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patrophthia · 11 months

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so, like theo is deaf and he has to wear a pin. and the reader knows sign language as well (they both do). theo was quite irritated by the reader because she was not looking at him for like 2 days smthg. (yes, yes, ik). idk, sad Theo takes off the pin and isn't talking too much and idk they talk in sign language

wait this is a fun idea! thank u for sending it in!

you’re nice | theodore nott

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→ pairing: deaf!theodore nott x reader

i personally don’t know sign language, nor do i know anyone who does so please take this very lightly! either way i hope you like this!

It wasn’t your intention to ignore Theodore, it’s just been a hectic week and you had to prioritise your time in a way where you wouldn’t be able to look Theo every passing second of the day.

But once you’ve realised, it was already too late. Theodore had already took of his pin, and began ignoring you in return. You could only wish he’d give you a chance to explain yourself but it seems as though any attempts you made to do so was failing.

You didn’t really have much of plan. You just know sad Theodore could be a little sulky and hell bent on not communicating with anyone whatsoever; not even his closest friends. “What did you do, princess?”

“I didn’t do anything,” you frown at Blaise, not caring about nickname seeing as he’s assigned you it the second you and Theodore began dating. “I got a little busy on school work and kind of forgot about him and now—”

“—you forgot about your boyfriend?” Blaise cuts you off.

You frown deepens, groaning slightly as you bent your head backwards. “It’s not like that,” you explain, straightening yourself to look back at him. “You know how hectic it is during this time of the year and I just wasn’t able to look at him and I guess —therefore, talk to him.”

“And now he’s decided to ignore everyone just because you ignored him,” Blaise blew out a whistle. “On purpose.”

“You don’t need to remind me,” you scowl. “What do I do?”

“Talk to him,” Blaise says off-handedly. And when you fix him an annoyed look he adds on. “You know he hates it when you are upset, so maybe try using that?”

“You want me to act upset in front of an upset Theodore?” You concluded his words. “Are you stupid? Do you hear yourself?”

“How about you not doubt my intelligence and try it?” Blaise says with a roll of his eyes.

“What would I get in return?” It’s more like banter between the two of you, now having grown comfortable with one another.

Blaise snickers. “A boyfriend who wears his pin like he’s supposed to and isn’t sulking every time we see him.”

That’s a fair enough point, you guessed. Now on a mission to find Theodore. It didn’t take long, knowing that Theo was a creature of habits who liked to attend his classes a few minutes earlier than it starts.

The DADA classroom was empty, save for Theodore, when you arrived. Standing right in front of him as you said something Blaise had suggested before you made your way over. “You know what I heard?”

It was second nature for you to speak while you sign by now, your hands moving on their own accords. “Apparently, you’re only dating me because you think I’m pretty.”

Theodore only frowns, shaking his head. He’s not signing back yet and you take it as a sign for you take push his buttons a slight bit more.

“If not that then why?” You sign, with a small pout. “Tell me.”

“I’m dating you because you’re nice.” And there you have it, Theodore’s signing back. “To everyone.” Then after a beat, he adds. “Even me.”

You’ve been frowning a lot today. And his ‘even me’ makes your frown deepen. “What do you mean by that?”

“I know I can be a lot,” he signs, “but you’re always nice to me and that’s why I like you.” He finishes. “You being pretty is just a reason for me to like you even more.”

He grabs at your hand, pressing a gentle kiss at the back of your palm before letting go. Not a second goes by and you’re already missing his touch. “If you like me so much,” you began, “then wear this pin like you’re supposed to, to prove it.”

It’s silly. He knows it. You know it. Because, you know he loves you whether he wears the pin or not but it did nothing to stop your heart from fluttering when he places his pin in its rightful spot only to smile at you afterwards.

He loves you and even though he might not say it, he hopes you know it.

— from bee: it wouldn’t be a theo fic written by me if there was no blaise meddling in relationships!

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lolbital · 1 month

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My hazbin hotel ship opinions!

• staticradio: my favorite, my obsession, my life. It is very obvious in the show that Vox is obsessed with Alastor. The most common opinion in the community is that it’s one-sided, but I like to think Alastor pulled away because he was afraid of his reciprocated feelings towards Vox.

•radiorose: This is my second favorite Alastor ship. They are super cute and they’re quite perfect for eachother. I just enjoy their friendship too much to actively ship them.

•radioapple: I only understand this ship because it seems like they have existing tension, but otherwise I don’t enjoy it. Alastor and Lucifer’s relationship was never expanded on beyond their immediate rivalry. Maybe if season 2 gives them more interactions or a backstory I will be able to get behind this ship a little more, but I really can’t see this as anything more than a boring rivals to lovers trope.

•staticmoth: It’s okay, but I don’t see them as much more than a sexual relationship. I don’t think Valentino is capable of genuine love.

•polyvees: I see Velvette as more of a younger sister or daughter to the other vees. This is just my preference! I don’t think this ship is necessarily bad.

•bombsnake: I think they’re cute. Unfortunately I don’t think Cherri really has returned feelings for Pentious. Based on their interactions she just seems interested in experimenting sexually with him because of his anatomy. I could be wrong though, so I’m very open to this ship!

•Charlastor: I see Alastor as a father figure or older brother to Charlie. Especially after the Hell’s greatest dad song, I just can’t ever see them in a romantic situation. I am not against the ship, but I personally don’t like it.

•Chaggie: I have nothing bad to say about them! Their relationship is healthy and I think they’re perfect for eachother. I particularly enjoy the fact that Vaggie was an ex-exterminator because it truly promotes Charlie’s idea of redemption. I am going to be extremely upset if Vaggie gets redeemed and gets seperated from her gf.

•radiodust: most people who ship this probably still have the pilot in mind. They don’t interact a whole lot in the show, and I see this as more of a crackship than anything.

•huskerdust: It looks like they’re going to be getting a slow burn relationship and I’m so happy about that. I like to think that Husk is refusing Angel’s advances because he knows he’s only doing it because of hypersexuality at first. I’m 99% sure that is what is canon too. I want to see their relationship grow.

•radiohusk: I am sorry but I can’t get behind this whatsoever. Husk absolutely hates Al, and Al owns him. There is no equality in this relationship, and it would get toxic very quickly.

•radiomaid: I love their dynamic but only as friends. I know Nifty is an adult, but she acts so childish and Alastor still owns her. I don’t like the power imbalance and maturity gap.

•alastor/lilith: if the theory that Lilith owns Alastor is true, then I am interested to see if we get a backstory about them, or what they might’ve been doing for 7 years. As of now I am neutral.

•guitarspear: these two menaces belong together. It seems like Lute really cares about Adam too which is an added bonus.

•Adamsapple: definitely a crackship. I don’t know what to say other than I find it amusing.

•valdust: I despise this ship. There is a very abusive power, and it is proven that Anthony is nothing more than an object in Val’s eyes. There is no love here, just manipulation.

•royalhalo: cute, but even better if It’s poly with Vaggie. If emily becomes a fallen angel, Charlie could have two gfs and I stand behind that.

•lucilith: I hope they get back together. Lilith better have a good reason for leaving.

•Vaggie/Angeldust: most probably ship this because they were likely a longtime viv follower. I’m not against this ship necessarily, but I could never get behind it. Maybe I just adore chaggie and huskerdust too much.

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Don’t Trust Him. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: With Rhonda, Charlie and Wally trapped in the fallout shelter, Y/N is their only way out.

Word Count: 2,727

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings - Violence, Swearing?

A/N - So I know technically the ghosts don’t bleed but I felt like it was slightly better in this situation if they did so let’s just pretend they do. I also apologise for how rushed this is, I really just wanted to get something posted.

Before I died, my knowledge of ghosts was based on what I’d seen in movies. Completely fictional. Turns out there is no way of communicating with the living, nor any way of possession or torment. Not even a way of leaving the place you died. Unless you’re the exception. Which in my case, turns out I am the exception. It’s funny, in life I was very much average, no different from the other thousands of kids attending Split River High. Though in death, I’m powerful. Able to leave the place that the others are stuck, able to speak with the living if only for short periods of time. Mr Martin tells me I’m a vessel. That I should be careful because other ghosts may attempt to take advantage of my unique skills. However, I haven’t had any issues so far. In fact, I’ve done my best to help those trapped here to heal old wounds. Allowing them to forgive.

I’ve been here since 2007, over a decade and yet I’m still the newest ghost. Rhonda died in the sixties, Dawn the seventies, Wally the eighties and Charlie the nineties. Not that I mind, as much as we’re a weird bunch, we’re friends. Hell, I consider them family at this point as we have done nothing but support one another since dying. Wally even more so. He made a point of helping me get settled when I died. Sticking by me through all my meltdowns and the struggles I faced when coming to terms with the powers that I held. It’s safe to say we grew close.

So close in fact, that we’ve been dating for the past seven years. Contrary to popular belief, Wally is fairly shy and so it did take a good few years before either of us dared to confess our feelings. I can’t complain though, we’d been going to homecoming together for years at that point and as we lay on the field gazing up at the stars, he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. What followed was a pretty eventful night fuelled by passion and desire. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Which brings me to the present day, returning from my trip to the grocery store, I wander aimlessly around the hallways. Hoping to find Rhonda, Charlie and Wally, however, they are nowhere to be found. I must admit, the empty hallways are pretty eerie, with Dawn gone the air feels heavier. She brought a certain lightness to the school that can’t be replaced.

Entering the basement, I find myself swinging the shopping bag slightly. Attempting to give myself a confidence boost by acting as though it’s a happy, cheery place to be. Despite residing here for all the years, I’ve never once found myself in the basement, so as much as I am creeped out, I do use this opportunity to be nosy and explore everything on the shelves. Nothing peaks my interest though. Dusty old paint pots and garden tools aren’t exactly my idea of entertainment.

At that moment I begin to hear yells and shouts for help. My head spins in the direction it’s coming from and only then do I notice the huge metal door tucked into the wall. Hesitantly stepping towards it, the shouts get louder, pleading for help. The voices sounding very familiar to those of my friends.

“Wally?” I ask, feet pushing me towards the door a lot faster as I realize who is yelling. “Rhonda? Charlie? Is that you?”

Pushing on the door, I try to move the latch but for whatever reason it is completely sealed shut. No movement whatsoever. It doesn’t matter which way I attempt to pull or twist, the latch isn’t budging. My brows furrow in confusion as I try to work out how this could have happened. The door is old but not old enough to become so stuck that it is impossible to open.

