#If this isn't the rawest shit

[mvniro]

. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE ; an akutagawa ryuunosuke fic.❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhhhhhh finally the man i simp for is here!!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, angst, comfort, hurt/comfort, husband!akutagawa, father!akutagawa, wife!reader, akutagawa siblings and their slight bonding time, akutagawa is insecure and feels he is a worthless shit, dazai angst (mentioned for aku regarding the older and his mentorship), slight suggestive ending and that's all i remember tbh

oxygen is absolutely essential for human survival and so are some more external factors which extends further then what a human's basic needs may require. however, we aren't talking about human needs but rather what one's humanity needs.

in initial years even the strongest man alive would need a father, a pillar of support and a bundle of knowledge.

of course the mafioso never had the privilege of having this one figure and rather he was this figure for his sister but only his sister knows if he played the role right or failed.

what he, the mafioso who is now on his way to exit the slums he grew up in, is sure of, is that he is failing as an actual father and as a husband.

"maybe if it was a daughter  . . . instead of a son then . . .  maybe you could've seen gin in your child and loved it." were the words you uttered in despair a week ago to him, what resulted in these words being spoken was the incompetent man himself who felt himself flater when he picked his  son and the nearly one year old began crying. he wasn't scared or else you would've not wasted a second in taking him from akutagawa's arms but rather it was the feeling of finally being adored by the man whose appearance he takes after greatly that moved the naive heart of his son.

akutagawa couldn't take the horrifying resemblance out of his mind. the way your chin wobbled and lip quivered as you tried not to burst into tears and the eyes glossed over with tears which screamed of despair was what he found on his son's face as well. and he wondered, truly he did of who is more starved of love ; him, his son or you?

his only regret was that he stood like he always did whenever faced with the outburst of someone he is close to though the one who made him adopt such a habit isn't here anymore with him and the next morning, akutagawa had to leave for a week long mission overseas with his sister and of course he would crumble and his facade would break when gin found him staring at a picture of you and his son on his phone one night when he was fooled to think his sister had already submitted to her slumber, she didn't, she watched the previous and the night before it as well but waited for the cause of her brother's despair.

akutagawa pushed his hand into the pocket of his long coat and felt for the small velvet box as if the object could help to soothe his nerves and anxiety.

he told gin everything for who else if not her whenever something concerned you? when the topic revolved around you or around your son, the only person akutagawa trusted enough was his own flesh and blood. and he wonders why gin respects, admires and loves him so much when all gin felt was admiration for the man she feels fortunate to call brother.

but akutagawa doesn't feel so. he is but failure in the rawest form. a tragedy and a utter ugly and horrible mess of his past self which was broken by the mind of curiosity and joined back in a way he (akutagawa and the man who was once his mentor) knew there was no going back to who he was before. but that's fine after all, akutagawa had been a monster since birth.

akutagawa's hand left the box which oddly provided him with strength as he stood infront of the door behind which lied his home, he punched in the pass code before hearing the click of the lock unlocking and the cold of the metal he pushed down on felt a bit too chilly today.

or is this because he is scared of failing? of disappointing and of loosing the only chance he has of having a family of his own and proving to himself that he can be something more than a tossed aside toy?

akutagawa shook his head as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him with his leg to see the boxes containing many items ranging from clothes to toys and teethers and various other items which akutagawa bought himself for his son with the assistance of his sister during the last two days after the mission was completed.

akutagawa took off his shoes and quietly strolled into the nursery room. he stood infront of the crib and peered down at the face of his son. akutagawa gulped as why was it that such an innocent soul was cursed to have features similar to him but just softer?

akutagawa's hands turned to fists by his sides as he continued to stare down at his son with a longing and he pondered for a while.

after what seemed like five minutes of contemplating, akutagawa saw his son stir in his sleep and he got alarmed thinking the little one would wake up at any moment. the little boy turned to face akutagawa and opened his eyes and oh.

akutagawa's heart beat fastened and his eyes widened at the innocence and purity in his eyes. he had this innocence once too. so did gin and maybe, maybe dazai did too?

akutagawa ridded himself of all these thoughts before he leaned down to pat his son's back, the latter looked up at akutagawa and the father had to brace himself and use everything in him to not cower under the pure stare of his son whose face brightened at the sight of his father. the boy giggled and the father closed his eyes, the combination of his son's giggles and his own heartbeat is oddly not that bad or unbearable to hear.

when akutagawa opened his eyes again he saw the boy raising his little chuuby fingers to akutagawa and he hesitantly raised his own hand towards his son as well but before the boy could take his father's finger in his hold, akutagawa flinched and pulled his shaking finger back.

the boy pouted but blinked for how can his young brain comprehend the horrors and anguish his father is experiencing?

akutagawa stared at his fingers and then at his son in horror, he couldn't let the soul filled with hope and dreams to be tainted by touching his hands which are daily stained in blood.

but when his son began to whine and babble as he made grabby hands at akutagawa, the mafioso could only stand his ground for a few seconds before his resolve crumbled and he extended his hand for his son to hold.

the little boy immediately latched his hand around akutagawa's fingers and giggled, a smile appearing on akutagawa's face as well. he turned to look towards the door to see you standing there, leaning on the doorway with your head against it and arms crossed over your chest.

akutagawa found it hard to breath but so did you. how were you supposed to talk to the one you are afraid of disappointing and how were you supposed to talk to the one who felt too scared to be cared for?

but one more glance at your husband's finger gripped by your son and your heart melted like it always did and you smiled in defeat at akutagawa, letting him know you had let your walls down again and are ready to talk to him again. the man widened his eyes slightly in surprise because truth be told, he seriously thought he failed and messed everything up this time and that this is the last time he would be able to see his son or you and hence he tried to savour the moment.

slowly and very faintly, akutagawa smiled back and tilted his head.

"i missed you."

there it is again, the feeling of hope of having a future brighter then the past when he read what you silently whispered and akutagawa nodded before he awkwardly looked at his son again, pursing his lips but then he looked at you and muttered,

"gin missed you both . . . and so did i."

the words makes you smile as you nod and turn around to leave the man alone in the company of his son. only lord knows how hard it must've been for your stoic husband who is generally bad with dealing with feeling and emotions to utter these words to you.

you smile as you sit on the couch and take your phone out to ask gin when she would be returning at night as the woman was immediately called to the port mafia headquarters for what you assume as her reporting her end of the mission. you hit the send button and scroll up to play the video again which gin sended you two nights ago, the video showed akutagawa with furrowed eyebrows as he compared two different types of rattling toys before looking at gin and shrugging, he said something along the lines of "both looks shit. how on earth do kids play with these?", before he tossed both into the shopping cart behind him as gin giggled.

you remember how when you saw the video for the first time and read the caption gin added 'looks like papa is trying to make up to his baby and wife.', made you smile and your anger immediately evaporated.

it must have been ten minutes later when you were leaning back on the couch with your legs on top of the coffee table infront of you when the door to the nursery was quietly closed, you turned your head to see akutagawa approach you after what you assumed was him putting his son to sleep, the thought itself made your heart swell with adoration.

