#yeah anyway i hope at least a little bit of this makes sense?? just random thoughts.

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

Your tags on my Remco gifs 😭

with all of the talk during the Giro about tadej in pink and the Dauphiné bringing the return of the LCL-branded yellow jersey that's so familiar to us i have been Thinking about cycling's tradition of distinctive jerseys as emblems of leadership because until the very last day of a stage race the leader's jersey isn't a medal, it isn't a prize, it isn't a win -- sure, wearing the jersey for a few days is an achievement in and of itself -- but all that means is you're the fastest to the current point.

for the riders who take it at the beginning of a stage race, the sprinters or time-trialists winning a prologue, they know it's only a short while until one of the serious GC candidates relieves them of it; so wearing the leader's jersey is an exciting prospect, something to be proud of and enjoy while it lasts

but for the GC riders with a serious shot at taking the jersey home it's simultaneously a mark of leadership and a garish target. your team is expected to work harder in the peloton, you have more media duties, more responsibilities, and all eyes are on /you/. if there's a time trial you go last of all, chasing your competitors and heralding either more time taken from them or losing the colour that covers you like a second skin; in 2020 primož rode the planche des belles filles in a yellow TT suit and tadej didn't pin his numbers to a yellow jersey until the champs-elyseés. when a rider cracks in the leaders jersey the cameras follow them and everyone is watching to see whether they lose it, and if so how much they lose it by

this is all a bit rambly and disjointed but from an allegorical point of view the yellow jersey could be considered as a curse, as a golden fleece that shines so bright it burns, driving the entire race forward but to wear it is to be changed and if you are not strong enough to live in the middle of the flame then someone more capable will take it and hope they can last a little longer

[kiwicopia]

Hey ! I loved your Jugram nsfw headcanons. May I ask you some Jugram dating headcanons, please ? :3

Thanks a lot 🐱

I'm so glad that you enjoyed them, and I hope that you enjoy these as well. ☺️

TW: mentions of sex, a bit of possessiveness & jealousy, angsty on some parts

Dating Jugram definitely has its ups and downs. It's obviously not the easiest thing in the world, but relationships never are, right? That doesn't mean he's the worst lover, or even the best, but he does what he can to make you happy.

Everyone will either know of your relationship or be kept in the dark. It really just depends. On one hand, Jugram might find that mixing the relationship with work isn't ideal, however, he wants others to know so that no one, and I do mean no one, tries anything with you. Not that they would, anyway. That's just a death sentence when he finds out.

Speaking of work and relationship mixing, he's very good about not letting it get in the way of certain decisions he has to make, however, this can change depending on how new or cemented in the relationship is. If it's just starting out, yeah, he's able to make clearer decisions. If it's already cemented in, we'll, that can make it more difficult and might cloud his judgement on certain things.

Likes to leave you little gifts with a handwritten note, when he's able to. His handwriting is the most elegant you've ever seen, but what he writes is never cheesy, or so he thinks. "Thought about you today", "Have a great day", and "See you tonight" are typically what he writes.

Jugram can be jealous at times, especially when seeing some random foot soldier talking to you so nonchalantly. He'll stand off to the side, watching and waiting for you to finish the conversation so that he can have you. He's a patient man, so he doesn't mind waiting, but he also doesn't like it when that soldier decides to just keep talking. Or if he deviates from the topic and to another.

He's possessive in the sense that he keeps a part of him on you when he can. Whether it be a hand, his fingers, etc. People know of your relationship, but there will always be a few that think they can still try something and get away with it. If his cold, hard glared don't work, then expect him to hold your hand or even have it placed on your shoulder while he's staring daggers at the person. Jugram is most likely planning their downfall in his head. At least it makes for some good fucking later in the bedroom.

Couples argue and have little fights. It happens, but he absolutely hates it when the two of you do it. He's not above giving you the cold shoulder to make you learn a lesson, but he can't deny the bit of guilt he feels when he does it. He also doesn't like it when you ignore him as well, and he usually busies himself with his duties to get the spat off of his mind. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. One of you eventually caves in and apologizes, to which the other does as well before he suggests talking it out. Jugram likes to learn from his mistakes, even if you were in the wrong.

As punctual as he is, and always has been, you honestly make him want to lie in bed a little longer. Just to feel the warmth radiating from your body. He loves what the two of you have, not that he'd admit it to anyone else but you, but that's besides the point. Even though everything is hectic for the Sternritter at times, you make him feel normal, or as normal as he can possibly feel.

[mamawasatesttube]

I feel so shy not being able to hide in the anon asks but for the sake of desperation I'll ask anyway.

First of all I must say that I love the way you express yourself, because even though you are against some things, or at least you don't like them. You express it so well and so respectful that's addicting.

Anyway the questions were what you thought about Tim+Kon+Bernard, because I've seen a lot of people talking about it but I don't know if it makes much sense if you think of their relationship.

Also if you had some songs that reminded you of Kon I'd love the recs! Because I'm still a newbie in the whole DC comics, but I've been having a Kon brain rot for a while.

Sorry if I don't express myself correctly, English isn't my first language. If any of this makes you uncomfy please feel free of ignoring me and I hope you have plenty of good days!!💕💕 Be careful to not catch a cold

aww thank you that's very sweet of you to say!!! :D i do love to simply start talking and rambling all the time. one of my top skills. (and yeah i turned off anon asks a while ago because unfortunately talking about racism in fandom often gets you labelled a bitch with a terrible personality 😔✊ alas!)

as for tim/kon/bernard ... i really, really dislike that ship. it takes everything i already strongly dislike about tim/ber (tim drake: robin is the worst comic i've ever read, and i'm including jeph loeb's supergirl when i say this), and multiplies it by a factor of about 500.

my biggest problem with tim/ber is that megfitz wrote them with absolutely no actual chemistry. there is nothing in the text to tell me why they actually like each other. there is nothing in the text that tells me what the issues in their relationship are, or how they might grow together as people, or anything. which is absolutely insane because you'd think "bernard knows tim's secret identity, but has not told tim that he knows" would be a MAJOR point of conflict, but instead it's just completely glossed over to the point of the comic asking us to accept that the bats would ever allow a mob of random civilians on a mission with them. there's stretching suspension of disbelief, and then there's putting suspension of disbelief on the medieval torture rack and tearing it apart. like. come ON. (tdr is also like. teehee gentrification but its cute? which is insane to me in a different way. its just. its so bad. its such a bad comic.)

so adding kon to that mix kind of gives me hives because a) we have all of my issues with tdr being incredibly inconsistent, both internally and with all existing tim characterization ever, and b) it brings up all of my issues with how kon has been written since yj2019. which i could get into Yet Again but in the interests of being at least a little bit concise, it's also incredibly inconsistent and drives me bonkers. so the concept of this ship just makes me go "why the FUCK" because i just truly genuinely cannot fathom why kon and bernard would ever give a shit about each other. i can barely even fathom why tim and bernard give a shit about each other because megfitz did the comic script equivalent of picking up two barbie dolls and mashing them together and going LOOK THEYRE IN LOVE. they have no consistent characterization under her pen.

so adding kon into that just makes me want to tear my hair out a little bit because. like. to be entirely honest i don't know how some random dude from one of tim's many high schools who tim was friendly with, sure, but not particularly close with, can hold a candle to Whatever The Fuck Tim And Kon Have Going On. especially with how flat their relationship reads to me in tdr (what do they even like about each other??? why is bernard in fucking biophysics or whatever while wanting to be a chef??? why does tim not go "you know culinary school exists right??" when he finds out??? how am i supposed to believe that tim "duty" drake would ever leave people in a burning building just for his sad boyfriend??? that batman and co would ever let a bunch of civilians fight alongside them - or for that matter, that they'd need bernard to tell them tim's in trouble?? what the fuck alternate dimension are they from where any of this makes sense???). tim/ber just is such a nothing ship to me that adding kon to it is just like. EXTREME nothing. to me tim/ber/kon is basically a flag that says "i don't care about characterization" and it's just so very deeply NOT my thing at all whatsoever.

