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[livingemkayde]

ch iii. diced

joel miller x f!reader x unrequited!tommy miller (no outbreak AU)

chapter three of chaser

warnings: 18+ minors please dni. phone sex?? yeah…phone sex. graphic depictions of male and female masturbation. dom!joel makes a reappearance. too much tension for one story. love triangle forming formed. mild allusions to physical fighting but only verbal fighting with the brothers LOL. age gap, reader is 23 and joel is 35. Tommy is 30. (ages of all characters and plot do not follow canon strictly for the story’s sake). reader in her girl boss era (not sexually tho lol). 

a/n: ooooooooo i love you guys and im glad youre liking the story. im really happy with the way this chapter came out. WIG. please enjoy!!

summary: tensions run high at a family dinner at the miller's house. tommy drops you off at home, but its joel who ends up being the one talking to you until you fall asleep.

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“Fighting at the table. Thought you were a gentleman,” you chuckle, nervously.  That right? Your breath hitches.  “Yeah.” Not anymore? “Not too sure anymore.”  ‘M sure I can convince you.  “You can try.”

You like cooking.

You like the meticulous steps involved in following a recipe.

You like how when it’s done, you can share it with the people you love. 

You stand at the kitchen counter, dicing an onion. Joel’s silent words ring in your mind as you stare down at the small little squares. 

You find your cheeks reddening more with each tick of the minute hand. The boys will be home later from their long day with the electrician. You asked one of Sarah’s teammates to drop her off at the house since your car was out of commission. 

The hours pass by, the chicken gets golden brown in the heat of the oven, salad gets tossed, potatoes get mashed. 

The Millers file in, Sarah first — she slumps down on the couch as you try to get her to wash up and put on a fresh set of clothes before setting up camp in front of the TV. 

She grumbles, but ultimately gives in, too tired to complain. You send her back to the couch after she’s done with a bowl of grapes and a cookie. 

Tommy is next, surprisingly sans his brother at his side.

“Hey…” you greet him with confusion laced in your tone. 

“Hey,” he gives you a hug, like always, and shuffles into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything about Joel which seems weird. 

“Smells fuckin’ amazing ‘n here,” Tommy grumbles to himself, giving you a teasing squeeze on your hip while you pass to check on the chicken. 

He sits down at the table, his hand rubbing over his forehead. 

“Where’s Joel?” you inquire. Trying to keep your tone from sounding too interested. 

“Dunno, dropped me off and said he needed to check on something,” he grovels. 

You nod your head. 

Strange. 

“How was your day?” he asks, you just shrug.

“Tire’s fuck. ‘S alright though.”

He nods, his head comes back to his hands.

“Long day?” you ask, looking at him sympathetically. 

“Yeah,” he groans, standing to sneak a taste at the potatoes with a small spoon in hand. 

“Hey! Wait—” you attempt to stop his tricks, but he just laughs when you try to bat his hand away. 

“Electrican was a fuckin’ dick ‘n the drywall shipment is late so…” he huffs out, leaning back against the kitchen counter. You settle against the other counter, across the kitchen — the two of you facing each other. 

“‘M sorry,” you say and try to smile. These things happen with the brothers. The day's work seeping into dinner. You usually try to cheer up Tommy before he sits down with Sarah, but Joel is a different story. “Can you do anything about the guy?” 

“Not really, he’s supposed to be the best,” he shrugs. You stalk over near him, moving to stir the potatoes again, but he plays with the tail ends of your apron, and surprisingly, pulls you into a hug. 

You know it’s what he needs right now. A hug from a friend, and when the front door opens, you 

hope everyone in the room understands it's nothing more than that. 

Joel stands in the entryway. You can see him out of the corner of your eye. You can also see him hesitate in shrugging off his boots and flannel, taking in the scene unfolding before his eyes. 

Tommy Miller slumped against the counter with you in his arms. 

You pull away quickly. 

“Hey Joel,” you say, your hand coming to rub the back of your neck. 

“You makin’ dinner?” He asks, nodding his head at your greeting. You figure he’s pissed off about the day too, and seeing you with Tommy first thing when he opens the door certainly can’t help. 

“Yeah, just some chicken,” you say to him as he moves to kiss Sarah’s head and makes his way towards you and Tommy. 

“It’ll be ready soon,” you follow up with, he gives you a grunt in response, opening the fridge to get a beer. 

Joel passes you, and just when you think he’s too pissed to save it, he gives you a look. The one that leaves you breathless, the same look he always does — but only for a fleeting second with Tommy still close to your side. 

