#you don't need to apply this shit to serious stuff as well

[demonic-shadowlucifer]

(TL;DR: demanding that people reblog your posts (especially serious) and telling people that they're bad people if they don't reblog isn't going to make people reblog your stuff. and you should actually stop reblogging stuff that contains guilt-trippy like garbage this).

[simpee9000]

Not Just Friends - 2 -

Prologue : Chapter 1 : Not edited : 3.4k words : M.List

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

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-suit colors -can shut my quirk completely off -isn't a piece of shit -password. -others cant turn my shit off either      -katsuki

The note Katsuki left was majority scribbles, clearly written the second he left. You found it right when you were leaving, the crumpled sticky note being placed next to your keys.

Getting the watch set up and made for him would be difficult. Mainly making sure others can't tamper with his quirk. Everything else would be easy. Two weeks tops. Simply needed to take the same material used for his gloves and gauntlets and use it for his watch. The password and personal quirk disabled features would also be easy, just using the same techniques that normal quirk handcuffs use.

When you got to your office you immediately got to work. Drawing up the design and adding in the small details you wanted to add. You went through your email as well, getting the details Izuku sent you about what he wants. Unluckily for him, you would have to order the stuff he needs, everything Katsuki needed was already in the building. His case was personally yours so you saved up any left over materials from his suit. The quirk removing feature would take more time to set up though.

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"Hey!" someone shouted, tacking your name to the end.

You just entered Katsuki's hero agency for lunch, talking with the sweet old receptionist. Ignoring the shout, you thanked the lady for buzzing you up. Walking over to the elevators and pushing the button to go up.

"Don't ignore me!" The voice whined. You rolled your eyes stepping into the elevator and frantically clicking the button to close the doors.

The doors almost shut completely, a hand stopping it a second to late and getting crushed.

"Fuckin' christ!" You opened the door as quick as you could, trying to make sure they weren't injured. They were doubled over, holding their hand to their chest. "Are you okay?" You asked, grabbing their shoulder to lift them away, attempting to see the injury.

They started shaking and panic ran through you, before you could yell to the receptionist to call paramedics they started laughing. Standing up straight and smiling, placing their 'injured hand' on your shoulder to support their laughter.

"Oh go fuck yourself," you brushed them off. Pressing the elevator open again.

"I'm sorry it was too easy!" He smiled. Moving to stand next to you again.

You ignored him once again. Stepping into the elevator that he unfortunately joined. Looking at the door that previously crushed his hand. "You broke the door," you pointed out, crossing your arms.

"Holy shit, Bakugo is going to kill me," he paled.

"That's what you get for activating your quirk between metal, Kirishima," you commented.

"Ouch, last name?" he feigned pain, clutching a hand to his heart, "Come on, how was I supposed to know?"

You glanced at him briefly, "You nickname your quirk unbreakable, what did you expect?" You deadpanned.

"Not that!"

"Be serious, I know you're not that dumb," you said, stepping out of the elevator at Katsuki's floor. Beginning the path to his office.

"I just wanted to talk to you," he complained, "but you ignored me completely."

"I wonder why."

"Come on," he pleaded, "I said I was sorry."

"Don't care," you knocked on Katsuki's office.

"Please," he begged.

"No."

Just as Kirishima opened his mouth to beg more, Katsuki opened his door. "The fuck are you two bitching about?" Katsuki looked at you for an answer. Which you shrugged and made your way inside. Sitting in his desk chair and sorting through the food he ordered for you two.

Katsuki turned his head to Kirishima, wanting an answer. "She won't talk to me," he pointed at you like a child.

Katsuki turned to you, raising an eyebrow, "Really?"

Before he could start getting to you about acting like a child you pointed back at Kirishima, "He broke your elevator."

He glared at the red head.

"I was just trying to talk to her!"

"And you needed to break my elevator to do that?"

Kirishima paused his comeback, knowing anything he wanted to say would be flawed. You choked back a laugh, cause Katsuki to turn to you.

"Don't act like you're innocent," he pointed, "All ya had to do was to talk him and my door wouldn't be broken."

"Nah, he broke my shit," you shrugged.

"I said I was sorry!"

"Yet now you just broke his shit too," you backed.

"What else did he break?" Katsuki asked.

You pointed towards Kirishima, and his hero outfit, "He broke his shoulder guards, again. I've fixed them five times this month because of the stupid shit he is doing."

"Whatever, out," Katsuki motioned for Kirishima to leave. Which he did, with a pout on his face. Katsuki shut the door and walked over. "Why do you insist on stealing my chair everytime?"

"The other ones aren't comfortable," you answered, handing him his food and opening yours to start eating. "Oh!" You perked up, "I finished the design for your watch, just need everything ordered and I'll start on it."

He took a break from his food, looking up at you, "How long?"

"Shipment should get here in two days, they just had a huge order and have a ton of left overs, so I'm using the stuff they have extras of. Wanna see the design?" You smiled, pulling up a picture on your phone when he nodded.

He looked over the notes you wrote down, zooming in on the smaller details, "looks good."

"Good!" You smiled.

His office door opened, "I forgot, we're having a little get together at Denki's place Saturday," Kirishima smiled before shutting the door again.

"No."

"Come on Kats," you begged, trying to meet his eyes.

"Nuh uh," he took a bite of his food, looking up briefly and meeting your eyes.

"Please! We haven't hung out with them in forever!" You pointed out.

"We hung out last night."

"Yeah, with Z', not with your friends."

"No."

He glared at you until he felt your hand rest on the top of his, "Please?"

"Fuckin' fine," he brushed off your hand and continued eating.

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"This is lot more then a little get together," Katsuki grumbled right after pushing the door open. Disregarding a knock all together and walking straight in, taking a pause in his step.

You took a glance over his shoulder, since he took up the majority of the small hallway that started off the apartment, seeing the solid twenty or more people that crowded Denki's and Sero's apartment. "It's fine, it's not like we are forced to stay long," you pushed his back lightly, getting him to walk in entirely.

"Kacchan! Surprised you came!" Denki smiled once he saw Katsuki leave the hallway, you stepping out from behind him. "Thanks for dragging him here," Denki came up to you, giving you a one armed hug since his other hand was holding a beer.

"What else am I good for," you joked, "Didn't you say this was a small get together?"

"I was just trying to increase the odds of #2 pro hero coming in," he shrugged, Katsuki shooting him a glare and you a look, saying he wished he never came. "Now make yourselves at home, I gotta make sure Mina doesn't eat all the jello shots."

You watched Denki skip to the kitchen, instantly yelling at a stuffed faced Mina. Looking around the room you saw Sero sitting in a chair with two open spots next to it, turning back to Katsuki, he already knew your look, "Go, I'll get you a drink."

Sero saw you heading his way and gave you a wave. He was sitting in a recliner and had a loveseat spaced next to it. You took the loveseat and leaned on the armrest close to him, kicking your feet unto the other half of the couch to prevent someone stealing Kats spot.

"How's work?" Sero asked once you gave him your attention.

"Good, busy as always. But I've been ahead of the game lately, I think I can start branching out more on my own soon," you smiled.

"Exciting," he smiled, " I see you got the grump outside for once," he nodded to Katsuki, who was being badgered by some of Denki's sidekicks/partners.

You laughed, "Yeah, you're not the first to tell me that tonight, but I'm not surpised. He went out with me last night to Z' as well."

"Did you drug him? I won't snitch."

"No, I think his mom yelled at him or something," you pretended to expose. Hiding the truth behind Katsuki's behavior, which was likely the civilian death he had to deal with recently. "But how's your work?"

"Meh, it's hero work," he drank from his cup, "Recently had to deal with a spider villain so it was weird. It was like fighting myself if I had eight legs and eyes."

The two of you continue to talk about work or recent things between friends. Briefly discussing Kirishima and Mina's budding relationship that's been going on for years. Just before Sero could question your own relationship, Katsuki came back.

"Fuckin' nerds wouldn't leave me alone," he grumbled picking up your legs and sitting on the couch with you, handing you a drink.

"You love the attention," you bumped him with your knee, "and careful, might summon them again."

Casual conversation formed once again, banter between you and Katsuki, and annoyance from him to Sero. On the heated topic of old heroes. With Sero caring less, and just wanting to rile him up.

You smiled along with their conversation, more focus on Katsuki. He's rested into the chair despite being annoyed at the conversation. Having a hand rested on your knee and the other rested on the armrest, holding a low carb beer. Which he took a sip of every once in a while before he had to tell Sero he was wrong again. You admired every move of his, from his sharp jaw, to defined cheekbones, and his bright red eyes. Only stopping when Sero called you out.

"Stop eye fucking in front of me," Sero gagged.

"The fuck?" Katsuki question, not ever aware of what you were doing, "We're not."

"You might not be," Sero smirked.

"Oh fuck you, Sero," you rolled your eyes. Ignoring the blush you felt heating your face.

"Don't push your feelings onto me," Sero teased.

"Oh my god," you groaned, " I give up." Sero crackled as he laughed at you. "Shouldn't you be talking about your dumbass celebrity crush in America?"

"Who's that?" Katsuki questioned, willing to change the topic of conversation again.

"He has a crush on an actor, Ryan Reynolds. The one that reenacts the old anti-hero Deadpool," you informed.

"It's normal in America! Every guy loves him, even the straightest!" Sero defends.

"You do know the murders that Deadpool committed right?" Katsuki questioned, wanting to get on the topic of heroes, a topic he knew everything about.

The debate between whether Deadpool committed crimes for good or not was easily started. Giving yourself another chance to look at Katsuki. Not wanting to be caught you looked at the hand rested on your knee. Reaching out your own hand to trace over his. Soft and smooth from his sweat but rough from the work day. He let his hand lose the soft grip on your knee, letting you hold his entire hand freely. You traced over the rough pads of his fingers that you knew would turn soft again in the morning. Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles and the veins that lined the top of his hand. Remembering how a few years ago he would freak out if you tried to do this exact thing. Only this year has he started to let you hold his hand for longer than five minutes.