...which is why to ME tim's first boyfriend is ives, not bernard, and in this essay i will--

ahem. anyways!! re: kon songs, oh man i have a lot. i have a whole playlist even. with a linked document to explain every song choice. i also lately have been thinking about making a second playlist for all the songs that didn't make it onto the first one!! much to consider.

also don't worry your english is totally fine ♥ and it's very sweet of you to wish me well healthwise and also a little funny because actually i am just getting over a cold that had me sniffly and miserable most of last week. but i'm much better tonight so yippee!! thank you again :D

[softholand]

spidey kisses | tom holland

pairing: tom holland x youtuber!reader

summary: tom gets a little jealous when he finds out, through your old high school journals, that another spider-man had your teenage heart

warnings: a tiny bit of cursing i think

words: 1.7k

a/n: i wrote this??? after almost a year without writing anything??? what??? this is so random, i know but i had this idea a long time ago so when inspiration finally came i decided to just do it lol this is another part of my youtuber!reader series but it can also be read on its own. i really hope you guys like it, pls let me know what you think, your feedback is always appreciated 🫶

You positioned your camera on top of one of the dozens of boxes filling your soon-to-be, old living room. The box labeled KITCHEN was the chosen one to work as a tripod, and as you adjusted the lenses of your camera, you prayed it’d be stable enough for you to film your video. “You ready?” Tom asks as he exits the kitchen, rubbing his hands together. “Almost. Sit down so I can make sure it’s centered.” You tell him, watching in the visor of your camera as he takes a seat on your sofa.

Once everything is ready, you press the play button and start recording, before taking a seat next to your boyfriend. “Hi everyone, welcome back to my channel! I have a special guest with me on today’s video, which isn’t that special anymore since he likes… shows up in every other one of my videos now. No offense." As you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, you catch his dumbfounded expression. “Some taken.” He feigns being upset about your words before introducing himself to the camera.

With a shake of your head, you continue. “If you follow me on Instagram, then you already know this but… we are moving.” You and Tom say in unison. “Actually, I am the one moving.” You correct yourself. “Yeah, we were basically already living together so it just didn’t make sense having two separate places,” Tom explains to the camera. “So now I’m moving out of my apartment into this one’s place.” You bump your shoulder against your boyfriend and he smiles at you.

“Anyways, my living room is now full of boxes, so much so that my camera is currently sitting on top of at least three of them.” You laugh. “The thing is, when you move, you end up finding stuff you didn’t even know you had, and that’s exactly what today’s video is about.” You tell the camera, getting a box from behind your couch. “As I was looking through my old stuff, I found these.” You laugh at Tom’s clueless face. “These are my high-school journals.” You say, watching as he starts eagerly rummaging through them. “Holy shit! I can’t believe you still have it.” Tom exclaims, already picking one. “Right? So yeah, I thought it’d be fun to go through them and see what my teenage self was like. Oh, and embarrass myself, of course.” You laugh, watching as Tom flips through the pages.

Once your boyfriend finds something, he turns one of the pages to you. “Look at this!” He says excitedly, showing you a page full of collages of One Direction pictures. “Oh my God, I was a real One Direction fan when I was younger.” You say, already feeling your cheeks burning. “Can I show them?” Tom asks. “Go ahead!” You nod, laughing at his excited expression. “You’re really having fun with this, huh?” You laugh, going back to the pages. “You have no idea!” Tom says with a huge smirk on his face.

After flipping through more pages, you found an entry that makes you laugh. “August 9: “Today was a good day. Brendan asked what brand my sneakers were. I told him: “Adidas”, and he said: “Nice!” before walking off.” God, I can’t believe I’m putting this out there on the internet. You remember Brendan?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow warm. “Not really. Was he your crush?” Tom said, a smirk still plastered on his lips. “Yep! I think we’ll see him pop up a lot of times here.” You said, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s smug look.

As you continued to look through the journals, you kept finding more and more entries about Brendan, just like you thought. “August 15: “Today Brendan gave me a hug. He said I smelled good and when I said he did too, he laughed. I like his laugh. I think I’m in love with him.” Oh, you’re not honey!” You laughed, feeling embarrassed. “Oh, that escalated quickly!” Tom let it out while searching your other journal. “That’s not fair! All you have here is One Direction collages.” Your boyfriend groaned. “Yeah, I think that one was like my scrapbook. This one has the good stuff.” You laughed.

With a little more rummaging, Tom showed you a page covered with The Hunger Games pictures. “Ah yes, my old The Hunger Games days.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, who seemed pretty entertained with a page dedicated to Peeta. “I definitely remember him being your favorite,” Tom asked. “Yeah, he still is and to this day I still love this franchise.” You proudly exclaimed, watching your boyfriend nod. “Yeah, they’re pretty good.” Tom let it out.

Bringing your attention back to the journal in your hands, you found an entry that made you laugh. “Oh, this is a big one! September 22: “Brendan and I shared our first kiss today. It was perfect, I just wish we had more time before Ashley saw us.” You read, looking at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction. “Was that your first kiss?” Tom asked. “No, my first kiss was with a guy named Lucas, behind one of the school’s gates. The headmaster caught us and we got suspended.” That made your boyfriend laugh, to the point he was clutching his stomach.

“I honestly don’t remember any of this,” Tom mumbled. “Yeah, you were kinda busy becoming an international movie star.” You smiled, earning a roll of eyes from him. “Who was this Ashley girl?” Your boyfriend asked, giving you his full attention. “I think she liked Brendan at the time, I don’t actually remember.” You said, trying to work through your memories. “What I do know is that Brendan and I didn’t last long after that.” You shrugged. “Bye Brendan.” Tom gave the camera an adorable little wave, making you chuckle.

After a couple of minutes, you turned to your boyfriend, who seemed pretty into this whole thing. “Did you find anything good?” You asked. “Nah, just more collages of One Direction.” He shrugged, turning a few more pages before stopping on one of them. “Oh, my God!” Your boyfriend gasped, turning the journal away so you couldn’t see what he had found. “What?” You asked, watching as his eyes grew wide. “What is it? Is it bad? Tell me!” You practically pleaded, wanting nothing more than to reach for the journal and snatch it out of your boyfriend’s hands. “I cannot believe you did this!” Tom shook his head, seemingly disappointed with you. “What did I do? Stop gatekeeping it from me.” You begged, finally getting Tom to show you what he was hiding.

Two whole pages of the journal were covered with pictures of Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man. In the center of it, a heart with another picture of Andrew and the words: “Favorite Spider-Man Ever” scribbled in your handwriting. “Oh shit!” Was all you could say, as you tried your best to keep yourself from laughing. Tom kept looking at you as you fought back your smile. “I’m sorry, baby!” You tried hugging your boyfriend but he pushed you away. “You really hurt my feelings with this one.” Tom choked, using all his actor qualities to fake a few tears.

Reaching for the journal, you found more pages filled with Andrew Garfield and Spider-Man pics. “God, I remember being obsessed with the Spectacular Spider-Man movies.” You added, flipping through more pages. “This is humiliating!” Tom mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. “Shut up! You were a big fan too.” You exclaimed, biting back a smile. “Not to the point of writing about him in my journal.” Your boyfriend whined, making you chuckle. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were going to play Spider-Man one day when I wrote this.” You gave Tom your best puppy eyes. “I think we should talk about this whole moving situation,” Tom mumbled, and you could see he was holding back a smile. “Oh, shut up!” You laughed, flipping him off.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Tom take his phone out and snap a picture of some of the pages. “What are you doing?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “I have to send these to Andrew.” Your boyfriend replied, a huge smirk dancing on his lips. “No fucking way!” You exclaimed, taking his phone out of his hands. “What? Why not?” Tom asked, biting back a smile. “Are you kidding? I will not be able to look at his face anymore.” You said.

Closing both of the journals, you stuffed them back into the box they came from. “Oh, c’mon!” Your boyfriend tried again but you were not having it. “Don’t even waste your time. You’re not convincing me.” You told him. “I’ll just send him this video.” Tom shrugged, laughing at your murderous expression. “Don’t you dare, Thomas! I’ll cut your balls off!” You said, giving him a warning look.

After checking for how long you’ve been filming, you decided it was time to end the video. “Well, I think that’s enough for today. Maybe we can come back another time to look through my other journals. As always, make sure to give this video a big thumbs up if you liked it, and don’t forget to subscribe to my channel if you haven’t already. Anything to say?” You turned to your boyfriend. “Thank you for having me once again. It was really fun!” Tom smiled, putting one of his arms behind your back. “Thank you for watching, I love you guys and I’ll see you in my next video. Bye!” After a little wave, you got to your feet and turned the camera off.

As you turned back to your boyfriend, you caught him already looking at you. “You were not actually jealous, right?” You asked, wanting to make sure you two were good. “Nah, I was just playing along,” Tom said, watching as you approached him and collapsed on his lap. “Good, because Andrew could have my heart back then but you one hundred percent own it now.” You smiled, folding your arms behind his neck. “Yeah?” Your boyfriend smirked, taking hold of your hips. You nodded, lowering your mouth to his. “Now give me a kiss, Spidey!” The words had barely left your lips before Tom captured them on his own with such fervency you doubted his previous words.

