#( Zero wouldn't really have many associates in his life )

[itsabouttimex2]

Amazing job at writing the new part as always! It flows nicely and you can easily tell how familiar Macaque & MC without making him OOC. Honestly i admire your grasp at these characters and ability of doing something as complex as interactive series. I'm kinda curious how do you plan things and how far ahead but only if you want to share it ofc.

Going back to the actually piece- it actually made me look up the meanings of flowers despite the original thought of it only being because of the color association. Two first flowers have pretty easy and basic meaning. I can see why the edgy (/affectionate) mentor wouldn't want them near his home.

Freesia - friendship trust innocence

yellow roses - friendship, joy and similar stuff

The one choosen by Macaque are a little more interesting.

Tansies - immortality, resistance, "I declare against you", sometimes used in medicine

black dahlias - (warning of) betrayal, sadness, (not specified black ones: dignity, good luck, elegance)

I'm guessing the tansies are about him being bitter about the Wukong and their more practical use. Black dahlias could be about Monkey King but also some kind of foreshadowing depending on our choice. Or I'm reading into it too much.

Hopefully I'm not overthinking it or completely missing the point (and if i am, I'm really,really sorry). Just wanted to share it in case other readers didn't look it up + i know some people like to see their work analysed but if i'm going to far please let me know! Have a good day/night! :]

(Sorry for any mistakes and feel free to delete the ask)

Oh my god, thank you so much! That’s such a sweet thing to say! (Please never stop analyzing my work I put a lot of effort into it💜💜)

🌻🌻I’ll start with flowers: you are right on the money here. Freesia especially are bright and colorful blooms, coming in many different gorgeous colors. Yellow roses are just the same, bright and cheery and so similar to the sun.

And, given that freesia come in orange and yellow… it’s possible the potted plants were a living reminder of Sun Wukong that Macaque finally got sick of and ripped apart. Or he just took advantage of someone else shredding the innocent flowers and took something that Y/N worked hard on and changed it to his liking instead. (Written to be ambiguous as to which scenario occurred.)

Notably, the new flowers not only match his own personal feelings, but even his color scheme! Yellow, then red and black. Twice over do these flowers symbolize him, something he took and changed to make more suitable to his tastes and feelings.

But he’s not the one who takes care of them- no, it’s Y/N who is dedicated to seeing them grow.

His student tending and nurturing the flowers that represent Macaque, while Macaque destroys/allows the destruction of the flowers that represent his student. Huh. Funny.

Okay flower rant done.🌻🌻

Macaque is such an interesting character to write, given that there’s a spike of cruelty barbing out from almost every action he takes. I think a lot of people have forgotten that the man hasn’t had a redemption arc in canon- he displays zero regret for, say… manipulating and trying to kill MK. Or leveling the Dragon Palace of the East Sea. Or assaulting Tang, a strict non-combatant. Or holding Mei’s life hostage.

He doesn’t feel bad for doing any of these. If he does, he’s keeping tight-lipped about it. No apologies. No direct atonement.

And even on the extremely rare circumstance that he’s being “kind”, like deciding to stop torturing MK in Shadowplay, it comes across as almost “I’m bored with you, you aren’t fun anymore.”

He’s not a good guy. So even with Y/N, who he genuinely does care for, there’s this level of manipulation.

Like, he calls Y/N adorable, which sounds nice… but there’s almost a level of victim-blaming to it. No matter how roundabout his words, Macaque basically says to his own student: “If you looked different, people wouldn’t bother you, so let me change the way you look.”

And they trust him enough to agree.

Or letting them cook in fear outside his door when he’s clearly near enough to open it, but dropping the act when they start to break down.

He’s such an interesting character to write ugh I love it.

I had a lot of the routes planned pretty far out, actually, and I’ll give a few examples of what was planned:

Spider Demon Y/N was sort of naive and excitable, but was going to mature/sour after realizing that their beloved queen was, in fact, the bad guy. They were going to have to come to terms with her necessary defeat and their own part in betraying her, as well as living on after you’ve cut ties to your family. Then, readers were going to be able to pick one other henchman to convince to join the heroes.

Dragon Y/N was going to have to both gain Ao Guang’s (their father) approval to live on the surface, and decide how they felt about MK possessing the Ruyi Jingu Bang. They fought using two strings of beaded pearls, utilizing them as whips and grappling hooks to maneuver around the battle field. Also, they hated Macaque. Genuinely throwing hands on sight if they saw that edgy rat.

Heir/Proxy Y/N was going to be a pretty miserable and clingy person, having spent most of their life alone on account of both the LBD and Mayor’s influence. Overcoming their fears and anxieties of being unlovable was going to be a massive part of the journey, learning to love themself and be loved in turn. They were going to have to learn to master the powers forcibly implanted into their body, trying to prevent themself from being sacrificed for power to aid LBD’s onwards path to ‘destiny’.

Ne Zha’s Y/N was going to be cute and polite, very excited to explore the mortal realm outside the grasp of their overprotective mentor/brother. They were also going to have to deal with the first two lotus princes (also overprotective) and Ao Bing, who served as a dear friend.

Sun Wukong’s Y/N was going to be his estranged child who was bitter over ML inheriting the staff instead of them. They were going to despise him for never training them, having to find masters and teachers elsewhere all across the world. In turn, he was desperately trying to make amends and reestablish a strong bond with his cherished progeny, hoping to reconnect eventually.

Also Mei was going to call Y/N “Broth-Face”.

#Time Talks #Choose Your Own Adventure #A Brand New Journey

[nanabansama]

Why does teru hate supernaturals so much

I think the best chapters you could read to get a feel for Teru's dislike of supernaturals would be 9, 10, 72, and 97.

Teru explains in ch. 72 that because being an exorcist is a 24/7 job, he hasn't had a day off in years. We've seen that Teru has been working as one since he was at least 8, which means he had zero time to enjoy his childhood.

Just look! AidaIro even drew art of him staring longingly at an arcade. Poor little guy...

This isn't the long and short of it, but it paints a pretty bleak picture. I wouldn't exactly be able to blame him for hating supernaturals out of resentment for this alone.

Being forced to fight supernaturals since he was young has given Teru many opportunities to see the uglier sides to them, as well. We've already seen some pretty nasty ones in the manga, haven't we? And I'm sure Teru has seen supernaturals bring real harm to people, whether that be through lifelong injury, mental scars, or worse, death itself.

Not only is all of that traumatizing, but he was indoctrinated into being an exorcist at a ridiculously young age. I haven't heard a single character bring this up as problematic in the manga itself, despite the very real danger Teru was facing. Kou admires him and was even jealous about it, since Kou was stuck doing household chores instead.

This just goes to show that Kou has been indoctrinated, too, but Teru feasibly has no reason to blame anything but supernaturals for his lot in life. If there were no supernaturals, he wouldn't have to keep doing this--and why would he ever blame the very people he's working for? They're the good guys, the ones fighting to protect the innocent. It could even be his very own father making him do this. How ungrateful he would look to cast any blame on his father and the senior exorcists...

Eh, now that last part is me guessing a little, but given that we've only ever seen Teru express dislike for supernaturals, I think it's a valid reading of his character. That said, I don't think he's entirely brainwashed, and I could still easily see him acknowledging that what happened to him wasn't fair and harboring secret resentment towards the exorcists. It's just inappropriate to express that aloud, and especially in the very loud way Teru expresses hate for supernaturals. It also makes more sense for him to like the exorcists more by default because he associates positive things with them, unlike supernaturals which have been nothing but bad news.

Teru is a great character in the manga since I feel it's easy to understand why he is the way he is, but he hides so much behind a facade (like Hanako) it's hard to know what he's really thinking sometimes. Writing this post has made this very clear to me. Given that we have seen Teru react very immaturely at times, though, I imagine that his hatred doesn't stem from some super deep and logical reason. And since his mother was revealed to have died from postpartum complications, I doubt there was some tragic childhood event involving supernaturals that made him this way, either. His childhood itself is the tragic event. (._.`)

So in conclusion, I think Teru hates supernaturals because he was indoctrinated from a young age to fear and eradicate them, that this constant exposure to the ugly side of supernaturals has only cemented this hatred, that his 24/7 exorcist job has been a source of great stress for him and ruined his childhood, and that hating supernaturals is not only a socially acceptable form of stress relief, but that it's the only valid form of resentment his upbringing has conditioned him to have.

I hope this helped! I do urge you to reread the manga and jump to your own conclusions, though. And who knows? Maybe you'll reach a conclusion you like more than mine!

#asks #teru minamoto #jshk #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun

[foggyfanfic]

Queer Madrigals

I'm about to post a couple future!fic for Encanto, so I figured I'd take a minute to talk about my headcanons when it comes to their genders/sexualities.

The Obvious: I've posted somewhat in depth about what I think Bruno and Isabela's individual deals are, so I'm not going to really talk about it here, but yeah. Using the labels I am familiar with, I assume Bruno is demi, bi, and nonbinary, and that Isabela is a lesbian who ends up marrying a trans woman.

The Married: I mean, we can sit here all day and speculate, but the only real headcanons I got are that Juli is demi and Pepa has made out with more women than Bruno.