Yet he still wasn't perfect. Eventually he pulled his hand from your grip and wiped his hands off on his pants. It seemed like he didn't want your touch on him, it stung. You knew that was unlikely, but the thought couldn't leave your mind. you folded up. Crossing your arms slowly and turning your attention back onto Sero. Which caused his eyes to flicker between you and Katsuki, clearly reading your face. Before he could ask anything, he gave him a slight shake of your head.

Eventually Kirishima dragged Katsuki away from the conversation, wanting him as a partner for cup flipping.

"How come you aren't flirting with girls, Sero?" you asked, used to him normally parading the party rooms for someone to flirt with.

"Denki called dibs on everyone here basically," Sero shrugged. He sat up from his slouched sitting, " Now, what the fuck was that?" Sero motioned from you to where Katsuki was now playing games with Kirishima.

Play dumb.

"Whatcha mean?" you took a sip of your drink.

"Don't play that shit with me, He pulled away from you completely," he pointed out.

"I know, he always does that," you pointed out, wanting to stress that this wasn't a big deal.

"Always? You're kidding"

"Nope," you took a sip, "He's actually improved."

"You're saying it used to be worse," His jaw basically dropped.

"It's Katsuki you're talking about right now," you deadplanned, "Speaking of which, we never talked about this. He doesn't know it bugs me and he doesn't need to."

"Yes he does," Sero stressed.

"No he doesn't," you hissed, " I don't want him knowing. It's fine."

"Come on-"

"Sero, stop."

Before he could push forward someone entered your peripheral, standing in front of Katsuki's spot. Turning your head towards him you gave a guarded smile.

"This seat takin?" he somewhat slurred.

"Yeah it-"

"Kidding! I know it's not. No one has sat here for a good 10 minutes from what I've seen," The guy plopped down on the couch, giving you barely enough time to kick your feet off the couch and scoot over the crowd the armrest into order to not touch the guy. You and Sero shared a look. "So, what's a girl like you doing here alone," The guy smiled, slapping a hand down on your thigh to gain your attention back from Sero.

"I'm not alone?" you peeled his hand from your thigh, dropping it back onto his lap, "I was actually just talk to my friend here abo-"

He put his hand back on your thigh, "I was asking why you had no boyfriend here, you're so pretty."

"I do have one-" you tried to cut in.

"I'll be your boyfriend, names Mason," he smiled weirdly.

Once again, you peeled his hand off your leg, "No thanks."

"Is it cause the name? I'm from America, I'm not lying about my name to sound cool," he hurried out, replacing his hand on your thigh.

"Trust me, I know you're not trying to sound cool," you spoke out disgust, "Now could you please not?" Sero and you shared another look, his asking if he should step in, but you shook your head. You could handle this just fine.

He pondered for a moment, "It's cause you don't know me right? Well, I'm from America. Here to learn about the Japanese heroes-"

"Dude," you cut him off, "I could give less of a fuck, please leave me alone."

"Don't play hard to get," he grabbed onto your leg harder.

Just before Sero jumped in-

"I leave for five fucking minutes," Katsuki spits out.

The guy looked over the back of the couch, "Sorry, did you plan to make a move? I swung first sorry dude, better luck next time."

"No, I fuckin' plan to swing first on the dude that's holding onto my fuckin' girlfriend."

You took the opportunity of the guy being distracted to get his hands off you, and to leave the couch.

"Hey, babe don't leave yet, the guys just being an ass, he'll leave soon," the creep called out to you.

Everyone's attention was on the guy now. Staring at him baffled that he called #2 pro hero an ass right in front of him and his girlfriend. You stepped closer to Sero, prepared for what was about to happen.

"That's it," Katsuki grabbed the hair on the back of the guys head and yanked him down. Couch flipping over with the guy. A quick stomp on the dude stomach had him rolling over in enough pain.

"My couch!" Denki yelped.

"Fuck your couch and fuck your party," Katsuki walked up to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you to leave.

"Gimme a second, I want to say bye," you tugged on his hold when he got to the hallway that lead to the front entrance.

He looked at you baffled, "You just got felt up, they could care less if you said bye right now."

"Kats, I'm fine. I would of handled it if you didn't."

"Fine, say bye," he waved you off, crossing his arms and guarding the exit.

You walked up to where Kirishima, Sero, and Denki were standing watching drunk Mina lecture the creep.

"Hey, I'm heading out," you spoke from behind them, getting their attention.

"That's fine girl, Imma kick his ass more for you," Mina slurred as she jumped to hug you, almost knocking you off your feet. She pulled back from the hug and held onto your shoulders, "You okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded, getting her out of your hold and pushing her into Kirishima, "Make sure she doesn't do something stupid."

"I will, I'll deal with the guy too. What he did was fucking gross," you flinched, it was rare to hear Kirishima curse.

"I bet you will," laughed off. Hugging Sero and thanking Denki for inviting you, all of them double checking if you were okay. It warmed your heart that they were heroes, it was truly the right career. So after confirming that you were fine, you walked back to Katsuki.

"Done?"

"Yep," you put your shoes back on and left the apartment together.

Once in his car, Katsuki turned to you. "You sure you're okay? I'll go put the guy in fucking jail."

You laughed, "I'm fine, Kirishima has it handled."

"You sure?"

"It's not the worst thing a guy has said to me," you shrugged, "Can we get some fast food?"

"The fuck else has a guy said to you?"

"Nothing important Kats, can we drop it? I'm fine."

He eyed you warily, trying to find the correct way to go about this. He sighed and gave in, "What fast food?"

"I don't know, I want a shake."

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The two of you got the food and cozied on your couch, digging in once you had a random Netflix movie playing. With half of your attention on the movie, and half on the situation, you decided to bring it up. "Is it weird that what the guy did doesn't bug me much?"

Katsuki glance your way, "No? Everyone has different reactions to everything."

"The main thing that bugs me is that people can't tell we are dating, like ever," you said honestly. "Like the dude didn't buy I had a boyfriend in general."

He hummed in reply.

"Our own friends forget half the time, like I wish they knew we were together, and took my word for it," you sighed.

"I know how you feel," Katsuki looked down at his hands, that held his half eaten burger.

"Even you feel that way?" you grabbed a couple fries to eat.

He looked at you, "The other night with that Nana girl, just wished it was more obvious."

"We can't blame them though, it's not like we act like a traditional couple," you shrugged and took a sip of your shake.

"Sorry," shame filled his voice.

You turned to him with you're full attention, "Why are you sorry? You haven't done anything?

"That's the issue," he crossed his arms," I don't do anything, I fucking brush you off me," he dropped his arms again. resting them on his knees and putting his face in his hands.

"Hey," you reached for his shoulder. Stopping when he flinched away from you, "Sorry," you mumbled. Forgetting he hates being sneaked up on or touched when he isn't paying attention.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about, I don't do anything but pull away from you. And you're honestly telling me you're fucking happy in this relationship?" Katsuki looked at you. Getting up to pace when you just stared at him, confused by his outburst.

"Are you not?" you asked, watching him pace the room.

He paused, "Why wouldn't I be? You give me everything I need. I don't even fucking acknowledge your primary love language while you hit every goal of mine."

"Kats, what I said to the girls the other night is the truth, I'm okay with it. The things you need are just as important, and if that's to not touch, that's fine."

"Fucking bullshit-"

"Katsuki," you said his name sharply, "I mean it."

"I don't know how-"

"That doesn't matter, you're worried I'm unhappy and I'm telling you that I am happy. Because I am, now can we please not get into this right now? Tonight already hasn't gone well."

"Fuck, you're right, I'm sorry," he rubbed his hands over his face and went back to his spot of the couch. leaving his food half touched. He opened his arms, "You can lay on me if you want."

"Katsuki, I told you, no physical touch is-"

"That's not what I'm getting at, c'mere," he motioned towards himself. And who were you to refuse, quickly curling up into his side and watching a movie to wash the bad day off you're mind.

-Next Part-

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[buckyalpine]

Here is a list of things that make me mad in no particular order. Angry ranting. Pls ignore this, I'm just screaming into the void. These example apply to very specific situations I've encountered with people who are perfectly capable of doing better.

People who lack common sense. Social awareness. Common courtesy. Saying "Oh my God, I'd never do that" when they've never been even close to said situation but they're now experts on how they'd act while sitting on their pristine Thoroughbred horse, sipping on English tea with their pink so high it may as well be in their nose.

People who say "Well I wouldn't care if it happened to me" or "I'm just being honest" when you point out something they did/said.

When autocorrect/spellcheck decides it cannot for the life of it figure out what you're trying to spell OR it gives you suggestions for every word under the sun except the one you want. All you did was leave out a single letter with the rest of it spelled perfectly and spellcheck decides to go into a coma. So you fix the mistake and the little squiggly red line goes away. Fuck you.

Gnats. WTF is you're problem. I've Googled this shit cause I want to know why tf you can't just fly straight, why do you have to buzz all over the damn place near my head of all places.

Flies. Same thing as above. Why tf can't you just fly straight. WHY NEAR MY EAR. You have the entire world and you decided my room is the place to be? And now we're both miserable because you keep hitting yourself against the window after noticing your grave mistake. I leave the door wide open but you want to keep body slamming the glass.

Giving me life advice on something you know nothing about.

People who don't love their pets. Yeah, you take care of them but you do it as a chore and then complain about it. Those little fur babies deserve it all, give them the best or don't have pets at all.

Holier than thou attitude.

People who laugh at those who are visibly upset and tell them they're being too sensitive.

Allergies. IDK Why tf my body acts surprised as hell every single spring. It's just fucking pollen. Why are you trying to fight it. Do you understand that in your brilliant plan to try and fight the little evaders you actually make me want to end it all because my nose is itching and my eyes are watering and I can't breathe. Food allergies are another level of bullshit. I'll never forget the day this one girl tells me she wished she had allergies? Like it makes you special, mf what??? She was being serious too.