". . . i put him to sleep." akutagawa whispered albeit he remained unsure of what to do. should he sit on the couch next to you or continue awkwardly standing infront of the coffee table under your gaze which seemed to see way beneath the layering of his clothes and skin and made him feel utterly exposed to you?

he decided on the former.

akutagawa sat next to you and you tilted your head in his direction as he contemplated before he extended his hands to grab your thighs and place your legs on his lap, it gave him a sense of security as he tricked his mind into believing he is being restrained until and unless you two clear the tension between you two but you both knew it was mostly so he could have something to focus on rather then looking into your eyes with the fear of his stoicism slipping away.

"it's not that you are a bad father." you began after concluding that he wasn't going to make the first move, you looked down as you picked on your nails to distract yourself, "you are trying. and that's what hurts ryuu. you are trying and i see it, i see your efforts but our son . . . he is not even one yet, he doesn't and won't understand it. us trying isn't enough for him because he will grow up to despise us both because he doesn't know you like i do, he hadn't seen you struggling and . . . and he won't see you as a father but as a man he shares the same features and last name with." you confess.

your voice isn't soft nor is it gentle, it is shaky and unstable, raspy and filled with sorrow. but akutagawa was never into that type anyway, the calm before the storm? yeah no. akutagawa knew the storm and felt calm in it for he is the one who grew through the storm and lives in it.

safety and protection is a luxury he never received but is trying to give.

". . . i know." he answered after a long moment of silence and you looked at him, thickly gulping as the nimble and lithe fingers of your husband traces over your thigh. he pushes your nightgown upwards to reveal more of your skin to him. "maybe your biggest misfortune was falling for a monster like me."

the words hit you and you feel the effects of it physically, your breath got stuck in your throat or did they even ever travel through the windpipe because maybe the latter can explain why your eyes are getting teary.

your brain sighed at the way your heart is making these baseless excuses to explain its sadness at the words of the one it dances every day and night for.

akutagawa sadly looked at you and he felt time blurring around him, your eyes filled with tears were shining or maybe it was the light reflecting it?

okay but how will he explain his own heart beating faster as if mimicking your's to not let your heart dance the waltz of sorrow alone?

"then change my misfortune into fortune." your voice cracks as you look at him through teary eyes, head tilting as you smile in defeat and in response, akutagawa comfortingly squeezed the flesh of your thigh.

"what good is in having faith in a lost case?"

"what good is not looking past your exterior? i just . . .  love you alot to even think of you as a lost case." you answer before you look down as you part your lips but close them again before gathering the strength to look up at akutagawa, "are . . . i thought about this alot but  . . ."

you take a deep breath, "am i holding onto you against your wishes ryuu?"

you were going to clarify your meaning and feelings more but it all disappeared the moment you saw akutagawa stare at you in utter surprise on his usually stoic or sad and almost lost face. you take a few shaky breaths to not burst out crying as that'll just hinder your conversation and so instead, you shrug and try to smile admist your quivering lips.

"what made you think that?" he asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.

". . everything since the past few days." you answer and watch akutagawa pat your thigh as an indication to ask you to move closer to him.

"i told you i am a lost cause. i'll hurt you and disappoint you."

but how can he when even the tone he is using with you is one which felt as if it's a feather tickling you?

"i also told i don't care, i can take it as long as you love me." you mutter out, moving near him as you hide your face against his shoulder and akutagawa gripped your hips to lift you up before adjusting you to sit sideways on his lap.

"can you take it? are you ready to wait for an excruciatingly long period of time?" akutagawa muttered against the top of your head, his hand smoothed the nightgown cloth against your legs.

"always." you breath out, closing your eyes.

akutagawa looked down at you and shook his head, leaning down to kiss your nape before he mumbled against it, "you really are an idiot for saying this."

"let me be one then. a idiot in love." you peek up at him and akutagawa took it as an opportunity to cup your jaw and pull you towards his mouth.

"does this make me the fool trying and disappointing you every time?" he whispered against your lips and licked his own.

". . . you are a good father and a good husband. you . . . i just i don't know."

"you don't know?" akutagawa's lips curled up into a small and amused smile. you leaned near him and the distance between your lips and his is enough for someone watching from a distance to assume you two are kissing.

"i just know that i want to spend my life with you even if it means waiting for you, i just want to appreciate your efforts for me and our son but . . . that'll only be possible when you stop viewing yourself as a monster."

"and what am i if i am not a monster?"

"my husband." you close your eyes as you lean to kiss him, akutagawa hums before raising his hand to massage the spot behind your ear while the other gripped your thigh to pull you more onto his lap.

akutagawa closed his eyes as he repeated the words 'my husband' in the back of his head. the title fills good and soft on his tongue and maybe it's why his shoulders relaxed as he moved before laying down on the couch with you still on top of him as he didn't break the kiss for even a second.

━━━━━━━  🎀  end.

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bsd fanfic #bsd x female reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #gin akutagawa #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x y/n #akutagawa angst #akutagawa siblings #akutagawa fluff

[tora-the-cat]

The thing about Obito is that when his literal mask breaks.....he's still playing a part, but now the part he's playing IS Obito! Like hes literally trying to break Kakashi & Minato's (and by extension Naruto) spirit/hope and he thinks the quickest way is to show just how HORRIFICALLY they allegedly failed. So that speech, where hes all scorched earth and shit talking minato and fighting kakashi, isnt "madara." That isn't the character hes playing anymore. That is the meanest and rawest and most cuttingly pessimistic voice in Obito's head that he's almost always too dissociated to voice so directly, and is, quite honestly. the CLOSEST ACT TO HIS "REAL SELF" that we ever see until naruto slips into his mind.

So how, HOW am I suppopsed to watch *gestures at Obito's. everything just all of it* and then not get enough cognitive dissoncence to give me a migrane, when he tells Kakashi to be the Hokage? Are you kidding me? You want me to believe this bitch respects and trusts the usefulness of THE HOKAGE?? Obito "you're always too late when it matters most" uchiha? remember when he said he was glad his sensei fulfilled his dream and became hokage =) because now it's ruined the thought forever <3 <3 that's MY obito! The obito that summoned the nine tails ON RIN'S GRAVE would NOT! fucking! say that!!!

#naruto #uchiha obito #team minato #obito uchiha #minato namizake #hatake kakashi #namikaze minato #kakashi hatake #being normal about obito. as always <3

[ham-and-cheese-studios]

LONG RANT ABOUT MORMON CONFERENCE FROM A NEVERMO

Went on a rabbit hole on the mormon conference, something I've never heard about before (I grew up in a mostly mormon small town)

First I went through the #exmo tag and it was sad to see so many people forced to listen to bullshit spewed by pathetic, fragile, old men but also inspiring to see exmos retaliate and call out that bullshit for what it is. I wish the very best to any and all apostates to they can make a life that's actually theirs.

Then I went through the #tumblrstake tag and some of the shit I read reminded me of being back in high school, listening to all the popular mormon kids gush and gasm about what the church was doing. Like hooray we're building more temples because that's what we should be doing with our ill-gotten money instead of HMMMM I DUNNO DONATING TO CHARITY OR SOME SHIT?!!

But then it became both funny and concerning when I saw some queer mormons confused about why the bigwigs weren't using they/them pronouns, why they weren't affirming lgbt identities, etc. My kneejerk reaction to this was "uh cuz they don't fucking care lmao" but then it reminded me of a post made by a queer exmo that basically gave hope that queermos would realize there's a bigger, happier life outside of the church.... which there is! Like what life would you rather choose: a life where you have to mask your identity and act like you'll be accepted by a religion that has a clear history of bigotry? Or a life where you don't have to hide anything and be the rawest you you can be, not the one everybody else wants you to be?