Mirabel: I've mentioned this, but I didn't really talk about it. Due to heteronormativity I suspect it wouldn't occur to Mirabel to question her sexuality until later in life when the Pride movement starts up. I think she's bi, possibly also demi, but most definitely not very focused on her love life (another reason why she doesn't think too hard about her sexuality). She's got shit to do and if somebody wants to date her they better speak up about it because she's got too many projects going on right now to bother with mind games. Mirabel ends up with a man mostly by coincidence, I saw somebody do the numbers and its just statistically more likely that a bi person will end up with somebody of the opposite sex (the math didn't factor for gender). I try to keep all of my headcanons grounded to peoples lived experiences, and this felt historically accurate.

Luisa: I think that if Luisa were a tumblrina she would end up being CIS+, but would have to go through the journey of exploring her gender due to societal biases. In the context of 1950's Colombia, she spends her youth hearing abuelas and tias talking about how she needs to be more feminine if she wants a husband, and struggles with that for a while. Luisa sings "I glow because I know what my worth is" and that's the sort of thing somebody says when they're on the other side of some serious self doubt, so I do think she had to deal with a bit of misogyny and body image issues. The thing is, Luisa likes the way she looks, and she's proud of what a hard worker she is, but she also wears ribbons in her hair and skirts instead of pants to work in. Furthermore, I suspect every bi person in the village, male or female, has a huge fucking crush on her because if she was a modern tumblrina people would be responding to pictures of her with that "not to be a lesbian but oh my god" stuff. I headcanon her as being technically cishet, but culturally gay due to people being people about the whole Woman with Biceps thing, if that makes sense. Once she starts allowing herself some free time, she dates every bi man in the village.

Dolores: Morosexual. No offense Mariano.

Camilo: You know how gender is a product of your culture and different societies throughout history have had different ideas of how many genders there are and what it means to be a man or woman? I think being able to turn into a woman at will would have an effect on Camilo's relationship with his gender. Like, I don't know if he would be full nonbinary, because I have never met a shapeshifter and asked them how they feel about gender, but I can't imagine he sees gender as a rigid binary. Like I said, I try to stay grounded in my headcanons, and I have zero idea what the lived experience of a shapeshifter is, soooooo...?

Antonio: I have spent a long time weighing the options here, his association with animals makes me think he would be the least traditional Madrigal, so I would like to think he'd end up in the least conventional relationship. I posted a list of headcanons where I floated the idea of him being poly, but I like the idea of him being aroace better. I stand by the rest of it, though. He marries a lesbian, let's her girlfriend move in with them, and he's just kinda there. Like, the women consider themselves married to each other and he's just some guy who talks to birds. They're his best friends and thinks he's pretty great but the only time he has sex is when him and the wives want kids, and other than that he's just vibing. I arrived at this headcanon because I love the idea of him being sorta a reverse Bruno. Like, people think he has two wives so everybody assumes he's this total lady killer, they sing songs about how charming he is, rumors abound that he can make a girl swoon with a single smile, then you talk to him and he's just some guy. Occasionally, a woman will throw herself at him and he's like "No thanks" then starts having a conversation with her cat. Do you see my vision? Anyone? I don't care if nobody else thinks it's funny, because I'm giggling at my computer.

#encanto #queer Madrigals #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #foggy headcanons #encanto headcanons

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Now that we're talking about it... how do you think the fandom would react to jimin getting caught dating a woman?

I don't think they'd care that much lol. Strictly talking about armys, real armys. I really think the great majority would be chill about it.

I think something that plays a big role in how fans react to that stuff, has to do with the sense of ownership a lot got over the idols. But there's also different kind of "ownerships" I've seen people express. Like, there's different reasons fans feel entitled to the idol's life.

Y/ns think of them as their boyfriends, or as a close friend at least. Because they feel such "connection" or like they're giving their minds and hearts to the idol, then they deserve to be part of the idol's personal life. This happens a lot with stalkers. Most of the people who expose an idol's dating life are actually fans who feel betrayed and are angry and upset that the idol is dating, so their payback is exposing them.

I think the reactions to an idol dating, mostly depend on how much of that type of fandom he has. That, and shippers.

I admittedly don't see that much of armytwt, but from what I know, not many people seem to feel that way about Jimin. They don't seem to feel that entitlement to his personal life, like the parasocial relationship is not strong enough as for someone to feel like Jimin is betraying them, or leaving them out of the loop because he didn't admit to having a girlfriend. In short, I don't think there's many who think of him as a boyfriend. I'm not saying there's ZERO, just that not enough to make significant noise about it.

They love Jimin, but they don't feel ownership or entitlement to his private life like that.

Even the pjms who are entitled, it's mostly related to his career/music, like it's most likely they'll feel disappointed in him because they don't agree with his career choices, than because he's dating or something.

So that's why I think armys wouldn't care that much. In fact, a lot of them didn't care that much about taennie. It was only a big deal because it was JENNIE, not because Taehyung was dating. Some of them did have a moment of "so he's not gay?" but they overcame it quickly. The majority was so against accepting it simply because it was Jennie and they don't like her, or her group. Something similar happened with mijoo, where the thing that was probably the most scandalous was that she was so unconventional with the face tattoos and the piercings and the tomboy look. Many kept comparing her to IU, whose Jungkook had mentioned before as his ideal type. The way Mijoo looked and her profession were the reason most of his Japanese and Chinese fans had the worst reaction to it. As I've said once, it wouldn't have been the same if he was seen with someone like, Mina or Tzuyu from twice who are pretty, cute, soft spoken, don't have tattoos, etc. Every stereotype you could think of.

Because armys are in a way, a lot like a poc gradma that are controlling of BTS image and how the people they associate with can or might affect it. They're already wary of BTS friends; with a partner is going to be worse and they won't accept it unless they absolutely have to, and that would take a member himself confirming to the relationship. They haven't really "accepted" taennie, but they all know it existed. They won't publicly acknoledged it because it's Jennie and because Taehyung never confirmed it so they might feel like "we don't talk about Bruno", but they all know it happened.

I don't think it's even necessary to talk about shippers because that's pretty obvious the whys and hows. I do think it's valid to mention though, that jikookers (because it's honestly Jimin's ONLY ship), most of them already believe he's bi, so seeing him with a woman wouldn't really be surprising. But they'd definitely get sad and upset on behalf of Jungkook and act like Jimin abandoned him or something.

Which I think relates to what I talked about here:

Not the mention the fact that Jungkook and Taehyung have kind of already ripped the dating bandaid off. After knowing that Taehyung smoked, seeing Yoongi and Jungkook smoking wasn't so "scandalous". I think people eventually get used to seeing idols from the same group dating or doing whatever after it's already happened a few times.

So, yeah. I honestly think people would be chill about it. It would only be hell because of the same reasons everything about Jimin is scrutinized and put on blast as if it was the worst thing ever, and that's because of taekookers and Tae/kook solo stans who are hellbent on turning the most human normal things into a scandal and use them to try and make it sound like he's unworthy of love. I mean, they're still using Paris 2019 as if it's evidence of a crime.

[beef-bakery]

I'm thirsty for fluff&angst and if i can ask for young!SilcoXreader something like their own newborn daughter died after birth, but Silco finds a newborn (baby Jinx) next to her dead parents (and toddle Vi if you want <3) and reader with Silco are just in love with their baby girl (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Thank you! thank you

Um wow I love this idea?? I had so much fun w this?? Muah kisses 4 u ;)

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Rating: pre-act one!Silco x gn!Reader - SFW - 2.2k words

Warnings: death of a baby, not graphic, canonical type violence, no pronouns used for reader but gave birth so take that as you will

Silco really needed fresh air. Obviously he couldn't get much down where he had hidden himself, so going against his morals, he headed East. Everyone, even Zaunties, knew the air was better in Piltover.

Silco’s heart ached at that. If only he could've done something, provided more, done more, it wouldn't have ended up this way.

Silco tried to push that line of thinking out of his mind but, much like the air in Zaun, it was suffocating. He couldn't think of anything else but what had happened.

You were closing in on the end of your pregnancy, belly nearly big enough to burst. He had done all he could to provide you comfort, delegating as many jobs to his associates as possible, trying to spend as much time with you as he could.

He still hadn’t been there at the most important time, when your daughter was born. It wasn't pleasant, coming home to your sobbing body wrapped around a lifeless lump.

A stillbirth, the doctor said. Most likely a side effect of the poor quality of life in Zaun. It wasn't uncommon.

Silco hadn’t seen the body. He zeroed in on you, having someone take your child away. He held you as you fought against him, screaming to let you go. He held you as you beat against his chest, crying tears into his shirt. He held you as you went limp in his arms, eyes dry and lifeless, staring at nothing.

You didn't have energy anymore. It had been taken like the baby’s first breath, gone like it was never there in the first place.

And yet Silco stayed by your side, feeding you what little you’d accept, tending to you when you wouldn't move.

Silco felt the cabin fever setting in after the sixth day. He had spent all his time with you, neglecting his own needs. He didn’t mind, but he needed to recharge his own battery.

Saying goodbye to you was hard, and Silco pressed a kiss to your forehead as he left Sevika to tend to you.

Silco realized he wasn't experiencing the same kind of grief as you. He’d formed a bond with the baby, of course, but he hadn't carried her, hadn't felt all of her movements until they stopped. Perhaps he was overcompensating with you, suffocating you with every action to make up for the lack of grief he felt.

His footsteps echoed through the empty streets. Although it was night, which tended to bring out the partiers, the rain had driven them all away. It had stopped a few moments ago, leaving Silco only slightly damp.

