns i get excited to start things with...so then when they leave, or worse, lose interest, it's back to square one. idk ig i feel lost and lonely, if that makes sense. feeling a little ✨ replaceable ✨ or like i don't stand out in a meaningful way. i want cherry to matter to your muses and be a concrete figure in their lives, even if not one that plays a significant role. there are so many parts she can play, so many ways she can connect muse A to muse B...

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[juggalism]

the top post when u search up pissvortex is actually a terf lmaoo

[mibkid]

More Lu doodles and uh- extra

just a bunch of them. I'm good at doodling/sketching characters, not so good at doing pointed and fully done illustrations (i say, as if i didn't do that for artfight LISTEN IT IS WHAT IT IS OK)

as usual click on pic for better quality.

A Hyrule!!! and then decided to color him a little on my phone on ibis, for funsies u kno. :D!!

an agreeable FOUR!!!! and Emo Legend

a bit of wild going "Yeesh. Yikes." "Telephone" baking with Wind and Wild; and a Judgy (disgusted?) legend!

Me trying to figure out Times armour and some shirt sketches, of Time and Twi's! here is where i get a bit obessed while trying to figuring these out

If anyone's curious, but cant read my garble, on the shirt page it says: "Times undershirt/tunic" ( side note: I was wrong actually it's the one he wears when they're at LonLon ranch, His actual undershirt doesn't have a high collar.) "Long to his thighs, very end of the butt. Black underpants. Linen? Stretch? Side split." "Twi's undershirt: same fabric for chord.

Now to the extras, still Link stuff but not necessarily Lu related:

Oot Link w the legendary sword, sketch, kinda a w.i.p?

Oot link and Navi times 2!

You can guess that i really like Oot Link. (not related to to which my favorite Lu Links are tho.) HE GET'S ME EMOTIONAL OK. THAT BOY IS SO, skdbskjdbf, i get emotional that poor child. And Navi and Link are such,,, aurgh, it's like an older sister and her little brother, I keep listening to "birds of a feather" and thinking about them, yes yes i know it doesn't fit 100%, but parts of it ok, platonically in this case ofc.. i don't ship Navi and link.

Truly this was just an excuse to obsess over LU, but what can i say? What else would i do here on tumblr?

[severinaprince]

u kno, I don’t think that people consider enough the possibility (and very high probability) that Snape wasn’t mean to student’s because he wanted to, but more so because he had to. Not saying they he was nice. That man sure as hell wasn’t nice, especially when reading from Harry’s point of view.

But let’s consider for a moment the objective circumstances: Severus Snape was a past Death Eater, who at 21-ish years old changed sides (something only Dumbledore knew to which extent and the reasons), and knew of the possibility of the Dark Lord coming back because Dumbledore told him, and anyone who listened honestly, that he didn’t believe Voldemort to be truly gone.

Now, Severus Snape knows that Harry Potter, this child who is the Dark Lord’s undoing, is alive and is coming to the school, as probably most of his contemporary schoolmate’s kids are also going, have been there a while and will come for various years after. Snape is still bound to Dumbledore by his promise to be a spy, and is bound to Voldemort by brand. And Dumbledore is highly suspicious shit is about to go down (which u kno, he was rights ‘cause even from the first year lil Harry started Going Through It™️).

Having that background: Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin, and presumed Death Eater (‘cause u kno, spy), who was never known to be openly warm nor kind, who was fiercely bullied and he retaliated when felt necessary, is supposed to seem impartial and nice to all of his students?

Morally, should he had been? Heck yeah. Any decent teacher and adult should.

Realistically, should he had been? Well, if he wanted his cover blown, sure. If he wanted all of the Death Eaters who had children in school questioning the hell out of him, yeah. If he wanted Voldemort suspicious of his alliance and current belief system (which would have been at odds with the Death Eater ideals), uh-huh. But that would have made for a lousy spy at best and disastrous war changing consequences at worst.

And let’s be really honest here: Dumbledore gave him the position as teacher, primarily because he wanted to use Snape as a spy. That was Dumbledore’s priority, not the teaching. Which is a little wild to think coming from a school headmaster, truly.

This theory (which personally extends from theory to canon, because that’s how being a spy works) does not excuse him from how his prejudice blinded him from seeing Harry for Harry and not James (but the case could be made that neither did Sirius, but that’s another topic). That was wild. However, at the same time, he looked out for Harry’s life.

Again, I’m not saying Severus was warm and nice and he certainly acted mean and cruel at moments, particularly with kids from the other three houses. I just think that was part of the tragedy. He had a role to play, he played it perfectly, getting himself branded as a coward and a traitor by the people closest to him. And because of him, they won the war.

[izuhan]

coming home exhausted ︱stray kids (hyung line + hyune)

pairing: boyfried!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff, comfort no hurt ︱warning: grammar mistakes, not proofread, i love chan

a/n: ,, i think this has been done a lot but I was having a bad day and wanted to write so here we are! im still confused if hyune is part of hyung line but my powers last night ended after I wrote his. hope u enjoy!

⸝⸝bang chan♡ᵎ

— one another’s arrival at home will always be the highlight of both of your days, and if you arrive at the same time as him, it is a total bonus for each other.

— within his or your arrival, he will never let you hug him first, he’s ought to do them first and that is the rule. which means whether he’s working or burning holes in your wall clock, he makes sure he gets to hug you, only allowing you to hug him back after.

— he does them a lot to the point he could identify who needs one and who doesn't. this time, it was you who he heard walking past his room. you have no energy to knock and be loud, all you wanted and needed is chan and nothing else, no one else. 

— you knock a couple of times and Chan, hurriedly and almost tripped himself—he opened the door to an exhausted lover of his. 

— “Ch—” he did not hesitate to pull you close to him in such an embrace he always does, a light squeeze and his signature giggles melting all your exhaustion away.

— you don't need to ask for a hug; he always delivers them as much as he wants, and you, yourself, can't hate him for that.

— as you melt and cave into his hug, he would take that as a chance to ask about how your day went, let you talk, and vent all those things which made you wear such a long face.

— he would move you with him in a gentle rhythm, humming and replying softly to your complaints, and say sweet promises he could fulfill within an hour of your arrival.

— and if you do cry while hugging him, you two would be in his bed immediately. sat down on the edge of the bed before Chan would wipe your tears away or kiss them, assuring you he would be by your side no matter what and hug you warmly once you asked for another.

— once settled in his bed, he would ask you to stay put and let him take care of you. “I need to change clothes, Chan,” he would smile, rummaging through his closet or the baggage he has that he hasn’t taken care of just yet, maybe for this moment, or simply another excuse to let you wear his clothes. 

— you would glare at him and his gentle, proud grin that he has. it’s almost a shit-eating grin but he’s beautiful no matter what and you will always wear his clothes if that means seeing that grin again.

— he helped you sit up carefully, holding your waist as he guides you, “no, please, let me.” he gives you the smile again. you’ve already seen each other a lot, but there is still embarrassment whenever there is a chance to do so, not when his eyes are focused on you. 

— however, you appreciate it in a way you can relax and lean your weight on him after it, dressed in his clothes and having him lull you to sleep. “Chan, thank you, I love you.” and his voice, confessing his undying love and affection until all you have in your mind is him.

⸝⸝lee know♡ᵎ

— coming home to one another has always been quite a big deal for both of you; screaming is a norm to let the other know of their arrival, or the cats would do the job. 

— however, your voice would still be heard by him, he loves you enough to train himself on focusing only to hear your voice at this point.

— so, he wondered why his cats were screaming at someone who did not utter any words of arrival. lee know, worriedly, rushed to the living room to see you—exhausted, like a withered flower. still beautiful but no color in your soul.