But then there's the kicker: choice. It's easy for an outsider to be like "omg why don't they just leave lol", and I used to be that kind of person too. But now I realize that not too many people have that choice, hence the whole PIMO thing. The mormon cult isn't something you just leave. It would be so nice if it was easy for the religiously prosecuted TO leave like "oh this church isn't gonna allow a gay wedding, fuck em" or "oh this church believes my skin color is dark because God cursed me that way".

So I'll say it again that I'm proud of the exmos and pimos for escaping and slowly undoing years of brainwashing and manipulation. This mormiecon can suck a fart out of a skunks asshole. And to those questioning their faith in this cult and are struggling, keep questioning. Keep asking questions. You are not a lamb, you're a fucking human being and I wish you the best of luck on regaining your independence.

Anyway, I'm gonna go make some shitty memes about the stuff I read today cause humor is my godawful coping mechanism for living in a small town full of shitty mormons.

#exmo #pimo #tumblrstake #nevermo #mormon #ldsconf #cult #queerstake #tbh I'm more interested in the experiences of exmos than mos #cause I've heard the same braindead bullshit from mos for 24 years

[girlcavalcanti]

I'm a Richard III apologist in the sense that I wouldn't normally condone any of his actions but he's my baby! like even before he goes nuts and starts murdering his way to the crown everyone treats him like absolute shit. he decides he's gonna be a massive pain in the ass at the start of the play, proving that he wasn't before. he goes apeshit and why?? BECAUSE everyone always treated him like a little freak!! he decides to get that kingdom for himself because he's tired of seeing people always having a better time than him. it isn't his fault it's his family's and society's fault and I will die on this hill. he's absolutely right. maybe he overreacted a bit and maybe he shouldn't have murdered the children but what did you expect honestly. it's a miracle that he lasted that long without snapping. that man had a patience of steel. also he has the rawest lines in shakespeare's history and he's allowed to fo whatever the fuck he pleases. as a treat. because he's my baby

#he should be entitled to financial compensation #richard iii

[starcatcher-gvf]

Back and Forth - Chapter 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Word Count: 2.6k

Back again! Sorry, this one isn't as smutty, but the plot sets the story up later! Enjoy!

Warnings: Language, eventual smut, masturbation, sexual content

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Danny walked briskly down the hall, his dressing room located on the other end at the opposite side of Jake’s. He opened the door and almost slammed it shut, but he remembered where he was and shut it normally. Being that their rooms were identical, Danny walked to his window, showing a different view of the city. He pressed his palms to his head and leaned on the sill.

He shouldn’t feel this way. He couldn’t. Even though Jake initiated their intimate exchange, Danny felt as though he himself was in the wrong and needed to apologize. What for? He wasn’t too sure yet.

For letting things go that far? For liking what happened and wanting more? Sure, Jake and Danny have given each other playful pecks on the cheek at craze-filled bars in their own drunken stupors, but that was different. Was it?

“Stop it stop it stop it,” Danny mumbled to himself. He lifted his head from his hands to scan the outside of the venue. A line of fans were already forming and most likely halfway wrapped around the building.

A straining feeling emanated from his groin, and he groaned in dismay at his still-hard member. Why couldn’t this just go away? They have a show to play, damn it.

Danny noticed a door to the right of the window. It was a bathroom, from what he could tell. The door was slightly cracked and revealed light blue tiling on the floor and an adjoining sink and cabinet. He rushed in and locked the door behind him in case the makeup artist decided not to knock.

He hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled himself free. The cool air hitting his cock made his entire body shiver. He slowly started to work himself, trying to imagine something, anything, other than Jake. Jake, Jake’s hair, Jake’s smile, Jake, Jake, Jake. Oh shit.

He gripped his cock tighter and set a faster pace as he imagined more. Every time they accidentally, or purposefully, touched knees during interviews, needing the contact to get through the social encounter. The way Jake grumbles in his sleep on the bunk next to Danny’s in the tour bus when they hit a particularly hard bump. The way his chest glistens on stage after an arduous guitar solo. How would his chest look if…? He couldn’t even finish the thought before that familiar warmth spread through his core and the evidence of his orgasm painted his palm.

Danny let out a shaky sigh as he contemplated what this new discovery would entail. What would happen to the relationship he built with the Kiszkas? What would happen to the band? What would happen with him and Jake? The questions swam in Danny’s head, spinning around him like some fucked-up carousel.

He was brought out of his own head with a knock at the dressing room door and an unfamiliar voice asking if he was ready. Makeup. Though he was internally dreading seeing Jake again, this time on stage in his rawest form, these few hours before playing would provide some reprieve from his thoughts.

He washed his hands thoroughly, made himself presentable again, and opened the door.

Jake could feel the tension between him and Danny as they stood next to each other as the curtain dropped. The blue backdrop illuminated each one of them so as to only provide a silhouette to the audience, who was, as always, cheering them on adoringly.

As they stood and posed, Jake glanced at Danny’s barely-lit face. He could see every detail, every curve, divet, and imperfection this close. The arch of Danny’s nose especially caught his eye. Jake always found Danny’s face beautiful in the most unique and unconventional way, but his nose was the epicenter of admiration.

The freckles that danced on the bridge of his nose. The way beads of sweat seemed to linger on the tip of his nose when he was playing extremely hard that night. The way it brought his smile to life more. Jake wasn’t sure where any of his thoughts were going, but he didn’t mind them.

To be honest, Jake had always felt a twinge of something like a crush or admiration for the drummer, ever since Danny graduated and was able to focus on the band all together, full time. But, both of them being reserved, he never thought to take action. Until now.

Jake, realizing he was staring, looked away from Danny and back at the crowd, completely forgetting where he was presently. All four, like they had a psychic connection, stepped forward to their instruments in tandem and prepared for a night like any other. A night the crowd would never forget.

But Jake had another idea for after the show. A new city, one that they had never seen before, full of discoveries and mischief. Jake’s plan formed slowly as the night progressed until he finally decided: a dimly lit bar they passed on the way to the venue, perfect for this type of conversation. One that no fans would even dream of them being at. Perfect.

Jake got lost in the inner world of his head and extended the ending of Age of Man, a full minute of pure loss of inhibition. That cigar worked its magic, alright. His head was buzzing with the mix of smoke, wine, and Danny on his brain. Danny was a new edition to this equation, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one. He seemed to be floating higher and higher, like he would open his eyes and be levitating off the stage floor. Danny, Danny, Danny. The mantra filled his head as the notes rumbling through his guitar got louder and higher. He was completely lost in him.

“Jake…JAKE!” Josh playfully yelled into his microphone. Jake abruptly stopped and looked to his right at his twin brother with a red face and shock in his eyes. “Sorry, folks, sometimes the music just takes over. Champagne, caviar, anyone?”

Josh walked over and hung his arm over Jake’s shoulder. He held the microphone away from their faces to give them at least some privacy in this arena. “You alright?” He asked his brother.

Josh’s visible concern made Jake feel guilty for making him worry, when in fact Jake felt joyous, even giddy. “Yeah, I’m good! Just too much alcohol.”