He leans down to your ear in passing, putting a steady hand on your low back that sends chills up your spine and whispers in a husky voice — 

“Thanks for cookin’ darlin’.” 

Jesus. 

You try to hide your flush but a smile falls on your face — Tommy notices. You know he notices, he’s not stupid. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a ragged breath. 

You can’t think of anything besides, get the attention off you. 

“Sarah?” you call from the kitchen, you see her eyes peek out from over the couch. 

“Help me set the table, will you, doll?” 

“Sure,” she calls back. 

You move to grab the napkins and cutlery, but Tommy’s hands stop your movements. You look up to him at your side, he smiles at you. 

“Let me help,” he says, taking the cloth out of your hand. 

“Oh — okay. Thanks,” you say, brushing your hands off, setting up Sarah’s utensils instead. 

You shrug off your apron. Joel watches you the whole time while leaning against the sink. When you meet his eye, he just raises his eyebrows at you, taking another sip of his beer. 

You pull the chicken out of the oven, setting everything on the table. 

“Come get it, guys,” you say, pulling out Sarah’s chair. She sits by Tommy, he ruffles her hair — her giggling echoing through the kitchen like always.

You sit across from them, Joel at the head of the small table. It's funny. Most days you have dinner at the house, it doesn’t feel as formal as this. Tommy and Joel sit on the couch sometimes, watching whatever is on the TV, you help Sarah with her food at the table. 

But most days you have takeout or leftovers — not a meal you cooked. 

“How was soccer today?” you ask Sarah as she spoons mashed potatoes into her mouth. 

“It was so fun, Katie even got us matching bracelets,” she says, holding out her wrist, a clunky beaded bracelet hangs off it. 

“Very cool,” you admire the colorful charms, the brothers pretend to be interested. 

“Sorry I couldn’t pick you up, my tire popped,” you say to her. She gives you a confused look. 

“How does that even happen?” 

“You’re telling me, kid,” you smile at her, shaking your head. She laughs back.

“Speakin’ of that,” Joel cuts in, “Went by the shop to get a tire but they were closed. I'll take you tomorrow.”

“Oh — thanks, Joel,” you say, sipping on some water to hide your blush. 

Tommy grumbles from across the table.

“What was that?” you ask, he looks at you, then Joel, a certain uneasiness falls over the table. 

Some silence. He keeps looking at Joel with an emotion you can’t place.

“Told Joel I would take you,” he says after some time. 

Fuck. 

You sneak a glance at Joel. He looks at Tommy with a stiff stare. The room feels tense, other than Sarah picking at her salad. 

“Oh — it’s,” you nervously chuckle. “It’s okay. Actually I can probably —” 

“I gave her the tow,” Joel cuts you off. But he’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Tommy. 

You watch the wordless scene unfolding in front of you in awe. Your brows push together in a silent plea to stop. But the boys don’t look at you. They don’t break from looking at each other. 

“She called me,” Tommy says, the dinner in front of them abandoned. 

“You didn't go.” 

Fuck. 

“It's really not a problem, I can—” 

“I’ll help you change it,” Tommy cuts you off, glancing in your direction, then back to Joel. 

“I can change a tire,” Joel snaps, his voice raising slightly. 

You give them both a look, hoping to shut them up, but they don’t even glance your way. 

“Once your car is fixed can you take me to the library again after soccer?” Sarah says over the silence. 

You look back at her and try to make it seem like everything is okay. 

“Of course!” you say, cringing at your nervous intonation, but she giggles and thanks you nonetheless. 

“I know how to change a tire, but thanks for the offer,” you say, a nervous laugh breezing through your words. “Tommy, it’s okay that you couldn’t come —” 

You’re cut off again. It seems like you’re not really in this conversation. And they’re not really arguing about the tire. 

“I couldn’t go because you fucked it with the electrician,” Tommy bites back. 

“Tommy,” you say in a stern voice, looking at Sarah, and back to Tommy, a scowl across your face. But he doesn’t look back. 

It looks like Sarah is almost done with dinner anyways, her eyes trained towards the TV in the living room. 

“You done kiddo?” you whisper to her. She snaps out of it and nods, you tell her to put her plates in the sink and slip her another cookie. 

“Go pick out a book to read before bed.” 

She leaves. The tension doesn’t. 

“‘N why was the electrician mad?” Joel bites back when you join the table again. 

“Jesus,” Tommy says, he pulls back from their staring first, running a rough hand through his hair. 

“No, why was he mad?” Joel scowls. “Was it because you forgot to confirm for the drywall?” 

“Joel,” you say, confused why he’s still letting this go on. Of course, he doesn’t look at you. 