As he approached the bridge connecting Zaun and Piltover, Silco stopped smelling fresh air, instead inhaling smoke and ash.

Against his better judgment, Silco continued forward, curious. The bridge was alight, most likely a mission gone wrong from what was left of the Children of Zaun. The rain had done nothing to quell the fire; it must have been gas.

Silco neared closer to the bridge, observing it with keen eyes. Several enforcers worked to put out the fire, siphoning water from below. Silco snorted. If there was one thing he had learned from living in Zaun, it was that the water wasn’t good for anything; not even putting out fires, gas or other.

Silco observed, amused, leaning on a pillar as he watched the men work.

They should really use something to smother the fire, he thought. They would get nowhere with water.

Silco turned back around, deciding he had enough, when suddenly he heard the sound of sniffling to his right. Silco turned around, eyes searching for the source of the noise, only to be pulled down to the floor.

A couple feet away from him on the bridge was a little girl, no more than three. She crouched in front of a limp body, hands rocking it side to side. Silco was about to leave again - orphans were no rarity in Zaun - when he heard a small whine.

Turning back around, Silco noticed a small bundle at the little girl’s feet. It began to stir, small arms emerging from the blanket it was wrapped in. The little girl picked up the bundle in one hand, using her other to push against the body.

“Shh,” she shushed the baby, a tearful sound. “Mama, come on, wake up, Mama.”

Silco found himself moving unconsciously, crossing over to the girl in a few swift steps. He gently took the bundle from the girl, soothing it with a few sways. Surprisingly the girl allowed him, giving up quickly. She rested her head on top of the body, her own wracked with silent sobs.

Once again, Silco found himself reaching down to soothe the girl, running a hand along her back. She soothed almost instantly at the touch, her body openly relaxing. She calmed ever so slightly before coming back to her senses.

She looked up at him with wide eyes before attaching herself to his leg. Snot and tears dripped onto his pants as she gripped onto him with such force that Silco thought she was trying to stop the blood from traveling through his leg.

He gently pried her from him, but she latched onto his arm next, looking at him with such desperation that he could see himself in her watery eyes.

“Please,” she begged, her voice raspy from crying. It was a cadence he was familiar with, having spent his past few days with you. “Don't leave me.”

“I won't,” Silco promised, pulling his arm out of her grip to take her hand.

She held onto him as if he were a lifeline, following him as they headed back West.

The trip was longer than it would've taken had he come back solo. The little girl didn't say anything the whole way, not even when she tripped into a puddle. She only gathered herself quickly, running back to his side like if he left she’d never see him again. She never seemed to grow tired, only more resilient as they trekked farther.

It seemed to have taken ages to get back to the house when he finally nodded to one of his underlings. The door opened and no one was as eager to get into the house as the little girl.

She rushed in, immediately stepping in front of him, arms out. Silco cocked his head to the side, confused.

“Powder,” she said, indicating to the baby in his arms. Silco leaned down, placing the baby, Powder, into her outstretched arms. Silco hadn't realized it before, too preoccupied with the girl in front of him, but the baby was uncharacteristically good.

From what you had read to him from the baby books, babies were often fussy over anything, needing to be changed, lack of sleep, hunger, or even uncomfortability. The baby - Powder - was good, sleeping through the whole journey back, her chest rising with deep breaths.

Only when Silco moved the baby did she finally fuss. She turned over in the blanket, reaching for something, settling the cloth of the girl’s shirt when the girl cradled her tenderly. Powder gripped onto it with tight fists, breathing in her sister’s scent. She relaxed again, gurgling quietly.

Silco found himself smiling. He hadn't thought he’d like children, sans his own, but the scene in front of him was so sweet that he couldn't help it. He wiped the smile from his face as soon as he noticed, schooling his features into a neutral expression.

The little girl bounced the baby when she fussed again, looking up at Silco with wide eyes.

“Sorry sir, but do you have food for her? She's hungry.”

Silco stilled for a moment before nodding. He walked over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He mixed powdered baby formula in before heating it up. After testing the temperature on the back of his hand, Silco transferred the formula into a bottle. He turned around to give the bottle to the little girl, but found that she had fallen asleep on the floor, the baby still in her arms.

Silco set the bottle on the counter, gathering the girl into his arms, depositing her on the couch. He pulled a blanket over her and gathered Powder in one arm, bottle in the other. He sat at the kitchen table, being able to see both the girl and the front door.

Powder took the bottle well, latching on and sucking heartily. It made Silco’s heart flutter ever so slightly, watching the baby, so content with so little. Once she finished the bottle, Silco set it in the sink, taking her to the nursery.

It had become a graveyard over the past six days. Anything that reminded you of your lost child had been condemned to the nursery. The bassinet stood tall, something he had built for your baby, who was now gone.

He placed Powder inside and she almost instantly fell asleep. Silco stood there for a moment, admiring her vulnerability. She was content with so little, just like you.

You hadn't asked for anything more once you had him back. Once he came to you, limp, body unforgiving from the cool water of the River Pilt. You hadn't asked for anything even when he healed, when he gained enough awareness to know what he wanted and finally take it with no regard for the wellbeing of others.

It was a peaceful sight, the baby in the bassinet. He could almost delude himself into thinking Powder was your baby. He pulled himself from the sight, walking back through the living room to get to his bedroom.

The girl was in a deep sleep, her arm thrown over her head carelessly as she snored, quietly, but enough for him to huff a small chuckle.

He walked back into your shared bedroom.You hadn't moved from the bed, an unmoving lump surrounded by an array of tissues. He approached quietly, his footsteps padded by the carpet. He leaned over and smoothed back your hair, seeing that you were asleep. Sleep seemed to be the only peace you’d had since your daughter had passed.

He pulled back the covers and slid between them, his arms coming to rest on your waist. Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch, your back slotting against his front; a perfect fit.

Perhaps he would’ve been more inclined to observe your tranquility, especially since it was so rare nowadays, but he found sleep overtaking him sooner than he’d pleased.

The stale air woke him gradually. Silco’s sleep-addled mind reached out for some semblance of warmth, only to be met with empty bed sheets.

Alarms went off in his mind as his fingertips touched the slightly warm area where you had lain. Silco’s eyes snapped open as he sat up in bed, his head swimming with sleep.

The door to your bedroom was slightly ajar and movement could be heard from outside. Silco got to his feet, pushing open the door wider.

As he stepped into the main threshold, he saw that the girl was gone, no longer asleep on the couch. Silco approached the nursery, where the noises seemed to originate from.

He opened the door slowly, praying that the girl’s disappearance didn't have any heinous ties to yours. Silco was pleasantly surprised when he saw you in the middle of the room, bouncing the baby on your hip, the little girl running circles around your feet.

The little girl smiled a toothy grin, giggles escaping breathlessly as she ran faster. You turned quickly, keeping the baby from her. You turned to your right and Silco caught a glimpse of you.

You were smiling - a genuine, large smile, one that took up your entire face. You looked refreshed, not nearly the same person who had been bedridden the past couple of days.

“Uh-uh, Vi,” you chided playfully, pulling the baby higher up on your hip. “You have to calm down if you want to hold your sister.”

The girl - Vi - was breathless as she spoke. “I will!” She held out her arms, her chest heaving. “Now can I have her?”

You leaned down carefully, placing Powder in her arms. With the baby in Vi’s arms, it was shocking to realize how little she was. By herself, Vi looked capable, despite her small size. But the comparison once she held the bundle was alarming, Silco became acutely aware that she herself was only a child as well.

Your eyes met his as you straightened, your smile widening further. “Hi,” you said softly, reaching out for him.

He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and pulled away slowly, looking deep into your eyes. The shine was back, almost as if it had never left.

“Hi,” he replied tenderly, and although the two of you held each other as if you were the only two people in the world, both of you were keenly aware of the children a few feet away. With them there, it almost made your world whole.

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#I really wanted to make this angst w no happy ending but I’d feel bad #if u wanted to know what that would look like #it would be reader basically substituting powder for their lost baby and just obsessing over powder #like not letting her do anything by herself #just full helicopter mom #and when I mean obsessing #I mean OBSESSING #obsessing in the way that I obsess when things get bad #anyways #happy ending though #yay #also I put this in the drafts and then proceeded to have a heart attack because I couldn’t find it #silco #silco arcane #silco fic #silco fanfic #silco x reader #arcane x reader #reader insert #silco x gn reader #arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane fic #my work #my fic #ask #request fill

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I'm so glad you asked:

1. Cassidy is NOT "The one you shouldn't have killed" and we have proof of who is

It's revealed in the story "The man in room 1280" that Ultimate Custom Night is happening while William is in Hospice care following the last major fire he was in. We know that UCN is only possible because of "the one you should not have killed". They are the one directly allowing this to happen to William as stated by multiple voicelines from multiple different characters. In the story its revealed that he is being tormented by a boy in an Alligator mask with dark curly hair. This child is Andrew, yet another child associated with golden Fredbear. His corpse is seen inside of Fredbear's chest cavity in a previous story "The New Kid" as Devon is being eaten by Fredbear. Cassidy is not in control of the events happening to William during this time, she's just like the rest of the children, called back to torment their killer for as long as he lives, and Andrew is actively keeping William alive against his will. Andrew even goes as far as to materialize inside William's room as 3 separate nurses try to kill William to stop them from succeeding so he can continue his torment. Cassidy is not the ringleader she's thought out to be, she's no more in control of her fate as the rest of the dead children are.