— you look at him with exhaustion, relief, and delight, and finally, you're home. but with how your day went, one thing you need you can't even say it.

— “... hello?” lee know cocks an eyebrow but doesn't speak, he stares with no words to say, that's where you know he’s waiting for you. “... I'm sorry... can I ge—can I hug you?”

— lee know doesn't hesitate, “you're the one who needs it,” it's permission, rather, a clarification that he can hug you, and you can hug him later after you've received one from him.

— he's that fond of you to be stubborn in his own conduct, to make another excuse to hug you and turn the tables, tease you instead of you teasing him that you're growing on him. he will also let your lack of proper greetings slip for once this time around.

— his embrace would make you tear up a bit, though you would not let it all out. you don't want to be a burden to him although he has greatly expressed interest in you being a burden to him. you're his responsibility he says, but to put it that way sometimes concerns you and makes you ponder over it.

— “cry, if today was that bad,” he could feel your gulps and silent sniffles stop you from crying. he breathes out a smile when you do, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head as he brings you to the sofa with the cats. 

— he points at them to scatter around you, which they did, surprisingly.

— lee know would listen to you being a stuttering mess, drawing circles on your back or caressing your hair to soothe you down before he would close the distance to stare at your swollen eyes directly. 

— “.. what?” he wouldn't say a word and cupped your cheeks, examining your face before placing his lips against yours suddenly.

— he knows his lips would do the work perfectly, and he loves to deter your attention from all the horrible things that have happened--to him only. at least for a moment before he does the leftover work on keeping your mind off things you shouldn't waste your tears off.

— and after all, that was done, a smile from both of you would top it off, and lee now would want you to take a bath as he prepares you something. though before parting, you still demand a kiss and a hug which he gladly obeys.

⸝⸝changbin♡ᵎ

— before you leave the place you're in and whenever you're close to home, he always demands you let him know beforehand. not because he was preparing something, kind of, but all there is was a feeling of relief you'll be coming home soon before he burns the clock with how hard he stared at it

— and so, when no text was sent to him and the door to his room was opened suddenly, his whole face cannot be painted

— either you're a burglar or one of his family members. though once he recognized it was you, a hug would be his only resort before asking questions about your actions, why you never texted him beforehand so he could greet you by the door somehow.

— you would stay silent over his words, holding him tightly with the fear of letting him go. that's where he senses something might be wrong and let you squeeze him as much as you could. with the build he has, he doesn't think it would hurt and if it would, he will take delight in it. being weak towards you... fuels him.

— he would continuously talk and ask important questions. you want to answer him but exhaustion not letting you form words completely, you would either break down into tears or apologize numerous times, though either of those would happen, changbin would be as patient as possible.

— he knows enough to not talk over you the same you do to him, talking over each other is something you do when teasing each other, and fighting would be the worst-case scenario.

— he would let you talk and cry, or if you can't anymore, he would let it be. let the silence swallow the whole room so that you would calm down and ease your body.

— and while he's at it, he would rest his back on the headboard of his bed and settle you down on his lap. as embarrassing as you might be, it's the only way he could think of holding you while facing you.

— he would give you a smile rather than a worrying pout you do think is adorable, however, his smile and giggles were what erased your exhaustion for a moment before he holds you close.

 — promises to cuddle and smother your with love all night would ensue, his face too close for comfort but you would laugh it off sweetly, let yourself be stupidly in love with changbin and be as vulnerable as you could be, telling him the story of your day and all that caused the bad day because you know you have him by your side and ready to fight whatever it is.

⸝⸝hyunjin♡ᵎ

— coming home exhausted would be no different in your shared place with hyunjin. 

sometimes you fear you both are coming home exhausted for so many days in a week that it's becoming a problem.

— but that also means you get to pamper each other with love and affection, lay low and lose all the tension and exhaustion from work and life at once. 

— it's also another excuse to let him be as romantic as he could be. you can't stomach it sometimes, in a good way, because you will combust in any second the moment you realize hyunjin's action is too romantic for your liking, that he's too perfect and charming. 

— today was no different too. silent sweet ambiance thanks to hyunjin's newly composed song showering the place with a new atmosphere as you step inside.

— you would either find him working on it, or doing art in many forms. and always, you would watch his back and smile. snap a few pictures to set as your new wallpaper or lock screen or post it in your gc just to make everyone jealous of your lover, or sometimes, keep it to yourself as a secret treasure.

— this time though, you badly needed him to embrace you to death. but you can't ask him directly, you don't know why.

— until he appears right in front of you, “i see, one of those days huh?” hyunjin is straight out of the shower, a new enticing look in his slightly damped short hair, the t-shirt he's wearing kind of soaked with the water dripped on them, and the towel hanging on his shoulder. god. how did you get so lucky?

— “hug, please?” hyunjin would chuckle, cooing and wiggling his body before embracing you with a smile on his face. you would groan once he would lift you up, clearly, he's not having a bad day, and he's affecting you with his energy. 

— “this is why I recommend you stay here with me all week, just a week of us and I could promise to have the world in my hands, and hand it to you for your undying love.”

“I k—”

“Nope, please, this week has been horrible for you. let me care for you the same way you ditched your whole family for me.”

— for hyunjin, having you counter him serves as a win, and so he does this time around, capturing your lips onto his before you could utter words that he knows would affect his plan for the both of you.

— and giving up was all you could do, let him take his time to take care of you in his very way.

[aihaitahm]

having a crush on streamer ! roommate ! blade

cw: suggestive, not proof read sorry.

probably streams something like valorant or league (sorry.) or he streams himself drawing ! he enjoys streaming but he also just does it for extra money… he knows he’s attractive. doesn’t talk/commentate that much but he has some dry humor that makes people intrigue especially for how he is. when he gets annoyed at whatever he’s playing, he would cuss a lot but not like… throwing his keyboard across the room.

would stream with silverwolf and gets a bit annoyed whenever she beats his ass whenever they play together. sometimes they meet up and also play horror games together. blade has a straight face but is actually terrified that he screams “fuck!?!!?” while silverwolf stares at him with a straightface like it wasnt even that scary -_-

anyways, moving in and discovering he was your roommate was interesting. he wasnt really shy… just awkward, and may come off a bit condescending and mean but if only you could see his red ears whenever he interacts with you. at first you were wary of him whether or not he would do his own share of chores so you nag at him multiple times. spoiler alert: he does do his part<3 this is where you both start interacting more by playfully being sarcastic at each other.

“tsk you know i do chores when youre not around… you gotta trust me more will ya?”

“okay sorry…”

it was a rough start getting to know him as a roommate since he is always in his room when youre around or when he goes out a lot whether to the gym (which you find yourself staring at his figure or analyzing it behind his baggy shirt) or to hang out with his friends, he comes home late. but a sweet gesture he does is when you wake up in the morning, you see a bunch of food or take out on the counter as a thank you for cooking and leaving some for him.

he finallt brought his friends around (silverwolf and kafka!) and they introduce themselves to you while they nudge blade teasingly. like how could he hide his precious roommate from them. thats when they started asking you questions while blade’s ears are perked.

“so dear are you single? what do you like and dislike? to think bladie wouldnt even talk to his dear roommate… dont make them feel lonely blade ‘kay?”

“yea… i am whyd you ask? and i like ___ and dislike ___. and oh im fine!”

“whats your type! do you like games? can we play ? we can play with blade too if you want!”

“stop with the questions you two. and excuse me i talk to them… kinda.”