Tommy just scoffs, avoiding everyone’s gaze while staring down at the floor. You see his shoulders puffing. 

A few more moments of unbearably tense silence. You don’t want to step in, this is obviously some stupid argument and you have no idea what you could possibly say to make it better. You’re partially scared, and halfway pissed because they’re fighting and cursing in front of Sarah — ruining the meal you spent the afternoon making. 

“‘S what I thought,” Joel announces to the table. 

Your eyes widen more if that’s possible. 

Oh, fuck. 

Tommy slams his fist on the table, standing, Joel gets to his feet too. You stand, moving around the table before any blows are actually thrown, adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

“What the hell are you guys doing?” you say, your voice is a little hushed because of Sarah. 

“I dunno,” Joel whispers, still looking at Tommy. “What are we doin’.” It's a question, but it doesn’t sound like one.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“You guys will figure it out with the electrician,” you say, hesitant, you’re not sure if that will make the situation any better, but you’re trying your best. 

“And I can take care of my own tire,” you let out a breathless laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.

Joel looks over to you at that, and his brows slightly unfurrow. 

You look at Tommy, but he looks furious. 

“Guys,” you say, looking between them, pleading with your voice. 

The clock continues counting — seemingly without the three of you — suspended, or maybe frozen in time. It feels like hours, you all stand there. You can see Joel’s hand ball into a first. Even when the chicken goes cold, and the drinks get lukewarm, they stand. You’re beginning to worry nothing you can say will fix this. Their competitive nature has always been apparent, but this is something different. Like they’re talking to each other without words, and you won’t ever be able to understand their unspoken language. 

“I’m gonna head out,” Tommy finally says, breaking first. You let out a sign, stepping back, holding a hand to your forehead. 

“Thanks for cooking. I — do you need a ride?” Tommy says, grabbing his coat. 

Fuck. It never stops, does it?

You look over at Joel for a split second when Tommy looks down to get his shoes. 

Go. 

He says with his eyes. 

You wonder how many infinite laters can be braced on his silent eyes before it all spills out and buries you alive. 

But he says it. 

Later. 

You nod, still a bit shaken up by the stalemate.  

“Okay. Let me just clean up,” you say, grabbing at some dishes. 

“I got it,” Joel cuts in, taking the dishes from your hands, nodding his head towards Tommy. 

 You mumble a quiet thanks and follow Tommy out the door. 

It's silent when you get in the car, and when you pull out onto the street. You pick at the skin on your fingernails, a nervous sweat breaks out in your palms. Tommy is tense beside you. His knuckles on the steering wheel show white. 

“I —” he huffs out a breath, already nearing your house. “‘M sorry.” 

He sounds actually genuine. And you know he’s had a shit day. 

“What was all that, Tommy?” you ask in a quiet voice. 

“I don't know.” He shakes his head, rearing your house, and pulling up, putting the car in park. 

“Work and then I —” he laughs a bit. “I fuckin’ told Joel I would take you so, I don't even know what he was —” he drops his head. 

“I don't know. I'm sorry.” 

You feel a bit bad. 

“I appreciate the offers but I can do things on my own, T. You know that,” you say, bracing a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“I know. I — I just wanted to help,” he grovels. 

“I know,” you echo, giving him a smile. 

He smiles back. 

“Haven't seen Joel that worked up in a while,” he says, shaking his head. 

“Work’s getting to him, maybe. Just like it's getting to you,” you tease, poking his shoulder. You're a bit breathless from his brainless comment about Joel. 

“Maybe. I dunno —” he huffs. “Anyways. Let me make it up to you.” 

You raise your brows at his words. 

“We'll take you out on friday? Bar?” 

Your eyes widen. 

As in — you and Joel in a bar again. Together. 

And Tommy.

“Oh, um —” your phone buzzes in your hand, Joel’s name pops up and you try to hide it quickly. “Okay. Sure.” 

“Drinks on me,” he winks, you pull off your seatbelt, giving him a fake appreciative look. 

“$1 beers, wow thank you so much, Tommy,” you say, putting a hand to your chest. 

“Shut up, you're lucky I offered,” he teases as you hop out of the truck. 

“See you,” you wave. 

“Get some sleep, babe.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Goodnight,” you say back, closing the car door and walking inside.

Your heart picks up at the thought of going back to the bar you and Joel first met. You know the brothers frequent the place. To say you were nervous was an understatement. And Joel definitely doesn’t know about Tommy’s plans yet. 

You haul yourself upstairs to your bedroom, you’re slipping on a big t-shirt from your dresser, and washing up when you hear your phone buzzing from your bed.  

Your phone buzzes again, you pull it out from under your pillow, it's Joel. 