“Y/N!” Wally calls out, relief evident in his voice. “Y/N, we’re completely stuck, the back hatch is locked too.”

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out.” I tell them, still pulling on the door, though my eyes shift around the room, hoping to find a crowbar or any sort of object that may help me.

“Y/N, be careful! You can’t trust him!” Rhonda shouts, her voice panicked, the first time I’ve heard her sound genuinely scared.

“Trust who?”

Before my question is answered, the basement door swings open and I see a shadow looming over me at the top of the stairs. The shopping bag slips from my hand, glass bottles smashing against the floor as I realize who Rhonda was warning me about. Mr Martin’s friendly demeanor is gone, appearing menacing and dangerous as he makes eye contact with me. Shuffling backwards slightly, I keep my eyes on him. Trying to calculate his next move.

“Y/N, do you remember our little chat?” Mr Martin asks, slowly descending the stairs with his hands clasped together, truly looking like a villain.

“I’m not sure which chat you’re talking about, but I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me.”

Each step Mr Martin takes towards me, I take a step back, putting as much space between us as I possibly can. Unable to contain it, I feel my body trembling, the sounds of my friends pounding on the door simply heightens my nerves. Their shouts fill me with dread and I do my best to remain calm, to remain observant. Mr Martin feels like a predator, stalking me as if I’m prey. Was he always like this? Were we all fooled by his supportive teacher act?

“A short while ago, I talked to you about your uniqueness.” He starts, throwing a sharp glare towards the metal door that my friends are trapped behind. “You told me that you wouldn’t use your gifts to benefit others. Clearly you are not a girl of your word.”

He talks slowly, I’m assuming to get some sort of reaction out of me. If I react on impulse, he is in control. I can’t let that happen. If he gains control of this situation, there is no way I can help Wally and Rhonda and Charlie.

“I don’t think I’ve really used it to benefit anyone other than myself.”

“Peach iced tea. Is that not Rhonda’s favorite beverage? Plus, I know for a fact that pack of jelly doughnuts is for Wally.” Mr Martin points out, reaching down to the shopping bag on the floor and rummaging through it to see its contents.

“If I’m going to the store, I’m going to pick up their favorite things. That’s called being a decent person.” I respond, feeling my back touch the shelves that line the walls as I continue to step away from Mr Martin. “They’ve been stuck here long enough, they deserve good things.”

He smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes and ultimately feels incredibly forced. Continuing to make his way towards me, I know he thinks he has me cornered. He thinks I am trapped in the room with him. Little does he know he has made one major mistake. If there is one thing about me, it is that I am insanely loyal and I will do whatever it takes to protect the people I care about. Right now, those people are trapped behind that stupid metal door, and there is nothing I won’t do to get them out.

“You know Mr Martin, I think you’re just jealous.”

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” Wally shouts, the banging on the door becoming more frequent as I sense he is becoming increasingly more panicked.

“Jealous?” Mr Martin questions, an expression of confusion on his face as he obviously didn’t expect me to steer the conversation in this direction. “Jealous of what Y/N?”

My hand snakes behind me at a snail’s pace, ensuring that he doesn’t catch the movement and spoil my plan. I just need to stall slightly, catch him off guard and then if all goes well, I should have them out in no time. Then I can stop worrying, especially about Wally. I know he’s only on the other side of that door but it feels like he is one million miles away.

“Well, you’re the only teacher here. Stuck with a bunch of teenagers, must be hard right? I’m sure you feel isolated and alone. Especially when one such teenager has powers that you can only dream of having. Powers that she uses to get her friends and boyfriend their favorite snacks or new books and films.”

“You think I’m jealous that you use your gifts on something so trivial?” Mr Martin questions, stepping towards me once more so we are practically inches apart. “Trust me Y/N, if I had the gifts that you hold, I would be using them to guide myself to the light. To cross over. Not you though, you’re just a stupid little girl that wastes talent on a bunch of people that do not care about you and are only using you for your gifts. I mean do you really think Wally would be sticking around with you if you weren’t able to bring him little treats? Though I suppose you did spread your legs for him the moment you arrived so who really knows.”

With a sigh, my hand takes a firm hold of the paint pot handle. “I really wish you hadn’t just said that.”

With a sharp swing I aim the paint pot directly at Mr Martin’s head, hitting him right above his ear. A pained groan escapes his mouth as he is knocked off balance, planting his hand against the wall so that he doesn’t fall to the ground. Sure, he can’t die twice, but I’m certain that I can at least knock him out for a while. As I go to swing the pot again, his forearm blocks my blow. Sending the pot clattering to the floor.

“Well now I’m angry.” He states, giving me no time to react as he grabs the end of one of the smashed glass bottles swiping at me with the sharp end.

Despite finding reassurance in the fact that I can’t die twice, I still wince at the feeling of the glass drag directly across my cheek. Cut opening, I feel the blood dripping down my cheek and in the one moment that I reach up to hold my wound, Mr Martin strikes again. Blunt end of the bottle hitting the back of my head sending me crashing to the ground. Grunting softly as I hit the floor with a thud.

“Y/N!” Wally bellows, worry laced in his voice and guilt floods through me as I hate to put him through this. “Y’N be careful, please. Y/N!”

Rhonda and Charlie are shouting as well, pain in their voices as they are evidently stressed out not knowing what is going on and only being able to hear the sounds of our fight. It must be hard having no indication of who is winning.

Flipping myself so that I am no longer facing the ground, I watch as Mr Martin stands over me. Dropping himself into a crouch, his fingers brush a stray hair out of my face. A wicked smirk settled on his face.

“Such a pretty face, too bad nobody else will get to see it.”

A rush of energy pulses through my body and with all the strength I can muster, I manage to stretch my arm out to grab the paint pot. Repeatedly hitting the teacher over the head with it and I feel little splatters of blood coat my face and body as he collapses to the floor. When I see no sign of movement, I begin to search through his jacket pockets. Whether that’s for a key or a key code, I’m not too sure. Though, I’m hoping when I find it, I’ll know.

With just my luck, a key slips into my hand, just in time for me to watch his body disappear as he resets to wherever he died. I’m unsure of how long he will be out and so for now I ignore my injuries focusing on finding any sort of lockbox.

“I’ve got a key. Any idea where it’s supposed to go?” I ask, hoping I can find some sort of answer from the three behind the door.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a little box to the right of the door, just above the ground.” Charlie answers, allowing me to search quickly.

Within no time I have found the box, twisting the key to find a switch which completely resets the lock on the door. This time when I try the door it pushes open with ease and I’m greeted by a swarm of tight hugs. Even Rhonda wraps her arms around me, squeezing slightly.

Wally hangs back, waiting for the other two to finish their greetings first. As soon as he gets the chance, he’s sweeping me off my feet, hugging me so tight that I feel as though my ribs may shatter. He’s twirling me around clearly happy just to see me again, and no doubt to be out of that room.

“I hate to break this up guys but we should probably head off before the evil teacher decides to come and take his revenge on Y/N.” Rhonda states, already beginning to make her way up the stairs.

Once we make it to the library, Wally is immediately all over me. Tending to my wounds as best as he can with the limited medical supplies we picked up from the nurses office on the way. He has a slight frown on his face as he wipes away the blood and I can’t help but place my fingers under his jaw, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips as a way of cheering him up. Yet the frown remains.

“Hey, what’s wrong? We made it out didn’t we?” I ask, cupping his face with my hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“Yeah but I should have been out there to protect you. If I was there you wouldn’t have been hurt. You would never have been in that position.” He tells me, eyes not meeting mine as he speaks and I have a feeling that it’s because he is embarrassed and ashamed that he couldn't do anything.

Smiling softly, my lips press against his forehead, followed by both cheeks, then his nose, chin and lips. As I’m peppering kisses all across his face, he finally begins to crack a slight smile. His hands wrap around my forearms as he tugs me into a slow, heated kiss. Lips moving against mine at a relaxed pace and I find myself pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. He groans quietly, hands moving to carefully pull me onto his lap as we get caught up in the heat of the moment.

“Can you guys please be gross somewhere else?” Rhonda asks, tilting her book down slightly to make sure we hear her.

I giggle as a soft rose blush tints Wally’s cheeks, pink from ear to ear. It’s cute, and he’s the most relaxed I have seen him since leaving the basement.

“Not to kind of spoil the mood, but what do we do about Mr Martin?” I ask, sharing a worried glance between the three other ghosts sitting at the table.

“I mean, we’re already dead, he can’t hurt us.” Rhonda states, a logical answer though I’m sure he’d still find a way to make our lives hell.

“Yeah but he still trapped us and look at Y/N’s face.” Charlie comments, clearly nervous by the entire situation. “No offense.”

“Not to mention he’s been studying us.” Wally adds in, to which he receives a questioning look from me. “I’ll fill you in later.”

“I guess we just avoid him and maybe brush up on exorcisms and ridding ourselves of negative spirits.” I say, smiling at Wally as I feel him reach for my hand under the table.

As eventful as today was, and as scary as today, I’m no longer scared. Mr Martin may be big and tough but I know that the four of us are able to take on anything. Besides with Wally by my side, I know I’m able to accomplish anything.

#wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark fic #wally clark imagines #school spirits #school spirits fic #school spirits imagines #rhonda #charlie #mr martin

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chi-the-idiot · 5 months

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Many have said this before, but i feel it's meaningful and important to highlight this.

People watching Hbomberguy's video on Plagarism and Youtube seem to have laser focused in on the particular people he mentions instead of the overall message.

And let me be clear: it's understandable that this happened. Hbomberguy spends most of the 4 hours of the video recounting the types of plagarism he's seen pop around on youtube, naming people like Filip, Iiluminaughty, Internet Historian, and later using those examples to showcase all the forms combined into one, with all of their excuses included, in James Sommerton's chanel. The video does name several well known creators, so on a surface level it could be seen as a "hit piece/call out" towards all of them.

But people seem to have ignored the real message, the real importance of why Hbomberguy mentioned all of those cases.

Most of those people are well known within their fields of content. Its likely that, if people were to watch their videos, they would not go out of their way to look for the other sources of their content if they were, in fact, cited. And, in the most despicable cases, they were not, and with reason: they didn't want to be found out.

Iilluminaughty cited her sources so badly it would have been tedious for the regular viewer to go through them just to find what they wanted.