Thin, straight, fine black hair. Can't do anything with it. It doesn't hold hairstyles, doesn't curly, gets heavy as soon as you use any product and 90% of the time it just looks like Snape cosplay. Ask me how I know

Parents who buy their very young children shoes with laces. This is inconvenient for all of us. why tf would you do this when Velcro exists. Your 4 year old doesn't need laces when they have no clue how to even eat cheese with their crackers, mf why did you buy this shoe for them?!

Bananas. Hate them with a burning passion. The smell. The texture. I hate the peel is left out and about like it isn't making the entire room smell. Don't even get me started on banana breath. (Keep in mind this is not me saying I think they're gross. I wish I liked them because they're a super convenient snack and very healthy)

People who lie and say you can't taste the banana in a smoothie. Yes, I can. You always can. You can have 1000lbs of any fruits and that single banana will still stand out.

People who don't understand mental illness/ act ignorantly to those suffering.

Big companies who ask you to donate to stuff. You're going to use this as a tax write off, stfu.

Inflation.

People who laugh at others for not knowing something. Maybe that thing had 0 relevance to their life. Maybe they learned about that because they were taught something else. Either way, how is it funny.

People who laugh at those learning a new language. You're the fucking worst. They are LEARNING. Let them get used to the pronunciation, let them get accustomed to sentence structures, let them make mistakes without being embarrassed. You're the embarrassing one cackling you're damn ass off while they're trying to do something new. You're discouraging them from wanting to continue because you feel the need to be an asshole.

People who make everything a serious debate/conversation.

People who steal. Not out of necessity but just because they can. I'll never forget overhearing this group of kids in my high school bragging and laughing their asses off over how much candy they stole from other kids. They also stole phones. These were not troubled kids mind you, they were doing this for shits and giggles.

Eczema. So fucking itchy, why can't skin just act right. It feels awful, looks awful and just comes and goes as it pleases.

People who clown you for who you find attractive. Why. If I find this person attractive, what in the ever loving flying fuck does it have to do with you. It's just so unnecessarily rude. I don't even get how its funny or why you find it okay to call someone ugly as if this is something they personally have control over.

I'm going to add more to this list.

[deadprompts]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

you're either with us or you ain't.

you do the same damn stink eye as your dad

i'm not saving you anymore.

you should be dead.

i love a gal that takes me to dinner and doesn’t expect me to put out.

you're sitting over there talking outside both sides of your mouth.

i know i had to make a pretty strong first impression.

you’re lucky. don’t forget.

i just bent over backwards to show you how reasonable i am.

it's gonna be dark soon.

did you just threaten me?

you see, now i just think you're lying.

kid. i ain't gonna lie. you scare the shit out of me.

are you kiddin' me?

do soy sauce packets count as food?

i'm dealing in certainties, and i'm doing my part to give them what they want.

what'd he have? a knife?

i get why you did it.

i would not have messed with that guy!

hot diggity dog! this place is magnificent!

i don’t give a shit if you think you’ve found the secret to life.

if you keep thinking everyone's an enemy, then enemies are all you're gonna find.

let me give you some advice.

you should go before you find out how dangerous we really are.

that takes guts... and then there's you.

people want someone to follow.

same goes for you too right?

little pig, little pig, let me in!

i want you to think about what could've happened, think about what happened, and think about what can still happen.

don’t pretend you don’t know the score.

anyone wanna finish the game? come on! i was winning!

it ain’t just about getting by here. it’s about getting it all.

people can try and you set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way.

listen, i like you, so i don't want to go hard proving a point here.

we'll win. but we need to wait for the right moment.

i hear your concern. i'm not insensitive to it.

people say i have an expressive face.

i always found it hard getting close to anyone.

that remind you of anyone you know?

if you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us.

well pardon me.

look, just put it down...

we need to talk.

hope you're not trying to hide stuff from us 'cause that generally doesn't go over very well.

i feel like i ought to give you a signing bonus.

you bunch of pussies!

nobody's evil. they just decide to forget who they are.

i think i've made my position very clear.

i'm serious. do you want me to prove how serious?

bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together.

whatever you had going for you... that is over now.

what's about to happen is gonna be hard to watch.

if you're having problems of that nature, come to see me.

some people are evil. i've seen it.

i was gifted these pickles.

how about a "thank you?"

i can't be the only one to notice that you got a fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations, can i?

he's an idiot.

you'll get yourself killed.

you should know, there is no door number four. this is it. this is the only way.

speak when you're spoken too.

in case you haven't caught on, i just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it.

i can see this is hard on you guys.

we provide security for others. we bring civilization back to this world.

you guys have a barbecue or something and not invite us?

i'll find you.

you were thinking about someone else.

my apologies for leaving the place a bit of a mess, but we got a litany of other shit to attend to!

you like ice cream? we have ice cream.

me? i ain't doing shit.

you got your friend killed.

not making a decision is a big decision.

drink from the well, replenish the well.

suck my nuts.

he's a coward. they're more dangerous.

don't be rude.

this must be hard for you right?

no matter how things go down, i got your back.

we'll crack open some tequila, we'll talk, we'll work it out.

you don't have to do this.

your people are making me lose my voice doing all this yelling.

i'd like to take it back to awkward silence now.

i mean, you have been king shit for so long.

we made it. we can make it. we can.

you're not me.

it’s because you got no guts.

was the joke that bad?

is that you? underneath all that man bush?

thanks for saving my life before. and other time. oh, and the other time.

get on your knees.

you really want to see all these people die? you will.

i am indeed a smarty pants.

what the hell, man?

we're the ones who live.

don't wander around here on your own.

[scaththefloof]

I recently installed wayfire, and oh boy after a full 24 hours I have never been this conflicted with a desktop environment, after a day it's either "wow this is amazing," or "who tf made this piece of shit." I always go further on to try and see if this is just a random issue that I had, but this is like no other.

wayfire is a wayland compositor based on wlroots that aims to make a customizable, extendable, and lightweight environment that doesn't sacrifice looks in the name of being lightweight and able to run on shitty hardware. Perfect something that I can run on my chromebook! I already use i3 on my chromebook but I wanted to see if it could run it, and also I wanted to try out wayfire and I'm not going to lock my main laptop to wayfire when I can also try wayfire on the 16 gig emmc on my chromebook just to see how lightweight it is.

but oh boy "customizable" wayfire has the shittiest customization I have ever seen, I see all these rices on r/unixporn and I respect everyone who can make wayfire look good becuase if I can only color the background of the panel, but I can't touch everything else. Then we got some serious problems when it comes to customizability here.

look at this bullshit

to explain what's wrong here, firefox uses the gtk toolset, and the "Customize Look and Feel" app is actually Lxappearance, which pulls gtk themes and applies them to your desktop environment or window manager, I use lxappearance on i3 to theme it up a little.

But here, not just firefox, but EVERY GTK APPLICATION suffers from this not being installed. Also you can set the icon theme in lxappearance and it applies to your DE/WM. Nope, not in wayfire.

And you can also see my issue here with the wf-shell panel as well. You can customize the look of the panel in the wf-shell.ini config file, but you also need to use CSS to change the look and feel as well. But when I set the css file for the panel in the wf-shell.ini, nothing happens, nothing is applied. I even tried to sanity check myself to make sure it wasn't my css was wrong and just copied the default css and still nothing was applied.

and there is no issue with the version of lxappearance I installed. Because I got i3, and copied my configs from my other system over to my chromebook and installed picom (I did this before trying out wayfire but wayfire didn't take up much space on my drive so it worked out fine) and look, it works, Firefox is supposed to switch the theme to dark to follow the system.

also another complaint is why do the windows on wayfire have different types of decoration, what is with that?

this is just insane that in the first 24 hours I encountered issues like this, that are literal dealbreakers for me, because i3, yes you have to manually configure vs wayfire you can get a graphical configuration manager (the package is wcm). But i3 doesn't do all this stupid shit that wayfire does, and most likely there is some graphical configuration manager for i3 that I just don't know about. The thing is though, I already configured my i3. All I do now is install what I need and copy the config files so I don't really need a config manager now.

The thing is I ran into issues INSTALLING the damn thing. I couldn't install it from the AUR even though they said that's how you install it on arch! EVEN THE ARCH WIKI SAYS THAT'S HOW YOU INSTALL IT! But instead I had to install it by cloning the git and building from source!

Then there were also issues with the sound, I booted up doom and literally every sound was laggy and slow, I thought this was because I was using pulseaudio, which is weird because my first time using arch I couldn't listen to music at all on anything other than youtube with pipewire, but pulseaudio worked and so I made a note to never use pipewire for audio. Pipewire can be used for the display stuff but don't let pipewire cook with the audio. But Pipewire didn't fix the issue, and so I tried to see maybe pairing it with lxqt would work. I know someone who uses wayfire, and they use it with lxqt so... Yeah I was told to get a fork of lxqt-session so I could pair lxqt with wayfire. The instructions on github say to use make to install it, but there are no makefiles. That's the same thing as "plug the computer in and turn it on," but there's no power supply. So I uninstalled lxqt because lxqt has always been the bane of my existence when it comes to using lightweight DEs. XFCE is better by a mile, but XFCE suffers the same fate as lxqt, they aren't wayland. So I have respect to @linux-real that's the person that I talked about with the using wayfire + lxqt and they managed to get it looking nice.

A lot of people had great experiences with wayfire and it's most likely not for me. I would like to try hyprland as it a wayland compositor with high customizability, but there is a controversy behind hyprland.

But to sum it up. I tried wayfire because someone recommended it to me and said it was great, and sadly I was hit with issues and issues. And so I didn't get to see it. I have all respect for the people who were able to get this thing to actually work on their laptop.

[bornonthesavage]

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In Part 5

Part 4  Part 6

“What are some things people do with their friends?”

Dustin looked up from where he’d been fiddling with his radio. “Dude. That’s the saddest thing you’ve even asked me.”

Steve dropped the magazine he’d been holding onto his chest and glared across the room. “Shut up, no it’s not. It’s a genuine question.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why it’s sad,” Dustin said, turning back to his radio. “That fact that you don’t know is pretty depressing.”