But he's calling you. 

You freeze with the phone in your hand. 

Fuck. 

Joel has never called you. Even when he gave you his number at the bar it was him asking for you to call him. His name flashing on your screen makes you squirm. 

Joel M.

It’s the same from all those weeks ago. You never bothered to change it to his full last name — you remember when he put it in your phone and all his touches prior. You remember everything about that night. 

You don't want it to go to voicemail so you take a deep breath, and answer the call. You put the phone up to your ear hesitantly, your breath a bit shaky. 

“Hello?” 

Where are you? 

No preamble. No greeting. 

“I’m home. I just got home,” you say, breathless. 

‘Preciate you cookin’. 

“Sure,” you breathe out, you’re a bit confused why he’s calling you just to say thanks. 

He stays silent for a while. 

‘M sorry. ‘Bout dinner. 

Your long sigh crosses the line. 

“Fighting at the table. Thought you were a gentleman,” you chuckle, nervously. 

That right?

Your breath hitches. 

“Yeah.”

Not anymore?

“Not too sure anymore.” 

‘M sure I can convince you. 

“You can try.”

You can hear his silken breath echo through the call. The static pierces through the ringing in your ears. You settle on your bed, laying on your back as you desperately try to imagine what he’s doing right now. The white ceiling above you maps out his face.

He clears his throat like he’s scared of continuing down that road. 

Get home okay?

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. 

“Yes, Tommy is capable of things, you know.”

He doesn’t respond. You try to lighten the mood. 

“Said you guys are gonna take me out on Friday,” he grunts. “Make it up to me or something.” 

Is that what you want?

“Could be fun.” 

Could be.

“I haven’t been out in a while.” 

Yeah?

“Mhm. You guys are a full time job.”

When was the last time you went out?

You freeze. He knows the last time. You both know the last time you went out to the bar downtown. You’re sure of that fact, and that he hears your breath get heavy through the phone. 

You think about being indirect. Beating around the bush. Teasing. Say something snarky like you know the last time but it’s getting a bit old, and there’s no hiding things now. 

“When I met you,” you settle for. You hear his own breath through the line. 

He stays silent, obviously a bit shocked by your sudden bluntness. You try to keep it lighthearted, even though the notion is anything but. 

“Might have to go shopping if we’re goin’ out,” you laugh. 

Nah, could just wear the skirt from last time.

Jesus. 

“You remember?” you gulp. 

‘Course I do. 

 You try to laugh, but it comes out strangled. 

“Didn’t know you thought about me so much, Miller.”

I always think about you.

Jesus, fuck. 

So much for being light hearted. 

Maybe this is the later he kept telling you, but it doesn’t feel like it. To you, later, meant hey, let's talk about whatever this is, later and not, let's flirt with each other over the phone, later. You keep trying to picture him. There’s no way he’s sitting in the living room or in the kitchen with you on the phone like this. Right? 

Your fingers find the soft cotton hidden under your too-big shirt. You play with the hem of your underwear absentmindedly. 

You hear him shuffling a bit. 

“Where are you?” 

My bedroom. 

“What are you doing?” 

Sittin’ down.

“Where?” 

Jesus. 

“What?” 

What are you tryin’ to get at?

“I just wanna know what you’re doing.”

I’m — 

He hesitates for the first time all night. 

I’m on my bed. What are you doin’?

“I��m laying in bed.”

He sucks in a breath. 

“That all you’re doin’?”

There it is. The point of no return, the final tipping point, the flood gates opening, and never, ever shutting again — at least for tonight. For now, at this moment — whatever happens after this is up in the air. But you don’t think about that right now. All you can think about is how the drawl in his voice somehow compels you to sneak past the hem of your underwear.  

“Maybe. Why’d you call me?” 

Wanted to apologize. 

“That’s it?”

Maybe. 

He echoes your previous statement. You smile. The rising heat between your legs comes to a breaking point. So you bite the bullet. 

“Joel,” you say, his breaths are a bit husky. You know he can hear the small whimper in your voice. 

What do you need, angel?

“Can I? Please?”

Yes, fuck — yes. Askin’ so nicely f’me.

You let out a puff of air through stiff lips. Your fingers find your swollen clit, sinking down towards your entrance to collect the growing wetness there. You strangle out moans and something sounding like Joel’s name. 

You’re about to push two fingers inside yourself, when his voice cuts through the phone. 

Only one. 

It’s like he can read your mind. 

“Joel —” you whisper, a plea, but he cuts you off. 

C’mon be good for me, baby. 