2. William Afton only killed ONE person in the history of every Fazbear Frights story (as of book 6)

This one kill is of course only being counted as his because it's Springtrap related, but the Springtrap in question isn't even the real one. It's a computer model made after Springtrap for a vr experience, so again it's not technically William's kill. The rest of the kills caused directly from Fazbear Entertainment associated animatronics and products are actually the direct result of Andrew. Andrew is so consumed by his pain and want for revenge that it actually poisons the items it comes into contact with. This poison is what controls the items and makes them violent, William isn't at all involved in this because he's currently in ultimate custom hell in the hospice wing of a hospital. Even the one kill I'm GIVING him wasn't actually his own, it was a game program that gained sentience, and it most likely only gained that sentience because of Andrew. So yeah, William has actively killed zero people so far through 6 books, which is 18 short stories. He's not killing as many people as we previously thought but it's still not great. We're looking at like, 6-12 kills total instead of that plus each death in the shor stories (which would double that range).

3. Charlie and Andrew both are directly responsible for how far William got

So as we all know, it was the puppet putting children into the animatronics, we've all seen the various 8 bit retellings of this event. At least William wasnt that fucked in the head. However we ALSO know that the reason William wasnt charged when they took him into custody was because there were no bodies found, which in the eyes of the law meant they couldn't actually charge him with a crime because they couldn't prove it actually happened. So Charlie really blew that one for everyone by hiding the bodies inside the suits so they could have a second life for revenge (which also was a fucked up decision because who was she to make that decision for these children? We know from Susie's story that she just wants to go home, but she cant for long because every night Chica comes to collect her spirit. Susie is stuck in an existence she doesn't want because of the decision Charlie made for her, and thats fucked up all by itself.) Like I understand what Charlie was trying for, but the fact of the matter is not every child that was murdered wanted revenge on William, and so by hiding the bodies she actually let William get away with killing MORE children because he knew now that he wouldn't get caught.

And Andrew... well, remember how I said his emotions are so strong that they poison everything they come into contact with? William can't die now because of that poison... and as of Book 6's Stitchwraith Stinger... it actually made him stronger. It would seem that by inhabiting William's body and putting him through UCN... he poisoned his soul and accidentally made him an unstoppable force of evil. So now not only is William hell bent on getting his OWN revenge, he's now a lot stronger and a lot harder to kill because of the poison. He's also a 15 foot tall Stitchwraith of his own making (which he made out of nothing but his own spite and the broken pieces of the poisoned animatronics btw) and I have a feeling that kill count of his is about to skyrocket. If Andrew had just... let him die from the fire, William Afton would not be an issue anymore. Instead he made him stronger, and is directly responsible for how often this man comes back.

So yeah, William did a lot of not great things, but it was the actions of those around him that escalated it to where it is now. Charlie and Andrew both are just as much antagonists as William himself is. Charlie shouldnt have made that decision for each child, she shouldn't have trapped them and put them through hell like she did. Andrew should have just let William die instead of trying to enact some grand revenge, because now his poison is actively being harnessed and used to help William get his own revenge for the suffering he had to endure. This really could've ended at the first string of murders with William getting arrested but no, revenge seemed more important that saving the lives of countless others.

Anyway this will conclude the presentation, I will be opening the floor to questions at this time

#dave posting #link's asks #fnaf #William afton #fnaf cassidy #fnaf charlie emily #fnaf william afton #fazbear frights

[henrysfedora]

I have these two versions of Pepe and I think he's probably somewhere inbetween, but I yell thinking about both

Pepe, gentle giant that looks dumb but is actually considerate to people that matter to him

Pepe, the brute that gives zero fuck and slams you against the wall when you hit his nerve

(I want him to terrify people, but them also knowing Pepe wouldn't hurt them djsjsj)

that's basically how i see pepe too lmao, i think he's a gentle giant deep down, but with the worst anger issues you've ever seen. he genuinely loves people but, he doesn't really wanna socialise all that much either. he has good manners (for the most part) like carrying things for people, opening doors for people and letting them go through first. looking at people when they're talking to him, all that. he is in fact smart, people just associate him with dumb muscle right away i guess.

with him being threatening i think it's just, he's had to fulfil that role for so many years of his life, and he has an advantage because he looks scary too, you don't see a 6'6''-6'7'' guy everyday. maybe people around his part of town kept getting scared of him, and he realised he can use that to his advantage as well because, i can imagine no one likes living in little italy (which is where i'm assuming he was in town first) all that much. so realising he can get people to fuck off must've been a power trip. and since we don't know about his family, hell maybe he had a little sibling to look after or perhaps a friend and he just, was NOT letting them get hurt, no way, wasn't having it.

#idk brainrot orijfoeirjf #pepe my beloved #i still can't coherently explain how i think of him damn it #pepe costa

[ughwannasleep]

Um hi. 11 hours from now marks the 1 year of my partners death. She was 20 and died of melanoma, skin cancer, despite never going in the sun. Some fucked up miracle.

It's been probably 10 or 11 months since I posted. My grandmother (72) who was supposed to pass before Thanksgiving is still alive and at her last check, despite having zero treatment whatever was wrong with her is completely gone. And I know I should be happy but instead I'm still pretty pissed off that this old lady who is the MOST NEGATIVE person I've ever met is still alive and yet someone who was so young and kind and caring and was going to make the BEST teacher and foster parent is gone. I'll never understand.

It's been a long year. I fell into drinking really badly, slipped up with self harm a couple times. But I have found the best friend in the world, they happens to be my late partners best friend. We met in person the day of the memorial and have been inseperatable. We traveled across the country to the grandcanyon, went to our first concert, traveled to Miami. There's been a lot of good and bad this year. I quit my job. I wasn't doing good and it was just a constant reminder of the future I had planed with my partner. I'm a full time doordasher now. I'm taking my last 2 classes before I get my associates and I'm freeeee.

I'm still living with my grandmother but once I have the degree I'm hitting the road I hope. I lost my health insurance in January. I'm completely unmedicated. My bipolar has been really bad since the semester started. My depression keeps hitting new lows.

I've also recently realized that other than my best friend I'm completely alone. Our friend group had the 4 of us. And it was great earlier this year my best friend moved 1.5 hours up and lived with my mom next door. The 4 of us were getting drunk every single weekend for a while. The other 2 were also friends with my late partner. 1 had known her since they were in middle school.

Things changed over time though. I stopped drinking again. my partner hated it. It tore us apart 6 months before we started dating because of who I become when I drink. I stayed sober for a while after her passing out of respect for her memory. At some point me and my best friend started platonically flirting when we would drink. I flirt with everyone when I drink. I'm that person. I'm a hoe when I drink, that was part of the problem my partner had with it (justifiably).

Apparently 1 of the friend group had a problem with this. Never said anything to me, just to the other. Apparently it was disrespectful to her memory, to soon, all that jazz. And I get it in some ways I do. But also, I think it was disrespectful to get drunk with me every weekend. I'm an alcoholic. I can't just have 1 drink. It took a lot of work for me to go sober the 1st time. They had no problem helping me on to the wagon my partner fought to get me off. Yes. My alcoholism is MY problem and no one else's but you can't criticize me and call me disrespectful and say I'm dishonoring her memory when you keep handing me the bottle. I wouldn't have gotten flirty with my friend if I were sober. And Ultima it was still platonic. There was never anything emotional to do with it.

Ugh there's just so many things. But I'm here to vent. So have it all. There's also the fact, and I haven't really been quite about this, because I need those around me to know. She was 20 years old, dying, scared, stubborn. Our relationship lasted 21 months. 9 of those she was diagnosed with the cancer. And I had been fighting with ther to go to the doctor for months prior to the diagnosis. I stayed by her every single step of the way. She was quite about her struggle. Most of the people in her life didn't even know she had stage 3 until July. They didn't know she was dying until September. If they were lucky. She didn't want anyone to know. I understand they lost her to. But I feel like people are judging me for the way I had to block out and move on just to keep myself breathing. They don't know how bad it was sometimes. And I won't tell them because I don't want the images I have to haunt them like they do me. They'll never know so many things. She went into the hospital for the last time on September 24th and we lived there until her last moments. I was there every day. I memorized every part of her medical history. She was to shy and quiet, worried about being a burden. I was the one that would tell the nurses when she needed medicine. I was the one who held her hand for every. Single. IV, blood thinner shot, panic attacks. Her last 24 hours sepsis set in. And those are the hours that I can never tell these people. And I won't tell them here because even strangers don't need the images I have ingrained in my head.

And yet. I'm the bad guy for doing what I needed. It wasn't that I forgot about her. I think about her every day. It was that I had to block out the fact that she died to keep myself moving. 1 month after she passed I had to move in to take care of my grandmother, who at the time was completely dependent on me. By the end of the year I had to give up 1/2 of the animals we loved together. I had to move out of the home we shared. Go through all of her things. I spent literally the entire year watching 2 of the people who meant most to me die. Yes, my grandmother made it. But I spent months waking up, going to her room as soon as I woke up, to make sure she was still breathing holding mine for the moment she wasn't.

And people have the nerve to tell me I was disrespectful because I tried to get back to normal.