“No, because see, all the things I used to do with my friends don’t really apply anymore. With Tommy, we’d like, play basketball. Or go to parties and get drunk. And with the person I’m trying to become friends with now, those things won’t work.”

“I don’t see why you need other friends. You have me.”

Steve gave Dustin a flat look. “Dude, no offense, but if I want to keep my sanity, I really need to hang out with someone my own age. I like hanging out with you, obviously. But image if you didn’t have Mike or Will or Lucas. Just me.”

“Hmm, yeah, I guess I see your point,” Dustin said as static began to emit from the speaker. “Well then what’s the problem with this guy you’re trying to be friends with? It shouldn’t be that difficult to be friends with someone.”

And the thing was, Dustin was right. He’d always thought it should be easy to become someone’s friend, otherwise what’s the point? But it was different when you were older and trying to slide into an already established friend group. Especially when they came from such different social circles. But it wasn’t like Steve hadn’t been trying.

“I mean, there’s no problem. Eddie’s great. He’s actually pretty cool, in his own weird way. But he’s more like you. He’s into nerdy shit like D&D.”

Dustin opened his mouth, but Steve shut him down before he could start. “And no, I’m not going to play that game. I still have standards. But I’ve been sitting with him and his friends for a week now during lunch, and things are still sort of awkward. Even with just Eddie, there’s this, like, tension between us. But I’m not sure why. So I thought if I could maybe invite him out to do stuff, that might help ease us into a more comfortable friendship.”

Dustin finally shut off his radio and turned his full attention to Steve, standing as he began to pace. “Alright, well this seems like a pretty easy solution. We can brainstorm some standard friendship activities, you invite this Eddie guy to do them, and bam. Friendship.”

It sounded easy when Dustin put it like that. “Yeah but, what if it doesn’t work?”

“Then screw him!”

“Whoa, language.”

“Steve, listen.” Dustin came to a stop right in front of him. “You can’t force someone to be your friend. It doesn’t really work like that.”

Well that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “But—”

“Wait,” Dustin said, holding up a finger. “Just listen. You can put in as much effort as you like, but if he’s not interested in being friends, it’s not going to work. He needs to put effort in too.”

Steve lowered his eyes. Of course he knew that was true. He wasn’t so pathetic to cling onto someone who didn’t want him around. But the thing was, even though it was still a little awkward and there was definitely tension, Eddie did seem as if he liked having Steve around. He was always leaning into his space and making jokes and including Steve in conversations with the rest of his friends.

But he’d also had Steve’s number for three days and hadn’t called once. And it wasn’t like Steve could call him again. That would seem desperate. Which he wasn’t. So, it would have to be Eddie that made the next move. But it was driving Steve crazy. He wanted to invite Eddie out again, but how could he do that if he wouldn’t call?

“So, how do I encourage him to put effort in? I want to show him I’m serious about this.”

Dustin rubbed his chin, as if he were an old man with scruff. “Is he shy?”

The actually made Steve laugh. “No, not at all. He’s like, the least shy person I’ve ever met. He doesn’t care what anybody thinks about him.”

“Okay, well let’s think about this. Once you figure out a way of asking him, what would you want to do?”

Steve dropped his head back onto Dustin’s pillow. “Dude, that’s literally what I asked you. What do you and your friends do?”

“I don’t know, normal shit,” he said, dropping into his rollie chair. “We go to each other’s houses and watch movies. We have sleep overs. We go to the arcade and the bowling alley. We go see movies at the theater. We get ice cream. All sorts of shit.”

Steve sat up and pointed a finger at him. “Yeah, yeah dude. That’s good stuff. Write that down for me.”

“Can’t you just remember it?”

“Dude.”

“Fine, fine.”

Dustin ripped a page out of his notebook and began to write out his list of activities. It wasn’t a fully comprehensive list by any means. Steve would have to think about what to add to it. But it was a start. Dustin handed it to him with a flourish, and Steve took it to look over.

“Perfect. Now I just have to figure out a way to ask him without looking desperate.”

Dustin snorted. “You are desperate.”

Steve chucked a pillow at his head. “Shut up, you little twerp. This isn’t desperation. This is me, putting in effort.”

He left Dustin’s house not long after that. Some nights he would stay for dinner at Claudia’s insistence, but right now he needed to be alone to think. Why was making friends so damn difficult? Steve really felt as if it shouldn’t be, but then that led him to ask a question he’d really rather not think about. Was it him? Was he just so unpleasant that no matter how hard he tried, people would always be repelled by him? He didn’t think he was that bad, at least not anymore.

But then goddammit, why hadn’t Eddie called? Steve had thought about asking him while at school, but he wasn’t that needy yet. He wasn’t going to beg Eddie Munson to talk to him. This was just a matter of patience. Which he could be, no matter what Dustin thought. Hell, he was the king of cool. The cool master. Just because he wanted friends, that didn’t mean he needed them.

That concept was put to the test almost immediately, as Steve drove down the darkening road back to his house. Because as he rounded a corner, his headlights illuminated a figure walking ahead on the side of the road. Steve would recognize that hair anywhere. He slammed on the breaks as he pulled up beside Eddie, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.

“Eddie!”

Eddie jumped and spun toward the car, one hand raised as if in self-defense. Even in the fading light of the evening, Steve could see Eddie’s big brown eyes wide with surprise. Steve grinned and leaned out his open window.

“Dude,” Eddie said, placing a hand over his chest. “Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Steve snorted. “Geez, sorry. Didn’t realize the big bad dungeon master scared so easily.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. How would you, King Steve, react to a random car screeching to halt beside you on an empty street in the dark?”

Huh, fair. Steve would probably have been ready for another fight. “Where are you headed?”

“Oh, I’m on a journey back to my far away lair, where I shall finally rest my weary bones and hunker down with a hearty mead.”

Steve blinked. “Of course. Silly me. Where are you coming from?”

Eddie grinned, as if pleased Steve was playing along. “Gareth’s. We had band practice, and my poor darling van is decommissioned until I get the part I need on Monday.”

“Wait,” Steve glanced down the darkening road. “Don’t you live at the trailer park?”

“That I do, fair Steven.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s not my name. Second, you shouldn’t be walking out here after dark. It’s not safe.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Sorry, my teleportation abilities are also on the fritz right now.”

“Dude, that’s not what I meant. Why didn’t you just call me? I could have given you a ride.”

For several long seconds, Eddie just stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. He opened his mouth, then closed it, before repeating the motion a few times. It was kind of funny, like he was doing a really bad impression of a fish. Finally, he shook his head.

“I, uh, didn’t know I could. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Steve scoffed and reached over to open his passenger door. “You wouldn’t be bothering me. I give the kids rides all the time. Come on, hop in. Let me drive you.”

Eddie only hesitated for a moment more, before kicking into action and darting around the car. He climbed in, bringing with him the faint smell of weed and some sort of citrus cologne. It should have been gross, but Steve found he actually liked it. In the dim light of the car, he shot Eddie a smile.

“Seriously dude, the next time you need a ride anywhere, shoot me a call. It’s not a problem at all. I don’t have much going on.”

“Right,” Eddie said, staring at him. Then, as if catching himself, he jerked his head away to look out the window. “I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.”

“Good.”

Steve began to drive again, now heading in the direction of the trailer park. He’d never been there before, but he’d driven past it enough times to not need directions. Eddie was oddly quiet as they went. When Steve snuck a glance, he saw Eddie twisting his rings around on his fingers. Was he nervous? That thought made something sink in Steve’s stomach. He’d been trying so hard to show Eddie that he was safe, that he wasn’t the same person he used to be. But maybe he hadn’t made all that much progress. But it was fine. He could be patient.

“So, you’re in a band?”

Eddie seemed to jerk out of his thoughts. “What? Oh, yeah. Corroded Coffin. We mostly do metal covers, but we also write and perform some of our own stuff.”

Steve shook his head. “Of course you’d be in a metal band.”

“Hey.” Eddie pointed a finger at him, the nail painted black. “I kindly ask you to remove the attitude from your tone. There will be no trash talking metal in my presence.”

“I wasn’t trash talking it,” Steve insisted. “It’s just… metal is so loud.”

“Yeah, Steve, that’s kind of the point. It’s badass, unlike that sugar pop crap you probably listen to. I bet you’re into like, Wham! and shit. You probably have ABBA’s best of hits on constant repeat.”

Steve scowled. He was not about to admit to Eddie that that very tape was currently tucked into his glove box right that moment.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking pop music. Not all of us can be so special and different like you.”

Eddie shot him wide grin. “And don’t you forget it.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah, so?”

Eddie snapped his mouth shut. He clearly hadn’t been expecting that. It felt good to throw Eddie off, to keep him on his toes. Steve got the feeling that not enough people were able to do that. He glanced back at Eddie. Yep, he was back to twisting his rings.

“Oh, um,” Eddie began, clearing his throat. “Speaking of my band. We’re playing at the Hideout this Wednesday at eight. It’s nothing special, we do it every other week. But I wanted to invite you, if you wanted to come.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. An invite to watch his band? Yeah, okay, that was definitely something someone would extend to a friend. And it was the perfect opportunity to ingratiate himself in with Eddie and the rest of his friends. Apparently, he took too long to answer because Eddie began to ramble again.

“But you don’t have to, of course. I know it’s not your scene, and you’re not into the music. Plus, the bar is a total shithole. Probably not up to King Steve’s usual standards, so it’s fine if you’d rather skip it. I’m not, like, going to force you. I just thought, hey, Steve’s here. Why not ask him to come. But if you’d rather not I get it—”

“Eddie,” Steve said, cutting him off.

He snapped his mouth shut and turned those big brown eyes on him. “Yeah?”

The smile he gave this time was gentle. Encouraging. “I’d love to come. I’ll be there.”

Eddie’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Like I said, it’s not your thing.”

“True. But you’ll be there, so that means I can make it my thing.”

When Steve glanced over at him again, he didn’t understand the look Eddie was giving him. He almost looked a little awestruck, but there was also confusion in the twist of his brows. Steve reached over and patted him on the shoulder.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. Is it really so crazy that I want to hang out with you?”