You grovel, and your cheeks heat at how easily you comply, not really putting up any fight. You can’t. Not when he sounds like that, close to your ear, his words of praise pushing you closer to the edge as you sink your middle finger inside and gasp at the intrusion. 

Feel good? 

You can hear him shuffling, a small groan sounds from the other side of the line. You know what he’s doing, and it pushes you even further, maybe even becoming more bold. 

“Joel — need more,” you whine. You can hear him working himself. Your finger does nothing to stretch yourself out. Not when you think about the night at the bar, and how the sweet sting of his cock made you see stars. 

One more — slow. 

You groan as you slip another finger inside. The wetness from your entrance ruins your underwear, and threatens to spill out onto your bedding as well. 

You whine nonsense to him. You’re worked up, have been too distracted the last few weeks to touch yourself or seek anyone out. You didn’t even want to knowing you would see Joel the next day. He was enough to keep you going. But you’re just a woman. And you have needs. 

Feel good, baby? Tell me how it feels.

You pump your wrist faster, your orgasm nearing. You desperately rut against the palm of your hand, your shirt riding up. His words from the other side of the line spur you on further. 

“‘S good, Joel. Feels so — good.” 

Fuck, say my name again.

Your eyes open slightly at that, the plea mirroring when he had you up against the wall in the bar. His name. He always wants you to say his name. 

“Joel —” you whine. “Wish it was you.” 

I know, baby, I know. 

 “Please.” 

You know we can’t. 

“God — fuck,” you whimper to him. The mixture of your own fingers crooking just right inside you threatens to push you into a white hot orgasm. You don’t know where the next thing you say comes from. Or if you’d ever let another guy do this with you. But it feels right in the moment. And the sound of him working himself faster tells you he’s close too. 

“Can I cum? Please?” you whisper. 

You swear you can hear his hand stutter. The groan he lets out at your words is closer to a growl. 

Jesus, fuck — such an angel. You know that right?

“Joel,” you continue, too blissed out to acknowledge his praise. It shoots right down to the spot you keep working on instead. 

Not yet — know you’ll be a good girl and wait f’me. 

You do, wait for him. Your fingers slow down a fraction, staving you off your fast approaching orgasm. You can hear him work himself, the thought of him finishing into his palm makes it that much harder for you to hold off. 

Fuck baby — goddamn — 

“Joel, please?” you whine when he starts to calm down his breathing. You’re teetering right on the edge. The only thing keeping you from falling is the thought of his praise. 

Alright — fuck — let me hear you, baby.

You come hard around your fingers, biting into your lip hard in favor of screaming. Your back arches off the bed, the phone threatens to slip from your hand, you can barely hear Joel’s praise in the back of your head. It’s almost like he’s really here, whispering into your neck while you climax. 

You expect your post orgasmic haze to send you into a spiral about a certain brother and the fact that technically you just got off on the phone with your boss. But it doesn’t, you fall back into the mattress, spent. Joel’s words ring through your ears, whispering praises. 

He tells you to get some rest. 

You do. 

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2023 Anime Overview: SHY and Migi & Dali

SHY

Premise: In a world where every country has a superhero, 14 year old Teru is Japan's. Her hero name is Shy, and that's exactly what she is-- she's a bit of shrinking violet at times and deals with social anxiety, which makes the public part of being a hero a struggle for her. But with a mysterious boy going around and turning people's hearts and pain against them to make them into dark, painful threats, she and the other heroes are going to have to step things up.

SHY is very much a magical girl show with am American-style-superhero coat of paint, and that's really what draws me to the series. Powers are based on your heart and emotions, the heroes friends and loved ones have their pain and despair manifest as terrible powers when induced by an outside force and then our heroes having to reach out to these people with love and compassion...it is so magical girl core. There's even a magical battle where mother and daughter must reach out to each other!

Also very distinctly magical girl-esque is how a lot of the series is focused on Teru and her cute girl bff having yuri undertones. Said friend calling out her name even activates Teru's "heart" and her powers truly awaken. IDK Teru that's pretty gay.

It does some things that are cool to see in a superhero show- like centering female characters and featuring a disabled superhero. This Anifem article also has an interesting take on one of the fights.

It's also not overly fanservicey so far either, though Teru mentions once that her leotard is skimpier than she's comfortable with (apparently magic assigns them their clothes) which sucks, (and it highlights her rear more than I'm comfortable at times considering her age). Let her have pants! But hey, after dealing with MHA's bullshit, I'll count my blessings that it's a regular leotard.