[dogtoling]

I mean, you quite possibly saw salmonid-ink die... I loved running it, but splatoon 3 pretty much killed my passion. I still love the stuff I made for splatoon on the whole, but man do I get it. nintendo had interest in worldbuilding for like five entire seconds, where it just STOPPED because they wanted to sell a product. salmon run is a popular game mode, so we can't develop little buddy THAT much... why explain mechanics when they can just HAPPEN because. idk, ~future~ or something

genuinely, I wish you luck with any projects you make in the future! I enjoy seeing your OCs quite a lot, so I'll continue to view them, splatoon or no. I hope things can look up for you a bit!

Yeah, I remember, it was a shame but I fully understood where you came from back then (and now, lol). For the record I think the developers DO have interest in worldbuilding and the series is a big passion project for at least a handful of people on board. I unfortunately also believe that when you're making video games in-house at Nintendo and half the business is just about the profit margin, you don't really get to decide to spend half the budget on story when the gameplay focus is on repetitive multiplayer that could as well take place in a box and it wouldn't matter for most people who are genuinely in it for the gameplay. Unfortunately, and i HATE THIS OBVIOUSLY, unless you have a game series that's a story game as its selling point, it's REALLY unlikely that the story will be good... indie games win in this niche because independent developers CAN pretty much do what they want a lot of the time, the industry has no such freedom. Hell, nintendo HAS a story-focused big series in Zelda, and i use story-focused VERY loosely because.... well. Lol. these are all reasons i went to school for video games and never want to work in the industry for the record. i hate everything about it

I started rambling but TL;DR falling in love with a product is devastation waiting to happen at some point I think. my expectations of future games USED to be "SURELY, expand on the world and adapt the gameplay to those settings, it ONLY makes sense". If literally anyone ever has played Ty the Tasmanian Tiger, that's the kind of world and level setup I could see Splatoon somehow realistically do and it would be SO GOOD and it's ALMOST THERE EVEN, they're just... allergic to actually letting you IN THE WORLD. Nowadays, thinking about the future of Splatoon, i'm HONESTLY more inclined to believe future titles will be "new random micro-setting, random one-time-use goop because we need an Evil Goo to combat our Good Goo, unconsequential supervillain causing unconsequental but supposedly world-ending events, and poorly done plot with forced climax". Which is Not Good but it keeps happening. My smile and optimism gone

ANYWAY, thank you! I'll post here once I do anything. Mostly whenever I get an account set up for whatever I get going with.

[chainoftalent]

No ask or prompt this time, this one's for me.

Yandere Kokichi comforts after a death in their obsession's family.

It was not every day he saw his newest obsession sitting outside staring into nothing. Their usually cheerful and intelligent eyes were dull and deep, and Kokichi itched to fix it. It wasn’t right to see them like this like some blanket had smothered down all their laughter and personality into nothing at all. No, that wouldn’t do.

So with a wide grin, he slid into the chair by them, leaning against the table to look up at his newest member who just didn’t know it yet. “Wow, you look like someone died!”

There was a beat of silent, a mixture of emotions on their face, shifting so quickly that Kokichi just wanted to put them all in a jar and keep on his shelf. It settled back into sadness, but bemused sadness. “Yeah, that about sums it up.” they said with a half laugh, speaking quieter then usual.

Resisting the urge to wince at the correct joke guess, he decided to just be glad they had a bit of a morbid sense of humor about it. It was one of the things he liked about them, and it was one of the reasons they got along. Leaning over the table, Kokichi plopped a hand on their head as a comforting weight, and as excuse to feel the nice smoothness of their hair. Instinctively smoothing a few knots in their hair. “Ah well, that sucks! Well at least you have me huh? I’m going to live forever! So you don’t need to worry about such icky things like that with me! It’s no excuse to not take care of yourself though little dove!”

A shiver went up his spine in delight as they leaned their head into the touch, closing their eyes. It was trust, and not just trust, a bit of control. He could do anything to them, they could pull their hair, he could pull them closer. Still, it was nowhere near the right time for that. Grieving was a tricky process, one that needed a far gentler hand to deal with. So he just kept stroking their hair. “Poor thing! So neglected, all sad and alone in your little dove cage! Your person died and now you’re a mourning dove! Who even were they anyways?”

Seeming unknown to them, a tear slipped out their eye when they next spoke, Kokichi wanted to bottle it up and keep it somewhere safe. All parts of his little dove were special, and he so wanted to collect every last part. “It was my grandpa, he...got sick, and then he died, and I just can't believe he’s gone.”

The words were pained, and Kokichi stroked their hair more sympathetically. Personally, he didn’t all that care some random person he never met died, but he cared that they cared, cared enough to cry. So he kept stroking the hair, enjoying how they relaxed under his touch. It really would look like to an outsider of a leader soothing their underling, one of their precious minions. How they wished they could do this to their little dove every day.

“I never really got to know him, but he was so kind, so accepting. I was hoping...I was hoping i’d get to see him for thanksgiving. I know it’s cruel to be that selfish, to want him to be in pain for another month just so I could say goodbye in person. Still, it’s my greatest wish, to just speak with him one more time.” It was easy to hear the strain in their voice, the way they pulled inwards. 

Still, even if it was normal to grieve, he would not be having any of that retreating. He slipped his hand down, cupping their cheek and making them look at him, to come back to him. “It’s selfish yeah, but like, a little selfishness is good for the soul! You should do it more! Plus it’s not like you could actually do it! He’s already dead! Why would something fully in your own mind be silly idiot!”

Tilting into the touch it seemed his little dove really needed this, Kokichi internally grinned at how desperate for comfort they were, how easily they turned that need to him and let him be their savior. He’d have to stick around, to ensure no one else used it as a chance to become their biggest comfort, that role was made for him. He would tolerate no challenges to it. Still, it pained him to see them like this, as much as he reveled in how special this would make him in their eyes, he wanted them happy and safe. The dull look in their eyes, even if the conversation had brought some spark into their eyes, was unnerving him. He hated when his family had dull eyes like that, it always meant things would get harder, harder to make them eat, harder to make them move. At least when it happened they’d stop fighting him, but he had to be so very careful to bring them back to life.

After a few moments of quiet, their voice was a bit more confident, “Yeah, I suppose that is true, you’re a good friend Kokichi.”

Huffing at that, Kokichi rolled his eyes playfully, “That’s ultra supreme leader of evil to you!”

The teasing brought the slight smile to their face, it was a wonderful sight. “Alright, thank you leader of evil, you’re a good friend.”

And oh did it feel good to have them call him leader, how it made him stretch out in contentment like a cat who caught the dove. It put him in such a good mood, he decided to show mercy. “Since you’re clearly in suuuch a bad state to cook and you’d just drop a pot on your foot, I’ll cook you dinner!”

Blinking in surprise, they smiled wider “Really? That means a lot Kokichi, truly.”

“It’s a lie!” he suddenly rang out, but before their face could fall he held up one of his burner phones “I’m getting takeout!” He pulled out a credit card and quickly punched in a number. “You still only like cheese pizza right? With the thick crust? Don’t answer that of course you do you basic fucker.” after that tease and some laughter from his little dove, a pizza was ordered.

“I don’t think I want to know who’s card that really is.” They commented with a bit of a deadpan. 

Realy, his little dove was so smart, it was one of the reasons he adored them so. “Yuppers! Don’t question your supreme leaders giant piles of money again.”

“Yes sir!” The small salute they gave was teasing, but it was so close to real that Kokichi could almost salivate, the thought of those trusting eyes giving him full control and loyalty. It truly made him go wild, he’d give them the world to buy that. For now though, he’d have to settle with a pizza. 

“So tell me about him! Was he boring? Weird? Cooky?” Kokichi asked, enjoying the open emotion the question pushed onto his little dove’s face. Though it was all mostly nonsense to him, boring things about some random, he listened to them speak. It was important information to know what parts they cared about and what parts they didn’t know. Plus, he could use the information to potentially properly prod and motivate them later. Even if it was kindaaa boring.

It was worth it though,  the smile was faint, and the spark in their eyes was small, Kokichi wanted to cradle it, to see what beautiful blaze it could turn into, a blaze only he could harness. So if letting them speak about a dead man Kokichi never would know or care about kindled it, he would let them talk forever. It was the least he could do before he practically moved in using this recent death as an excuse to keep a closer eye on their little dove.

[dancegender]

Heyyy, I wrote a one-shot for N x Thad that I'm posting. Prompt was 'playing video games' by @astronic-fr but there's honestly more setup than actual video games. Not a great writer, but I hope you guys like it anyway.