“I mean, yeah, kind of. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be driving in King Steve’s car, willingly inviting him to watch my band, and him agreeing, I’d have told them they smoked way too much of my stash.”

Steve sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not King Steve anymore. Just Steve. I’m done with all that artificial shit, and I’m never going back. I want something real. Something that makes me feel anything more than dull acceptance of what I’ve always been told I should be. What I should want. I’m done with… with the bullshit. I just want real.”

Eddie was quiet for a minute. The rumble of the car felt loud, as if it were growling its displeasure with Steve’s vulnerability. That wouldn’t surprise him. It was a gift from his father, after all. When Eddie spoke, his voice was hesitant. “And… you think I’m real?”

“Dude, are you kidding?” he asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re the realest person I’ve ever met. You’re so weird, but in a good way. And like, yeah, I don’t know you that well yet. But I’d like the chance to change that. If you’ll let me.”

Steve was pretty sure he heard Eddie mutter the word “Jesus” under his breath. It seemed like Eddie wanted to say something more, but just then Steve pulled into the trailer park and Eddie had to give him directions to the correct trailer. Once they came to stop beside Eddie’s van, he remained in the car. Steve tapped his fingers on the wheel.

“So, I’ll uh, see you on Wednesday? Or, I mean, I’ll see you on Monday at lunch, but I’ll see you at the show on Wednesday.”

The look Eddie gave him then looked almost fond. “Yeah, Stevie, I’ll see you then.”

Stevie. That was new. It was… nice. A better nickname than the ones he’d carried like cargo in the past. And it didn’t even look like Eddie had meant to say it, just a casual flip of a word, as if it were as easy as that. And god, Steve wanted it to be. Easy, that is. Nothing ever was, for him.

“Cool. Later, man. Call me if you want. I’ll be home.”

Eddie climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind him before dropping down to rest his forearms on the open window. “Well, if Sir Steve is asking me to call on him, how could I possibly refuse?”

“Hey, I said—”

“I know, I know. Not a king. But you could still be a knight. I always thought they were cooler anyways.”

With that, Eddie straightened up and sauntered away, his hand slipping into his back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes as he went. Something warm settled in Steve’s chest as he watched him go. Eddie stopped at his doorstep and turned back, a cig hanging from his lips as he lifted his hand in a wave. Before Steve could return it, he’d already turned away and pushed his way into the trailer.

Steve sat there for a few moments more, just staring at where Eddie had been. A knight, he’d said. Now, Steve didn’t know much about history or any of that fantasy stuff Dustin was always going on about, but he did know enough to understand that knights were good guys. Noble, right? Protected those who needed it, defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. They were fighters. Just like Steve. Yeah. A knight. He could be that.  

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[emblemxeno]

Personally, I've kinda noticed a trend where some people assume every character who experiences a form of discrimination is black-coded if they're not human or should've been black if they are human

And it feels like a double-edged sword in a way

Where is the line between wanting to properly discuss anti-black discrimination, restricting black characters to only that side of their experiences, and the idea that kind of plotline only applies to a specific group?

I have not seen this myself, so apologies in advance if I get assumptions wrong.

I wanna give the benefit of the doubt to people most of the time and think that they're not being serious, but there's consistently a type of person who this reminds me of: good intentions, but online too often, not mature or socially savvy enough to understand the type of nuance in these conversations, secretly entertained by any and all discourse they are privy too, and-as a result of the previous points-has issues that they need to talk to a therapist who specializes in navigating the world through a racialized lens (or an "ally" lens if the person in question doesn't experience said racial discrimination applicable to the situation/discourse they are involved in).

The best answer I can give for how to respond as an individual is, depending on how volatile/open to conversation the person is, to have civil discussion or let the matter go.

Popular posts on social media get popular because social media, for some people, serves as "bite sized" news, research, or societal topics, thereby ripping away a lot of damn nuance from important conversations.

That's how you get situations like you described. "Should we discuss anti-black discrimination in media?" "Yes!" "Well this character-who we do not know is actually black-has similarly coded pain to black people so they must be black" "...Well, no. Not necessarily. Let's talk about this more so we can discuss why I disagree."

That last part is something many people are EXTREMELY adverse to doing, and unfortunately it's in part with how lots of social media presence involves constant policing and "stakeouts" of any and all slip ups-even minor ones-to the point where there's little to no wiggle room with even asking questions like this in the first place i.e. the ask you sent me, which I myself appreciate, but I can think of many accounts on various sites who'd react to even asking about this stuff as something to mock or bitterly toss away.

Throwing my hat into the topic itself:

The line of discussion is not easily found and shifts constantly depending on the media itself (context of the story, when the thing was made, who made it, why was it made, who was it made for, why is it popular for people to ascribe certain identities to this, etc.) so there will always be grounds to talk about it. It's just that, as I said, people don't wanna fucking even entertain the idea of talking/discussing things like a normal person anymore.

Further on, IMO, Black people are very much not the only racialized group who have known suffering, and to base character headcanon/interpretation on that suffering itself leans into behavior that's very ignorant, for lack of better words. At that point, the person who says "X character is Black because they have this pain experience" and that's the only reason? It's a big yikes and, again, they should really talk to a professional in order to unlearn that, even if it comes from a good place. Defining a group of people by just the bad shit that's happened to them is very dehumanizing to other people.

After all, there's plenty of non-black characters who are very more easily coded as black in ways that aren't pain and suffering, though the main examples I can think of are cartoons lol. Uniqua and Tyrone from Backyardigans, Will from Foster's Home, Darwin from Gumball, and Garnet from Steven Universe. All of those characters have unrelenting positivity and none of them are really defined by constant pain/tragedy. There's more to Black people, and humans in general, than bad shit we've been through lol.

[quietpagan]

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and yes I'm late, so sue me

I wasn't going to watch any of the PiB movies but I heard 'Death' was a character, so

First two minutes: It's GORGEOUS and here's an entire post of me freaking out over the visual mastery of this film

If I'd seen this in theatres today I'd get kicked out for gasping so much

I can't even

The animation style is so beautiful I'm gasping out loud and had to stop three minutes in to begin this post, it's wild. The particles - !

LOOK AT THE TEXTURE OF THE LEATHER HAT. THE ANIMATORS ARE FLEXING AND THEY ARE FLEXING HARD.

Every single frame of this film is a goddamn work of art. Look at the stars on the wooden ceiling. Look at the lighting.

Even the reflection in the glass, holy shit

They need to stop flexing before I have a frickin heart attack here

Also thank you for putting actual blood and not just a reddish cut, actual dripping blood, thank you :)

This is such a love letter to animation and art and I'm here for it

The scene transitions are absolute *chef's kiss*

THEY ACTUALLY *BEEPED* OUT A SWEAR WORD it's a third of the way through and this is my new favorite movie

Each glitter particle glistens in its own moment, I cannot

I feel like a lot of modern movies have some weird fear of putting genuine color into a film. WELL NOT HERE FOLKS. ABSOLUTE PSYCHODELIC COLOR EXPLOSIONS THROUGHOUT.

What the fuck, that escalated quickly

SIR WHAT ARE YOUR QUALIFICATIONS?

THe dog has a potty mouth and every swear word is BEEP'd out and he swore a LOT

I love how all of the characters just rant the fuck off in Spanish when they get mad

I didn't see the other Puss movies but Softpaws?? Was declawed at some point?? That's so mean?? that's literally amputations omg her poor hands

And she left Puss at the altar at the same time that HE left HER at the altar, these assholes deserve each other at this point because absolutely nobody else will put up with either of them on a serious level

except for the dog, who deserves the world. LOOK AT HIM

Kitty wasn't going to wait for a egocentric asshat to put down his ego for her, YOU GO GIRL

somebody put the puppy in a sock and tried to drown him omg

he has the saddest backstory but he's just happy to have his life and his friends, whereas Puss had nine lives and didn't appreciate any of them, okay, I get it now

The dog actually calmed Puss down from a panic attack and you could hear his heartbeat calming and it was really sweet

The framing of this film is fantastic. Also, Death? Actual Death? The thing that Puss wasn't aware he was afraid of or even needed to be afraid of yet was running from his entire life? Such an incredible villain

I can't concentrate on anything else about the movie because everything is just so goddamn pretty.

The movements and the visuals are just a little bit choppy and a little unfinished, making every still look like a painting. It's so stylized and wonderfully so

jesus christ what a visual callback

Okay movie's done and I can talk now

THE CAT LADY i love her <3

I appreciate that Goldilocks finally accepted her family but it's okay to want other things, I think, as long as you're not taking for granted what you currently have. That said, they're definitely going to have to talk it out because stuff like that doesn't just go away with a quip and a new business plan

One that note, the fucking cricket was hilarious. John Mulaney's character was a riot and I appreciate the cricket giving up on him as a bad job.

I was worried about Death's defeat being a bit of a cop-out but it wasn't. Death was angry that Puss was given so many lives and appreciated exactly none of them, thinking himself invincible forever, not understanding consequences because they never really applied to him, so they decided to cheat and take his last one early. But Puss accepted his mortality and began to appreciate his last life properly, so Death let him live it. It was done well.

I don't really like the 'tough girl no trust femme fatale love interest' thing, I think it's tired and overwrought, so Kitty wasn't my favorite, but I liked her anyway. And I liked that she's able to poor-little-meow-meow Puss when he least expects it.

The doctor scene where we went through each of Puss's lives was storyboarded so beautifully, even the title cards were gorgeous

the fight scenes are so pretty

I can't do anything besides gush over how fucking pretty this film was, I'm useless

Anyway watch the film, it's just a masterpiece and the music was fantastic and I loved the whole thing

[charles-leclerc-official]

Hi I’m so sorry if you’ve addressed this in the past, but is it true/possible that Mercedes are actually sabotaging Lewis? Like is it within the realm of possibility that they’re PURPOSEFULLY not properly warning his tyres before qualifying and purposefully withholding important information on the radio during the race?