“sure you do.”

after that interaction, blade is a bit more talkative to you now but still a bit closed off. thats when you questioned him about the noise he makes and asks if he streams. he embarrassingly said yes while he continues to answer your questions begrudgingly.

you tend to text to your friends about him and march 7th starts teasing you to no end. dan heng kinda warns you about him but would support you to no end… just dont get in blade’s bad side. stelle or caelus would purposely create scenarios where you have to talk to blade since they have a lot of classes with him.

one time you were going home after seeing your friends until you came home to see he was making a meal for himself, shirtless. in which he blushes deep red but shrugs it off as he smirks. you were surprised and actually squeaked, telling him to put a shirt on.

“put some clothes on damn it.”

“well stop looking its really that simple.”

since your friends, you, blade and his friends came to the conclusion you both like each other, do you actually confess? no but obviously you both are stubborn and would rather deal with the sexual loving tension. roommates who decided to do grocery shopping together one day. to go out and maybe look for a pet. roommates who sometimes rant to each other about deep personal stuff. working out together. following each other on social medias. wt this point march 7th and kafka is practically screaming at u and blade’s face to confess.

that was until you were knocking at his door and he wasnt there since you already brought him his food. you came in his room for the first time to see his stream was on and people were wondering who are you. looking around his space, you found some of the little gifts you gave him and saw his phone glow up to a silly cute picture of you that you sent. making you feel flustered bc goddamn it you just needed to hand him his food.

‘alhaithamscatboy: ohmygod are u blade’s partner?!?!!? the one silverwolf was teasing blade about!

eimikofanpage69: theyre so fine!!!! oh my god !!!! wdym yall are just roommates?

KAZUSCARAFAN: UR LYING WHEN U SAY UR JUST ROOMMATES. ‘

“(name) whyre you here? oh you brought me food. thank you. uh sorry about my chat.”

“ah yes actually theyre my lovely partner.“ blade said as he pecks you on the cheek and the chat goes crazy. literally making it viral.

after the stream, you confronted him and freaked out. asking him if he just did it for the views or if he actually liked you that way. which makes him infuriated because how could he ever do that to someone he loves and respects.

“i like you okay? i… love you a lot more than i can ever express and i would never do shit like that for views. i had my eyes on you ever since you moved in. i just didnt know if you do. im sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“you didnt. and i-i love you too… now you should like, kiss me better bladie.”

“call me yingxing or ren instead.” he whispered as he kissed you on the lips passionately.

[rebouks]

Idk if you’ve already done this (newer follower and still catching up) but would you ever do a post on how you plan a post? Like what your planning process looks like with shots, poses, etc? You’re one of my favorite storytellers and I hope to get on your level one day but no idea what goes into a true story telling post

Ooooh hi hello, welcome! I don't believe I have ever gone into my process, no! but how interesting.. what better excuse! let's take yesterdays post as an example, shall we? 👀

First of all, we start with the premise/notes, which are very rough n' look like this in a word document...

Camping – the twins are fiiighting/being a pain, Oscar loses temper with em n almost says why can’t u be like ur brother?! throwing him into memories of Salton saying that to him all the time :[ he catches himself like no wait ur perfect I just gotta finish this, twins like wtf?? But robin ofc knows what’s going on with his pappy.. Oscar wanders off later n Robin sits with him, ur not like them u kno, what? Grandma n grandpa ur not the same, OUGH ;-;

2. I suppose this step changes depending on what I feel like, sometimes I'll make the poses/take the screenies first, then write the dialogue, other times I'll write the dialogue first.. I try for the latter since I can make more accurate poses, but time is usually my enemy here cos dialogue needs a nice quiet period to write lmao (let's call this step dialogue for now though)

3. Rip sims for blender, make poses, then head in game to dress everyone, set dress and take screenies, I take a LOT and choose the best ones but here're some unedited examples for you... In this case cos there was a flashback, I also had to remake Oscar/fam as a child n' whatnot, but luckily I have their old house saved so I plonked them all in an alternative save to take those.

4. Now we have our dialogue/screenies, it's time to throw it all together in photoshop, I usually edit the screenie first to fix any clipping etc, fix the lighting, sharpen it up a bit maybe.. but that's about it! Then I press my handy lil (custom made) storyboard action and end up with smth like this, to which I add the text! (this step takes the longest prolly.. cos it takes me forever to pick the screenies I wanna use my GOD 🙈)

VOILA! Once I've chosen all the screenies in the right order I go thru each of em in PS one by one to edit/add captions, then we're done! \o/

I realise this probably seems quite quick/vague or even streamlined if u wanna toot my horn lmaooo but I've spent a while doing this by now so ig I've kinda figured out the quickest way of doing it - still tho, I'd imagine the above still taking between 4-5 hours from start to finish! I usually spread these things over days/weeks in advance tho like.. during the week I mostly make poses/take screenies and write, then at the weekend I'll usually edit a bunch n' throw it all together, so it doesn't rlly feel tedious since I'm switching it up all the time/doing what I fancy.

[galaxyhux624]

coda to my fic miles to go, aka part three of blueprints 'verse. originally requested by an anon and posted at some point in august 2021

--

June 2018

New Orleans was celebrating its three hundredth anniversary, which was good, because Steve needed an excuse for why he was going.

Of course, absolutely zero percent of the Avengers actually believed him, but still. He made a big deal about it and they were all of them too tactful to point out the obvious. As he shouldered his carry-on and got ready to head out to JFK International Natasha stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Steve,” she said, quietly. Then she looked at his face, and she stopped talking. She stepped back. After a moment she said only,

“You be careful, okay?” and he gave her a curt nod before going downstairs. One of Tony’s drivers was waiting at the entrance with a car, supplied by Jarvis. Steve slipped into the backseat and tapped on the divider separating him from the front, and the car started off.

--

The flight itself was smooth, just over five hours, but Steve himself was a jangle of nerves and by the time they landed at Louis Armstrong he had nearly talked himself out of the whole endeavor. What the fuck was he doing? He had no idea what he hoped to gain from this, this completely inane and fruitless quest. It wasn’t like he could expect Bucky to drop everything the second he saw Steve, step away from Rumlow and say something like, Oh, I see. Yes, I made a mistake two years ago. Stevie, I’m sorry. I’ll come home now. That wasn’t going to happen, and Steve wasn’t sure what the fuck else he was doing here.

Whatever he saw, it was just going to hurt. The only reason he even knew Bucky and Rumlow were still here was because he had the trackers placed in Rumlow’s phone and because SHIELD would be notified (and in turn notify Steve) if Rumlow moved. Not to mention Steve had never made it totally clear to Rumlow if there were any restrictions on him going to any other states aside from Virginia and New York (there weren’t, but Rumlow had no reason to know that).

— well, that and the fact that Steve had spoken to Bucky every three weeks, like clockwork, since he’d left. Bucky had kept that end of the deal as faithfully as he’d ever done anything. Their whole lives Bucky had been like that. Faithful, loyal, dependable, determined. Traits Hydra had taken and twisted and warped for their own use and their own liking and fuck, fuck Rumlow, fuck him for manipulating Bucky, for convincing him he wasn’t complicit in the role Hydra had played, for convincing him that he (Rumlow) was the least evil thing that had come out of the seventy years of hell Hydra had put Bucky through and as such Bucky could and should trust him and remain with him.

It was Stockholm syndrome, plain and simple. There was no way around it. Steve had spent a while after Bucky left trying to figure out if there were any laws against a victim going back to their abuser, especially in a case like this, but there weren’t, and Steve had taken to sending Bucky texts every few days: you ok, buck? or, need anything? until Bucky had finally texted him back a string of exasperated-looking emojis followed by: stop worrying am fine, ps still have a metal arm so i can take care of myself u kno, and then a heart (blue), and Steve had forced himself to back off.