Storming Outside, But We're Safe In Here

Thad sighed, pausing his video game and standing up. After maybe an hour of walking and fruitless search, he finally managed to locate the dungeon he was looking for. Deciding to take a break before he went in, he propped himself against his wall to listen to the howling of the blizzard outside. He didn't really care for storms so much, but the wind was a pretty good source of background noise.

Right as he caught himself zoning out, Thad was startled back into sentience by a rather loud knock on the front door. He heard his mom call out, followed by a bit of shuffling and some footsteps. It wasn't until the door opened that he heard screaming and jumped to his feet, bolting towards the living room.

"Mom! What's going-" Thad started to speak but cut himself off, taking in the sight in front of him. His mother, still screaming, stood in the front doorway. Shoe in hand, she was swinging at a poor drone who was desperately trying to get a sentence out.

"Ma'am, please, I'm- ow! Not trying to- ouch! Hurt anyone- ow!"

Moving closer, Thad could see that is wasn't just a random drone at the door. It was N, Thad's newest friend, his body almost completely crusted over with ice. With some effort, Thad managed to position himself in front of N.

"Mom, mom, calm down! N's cool, he's not hurting anything."

Thad's mom paused mid-strike, staring blankly at her son. "THAT'S the N you were talking about?" She turned to face N. "I am so sorry! I've heard plenty of good things about you, but I never heard you were a disassembly drone."

"Oh, it's no big deal, don't worry about it," N's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, like he was still waiting for his vocal cords to thaw out. He looked a mess, too, with his hair stuck up frozen in places and the small chunks of ice that hung from his visor; he was lucky drones couldn't get frostbite. This didn't seem like the charming, sweet, happy-go-lucky N that Thad was accustomed to.

"Come inside, N, you look like you could use some warming up." Thad was brought back to the present by his mom's voice. N simply shook his head.

"Oh no, It's fine. I just wanted to drop off this," N dug around in his pocket before pulling out a puzzle cube, holding it out to Thad. "You forgot it last time you stopped by the spire. Thought I'd return it and pop back home."

Thad accepted the cube, narrowing his eyes. "You flew all the way out here, through a blizzard, to return my puzzle cube. And now you want to leave, flying back through the blizzard again."

"Yes...?" N fidgeted, suddenly appearing to notice that the workers were staring at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Yeah, no, Uzi'd kill me if I let you do that," Thad grabbed N's hand, wincing at how cold it was, and dragged him through the door. "You're staying here, at least until the storm lets up."

It took maybe 10 minutes of negotiation, a few fuzzy blankets, and one very intense mom stare to convince N to wait out the blizzard. After warming up, N thankfully started to resemble himself again. Thad led him down the hall to his bedroom, picking up his controller and flopping down on the bed.

"Your mom's nice," N remarked, sitting down gently on the bed next to him. "Kinda thought you'd have your own place, though."

"Eh, not really," Thad sat up, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. "There's only so much living space in an underground bunker, and it's a long process to add more. It's pretty normal to not move out for a while, just 'cause there's not a whole lot of places to move to."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense..." N noticed the screen mounted on the wall. "Ooh, whatcha playing?"

"Skyrim," Thad unpaused his game, walking up the grand dungeon's steps. "I was just about to raid this dungeon. You wanna try?" He held the controller out to N, who took it carefully.

"Sure!" N opened the dungeon door, barging right into the bandits gathered at the entrance. They began attacking, which prompted N to run in circles helplessly. "Thad, they're stabbing me."

Thad wasn't much help, though. He was laughing rather loudly, resting on N's shoulder to keep himself upright. "Yeah, they tend to do that," he managed in between breaths. "You've gotta hit 'em back. Press X and use the triggers."

N obeyed, watching Thad's weapons come into view. In the right hand, he held a shimmering, pale green dagger. In the left, a swirling mass of deep red. N pressed the right trigger, affectively slashing the bandit in front of him, who promptly burst into flames.

"Woah!" N laughed, whirling around to strike another bandit. Thad closed his eyes briefly, taking in the sound of N's laughter. They'd really only ever met under serious circumstances, so the casual cheer in his friend's voice was a welcome change of pace. N turned around, activating the reddish aura sitting in his left hand.

"That's a spell attack," Thad explained. He pushed himself off of N, remaining close enough for their shoulders to still be touching. "Don't use it too much, though, it drains your Magicka."

They managed to get through the dungeon rather quickly, easily killing the bandit chief. Now, all that was left to do was to collect the bounty money.

"Hey Thad, how do I-" N turned towards his friend, starting to ask a question, but cut himself off abruptly. Thad hadn't noticed himself leaning into N during their quest. He only realized just how close they were when N's cheek came into contact with his own, a thin stream of electricity sparking between their faces.

They stayed frozen like that for a while, neither entirely sure of what to do. A steady blush fizzled to life in the corners of both their visors to accompany their wide eyes. Their weird trance was finally broken by the sounds of snarling coming from the game.

"Shit, we're dying!" Thad shook N slightly, motioning to the wolves of the screen. Snapping back to reality, N strengthened his grip on the controller.

"Biscuits!" N readied his weapons, swiftly taking out the wolf pack. Turning back to Thad, his usually animated expression was nearly unreadable.

"You good?" Thad asked quietly, hesitantly raising a hand to rest on N's back. N grabbed his wrist, quickly moving Thad's hand to his face instead. He kept his own hand on the back of Thad's, relaxing slightly into the touch.

"Yeah, I... I think I'm good," N's voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Thad offered a small smile, using his free hand to brush some of the hair out of N's eyes.

"Well, that's good," Thad brought his hand briefly to the other side of N's face before grasping his jacket and yanking him forwards, causing them to both fall back on the bed. N yelped, dropping the controller.

"Really, dude?" He said, propping himself up on his elbows. Thad barked out a laugh in place of a real response, and N laughed too, loud and bright and wonderful. Thad sat back up, grabbing the discarded controller and accessing the world map. N followed suit, snaking his arms around Thad's torso and resting his chin on Thad's shoulder.

In all his life, Thad never thought that he would be grateful for a blizzard. Now, though, he wondered if he'd ever be this grateful for a blizzard again.

[iersei]

THANK YOU for being able 2 put it into words on that post..... despite s2 having so much of my favorite characters (terry jr and scary) i just... have struggled so hard with caring since the seasons been in full swing and it feels like the world in s2 isnt taken as like... genuinely enough i guess? and season two is very funny and entertaining but thats... all it is. any emotional arcs feel quickly forgotten & almost not at all drawn out and it feels like a mess with how often characters are just straight up forgotten,,, i love dndads and there was such a great setup for season two that i think just. fell flat in execution. even when nicky came back anthony admitted he called him nick Foster because he wasnt thinking at all about it and didnt care, and like. at a certain point even in a d&d setting you have to care about the characters youre making plot relevant at least a little bit, and suddenly the close family arc had nothing to do with season 1 and instead everything to do with stuff that happened completely offscreen (and again, once the dads were charting around with their kids they were often forgotten & added little to any scenes) just. it all got a little careless.

and im not caught up but ive heard about so much junk that happens in the... less than 10 episodes im behind on?? like i JUST got to the titanic part and it ends, what, 9 episodes later ??? i just wish it was more organized and theyd allowed themselves to like. take their time with things. i know the 20 or whatever episodes of glenns arc in s1 is known as 'too long' or super hard to get through but thats also how it made such an impact!! there was ALOT to get through and a lot happened to the close family. yet when alot happens in s2 its like, well that happened, and in an episode and a half it will never be mentioned again . even supporting npcs especially with a lot of potential dont stick around unlike characters like paeden or walter or even erin who got her own wrap up like. i dont remember the last time anyone even mentioned mae hails. yeah theres a degree that its messy and unorganized because thats how teenagers are but theres only so far that goes. and im pretty forgiving in d&d settings because 90% of what actually happens is up to random chance but theres a difference between 'this isnt good because im not actually writing it, and i dont have total control over this story' versus 'this isnt that good because we're not playing it that good'.

anyways. um. hero oak swallows garcia i hope i see you again soon 👍

I THOUGHT YOU HAD TO BE JOKING ABOUT HOW RECENT THE TITANIC WAS UNTIL I WENT BACK TO CHECK THE EPISODE LIST AND. NO. NO, YOU WEREN'T JOKING. THERE'S ONLY 10 EPISODES AFTER THE TITANIC IN THE WHOLE SEASON. WHAT THE FUCK.

these kids really never had any time to rest, and it's actively hurting the narrative tension to the point that i just want them to be left alone </3

i can't fucking believe that they didn't care enough about nicky's whole deal to not even think about the implications of everything that happened to him. that felt like it should've been a core aspect of his character! and they just didn't care!! about that aspect of his family dynamic!!

i think that, at the end of season 1, the close family and the oak family had dynamics where it was understandable for issues to pop up offscreen. and i do think the underlying threads made sense to a degree! but it was so thoroughly unexplored in both families that it just made even more of a mess and all the characters involved suffered for it.

and i'm gonna be honest. i completely forgot about mae hails. man. man.

they all deserved so much better.