“And cigars, apparently. God, you stink!” Josh hugged Jake’s head with one arm and released him. “Let’s get this show on the road, right?” He said back in the microphone. The audience erupted with cheers and whistles.

Jake’s face flushed, embarrassed by Josh’s attention to the tiniest of details. After taking the last drag off his cigar and tossing the remnants out the window, Jake took a quick but thorough shower to remove any trace of cigar on his body. He didn’t want to remove any remnant of Danny, but he had to. The release was quick and over within a couple minutes of attention to himself, and he watched as the evidence washed down the drain. The evidence of Jake’s longing.

Jake almost read Josh’s mind as he knew what song Josh wanted next: the beloved Highway Tune. Jake shook his head back and forth to clear his head, and to clear the hair off his face, and sauntered to the edge of the stage, acutely aware of the pair of eyes burning holes through him from behind.

Josh’s voice echoed across the packed arena, announcing the start of another song for the encore. “Let’s get this show on the road, right?”

The crowd screamed to the four of them as Jake played the all-too-familiar beginning of Highway Tune. Jake lurched forward and crouched while playing, making the audience in front of him go wild. All the while, Danny was behind him trying not to stare at the sliver of bare skin showing between his suit jacket and pants. The curve of Jake’s hips, his slender waist, the slight pudge in his thighs had Danny entranced.

So entranced that he entirely missed his cue. Fuck!

He frantically tried to catch up to Jake’s rhythm and place in the song and earned a look back from all three Kiszkas. The audience may not have noticed such a miniscule slip, but being so in tune with one another, every member of the band can sense when a mistake was made, even on a microscopic scale. Sam glanced back at Danny but looked back to his bass after a second. Josh looked back with an arched brow that asked silently “Everything okay back there?” Danny nodded in embarrassment and kept his head down, but his eyes still drifted toward Jake as he played.

And there it was. Jake’s eyes boring into Danny’s. He was still playing, of course, but now it seemed as though Jake was playing at him, for him, rather than with him. He backed up a couple steps closer to Danny as Josh walked closer to the edge of the stage, singing his heart out.

Danny could only glance at Jake for a second, but he saw Jake mouth a couple words before giving his attention back to the guitar in his hands. Meet me after.

Danny felt his heart stutter in anticipation, nerves shot as to what would happen in this elusive “after”. Jake just seemed so… nonchalant about this. Like they didn’t just make out a couple hours before playing and hadn’t felt each other’s arousal. Danny didn’t know what any of this was; he felt as though Jake was laying out pieces to a puzzle for him to solve, but only the edge pieces were complete.

He just looked down and kept playing. The show must go on, as Josh says.

Everything continued as normal. For the most part.

Just as Danny thought this show would be finished, Jake pulls his harmonica out of his suit pocket. Oh shit.

Danny wasn’t prepared to be duetting with Jake for this show; this wasn’t on the set list. Something in his mind was telling him Jake was doing this on purpose, directed at him, but for what? To extend their time until they meet up after? To be able to play, unbridled, with Danny? Danny toned his drumming down slightly so Jake could walk to the center of the stage to the microphone stand. He let out a shaky breath, beads of sweat dripping onto the drum heads before him. He wiped his forehead with one hand and prepared mentally and physically.

Jake put his mouth to the instrument and let out a long breath, creating a cacophony of bluesy chords that the crowd went crazy over. He changed his stance so he was still slightly leaning back and swaying his torso back and forth. Back, towards Danny. Forth, towards the pit. Jake needed to ride out his buzz, which was pretty selfish in his mind, but it seemed like the others didn’t mind much. Josh was hopping around the stage, interacting with fans, dancing, snapping pictures of everything and everybody. Sam shifted closer to Jake to get some action in this mix, stomping his feet and bobbing his head to the rhythm that Danny set. The only concern Jake had was with Danny.

He noticed the drummer stalling the drum beat to Highway Tune by a fraction of a second. He noticed Danny ogling him from behind. He noticed how flustered and nervous he looked, and still looks. Jake promised Danny in his mind that he would make this quick. He just needed to ride out this high and come down before they met up.

As Jake played, that floating feeling came again. Drops of sweat ran down his face, his neck, his chest and exposed stomach as he played, completely unnoticed. His head felt full of the vibrations the noise was making all around him and through him. He was a conduit of sound, of noise, of energy. Jake felt like a vessel for some unknown force in that moment. His body felt suspended in this moment in time whilst being controlled by something else entirely. All he knew was to keep playing. Just keep playing.

Jake glanced back towards Danny, just to get a feel of how long to play. Danny didn’t see him, though. He looked like he was in a little world of his own. The pounding of his drumsticks on the drum heads made Danny’s curls bounce with every beat. Switching from toms to snare allowed Jake to see the shimmer on Danny’s forehead, letting him know that he was playing his ass off. Jake wasn’t expecting to see him so in-the-zone for the harmonica solo; he usually plays a slow, low backbeat.

And he wasn’t expecting to see Danny roll his eyes back and throw his head, exposing his gleaming chest and strained biceps to Jake, seemingly on purpose. Danny also let his jaw go slack, creating a face of pure ecstacy. Is that how he looks…? Jake quickly faced the audience again and tried to think of something else.

He felt pressure arise against his suit pants and his eyes widened slightly. He didn’t mean for his mind to wander, didn’t want this happening in front of thousands of fans. He blew the last chord in a hurry and strutted away, shoving the harmonica in his pocket again. Though the audience was screaming and giving Jake deserved applause, he couldn’t hear any of it. He was only concerned with finishing this goddamned song and getting his dick to calm the hell down.

Danny and Sam picked the speed back up on their rhythm to match Highway Tune again. Josh skipped back to center stage and raised both of his arms, signaling the audience to cheer again for Jake’s exceptional performance. Jake wanted to smile, wanted to give a courteous and theatrical bow, but he just nodded to Josh and positioned the guitar in front of him. His fingers went to work again on his Gibson, playing that riff again. He was so in his head after a couple minutes that his predicament went away, and he was able to play the last seconds of the encore with as much forte as usual.

After standing on the dais above the stage with everyone and taking a bow, they all walked back down the stairs, with Jake walking down first and Danny last. Jake handed his guitar to a roadie to pack and looked behind him for Danny. Josh patted his twin’s shoulder and walked past him, eager to get out of his tight jumpsuit. Sam ran past Danny and Jake, presumably to shower and wash the blackness off his feet from the stage. That just left Danny and Jake in the backstage hallway, panting from leftover adrenaline and nervousness.

“Hey,” Danny breathed first.

“Hey,” Jake replied. “Everything alright? I noticed earlier, um, that slip-up.”

“Yeah, all good.”

There was a silence that felt like hours but lasted just seconds. There were tech guys and roadies everywhere packing everything up for the next show. Tonight, the guys could sleep in a hotel since their next show wasn’t until the day after the next. Thank God for some privacy, Jake thought.

“You wanna go somewhere?” Danny suggested. His hands were placed on his hips, supporting his aching back. Jake noticed how sweaty Danny was up close, and he smelled not unpleasant but strong and musky. Jake felt a twinge, feeling like Danny read his mind instantly.