(If backing off could still be considered as such when it constituted Steve continuing to call or expect Bucky’s call every twenty-one days, listening frantically for codes every time Rumlow’s phone rang [whatever codes were hidden in make sure you bring Progresso next time, my partner can’t eat that store brand shit] and just generally… really not backing off at all.)

In any case he didn’t know why he was here/what he was going to do. But the taxi driver was waiting for him outside the airport and it was suffocatingly hot, so Steve put his carry-on into the back, slid in after it, gave the driver the hotel address, and closed his eyes.

--

He called Bucky once he was settled in his room, staring out at the city skyline in the distance. Bucky answered after four rings, sounding like he’d just woken up (it was almost four in the afternoon; what the hell were they doing) and a little confused (it was only two weeks since they’d last spoken; okay, it was only ten days since they’d last spoken, what the hell, Steve had never been great at math):

“Steve?”

In the background, a muffled grunt.

“Hey, Buck.” Steve smiled, making sure it showed in his voice. It wasn’t hard to smile when he heard Bucky talk, anyway. He’d missed that voice so much. Even after four years of having him back it was still something of a novelty to hear it again. “I know it’s early for me to call — ”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “Is uh, is everything — ”

“Everything’s fine,” Steve said. He bit his lip, leaning against the wall. “I just — I was thinking about you.”

Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds. In the background, Steve heard rustling, and then a voice, muffled, low. Bucky’s response was a little muted, like he was covering the speaker with his hand, but Steve heard it anyway: — be a minute, don’t know what’s going on. Then he was back:

“Oh. Well, hi.”

“Hi.” Steve swallowed. He really hadn’t thought this through as well as he should have. He hadn’t really thought it was the greatest idea in the world, but Bucky never went to New York, because Rumlow couldn’t go. Bucky hadn’t seen Steve or any of the others in two years and Steve missed him, he missed his face. Sometimes they did video calls but it wasn’t often and it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. Steve wanted —

— fuck. He wanted to see Bucky, and he knew that it wasn’t possible, because Bucky couldn’t know he was here. But he wanted it. He knew Bucky wasn’t going to suddenly wake up from his insane nightmare and realize his mistake and come home. He knew that. But —

“Are you doing anything special today?” Steve asked, before his thoughts could continue to spiral. “I know it’s the 300th anniversary of the city this year, so I just wondered — ”

“Uh-uh,” Bucky said. He sounded like he was moving. Steve heard a door, and then a light shift in the ambient sounds around him. “No, we don’t — we don’t like going out much.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. Don’t ask him don’t ask him don’t ask — “Does he keep you inside?” He winced when he heard it come out of his mouth, but there it was. Stale, hanging in the air. Sick and weak and possessive.

Bucky sighed.

“Steve… you know he doesn’t. We’ve talked about this.”

“I know. I’m just — ”

“I know you’re worried, Stevie. Wish you wouldn’t be, though. ’s been over two years, pal, and you know I’m fine here. We’re both fine here.”

Something caught in the back of Steve’s throat. He had to cover his mouth for a second to keep from screaming what he really wanted into the phone, which was, Why can’t you be fine in Manhattan with me? Why can’t I be enough for you again like I was? When the urge subsided he said,

“I know, and I’m sorry, Buck. It’s just — it’s still hard. For me.”

“Yeah.” Another sigh. “I know.” He shifted a little; whatever he was sitting on creaked. He asked,

“Well, what are you doing? Some kinda big saving the world thing going on?”

“No — ” Steve swallowed again. He really, really hadn’t thought this through. “It’s been pretty quiet on that end recently. Just… hanging out. Thought — ” fuck, he was going to lie, he hated lying — “thought about walking around Central Park later, maybe.”

“Oh, right.” Bucky was almost smiling, or something. “I miss that place.”

Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it —

“You could come back and visit, you know.”

“Yeah, but the Com- but Rumlow can’t,” Bucky said. Steve winced; he knew, he’d always known Bucky called Rumlow by his old title, like they were still out in the field together, like Rumlow still had that fucking hold over him, and Bucky always tried not to say it when they were talking, but he slipped, because it was habit for him, because they lived together, because Bucky wanted to be here, he wanted to be with Rumlow, that fucking manipulative bastard, the liar, the piece of shit who had ruined Steve’s life, who had ruined Bucky’s life, and Bucky had just run back to him like a beaten dog returning to the hand that fed it scraps after it dropped the cane —

“I just don’t underst— ”

“Steve. C'mon. We’ve talked about this a hundred times, pal. I don’t wanna go to Manhattan by myself. I don’t wanna go without Rumlow. Okay? I really, really wish you’d quit asking.”

The thing caught in the back of Steve’s throat again. He thought he knew what Natasha had wanted to say to him right before he’d left the tower. Don’t try and coerce Bucky into coming back. He knows it’s what you want and it’s unfair to him because it isn’t what he wants. He’s never going to see you like you want him to again and if he saw you physically he wouldn’t change his mind, because he lived with you for almost two years and he had to manipulate you into letting him go. You need to respect his wishes now.

Steve knew — he knew he was finding it

(impossible)

hard to believe that Bucky could make his own decisions, and that they were rational, competent, well thought-out decisions. He knew the ugly bare simple truth of why he was here: he wanted to drag Bucky back home. Whether he wanted to go or not. It wasn’t fair Steve had gone in the fucking ice, killed himself for Bucky, come back, dragged himself through three years of hell in the twenty-first century, gone through Rumlow’s betrayal, the collapse of his entire life with SHIELD, gotten Bucky back, and then lost him again to the same fucker who had sat back with a cigarette and his legs crossed and let Bucky get raped over and over again, fucking gotten him ready for it like an animal dressed for the slaughter —

“Steve?” Bucky’s voice, crackling a little over the phone. Steve hadn’t said anything in almost a minute, and he hurried to wipe his eyes and force that smile back on his face.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sorry. That’s — it’s not my business. I know I’m overstepping. I’m — it won’t happen again.”

“All right.” Bucky sighed, very softly. Then he said, “Look, Stevie, I gotta go — ”

“Sure, pal.” Steve closed his eyes. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “Bye, Stevie.” Then he hung up, and Steve fell back on his unmade bed, and he stared at the ceiling, and he didn’t cry, and he didn’t cry, and he didn’t cry.

--

He had the hotel room booked for three days. He lasted until about six in the evening before deciding what the hell, it was summertime, and he was in New Orleans. It would stay light out until after eight and there was no reason for him to stay in the room just because he’d shamed himself trying to make that phone call. It was a big city and he didn’t have to stay within any strict boundaries, he could go anywhere he wanted. He slipped on some sunglasses and a baseball cap before heading out. For the heat. Not to disguise himself. For the heat.

In the lobby he picked up a tourist guide. It mentioned a few places but the only one that sounded familiar to Steve from his conversations with Bucky was Café du Monde. It didn’t mean anything he was going somewhere Bucky mentioned regularly. He liked trying out things based off recommendations, that was all. He had multiple albums of Marvin Gaye’s now and he would’ve never gotten into that music if it hadn’t been for Sam, after all. Lots of people liked coffee. Steve liked coffee. It was fine.