I am probably not the best person to ask about this, as while I do keep up with all the teams, especially the top teams, I am not plugged in to every single thing happening at Mercedes especially on the details of what is going on over there politically/socially etc.

To me it does not look like anything is intentional that we've seen thus far, and I haven't seen any evidence to indicate that is a serious concern(again I haven't seen everything so there may be and I just have missed it)

I think the tyre warming thing was likely that they didn't have them on long enough, or that one or multiple of the blankets is faulty. That is to me the most likely explanation.

I apply this rule with everything, and it usually holds true. Never attribute to sabotage/malice what can be explained by incompetence/bad luck. Has Mercedes really had their shit together this season? Is anyone claiming that operation is running smoothly right now? Because to me these are symptoms of a struggling team that has been in an obvious state of disarray since the start of the season.

Lewis has also been on board with say, George getting certain upgrades first etc.

You ask is it possible? I mean yes it's possible. Is it likely? No I don't think so. I think there are several far more likely explanations.

I think people in F1 are very quick to jump on sabotage conspiracies the moment anything seems off(usually people who don't understand how cars work are the ones starting things) and this is applicable for every team. I am not saying we don't have instances of sabotage in this sport, but they are rare. If the number of times stuff that people claimed was sabotage was actually sabotage none of the cars would be running by the end of the season. It's a possibility, but I prefer to examine the far more likely explanations before turning to something more malicious.

I need to see something that makes me really go "that's weird" to start thinking a team is doing something. It can't just be vibes.

This feels very similar to what certain conspiracies that Ferrari fans have cooked up in the past. And they aren't correct either. Very similar "evidence" is used there as well.

A lot of the time people are unwilling to accept the dull truth that sometimes one person gets a streak of bad luck, and yes the chances of that are higher than direct sabotage.

Now I think we are seeing Mercedes go through a season long divorce with Lewis. George is going to be more priority because he's staying with the team. You don't have to like it, but I am pretty sure that's what they are doing, and strategically it makes sense for the team. As a Lewis fan it is frustrating to watch. It does seem some communication is breaking down between them, and that's where I think the issue is.

My final thought is that Toto has been too focused on Kimi and Max joining Mercedes to also have time to create plans to subtly sabotage Lewis. And maybe that's the problem, they aren't doing anything to Lewis but rather just ignoring him. Which would create a lot of the same problems. If his feedback isn't being as valued etc, if there are meetings he's being left out of (we've seen many teams do this with outgoing drivers because they are making plans for next season and cannot have that info getting out)

I won't rule it out, because we cannot know for sure, but without more to go off of I can't really do a whole lot with it. I say all this because people always start these rumors and then it gets blown way out of proportion usually to no productive results.

So that's my impression. Again, I imagine I am missing a lot because I have to always be plugged into whatever Ferrari have going on.

If anyone who is more involved on the Mercedes side of things wants to weigh in or provide some more context or evidence I'd be very interested to see it.

[vermillioncrown]

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depends on how old tim is, right? where i have it, cataclysm and no man's land hasn't happened yet (and ugh, it will not happen to that extent bc like, what on fucking earth? how godforsaken is NJ and gotham if you say it's such a hub of economics that there's all this stuff there and yet you don't protect or deal with your assets + i'll stop)

me doing some mental gymnastics to avoid giving too much away but also, to ensure my fic's chronological consistency vs my gripe with how common media treats learning (you can just grind out a skill for months and you've 'mastered' it like lol no, what the fuck ass shit is that, way to tell me you've never learned a thing well in your life ever, learning and keeping skills requires constant practice + a duration of ingesting and understanding it, applying it in different contexts, otherwise you're just a performer okay okay okay i'll stop)

with ch 3 - ch 4, tim's been gone for at most eight months, at least three. ch 4 ends around oct, and tim's not back until springtime next year. i imagine that in bruce's backward-ass way, tim's truancy + breaking into his school's system to make sure that's not flagged is something he's impressed with and doesn't feel the need to fix.

(like for serious, yes the school system grind isn't a good standard + measure of intellect and capability but if you're in a society you should leverage society's rules to win, just saying)

whether or not tim's been with lady shiva at this point, i'll deal with when it's time for him to enter stage left. his parents are still alive as of ch 4

[mankillercalledbunny]

All right fuck it I'm infodumping about MRNYC under the cut

So I have this world called Magical Realism New York City that I've created wherein most species/creatures from folklore and mythology do in fact exist, with... Nebulous knowledge and understanding of this by humans (meaning some are totally in the dark and some absolutely know about it and are part of it). It is the entire world but my main characters are centred around NYC, hence the name. There are other realms/planes/etc which have some crossover with the "mortal" one, and though gods aren't really a thing as such there are other very powerful beings that exist in those other realms that occasionally do rock up in the mortal world and fuck around to varying degrees. There are vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, magic users, Fae, and most things you can probably think of.

The whole notion actually spawned around the idea of vampires and werewolves. I thought the idea of the garlic thing being BS but widely believed means that an Italian restaurant would be the perfect cover for a vampire family. They have a long standing partnership with the werewolf pack that runs the meatpacking district both for actual meat products (it is a restaurant after all) and for the blood that would otherwise be disposed of, so they don't have to worry about their supply or anyone going off the shits. In MRNYC, there's one main vampire colony and one main werewolf pack, though there are smaller packs in each of the five boroughs and a collection of werejaguars on Long Island. The colony is mostly one big Italian family, and the Wolfpack is one big Dutch family, and they've both been here for centuries at this point. The werewolves also do a lot of community work, they're very social, they hold block parties and stuff. The vampires are less so, but they do keep in touch. One of the werewolf great-grandchildren and one of the vampire grandkids are dating, their names are Katherine and Catarina respectively, they are very cute and their families are very happy for them. (There are a number of vampire subspecies as well as numerous types of weres, but the following rules apply to basically everyone). Both communities are remarkably self-policing; it takes months of preparation and understanding of the community, the change, and the consequences before someone is allowed to become either. This is not something to go into unprepared, and consent is incredibly important. (I did take some inspiration here from the Jewish conversion system e.g. it's not active and in order to do so you gotta COMMIT and DO YOUT RESEARCH before you're granted the opportunity.) If a bite/transformation happens by accident/maliciously, that is one of the only circumstances where seeking treatment would be considered, and if someone decided they didn't want to the community would welcome and educate them, helping them however they could. Whoever did the unconsensual transforming though... Would not be so lucky. That's a serious transgression and would be treated as such. The Manhattan pack and colony are not the only wolves and vamps on the island, just the largest collections, and they do outreach to new arrivals and have connections with other packs/colonies. There are plenty of small packs, and of course New York has universities where you'll get young members of social species away from their families for the first time, so there's a lot of outreach and connection to provide a safety net for people who need it.

Angels and demons do exist, from their respective (linked) realms, but they don't have the inherent attributes given to them by superstitious/religious humans, they're just people. They (along with most species) can interbreed with humans, although instead of creating a super powerful nightmare child they just... Have a nephil or cambion kid. Who has some of the abilities of their supernatural parent, but probably not all of them. The vast majority of those who interact with humans are "lesser" demons or angels, the Just Some Dudes of their respective realms, and it's not particularly common for "greater" ones to show up. They're in charge, they have shit to do.

While "sorcerer" is a general description that can be applied to magic users of any species, witch and warlock are actually their own species, not the same but closely related (think like Vulcans and Romulans, for example). Both are longer-lived than humans (averaging a couple centuries) and have inherent magic which presents in small ways, like oddly coloured eyes or faint patterns on the skin. Warlock blood is faintly silvery and inherently toxic, they can't be changed into vampires or werewolves, and if their blood gets on human skin it will leave a chemical burn. Witch blood isn't toxic, and they can be transformed. If you meet a magical wolf or vamp, they likely either have witch parentage or were one first.

The Fae exist. They have their own realm, but some places in the mortal world have entrances to it. The Fae have a particular attachment to Ireland (with some of Scotland and Wales as well) and are very protective of it, meaning that the vast majority of non-human activity there is either the Fae or requires their blessing. They can be particularly vindictive if they feel that their permission has not been properly asked or that someone is trespassing on their protected ground. This can lead to some... Less than favourable situations for non-fae supernatural families, unfortunately, and can be a reason people end up leaving the Isles.

There are two major protective organisations that deal with various issues and threats, as well as things that may cause problems between realms. These are the Wardens, who deal with the living, and the Reapers, who deal with the dead. Both are joinable by anyone, and are very good employers. Wardens are somewhere between Witchers, border patrol, and bounty hunters, investigating/finding/returning extradimensional creatures from whence they came and dealing with unexpected incursions. Listen, not everyone is nice. Reapers, meanwhile, deal with the dead or those manipulating the dead, as well as guiding wayward spirits home. If there's a haunting, things coming out of graves, anything of that nature, that's a Reaper's job to deal with. All Reapers are dead themselves; if someone feels like they're not done but in a... Non-haunting way, they can become a Reaper. There's a training process as well as some physical and spiritual reinforcing, but it's also a job so you get days off and holiday and all that. Death is a very fair employer. There's also the Guardian of the Veil, who isn't any of these, but whose job it is to essentially watch borders between worlds and deal with anything that is a Massive Fucking Problem, and they have leave to call in as many Wardens or Reapers (or both) as necessary. If the Guardian calls, whatever you're working on can wait because this is an Imminent Threat To Global Existence and you are needed now.

Okay that's all the worldbuilding I can really think of at the moment! My wonderful partner @themechanicsnightmare has helped me flesh out this marvelous world with significant contributions (the Reapers and the Guardian were their ideas, plus witches being a species as well as warlocks), it wouldn't be the lived-in world it has become without them. If the worldbuilding here interests you and/or you want to know about the main characters in the world, let me know!