“Actually, I was thinking we could go to that dive we saw driving through. I think it was called Rusty something.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you there, okay? I desperately need to shower.” Danny chuckled, obviously noticing Jake’s nose scrunch up when he inhaled too close to the drummer. Danny walked past him and placed his hand on Jake’s upper arm, letting it linger before walking off to his private shower. Jake now stood alone in the hallway. He shook his head and walked down the hall to his room. We’re in this shit now.

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #danny wagner #jake gvf #danny gvf #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fan fic #fanfic #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #josh gvf #sam gvf #greta van fic #greta van smut

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Hobie: I hate when people are like uhm fruit isn't actually good for you it has a lot of sugar like shut the fuck up go eat your nutritionally complete meal powder you bought off a fucking kickstarter project okay let me enjoy a clementine.

Gwen: God, same.

Gwen: Like it even goes beyond that. If I ever eat a raw vegetable for my own health I always get shit like. Yeah, but the dressing is super bad for you, so you cancelled it out by eating ranch with it. or like. carrots have tons of carbs they’re basically sugar.

Gwen: And I'm just like, for real? I can’t have a baby carrot with ranch. I can’t have some fucking grapes. If the only truly pure food I can eat is raw celery and a daily multivitamin I'd quite honestly and truly rather just be dead.

Jess: Just because something has a lot of calories or sugar does not mean it’s bad for you! Veggies and fruits have a ton of vitamins and minerals and fibre and you need calories for your body to work, so who cares if you smother them in ranch? Just don’t dip a clementine in ranch.

Hobie: I'm gonna dip a clementine in ranch.

Jess: Why do you hate Jesus?

Hobie: Jesus is my homeboy but god has a lot to answer for and my rebellion will continue until he does so.

Gwen: dude that was a raw ass fucking quote.

Miguel: Y’know, if anybody heard you, that’s going to end up being one of those quotes that’s completely stripped of its context and passed around as the rawest, most profound thing. And when someone finds out it’s about dipping clementine in ranch dressing and freaks out, I hope you’ll be proud of yourself.

Hobie, leaning in real close to Miguel: I will be.

#revelations and stupidity #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #jessica drew #spider man across the spider verse

[skullbnuuy]

This is probably my favorite chapter since I started reading the manga (which isn't all that long. But.) That color spread, omfg. That one was for the lesbians.

Oda is entering some next level shit, the way he's drawing Saturn and Luffy in this chapter makes me fucking vibrate. Saturn has fully fallen under the siren's call of the Sunk Cost Fallacy. Gear 5 Luffy is looking more and more deranged with each panel (/pos). With how Zoan Awakenings work, I wonder if we'll have to address the possibility of Luffy being overwhelmed by Nika's spirit like the Jailer Beasts.

Calling my shot: Kizaru absolutely shot Vegapunk exactly where Saturn stabbed him, thus cauterizing the wound and saving Vegapunk's life, which is why he's smiling while Sanji runs him off. He's realized that Kizaru does still have some humanity left deep down. Though on the other hand, the video message being triggered by a Dead Man's Switch makes a lot of sense so maybe I'm just coping.

Also, interesting little tidbit I've noticed: whenever Luffy grows in size in Gear 5, all of his clothes grow with him... Except his hat. The straw hat remains it's normal size.

Idk if it means anything but I did go back to Wano to see if it was the same there, and it might be, but we never got a direct look at it when he was giant, at least that I could find. Also this has got to be one of the Rawest Images in the series.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #op 1108 #Doll and Robin should kiss #Reiju and Tashigi ABSOLUTELY did more than kiss #lets go lesbians

[aihoshiino]

chapter 126 thoughts

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK!!!!!!!

my only complaint about this chapter is that we didn't get to see miyako hitting him with bricks on panel. no notes.

more seriously, one of the things i was worried about happening was saitou abandoning miyako & strawberry pro. by extension for all that time being kind of glossed over so i'm really glad to see that he isn't being uncritically welcomed back to the cast, especially by miyako - the person who was arguably hurt by him the most. knowing that she rightfully got to beat his ass and that he's going to have to actively earn her trust back has me immediately super on board with the repairing of that relationship.

something i also really liked with the manga finally explicitly acknowledging just how incredibly well miyako has done to keep strawberry pro. going and to get it to such a stable, well-respected place. even now ichigo is back and is helping to smooth over some of the issues they were facing, it's not that he's better at what they door that miyako was lacking in any way - they just happen to have complimentary skill sets and having another person to rely on means miyako isn't stretched as thin.

unfortunately, the one thing i really didn't like in this chapter was ruby. i talked about this elsewhere earlier today so i'll just repeat myself here to save from having to paraphrase myself and type it all out again: "Tbh as someone who really really loves Ruby it's so frustrating to see OnK so consistently drop the ball on like... doing interesting things with her and giving her focus? The depictions and examination of Ruby's lingering feelings about Sarina's mother and the way her unaddressed trauma is even starting to poison her love for Ai was so juicy and compelling and it felt like it had a lot of care and tenderness for Ruby as a deeply hurt person at her breaking point." The absolutely jarring pivot from that incredible focus on Ruby's rawest, ugliest feelings to Ruby spending her page time gushing about her oniichansensei with a framing that plays it clearly for laughs and nudge wink incest bait is incredibly frustrating. It's pretty clear that her infatuation and her shoujo brain disease is being played for laughs to emphasize how childish those feelings are but... I guess it just leaves a nasty taste in my mouth that a female character in Oshi no Ko finally getting to deal with and work through something that wasn't Aqua related has again jumped tracks back to revolving around Aqua.

THAT SAID, THOUGH. HOLY SHIT, AQUA. that warning from ichigo would have been worrying enough on its own but that final page of aqua with one white star and one black, surrounded by crows... it has me VERY excited for us to get back into the swing of things with the main story and to see exactly what is going on in my favourite fucked up little boy's fucked up little head <3

miyako should get to hit ichigo some more. no notes.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #oshi no ko spoilers

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Izzy Amnesia Fic Excerpt (Spoilers)

Since "show the excerpt" won by a wide margin, this is getting posted. But since a portion of you didn't want it, I'll put the actual excerpt under a "read more" banner.

Note: this is from about I'd say a third of the way into the fic? So this is definitely not guaranteeing an angsty ending. Just that there is going to be some Shit That Goes Down on the way. (Also, that there is a lead up to this. It doesn't just come out of nowhere.)

With that being said, I'm warning you now that this excerpt is going to end on an absolutely gut wrenching note. And yes, I am extremely pleased by that.

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the blessing only comes with bitterness (all that you believe in can survive this one)

Title is from "December '04" by the Oh Hellos, one of the main songs on my playlists for this fic. (And yes, I made TWO playlists for this fic. I'm at 15k and it's still got at least a few thousand left and it spiralled. Whoops. At least I'm posting this excerpt, for better or worse.)

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“I forgot how absolutely bitter and repressed you were. You can't handle the thought that someone else could turn Blackbeard's eye, or hell, your own,” Lucius says, furious tears in his eyes, and the words cut across Izzy's ribs like Hornigold’s whip. “How would you feel if I told you that you're married, now? And to someone that isn't Blackbeard? Doesn't that make you want to shrivel up into a tiny ball, the idea that someone loves you so much that they would vow their life to you, and that it isn't the man who created you? Doesn't that just terrify you to death?"