He walked until he reached the Quarter, then headed down Decatur. There were a lot of signs out advertising the three hundredth anniversary of the city. The whole street was suffused in the same cloying, nauseating heat from the airport, though this close to the river it was (slightly) lessened. No one looked twice at him which was good; again, not that he was trying to hide, but he wanted to get to the café without being hounded for his autograph. By the time he reached it there was a line; the evening rush, he supposed. Across the street there was a cathedral with a clock chiming the quarter-hour; fifteen minutes to seven. Steve walked into Jackson Square and sat on a bench, watching the rumbling constant mass of people, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to see if the line was easing up at the café (it wasn’t). At some point he looked back and saw the cathedral doors opening, letting out parishioners from the late afternoon Mass. The last time Steve had been inside a church, the whole Mass had been in Latin, and he was curious to see what it would look like now. So he straightened up, sparing one final glance at the café, and walked to the church. Whatever he’d been telling himself about why he was here before he was positive Bucky and Rumlow wouldn’t be in the cathedral. Bucky had been only slightly more Catholic than Steve, and Steve highly doubted Rumlow had any type of religious affiliations at all. As he walked inside he tugged off his hat; pushed his sunglasses up into his hair. The last of the parishioners were leaving and Steve held the door leading from the church proper into the foyer, then stepped inside — and stopped.

Middle row. Midway up the pews. Even from a distance, even from the back, Steve could tell it was Bucky. The metal arm was bare and glistening in the dim light. His hair was down except for a small, thin braid on the left. He had his head bowed. He was sitting with his right shoulder pressed tightly to —

To —

Steve felt every ounce of energy leave his body in a sudden, dizzying rush. He sat almost without thinking in the pew nearest him, then changed his mind, moved up. He knew how to be stealthy and how to stay invisible when he needed, but it was hard to remember his training in here, where everything was cavernous and echoed and there was so, so much space, and Bucky was sitting there with him, with Rumlow, with that fucking asshole, and how dare he be in a church. How could someone like Rumlow set foot in God’s house without bursting into flames? What the fuck kind of fucking disrespect, Steve should rush out, go in through the back, get the priest —

He was hidden neatly behind a pillar, hardly breathing. His hearing was serum-enhanced even without the aid of the massive echoey chamber they were in, so it wasn’t difficult at all for him to hear the conversation:

“You okay?” Bucky. The mechanisms of his arm whirring softly. He’d straightened and was looking at Rumlow, only at Rumlow. He wore a soft-looking reddish shirt Steve had never seen, and jeans.

Rumlow shrugged. He was staring straight ahead, slight line of tension in his jaw. “‘s just… weird,” he muttered. “Just… being in here. Feels weird.”

Steve saw Bucky’s hand creep between their thighs. He must have curled their fingers together because Rumlow glanced over at him, and Steve’s heart shattered on the fucking floor at the expression on his face. It was raw and clean and there was absolutely no hatred or malice and Steve shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be looking at them, he shouldn’t —

— Rumlow didn’t deserve Bucky, he didn’t deserve to look at Bucky like that, he hadn’t grown up with him, he hadn’t served in the war with him, he —

“We don’t have to keep coming back,” Bucky was saying, soft. “It’s what I told you a month ago — ”

But Rumlow was shaking his head. “I don’t mind it so much during the week,” he said. “When it’s not crowded ‘n it’s just a half-hour. It’s okay.”

Bucky smiled at him. His smile was so breathtaking. Steve’s heart wrenched further. Fuck, Rumlow didn’t deserve to be smiled at like that, least of all by Bucky. Bucky should have driven a knife into his throat years ago; yanked it out and let Rumlow bleed out onto the ground, his jugular pulsing steadily, throbbing, slowly subsiding, and Bucky just standing there watching the life leave his eyes while Rumlow twitched uselessly and glared at him and finally stilled.

Instead, here and now, Bucky leaned over and kissed Rumlow’s cheek. Steve closed his eyes. When he opened them again Bucky and Rumlow had straightened up and left the pew. They were heading down the aisle, and Steve turned helplessly to watch. Rumlow leaned in as they neared the foyer and whispered something in Bucky’s ear. It was too low for even Steve to catch, but it made Bucky snort. He whispered back,

“Da, Komandir,”

and Steve jumped to his feet. He moved fast (Sam would’ve been jealous) back to the hotel. He packed what little he’d unpacked. He checked out early —

“Sorry, something’s come up,”

— and was on the red-eye back to Manhattan by ten p.m. And although alcohol didn’t do shit to affect him anymore, he ordered three whiskey and Cokes and knocked them back, one after the other, as the plane hummed on steadily through the dark sky.

[whilomm]

"distance"=anything from "well its a couple of hours drive" to "im literally halfway across the world"

also i dont think its even being held in the USA, the site at least makes it look like its being held in toronto canada. which might also be Too Far for you, but once again u can simply click the "distance" option. or the "no" options if you would not like to go in the first place.

okay. so.

reblog to get an extra hour in the ball piss

[shurisbathwater]

𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 - ☆.

𝖲𝖧𝖴𝖱𝖨 𝖷 𝖡𝖫𝖪 𝖥𝖤𝖬 ! 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱.

Part II

↳Part I

:𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖭 𝖲𝖫𝖴𝖱 , 𝖢𝖴𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦

: ion kno how to check word count but I'm guessing 1000 and a bit

Song

*skip to 2:46 & don't play it till i tell u , its for the scenario 🙄*

✧。❀

𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝖨𝖨

-𝖸𝖮𝖴 knocked on the door for the second time and waited there for a moment, hoping someone would return the gesture and just answer. The bass of the loud music boomed in your ears as you groaned. "RIRIIIIIII" you shouted as you pounded on the door again.

The music turned off as you heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened with a simple click and you saw Riri in her wrobe. "Hey..uh my bad." She chuckled lightly. "Its alright." You rolled your eyes as you said it. Her eyes hovered over your bag which had your clothes and makeup in it. "You better chose something cute. Or else you're wearing something from my closet." She said, arms crossed. "Girl-" she cut you off my dragging you into her apartment.

"Its time to get cuuuteee!!" She squealed as she took you to her bedroom. Everything was scattered everywhere- from shoes to makeup and even some clothes. "Excuse the mess.." she said through gritted teeth.

"One minute.." she said as she ran to the kitchen , she came back with two glasses of red wine. She allowed you to vent to her about Shuri.

"What do I do to get her attention, Riri? I dont want to compete with a lab." You groan.

"Lets give you a night that you'll never forget."

"-that she'll never forget."

"Now cmere, let me help you get ready."

You guys talked and laughed as you drank wine and got ready. You danced to the music, and you felt a bit at ease - but you didn't want to take to much alcohol, you can't forget about the club.

You slipped on your dress and admired yourself in the mirror. It was cute and simple, just how you liked it.

Just how Shuri liked it too.

You finished clipping on your earrings and grabbed your phone to take a couple of mirror selfies as you were sitting at Riri's vanity. You took the photos in a click , but then you had an idea to put them on your story. You clicked post and went over to Riri to take more selfies at her full body mirror. Your face was close to hers and you both posed for the picture as her hands were around your waist. You did the kissy face, stuck your tounge out and did more silly poses.

You knew it'd drive her insane.

Riri wore a red silk skin tight dress that fit in all the right places. Her cornrows were in a bun and she had some dramatic edges too. She looked so ...good.

You smiled as you added it all to your story, serves her right after leaving you hanging all this while.

You and Riri waited for your uber in her living room as you sat on her couch , one leg on top of the other as you looked at who viewed your story. Almost immediately a message popped up.

Shuri 💕

Where you going dressed like that?

Seen

You smirked when you saw the message. The satisfaction of just doing to her what she had done to you felt amazing, you hoped she knew how it felt now.

"Ubers here." Riri says to you as she looks up from her phone. "Mhm." You hummed as you got up from the couch, following her but your eyes were still on your phone. You switched off your phone quickly as you get into the uber.

"Wakanda nightclub,please." Riri says to the driver. "Sure." The man says as he puts the location into the navigator.

ᘛ ᘚ

-THE bass of the music was so loud you barely hear your own thoughts. It was a pleasant setting with strobe lights, drinks and most importantly the people were having fun. Everyone downed shots, recorded videos and danced on the dance floor.