And before anyone asks: no, there is no webcomic or novel or anything for this, and no there is not going to be one. While things like the Wardens and the specific ways the species work are my invention, urban fantasy/magical realism is a broad genre for a reason. I took inspiration from Grimm, Supernatural, Percy Jackson/the Riordanverse, and The Mortal Instruments (albeit mainly the bits I liked or wanted to fix) as well as many, many pieces of mythology and folklore. This is just my iterations of it. The characters are very much mine, and the specifics of the world are mine, but urban fantasy is a wonderful base for a worldbuilding concept and I highly encourage people to use it.

[hxhhasmysoul]

So things like shrinking his domain and inverting the barrier to combat Sukuna's open domain, tricking Sukuna to catch him off guard with red, countering burnout by destroying and rehealing his own brain, instantly figuring out how Sukuna was doing things like using max elephant for "piercing blood" - none of that shows smarts either? You hate the idea of Gojo winning, I get it, but you could be more self aware of your bias lol.

I didn't say Gojou showed no smarts, you're pushing the goal post. You came at me with tactics, now you come at me with smarts. This way you can "win" any argument by making people too exasperated to talk to you.

Gojou came to this fight unprepared. And yes after shit hits him he figures out how it works. Because he can reflect on things post factum, because nothing affects him.

Sukuna catches Gojou off guard an equal amount of times as Gojou catches Sukuna. The thing is that most of the fight it was Sukuna pulling something Gojou countering. It may be smart but it's not smart tactics because there's really little planning involved. Especially not when you have infinite resources and are invulnerable. It's pretty clear he came into it expecting to win almost instantly and and he's like oh dear, I need to actually do something more for once than expand my domain and wait for my opponent to die. So he starts to plan staff later in the fight because of how well Sukuna is prepared.

Both Sukuna and Gojou make mistakes and pull risky stunts. The difference is that rules apply to Sukuna and he bears the consequences of his arrogance. Gojou does not. They both are arrogant enough to get brain damage, Gojou by his own risky actions. For Sukuna it affects him. Gojou brushes it off.

Sukuna constantly balances output of the technique with how many things he's using at the same time, he needs to hide and cover himself, etc etc. It's clear the fight drains him. It's clear he prepared very consciously to this fight. He planned what techniques to use how and in what order.

Gojou just manages to instantly figure everything out, pull off everything he tries, and get everything back to regular output regardless of how long they are fighting, how much damage he takes, etc etc. He doesn't have to hide, avoid and so on because nothing affects him in any serious and lasting way.

If the rules don't apply to you it's not hard to counter things. It's not much of an achievement to figure things out on an infinite timeline. Gojou was created by Tengen to have two CT at the same time, two that support each other. And according to this fight, no matter what happens, Gojou can restore everything he expends and nothing permanent happens to him.

As I said, instead of taking mental damage from the prison realm, he learns valuable information about barriers from it... And this the cherry on top. Because it's not even about purely sorcerer and cursed energy stuff, he's mentally invulnerable...

Oh, and anything he does to Sukuna is yet to be revealed to actually have any side effects on Megumi. So far only Sukuna's actions seemed to have done damage to Megumi, Gojou's magically haven't. At least nothing indicates that. Three layers of plot armour.

Did you really not understand the Monopoly metaphor or can't you see past your bias.

Also I know my bias, Gojou fans like you, made me dislike him as a character in this story. Not because I think he's a bad character to have in a story per se. Because you people can't see past your masturbation object, be it because of his looks or his power, whatever gets you off. You don't see what detriment Gojou is to the Jujutsu society, to the people around him, to the story. You don't care that other characters have been sitting on their asses for chapters on end watching TV, not participating in Gojou's dick measuring contest. You don't see how disappointing it is to see Kenjaku plan something for 1000 years, try plans out, fail and learn from that. And it all matter nothing because Gojou is one walking deus ex machina. You don't seem to understand the disappointment that the over reliance on Gojou which lead to collapse of society, just gets undercut with a "just kidding" Gojou will fix it all... You don't care that this battle has no emotional stakes beyond two assholes' dick measuring contest. You need to understand that there are fans who care about the themes, the plot and most of all other characters than Gojou.

I don't hate Gojou's winning because I hate him as a person. I hate this fight, I hate that he's out of the box, I hate him winning because of how it affects the story and other characters.

I enjoy Sukuna because he's fun but he's a supremacist asshole who needs to die. It just that him getting killed by Gojou would mean fucking nothing. Him losing to a man who is unaffected by anything and whose actions have no detrimental effect on Sukuna's hostage is laughably pointless.

Gojou and Sukuna are a symptom of the same disease. Gojou is actually worse because the juju society is convinced that someone like him existing is good actually. That he's the guarantor of the status quo. And they are not wrong. The elders were killed, probably on Gojou's orders. For Gojou to instantly reinstate the status quo with Gakukanji as a lead. The typical liberal change to uphold the status quo.

I suspect Sukuna is going to pull something now. Maybe finally show his cursed technique. But this fight likely won't be less disappointing. Honestly if after all this, the show of Gojou's plot armours, Sukuna somehow wins or kills him, it will likely feel like such a fucking ass pull. Maybe Gege will manage to sell it but it's hard to be hopeful.

It seems that for you it's about power scaling. And the joy of your cock winning the who's the more arrogant dipshit fight. Am I right? If it is like that indeed, good for you. Your perfect asshole won.

But for me this fight would be a loss either way because of the characters sitting on their fucking asses watching TV and their wasted potential. It's a loss because Gojou who severely needed character depth will not get any... he's the lonely strongest who is a shit teacher and an irresponsible and arrogant man whose mistakes lead in part to the current predicament, but it's ok because him being the strongest solves everything. It's a loss because Sukuna doesn't deserve a dick measuring contest, he deserves for weaker people than him to band together, plan it out and kill him. Some of the strong kids and Kashimo to weaken him and Angel to fucking kill him as is her right. It's a loss because Yuuji needs to confront Kenjaku, he needs to save Megumi and so far nothing in either of those directions has happened.

[revvnant]

usually i don't post about my like. personal life as in my past or my health. but i thought this might actually be very useful for people to know, and i already soft tested it on another blog and it helped me a lot. i'll be adding it to my rules as well, but to make sure people see, i'm posting it here.

i'm autistic. i'm very friendly and i think pretty communicative, so that's not an issue. the problems usually arise in the way that i write and the fact that i have really big emotions, often about seemingly unimportant shit. this manifests as like. swinging between really relaxed and really flowery speech both in my writing and my ooc communication - i do just talk like that. i also get 'mad' about things, and the way i express this can come across as explosive, but i'm not actually that upset or judgmental. given that i'm still here talking about fnaf -- talking about fnaf a fucking lot -- i clearly don't hate it. i just get a feeling about something and the way that i express that can come across as very intense because. i talk weird. my ability to regulate how i express my emotions is actually pretty good! and applies too dms and personal communication! i just don't do it much on my blog because. it's my blog. obviously i filter some stuff, and try to be aware of like, if what i say may be taken personally when it's not meant as such. that, i try to snip, though i'm not always perfect at it. and i will write about the same shit over. and over. and over. i try to offload it to personal notes and such but if i repeat myself around you or seem fixated on something it's because i am. i may also act like i need things to be just so, but that's a neurotic preference and not a requirement for anyone but myself.

i don't need to be babied ( i say because sometimes that's the response i get to this ), i'm like. a smart and functional adult. but hopefully the context will help people to understand why i write the way that i do and that will inform how they respond to it, because i know i can be bombastic but it's never that serious. i just sound like that because my brain came off god's secret menu.

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#5

Sam and Dean in Heaven

Dean: Time for bed, Sammy

Sam: Dean, this is heaven, we don't need to sleep.

Dean: Sam, I said I would sleep when I'm dead and I meant it.

Sam: Okay, but why do I have to...?

Dean: C'mon, Sammy, you know you're my weighted blanket.

Sam: ...this heaven inhibition loss thing is serious 😳

101 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#4

Caretaker!Dean in the Bunker

A Hurt/Comfort-ish Wincest Rec List Featuring Baby Brother Sammy and Domestic Winchesters

💜 My Only Home by non_tiembo_mala

Rating: Explicit | Words: 12819 | No Warnings Apply

Summary: Dean's been gone a while, running wild with a twisted soul and black eyes. When Sam finally brings him back, Dean realizes his little brother hasn't been doing well in his absence, and he has more important things to worry about than what he did as a demon.

Additional Tags: Wincest - Freeform, first time in a long time, Post-Episode: s10e03 Soul Survivor, Pre-series and Early Series Flashbacks, Eating Disorders, Thoughts of Self-harm, Pining, Angst, Masturbation, Come Eating, Hurt/Comfort, Bottom Sam, Anal Sex, Felching, Snowballing

My Note: flashbacks to Sam pining for Dean as a teen, but no underage sex with a partner

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💜 Safe, Sane, and Consentual by TooOldToCare8353

Rating: Explicit | Words: 2808 | Chose Not to Warn

Summary: Fixing the relationship, the Winchester way. Not necessarily the right way to get there, but it works for them.

Additional Tags: BDSM, Breathplay, MOL Dungeon, Dom Dean Winchester, Sub Sam Winchester, Manacles, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dubious Consent

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💜 Dean does Not like a sick Sammy... but he loves her all the same. By Magnoliachild

Rating: Mature | Words: 3941 | No Warnings Apply

Summary: They get to town for a hunt, but the day after they get there, Dean notices Sammy napping...face down on a motel table.... in the middle of the afternoon.............. FUCK.

Sammy is sick. Dean doesn't like it when Sammy is sick, but sue him for liking how nice he can be when she is...

Additional Tags: Bathing/Washing, Sick Sam Winchester, Caring Dean Winchester, Fluff, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Sam Winchester, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Always Female Sam Winchester, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural)

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💜 lullabies by chiliscale

Rating: Explicit | Words: 970 | No Warnings Apply

Summary: Sam´s staying up late, Dean doesn´t care for that shit.

Additional Tags: Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Dean taking care of Sam, Domestic Fluff

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💜 Steady by non_tiembo_mala

Rating: Teen+ | Words: 1441 | No Warnings Apply

Summary: Sam has an attack. Dean works him through it.Set somewhere in S11 because I can't stop thinking about strong, beautiful Sammy being all fucked up because of friggin' Lucifer.