I messed up so much in our relationship. Prior to the diagnosis. I wasn't 100% faithful. And that haunts me every single day. I hate that she had to find out after she died. I fear death because I'm so scared I will see her on the other side and she'll hate me. Or be upset. Or give me the hell I deserve. There are so many things that haunt me more days then they don't. I tried getting her to go to the hospital for months before she did. If I would've tried, forced her like I did once a month after the diagnosis (not an exaggeration. Everything that could go wrong did.) Then she would still be alive. And I live with that. Every day.

Anyway. Back to the point. So our friend group of 4 people. The 1 who thinks I disrespected her memory is quite in the group chat. Never says anything. That's just who he is. But the other one. There's been twice recently where I've been in a really really bad place. Slipped up with self harm (I didn't tell them that) and like, genuinely wasn't sure if I'd survive the night. I reached out to group chat. My "friends" practically crying because it was so bad and I didn't know what to do. Let the record show, earlier this year when the table was reversed I reached out, talked to the person, picked them up and took them to the hospital to get help. I watched them all open my message and leave it. My best friend of course reached out but the other 2 absolutely nothing. Both times, 30 mins to an hour later by best friend would send something and they'd reply. And I've honestly came to the conclusion that they don't like me.

That if I'm not getting drunk with them I don't matter to them. And it's been obvious. 9/10 when I say something the in the group chat they don't respond but when anyone else does they do. And I know better. When I went sober back in 2019 these people were in the group. And when I went sober back then I did it alone. The moment I stop drinking I stop having friends. And I'm so thankful for my best friend this year. I couldn't have done this alone and I know I would've just kept drinking. I'm on the verge of going back there. But I'm tired of fake friends. I'm tired of drunk friends.

Also, the whole point why I'm here, because this wasn't meant to be a diary entry. I'm at my heaviest weight ever. 210. And honestly i hate everything about myself. So there's that. Good to be back rabbit hole. Good to be back.

[dreamyclouds69]

The Tragedy of

Syd Barrett

I keep seeing references to Syd Barrett, the founder of the 60's British Rock band, Pink Floyd. There's a myth that he took a very high dose of LSD, which supposedly "fried his brain" permanently. They make it sound like he turned into a drooling imbecile who couldn't feed or bathe himself anymore. It's astonishing to me how these ridiculous, fantastical tales gain any traction.

Syd Barrett suffered from Schizophrenia, unfortunately, and this is the one condition where a variety of psychoactive drugs can have unpredictable and negative results. Schizophrenia is a terrible mental illness affecting more than 20 Million people worldwide and about 3.2 Million in the US. It's also been reported that his entire family had some degree of Autism or Ausperger Syndrome. Both of these conditions can cause catatonic episodes where a person seems to just stare into space. It was this particular symptom that fueled the rumors Barrett "overdosed" on phychedelic drugs. Barrett's mental illness is very unfortunate but it is not scientific data related to LSD or other hallucinogenic drugs. Using this logic, it's just as likely that aspirin or vitamin C "fried his brain" instead. Bandmate Roger Waters has said numerous times that Barrett was definitely schizophrenic, and many of his conemporaries are on record saying that some kind of mental breakdown was inevitable, with or without any kind of drug.

There is ZERO evidence that any drug caused Barrett's Schizophrenia or the associated episodes of psychosis. Barret lived until 2006, and was an avid painter and gardener (which is a very big deal in England). He was worth like 1.7 Million Pounds at his death. Can anyone please explain to me how this guy with a brain that was severely damaged due to taking acid, supposedly, can live this idilic life as a painter and maintain a net worth of £1.7 M?

This is an egregious case of exploiting the mentally ill for political gain yet no one ever says a word. Here's an opportunity to celebrate the accomplishments of a man who suffered from Schizophrenia and Autism, and possibly inspire others with similar issues to go accomplish great things too. However, all we ever hear about Syd Barrett is a really stupid lie, that acid fried his brain. The fucking anti-drug cults and others will use anybody, and will say anything to perpetuate their narcissistic obsession.

Frankly, I'm so sick of these abhorrent people. They are contemptible and have no redeeming value whatsoever. They don't care about anyone or anything, especially you or me or any drug user. This is not about saving lives or improving the health and safety of others. This is about control. These are people who cannot accept that others may enjoy using chemicals for their pleasurable effects. Therefore, they will stop at nothing to impose their strange obsession onto the rest of society.

It's been over 50 years since that laughable rumor got its start and not one person, not Syd Barrett or anyone else, has been an actual victim of this made up, drug-induced catatonia. Not to mention that even if it happened exactly as they scripted it in their dull imaginations, nobody could possibly know what it was because LSD is a Schedule 1 Substance, which means that hardly anything qualifies for research. Trying to find a cause for this strange condition they describe wouldn't have. It is illegal to research LSD for almost anything. These idiots are so zealous about banning everything that they banned their own lie.

#legalizedrugs #pink floyd #syd barrett #lsdacid

[asherlockstudy]

Uncomfortable close-up to their Valentine Newlywed answers

Since Rhett was a tad reluctant to compliment Link sincerely I decided to use my psychoanalytical skills (anyway whatever) and seek the underlying honest answers they wanted to give. This could be a bit much at times and perhaps you shouldn't read if you are not a Rhink shipper, that's why I used a cut.

"What he loves about me" Link's expression is a little confusing - maybe an attempt at doubt or self-deprecation but it looks to me more like the embarrassment of the blushing bride.

"I love your..."

Who wants to bet that the first thing that came to Rhett's mind was ass but then he changed it to the first word that came to his mind after ass? A-ccent. Like, there's just no case accent was the first thing he thought because Link's accent isn't even that strong at this point. When Link got surprised at that, Rhett simply replied that he was trying to find something funny. But even so, like I said earlier, Rhett does love Link's accent. I am sure he is fond of it, he finds it adorable. And let's not forget he said "there was so much he could choose from"!

Link looks disappointed that it's not his guess, his eyes. An interesting thing here is that although he used a personality trait for Rhett, he expected / hoped for this physical trait for himself. But don't feel sorry - Rhett has talked about his baby blues and has even gone to the ridiculous extents of planning to make a blog exclusively for Link's eyes. So don't worry; it is known that Rhett at least acknowledges the beauty of Link's eyes. At least. And Link was expecting this from a place of knowledge and not as an attempt to be silly-sappy.

Things Rhett thinks Link loves about him:

voice (Link will later say he loves his laugh and this is close, he's also enchanted every time Rhett sings so...)

height (Link once said he is attracted to "people of extreme heights")

hair (we know that)

beard (lie detector test)

giving spirit (lol totally)

creativity (they've talked about this many times)

eyebrows (if Link has said he likes Rhett's eyelashes then liking his eyebrows is certain)

Rhett was guessing from a place of knowledge too.

Rhett then said he loves stories of Link's grandma doing weird things with him and I don't like being the weirdo to spell out the weird thing but Rhett's interest in that is vaguely associated to his weird mind being always in the gutter. I don't mean it turns him on of course but he loves hearing weird stuff that border on creepy. You know it's true. Sometimes he's like that. Link took revenge for the accent joke with the psoriasis.

Wow we saw some Rhett teeth. Link answered sincerely with a super cute "I love your laugh" but Rhett just said "I love the sound your mouth makes when you don't chew". Oh well. Link regretted being sincere and Rhett, after some good laughter, defended himself by saying "he (Link) walked himself into it". This makes exactly zero sense and I am wondering whether he meant Link walked himself into it by choosing the vulnerable / sincere way. Or if he just didn't know what he was talking about.

Rhett then asks for the next answer to be complimentary. He then repeats he has strong feelings about Link's accent. Again, I believe this! In a positive light. IDK, I do believe this. Link said he has strong positive feelings for Rhett's car which I found weird like Rhett because I thought it was established Link has the better car of the two. Who knows, maybe he lied about the positive thing. Unless he connects it in his mind with memories / experiences.

Link's guess a little later:

Link: If I wanted to, I could easily... start over.

Rhett: Start over?! Like, whole life?

L: ...Yeah, just like, get a re-do.

R: Huh.

L: And I would be like "Really? How?"

R: Mmkay. I said "If you wanted to, you could easily kill me".

Okay, this gets a little deeper. I think what initially Link meant was a joke about starting over regarding his relationship with Rhett. Rhett didn't get that and asked him if he meant his whole life. Link considered that "mmyeah..." and realised it wasn't that far off from what he meant, all jokes aside. Link does wish he could start over and redo many things in his life. This surely has A LOT to do with their religious upbringing. And maybe how it affected Link's choices. Stevie's laughter is so out of place sometimes. Rhett does not laugh and tries to rush this moment. Rhett's answer about Link killing him is not exactly weird or offensive or mean as I saw some people consider it. It shows, maybe subconsiously, several things; Link's intensity, Rhett's pliable nature especially to Link and it might be more indicative of how Rhett feels about Link than anything else, at least in this video.

And then, out of nowhere, or maybe so it seems to us, Rhett goes ballistic against everyone. He starts complaining about those complaining when they didn't give each other heartfelt compliments. Link joked he agrees with them. Rhett attempted to let this slip although it angered him. The crew laughed with Link's joke, meaning they kinda sided with him, and Rhett turned basically mad at Link.

He accused Link that he did the same that day and Link entirely deflected the conversation. All I'm gonna say is that don't think they don't communicate with each other about how they approach certain situations. I wonder if at times they misunderstand each other or one changes opinion suddenly and leaves the other hanging. Link tries to stop Rhett from going on but Rhett is unstoppable at this point.