You wanted to be like them, care free and loose.

Just for one night only.

One.

You and Riri walked in hand in hand. You looked at her and she looked back at you, she chuckled at your face. "What you so stressed for? We here to have fun." She said to you. You nod slowly and gulp as you make your way to the bar.

You take a seat and rub your shoulders self consciously, you're usually never in these kinds of environments. You're usually an introvert - or maybe the friend who always stays home during social events.

You and Riri take a seat on the bar stools. "If you're uncomfortable we can leave." Riri comments as she turns to you.

"Mhm..im fine, really." You say to her. You decided to put yourself to the test..why? For fun.

You beckoned the bartender over.

"Two tequila shots please."

Riri smirked at you as she side eyed you. The Bartender gave you the shot and you downed it in a second, the bitterness of the liquor reached your tounge and you felt the effect of it in a second.

Damn.

"Wheww this is too strong." You shook your head as you said it. Riri laughed at you as she took the shot with no problem. She suddenly took her phone out of her purse and recorded the both of you. You adjusted your hair in the video and smiled for the camera. She ends the video and you guys giggle as you watch it back. "Cute." Riri says as she saves it and adds it to her story. You guys also took a couple of pictures to highlight as memories.

Play it neowww

The next song came on and Riri's eyes lit up with excitement. It was her favourite remix, consideration x work. "I love this song, girl let's danceee!" She sqeals as she tries to pull you up. You roll your eyes as you just give in and get up.

"You know I cant dance.." you groan. "Just let loose and do whatever, i promise you'll get it." She shouts over the music. Riri whines her hips to the song and you hype her up to cover up the fact that you can't dance. She rolls her eyes and grabs your hand. She guides you as her hand trails your waist. Your hips slowly move to the song as you get into it.

A/n : mb if this is cringe 😬

"Just like that." She whispers into your ear.

And before you knew it you were dancing, downing shots minute by minute and enjoying this a little too much. You knew your alcohol tolerance is very low but you wanted to push yourself to the limit to see how far you could go.

You felt the effect of the alcohol and started to feel bold, tipsy.

"YESS GIRL!" Riri slurred as you danced to the music , hyping you up. You stopped dancing as you got shy and went back to the bar stools where your phone was. You take it out of your bag and look for the camera app, but of course your drunk self facetimes shuri instead.

"Oh shi-"

You can end the song now if u want to

She answers in one second giving you no chance to decline it in time. She was at home- surprisingly, laying in bed. "Y/n where are you?" She asks you. Riri mumbles something to you and you giggle at the camera. "It doesn't matter where I am." You slurred.

"But i found a couple niggas who are gonna give me some attention tonight." You take the phone off the counter to record some people that were eyeing you earlier.

"Guess who I'm going home with? Him, him and him!" You shouted drunkenly as you pointed the camera at them. Shuri kisses her teeth and ends the call with a bang.

You take a seat at the bar stool and a girl sits next to you. "Two martinis please. On me." She looks at you and smiles, you smile back. The Bartender hands yall your drinks and you take a sip as you look at the woman. She was dark-skinned with a nose piercing that glistened in the light. She wore a tight crimson dress that showed a bit of her cleavage.

You noticed that she was one of the people eyeing you earlier. "If you want my number just say that." You say jokingly, the woman rolls her eyes playfully as she nods. "If you dance with me, you may get my number." You put her up to the challenge. You get up and grab her hand and you shimmy your way to the dance floor.

She comes up behind you and slides her hand around your hips as you sway your hips to the music. "Will i be getting that number now?" She whispers into your ear.

"No." A voice says.

You stop dancing, stunned.

"Because she's going with me." Shuri walks through the crowd in her black shades. "Oh - princess! I didnt know you were-" Shuri grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd. "Are you serious?" You try to leave her grip but it only seems to get stronger. She drags you outside. "What about Riri?" You ask her. "I got her a cab home." She says firmly.

"What do you think you were doing out there? Dancing with that...nobody." she interrogates you. You laugh bitterly at her question. "I figured I can get some attention somewhere else. Somewhere thats not from you." You reply.

"I'm going back in now." You mumble as you try and make your way to the enterance- only for Shuri to grab you again. "No way." She takes you to her car and puts you in the back seat as her ai driver waits in the front.

"No!I'm going back." You slurred. "Y/n please." She sighed. "No. I dont want to be with someone that doesn't love me, you don't love me." Your voice cracks as you feel the tears building up in your eyes. "Who said I didnt love you? Y/n you're drunk." She says.

"I'm completely sober- I mean it." you whimpered as the tears streamed down your face. "You love your lab more than me, maybe the worker of yours even more." You sobbed it of frustration. Shuri opened her mouth but no words came out.

"See?! I was right. You don't care. You don't care." You cried as your stomach churned. And all of a sudden you threw up. All over the car, and all over the seat. You groaned as you realised what you have done- and you put your head in your hands.

"Shit." You mumbled. "Its fine-" you cut shuri off. "Dont talk to me right now." You say as you turn around to stare outside the window. You sniffled quietly, and bit by bit you dozed off.

[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

Mob Psycho 100 for fandom! And Amy from Sonic for character~

omg hello thank u niru c:

obligatory link back to the original ask game

Mob Psycho 100

sorry that alot of these repeat and probably arent like insane thoughts, i was only big into mp100 when i was like 16 and finished the anime like a year ago 😭

Favorite character: Serizawa c: hes a 6w5 so legally i must enjoy him but also i just like him ... he has curly hair and is cool OH AND TOME !!!! shes fun :) i dont fully remember my interesting thoughts on her but i enjoy her and how she works for reigen post canon. i think her weird girl charms get to me

Least Favorite character: uhhhh probably mogami or shous dad... theyre both just annoying like whateverrr stop being a dumb adult stop beefing with 15 year olds losers...

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): 1.... serirei?? is that the ship name. serizawa and reigen. basically canon ? 2. mobteru again basically canon 3. . um . theres not much ships i really have with this show so idk if i can do 5 but i can at least do three bc i think tome and mezato is cute :) i briefly became obsessed w them for a bit after season 2 .... i think the ship of the two claw guys . the like sword one and the other guy is pretty cool...

Character I find most attractive: serizawa. who would have guessed.

Character I would marry: nobody everyone here has many red flags also theyre 90% children

Character I would be best friends with: if i was a teenager there is a non zero chance i genuinely would be besties with tome but also maybe slightly find her annoying. but also maybe i would become besties with mob. in normal life none of them bc i would never talk to children or the adults in the show

A random thought: i think reigen is one of the last tumblr sexymen before that term really became used as meaning: character im sick of seeing so much of... but also i could be wrong. also can everyone stop drawing serizawa with straight hair ... i know they do in the manga/anime but if he had curly hair before they cut and washed him then it wouldnt go away. thats not how hair works and i should know as ive lived with it for like years.

An unpopular opinion: mogami arc wasnt that good, stop using it as an excuse to be weird abt child characters plsss

My canon OTP: nothing is canon :/ so

Non-canon OTP: serirei as i said above ☝

Most badass character: mob :] hes cool and awesom... but also i do think

Pairing I am not a fan of: idk if its bc i dont remember much but i cant see shou and ritsu as much more than besties but also obvs im not at all a fan of the . weirdly large amount of reigen and mob stuff like whats wrong with you all im killing you . i also just dont care too too much about ships between teenage characters so many of the ships in the fandom are like yea thats alright, also can see them as just besties, u kno?

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): i didnt realize how little there was of serizawa in the manga or the anime .. i feel like he had more when i first read it ???? anyway he should be there more .