Izzy has his sword out, the sharp side of the blade against Lucius’ throat, but Lucius’ vicious smirk doesn't slip even a millimeter. He knows which nerves of Izzy's are the rawest. He knows what strings hurt the most to be plucked. He knows how to dig his claws into the softest parts of Izzy's heart that he thought long ago calloused over. He knows about parts of Izzy that he has never shared with anyone, even Edward himself.

(Pete has his own sword out, but it is held by his side as he glances frantically between them, clearly uneasy about letting his blade join the conversation.)

“Where is this man or woman you claim I decided to turn against my Captain to marry?”

Lucius and Pete exchange a glance and some acidic mix of insecurity and rage crunches Izzy's stomach. He's been struggling since he woke up, head in agony, and whoever this fucking spouse didn't care enough to help him, to ground him, to care for him when he was laid up with a fever and woke missing years of memory.

Izzy snarls. "They're clearly not here, so they must be a fucking coward. Better dead than alive if they can't even be relied upon to stay by my side when I have a fever, much less years of missing memories-"

“Don't you dare fucking talk about my husband like that,” Pete seethes, fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.

A stone drops into Izzy's stomach. "Your husband? I thought we were talking about my witless spouse?”

“They're standing right in front of you, you impertinent jackass,” Lucius says, tone vicious as he pulls back the neckline of his tunic to yank out a wooden ring on a leather strap. His wooden finger jerks to the side to point at the wooden ring on Pete’s hand. “Surprise. You're stuck with us.”

Izzy has to be hallucinating. He must have gotten an infection. All of this must be the product of a fevered mind. 

There is no way that the scribe who humiliated him in front of the crew and the guy he slapped the head of and called a “useless fucking fucker” a few days ago could possibly have decided to marry him.

All Izzy knows is violence and control. All he knows is Edward and the sea. He does not know softness and weakness and the sort of gormless sentiment that would let himself be tied to the idiot twins.

This can't be real. He's hallucinating, that's it.

Ed is still here. Stede Bonnet's ragtag group of idiots are going to fail at their attempt at a fuckery tomorrow and Ed is going to kill Stede Bonnet and this scribe and his boyfriend will be nothing but the guys who Izzy caught fucking in the storage hold and all of this will have been a horrible, terrible nightmare-

“You’re lying,” Izzy snaps. “You absolute-”

“Twats?” Lucius offers with a horrible, gut-wrenching, fond smirk, and if Izzy ever decided to marry this man, he’d be a fucking fool.

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But also, because I can't leave you on such a downer, and because I'm nice, here's one of my favorite lines from later in the fic when things are on the upswing:

Lucius Spriggs is a rotten bastard, an absolute bitch, and also one of the kindest people Izzy has ever met.

#fanfic #aletterinthenameofsanity #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #black pete #amnesia fic #ao3 #my fics #excerpt #lucius x izzy x pete #lucius x izzy #sprizzy #lupeteizzy

[gingerteaonthetardis]

listen, i am going to bed but. you are telling me that miss amy sat down with her pen and paper or her laptop or computer or typewriter or her quill and scroll or her clay tablets or whatever and she wrote down the line 'you are more important than god' and then she just. went about her business and her life like that isn't the rawest shit of all time. seriously

#if i singlehandedly obliterated the romance genre with one phrase i would simply retire to a tropical island and die of coconut overdose #i would not be wasting my time on this mortal plane #abbey.txt #midgelenny #tmmm

[xardoth]

Decibels Of Storm (1990) | Pelle Ohlin

I know I've talked about posting a Euronymous interview but I haven't had time to type out anything new and I apologize. I'm taking all the Pelle interviews I've published on different social medias and posting them here until I find the time to sit down and search for other ones. As usual, Pelle's words are in italic and the interviewers are bold!

"Hi! What'sup after the release of your EP "Deathcrush"? Is it selling well?

- Deathcrush is sold out since nearly a year! But DC's demo wich is not limited is still available and we don't intend to stop selling it at 5$. The record was produced & pressed by us! If we would have had a commercial record label on us, the songs would have been different as they are, and they would never have allowed that front cover and everyone who got one knows why... After Deathcrush we had a long time of no release and no gigs. We got our actual rehearsal place in April '89, a great equipment and fount at last a place to live and so on.. Now we can really begin the hard work for realizing all our band's future plans!

Why did you change the line-up?

- Well, in fact we never changed it.... only Manheim (ex drummer) and Maniac (ex vocalist) left the band after Deathcrush's recording! I began in spring '88 and Hellhammer joined a few weeks later! Now we are: Dead: vocals; Hellhammer: drums; Necrobutcher: bass and Euroymous guitars. 

What do you think now of your first demo: "Pure fucking armaggeddon"?

- It's the same extremely bad sound quality now as it was before! In '86, when it came out and I first heard it (I didn't sing on that one). it was the rawest and noisiest crushing black metal I'heard till then. The songs we'll use from PFA live are carnage & PFA. We'll print carnage in tha same version as before, and PFA on vinyl, maybe on CD..... What I can say for sure is that Deathcrush will come out again on vinyl, with another cover. Unfortunately, we can't use the name "posercorpse" anymore, as we started our own record label called "Deathlike silence productions" and all our future records will be on DSP. We'll press not only our own records, but also those of some other bands. The first one will be "the awakening", an LP from Merciless from Sweden.

How is life in Norway? Tell me about your country.

- In almost every country you'll find people who would prefer to live elsewhere. I wanna live in Transylvania! I'm not norvegian, maybe another of us should answer this question. I think everything here is too far expensive and the Death Metal scene isn't big enough. There aren't so many satanic covens, the blasphemes in christian churches aren't grim enough and Scandinavia has also a rotten weather. I think that France is more human and nearer other european countries (compared to Norway). I've also heard all about those many ancient castles, I'll have to check that out some days.

What are you listening to now? Death metal I suppose!!

- The bands I prefer are: Mantas and Old Death/Necrovore, Azagthoth, Matricide, Immolation, Autopsy, Damnation, Merciless (SWE), Casbah, Necrophile, Deathspeed, Nausea, Imperator, Panic, Slashing Death, Mercilles death, Tormentor, Mutilated, Agressor and the new stuff on Loudblast.

So you know Mutilated!! Yeah! I think they're awful, shit with big head. Do u think this too?

- Mutilated is OK musically, but as I don't know those guys I can't say much about them, only that someone wrote to us once telling that Mutilated doesn't answer letters. So don't ask me what might go on between them and French public.

You plan an LP. Please Dead, talk to me 'bout it.

- We hope to get a studio in March '90 for the recording of "De Mysteris Dom Sathanas" LP. Exactly when it'll be out and the time for the recording depend of any possible new gigs appearing. We hope go to Russia for about 20-30 gigs at this year's end and if nothing appears after that then we can record in March. The title "De Misteriis.." comes from a book with ghost stories; ghosts made of human flesh with forced far beyond human imagination. Unfortunately this book seems to exist in only 1 examplary, but I still try to find another. Just now I can tell you which songs we'll use: carnage, the dark of the freezing moon, buried by time & dust, funeral fog, de mysteriis dom sathanas and  song we could call "when the vultures left" and one more without title yet! That makes 7 songs, but as we have 10 on the LP, we have to make 3 more. We still have 4 songs on DeathCrush and all those we composed for the russian tour! There's of course a difference in new track and that of DC, but to me they're in the same vein as our old stuff, maybe longer, with more solo parts! We did all improve technically since then; but it will be the same Death on it!