Internet Historian literally stole man in cave from someone else, narration and all, and when he was found out, instead of being honest, he was fucking sneaky about changing some words to still make it pass as his own.

And what can we say about James Sommerton that hasn't been said?

Ultimately, I feel like people don't really take into account the true harm plagarism does. Plagarism is taking someone's work and passing it as your own. The time destined to actual research, the talent of writers, the personal tone. It is all lost when something is stolen from them just for the sake of content. For the fame and fortune that comes from it.

Internet Historian took the views Man in Cave could have gotten for the real author all to himself.

James Sommerton took the recognition and praise for phrases, ideas, and musings that other queer creators could have gotten, effectively taking the voices of his community and potraying it as his own.

From all of this, I hope we can learn. This is not drama, this is important. I don't want deplatforming for any of the creators that are still here (except for Iiluminaughty, she has done much more than just plagirize). I want Internet Historian to put effort into not plagirizing, to not be sneaky about it by saying "inspired by" and telling the full story of "hey, i stole this, i will do better" and calling for his viewers to give recognition to the article he read. Hell, James Sommerton could start making other types of content that is not stolen from articles if he wants to.

Plagarism is not the end of the world. But it is harmful to creatives of all sorts, and it's important to recognize that and, if we did do plagarism, credit those whose work we used (if its not possible to take down the work whatsoever), and promise to do better and go through with it.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

#hbomberguy #james somerton #iiluminaughtii #internet historian #most of the names are probably misspelled sorry for that

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bronx-bomber87 · 2 months

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Good evening Fandom :) Gonna try and be more concise and mini this time haha Wasn’t so mini last time. Imma really try LOL Also the gif library just refuses to pull anything that's new and its driving me nuts. Guess all the pretty gifs will have to wait till summer when the library gets it's act together and I can be more in depth. LOL This is supposed to mini anyways. I'll do my best to make this brief but impactful haha This is a new gear for me.

6x02 The Hammer

Their first interaction is fraught af. Tim is radiating hurt still not that I blame him. He is trying to sweep it under the rug but the man is hurting. I do love Lucy trying to let him know not how healthy communication works. heh She's not wrong. You know I was so Tim in this moment before therapy. Surprise surprise right?

Deeply hurt but when it gets brought up I shirked it off. Try to put it in a box and bury it. Lucy is right it’s not healthy. But he isn’t in the place to receive that right now. I do love her saying they have stuff to talk about if she ever goes under. Yes.... yes you do. Lucy seems to have calmed down at this point and Tim isn’t there yet…

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Lucy getting roped into the ring thing LOL Their tension is immediate as they sandwich Angela in their fight. Angela is the fandom as she watches them bicker. My goodness not hiding how they feel whatsoever….Tense af while they’re fighting. Could cut it with a knife. Sniping at each other. Tim saying he knew she wasn't really over it.

Which kills my 'calmed down' theory for Lucy haha Even though they're at odds Tim still offers his help because it's his girl. Lucy saying she will accept it even if she doesn’t need it. These two.. Angela's final words had me laughing. Wanting to come and enjoy their fight with popcorn. Tim saying she’s not funny on the way out hahaha Not in the mood for his bestie either.

Love Lucy reaching out to touch him and make a joke bout Hammer's real name. Tim full of sass asking if he can finish? Well I never Timothy. LOL He has a warrant out and it’s outstanding that'll make this easy.... Even worse he loves to fight cops. Oh boy. Ladies first lmfao oh Tim I love you so. Putting his hand on her back. She’s smiling though.

OMG I can’t believe Tim tried to get her to fight the Hammer. My love no.... Her argument is solid af that she has to look amazing. That no one cares what he looks like. I mean I care what he looks like but it’s true she needs to look hot at haha Tim caving because well it's Lucy. Like fighting the sun right now. heh Lucy telling him he’s got this. Oh my lord it's so cute.

Lucy wanting to jump in but Tim stops her. My heart. He’s getting his ass kicked at first oof. Tim launching off the bed to kick Hammer into the closet. Holy shit that was sexy. I hope this fight gets gif'd it was great. He wins though. Well done Tim that was fine as hell. Got my motor revving.

Oh my goodness him bending on one knee and looking at her. The looks are LOADED here. Especially on Lucy's end. Getting me all in my feels goodness. Especially Lucy’s face. Myriad of emotions going on there. Foreshadowing at it's finest Oh my. I have a feeling when do the summer review I'll have a novel on this. Tim passes the hell out shortly after. Getting asthma attack just looking at him.

Love the set up girls night/boys night and their talk bout their relationship. Celina asking Lucy to have less baking at her party HA! Naww love Celina thinking in those terms. Lucy saying that's way off. Seeming worried it’s not in their future. Heart clutch. Adore this back and forth between Lucy and Tim at the parties LOVING Chastity telling Lucy like it is. Calling her out really. Even she can see it. I mean feel like Lucy is scared and just won't back down from this path.

It's not just Tim. It's her too but she is digging her heels in. I can’t say I don’t agree with Tim on the projection. Lucy using Isabel as an excuse for that. I think she is using it more than he is IMO at this point in time. She usually is right on the money with Tim. This time doesn't feel like it. Almost as if she’s using Isabel as a scape goat for being scared more so than Tim. Lucy saying she’s fine. Lying liar my love lying liar.

Poor Tim wanting to show he’s not the problem my love. That he's not the only one. There is clearly still a lot to sort through for them. This scene is proof of that. Lucy gets a call from Tim to meet at the station. This has to be the lie detector test. Harper telling her to run I was dying.

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How cute is Tim in his black shirt all wired up for her? I'm dying how precious it was. The way she crosses the room sweet lord. Eyeing her prey. She basically is straddling his thigh. Imma pass out. Getting as close as she can to him. Basically hugging his thigh with hers. I’m getting hot under the collar already. She is so ready to ask him anything but UC questions to start this off. Clearly wanting to ask him specific things on her mind since he's hooked up to the machine.

The bug question LMAO. The most Tim and Lucy thing ever. Of course that man doesn't release the bugs haha. Very her to ask him to do it though. God this was so cute I cannot. Small little insight to their relationship we don't usually get to see.

Then she went right after it with asking if he loves her? A question I think has been weighing on her mind for awhile. Knowing she can immediately see if he's lying. Gah look at him light up. The way he leans into her. Reminding of his posture in 5x09 when he asked her out again. Just as serious now as he was then. Saying he loves her ugh my heart. Our big softie in action in this moment.

Lucy couldn’t be happier with this answer. Same look she got whenever he complimented her in the past. They be beaming everyone. Then he get’s a big fact lie with the UC question crap. Now I feel this isn't fair. Because the man LIVES to support her but he is a struggle bus about this path. To me that 'lie' wasn't because he doesn't support her. To me just those damn demons that won't rest for him.

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Tim looking fine af. Looking for his girl of courses sigh. Cool cool cool fun angsty glances. Damn you gif library was primo angsty looks. Even though they’re sitting next to each other it’s the most physical distance seen between them really in ever. Yeah their arms are touching but not much else. More angsty looks between them at the reception. Gah they’re intense as hell.

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Tim coming to find her my heart. Being the one to break the distance. Asking her to dance and confronting this issue. So proud of him and what he tells her. What a man. He's owning the trauma he still carries. Which is HUGE for him. Lucy thanking him and saying they'll make it through. I love this. Always love us touching back on. 'Unless it is.' moment. Because yeah this is hard but they're worth it and they continually see that and show it.

Now do I love it squarely being just on Tim this UC Fight? No I don't. I do think she is still having doubts but love him laying it out there. I think the issue's Lucy is having just haven't been confronted yet. Their fight from 6x01 was about Tim's issues for most part. Her's were for sure in there just not as prominently. I'm hopeful we touch on her's later this season.

This still feel unresolved to me and imbalanced. Especially now that Tim has admitted some fault to their problems as of late. I feel like I have a really good grasp on these characters. To me my gut is telling me Lucy is scared, having doubts, worried about a long term assignment. What it'll mean for them. Her side of it still needs to be delved into. 5x20-5x21 shook her more than she is letting on. Truly think this just hasn't been explored yet. Because they both have things to resolve with this career choice.

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Also wanna note in this lovely scene. Lucy has her hands all over her him and I’m about it my god. The intimate swaying and leaning into each other. That magnetic force of their's bringing them back together. Their bodies relaxing for the first time in this entire episode. Just happy to be near one another. They're glowing when they come back together in this moment.

Gah their chemistry is out of this world. Her hand on the back his head too phew lord and we get a return ILY. *heart clutch* Lucy's eyes searching his face hoping her saying as such soothes his wounds a little. The cute lie detector line I cannot. It’s was so precious. Their smiles have me on cloud 9. Couldn't be more in love if these two tried. *happy sigh*

Lucy and Tim leading the charge hot damn they pretty. Tim in formal wear and his badge? Lord help me. Phew this was a HEFTY one. So many things to sort through. Like I said in my OG post these are first thoughts. Should be interesting to see how they change come summer and we're in the hiatus.

Thank you to everyone who liked the premiere post. These are a different gear for me glad they're liked ha Imposter Syndrome is real ya'll lol Feel free to comment your thoughts I love chatting about them and this season best part of going through it together for first time. See you all next week!

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Side notes-non Chenford

Lmao the cold open. Daddy cop was always a fav one of mine.

Hey Henry is back sorta. ha

Love Luna checking in on Aaron. Then having a little ptsd poor love.

Oscar is back too LOL

‘Miss Cleo' nickname LMAO

Poor Aaron having a rough time of it. I was worried he was leaning on Celina too much tbh. Also that kiss yikes my man yikes...

#Caitlin's Mini Reviews #chenford #s6 #6x02 The Hammer #the rookie 6x02 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well.#otp: some things matter more #otp: you did good #otp: you're nothing like him.#otp: unless it is #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil

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an absolute win for the transmasc community 🙇

ngl I'm a sucker for sickfics and would love to read anything involving Remus looking after an ill reader who's neck deep in homework and refuses to take a break. maybe they fall asleep in the library, maybe they grumble about not being able to taste anything at breakfast, i dont know, take any creative liberties you'd like 😌

Oh i actually love you, i was thinking about writing earlier and this is the perfect excuse 😭 thank you my love

idk why i started off so angry at the start, i was trying to make him seem frustrated 😔/swearing/author cannot write for shit ☹️☹️/the layout is weird but if i don't do it in bulletpoints it'll be worse 🌚/author is British don't even start with me. 'Bollocking isnt British slang' WELL I USE IT OK 😕😕/not proof read, might go back and tweak it but i doubt it, sorry my love/do these warnings make me sound like a dick? ☹️

Remus Lupin x ill transmasc reader

Obviously you had to get ill now. Absolutely fucking brilliant.