You might say Rhett was straight out mean right there and I sure was like "whoa where did this all come from, man" but mean is not a reasonable explanation. He was angry and his words show he is in a pressured state. Unless you tend to have mood swings, which Rhett doesn't really have as far as I know, you don't go from all cutesy and mischievous to furious in milliseconds. Except if there is an underlying suppressed cause. And you may ask, okay does he feel pressured to say a compliment to Link? Is this such a big deal? Well, yes and no. I don't think Rhett meant "we're not gonna hold hands" or "compliment each other" when we ask it. I think we know what he means. I think he's talking about the - well, in his words - elephant in the room. The actually serious consideration that there is something more there. The expectation that it might get revealed at any point - whether intentionally or unintentionally. Rhett loses control at that moment, which is why Link, who knows him well, warns him to not go there but Rhett still does. And again, you might say: well, no fan asked them to kiss or to confirm anything! We asked them simple stuff that can be normal between platonic friends too. Yes, but there is something we don't take often into account. The mythical crew. The mythical crew are actually the ones who monitor closely what the fans believe, want and prefer to watch. This means that the crew has to inform and discuss with Rhett and Link how much they are gonna please the audience and in what ways. Which means that a crew of 50+ people have an elaborate opinion on what fans think of Rhett and Link's relationship (next to their own opinion of course) and this has to be communicated with them face to face. In short, Rhett and Link have their privacy invaded not only by the fans but by their employees and, moreover, they are forced to always have fun with it and take it lightly. Again, you could think: well, they could forbid any rhink reference to the crew from now on. And you would think this WOULDN'T make the crew MORE suspicious at this point? All I am saying, they are fine when they make rhink insinuations / jokes voluntarily but most of the time is forced upon them by both the fans and employees and this can be uncomfortable at best if they are just friends or tyrannical if there is something more there that they still keep for themselves. So, Rhett's frustration comes from a deeper place than being expected to give a compliment. If I were in their place as I imagine it (I could always be entirely wrong) I would feel like a muppet trying to balance all my reactions towards thousands of people, with several dozens of them being paid by me to scrutinize me and order me how exactly to act!

There is a cut following Rhett's vent and you can see that Rhett is trying to calm himself down.

He speaks to himself, mumbling "yeah alright yeah ok ok" and by the expressions I can tell he acknowledges he lost control. That doesn't mean he regretted what he said - just that he said more than it benefits him to say and apparently he said a lot more in the unedited video. Kudos then to Link, who actively tries to calm his friend down and make him feel more comfortable.

This might be unpleasant to some but from his stance I conclude that Link agrees with Rhett or at least understands him. He was just wise enough to not say it out loud. Link first warned Rhett to not speak and then stayed quiet as Rhett was venting. After the cut, we see him trying to help Rhett calm down and relax and he characteristically invites Rhett to focus his attention on him and find something he really loves about him. This is not a complaint - Link is smiling and is warm to Rhett. What he essentially does is trying to help Rhett forget he is being watched by thousands and his every word is weighted, which of course is Rhett's main problem. He just says "forget about them and focus on me and just say something you love, it's all good". I just love Link here. He's supportive and caring.

The next question is what Link loves when Rhett blanks his blank and Rhett is trying to picture it-

I have no doubt Link loves that. The ear thumbing, I mean.

So, then I am adding the stills that redeemed Rhett in the fandom:

But not to be that person, it's obvious that Rhett plays it up a ridiculous lot. And not even to appease the angry fans but probably to make fun of their anger. That's why Link laughs with his face and his answer "I love remembering the time we met".

This doesn't interest me at all. Instead, I am much more interested in Link's nonsensical answer "I love remembering the time we died" because what?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Link tends to say occasionally stuff that doesn't make sense but I don't think he would pass on the chance to say something even remotely meaningful in an opportunity like this and especially regarding his relationship with Rhett. Link clarifies: "...when we died. This is heaven". There are two possibilities and only two: a) this makes ZERO sense and it's the worst and most pointless joke ever and b) this is symbolic or something only Rhett could understand. Rhett does not dismiss this as stupid or silly with his usual done look. He asks questions about it and they discuss at length about how it happened that they died and why they went to heaven since it seems they killed each other. Well, it's because they killed each other in the exact same time with a prod-like tool and they escaped Good Ol' God's (in Link's words) notice. Okay. I'm just leaving this here and you can all draw your own conclusions. Personally, I am torn between a symbolical death and rebirth when they left their religious selves behind and death being used as a well known old metaphor of a certain physical state. It would work even more if it was both. Or Link was just talking nonsense. Let's not exclude that. So yeah. That's all I had to say................

#rhink #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #gmmore #good mythical more #don't read if you don't like rhink #mythical corner #mythical

[mermaidsirennikita]

Would love to hear your thoughts on Connor, if you have more! He's such a deeply interesting character yet nobody seems to care about him?

Lol I care so much about Connor. Like I bring up Connor's mom to everyone I know. WHERE IS SHE @ LOGAN???

The thing about Connor is that I do think he's largely given up on having a good relationship with his father... But not enough to truly just set it aside, right? The first hint we get at that is his butter freakout, which as funny as it is, was really about pleasing Logan, right? I think these little moments are both a sign that Connor hasn't fully given up on achieving some level of acceptance from Logan--but also a sign that he truly doesn't have a real grip. If Connor was fully with it, he wouldn't do a lot of things. But if Connor was fully with it, he'd definitely know that there is zero chance that Logan will ever give him what he really wants--whether it's a cool $100 mill to fund his campaign, or the presidency, or general approval.

I tend to wonder if part of the reason why Logan is so resentful, borderline, of Connor--resentful and ashamed, of course--is that he considers him almost like... a by blow? Like his children by Caroline were children born after he'd become Logan Roy. His marriage to Caroline, who seems to be well-connected herself, was a part of his general achievement. His marriage to Connor's mother... I don't know. Logan's relationships with women are weird. Even when he's fucking them, he doesn't seem to have much passion for them. So I tend to wonder if Connor's mother was his only actual "love", as it were? Certainly, I think she married him when he wasn't anywhere near who he is now, and I wonder if he associates that era in his life with shame, and therefore associates Connor with that as well. His relationship with Connor's mother happened without as much deceit or politicking, and therefore it was weak; Connor is a product of weakness, and therefore must be inherently weak himself.

And Connor does nothing to dispel this, really. But I get the sense that he's seen a lot of shit in his life. Whatever happened to his mom; watching his siblings be continuously neglected to the point that he stepped in; at the same time being expected to compete with those siblings, and for some reason (I suspect because he may have actually had a taste of a normal childhood for half a second) not measuring up; basically being parentified, while also being expected to crush them; and slowly having them abandon him and dismiss him just as their father has. Plus he was exposed to people like Mo, the wolf pack, the general wrongdoings at Waystar, obviously from a formative age.

So while none of that excuses his many, many faults. But I do think Connor can be explained, somewhat. And just like with his siblings, what Connor gets upset about is never what he's freaking out about on the surface. He freaked out about the magazine cover mockup Kendall had, but not because he was worried about how it would damage his reputation, not truly. He was mad because I think he naively had this idea that going to Kendall's birthday party would mean that they'd actually act like siblings for a minute. Which suggests that when the kids were young, there were moments that were normal. Maybe those camping trips.

It's capital T Tragic. But also Connor wants to blow up America. So there's that.

#succession

[lelenoir]

pairing: lee jeno x reader [ft. mark]

summary: and he was the moon, chasing after his sun. hoping for their stars to align once more.

word count: 1.2k

note: based on a poem i made back when i was an "edgy" fourteen year old so yea,,, no guarantee if this is going to be good. thank u to my buddy @jenoir for just being literally the best person to ever exist, i love u bub 💞

can't we just stay here.

You fixed your eyes towards the stars, sighing to yourself at the quiet bliss that enveloped you. The crickets sang you their own rhythmic sounds, the trees whistled with every tousle of the wind and the skies glowed above you; laying witness to the two figures below. You shifted your attention towards Jeno, his gaze trained up the sky just like you were moments ago. The glow in his eyes reflected the freckled horizons. You always marveled at how they seemed to hold the stars, even in the day. You always found yourself lost in them, wondering how you got lucky to be graced with such presence. He was like the big bright moon, giving light to even the dullest of rooms.

here in this moment.

Not a second passed when Jeno didn't feel like his whole body was on fire whenever he was with you. He could feel your gaze trained on him, and that simple action only fueled the heat. For some reason, he only felt this nervous around you. You could do the most mundane things yet Jeno would still look at you like you created the heavens. Your nimble fingers fidgeting amongst themselves but in his mind you were weaving up his threads. His heart rested on the palms of your hands, shaping him, morphing him to be the best person he could be. Someone deserving of you. You were the sun, a radiant morning to his new beginning.

this moment where you're there,

Being so close to him felt like a sin. You felt unworthy to even get a glance of him. You tore your eyes away, putting your hands to your side to make yourself stop toying with them. Sighing softly, you didn't want him to hear, you let your mind wander away.

sitting next to me;

The world felt hot to Jeno during that chilly night. It wasn't new. You've sat this close to him before. Yet something about the way the moon shone on your skin seemed to make the moment intensify. You were beautiful. So beautiful in a way that his breath got caught in his throat, his heart beating a thousand miles an hour, and his senses are zeroing in on your figure.