[syn4k]

Ashes Pix and dandelions (symbolism, healing, however you want to interpret that)

They stepped out into a forest dimly lit with the greyish-blue of late dusk, the breeze flowing between the leaves and the bountiful foliage on the ground- when had Pix last seen a fern? When had any of them last seen a miracle such as this?

"Oh, my gods," Fwhip murmured, looking up.

They all simply stood there and drank in the scenery: the gently fading light, the brush of plant against leg, the coolness and freshness of the breeze. Somewhere deeper in the forest, an owl hooted. A cricket chirped somewhere nearby and Pix flinched, startled, but held still, held rapt by this simple but infinitely sweet noise.

"I think we made it," said Gem.

"Yeah," said Fwhip, turning around. "Oh, the portal's gone already."

Pix didn't look behind him to check. He trusted Fwhip's word, and anyways, forests at night were dangerous places to be wherever you were. He took his time finding his way through the thicket, almost blessing the way that there were so many living things here that they could obstruct his path like this.

The bushes he pushed his way through thinned suddenly, and in the middle distance between what could be guessed was more forest if you squinted and where the three stood now, a small collection of yellow lights shone and illuminated the familiar angular shapes of low houses: Pix suddenly found that his throat had choked up.

Beside him, Gem gently gasped. "There's people," she whispered excitedly. "There's people!" She whooped so loudly that the inhabitants of this small cluster of buildings surely could have heard her even from there. "Oh, my gods, this is..."

"Yeah," said Fwhip. "It's great. But also, we haven't talked to anyone else but ourselves in literal months. We don't know if they're friendly or if they even speak our language."

"Well," said Gem hesitantly but determinedly, "there's only really one way to find out, right?"

:-<•>-:

It was a tiny place, as it turned out, with nobody in the streets and only five or six buildings clustered around a small central green with a well in the middle. Gem marched right up to the nearest house and knocked on the door.

"Gem, what are you doing?" hissed Fwhip.

"Hoping," Gem whispered back.

The door opened.

An older woman stood there, long hair greying and carefully braided back into a large poof of curls at the back of her head. She was a little shorter than Fwhip and looked at the three of them with no small measure of surprise, which made sense but made Pix suddenly want to run back into the forest. What would she say? What would she think? Surely she would turn the three of them out. Three random strangers in the middle of nowhere, of course there was no reason to let them in. He had followed Gem with a small measure of caution but nothing more but now he was starting to have serious doubts. From Fwhip's face and the way he froze, it was clear he felt the same.

Gem took a deep breath and nervously exhaled. "Hello," she started tentatively. "We uh- hello, we're travelers and we're not from anywhere around here and it's getting dark. Could we maybe have some directions or a map please?" She winced, and Pix internally curdled back into his skull, but the woman just raised her eyebrows minutely and looked behind her.

"Kaloh," she said in a thick and unfamiliar accent, "we have visitors."

A young man with the same thick hair as the woman came to the door and startled a bit when he saw the three at the door. Gem, who was closest, stepped back a bit.

"At least we can understand you," said the woman with a sudden laugh. She stepped aside. "Come, come. This is a place in the middle of nowhere and I do not have the knees for travel. Do you know how rarely we get guests? No, come in. I cannot leave you standing out there."

The three glanced at each other, clearly unsure, each waiting for the other to make a move.

"If we were to kill you," said Kaloh bluntly, "we would have done it immediately. No use wasting food on those who will be dead in the night."

"That is true," said the woman with a nod. "But you three are far too awkward to be lying. If you want a meal," she gestured inside, "there is broth in the pot."

"If you'll have us, then we will gladly enter," said Pix after a short pause with a small bow. "Thank you."

"Manners, too," said Kaloh, mildly impressed. "Where are you from?"

"That's a conversation best had over dinner," said the woman, ushering the three inside. "In you go."

:-<•>-:

Pix let the other two do the talking, simply focusing on the meal at hand and the room around them. There was a woodstove against one wall, some chairs with clearly handmade pillows sitting adjacent, and several doors which Pix could only assume led to bedrooms. The whole place had a comfortable, lived in sort of glow to it, and he could feel himself relax automatically even as he kept an eye on both the food and their hosts, as bad as he felt for being suspicious of them.

The woman's name was Myra, and she had lived here for decades. Her wife had died several years previous, leaving her with a spare bedroom and a son to raise alone. She managed well these days, though, she said while bustling around to hand off the dishes to Kaloh. "It just gets quiet around here sometimes, so forgive my excitement."

Pix nodded as he took a sip of water and a small mouthful of soup, which was a veritable feast after surviving on scraps for the past eight months. He felt that the sheer amazement of the situation they had found themselves in had not settled in quite yet for him, which was lucky because he knew that as soon as it hit him he would not be able to compose himself. That was okay.

Somehow, he figured he'd be alright.

They were informed that this house had a shower, with warm water of all things, and Gem was pointed towards the door ("th' lady goes first, it's only manners") with a promise that the other two were soon to follow, reeking of horses as they were.

"I genuinely cannot thank you enough," said Pix, looking up after Myra passed by his seat, which had been dragged at incredible speed out of a closet as soon as they had entered. "However I can repay you, I would be happy to."

"The company's payment enough in itself," said Myra with a smile. "And the fact that you're all soon to be clean. The whole house will smell like onions in only hours at this rate."

Kaloh looked over from where he was standing at the sink. "I am curious, though," he said. "All travelers have some sort of story to tell, and you haven't told a single one yet."

"Well," said Pix slowly, "there's not much to tell." That wasn't strictly true, but anything more than a brief synopsis would take the entire night and halfway through the morning to explain. "We've been traveling for eight months- when we started, it was autumn, and when we got here, summer had begun. The place we came from- it wasn't safe to be there anymore, and so we went looking for somewhere kinder."

"This soup's really good," added Fwhip. "But yeah. It's a really heavy story, and a long one too, and I don't think we're ready to tell it yet."

"Oh," said Kaloh. "I didn't mean to press. I was just curious."

"No harm done," said Fwhip with a half shrug. "You didn't know."

"Shower's vacant," announced Gem, walking out with a burst of steam and wet hair. "Which one of you wants to go next?"

"This one smells worse," said Myra, pointing at Pix.

"Guess that settles it, then," said Pix with a laugh.

:-<•>-:

He took as much time as he dared himself to allow.

The water was warm. It came freely and it came hot, washing almost a decade of grime and sweat and blood and tears and sin from his skin and from his tangled hair. For a short amount of time, he just stood there with his forehead pressed against the wall, heart full to bursting.

The spare bedroom had two beds- two! With mattresses and sheets! Gem and Fwhip took one, and Pix the other. It was strange sleeping alone after so long of having someone else beside him, pressed shoulder to shoulder, gentle breaths and heads leaning sideways, but although the soft sheets were strange on his rough, calloused skin, they were a blessing nonetheless. He lay faceup for a while, just staring at the ceiling.

"You good over there?" asked Fwhip, who was tucking in the blankets more securely over his shoulder while also making sure Gem had enough to do the same.

"Oh, yeah," Pix said without really feeling it. "This is great. I just was wondering- like, what did we do to deserve this?"

"I don't think we deserve or don't deserve it," said Fwhip after a short pause and a shrug that Pix could see even though he wasn't looking anywhere at him. "I'm kind of done with the whole 'prove you have the right to be alive' thing. I think it's really nice of these people to do this for us and I think I wouldn't mind doing their chores for the next few days just as an extra thank you."

Pix exhaled and rolled onto his side, towards the wall. "That's a good way of thinking about it actually. I guess I just sort of expected... worse."

"So did I," said Fwhip, "but I will gladly take this. I stopped believing in an afterlife or really any sort of all powerful benevolent deity years ago, shortly after you left the second time. I think the best Heaven I can get is gonna be in places like this."

It was quiet after that. Pix stayed in bed but let his eyes wander around the section of the room in his view: there was a door to what he assumed was a small closet, and a window letting in silk-soft beams of a full moon's light. Kaloh had hurried in shortly before bidding them goodnight with a small clear cup full of what Pix assumed was water with a couple of dandelions suspended in them. Didn't dandelions represent hope or something? Gem had told him that once.