Additional Tags: Wincest - Freeform, Nightmares, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles

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💜 Getting Down And Out by verucasalt123

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103 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

"The man"

"The other man"

"The [hair color] man"

"The older man"

SAY HIS BROTHER. SAY THE OLDER/YOUNGER BROTHER. OR USE THEIR NAMES FFS. DON'T DO THIS TO MEEEEE

111 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#2

Wincest Case Fic Recs

I've been on a case fic kick for a month and found some really good stuff, so I thought I'd make a rec list.

There's a mix of who tops/bottoms here, but I thiiiink it leans vers or bottom!Sam.

Summer Film Festival of Death by OldToadWoman

Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 22 | Word Count: 127,707

Summary: Sam's point of view as he and Dean go on a hunt at a Florida movie theater where a person has died at every Saturday matinee for a month. They are short on clues leaving them an excessive amount of time to watch movies and drink booze and there's nothing to distract Sam from his increasingly inappropriate thoughts about his brother.

My Notes: This is the fic that started my case fic spree. It has EVERYTHING: pining, movie dates, awesome location vibes, getting together, a main overarching case, side cases, great OCs that enrich the story without taking the spotlight. I even like what they did with Mary and Cas in this.

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Suave & Complicated by OldToadWoman  

Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 11 | Word Count: 56,923

Summary: Sam and Dean discover a useful, little, magical artifact. No one is forcing them to do anything. No one is going to die if they don't. They don't even feel a strange compulsion. But… it would be really helpful if they powered up the magical stone… and… all they have to do is kiss.

My Notes: I actually passed by this one a few times because the summary made me think it’d be crackish. But after reading Summer Film Festival of Death, I knew I had to give it a shot. I’m really glad I did!

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Finding Harmony by road_rhythm

Rating: Teen+ | Chapters: 1 | Word Count: 13,077

Summary: A sense of peace and wellbeing washed over Sam and Dean the moment they passed the town limits. That was how they knew they were in deep shit.

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The Last Rites and Resurrection of Sam Winchester by iamremy 

Rating: Teen+ | Chapters: 9 | Word Count:  21,031

Summary: An outbreak of violent murder-suicides. Death echoes. A centuries-old djinn. It's a formidable combination on a good day. And on a bad day? Well, on a particularly bad day, it all culminates in Dean burying his brother. Alive.

My Notes: I kind of have a thing for wincest djinn fics. This one has a different spin. &lt;3

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The Road Rhythm Outro by brokenlittleboy 

Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 16 | Word Count: 50,437

Summary: Set after season three. A routine hunt goes horribly wrong when Dean decides to engineer their plan in a way that will get Sam to deliver the killing shot. After Sam confesses that he wants them to leave the life, Dean is convinced that by letting Sam be hero and save the day, Sam will change his mind. But he doesn't account for a break in a balcony railing and one completely broken little brother. Things go beyond their control and the two of them must settle down in a quiet town in Michigan, but Dean's harboring guilt and Sam is so, so, so lost, and he doesn't understand why Dean avoids him or why their road life has fizzled away. A curtain fic dealing with permanent injury, angst, and various types of trauma, and fluffy domesticity.

My Notes: Be prepared for angst, feels, and a happy ending.

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The Bennington Triangle by NaughtyPastryChef 

Rating: Teen+ | Chapters: 1 | Word Count: 8,822

Summary: Not long after Sam leaves college behind and starts hunting with his brother again, he finds a series of disappearances in Bennington Vermont going back hundreds of years. It started with just a few and was infrequent but whatever is taking these people and leaving no trace is getting greedier as the years pass. The boys travel to Vermont to look into the case, but Dean isn’t feeling like himself and it’s got Sam concerned.

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169 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Early seasons Sam being like: I need to get away and be my own person. I want to live a safe life where I'm not constantly worried my loved ones are going to die, and if that means leaving my family that's probably for the best, actually.

Mid seasons Sam being like: My relationship with my brother is so fucked up. I keep trying to make us be separate people, but despite all our fighting we keep letting our trauma bond pull us together. We're horrible and we hurt people, why can't we break up right 😭

Late seasons Sam being like: I know we're totally unhealthy and I should want us to be better, but this is Us and I'm Ride or Die, bitch. If I get the opportunity to literally fuse together I'm taking it.

298 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

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i like to ask these questions about peoples interests when they need something to talk about...are there any songs that remind you of spamton? any songs that remind you of alien nine? :3 hope you get feeling better soon!!

Hi anonymous thank you so so very much for your question, pondering this alone has helped me reroute my focus, it's very helpful. I appreciate you asking a lot <3 I got very detailed in answering this so I'm putting it under a read more, please enjoy

Surprisingly with as adoring as I am of alien 9, I don't have all too many songs that I directly associate with it? Something about that interest of mine feels very different than all my other interests in which I'm drawn to associate songs with characters or the source material itself. And I'm not sure I could name that difference for you exactly, that's just how it seemed to turn out. I think maybe because alien 9 feels more like a profound open-and-closed art piece rather than something you can delve into just for fun. It has something to say; it's a serious and heavy statement, no more. Not to say I have an issue with folks who *do* decide to delve deeper into it in terms of fandom or song associations, I personally just don't have that pull towards those elements of it. Sometimes I will hear a song though that has a instrumental backing track very similar to the alien 9 ost, and being that it's ost is very striking in terms of how it's arranged, that always sticks out to me. Very sorry I don't have more of a proper answer to give you here!

As for spamton, I have plenty believe me. I was actually just talking to my boyfriend about this the other day, but I tend to associate a lot of 60s and 70s music with him rather than anything else! The playlist I have for him actually doesn't have very many modern songs on it. But before I share any specific songs for this I want to write up a little bit of a reasoning as for why this is.

If we go along with the implications of his origins, we can assume that spamton was born in 1978. He obviously wouldn't have grown up alongside a vast amount of 60s and 70s music right when it was released for this reason, but I think its similar to how a majority of kids grow up listening to music their parents/past generations used to listen to... just kind of a thing you run into and then latch onto bc its such a foundational thing in childhood. That applies to spam too!! I've always imagined music from that time period to be his favorite. It's either easy listening or it's a good dancey tune, both of which are winners in my book. I do believe he'd appreciate the calmness of easy listening 60s/70s actually. I know a lot of people say "oh yeah show this dude hyperpop or some other crazy shit he'd love it" but I truly have to disagree... it feels like that'd overwhelm him if you ask me, he needs something to temper his own erratic nature. Not to mention how it may sound kind of similar to certain phone calls he may or may not have received. Might be pretty unpleasant, to say the least

All this being said: here are a few songs which remind me of him!

Heaven Can Wait by Dean Martin is a really big one for me which is. Slightly embarrassing (๑-﹏-๑) I admittedly do associate a lot of romantic 60s/70s songs with him because well for one I think he's just the type to listen to stuff like that. But also I am love with him. Hope this helps. It's a good song regardless!!

Fairly obvious I feel like but Cars by Gary Numan is also a very big song for him I think. A focus on cars... phone motifs... mentions of "images" in the sense of visions and/or perceptions of someone... generally just an anxious demeanor and sense of wrongness present throughout its entirety... this song's got it all

As for a relatively modern one (2001), the newest song that's come to remind me of him is I Want Wind To Blow by The Microphones. The lyrics are very reminiscent of him to me! Particularly the second verse

Very long-winded answer to your question but I hope this gives you some insight! I'd be happy to provide more songs or explanations if need be. Feeling much better after writing this thank you very very much anon I hope you have a wonderful night

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*I remember when this happened. It was an amazing Hack to me and my friends at the time. I remember my friend John obtained a video cassette of it like super quick. Like 2 days later and we were in Detroit and this had happened in Chicago so that was pretty quick for the time. Chicago was a 6 hour drive away and yeah we had all drove it at one time or another, but it just seemed so quick for him to have a tape of this. And it wasn't like the whole Doctor Who episode, it was just the hacks on the tape.

Well he wouldn’t tell us where he got it. He was radio guy, that was what he was really into. Radio. Like CB's and stuff and was always going on and on about how everyone was going to use phones in a couple of years and they were super easy too hack and you'd be able to listen in to anybody ... I didn't know enough about that to know if he was right or not. Maybe he was, because he sure called it that everyone would have phones. But I don't know about the listening in and all of that.

Anyhow he was also one of my ‘Computer Friends’ and I don’t mean we knew each other on the net. At this time there wasn’t a public net. He (and a few others and me) were really, really into computers. You know getting them to do things, instead of just talking to each other or playing games on. We were all into getting them to other things.

I was mainly into what they could do with relation to controlling machines etc. I had this thought of applying industrial CNC (computer numerical control) into really, really refined art like Painting. But anyhow that’s another thing. I was a weirdo artsy-fartsy teen.

So Anyhow John had this tape. And we watched it, and were amazed as only like 16 year old kids can be when they see such a Fantastic act of rebellion.

Because you really had to know your shit to hack a live TV Broadcast. And you would have to be like right there at the tower and it would take a ton of power.

This was not something you could do just from a keyboard siting around. I mean some serious planning and hardware would be needed. And also whoever did this had a pretty big set (at least enough room to spin that corrugated metal sheet behind ‘Max’).

And all of this really spun my head too. I mean I honestly thought that this could be the future of tagging. But instead of spray painting on a building… you could tag actual Live TV Broadcasts! Wowzers! How Amazing would that be?!!

but it wasn’t meant to be. I guess there's rebellion and there's a lot of work... And risk... I mean yeah we were all kids, but pissing off the FCC didn't seem like a good idea at all.

Anyhow they never caught who did it either, and yep here is one of the best video’s I have found about this Amazing piece of Rebellion from a million years ago when I was a teen.

Today in History: #TheMaxHeadroomIncident Nov 22, 1987 Two Chicago television stations are hijacked by an unknown pirate dressed as Max Headroom.

( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Headroom_signal_hijacking )