SHY is often a little silly-- the fact that apparently every country getting a superhero ended ALL WAR somehow is so ridic it wraps around to being endearing. It's also engages in some national stereotypes --for instance the Russian superhero who is Shy's mentor whole schtick being that she's always drunk (but you see it's okay because her alcoholism is based in her childhood love for her parent and she's fine and). There's a weird moment where an adult acts like she's going to kiss a teenager as a prank, and the pacing is a little uneven.

But when it hits, it really hits, and you really root for Teru. Seeing a superheroic take on struggling with social anxiety is fun, and Teru's passion and strength shines through. I'm excited to see more of her adventures, and fortunately a second season is confirmed!

Migi & Dali

Premise: Orphaned twins Migi and Dali perform an amazing con to get adopted by a couple (who mention preferring to adopt only one child)-- they decide to pretend to be only one person, a boy named Hitori, with one of them always just out of sight as school or at home. They go to absurd levels to keep this up because they have an important goal-- their mother was murdered in this town, and they're going to do all they can to find her killer. But what mysteries does this suburban town hold?

It's hard to put Migi & Dali into words, but I'll do my best. It starts out as an utterly absurd show that plays it's "spookiness" so ridiculously that it becomes comedy (Mother's Basement compared it to the potato chip scene from Death Note, and I think that's apt, though it's very much intentional with this show). Seeing the ridiculous lengths the twins go to in order to keep up their con is amazing. Situations like them assuming their foster mother must be scalping children because they don't understand what a wig is or one twin throwing on a wig on so the other twin (who should know what he looks like because he can LOOK IN THE MIRROR) doesn't recognize him are hilarious.

But then the show also becomes a tightly plotted and genuinely tense murder mystery that is incredibly moving at times? WHAT? All while keeping up it's signature brand of goofiness and absurdity! Side characters I did not expect to care about go through great development, Migi and Dali have some great character arcs, there's some genuine commentary on abuse, the damage you can do to children by forcing perfection on them, the struggle of being a foster kid, grief and recovery and more.

There are some things to warn for--parental abuse, rape through deception (def framed as bad, but yep. that happens), general harm to children, a very uncomfortable strip search of a child that involved ass-grabbing, and the weird bits where teen characters are kidnapped and forced to dress up and act like a baby (which turns out to be very thematically important and follows an interesting arc of being played partly for comedy at first then becoming deadly serious later) and of course the murder and stuff you'd expect from a murder mystery. (There's also some stuff involving infertility I think is fraught, but I can't really get into it without spoiling).

I know that's a huge list, but the show is definitely very rewarding--entertaining and full of more incredible twists and turns that one show has any right to be. Including the greatest housekeeper of all time, i would follow her into hell.

I can't get into more without spoiling, but yes, if you can handle this weird, wild ride, you should absolutely go on it. Sano Nami was a true talent.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #migi & dali #shy anime #shy teru #teru momijiyama #fall 2023 anime #my reviews #anime overview #anime

[randomfoggytiger]

"Intriguingly Alluring"

(Dedicated to @x-files4everdd~. Merry Christmas!)

Set during the events of Humbug.

*****

This whole case, from beginning to end, was a circus.  

A little on the nose, so to speak; but it fit: he and Scully, a two person act themselves, caught up in the swirl of reformed showbusiness and love that was deeper than skin deep. His by-some-standards desirable stature loping not far behind her little feet’s tap-tap-tap code along the pavement. Both racing from cemetery to potato hole to jailhouse, captured in a thousand mirrors while the final gag played itself out. 

Staring down the RV park, Mulder was aware that dozens of eyes stared back, aware that the frustration of his reputation rippled and crackled through the crowd. Can’t escape the taint of being spooky even in a professionally strange town, the eye rolls and shoulder shrugs blatantly telegraphed. Yeah, buddy, we’ve heard this before-- a Kidney Kid? where’d he go? pique rather than the reddening faces and outraged insults of more standard establishments.

Weird was respected, here. Well, no; weird wasn’t respected so much as a neural element: it was un-weird, a place or habit or state of being that categorized the weirdos as those who cared about being weird. Everyone else was just here.   

Scully was talking to Blockhead or Blockhead was talking to Scully; but either way they were both looking Mulder’s direction, her eyebrows scrunched, scrutinizing, and his gestures animated, illustrating. Possibly even annoyed and aggrieved. 

It was chilly for a Florida morning, another unusual-usual thing about this case. There’d be another burial-- three, on top of the one they flew down for; and he knew Scully would mosey back for this one (all of them) by her contemplative expression and relaxed shoulders. She’d liked it here, liked being the bloodhound this case, liked decoding the tricks that ran laps around his mind, liked the people and the memories, liked the place. He’d fly down, too. 