You were absolutely balls deep in work that will not help you in the future whatsoever. Which is really a punch in the face cause you don't even have balls

Remus, of course, being the absolute star he is, wasn't the biggest fan of you overworking yourself, especially in this state

He tried to gently coax you out of this habit. Which worked for about half an hour before you got straight back to it

It's either an absolute bollocking from the teachers or an absolute bolloking from your immune system. Great.

You were currently hunched over a desk in the library, trying to focus.

Lines weren't lining. I swear, you read the same line about 57 times over and it just wasn't going in

You lay your head down in frustration

Look, you didn't mean to fall asleep, but it's grasp was just so comforting

It wasn't until about 20 minutes of Remus asking your mates where the hell you were until he found you absolutely knocked out in the library

His lip quirked up slightly, stroking your cheek gently

He packed up all your books. Another day.

Listen, he would've carried you but with his joints that is not happening

He awoke you as peacefully as he could. He felt like shit about it too.

"Sh, shh, i know dove, i know darling, we'll get you to bed, yeah? Atta boy"

Of course, you can lean a good amount of weight on him as you walk

When you protest slightly he gives you a stern look

"Love, you're pale, your voice sounds like your nose has earplugs up it. Just, let me take care of you. For the hell of it, yeah?"

God, his voice could convince the most stoic person on earth.

Eventually he got you into bed, warm hands taking your binder off (gifted by the courtesy of James)

Normally, after all that moving around the school you'd be awake again, but God everything about that man is so relaxing

He gently, as if he's handling a porcelain doll, dresses you into something comfier, kissing your forehead

"Need anything baby? Tea? Hot chocolate?"

Eventually, you dose off, a side table of neatly folded tissues and a body filled with warmth.

ACTUALLY PROUD OF THIS ONE?? WOAH??Kinda didn't get across amazingly that reader was sick, sorry pookie ☹️☹️✊️ hope you enjoyed lovely!!

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simping-for-joe · 6 months

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Take a Deep Breath

Leon Kennedy X Dyslexic! Reader

You decided to put something together without help but struggle with the instructions the day escalates from there

A/N: So fun story, I have dyslexia, and a lot of times when I see neurodivergent reader, it's not really included so I said fuck it and wrote it myself. This is based on a general experience I've had with dyslexia. I tried my best to communicate what it feels like for me personally. Sorry, this is like really specific and I'm probably the only one who wants this.

You had decided it was a good idea to try to put together a nightstand while Leon was at work today. You had the day off and decided to do a few things around the house. Leon and you just moved into a new apartment and needed a new nightstand.

You open the box with some scissors and take out the instructions. You take out all the parts, as well as get the tools the paper told you to grab. A smile on your face as it seemed like this would be easier than you thought.

“Okay…” You're about a third step in, and you read the instructions…. You read it again… you read it one last time. “W-what?” You look at the picture and… it was no help. “Am I dumb?” You ask yourself slightly annoyed. You take a deep breath slightly annoyed before you start to read it out slowly. “Connect part C to part D… but how the hell…” It was so vague you weren’t sure how you were supposed to exactly attach them and the picture was absolutely no help whatsoever. That good mood was almost completely gone, but you were still determined to do this. It would be a nice surprise for Leon and maybe you could figure this out.

You needed a break so you were in the kitchen scrolling through your phone, you were beyond frustrated and started to get a little shouty with the instructions. It probably didn’t help that anytime you’ve ever built furniture it was with someone else. You wanted to slam your forehead against the countertop, but you get distracted by the sound of the front door opening.

“I’m home!” Leon calls when he notices you're right in the kitchen. He chuckles a little before you hug him tightly. "How was your day?" He asks softly as he hugs you back.

"Actually... I was hoping to get your help with something." You bring up to him.

"What is it?" He asks curiously as you guide him to your bedroom. He looked in and that answered his question.

"I... I need you to read this." You hand him the directions slightly embarrassed. He just takes the paper and reads the instructions out to you. You listen, think for a moment... and find you are still lost. Leon chuckles softly, and motions for you to watch him do it. You watch as he effortlessly puts together the last part you need to complete the nightstand.

Annoyance and embarrassment fills you as you realize how simple it was to finish the nightstand. Leon gives you a reassuring smile.

"It's alright," he attempts to assure you and kisses your forehead to make you forget your emotions on the matter and make you feel a bit better.

Leon makes the decision to go grocery shopping to distract you from the whole nightstand thing. You had written a list earlier in the day, and it seemed like a good idea.

However, as you're walking through the store and you ask Leon for the next item on the list, he's stumped.

"Leon?" You ask softly, and he looks to you.

"Um... sweetheart, what does this say?" He asks you showing you the paper and you honestly have no clue. You cannot tell what the hell you wrote on that paper.

"I have... no fucking clue." You say softly in shock as you take the paper from him trying your hardest to remember. Sometimes when you spelled things wrong you could remember what you were trying to say, this was not one of those times. You groan out annoyed, and want to hit something.

"Hey... are you okay?" He asks you softly.

"No! I fucking hate having dyslexia, it fucking sicks!" You stop and sigh out annoyed. "Sucks... I meant sucks..." A little defeated, you hang your head a bit.

"Come here, baby." He says softly pulling you into a hug. Embracing you tightly calming you down a bit. "Just take a deep breath..." He assures you gently.

"I'm sorry... it's just so frustrating sometimes..." You tried to explain, but it was annoying. You didn't hate your dyslexia, it was more complicated with that. You know on some level, you've grown used to your disability and you've learned to live with it. However, it still got in your way sometimes.

"I know..." He assures you gently, kissing your forehead. "This stuff happens sometimes, and that's okay. Don't beat yourself up about it okay?" You nod gently embracing him tightly.

"Thanks, Leon..." You smile looking up at you fondly.

"It's no problem love... now, let's try to figure out what's on this list." He jokes getting a chuckle and a smile from you finally.

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Jack Harlow x Reader : BABY MAMA DRAMA PT 3

*Read these beforehand: 1 2 3 & 4

“Y/N, hi.”

“Can we talk?”

“Y-yeah, come in.”

You walk into his parents home and take a deep breath to calm your nerves and yourself in general. You had a lot to say so you’re hoping everything goes as planned.

You enter the living room and sit down on the couch. “Y/N, look I know I messed up today and that was definitely not in my plans.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Jack, you followed me and my boyfriend all day. You, your girlfriend and Neelam kept attacking me on Instagram, how else did you think today was going to end?”

He shrugs, “Definitely not with a bloody nose.”

“Blanca warned you plenty of times, not my fault none of you took her seriously.”

“I wanted to apologize for what Heather and Neelam were saying online and about today. No way in hell am I taking you to court, you don’t think I know I’ll lose? You’ve been with Adrian and there’s no denying that.”

“Blanca must’ve hit you hard for you to say all these nice things.” You tell him jokingly.

“Y/N I’ve been trying, since the start and you just push me away. I hit my limit point, and sure maybe I should’ve done things differently but I needed to be in my son's life.”

You laugh “You’ve been trying since the beginning? Jack please, there’s no cameras around, your friends aren’t here, don’t lie now.”

“I’m serious, yeah maybe while you were pregnant I wasn’t around, and I should’ve treated you differently. But I did show up at the hospital but I was kicked out. I showed up when you gave birth, I showed up plenty of times after that, but I was always pushed aside. When you left I went looking for you and Adrian, do you really think I would leave my kid? I tried, I really did, but you didn’t let me.”

“Excuse me? I was there, I know you didn’t show up at all so stop with the lies Jack.” You tell him getting annoyed and a bit mad.

“I’m not lying, everytime I tried Diego was there and he told me you didn’t want to see me. He would answer your phone and tell me you had filed for full custody. He told me you had planned on leaving me way before giving birth.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t do that, don’t lie on my boyfriend to try to make yourself look good. You left on your own, you should’ve tried harder.”

He’s shaking his head “Y/N I promise you I did try, the texts I send you, how can you say I didn’t when you would reply to me, telling me to fuck off.”

“Tex- what texts? Jack the moment I moved out I left that phone in our old apartment. I changed my number, I had no communication with you whatsoever.”

“Then it was Diego or Blanca.”

“Blanca might hate you but if you tried like you say you did, she wouldn’t push you away. Diego doesn’t have any motive to do that. So stop with the lying.”

“Here, look” he pulls out his phone and hands it to you “I texted you when my mom told me you were on the way to the hospital to give birth, I’ve been texting you non stop and obviously someone close to you has been replying.”

You scroll through the texts messages and indeed he’s right, he’s telling the truth. “Just because what you’re saying is right, that doesn’t excuse the fact that you weren’t there before and during my pregnancy. It doesn’t excuse the hurtful stuff you’ve been saying online.”

“I totally understand that part, and I’ll forever apologize to you, but Y/N, you saw the texts, you can’t deny that I tried for the most part. He wouldn’t let me.”

“If what you’re saying it’s true, then that’s my issue with my boyfriend and you can’t get involved.”

“I won’t get involved unless you ask me to.”

“I won’t be asking, I’ll handle that part.”

He nods, “From now on I promise you to give you the respect you deserve. I was an ass and I’m sorry for everything I said.”

“I appreciate the fact that you’re understanding my situation, but it’s going to take more than some words to get on my good side. You worry about Adrian and being in his life.”

“What about yours?”

You shake your head. “We’ll forever be tied to one another, but you being in my life any other way is a big no. I’m with Diego and I respect him enough not to cross that line.”

“Please just ask him about the text, I have my suspicions about other stuff and I’m handling that part.”

“Jack, please no more fighting or insults. We both did enough on social media. From now on, anything involving Adrian, it stays between us and your parents, that’s it.”

“And Blanca.”

“Definitely Blanca, whatever you believe, she was there more than anyone else and I will forever be thankful for her and our son is lucky to have her in his life.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I promise you no more fighting between us.”

“Why do I have a feeling that there’s going to be more than fighting with whatever you’re plotting.”

Jack shrugs and smiles, “Not between us, I feel like we might even team up on this. Well, if anything goes as planned.”