Are your lyrics funny, or do you speak about reality?

- Let's talk about the new lyrics... They're mostly done by me, and I take it very seriously! I'e been mad of horror since my birth and I'm insane of ancient, nearly forgotten... covens of pure evil!! Lonely castles in carpatians, in transylvania... vulture legends wich are so ancient but still alive in Transylvania! Black metal!!!!

Any future plans?

-I don't like future as I'm obsessed by the past! Hard to talk about it as everything goes so slowly! What will happen after the LP? We've got many plans for then but the biggest is our tour and the way we planned it: Eastern Europe (in its whole), many places in the west (I can't for sure it willbe France, but I would rather think so), southern and  central america and maybe Canada and Asia! My own idea would be to play in the places which invite us. We only wanna play in so "sick" as possible places, communist, with closed borders and impossible to see for tourists. That's all I can say now.

Any last words?

- If one of you, Satanic true evil horror Nosferatu insaniacs of immortality finds per chance the book "De Miteriis Dom. Satanas" and survives its contact, please contact me, so I can die in peace!!"

#pelle ohlin #øystein aarseth #euronymous #mayhem #lords of chaos #necrobutcher #hellhammer #jørn stubberud #jan axel blomberg #black metal #death metal #true norwegian black metal #swedish black metal #metalhead

[tobiasdrake]

The holy advent has come!

This Death Note reference killed me. Had me in stitches. This is Monokuma's strongest entrance of all three games. It comes at a point when you'd already resigned yourself to the idea that the Monokubs were going to be our Monokuma for this go-round, and it nails that reference.

It hits even harder in hindsight. This line haunted me, especially since I already figured we were in space and that there was nowhere to truly escape to outside the ship.

Learning the big twist makes it hit even harder. The Earth is dead. The last remnants of humanity are imprisoned here. With Junko. Suddenly, Monokuma's self-proclaimed godhood over the planet hits a lot harder, doesn't it?

...learning the bigger twist, meanwhile, recontextualizes it. It's still a valid statement, but in a very different sense. Tsumugi doesn't reign supreme over what's left of the Earth, but instead is the director behind the fictional universe that our LARPers find themselves trapped in.

...

Though, in my opinion, the fictional version hit better than the "truth". Within the context of Tsumugi's narrative, this Death Note reference is the rawest line in Danganronpa history.

"I am the director in charge of this production," just isn't as holy fuck powerful as "The Earth is dead and I am its queen, welcome to my irrevocable dominion of despair."

It just.

AGH. It grates at me. "Humanity is on the cusp of extinction after a horrifying devastation, now is NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR SHIT, JUNKO," is such a good plot and I hate that it got wasted on a meta-narrative.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #revisiting drv3 #monokuma

[degloved]

you said you wanted to talk adam-dogboy metaphors 🫶🫶🫶

Adam literally spends the whole movie leashed and waiting for someone to take some pity on him, to tell him what to do so he can take an order. he’s wounded and left behind and even then he is left alone to wait in the dark for someone to come and mercy kill him that’s the most dogboy metaphor i’ve ever seen

i mean he literally gets shot like a dog come on

let it be fucking known i haven't been on my adam shit since april 2022 but beloved you are bringing it out of me GAH

let's discuss the way he brought down zepp because thinking about it in this context is EARTH-SHATTERING to me. like a damn guard dog ! like lawrence's personal k9 ! came at that man with no thoughts only the rawest need to follow orders and take down the threat. isn't that wild ? doesn't that drive you fucking crazy ??? and for all that, he still got put down despite being a good, loyal boy. bc being a good, loyal boy never overrode a dog's expiration date

#ohhhhh this is crazy #this is wacky this is insane #adam faulkner stanheight #saw

[theyhaveacavetroll]

tagged by @iamdexter123. Thanks!

Rules:  A challenge to give your Top 10 favourite characters, based on their ESSENCE. They have to be favourite characters that also have a deeper literary value, where you enjoy their specific role in the story, and this means that the list also should exclude characters that would normally count as favourites if for purely nostalgic reasons. They can be from film, tv, or written media, anything

Oh gods. Um. This is going to be Hard isn't it.

James Flint, Black Sails

I have loved and will continue to love James "Flint" McGraw both for his place in the story and just in general. His was the story that took me by the shoulders, shook me briskly and whispered "it doesn't have to be like this, the world doesn't have to be this cruel but it is and aren't you tired of it? Aren't you tired of pretending that the status quo is ok? Aren't you ready to make it change?" And he was the main voice for that sentiment that shook me down to my bones.

Farah Dowling, Fate Winx Saga

Farah is a character who has done horrible things. She's been the unthinking protegé of a monster and still came back from the edge. She's someone who took all the pain she experienced and has decided to be kind, even if she struggles with that sometimes, and I love her for it. And she's not motherly, she's more of a wine aunt, but she still cares so deeply about people and that's refreshing too. And of course I love it when I get a female character who is allowed to be complex and also in charge.

Saul Silva, Fate Winx Saga

I love Saul for being arguably the most responsible adult in the room at all times and also so deeply, deeply defined by tragedy that I don't think he knows who to be without the guilt he's carrying around with him (I'd love to find out, though). He's got a life that's been deeply shitty in so many ways but he keeps trying to do the right thing, and then there's the way that despite everyone else around him caving and doing things that are questionable or just outright wrong, he's the one with the moral center and the conviction to say "no, I'm not doing this and I wish you wouldn't either" even in the face of danger. Oh - and he's a damsel in distress, which I don't get to see in male characters much.

Daud, Dishonored

*looks at Daud* *looks at Saul* uhhhh, I appear to have a thing about guilt-ridden men who also adopt every kid in sight and who end up getting forgiven by the people they hurt. I just think they're neat, ok?

Charles Vane, Black Sails

Look. This character has - oh, so many flaws. He's a piece of shit in so many ways, but he's also got some of the rawest lines in this entire damn show, the ones that I'd willingly get tattooed on me so I don't forget them. If you ever need to know what radicalized me, it was probably this guy and everything he said and did from 2x10 on.

Tiago Rodriguez/Raoul Silva, James Bond

I'm sorry, was I not supposed to like the most stylish villain in a Bond film since...idk, I think the last one with this much personality was probably Elektra King. The brat energy. The little bit of crazy underneath it. The fact that the man had a really valid point and actually succeeded because he set achievable goals. The way he's... not quite sexually aggressive with Bond but also definitely wants to get railed. Fascinating.

Simon Torquill, October Daye

Simon. My darling, best idiot who needs to have someone wrap him in a blanket for about a century and make him as much honey-sweetened tea as he can stand and above all else not allow him to make major decisions until he's had a chance to process the clusterfuck that is his life up til now. I love him, your honor. I love that I get a male character who's allowed to be his own worst enemy but also the kindest, most caring father anyone could ask for when he's not flinging around transformation spells and shooting people with elfshot while being puppeteered by a megalomaniac. And of course I love an actual redemption arc that for once doesn't end in death. Right, Seanan? RIGHT? (jk, I trust her. Mostly).