Doctor Blockhead was in the truck and almost situated behind the wheel when Mulder reached the group, an energetic contrast to the slumped over companion in his passenger seat. 

“What’s the matter with your friend?” 

This magician’s verbosity was his greatest trick, Mulder knew; and he prepared for an interesting parting observation. But all magic is best performed with misdirection; and, although Mulder was pleased to see that Scully was also thrown-- that she, too, did not expect the unexpected-- he was more agitated than amazed when the silent Enigma, in general too puzzled by the world to speak, slid a python grin across and down his mouth and replied with feral languor, “Probably something I ate.” 

And the car revved on and pounced smoothly forward, pulling almost too quickly away, as if it were repelled by the very town itself. 

Even the weird and fantastic had its limits. 

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic~

#txf #fic #“Intriguingly Alluring” #xfiles #x-files #the x files #xf fanfic #S2 #Humbug #Mulder #Scully #Dr. Blockhead #the Enigma #randomfoggytiger Christmas #2023

[zstargalaxy]

lol how about eevee or hisuian zorua or even alolan vulpix with twst guys of your choice

Interesting choices! And very large range of possibility!

I will be doing one for now but i might do the rest one at a time so we'll just see ;)

Today will be the Alolan Vulpix x Pomeifiore students.

Also, if anyone is gonna request a next scenario or anything at all, pls put of what type of relationship you would like to see the boys with the Pokemon MC or any extra details you might wanna see.

For this one, it will be romantic.

TWISTED WONDERLAND x POKEMON

POMEIFIORE x Alolan Vulpix MC

👑VIL SCHOENHEIT 👑

Such grace, such beauty, such elegance...

Vil is contemplated of whether he should admire you for your unbelievable beauty or despise you for how you naturally flaunt your beauty without even knowing that you gain a fan base among NRC students and outside.

(Which included Rook)

He was taken back when the mirror assigned you for he's dorm despite you being a girl yet wasnt all that shock.

Afterall, Pomeifiore is base after the Beautiful Queen after all.

Yet he cant get that lingering jealousy that he had over you.

ESPECIELY HOW YOU TEACH THE BABY POTATO HOW TO DO A PERFECT POSTURE AND DO GOOD MANNERS WITHOUT HIM COMPLAINING!? COME ON!!

Everytime he asked Mira on he's phone on who is the most beautiful one of all, it would sometimes result in he's long time rival, Neige LeBlanche, or even YOU

He was somehow both relief and displeased at your not participatingship at the VDC event but he let it slide...for now.

He always glances at you and what you were doing (being he's usual self)

But he cant get this...weird feeling he is getting from whenever he is around you.

Especielly seeing Neige being so close to you.

He cant just stand it!!

After the whole overblot accident, Vil learns to appreciate you more and learn that you werent even aiming for he's dream that was for him alone (even though it sounds abit ridiculous)

Infact! You two started dating (after the events of Chapter 6)

Whenever you two go have an outing for your date, you both decided somewhere secluded and private to not get any of their fans on you both.

Though, obviously, Vil understands and keep their relationship a secrat to not get any prying eyes on them or a crowds of people ruining their date whenever they go out.

You even decided to bedazzle him an small uet elegant ice dance for him. Just for him.

You are definetly he's muse for inspiration.

To love.

 🏹 ROOK HUNT  🏹

Quelle beauté! merveilleux! superbe! Were among the many compliments that Rook can come up upon seeing you at first glance.

No beastman has ever caught he's eye like you had and he is head over heals at how beautiful and majestic you are.

And dont get him started when he saw your ice moves and small dance from afar.

He is enchanted!

You were kinda freaked out whenever he stalks you like a hunter aiming gor the fox's fur.

During one time, you even use powder snow on him during one of he's stalkings and Vil wasnt happy about that.

Rook was sad upon hearing you are not participating for this year's VDC event but he truly understands and let you do what you want to do.

During the training of VDC, You and Rook kinda got closer and kinda band togather when you two saw how Vil acted very strangely.

You two secrately discuss and even gave theories on Vil's attitude until the day of the competition.

Rook was right about it when Vil tried to Poison Neige with an Apple juice.

After the whole Overblot incident, you two became even closer than before.

And could you believe it? You two are togather.

Though abit creeped out by he's stalking, you slowlu came to understand that it was him showing fascination and love.

The majority of the beastman even supported your relationship!

(Though its probably because Rook is mostly putting he's attantion on you)

🍎EPEL FELMIER🍎

Amazing

Epel cant deny that the small show that you provided with your ice moves was something he had never seen before.

And when he saw you fought? Ultimate respect.

You two bonded immediately when you both want out for fresh air from the atmosphere of the Dorm that they unfortunately been assigned to.