You groan, “I can’t with you right now.” You stand up from the couch. “I’ll be heading out, I need to do some grocery shopping and last minute errands that got canceled due to your actions today. But please stick to your words.”

“I promise, no drama between us.”

You roll your eyes at that and head towards the door and to your car.

The talk you had with Jack should’ve made you feel even better but something about his words is making you think hell's about to let loose.

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An hour later you are finally done running your errands and arriving at your house when you get an incoming call.

You roll your eyes and you answer the call. “Just because we sort of worked things out, doesn’t mean you can call me like we’re best friends Jack.”

“Yeah yeah, quick question, is Diego home?”

You look around your house and where he’s usually parked and you only see Blanca’s car there.

“Uhh, noo, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Nothing, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Jack.” You warn.

“We’re good Y/N, I promise you.”

“JACKMAN.”

“Chill out, you'll get high blood pressure, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.”

“What? JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW.”

“Wow I missed that, but bye talk soon.” With that he hangs up.

“Está loco este gringo.” You say to yourself and shake your head.

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Once Jack ended the call with Y/N he got out of his car and looked around his driveway to confirm his suspicion he had from the very start.

He made it into his home and tried not to make any noises so he could catch everyone by surprise.

He walks into his shared bedroom and smiles at what he sees. He sneakily takes a picture, makes a call and puts his phone away and claps. “I knew it.” He yells.

“Wh- Jack baby it’s not what it looks like.” Heather says panicking, rushing to cover her naked body with the sheets.

Jack shrugs “It looks exactly what I think it is.”

“Let me explain, baby please.”

“I honestly don’t give a fuck, I’m not even hurt about it.” He then faces the person he caught Heather in bed with. “You though, you’re an ass and in need of an ass beating for many reasons. But I’ll let Y/N do that.”

“She won’t believe you, she hates you, I made sure of that.”

“Oh Diego, don’t give yourself too much credit.”

“You think she’ll believe you? You left her alone and you weren’t with Adrian, I was. So let’s see who’s actually going to win this round.”

“I think she will believe me, I have a good feeling about this.”

Diego laughs, laying in bed like if he just didn’t get caught cheating. “You see, I’ve been plotting this entire thing since the very beginning. You had all the girls, you had Y/N, you treated her like shit, while I was there, the best friend who held her while she cried. I was there and you weren’t, and that’s where I have the upper hand. She got pregnant, I made sure you were nowhere around. Getting kicked out from the hospital? That was my doing and it was perfect, it was the final nail in the coffin to make her hate you, and love me.”

“So that was your plan from the beginning? Make her hate me so you could swoop in and mend her broken heart? You used her, used her feelings and just to get with her and make my son love you as well?”

Diego shrugs “It worked didn't it? The only problem was, I hate kids, and Adrian, well he’s such a mommy’s boy and still loved you even though I tried my hardest to get him to hate you. He was just this annoying boy who got on my nerves most of the time, but I had a planned for that. That’s where Heather comes in.”

“He’s three, there’s no hate in my boy’s heart. But if you think whatever you and Heather had planned for my son was going to stand, then you’re strongly mistaken. I would never take him away from his mother, I wouldn’t allow that.”

“As annoying as he is, I can admit that. Good luck trying to get my girl to believe you though.”

Jack crosses his arms and smirks, “Then you have nothing to worry about. Now get out of my house before I call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing.”

Diego smirks and gets up from the bed “Heather, pleasure doing business with you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, I know you two are working together. You can leave with him too sweets.” Jack says.

“Jack please let me explain.”

“I think we’re good, you made things so much easier for me. Thank you for that.”

“After everything Diego and I did to keep you and her away, you still love that bitch? You still have hope she’ll take you back and be this happy family? Give up, she hates you. We made sure of that.” Heather yells while getting dressed.

“It is what it is, I’ll be in her life no matter what, we have a kid together.”

“You won’t, I still have more under my sleeve.” Diego says and walks out the bedroom.

Jack stares at Heather “Quick question.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Were you in on the plan with him from the start? Because that’s the only thing I’m questioning.”

“After she moved out.”

Jack nods “So from the beginning then?”

“N-no, I wasn’t with the plan at first, but then he told me how you would always try to go back and see her, then you came over one night and that was it. It was mainly him telling her stuff and him texting you from her old phone.”

“Got it, thanks.” Jack says, “You can leave now.”

“You’re an ass.” she says and storms out of the bedroom.

Jack shrugs and takes his phone out of his jeans pocket and sees that the call ended, he just hopes the person on the other end heard everything that just happened.

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A few hours later, you cooked dinner and set the table up. You convinced Drea and Blanca to take Adrian out for a movie and ice cream. You were now waiting for your boyfriend to get home so you can both have a talk.

“Babe, I’m home.”

“In the kitchen.” You were sitting down at the dining room, sipping on a glass of tequila.

“Wow, what’s all this?” Diego asks, looking around the table.

“I made dinner.”

“Babe, did you forget I hate enchiladas?”

You shrug, “Oh, that’s for me and Jack.”

He looks confused. “I’m sorry what?”

“Well he and I had a great talk. I learned plenty of stuff and everything just makes sense now.”

“Is he finally going to step up and be the father Adrian needs?”

“I mean he wouldn't have had to step up if you just stayed in your lane. But I can’t control what has already happened. But I can sure control what's about to happen from here on foward.” You take a sip from your drink and look up at him.

He’s standing a few feet away from you looking at you with his arms crossed and raised eyebrows. “Babe, what are you talking about? What lies has he been telling you?”

You chuckle, “I’ll give it to you, you had me fooled. You had everyone fooled.” you stand up, chug your drink and smile. “I heard everything, every single thing you told Jack, I heard it all.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid, you and Heather are together and plotting against Jack and me. You’ve been pushing him away through me. All over a stupid middle school vendetta you had against him.”

“Y/N, you sound crazy.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to argue with you. I heard everything and that’s all you need to know to pack your shit and leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh I think you are, you little shit.” Blanca says, walking into the kitchen with her dog and a bat in hand.

You smile and she winks at you. “I rooted for you man, but you played my cousin and you should know by now, that I don’t let shit slide especially if it has anything to do with my family.”

“You both are crazy.”

“We might be, but you’ll be nothing but tiny pieces if you don’t pack your shit and leave.”

“I’m being nice on letting you pack your stuff, Blanca and Drea wanted to burn everything.” You tell him.

“So what, you believe everything that idiot tells you? Adrian doesn’t need him.”

“What? He needs you? You honestly think I’ll be with someone who spoke poorly about my son? Estás sordo o te haces? I heard everything, Jack called me when he caught you and Heather.”

“Enough talking pendejo, pack your shit and leave.” Blanca says.

“Better yet, leave now. I’m not letting you stay here another second.”

You turn around to see Jack, Clay and Urban are standing in the entrance of your kitchen.

“Oh now it's a party.” Blanca says.

“Alright, I’m leaving, but don’t come running to me crying saying how he broke your heart again. He won’t change. I might have done the plotting, but it’s all his character.” Diego says and walks out, but not before bumping shoulders with Jack.

“Someone wants to explain to me what the hell just happened?” Urban asks.

“Dude, do you just follow Jack into anything without knowing the details?” Blanca asks him

He nods. “Pretty much yeah.”

You shake your head and sit down. “Sit down and eat, Jack will explain everything.”

They all sit down and you start serving the food while Jack explains everything that he had suspected, and everything that happened today.

“So you two are finally good then?” Clays asks.

“I wouldn’t say that, we’re starting fresh. But there's still so much hurt and things we both need to talk about. Like I told him, our main concern here is Adrian and a few nice words won’t change everything. We both said hurtful things, and we need time to figure everything out.”

Jack nods, “I’m just lucky and thankful Y/N has given me another chance to make things right.”

“If you fuck up, me and my dog will tear you into shreds.”

“I know Blanca, the bloody nose proved you stay true to your threats.”

You all laugh at that and continue with dinner.

Things changed tonight, you don’t know if for the better or for worse. But one thing is for sure, you didn’t make it any easier for Jack, he had a lot to make up for and it will take time, even years.

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kfruityouth · 6 months

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elijah volkov is so interesting to me because like. i mean obviously there's the whole 'manipulative cult leader who tries to burn our mc on a pyre' shtick but like (until season 2 if he makes a comeback) we don't know what his whole deal is? like what the hell? i don't think he's a bad person. i don't think anyone in chnt is, i think the whole point is that the characters are flawed people with motives, ambitions, goals, and their own moral compass. obviously we can see those flaws more prominently in other characters (like for example jedidiah's treatment of sydney, the lack of communication there, and lucille's... lucille-ness) i do believe that he loved sydney, in his own fucked up way, and believed that burning him on the pyre would actually be 'good' in a way. i don't wanna go and immediately say it's some sort of delusion but it probably was that. like, i wonder if he's filled with the same religious fervour he imposes on others, because iirc in the episode where elijah and sydney have tea he says that the grandfather clock is the only 'safe' way he can view his reflection? which could imply if he looked in a mirror, or reflection in water or a window, he could. be. do. that? and also the whole. y'know. mirror thing in the last episode. but that wouldn't explain his obsession. but then again, maybe it's just that: an unhealthy obsession. back to his motives though, there's so much to take and run with, because, like, he stole from the kids at the camp for one. he refers to the things he took from the kids as 'tithes' which implies he sees himself as above them, which comes back to the whole cult leader thing. but then he just lets sydney take them back? so it was probably just to get his attention. god im overanalysing every little action man i cant believe its come to this i do understand the hate for him though. like the whole point is to hate him, right? cause he was 'toxic'? but by that logic we shouldn't like jedidiah, or even sydney, either, because they're both 'toxic' in their own rights.

but yeah i think he's a cool character. goofy as hell tho (i mean have you seen that drip?) and i hope we get to see him in season 2. anyways i actually have no idea if this makes any sense whatsoever lmk if it doesnt lol end ramble

#camp here and there #camp here & there #chnt #sydney chnt #sydney sargent #elijah volkov #the elephant man

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this-is-a-nice-show · 6 months

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I adore any and all Supernatural and Good Omen crossovers because On one hand, you have a show comprised of at least 60% male brooding and emotional heart to hearts with jarring, nonsensical, violent plot points almost always with a devastating season finale.

And on the other hand, you have a show featuring an unlikely pairing who constantly bicker but also would die for each other in a heartbeat exclusively in the most stupid, chaotic, and unnecessary way possible.