Favourite friendship: i think mob and reigen are fun as friends :) especially as they grow older, i think the dynamic would be fun. also teru and ritsu are fun when theyre together. worlds most dramatic 12 year olds.

amy will b under the cut

amy rose :)

How I feel about this character: I like her !!! i feel like shes not talked about much outside of ships which is a shame because i feel like if people came together on her character (this includes people writing canon) then there could be a compelling character here that wouldnt deny her roots or just stay the same sort of trope she used to be. I cant deny i do enjoy that they occassionally dip into her little interest in tarot :) its nice to see that trait remembered.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: sonic of course, shadow, blaze a bit?, metal sonic anddd... yea thats it

My non-romantic OTP for this character: i think her with silver or knuckles is always fun :) idk why i think its because they bounce off of each other well. equal levels of no braincells happening here at least with silver. and with knuckles i feel like they could have a fun brother sister dynamic.

My unpopular opinion about this character: what is the popular opinion on her .... idk ill just use this as more of me talking about her character in general. i wish people would use her abandonment issues more, or at least like integrate that into her character since i think its a trait that shows up a bit in the little visual novel and in sonic frontiers and i think that makes sense as a trait for her

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: if she was ever playable again . I HAVENT played the sonic frontiers dlc but i think giving her a little spin off game ala the princess peach games would be fun. maybe then her team from sonic heros can be used again and i could like care about big and cream outside of them being sparingly used in canon .. and big not just being a joke ... also i just want more development for herrr im always begging for development or character in this series i know its for children but plsss also i wish they would like actually like .. fully deal with her whole thing with sonic... it feels like they wanna pretend her obsession just never happened and wasnt like the main thing with her character before they basically turned her into sally acorn.

My OTP: honestly ive really come around on amy x metal sonic :) i think mainly bc i cant see her with sonic at all (<- sonadow truther) and also i think it could be interesting if i thought about it more deeply

My OT3: amy x sonic x blaze i know i just said i cant see her with sonic but this is the exception, if i had to have an ot3 it would be this .. otherwise idk if i would have one.

[pesterloglog]

Porrim Maryam, Kankri Vantas, Karkat Vantas

Act 6, page 5263

PORRIM: Kanny, leave this po+o+r kid alo+ne.

KANKRI: I'd appreciate it if y9u w9uldn't call me that. We've talked a69ut this. That's what y9u call a wiggler. D9 I l99k like a wiggler t9 y9u, P9rrim? N9, I d9n't. It's 6een three sweeps, plus eternity, f9r, excuse me, "fuck's" sake. I think we can safely retire that particular term 9f "endearment". Call me anything 6ut that, even my 9ther nickname. I'm actually 9k with that 9ne.

#micr9aggressi9ns #n9 wait #MACR9agressi9ns m9re like

PORRIM: I'm no+t calling yo+u Insufferable, Kanny. Well, no+t unless I'm using it as an actual adjective.

#And even then, pro+bably no+t to+ yo+ur face.

PORRIM: Well...

#No+t o+ften I mean.

KANKRI: It w9uld 6e nice if y9u'd at least use my pr9per name in fr9nt 9f my studi9us y9ung Alternian descendant. It really kind 9f er9des my credi6ility, and I d9n't need that in the pr9ximity 9f a fresh faced y9ungster wh9 clearly thirsts f9r kn9wledge. Why w9uld y9u want t9 sa69tage a fine y9ung man's educati9n like that?

#Fresh #Faced #Y9ungster #Kn9wledge thirst

PORRIM: Ro+lling my eyes here.

PORRIM: Can yo+u see? Do+ yo+u want me to+ light them up fo+r yo+u?

KANKRI: N9, 6ut thanks f9r 9ffering. C9uld y9u g9 r9ll them 9ver there? Thank y9u. N9w where was I.

#H9w d9 y9u even r9ll eyes with9ut pupils?

PORRIM: I do+n't think he cares.

PORRIM: Hey, there. Karkat? If yo+u do+n't mind my asking... are yo+u even remo+tely interested in the lo+af supplement this guy's serving?

KARKAT:

PORRIM: Go+tcha. Yo+u just said all yo+u needed to+ say.

PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, yo+u are actually very cute.

PORRIM: That girl who+'s been wandering aro+und in the drago+n suit is a very lucky lady.

KANKRI: 9k, w9nderful. That c9nversati9n just came t9 an end.

KANKRI: P9rrim, please d9n't hit 9n my re699ted kid ancest9r-descendant. It's really weird. N9t t9 menti9n, he l99ks exactly like me? I mean, kind 9f 96vi9usly? S9 when y9u're hitting 9n him, it's like y9u're hitting 9n me at the exact same time, which like I said. It's weird.

#It's weird

KANKRI: N9t t9 get int9 all this again, 6ut the th9ught 9f dating y9u... it's just a strange and vaguely 9ffputting idea. N9 9ffense. It alm9st makes me understand at a visceral level the 6izarre human anathema 9f incest, which is s9mething I can't really explain. I'm just saying.

#Trigger warning #Incest #Anathemas #Viscerality #Vaguely #9ffputting

PORRIM: (Very deep sigh.)

#Oh my Go+d.

KANKRI: I'm S9RRY, 9k? I'm s9rry that I am, perhaps literally, the 9nly 9ne n9t t9 ever fall prey t9 y9ur tireless 9mnidirecti9nal s9licitati9ns, 9r t9 get swept up in 9ne 9f y9ur innumera6le flushed 9r caligin9us flings. I happened t9 always prefer y9u as a friend, and in any case, I always preferred t9 lead a relatively chaste existence, as it keeps me f9cused 9n fighting 9n 6ehalf 9f truly imp9rtant pr96lems. Alth9ugh staying "relatively" chaste t9 y9u I supp9se is n9t saying much.

PORRIM: ...

#Hey.

KANKRI: 9nce again, I ap9l9gize. I've 6lundered int9 the pr96lematic territ9ry 9f vacillati9n shaming, thus 9pening the fl99dgates t9 the myriad ways 9ne may 6e disadvantaged up9n 6y its staggering shame radius. I f9rg9t t9 check my piety privilege, and here we are. I was g9ing t9 c9ver this t9pic in a much later chapter 9f my lecture, 6ut we've g9tten 6adly derailed here.

#TW #Derailment #Train wrecks #Ch99 ch99 catastr9phes

KANKRI: Karkat, I'm s9rry f9r this interrupti9n. I pr9mise I'll get 6ack t9 my critical lecture as s99n as this pr9miscu9us 6usy69dy leaves us in peace.

#Village tw9 wheel device

KARKAT:

PORRIM: Yes, critical lecture. I'm sure.

PORRIM: And am I right in being just as sure yo+u are assiduo+usly deco+nstructing every co+nceivable, hypo+thetical fo+rm o+f injustice no+ matter ho+w o+bscure, except tho+se that I happen to+ think are kind o+f impo+rtant?

#Yes

KANKRI: N9. Just, n9, P9rrim. We're n9t d9ing this.

#N9

KANKRI: I am n9t g9ing t9 p9llute Karkat's utterly imperative crash c9urse, in which he is intr9duced t9 the A6S9LUTE 6ASICS, 6y indulging in y9ur pet issues.

PORRIM: Yes, ho+w dreadful it wo+uld be fo+r yo+ur sixty nine millio+n wo+rd essay to+ get bo+gged do+wn by even the faintest reference to+ the ro+les o+f gender in Befo+ran and Alternian civilizatio+n.

#"HUMAN SARCASM"

KANKRI: L99k, it's n9t that I'm insensitive t9 y9ur c9ncerns 9n that t9pic. I'm interested t9 discuss them with y9u 9n an academic, primarily the9retical level.