Rosalind Hale, Fate Winx Saga

Ok, so. I both hate Rosalind and love her as a character. It's a complicated thing, but I think what I really love about her as a character is that she's a female villain who is creepy as fuck and I wish that the writers had not immediately turned her into... whatever the fuck they were going for in s2. I was much more fond of s1 Rosalind who was an absolute monster who broke the adults in the series so badly and so completely that they're still a pack of emotional wrecks twenty years on. I wanted her to stay that monster instead of being written as a butch lesbian who's just very done with everyone's shit and occasionally given to a bit of torture. I wanted a better look at what she did to Farah, and to Ben Harvey, and for someone to spell out in great detail that she took Andreas and broke him down to be her attack dog from the time he was sixteen.

Basically I love the potential of the character but if she turned up in front of me I would be compelled to stab her quickly.

Javik, Mass Effect

There's something about Javik that I keep coming back to and I think it's the sheer weight of what he represents. One individual out of trillions still alive. Shepard's mirror image, but his mission went to hell and his people all died and now he's awake again and it has to feel like a kind of torture. And yet, for all that, Javik's character arc is about hope. It's about picking yourself up, or rather being picked up, and figuring out how to live again. If you do everything right, Javik gets to see the end of the Reapers and the end of the carnage. He gets to live, and grow, and maybe finally put down his gun and write a book or something, and that's important. We all need a character to remind us that as long as you're alive, there's hope.

Nomi, James Bond

I love her, your honor. If there's one thing the last film got right, it was having three women of color, none of whom had the slightest inclination to fuck Bond, and of the three of them, Nomi is my favorite. I love that she's the new 007. I love that she's there to drag Bond's ass and warn him off her assignment. I love her "Double-0 what?" and I love her "I'll shoot you in the knee. The one that works." I love that she gets to murder racists, and I love that she's got fully as much style as any other 007.

Honorable mentions who didn't make the narrative weight cut or who I just ran out of room for:

Garrus Vakarian, Mass Effect

Mordin Solus, Mass Effect

Anders, Dragon Age

Thomas Barrow, Downton Abbey

Miranda, Black Sails

Madi, Black Sails

Max, Black Sails

Alec Trevelyan, James Bond

Moneypenny (Samantha Bond and Naomi Harris), James Bond

Andreas of Eraklyon, Fate Winx Saga

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, as well as @skloomdumpster, @septemberrie, @djino04, and @penflicks

#tag game #fun stuff

[bobtheacorn]

Regarding Film Red: I think you meant "It's good, but it isn't Strong World" ;0

Tesoro is just Some Asshole trying to ruin the Strawhats' day - no World Domination, no incredibly hyped Mega High Stakes that don't actually mean any fucking thing by the end of the film - and he eats absolute shit for it. And when Luffy is about to fight this hubristic egomaniac, he says the rawest line in the history of ever: "The last god I fought couldn't beat me, and neither will you!!" And he's not even BRAGGING he's just stating a Thing That Is True.

Film Gold is the best One Piece Film in the franchise, that is not my Opinion that's a statistical FACT

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what got you into classic literature and mythology in the first place? i want to read more of it to get better at analysis but i can never figure out where to start :(

hi anon! i’m not an expert in the slightest so take all of this with a gigantic heap of salt

i got into classic literature by being a pretentious smartass who wanted to look Sophisticated™ and somewhere down the line i discovered that classic literature is actually fun and worth reading for more than just bragging rights. that being said, i think the issue with getting into “classic literature” might be that the definition is so broad as to be meaningless. seriously, dante’s divine comedy and jane austen's pride and prejudice can both be called “classic literature” so i’m going to break this down a little to be more specific. 

here’s how i started or how i think you could start: (essay under the cut)

the classics (as in literature from ancient greece and ancient rome)

start with homer. seriously, i see no point in starting anywhere else. i started with the iliad which took some convincing because i expected it to be boring and incomprehensible. what did i get? one of the best fucking stories i ever read, filled with blood and death and tragedy and love. it’s beautifully written and so so worth reading. although i feel obligated to mention that "graphic depictions of violence" doesn't begin to describe it. homer isn't content with telling you that a character died, homer needs to tell you the exact angle at which a spear pierced a characters liver. it's a book about the horrors of war, after all. i read the robert fagles translation which is excellent and which brings me to my next point: i cannot overstate the importance of a good translation. with most ancient greek and latin stuff, you have the luxury of multiple translations and trust me, it’ll take you like three sentences to figure out whether or not you vibe with a specific translation. online previews are your friend!

(and if i may rant for a bit, the iliad should be mandatory reading on this hellsite and anyone who wants to act like they know what they’re talking about because they read a patrochilles fanfic once can fight me)

classic literature (as in anything older than a few decades that we as a society still give a shit about)

this can be anything which makes it really difficult to recommend stuff but here are some starting points 

when it comes to english literature, you can never go wrong with my good friend billy the bard (shakespeare). my faves are macbeth (witches! prophecies! a mad king on a downward spiral!) and hamlet (ghosts! depression! one of the rawest monologues i’ve heard in my life!). but you can literally just pick any play and go with it. 

as for getting some media analysis practice in. i really liked ray bradbury’s fahrenheit 451 and george orwell’s 1984. they’re filled with Themes and Metaphors. they’re both short and they’re both about as subtle as a neon sign on fire. they are practically hitting you over the head with how much the curtains are not just blue. fahrenheit 451 has a more hopeful tone whereas 1984 is as bleak as it gets. 

[spoilers] 1984 ends in such complete and utter defeat of the protagonist, i wanted to throw that book across the room when i finished it and i had to stare at a wall for a few minutes to process what the fuck just happened. good times!

as for media analysis, you can practice with literally any story. the classics just happen to be more thematically intricate than your standard hollywood movie. it just comes down to trying to figure out how a story works. does it work? if not, why? what was the author trying to do and did they succeed? i think the tv tropes wiki is a really good resource that explains tropes in layman’s terms and provides examples for each. 

mythology

this one’s tricky because there are so many mythologies. if you’re just getting into it, i’d start with the big ones (greek, roman, norse, egyptian)

the big ones usually have primary sources:

greek: iliad, odyssey, theogony

roman: metamorphoses, aeneid (i think)

norse: prose edda, poetic edda

egyptian: ???

if you want something a little more accessible, there’s a lot of books recounting the same stories for a modern audience. i personally love neil gaiman’s norse mythology because it first introduces you to the gods and then recounts the most important stories from the prose edda and the poetic edda. i’m usually a slow reader but neil gaiman somehow has the magical ability to make me rip through his stuff in a day or two. highly recommended!

and i only quickly rifled through roger green’s tales of ancient egypt but i really liked what i saw.

on the slightly more obscure side (irish, japanese, persian myth, just to name a few) you can probably still find some primary sources. the first few paragraphs of wikipedia will tell you where to look.

anything more obscure than that takes a special kind of masochist. (i’m researching slavic myth and it makes me want to kill)

so yeah, i hope this was somewhat helpful. there is a lot of classic literature and myth. i haven’t read nearly enough of it but if you consider me qualified to give advice (big mistake) then my asks and dm’s are always open.

#anon i am so sorry if you expected a straightforward answer #but i can't not ramble for paragraphs on end if asked about something i care about