They both have extremely established lore in their universes that do not line up whatsoever. My favourite part is someone trying to combine the lore or totally disregard the rules of these universes like a prophet who has heard whispers of the word of god/Chuck directly and is communicating their word to us. And they are beautifully creative every time. Every take is completely different on how the lore is combined and I'm still like "You're so damn right. Cheers, I'll drink to that."

But ignoring the biblical themes of both shows they have so many similarities...

A vintage car is kept in pristine condition and is almost exclusively the main method of transportation. "Get in the car, angel! Alpha Centuri!" - Crowley (2019, colourized). Okay, were you planning on driving to Alpha Centuri??? "Hop in the car, Sam. Time to go on our day-long road trip for the second time this week." For fucks sake, you have infinite money. Buy a plane ticket.

We listen to One Song. A Nightingale Sang in Berkley Square. Carry On My Wayward Son.

We will extend our musical selection To A Certain Extent. Queen only. No modern music.

Angst.

Weird Haircuts.

Zombies, Nazis, Witches. Unclear definition of what the capabilities of witches are in both universes. Dean killed Hitler, Crowley killed three nazis.

Female love interest? Ehhh... No, thank you.

Male love interest? Ehhh... No, thank you. I'm rolling with genderless Crowley/Aziraphale. But don't worry because Castiel is happiest when he says he loves Dean. If that doesn't say platonic male friendships, I don't know what does. /s

Dumbass Behaviour. "Yes, I am playing detective searching for Clues for Archangel Gabriel. No, I did not inspect the Clue that he showed up with." "Yes, I have many, many contacts throughout not just Earth but also Heaven and Hell. No, I will not contact anyone for help."

Pornography and Sex Workers.

Risking death and destruction for others. Crowley rescues Aziraphale in France, Aziraphale saves Crowley by getting the photo back from the Nazi zombies. In Supernatural wtf, where to start...

The line between 'good' and 'evil' is virtually nonexistent. However, humans are regarded as 'closer to evil than good' or 'more likely to be evil than good'.

Found Family. "Hey hellspawn, you want two dads? No? Well how about a Nanny and a Brother Francis?" & "Hellspawn #2, tell your dad to fuck off and then bing-bang-boom, adoption complete. Adopted parents are just parents." "Hey hellspawn, you want three dads? No-oh wait, you do? Great."

God/Chuck is treated as a neglectful parent. They still seem hopeful that they'll receive help at some point but understand that they are required to fend for themselves and that can include going up against god/Chuck. It is cannon in Supernatural that all beings project their daddy issues onto Chuck.

They drink an extraordinary amount of alcohol and can sober up quickly. Good Omens is self-explanatory. But I've never met a person who can shotgun four beers back-to-back and shoot dead center. They have to be sobering up in between these activities.

They only own One Outfit. Coat/trench coat, waistcoat (optional), tie/scarf (optional), one or more layered shirts, jeans/slacks, and shoes. And of course, you have the accessories. Dean's necklace and Aziraphale's ring + watch. And it is cannon that in Supernatural, the characters (not the actors playing the characters, but the actual characters) wear a full face of makeup. And you can see Crowley/Aziraphale's makeup. Their lip colour changes pretty frequently. The angels in Heaven wear gold lipstick iirc.

Both of their main 'bases' are filled with books. The bookstore (for obvious reasons) and the Winchester's bunker has their hunter's manuals and the fucking Supernatural books.

The actors that play the characters canonically exist in their universes as well as thier characters. Dr. Who exists in Good Omens -> David Tennent exists in Good Omens along with Crowley. There is an episode of Supernatural where the main 3 exist in the 'real world' -> those 3 actors also exist in Supernatural. (There are multiple episodes where this happens without Castiel, but there is only one where Misha Colins plays himself.)

The most glaring difference between the shows is: one is developed starting with the characters and one is developed starting with the plot. Sam and Dean are inserted into a plot that they had no control in creating. Their father placed them into situations, and they were forced to find a way to survive. Crowley and Aziraphale literally started the story. They should understand the concepts of anything that happens in the plot (to a certain extent). As in, unlike the Winchesters, they don't need to do copious amounts of reading to foil nefarious plans.

Dean, Sam, and Castiel are pessimistic and dismissive of help. Other beings have to prove themselves worthy of their trust and usually not the other way around. Crowley and Aziraphale are optimistic and see the good in humanity. They enjoy the simple everyday joys of being human and they had the trust of Hell/Heaven for 6,000 years, up until Michael found the pictures of the two on Earth.

But would Crowley/Aziraphale drink bargain bin beer? Go to the greasiest diner imaginable? Directly commit murder? Participate in hand-to-hand combat? Would the Winchesters/Castiel drink a fancy, expensive wine? Go to the Ritz? Analyze their thoughts from a different perspective? Read a book for fun?

NO, and that is why I love you fanfiction writers and artists. I appreciate everything you do. <3

Something a little sad under the cut

I think the reason why I haven't been able to see more fun? silly? (idk how to describe it) fan fiction of SPN without crossovers is because Good Omens has never made fun of its audience or belittled how much effort goes into making content. When you know that you're actively being mocked by the show you like, you have to be on your Best Behaviour and Don't Fuck Up.

I remember that they were upset that the show attracted an audience of teenage girls. They made multiple episodes making fun of cosplayers, what I can only describe as an "obsessive fan girl", and destiel.

It feels like the people involved in Good Omens actually care about it and give a shit and that feels like putting lotion on a sunburn. Y'know?

#sorry for bringing up Supernatural in the Satanic Year of 2023 CE #but its my blog and i get to make the questionable posts #cringe culture is dead #and i'm snorting up the ashes from the crematorium like cocaine #good omens #go #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #gomens #my post #long post #azicrow #crowley x aziraphale #supernatural #destiel

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sucantslay · 2 months

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Little Kanata analysis! Puka Pukaaa

HAHihOhUHI, i'm back at it again!!!

Just kidding, I read like, the first half of the Meteor Impact and am mentally on the edge of insane.

But...ignore it for now...

I wanna talk about our little god Kanata today!!!

Is our boy Kanata silly? Yes!

Is he also smart as hell? Yes!

Is he strong? YES 👏 HE 👏 IS 👏

I think a-lot of people misunderstood Kanata characteristics.

He's not just a happy, friendly-looking, puka puka water god! He's more than that!

I know you're all thinking that, because he has been seen as a god for all his childhood and still slowly making progress about learning the world around him, that means he must be just one kind and cute little fish right?

Haha...

Clearly, that was never the case...

He's smart from the very beginning, and the things he doesn't know or can't understand don't mean he's completely stupid at it.

Kanata can sense things, and sense people's emotions, he's not a god who brought wishes to his people in all though years for nothing!

When Kanata meets Chiaki for the first time, he can sense something wrong with him.

And the next time they meet, Kanata also able to sense it very well!

Chiaki in the old time, once wish Kuro ( who was being beat up badly most of the time when they got a chance to face each other ) to be better. He wish all the one that bullied Kuro to be "serve by justice".

It didn't take Kanata long to find out about it. Heck! He doesn't even need a word from Chiaki to understand Chiaki's wishes.

Did I mention that Kanata at that time was really bad at communicating? He did not know much and only when you speak slowly and use easy words will he be able to talk back.

And yet! He was able to detect Chiaki wishes and did it in under one day!

Chiaki was dumbfounded when Kuro tell him that all the one that hate him is now being beat up so badly, they get scared and apologizes Kuro. ( boy did predict that on time... )

Also, Kanata is really smart, he didn't understand much but that didn't mean he couldn't do a thing with the knowledge he already had in hand.

There were many time when Kanata use the word "God" to describe other things.

And just like Kanata, we'll do the same!

People's brains tend to use the old things, the stuff they already knew to help make up meaning for new things.

With that being said, Kanata is not used to the outside world, so it is normal for him to keep using the word "God" as a base/standard of view.

Later on, his view of mind is a little more open, going as far as taking advantage of his position as a "God" to help Chiaki track down Rinne and Niki.

Rinne is also a smart-ass, but he himself has to admit that Kanata would use a move that he never be able to predicted.

Also, Kanata is really strong:

If you already read the main story, then you'll have to remember the part when Kanata carried both Rinne and Niki in his arms, getting from some ramen shop a far whatsoever place to the DreamFes! WITH JUST HIS TWO ARMS!

Chiaki was with Kanata, yes, but he's busy with driving them from the shop to DreamFes.

In both "Intersecting MotorShow" and "Leap into the Future"

We can see how Kanata was successful capture our Hero Chiaki and corner him right away.

Kanata knew Chiaki well, and by that, he was helping the RYUSEITAI to grow.

Kanata wasn't just a little fish god, he was Chiaki biggest emotional support and the helping hand of RYUSEITAI.

If not for him, Chiaki wouldn't have a chance to dance with RYUSEITAI in the "Intersecting MotorShow"

If not for him, we didn't be able to have the 5* Chiaki card in the "Leap into the Future" event

Because when Chiaki decided to leave Tetora and hoped that Tetora would be able to grow as how he did.

Kanata said that this is not that of a "dark era" anymore, the kids need you.

So Chiaki got on with that advice, joining Tetora and the others to play game, helping Tetora to get some time to relax.

Ah...I think that all is for today.

I'm tired, but I hope that this analysis will help you to understand Kanata more.

I love Kanata a lot, and so does the love for Chiaki, and RYUSEITAI !

Thank you for take for time to read this, hope you'll have a good day.

Send a thank you to @collectorcookie for giving me the inspiration to make this whole-ass post.

#ensemble stars #kanata shinkai #shinkai kanata #chiaki morisawa #morisawa chiaki #ryuseitai #ryuseitai enstars

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strix-mix · 20 days

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I know this is just a skill issue but i have yet to have a good experience playing sendouq as someone relatively new to comp splatoon and here's my reasoning

This is a long one so strap in

So, I've been wanting to get more into the competative side of splatoon since splatoon 2, I got super into watching top level players like Chara and DUDE and wanted in on it

By splatoon 3 I was getting way better results with my favorite weapon, Range Blaster, and found some new favorites that happened to be pretty good, the splatanas, so hearing about SendouQ, an alternative to playing Anarchy or X battles for "any rank of player" to find scrims and yknow play with voice chat or on the same team with a friend, I thought "oh that's great I can finally get into the real competative and maybe make some friends along the way"

So I joined the qeue, asked to join some groups to make a team, and waited, a bit longer than I hoped but i had no games under my belt yet so that was to be expected. Once we were in we were assigned as being an iron team, the lowest rank, and we would go against a silver team, the next highest. Now these scrims are played in a best of 7 format, we play until one team gets 4 wins and then that team wins the set.