PORRIM: Theo+retical?

#...

KANKRI: I just think there is inherent danger in muddying the waters 9f disc9urse 6y intr9ducing s9cial issues which are suspect at 6est, thus c9nsuming crucial res9urces fr9m the limited cache 9f rhet9ric which pr9pels these narratives. And furtherm9re, 9ne c9uld argue it's m9re than a little pr96lematic, 9ffensive even, f9r y9u t9 6e appr9priating the lexic9n 9f sensitivity used t9 advance awareness 9f maj9r issues, thus reducing it t9 the level 6uzzspeak and pseud9science. It makes it m9re difficult f9r th9se 9f us wh9 are genuinely f9cused 9n p9sitive change t9 6e taken seri9usly, that's all.

PORRIM: Appro+priating??

#That's no+t #what that even #means?

PORRIM: PSEUDOSCIENCE???

#Yo+u did no+t just...

KANKRI: I'm s9rry, I just d9n't think there's much there. We aren't like humans, wh9se species 6izarrely en9ugh includes highly specialized r9les f9r 69th sexes in the pr9cess 9f repr9ducti9n, and s9 this naturally had s9cial ramificati9ns f9r the way their civilizati9n ev9lved. 6ut that's n9t h9w it w9rks f9r us, s9 I fail t9 see h9w gender fact9rs int9 the discussi9n in a way that can 6e effectively and rati9nally pr96lematized. Where is the r99m f9r unexamined privilege in the dich9t9my? I d9n't see it. And appr9priating the talking p9ints and awareness-raising tactics f9r du6i9us issues like this is, frankly, fr9wned up9n, t9 put it p9litely. Such appr9priative gestures 9nly serve t9 marginalize and invalidate th9se su6ject t9 seri9us, real life struggles and 9ppressi9n, and I guess I'm a little disapp9inted t9 see y9u 6eing s9 6lithely and inappr9priately appr9priat9ry.

#Fr9wned up9n #Fr9wns all ar9und #Welc9me t9 fr9wn t9wn

PORRIM: Kanny, I'm starting to+ feel just a little bit triggered by all this "appro+priatio+n" bullshit.

#Trigger warning: #Abo+ut to+ kick yo+ur tall pantsed ass

KANKRI: 9h! My sincere ap9l9gies. I sh9uld have d9ne a 6etter j96 tagging my statements, 6ut f9r future reference, it's helpful t9 alert y9ur c9nversati9nal partners t9 y9ur triggers well in advance. Sh9uld I g9 fetch y9ur m9irail t9 help settle y9u d9wn? And if s9, wh9 exactly w9uld 6e filling that quadrant t9day?

#It's the may9r, right? #G9tta 6e the may9r

PORRIM: Alright. Obvio+usly yo+u're in o+ne o+f yo+ur bratty mo+o+ds. I'm go+ne.

KANKRI: D9n't 6e like that. Really, we can talk a69ut whatever y9u like later, and I'll 6e really sympathetic, I pr9mise. Just n9t ar9und my pupil while he is still learning.

KANKRI: 9r... my descendant. What did I say? Haha. Karkat, I mean. Anyway, Karkat, again I ap9l9gize f9r that.

#N9w where was I?

KARKAT:

[cosmicjoke]

U kno I think the jjk 261 was one of the best chapters yet. It gave Gojo’s death better closure. Now his death wont be seen as something silly and for nothing. It shows in the end he cares and gave everything for the future of his students. It saves his character. I don’t understand all the anger.

Well... his death still was for nothing, because they still, apparently, needed his power to defeat Sukana, but instead of Gojo being the one to do it, it's going to be Yuuta just puppeting Gojo's body. We're meant to believe Yuuta can utilize Gojo's power better than Gojo was able to? If he defeats Sukana, I guess that's what we're supposed to take away from it, which is completely illogical. What was the point of letting him go out there by himself to fight Sukana and die in the process, if their entire plan hinged on having his power in the first place? Why didn't they join in and HELP him? If they had, Gojo would still be alive.

That's the definition of a pointless death.

It's terrible writing, and all for the simple excuse to "bring Gojo back", but not really. It's asking for too much suspension of disbelief. It just doesn't make any sense.

[missr3n3]

Cringetober Day 11: Yandere

commentary under the cut:

here's another Access Animus Healing oc, jen! she's not quite a yandere in the traditional sense, but she is someone who does a lot of fucked-up things and hurts a lot of people in her pursuit of approval for those around her, which i would say is at least yandere-adjascent. and u kno what maybe i just wanted an excuse to draw her lol

[clamsjams]

If you’re chill with people in your ask box sharing theories /if not you can ignore this ^^/. My personal theory about Maximus is that he’s not secretly working for the federation or anything, the federation just needed him to either 1: cause unrest and distrust among the order group since he was one of the forming members of it 2: they needed to test a small experiment with him, 3 he could’ve also became a sleeper agent but I doubt it.

I don’t think the code attacks people who are with the federation, I think it attacks people because the federation needs them for something or to take them in private, making the code seem worse and more threatening to the residents just helps the cause since it takes the heat off the federation a little bit.

dude i’m chill with people in my ask box just to say hi or something pls pls pls talk to me i am normal i swear i am not foaming at the mouth i can talk to ppl

anyways yeah i absolutely agree with ur first thing, bc of how trumps death affected max and the way he’s been so so focused on finding answers, founding the ordo theoritas, and basically constantly trying to figure out the federation, there’s basically no way he would ever be a part of the federation willingly imo. unlike fit, who seemed to stay more neutral, which makes sense if he was planning on being a traitor for a different organization, and he had to have been planning that for a while, if not since the start, which makes his neutrality seem like a planned move.

however, max is extremely paranoid and gets tunnel vision when it comes to the federation, which makes it extremely easy to manipulate him if u know what ur doing. and look, i hate to have to take the ass camera seriously, especially bc the ass camera thing was like improv that they came up with on the spot, so if you’ll excuse me for being meta for a sec, there’s no way the people who put together the story could’ve planned for that or factored it into the lore. BUT hehe butt implanting some kind of monitoring device into someone does seem like a classic federation move, even though i think it’s main goal was to gather info, and the sowing of dissent was kind of a secondary bonus

and as for the code thing, that’s def an interesting point. i like the idea that the code is a red herring, something planted by the federation to serve its goals. and i think that would be interesting if the codes real goal is to give the players an enemy to unite against, to make them feel like theyre doing something and to take the heat off of the federation for a sec. bc most players seem to agree that between the feds and the code, the feds are the lower priority threat, the lesser of two evils. bc the feds don’t resort to violence as much as the code, and their agents can be reasoned with, in a way, even tho that reasoning and logic seems pretty warped to anyone with a functioning understanding of how emotions work. the code, on the other hand, just shows up, attacks, and leaves, there’s no way to talk to them or try to negotiate, bc you’ll just get killed if you try. so yeah def a possibility

but that’s the thing about the codes. when u theorize u go off of the info that u can gain from the source material, things that are explicitly stated, things that are implied, and things that u can extrapolate based on the data u have and logical thinking. the problem with codes is that they’ve given me basically nothing to work with. all i know is that they attack without mercy, they have some form of admin powers, allowing them to fly and summon mobs, they target the eggs for some reason, and the federation won’t admit they exist. that’s basically it. which means that all of my thoughts on them is just baseless speculation. when i theorize about them, it’s mostly just me speculating on a direction i think the code storyline could possibly go in and how it might affect the storyline, but i have nothing to back that up.

anyways that was basically a long winded way to say, i don’t fuckin know what’s going on with the codes at all but it’s a fun thing to think about and i think ur idea is def plausible and would have interesting implications