It didn't matter. He could think about it tomorrow. Pix got the feeling that this was the best turn of luck the three had gotten in a long time.

[sunsetstarving]

ok hi i like think i talked abt your ocs with you when you first shared the slides with me but i was going through my drive and i saw it again and i was like ok wait let me look! and i now have Thoughts

- FIRST OFF nefise is like so eldest daughter immigrant trauma. if this makes sense. i also understand why she turns evil for a bit

- dani's like my fave ever btw im like so not normal abt him. just the implications of the whole being someone whos always positive and optimistic (slightly delusional) and then starting to lose all that when the world starts ending. starting to lose yourself bc youre the literal fucking symbol of hope but you cant bring yourslef to be the least bit hopeful. god. rattling him around in my brain

- pls give kore a kazoo. im begging. also a turtle fits the green theme. shes like the coolest btw and i get the whole. like wanting to be someones first chocie but you feel like theyre always going to choose someone that they can love and love them romantically and hating yourself a little bit for not being able to like ouchhh man why you gotta zir like that. ough

- TESNIS LIKE THE BIGGEST LOSER im so obsessed w her. i love that you made her a jock but also a debate kid i think thats the funniest combo. also like the whole trying to remain unchanging/constant like the "if it aint broke dont fix it" mentality but then it DOES break and DANI breaks so then she HAS to change to fix it and. arhghghgh

- felicite!!!!! dude. ok the implications of her being the symbol of chance and the fact that the symbol of chance even exists at all is so crazy to me because like yeah. sometimes it truly is Like That. sometimes things are so out of your control and you can do nothing to stop it its just pure fucking luck and fate and the univesre shifting and ohhhhh god. i am so !!!! amped abt her and skull/fibula btw

- YOOO nefise and dani. idk if youve watched jjk but they are So satosugu coded i will elaborate if youd like but this is rlly long already i might have to take this to disc

- tesni and delshad WILL drive me insane. the absolute vulnerability and horrors of being so deeply known........ ugh

- said this already but. felicite and skull chance and death like broooo the fact that something so horrible something that takes so much from ppl is so closely tied to the concept of randomness and the unknwon. driving me insane

ANYWAYSSS thats like all of it um. yes i have thoughts! anyways

HIIII okay i finally got on desktop it took me a little bit we have been going everywhere. traveling is enjoyable sometimes but also...not always lmao BUT ANYWAY ILY AUGH i've been thinking abt this since last night. HELP all lighthearted but i do not think u ever said anything!! only the discord interaction i have been waiting ever since and boy oh boy.... the personal connection to every single one of them and the way u pointed them out immediately.

YEAH nefise is kind of just Like That. it came with the territory (being the asian character i project on forever) and also like..... the turning evil bit is everything to me bc the way she regrets none of it when she thinks about it from a distance but all it took was the sliver of hesitation, the flicker of exhaustion from constantly throwing herself at every problem, to simply take her down completely and have the team lose her. Yeah

dani my beloved... he was the original knight concept too. upon seeing this i HAD to draw him being a miserable fucker (<- phone battery ran out i will send these once i can grab some pictures!!) *jeopardy voice* what is burning out from the expectation to lead your world to the future despite having none of what you're supposed to be giving

YEAHHHH YOU GET IT. the. knowing that you're not broken and that this is just you but then the people you love make it feel like you shouldn't be the way that you are, that you need to change? forever experience. and while it continues to hurt and i don't think we can escape it i think good friends are a good remedy for the pain... and also ur so right they need a turtle so bad

and AHAHAHA tesni wahoo loser overachiever asian parents' favorite child (good at everything) and also biggest problem (anger issues) of all time. also love the family drama aspect like Yeah ofc she's going to have to change and yield and give ground. she has a sibling to take care of damn it

FELICITE AND FIBULA AOUGH.... this is so funny bc i literally had no clue what she was going to be but then chance sounded good. and then i was like Oh. the Implications of this are horrific. additionally yeah i think abt it all the time.... i've been following this comic series on instagram abt the grim reaper being a kind guy bc he's the messenger, not the one who controls any of it, and like... ouch, you know? the fact that it is unfair and horrible and there is no good timing about it. that sometimes it lines up just in time for a hilarious pun. death and chance being intertwined in the most cosmically random ways but in ways that absolutely make sense.

I STILL HAVEN'T the urge to ask vs the urge to wait until i've gotten to it vs the knowledge i will Not be doing that any time soon and. i should probably ask. pls tell me more in disc i would love to hear

tesni and delshad will kill me btw. that's like. going to suck. i'm gonna be so emotions about it bc it is not something i have yet delved into but i think abt it all the time. even more family drama. all of them scrambling to adjust to some of the most awful news one can never take back. grahh or whatever

anyway. i love this i love u i am SOOO happy you sent this!!!!! i am always so ecstatic to talk about the kids they are so beloved to me fr <333

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 5.08 “Out of Mind, Out of Sight” review

Okay, we all called it but still, I did very much enjoy dressed up Miggy being all adorable on their date. Until of course, it all went horribly terrifyingly wrong. Man, those were some freaky hallucinations.

Anyways…

I’ve been trying to gather my thoughts on this episode and I can’t decide if I’m hugely disappointed or extremely thrilled.

So three plots this week, but I think they made that work even though they were very separated from each other and Childs really had no one to talk to. He was/is really growing on me which means it would make sense for them to kill him. Likeable people die… it’s the TV way.

The Miggy/ case-case

As some clever people had guessed the proposal was not real (I mean we knew it wasn’t going to be real but the fan girl in me so wanted it to be!) but just how quickly it was going to go from ‘awww adorable Miggy date’ to ‘Higgy’s worst nightmare’ had me a little shook. But that wasn’t even really the nightmare… oh boy, that was some freaky hallucinations there at the end, well done.

Problem with putting the proposal and Higgy in trouble first thing… well, I’m just waiting for that moment to happen. So everything leading up to it is a little…well for me, I don’t really super focus on it. Or I didn’t today. So yeah, the Miggy + case was a little bit of a blur to me. I did enjoy our babies having their first fight, brought on by Magnum’s terrible password etiquette and looming death. Very fitting for our duo.

(Also, Higgy, 64 symbol passwords? What are you trying to protect? The lumminati deepest darkest secrets?)

Higgy doing her American accent always amuses me, but I did like southern belle from season 4 better, that was hilarious! A patient figuring it out and Higgy actually telling her because even if the patient told…who’d have believed her?

Magnum just knowing Higgy was in trouble there at the end did annoy me a little. Like come on, surely there must have been a better way? Also him rushing up the stairs - like boy? where are you going? Higgy’s find my phone was offline! Making for good last second rescue drama, sure, but still, not sure it made 100% sense.

It did get us both this

and this

so can’t complain.

Also can we talk about how it’s Higgy having the proposal dream? I half expected, even as I knew it was her dream, for it to be drugged Magnum having the dream. Our girl sure has come a long way :-)

Even if the more horrible bits of that scene, with the two Higgy’s and the padded room/corridor - was my favourite.

Also heartbreaking with the whole “whose blood is that”. In fact that whole drugged Higgy sequence was freaky as shit. I will be having nightmares of American accented Perdie going ‘whose blood is that?’, (and Higgy will be having those nightmares too in the fan fic my muse really wants to write -let’s hope muse-me sticks around when I’m starting at the blank pages of my google docs later…)

Did enjoy bad ass bitch Higgy being all “do you think you’re the first person to drug and interrogate me, you’re an amateur”. Like, part of me really would love to know just all Higgy’s crazy spy adventures.

Anyways, did love most of it and it does fit with nervous Higgy which we have been getting lately, so bonus points for continuity but… still IDK, maybe the clickbait proposal thing but something throws me a little?

I’d have had them hiking at pillbox and being all normal cute and not proposal cute, that would have made for more of a gut punch when Magnum was suddenly coughing up blood. Maybe? Because we wouldn’t have gone ‘oh dream/hallucination’ right away.

Also why did Higgy get banged on the head there at the start and then her wound just disappeared? Did they decide to add that in once filming was done to give her a moment with the creepy nurse or something? At least they could have given her a bandaid? IDK, just random intrusive thoughts made me super annoyed by this.

Childs getting himself killed(?)

So not confirmed dead, but since we seem to be getting a very dramatic mid-season finale next week (which already started this week to be honest!) I’m a little worried about Childs’ survival odds.