So, we played like, 5 games and lost, no big deal, but I noticed my team were really bummed about it and we didn't really joke around much so that kinda soured the set, the next we got carried by a platnum player and we won 4 games in a row, kinda boring but it happens.

Next 2 sets we lose after spending 20 minutes waiting for team invites to be accepted, waiting for another team to play against which most likely wasn't a team we would be evenly matched against, usually silver or gold players, and then being bullied for 4-6 games before moving onto the next scrim, not to mention I sometimes was forced to play cooler support, a role I do not enjoy playing because I don't particularly like any of the cooler weapons too.

And then the last one I ever played, the same SendouQ routine happened, except the previous times I at least had the luxury of having 3 cordial, patient teammates, this time I did not. I got yelled at, and then the person who yelled at me then started ranting to the rest of the team in german, mind you, the reason that particular teammate was so pissed off is that we were losing, mainly because of mistakes made by me, the cooler support, the one who didn't fucking even want to play support and was only now just picking up bucket for these sets.

And thats when it dawned on me. None of these 5 scrims yet were evenly matched. Either my team would be shitstomped or we got lucky with who accepted our invite, none of these scrims had me face an iron team, nor did I ever make any new friends from them, so I'm just left with a feeling of getting my ass beat with nothing to show for it, only to wait for the next assbeating to commence. And then sometimes I don't even get to play what I want to play or even what I feel comfortable with. Sometimes I'd get forced into the support role and cost us the game cause I don't play support, and then I'd get yelled at when I don't play a weapon I had 30 seconds to get used to well?? How the hell is this for all levels of play?

To say that is just a lie. Yeah its not like you need to be S+ or have a certain X power to participate, but I was not able to get into a game where I wasn't way less mechanically skilled than everyone else, you might as well be gatekeeping less skilled players because I could not compete whatsoever. It simply was not fun in the slightest.

It wouldn't even be a problem if it weren't for the fact that this is the ONLY WAY to play in a competative setting with VC, or communication in general, and the only way to play comp with friends. The point I'm trying to make is this:

Don't play games competatively

#splatoon #i know i complain a lot about this game but i just wish it was better #also i keep hearing that sendouq is for all skill levels when its just not #i wanted to share my horrible experience with it because of that

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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Director's Commentary: what will today's adventure be

Wrote this on the bus even though absolutely nobody asked for or needed it! Posting because why not. It's 1300 words of commentary for a 3100 word story. WHY NOT.

I've had the vague idea of Erica running a MLP game for a while, but seeing her little speech in Hellfire absolutely locked in her potential as a DM for me. I jotted this down in my ST scratchpad a few weeks back:

I desperately want Erica Sinclair running a MLP GURPS game. Dustin and Eddie are 10000% on board and wildly delighted. Mike is a massive dick about it the entire time. Lucas is in agony between acknowledging that it’s a pretty fucking well-designed game and he’s kind of proud of her but also HIS LITTLE SISTER HAS INFILTRATED HIS NERD GROUP WITH HER GIRLY CARTOON PONY SHIT. If Will’s around, he’s a little skeptical but quickly gets into it; it’s not his genre/style, but he can have fun trying something new. It’s ruthless, and clever, and slightly unbalanced because she hasn’t figured out how to calibrate on the fly for dumbass player decisions yet. She’ll get there. She’s got the taste for it now. The campaign ends when the party ends up luring the innocent Sea Ponies into a blood sacrifice to defeat the demon lord through necromancy and take over his dark reign. Steve shows up for the last fifteen minutes to drive the kids home, just in time to hear Erica describe the incredibly gory showdown, and tries to telepathically communicate to Eddie that this is NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN; Eddie just grins back like hell yeah, baby, you got that right.

Obviously it has changed a bit since that initial thought, but not a huge amount, dynamic-wise. I was somewhat hampered by the fact that I remembered absolutely nothing about my brief stint with GURPS a billion years ago, and also the fact that I have literally never consumed any MLP media whatsoever. No, not even Friendship is Magic, although I was on tumblr during that initial era so I picked up a thing or two via cultural osmosis. To write this ficlet, I ended up spending a very instructive hour or two on YT watching old clips and commercials, and now the G1 theme song is permanently lodged in my brain.

This has more or less been my first time writing Erica, so I tried to put a lot of thought and care into it. In fact, I based her primarily on what my own little sister was like at that age—my sister was a regular player in my D&D games growing up, but she also went on to be a wildly popular homecoming queen, and is a very politically active adult. She's the coolest person I know, and it was an honor to be lovingly bullied by her all throughout our childhoods.

One thing I really hope I get across in this fic is that this Erica is the type to double down when she's uncertain. She's smart and funny enough to get away with it most of the time, and it's actually a big part of what makes me so sure she'll be a great DM; that's definitely a core DM skill, spinning up some off-the-cuff bullshit with the kind of authoritative tone that makes it sound like you've been masterminding this twist for months.

I wanted her to be somewhat uncertain and insecure in this fic, because running a game for the first time, in a (VERY dense) system you've never played before, is kind of a big deal! I've done something similar myself when I wasn't that much older than Erica is in this fic, and you absolutely need nerves of steel to pull it off.

I also wanted her to be fully resolved not to let that uncertainty show, because Erica strikes me as the kind of person who haaaaates being vulnerable. Given her vocab (i.e. probable reading level) and practical inclinations, I think she'd probably deal with it all by over-prepping, which experienced DM Eddie obviously clocks.

She wouldn't have gone to Eddie for advice or help. That's not how she rolls. She'd rather work through the difficult stuff on her own and show up triumphant and already perfect. It's probably something she's going to have to unpack in therapy later in life, but it is also actually a pretty solid DM instinct. Smoke and mirrors, baby.

So anything Erica says can and should be taken with a grain of salt. She's working very hard to have her audience believe she's in charge and absolutely correct about all things. (I also just thought it was pretty funny to include that bit about GURPS being the future of TTRPGs, given the wild ascendancy of DnD and the relatively low profile of GURPS nowadays, but in retrospect I'm not sure that came across.)

By the way: I know it can get confusing when actual kid-acquisition is sort of a trope, but I hope everyone knows that this Eddie's not being serious/literal when he makes the internal comment about adopting Erica! He just loves her a lot and wants to be in her life in a permanent kind of way, and he's a dramatic dork. If he had to pin down a specific extant familial role he literally wanted with Erica, it would probably be "weird gay uncle." The Sinclair fam seems relatively stable/healthy which is a rarity for these kids, but family can always expand, and Eddie is definitely angling to be another part of Erica's familial-type support network. That's just way too awkward and serious a thing to say, hence: joke about adoption.

I actually didn't mean for the Steddie part to come on so strong, but I put them in Steve's house because I thought it'd be funny to have a bit about Dustin casually breaking in to all their houses, and then it became instantly clear when Steve opened the door that the whole setup would be some kind of wild domestic fantasy for him. Like, in his head Eddie is already 100% wifed up. (Not that I think that would be a particularly comfortable dynamic for Eddie, but Steve's allowed to have his little fantasies.)

And then I just wanted to write a little bit about them being really comfortable with each other and being a team, taking care of each other as they deal with the minor inconveniences of everyday life, working together to look out for kids who are their friends but not quite their peers.

I don't think I got too deep into that particular dynamic, but it's one I'm pretty invested in; they're really only a few years older than the kids, but they're also responsible for the kids' care, and it's a very nuanced thing. I've been on both sides of that, and it's an absolutely incredible gift either way. Having friends who are a little further along their paths than you is amazing; having friends who you can provide for and support is amazing. It gives you so much perspective. I don't think of my mentees (for lack of a better word) as anything like my children, and I don't think Steve and Eddie think of the Party that way either. It's a very specific dynamic that I might need to spend more time on in a later fic.

As for the ending...normally I go hard on the pining, as y'all know by now, but this just felt like a very different thing was happening. Also, one time a girl did pull that "talk about what? lol jk come here" thing on me IRL and it was very cute.

Finally, just because I did in fact come up with them, here are the Party names and pony types:

Dustin: Jester the Pegasus Pony

Lucas: Nettle the Pegasus Pony

Mike: Skullcrusher the Earth Pony

Will: Glint the Unicorn

Eddie: Belladonna the Flutter Pony

#stranger things meta #fic commentary #fic: what will today's adventure be

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terraliensvent · 2 months

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in staff answer they just said theyre planning to put rules in place that make you unable to remove features such as poc hair or trans scars on redesigns

And although i understand the sentiment...

Its not your character anymore. You do not have the right to tell others to not redesign a character you willingly gave away? It sucks, but you simply dont own the character anymore! If someone wants to remove the trans scars from the design that THEY NOW OWN, they should have every right to!

Besides, not having those scars or poc hair (what does that even mean anyway, poc can have straight hair too yknow) doesnt mean the character isnt trans or poc anymore.. am i the only one who finds this dumb

Dont post if off anon)

I saw that ask too and it really rubbed me the wrong way.

I remember seeing this discussed a little bit on some of the th drama blogs and people brought up some good points, heres a post that sums up my thoughts concisely, but of course im going to elaborate

first off, i think this is just another example of the community terras cultivates being very young and (for lack of a better term) very far into wokescold territory.

but more on the topic of actual designs, i think rules like this are a pretty strong overreach. If the design is out of your hands, then it's out of your hands. its like saying to a new owner "you HAVE to keep the character's backstory and personality" even after youve traded it away.

what if i wanted to make the character into a sona? i dont have top scars, so i want to remove them so the character can be true to myself

what if the character has had many owners and many redesigns? if one of those owners redesigned it to be fat, is it never allowed to be skinny again? what if the design is reverted to a previous form that WAS skinny? is that a breach of rules or is that a loophole?

i can definitely think of more examples, but you see where im going with this right

i think that young adopt makers have a hard lesson to learn that you can't force people to listen to you, and that once that character is out of your hands you have no bearing on it whatsoever. if they cant handle that, they shouldn't be making adopts and trading their designs. and if the day comes to pass that people can get blacklisted from the species for changing a character's physical appearance in any way, i hope the server members absolutely raise hell.