He couldn't let you slip away.

hands barely touching,

It felt like electricity. A current barely resembling a spark. If only you inched a bit closer maybe you would've known that he felt it too.

shoulders grazing one another,

The warmth shying its way to your heart. You could feel it grow louder, screaming its existence to the void. You forced yourself to silence it, laying down so he wouldn't hear its voice.

and the tips of our toes;

Jeno watched you lie down, your hands coming to rest below your head. For the first time that night, he felt the cold. The shiver that ran up his spine felt too much for him to not notice. A sudden discomfort by the lack of your presence.

the only thing connecting us.

He shifted in his seat, following suit on the ground. He moved his legs apart to make himself feel comfortable, his socked feet coming into contact with yours. He sucked in a breath, his hands coming to rest on his stomach as he tried to focus on the stars.

us, as we lay beneath the stars

The constellations swirled around your vision. The glimmer of Perseus and Andromeda coming into view. 

half hoping, half wondering

Your eyes return to Jeno. A hint of longing and wistfulness coming with it. You wanted to intertwine your fingers together, feel his palms against your own and get to know that spark everyone seemed to talk about.

what would happen

Everyone pretty much assumed that you and Jeno were dating. If not then why would he keep you so close? Why would you tell him the things you'd never tell anyone? What were the reasons behind the adoration engraved in your features whenever you looked at one another? It was silly but you could understand where they were going. And honestly, you didn't know the answer.

if we crossed that boundary,

He wasn't going to lie, he knew about the rumours. Something about being associated with you in such a romantic sense made him feel fuzzy. The good kind of fuzzy. It made him feel special. He delved in the feeling of being the only one considered this close to you that had people questioning if there was something more. Because he wanted it to be more.

leapt off the ridge,

Courage. Everyone wondered how you've gotten Gryffindor when you took that Hogwarts Quiz. Same goes for Jeno. You couldn't really blame them. If you were given the choice to either go to the cheap haunted house attraction in the amusement park or drink a whole shot of hot sauce, you wouldn't think twice about drinking that hot sauce. And you're willing to bet that the boy next to you would do the same. But now you were desperate to gather up as much bravery as you needed. Your imaginary hands fumbling for that small piece of Gryffindor that test saw in you.

and let ourselves fall to the abyss.

"I need to tell you something."

The both of you say at the same time. You felt the rush slowly leave your body as the both of you looked at each other. A small pause.

"G-go ahead." You told him. You hung on his actions, steadying yourself with each breath he took as you anticipated the next words that came out of his mouth. Please.

instead we let the moment pass

"Uhm… the stars look lovely tonight." He said, now avoiding your gaze. You didn't want your disappointment to show. At the same time, Jeno didn't want you to see his internal battle. He hated what he said. The three magic words lay hanging on the tip of his tongue yet he swallowed them back. The spur of adrenaline leaving your slumped bodies as you finally looked away.

"Yeah…" you sighed.

wishing for it to come back

He could already feel the weight of the air grow heavy on his chest. He blew it. He knew he did. He cursed himself for it. Sadly, he couldn't turn back time.

but it never will.

The sound of tires slowly crushing the dirt disrupted the quiet ambiance. Both you and Jeno sat up, your attention grabbed by the red newly parked mustang a few meters away. Mark waved his hand to you, a gesture you gladly returned. You turned your head back to your friend.

"Mark's here." You declare. Jeno nodded his head, pushing his body off the ground. He held out his hand to you, which you engulfed with yours. The moment your skin touches his, an unfamiliar surge flew across your bodies. You took your hand away as soon as you stood.

Meanwhile, he stayed still, eyeing his outstretched hand before closing it and placing it back to his side. "Have fun." He said, letting you go. You waved goodbye to him, lifting the same hand he felt electricity to a few seconds ago. It felt lifetimes ago, especially now as he watched you enter Mark's car inevitably going to your date. The first of many that would soon lead to your wedding.

Jeno was the moon, chasing towards the sun he once had. Hoping for the time your stars would align once more with his. It may not have been in this life, but he was willing to wait for it.

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[stumbleintothesun]

Life Rant

For the few people in here...sorry lmao this is long as hell.

Lately I've been feeling like...garbage. I know there's no one on this place that really follows me, so this is me posting to the void.

I have been dealing with a lot of health issues related to my mental health and weight. I've gained nearly twenty pounds in a year, and no matter what I do my weight doesn't budge. I work out regularly, Ive been trying to eat better but...my only thought is its because I'm working a desk job now - which I fucking hate with a fury. And I know my weight isnt the end of the world - it just really, really fucks with my mental health. I've always felt ugly. The only time I didn't was when I was super thin which I know is problematic - and I know that's part of my mental health...like my aunt died from an ED. And my mom definitely had/has an ED even if she's gotten much better about it in the past few years...

And I'm finally getting my face to clear up after wearing these masks for a year - a year! But I'm still dealing with the healing process and I'm anxious it will scar. I've worked this entire pandemic at a job I *hate* just to you know, finally pay off my student loans just go back to school so maybe I can do something I love. But even at 25 and providing for myself, I hardly got any financial help. The only thing saving me is my grades that got me a decent transfer scholarship.

But the first school I applied to wanted my high school transcript, even though I have an associate's degree, and because I'm, frankly, stupid I somehow missed that they needed it. So they threw out my application that I spent an otherwise four hours writing for.

So I'm going to Eastern, which frankly will be better for my mental health, but they don't have a tuition free program. So I'm going to have to borrow money after just finally paying off my single year at a liberal arts college debt that I took on when I was 17 (it ended up being like 30k to pay off). And it's all because I didn't fucking read right. So much for being a good student, I guess.

But it wouldn't have mattered because they would've hardly taken any of my classes despite most of them being from down the road and for an associate's degree! And even Eastern is giving me a hard time, despite my degree they say I don't have the basic level biology course - my degree is biology focused! I'm going into ecology! I have taken genetics, conservation biology, anatomy and physiology, cellular biology but I don't have intro bio? So now I have to test out, on top of working full time. Which is fine, its a good refresher...I'm just so overwhelmed with life right now. I have a stack of over 100 flash cards and I'm just anxious.

This is a year after my partner went through an ugly break up with their old fiance (we were poly), and their ex was an abusive POS who once told them if they came out as anything other than their assigned gender, he wouldn't date them anymore. He gaslit them constantly, made them feel like hell. So we finally got out, but he wanted the house they got together or 10k. He made over double what they make - and he always forced them to pay half the bills, including half of his fucking protein bullshit because it was "groceries." He knew they didn't have the funds. Because our friends are amazing, we were able to buy him off but he left the house trashed.

It fucking sucked, and they were also responsible for getting his name off the house which meant a refinance that we could hardly afford. We got lucky we were able to do it, but they hardly got anything back for it. And it was a *nightmare*. We finally got it done, after pulling teeth and it took six months. Four months longer than they said. And that entire time they were forced to occasionally reach out to him, their old abuser.

Finally we were free, but then I started having further issues at work. Between the pandemic, and working in a heavily red area during the election, I cried a lot. I work in customer service and while I make okay money for the industry, I'm constantly burned out. My colleagues are okay, but it feels stupid to leave just to find a job for three months to go back to school. Then I started being short in my drawer (I'm a teller at a bank). The final straw was being short $500. Now I'm on a work plan, and if Im short again, I'm out. And it's my fault. I don't know how it has been happening. So now I'm always on edge at work, triple checking everything. And I could leave, I could get another job but there's no promise I'll make what I do now, and in order for me to pay for the chunk of school I need to, I have to put away a certain amount every month.

I do have a grant of sorts for 5k per semester to help with bills, which will alleviate a lot once August arrives. And I know I'm crazy lucky to have that. So sometimes I feel like such an asshole about it. But we have a house to pay for and bills to pay. Just like everyone else. Ugh, I don't know.

I talked to my doctor about my weight, came in with calorie intake numbers and how much I work out with zero change. I cut out pop entirely from drinking it every day. Nothing has helped. So we switched my meds from Lexapro to Wellbutrin to see if I lose weight because of that. Nope, just having more mental break downs, steady weight, and my resting heart rate is abnormally high, stopping me from making a little extra cash donating plasma. So now I'm switching back to Lexapro with nothing gained other than. You know. Feeling like shit. Next up? Birth control coming out of my arm. Don't really need it anyway. And maybe that will help? But I don't think so. I'm not sure what to do.

I am genuinely trying to be healthy, eating more whole foods. More veggies. More home cooked meals. I love to cook, I'm just tired. And sometimes the air fryer and oven baked frozen foods are too easy to pass up. I'm trying to always eat breakfast. I'm working out again, we have a gym membership but there are so many men there and I dont always feel comfortable, because my partner has been anemic and they can't go yet. So I use our bike in the living room and do home workouts.

But when I did this last time there was zero change in weight or anything. Even when I ate really, really clean for three weeks and worked out for most days, tracking calories and everything. Nothing changed. My thyroid is fine, we've already checked it. I'm just tired.

This past year, other than being with my partner has fucking sucked. And this doesn't even cover all the shit they've dealt with with switching to they/them and a name change. I love them so much, and love that they are finally comfy but their parents were assholes about it. And that matters. It does, and I get it. I just wish I could help them more. I wish we had a break, a breather for longer than a day. Even then I can't relax, I'm too on edge. There's too much to be done. I need to earn money, I need to clean, I need to focus. I need to be productive in some way to justify if I'm not working on those things. It's...all dumb.