Especially since he was almost nice and did claim our faves as his friends. Plus got a cute talk/moments with his GF. That feels like nails in his coffin. But I had just begun to like him so let’s hope.

Gordy and baby-Gordy

The father-son ‘adventure’ to the mainland was maybe my favourite bit. Mostly because of this moment.

This moment really got to me. Because like this is the feeling. The feeling when something happens, and even though bad guy is thrown out/sent to jail, the host lady is all nice and apologetic and stuff, the bad unfair thing still happened. And it will keep on happening. And how do you fucking deal or talk about that.

I feel like this is one of the most relatable things for anyone who has ever been a minority one way or another, as a woman, different ethnicity, religion or social class.

Very much liked that Gordy did find some words to talk about it and found a way to sort of help reclaim the situation at the end. But still. Something weirdly emotional and relatable and important about that just eating in silent scene (for me at least.)

Other than Higgy’s freaky hallucinations and the Miggy feels at the end, Gordon and Dennis’ scenes were the best.

Next week

My goodness, not one second of downtime for anyone on this show, ever. Even before the episode we already have.

TC beeing shot.

Childs has been maybe blown up.

In the promo we see Higgy doing some seriously impressive flipping over fighting moves (someone make a gif of Higgy kicking ass from the promo, pretty please!) and Rick being chased through the rainforest?

Figuring Shammy saves the day with TC and takes him to Robin’s Nest where we know will be under siege? So TC, Shammy and Magnum & Higgins there and then Rick being hunted on his own?

I’m excited but I’m also not, because frankly I like being the one that causes my faves pain because then I know I can also give them some comfort and happiness later. This just seems like lots of hurt and very little comfort!!!

(At least it seems to not be another slightly disappointing SUV plot line?)

Well, next week can’t come soon enough while at the same time as soon as it does there won’t be any more Magnum until September. Which is a terrible terrible fate and the only good thing about this would be if this made made my muse wake up and I got to finish some of my fics!

[strawbrygashez]

hii! if tyler and the narrator went on vacation where do you think they would go? and how do you think they would act? eg the narrator stressing about making sure he has packed everything etc (hope your doing okay!!)

Thank u!!! I’ll probably feel better later on 🥲🥲I just need to focus on other stuff so I don’t think too hard about what happened lolll SO ANYWAYS

I THINK… they wouldn’t have any places shared they’d wanna go in mind. What I mean by that is like Tyler wants to go to small towns and random states for no particular place to see or stay, while the narrator would wanna go to the places that are advertised as ur usual ideal vacation spots.

Not that narrator wants to feel like he’s living lavishly again (tho he lowkey likes taking small breaks from their house that’s falling apart) but he does wanna treat Tyler to amazing views, places and luxury even tho Tyler would ‘hate’ hearing that lol. So like Tyler would say he wants to go to texas while the narrator would say he wants to go Hawaii.

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•Jack would definitely get stressed a bit about making sure they both have packed everything.. but I feel like at least once Tyler has told him to “stop worrying man! Just live!!!” And Jack listened.. and that happened to be the trip where they both left a bunch of important things at home. Plus I think Jack would pack Tylers bag for him because Tyler ‘doesn’t care’.. so Tyler is without clean socks, boxers and his small amount of self care products. Which would probably earn Jack a smack on the back of his head and Tyler acting cold to him for a bit smh 🤦‍♀️

•Tyler would wanna take a lot of pictures!!! Of himself, Jack, them together, weird shit they see, and etc. he probably took pictures that don’t even make any sense too like a zoom in of one of Jacks eyes 🤨 He really loves filming and taking pictures I think!!!!!!! Maybe that’s part of the reason he works in a movie theater…he’d wanna do something where he could film/take pictures as a job but just never really went out of his way to go down that path for some reason. (Sorry im getting off track & rambling lol)

Anyways he has a picture binder thing he stole that he keeps all the pictures in! And will talk about them all & show them off to anyone even if they don’t care lol.

•Jack would take a little souvenir if he could. Like the stuff you buy. But Tyler wouldn’t like that so Narrator just takes like a small rock off the ground somewhere and maybe hides that he did from him 💀 bc Tyler and his rants about possessions.

Tyler allowed himself ONCE to get one of those keychain things that has random names on it because he found one that said Tyler that was hot pink and glittery.

•Tyler loves to try new food from different places! Jack sticks to things that are familiar to him bc autism but Tyler loves ordering just anything that sounds interesting or new (also bc Tyler has AUTISM! He likes to seek out new sensory stuff while Jack likes to stay with what he knows)

•Assuming if they just drove somewhere together, Tyler is obviously the one driving while Jack is doing everything else. Passing him snacks (and probably feeding him), reading directions, changing the music, ‘keeping him awake’ by uh… being a little handsy and uhh uhm I won’t say what else 👀👀 BUT YEAH he’s doing everything while Tyler drives.

Tyler honestly gets kinda mad that Jack doesn’t trust him driving.. he only crashed a car once on purpose… Jeez 🙄

[m-jelly]

Hello! I’m here to harass you with yet another fanfiction. I don’t think my writing is good enough, so I’m not an official author. I just write for my friends, albeit a seldom occurrence.

Anyways, here’s a random fic.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Modern au

Concept: Next door neighbors to lovers. Levi finds the reader’s diary. Upon its discovery, he accidentally opens to a page of lewd thoughts about him. He gets flustered (because of his reciprocity) and turns the page to something that makes him think “What the fuck-“

(pt 1/2)

Living in a small, mountainside town had its perks at times. One of them primarily being you.

Levi, although unsociable, has found himself deeply infatuated with his next door neighbor. At first, he thought you were this sweet thing that needed his protection. He found you one crisp morning trying to feed the mourning doves that perched themselves on your pastel picket fence. You cautiously approached the pair with seeds before leaving it in a nearby pile.

His heart was moved by your consideration towards the little animals.

Fuck, you’re so cute

For the next week, you continued this process - unknowing that Levi watched through his window before leaving to run his local tea shop. He didn’t mean to be creepy, of course. But you just had this way of drawing him in.

When you eventually gained the trust of the birds, he was amazed and ever so proud. It was also then he mustered the courage to talk to you.

…

You were already aware of Levi’s presence. Unbeknownst to Levi, you thought him incredibly attractive and did not know how to approach him.

As weeks progressed into months, you and Levi became almost inseparable.

One August day, you asked Levi to stay the night.

“Levi, you need to sleep more than 4 hours. This isn’t healthy!“

Levi blushed at the prospect of sleeping in the same household as you.

“It’s fine. I’ll make sure to sleep longer tonight.”

You weren’t satisfied with his answer.

“Levi Ackerman. Please sleep here. At least for one night so I can make sure you stay asleep for a bit longer.”

Levi huffed in resignation before blushing.

“Fine. But where will you sleep?”

You contemplated before simply stating

“In the bed with you, of course. We’ve slept on the sofa together before.”

Levi was still blushing. He wanted to protest your logic, but alas he knew he would never win against you.

“Y-yeah, makes sense.”

You both got ready for bed. In only a few moments after checking Levi, you flop on to the mattress and fall asleep.

Levi mentally facepalmed at your earlier remark.

So much for making sure I stay asleep, huh?

He then smirked at your current state and instantly forgot your futile proclamation. While looking at your face, he fell asleep peacefully.

It’s 8:07 in the morning when Levi notices your empty space on the bed. Today requires a later working schedule, meaning that he’ll be at your house alone until he has to leave. He notices a book on the adjacent nightstand to your bed.

Next to the book is a ripped piece of paper with writing scrawled unevenly, as if in a rush:

Hey Levi! Sorry but I had to leave for work early. If you are reading this after 6 hours of sleep, I’m so proud of you! Remember, take care of yourself one step at a time! :)

Levi smiled at your worry towards him before looking at the book next to the ripped page. Curiously, he picked up the book. He hoped you didn’t ruin a good piece of your favorite literature just for him.

He opened the page and noticed familiar handwriting on the pages within. It was yours.

That's a shame that you don't post your work, it's incredibly good and I feel bad that the only way I can reply or let you know is by posting your work. I want to send people over to you so they can enjoy your talent.

[psychelis-new]

I know I kept sending short asks cuz those are at the spur of moment but.

I just wanna express my appreciation towards you.

You're an amazing gift to this community. I started feeling a lil uhhh scared? Reserved? Around you. Maybe cuz it's your theme being monochromatic and very aesthetic, and how you form your words and sentence. It's like... Very well thought out and trying to keep things neutral, which is very opposite of the chaotic me.

However, that aspect of you gives out a peaceful vibe as well. There's a slow sense of secured comfort, where people can just rest here and read your PACs with a cup of tea in hand.