#closed species #closed species vent #terralien #vent #terraliens

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warriorteam1924 · 2 years

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Psithurism

Joe Mazzello x FemReader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. This piece is very special because it was actually a request…. I know pure fluff isn’t really my style, but I hope I didn’t do it too badly. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback (honest and real feedback of course, otherwise this doesn’t make sense at all) Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

@borhapgirlforlife19 who requested : I hope you like it…. thank you for sending this request ^^

Request from @borhapgirlforlife19 : Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where reader wakes up and hears laughter and finds Joe on the couch with their toddler daughter in his arms watching a little kid cartoon show that their daughter loves and reader just melts at the sight and while reader watches her little family, reader thinks back to how it all started with her and Joe when she met him in college by him accidentally bumping into her and making her drop her books and he helped her pick them up and when she looked up him it was love at first sight?

Warnings : my style that is not appreciated by all lol but on the piece, this is mostly fluff….

Summary : memories on a lovely day

Words count : 2,211 words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (please communicate with me regarding your desire to be kept on this list or not ^^ thank you)

“And do you think we can do that?”

“Yes, they need our help, and the Dino Ranch is always up to helping others !!”

You heard some voices coming from far away it seemed, but it made no sense whatsoever to you. Your brain wouldn’t process the information properly and you were wondering who needed help and how it was possible that the Dino Ranch was supposed to rescue anyone.

You slowly opened your eyes and realized you were in bed, still trying to properly wake up. Your mother instinct told you to check your daughter’s bed, but she wasn’t there. Your heart started to race in your chest, but you heard more voicing coming from the living room. You recalled Joe telling you the previous day that you needed to rest and that he would be waking up early to take care of your daughter and let you sleep a bit.

You took time to stretch in the large bed you shared with Joe. You rolled on his side and deeply inhaled his smell. It was so lovely and reassuring. You felt like a rolled-out dough ready to be baked. It felt very nice, but still, you had the feeling you were missing a good opportunity to spend time with the love of your life and your daughter.

You grabbed your dressing gown and put your slippers on, ready to go downstairs to join them. On the way, you found toys on the floor, a mix of dolls belonging to your toddler and plushes that you dogs liked to play with. You leant to take them with you on your way downstairs, a faint smile on your lips. It felt so nice to have a family of your own and that your kid and pets were getting along so well, ready to raise hell.

The toys in your arms, you carefully walked down the stairs but stopped midway. You sat on the step and your smile widened. You glanced at Joe, holding your daughter close to him. On the coffee table, there were two bowls: one with milk and cereals and another one with fruits purée, and glasses with fruit juices. And of course, they were watching TV together and obviously, it has to be a show dinosaur related. Just in case there wasn’t enough dinosaurs plushes and toys in the house. Not that it bothered you though. When you fell in love with Joe, you fell for him, for his past, for everything about him. And dinosaurs were part of him, in a way. Your daughter was giggling as Joe was pretending he was caught into such an intense story telling.

Sat on your step in the middle of the stairs, wearing your pajamas and with your messy hair, your glance on the scene in the living room slowly faded, your brain taking you back to the moment you actually met Joe.

It was back when you were in college. Los Angeles. A big city for you, but you quite rapidly found your feet. You still couldn’t believe you made it to the University of Southern California. It was something huge for you, and you were very proud. You had been able to choose a field that you liked a lot and knew would be still present in the future, regarding entertainment matters. You had chosen to join the gaming department, even if back then, you weren’t sure what your future job would be.

It was a nice day, maybe a bit windy, but you didn’t mind at all. You liked nature and how impressive it could get, with stormy weather or a strong wind, ready to take Mary Poppins and her umbrella away. This was the kind of season you particularly liked. It wasn’t too hot and yet not too cold. The wind was almost caressing your skin, as the sun was still hot enough for you not to actually burn when you were outside.

Another thing you particularly liked about this kind of weather was the trees. As autumn was approaching, the leaves were taking handsome colors but were still firmly attached to the branches. And also, there was this very specific noise that the wind would make as the leaves would swing one against the other. It was probably one of your favorite words : psithurism.

This wind in the leaves and the beauty of the moment made you daydream a bit, no longer paying attention to your surroundings and the people that were part of this world as well. Given the place and the moment, it awkwardly felt like this kind of moment that happened in the movies or series, where the main protagonist has this strange sensation of being away from this world, and is abruptly taken back to reality. You had no idea this kind of thing could ever happen to you. and yet.

You were still looking at the trees, listening to this delicate sound, harmoniously resonating against your eardrums. A delight for the senses. And yet, little did you know.

As you were still walking, even if it was slowly, and not looking at your surroundings, nor at where you were going, you bumped into someone. Of course, it had to happen. At some point, not everyone on this campus would endlessly avoid you.

The books you were carrying in your arms randomly fell on the ground. Realizing at once you were at fault, you apologized at once and got on your knees to pick your stuff up.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going…. I’m really sorry….”, you apologized.

“That’s okay, I wasn’t really paying attention either….”, the other one replied.

You heard a man’s voice, but were too busy making sure to gather your belongings to really pay attention to the person.

“I was looking at the trees and the wind’s psi….”, you started to say, but stopped mid-sentence, realizing you were talking nonsense to a perfect stranger.

That’s when you looked up, feeling you were heavily blushing.

The man facing you, since he was on his knees as well, was very handsome, making you blush even more. His glance was so soft and reassuring, his hazel eyes almost sparkling with glitters. His hair was auburn, but slightly lighter it seemed. He was casually dressed, with jeans and a T-shirt with a vest on top. You couldn’t tell why, but it seemed to you he was an angel standing just before you. The world around you could collapse, it wouldn’t matter, as long as he was by your sides.

He looked at you as well, and you were ready to give a lot to actually be able to read his thoughts. What was he thinking at this precise moment? Was he feeling the same way?

You noticed a smile appearing on his thin and pink lips, making you melt even more. You were about to talk again, when you heard a loud ring, letting the students know the lessons were about to start again soon.

Thoughts were rushing in your mind, you couldn’t tell what was going on, but it was crystal clear you did not want to leave him. You didn’t even know his name, you didn’t know anything about him, but deep inside, your guts were telling you something. This man would have an important part in your life.

You looked down again, trying to focus on your task, making sure to pick up your books. He was helping you as well, randomly putting the loose sheets in your books. Eventually, you took it all in your arms and stood up again, feeling your cheeks were on fire.

“Is everything okay?”, he kindly asked.

You ran your hand in your hair, putting the locks away from your face.

“Yes, yes, all good thanks. It’s my fault really, I wasn’t paying attention.”, you replied.

“Seems like none of us was paying attention right….?”, he carried on, dreamily staring at the tall trees that were swinging with the wind. “I mean, who could be dumb enough not to notice you?”, he said with a smile.

You felt like your head was about to explode. What did he just say?

“I’m sorry, what?”, you couldn’t help but reply.

“That wasn’t my best move, was it?”, he grimaced. “I was trying to politely say that you are beautiful, but it seems I need to work on that ….”, he carried on, passing his hand on his neck and awkwardly laughing.

“Oh. Oh!!”, you mumbled, eventually understanding what he was saying.

The task wasn’t easy, but you tried to maintain your composure all the same. You made sure to have all your books safe in one arm and you extended the other to offer your hand.

“I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.”, you said, surprisingly with a normal voice.

“And I’m Joe.”, he replied, taking your hand to put his lips on it, making you giggle. “That’s too much, right?”, he carried on with a smile.

“No, no, please, don’t worry. You’re acting like a perfect gentleman.”, you reassured him.

“Good, I wouldn’t want my future wife to run away right from the start.”, he joked.

“Hum. How about we start with a date and see how it goes before planning a wedding?”, you suggested. You wanted to let him know you were highly interested, but didn’t want to rush things all the same.

“Can I have your number? I mean, unless…. Unless you have someone in your life already and then I’d have to organize a real duel with armors, judges, an audience and all….”, he affirmed, pretending he was holding a sword.

You grabbed a piece of paper and noted your phone number down and handed him the note.

“Here. Don’t hesitate to call me or send me a message.”, you said, winking at him. “I know it won’t be as romantic as sending each other long letters, just like we would have done in medieval times, but I think right now it’s the easiest….”, you carried on, slightly laughing.

Joe took the paper and put it against his heart.

“Thank you so much, M’lady.”, he said as he slightly bowed.

“Now, I’m terribly sorry, but I have a class starting soon.”, you shrugged, apologizing at the same time.

“Not at all, this is a school after all. I mean, I should get going as well.”, he laughed.

It took the two of you a few seconds to part, each of you walking in a different direction. As you walked, you turned back once to see him one more time, but it seemed he didn’t turn back to see you.

You sight as you arrived in your class. What were you expecting? This is a campus and the main theme of the classes is entertainment. Maybe he was training for some kind of acting or something? Maybe he never meant anything he said. Maybe the butterflies you felt in your stomach were just one sided. Maybe you’d been a fool for thinking such a man could find you attractive and would consider taking you out.

The class was suddenly boring and it was very hard to pay attention. You randomly took your mobile phone out of its case, not even knowing why, since back then, mobiles were very much less advanced compared to the present time.

And yet. You had a message.

‘Hello, Y/N, M’lady, this is Joe. I hope your class is going well. I miss you already.’

You felt your heart tighten and again, blood rushing to redden your cheeks. You tried hard not to squeal in the middle of the class and discretely texted him back.

You came back to reality, sat on your step in the middle of the stairs in your house. You still had a faint smile on your lips as you were thinking about how it all started.

You were convinced all these things could only happen in movies or series. And Joe was an actor, he surely knew it as well. Love at first sight. And yet, it happened to the two of you that day, as you were watching the leaves swing on the branches, as the wind was harmoniously making them sing.

You let your thoughts carry on their random roaming, as they were taking you amongst wonderful memories.

Your endless text exchanges with Joe, leading to a horrible phone bill. Your first date with him. Joe asking you to go to prom with him. The two of you eventually agreed this wasn’t something for you and ended up cuddling as the sun was setting in the horizon. The two of you graduating. The two of you moving in together. Joe asking you to be his wife (without real duels or anything this time). The two of you becoming a family and eventually seeing the family getting bigger, with you offering him the pregnancy test.

And now, here you were.

The smile on your lips widened. You stood up and carried on going down the stairs to join Joe and your daughter on the sofa as the dino Ranch was still having important missions to deal with. This was going to be yet another lovely day, full of laughter and love.

Psithurim.

Definitely your favorite word now.

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