[twopoppies]

Despite the obvious factors of this pointing at bearding, I had a few thoughts this morning that I wanted to share. Danielle could be linked to the passing of his mum, so in turn Louis would want to forget; he wouldn't really want to think of her as it brings back the last moments with his mum. Eleanor, however, is from his early career. The moments where he was still able to be close to Harry, where his mum was still alive and happy and thriving. I feel he could possibly be happy with (1/2)

(2/2) Eleanor, not for the person but for the memories that are attached. It fits the timeline. Louis broke up with Danielle not long after before quickly getting with Eleanor, and now D never existed. Psychologically speaking, this is simply a process that will have to run its course. I'll have to say though, Louis using this as the process rather than drugs and partying, sounds much better. (And no, I'm not using the passing of his mum to push a theory, this is speaking from my knowledge).

OK. But your theory only makes sense if these relationships were actually real. Louis didn’t “break up” with Danielle. Their contract ended. There was an end date in place from the start of their “relationship”. It sadly coincided with Jay’s passing. 

Eleanor was around the first time during the early years of his career, yes, but she was also around for (and in many ways was the symbol of) some of the absolute WORST parts of his iron closet. You might not remember Haylor, but I do. 

I’m not quite sure what your point is. Are you saying that he chose to be with Eleanor instead of Danielle because having Danielle around made him more unhappy? And that he chose being with Eleanor as a way to deal with the death of his mother as opposed to dealing with it by partying? That honestly makes zero sense. He didn’t choose any of this. His record label – his “team” – switched out his beards for some ridiculous reason, which I guarantee you had nothing to do with Louis’ mental or emotional well-being. The default to dealing with a loved one’s death isn’t always drugs and partying but your theory makes it sound to me as though you’re buying in to this nonsense that his “party boy” image was only curbed by returning to Eleanor....as if she’s some stable force in his life. 

The bottom line, anon, is that these women are beards, They are paid to be around him. They are paid to be seen with him, to interact with him on social media, to say that he’s their boyfriend. They are leeching off of him, soaking up whatever dribbles of notoriety they can get by association. They aren’t his friends, They aren’t his choice. And they aren’t helping him in any way, shape, or form. 

#bearding #closeting #drugs tw #Anonymous

[i-read-past-my-bedtime-ib]

Harry Potter related.......This is quite long, and pertains to the UK's current general election, but it is a brilliant read 😊

I know some younger voters might be struggling with working out who to vote for in the upcoming election, so in 30 Rock-style, I'm going to explain it to you in Harry Potter. Please Share with anyone you think it might help. ;)

Years ago, Britain was ruled by a dark witch called Margaret Thatchermort. She was a powerful being, who managed to convince many of the muggles to worship her, even though some suspected she did not have their best interests at heart. From her post in the Ministry of Magic, she worked with a power-crazed media mage named Rupert Merlock. Together, they weaved a powerful confundo spell to keep the muggles confused and complient. Eventually, Thatchermort fell, after being hit with an Avada Kedavra curse from her own Death Eaters.

But although she was defeated, her acolytes were everywhere. Over the next 20 years, they slowly consolidated their power, forming secret clubs in their expensive boarding schools, which were essentially like Hogwarts, only every house was Slytherin.

Eventually, the Death Eaters rose to power again, under the rule of David Hameron, a slightly incompetent wizard, who rumour has it spent much of his private time casting waddiwasi on pigs heads for some reason. He only had a small amount of Thatchermort's power, and he needed more to keep his grip on the country.

Luckily for him, the muggles were still under the influence of Thatchermort and Merlock’s confundo spell. Every day for the past 20 years, papers like Merlock’s The Mug and the Daily Muggle (Run by the evil Lord Daggar) had been printing stories that suggested that the country was under a dark spell from the European Wizarding Council, and that Britain was constantly under threat of being flooded by unskilled foreign wizards, who would either provide low quality spells, or refuse to perform magic at all, preferring to sit at home apparating 60" flat screen tv’s into their lounges, and living the life of Riley off the vast bounty that was the £49 a week unemployment benefit.

This constant rhetoric lead to the rise of a new faction, UKID (United Kingdom Independent Dementors party), who wanted to send all the foreign wizards and witches back to Azkaban (or wherever they came from). UKID gained traction with the muggles, because, thanks to the years of propaganda from Merlock and Dagger, it actually began to seem plausible that the country was under threat of imminent collapse.

Unfortunately, UKID were so successful, some Death Eaters started to worry that Hameron would lose his grip on the country, and so he made a pact to cast the Referenduerum spell on the populous if the dissenting Death Eaters supported him at the next election. Referenduerum was a spell that would give every muggle in the country a choice - to remain part of Europe, or to cloak the country in a permanent fog of invisibility. Privately, he thought it was a low risk strategy, as clearly no muggle would willing choose the isolation from the world that cloaking the country would bring. Plus there was every chance that the Referenduerum spell wouldn't actually work - nothing would change, and he’d be able to go back to weaving his dark magic on pig faces.

But what he didn’t know, was that Merlock actually wanted the Referenduerum spell to work, so that the country would be unshackled from the rules of the European Wizarding Council, and be controlled by the Death Eaters to boot. And as he controlled the Death Eaters, it would mean that he could effectively rule the country from the shadows, changing laws to suit his personal needs and tastes. His disgusting, disgusting tastes.

In association with Lord Dagger, Merlock ran a misinformation campaign in the press that ensured the Referenduerum spell’s success. Hameron was now faced with casting Brexitus, a powerful cloaking spell that would make the United Kingdom completely disappear from the face of the Earth. Quivering with fear, Hameron immediately quit the Ministry to spend more time with his pigs, ironically losing his grip on the very power he’d cravenly pursued in the first place.

In his stead rose Theresa Maytrix Le Strangle, a dark witch who used a metamorphmagus spell to appear more approachable and sensible than the other Death Eaters. She spent the next year explaining to the British what the Brexitus spell would mean. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much understanding of the spell herself, so she simply stated "Brexitus means Brexitus” over and over again. For Brexitus had never been cast before, and even though Maytrix put her best wizards on it, they were not the brightest (In fact, they made Goyle and Crabb look like Ron and Hermione). After spending an afternoon looking into it, they quickly began to realise that the effects of Brexitus would be disastrous, and that they would need to weave a new confundo conjuring on the populous. But to cast it, they would need to draw more power from the muggles. A lot more power.

You see, belief plays a big part when it comes to conjuring, and the more muggles that supported the Death Eaters, the greater their power grew. And while the Death Eaters already had a majority in the Ministry of Magic, they still still needed to increase their grip on power, by gaining more seats and thus influence on ministerial matters.

And the only way to do that was hold an election.

Which would have worked perfectly if it were not for a man named Corbyn Black. Born to an unassuming background, as a young man Corbyn had once faced Thatchermort during the Minister’s Question Time and lived to tell the tale, the only sign of their skirmish being a small lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. A small section of the wizarding community named The Order of the Rose realised that he could one day prove a valuable asset in the fight against Thatchermortism, and so they used an obscurism spell to hide him and his many good deeds from the view of the Death Eaters.

He eventually grew into a wizard of powerful convictions, a man who didn’t always manage to tuck his shirt in properly or wear his tie straight, but he loved his quiddich, and he always fought for the underprivileged muggles of society. The sort of guy you could go for a butterbeer with, y’know? He rose up through the wizarding ranks to become the leader of the Order of the Rose, and a thorn in the side of Theresa Maytrix Le Strangle. Merlock and Dagger hated him of course, because there's nothing worse to a tabloid than a man of principle. Not because having principles is a shameful thing, but because he can't be bought.

As the election was announced, battle lines were drawn.

Maytrix promised to give the homes of the elderly away to private firms, sell off the NHS to The highest (or middlish, she wasn't fussy) bidder and bring back house elf hunting, a particularly cruel sport that saw house elves being ripped apart by packs of vicious manticores. Apparently this was to reduce their numbers, but seeing as no-one could afford a house anyway, it seemed unlikely that house elves were really that much of a problem.

Many believed Maytrix had also been secretly collecting Thatchermort’s horcruxes, in order to ressurrect her mentor, but this was never confirmed. She ran a campaign of fear - fear that things might not turn out ok if she wasn’t there to oversee them. Fear that the country might become flooded with Eastern European wizards. Fear that things might be different.

By contrast, brave Corbyn promised to look after the muggles, offering young student wizards the chance to attend Wizarding Universities at no cost. He also promised to raise the national minimum wage to £10, and to eliminate zero hours contracts, to help those muggles who were struggling at the fringes of society. He promised to put more money into the NHS and the Police, to ensure that when things went wrong, there would be services to help the Muggles. He offered an antidote to a population of muggles that had begun to think it didn’t matter who you voted for, because the wizards always got in. But Corbyn also offered hope - hope that people still cared about their neighbours. Hope that people still believed that muggles of different nations and creeds strengthened our country. Hope of something different.

Now the election is nigh, and the Ministry is up for grabs. Who will you support, Maytrix, or Corbyn? The choice is yours...

#harry potter #ukge2017 #votelabour #ge17 #uknews #muggles #griffindor #slytherin