I know we don't really interact much but I think (and feel) that there's a mutual respect that we have with each other. I mean, we do respect each other and other people, but maybe (just maybe) the mutual respect we share is slightly different? It's more than just mutuals, but we can take that further. Can we be closer friends?

So yeah, I think it's the caffeine hitting in the morning but yeah I really wanted to get this out. I hope that things are doing well for you and wish that all good things fall upon you. I await more readings but I also await more random notes/stories or anything that you wanna share. Seeing you on my dashboard just makes me happy!

And I hope you're happy as well! Take care, stay hydrated, stay comfy, and may you get through whatever challenges life throws at you. <3

First of all, thank you Ann! I've been reading this as I woke up but I needed a little time to collect my thoughts (and go training) before answering you: I am not that used to receive so much appreciation from someone heh. This said, let me tell you you made my day: I've been smiling reading through the whole ask. :)

I'm sorry I'm not as good at expressing the emotions I feel as you are. It's something I still have to work on (yay emotional abuse!). Maybe this is what makes me look scary and closed off at first, or maybe it's also cause I don't really take too much part in the community either (not even from my other main account: sorry everyone, I am like this lol I tend do change my mind and follow my guts a lot). It may be because of a not so good experience back when I didn't have good boundaries (which made me come back with pretty strict ones before finding a new balance), and because that's what I realized I should do from the *often implied* feedback I get: people are here for what I can give them in terms of readings and advices or messages, they don't care that much about me as a person (and I accept that ofc! not judging anyone: this blog is about tarots, not about me), so I don't often share much of myself nor I tend to dm to too many people unless I feel there can be mutual interest of any kind.

Differently from you, I'm also pretty introverted I guess lol. But I am very happy that at least in my readings and answers you can find a bit of peace and comfort cause that's what I feel is my main job here and on my other blog too. Trying to help y'all and make you feel understood cause life is pretty stressing, and so it's healing and all, and we all need a break and someone to put a blanket on us sometimes, right?

Anyway, aside from this little explanation I feel I owed everyone in a way...

I would really love to become closer friend with you. I think you are a very talented and outgoing person which I really admire. You call yourself chaotic and for the little I have seen maybe your main blog is (and I am honestly saying this with a smile and lot of love) but Idk, what I feel around you is just a very sweet and deeply good energy. This energy can take any form imo, even the chaotic one, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter: it's what there's at the core that matters. And yours is a funny cute chaotic imo. Which I really appreciate. I wish you to receive lot of love, support, appreciation and hundreds if not more of good things. And that you can be strong through difficulties and trials and just know that if you need even to just vent, here I am :)

Take care, stay safe, stay hydrated you too and be well<3 And okay let's dm lol

[breakerwhiskey]

119 - ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN

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I picked a house a little bit at random the other day - it was on a block of a bunch of sweet craftsman homes and this one had a nice tree in the yard and when I went inside the power actually worked so…

I guess that isn’t entirely random. But it isn’t like it was entirely deliberate either. But it turns out, it’s nice. It’s really nice. All the furniture is, well, it’s dusty as hell, but it’s nice furniture. The kitchen is a pretty decent size and has this big window that looks out on the backyard. Which is, of course, very overgrown, but with a little bit of work—

I don’t know why my instinct is to settle down here. I know I said I wanted to take a break from driving for a little while and that’s true—especially now that the days are short—but I keep looking around this place and thinking about how long certain repairs are going to take me, or what kind of garden I could turn the backyard into.

What kind of garden I could turn it into, that is. I’m hoping that being in a warmer climate will make it easier to grow things, but I’ve still got to start simple. Pick produce that’s hearty, hard to kill.

See? I keep having thoughts like that and then I have to stop and remind myself that I don’t have to do that anymore. I don’t have to make a home, or anything, just because I’m tired. I can just…relax in a place for a little while. It doesn’t have to be constant work.

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Not that I’m going to just sit here and what…read? Walk around the reservoir—

Oh yeah, there’s a really beautiful lake near here—the Silver Lake reservoir. I think I made the right choice with this neighborhood. I’ve certainly christened it, what with waking up in a bar this morning, I…

I think I may have gotten a little carried away. I had my radio with me and I’m not sure if I said…well, let’s just say I had a lot to drink and I don’t totally remember if I got on and broadcast anything after the beach so if I did let’s just pretend I didn’t.

Anyway, I’m not going to be a total layabout. I’m not gonna wake up in a bar again. Part of why I wanted to take a beat, have one central living spot for a little bit is to…process everything. It feels right, now that I’m on the other side of the country and it’s almost been half a year since I left. The right time to think back on the trip so far and…yeah, process.

Because there are things—a lot of things—that don’t make any sense to me. And for so long those things have been too small or too mysterious to really do anything about. I’ve had nowhere to start when it comes to figuring out what the hell is going on, what the hell happened in Estes Park, what the hell your whole deal is, Birdie. I’ve been taking notes on everything you’ve ever said, every weird thing that happened to me on the road, and maybe it’s time for me to…Dick Tracy it. Get out the red string and try to put the clues together. Or, at the very least, figure out the best things to ask you when I eventually do get you back on the radio. And I'm going to.

I meant what I said on New Year’s Eve. I’m going to find you. And that’s…that’s not a threat. But it is a promise.

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[tiredmamaissy]

i had the question about relationships…or situationship, whatever tf this is.

i’ve liked this guy for a few months now (let’s call him pineapple) we both attend the same school, but we have completely different classes. i only get to see him when i’m walking on campus after my last class. anyway, i have a really close friend…i’ll call her coconut; i told coconut i liked pineapple and she encouraged me to talk to him but i’m was too afraid to do so. it took a lot of her convincing me and pushing me to finally muster up the courage to say something to him, and it honestly didn’t go THAT bad. he wasn’t the most enthusiastic person in the world but he was still nice. assuming that i randomly approached him while he was working out would make sense as to why he was a bit caught off guard but yeah! it was a short conversation. i made up an excuse that he looked really fit and i basically asked if he had any tips on growing glutes, n you know…he gave me tips i guess.

that was about 2 weeks ago. we quickly became friends after that short conversation as i s realized him and i shared some friends. (not sure how i didn’t realize it but yeah). he quickly started inviting me to hang out with his friends and it was honestly great. though i’m a naturally timid and lowkey awkward person, i had fun hanging with him. his friends are literally ALL boys but they’re nice guys! besides some of them making uncomfortable sexual jokes about us two, it’s cool ig…(?).

that’s just some background info so i don’t blindly go into the difficult part of our “relationship”. he’s a fuckboy. like big time. i only had to spend a few days with him to realize how easy he was. went to a party WITH him and ended up leaving WITHOUT him because he was too busy getting his dick sucked by some random girl who pulled up mid-party…but i still like him? i genuinely can’t shake the feelings i have for him. he’s been nothing but kind to me. he buys me things, makes me laugh, makes me smile, all of the above….he just sleeps around…with a lot of girls…while also treating me like his girlfriend. or does he treat me like his girlfriend? i dunno if i’m just delusional. his friends refer to me as pineapples “girl” so i kind of assumed we had a little something going. maybe i am reading this wrong.

i don’t know where i’m going with this. i just want to know if you think i’m wasting my time. does he like me? i hope so…i think so…but it doesn’t stop him from having sex with other girls.

im nearing a point of just pinning him down and screaming how i feel at him. i just want him to know how strong my feelings are, how deep they run, how much i care for him, how much i admire him. i dunno. what do you think, issy?

Thank you for sharing this with me (and us), and I wish you could see my face rn 😭 I would like to say that you don’t have to listen to anything I’m about to say ofc, what you decide to do is completely up to you!

I would say talk to him. Sounds cliche but there’s definitely a lot of uncertainty about the relationship. The biggest being - are you in a romantic relationship or not? And if so, what are the boundaries of the relationship? Is it open? Does he value monogamy? Do you? You would need to sit down and ask yourself what your values and expectations are regarding intimate relationships. The fact that he went with you to a party and left without you bc he was with another person is disrespectful to you (to say the least) despite the relationship status.. so I’m sorry that happened to you.

If he’s openly engaging intimately with other people, I’d say it’s safe to assume that he doesn’t see the relationship as something ‘official’. But at the same time, he’s engaging in relationship-like things w/ you. Which is why you’re confused. Mixed signals. Which is so unfair to you. And the only way to clarify things is to sit him down and have a serious conversation with him about.. everything. And from there you’ll be in a better position to not only answer your own questions, but to make a well informed decision about where you want to go from here

Wish you nothing but the best. 💖