Chatted, Joke around and even told one another about yoursalves and what you had expected from your first years in NRC.

Epel expected to be in Savannaclaw while you didnt expect to enter at all.

Yet as time flies by, you two kinda appreciate being in Pomeifiore for it had brought you two togather.

You two even became sparring partners in secrat.

You had taught him how to defence and offense during this sessions and had taught him a valuable lesson about how both of your looks can be a big disadvantage in battles.

Like how the opponent may look at you being weak and punny but you have used that as a way to suprise him and attack him.

Epel immediately falls in love with you.

And after the whole mess (Both Overblot and VDC), you two offically became a couple.

Oh yeah!

One time when Epel's family had sent him apples, you had made your famous homemade Malasadas with the apples as the filling.

When the small boy had received a letter as response from he's package of Malasadas to he's family, all it had said from he's Gram Gram is...

MARRY THAT GIRL.

{BONUS}

"The quiet falling snow from the skies!

Crystals of water.... Constantly shimmering!

Blanketing the world with their frosty Z-Power!

Together with my fiery spirit, rise up into the vast sky once again!!!

Subzero Slammer!"

You had used your z-move during Vil's Overblot.

And everyone was SHOCK!

If you hadnt explain to anyone of what creature you are or where you had origanated, anyone would may somehow mistaken it as your Unique Magic.

The amount of ice and power that they had all seen was both mesmerizing and frightening for it had easily defeated Overblot Vil all at once.

After that mess, everyone immediately came to you about your "Unique Magic"

When you explain to them about it, they didnt such an item exists in the first place until you fully told them about who you are.

About where you come from, that you are from another dimension, a different species, Pokemon, etc.

They took it all in at wonder and shook at the new information that they now have.

They all swore to keep it a secrat from any outsiders.

The Pomefiore trio pledge on that.

After all, they wouldn't want to lose their precious little fox now do they?

#twst x pokemon #anime #twisted wonderland #vulpix #alolan pokemon #twst mc #twisted wonderland x pokemon #pomefiore #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Two (Part 3)

We sit in the window of a vegan restaurant and we pick at our sweet potato and quinoa bowls while she goes on about some poetry night she was at last week. She always goes to poetry nights, she insists that she’s moved by the prose, which to me seems like endless spoken word performances about the Ballymun flats, soliloquies about the gentrification of the working class postcodes, references to things that Dubliners love, like the Poolbeg chimneys, which are… just chimneys. 

Marnie is one of those people who loves pretending that she isn’t posh. She can lament about the flats, but she’s never been in or near them. She buys bags of tobacco, skins and filters for five euros when she could easily afford to buy her cigarettes pre-rolled, and does her best to uphold the most neutral of neutral accents, so ambiguous that nobody could ever guess where she’s from. It’s only on rare occasions when she lets her guard down that her plummy, south side accent peeks through and she can’t disguise affiliation with the fee paying school she attended in Blackrock. For both primary and secondary, no less.  

I’ve been to poetry nights with her, but only once or twice, because I hate them.  She likes to sit there and make outraged sounds in the right places, pretending to be furious at the bankers, even though her dad is one and he definitely benefited directly from the housing market crash. The whole reason she’s there though, really, although she’d never admit to such shallowness, is so that she can meet weird, literary boys who go to Trinity. They seem to love her, and I can only ever sit in amazement as she brings me to their tables and watch as she wraps them around her little finger using nothing but clever words and conspiratorial little smiles. None of them are that handsome, they’re all a bit gawky, and usually after a couple of weeks of knowing her they’ll do something earnest like write a poem about her which she’ll read to me mockingly, pretending that she isn’t privately delighted by it. 

She’s not like anybody else I’ve ever met, which drives my fascination with her. She’s very interesting. She reads books about feminism, and always has high-brow, intelligent opinions about things like the patriarchy, which I am only now hearing about for the first time. And she’s very cool, and I know that she tries very hard to be cool, but it works, and when I’m around her I kind of feel like I’m cool by association. She’s got attitudes towards things that I know someone like my mam would say were “very modern”. She told me before that she used to be in an open relationship with a boy called Peter, and insists that humans were never supposed to be monogamous. But the open relationship arrangement only seemed to apply to her, as evidently Peter never went on a date with another person for the entire relationship, and they eventually split because he was jealous. Except she hadn’t said “jealous”. She’d said “Unevolved”.

“Come on, Evie.” She pesters me over our salads after my less than enthusiastic response to her invitation to yet another slam-poetry-spoken-word-whatever night. “It’s always a good laugh. I know that you have a good time, even just a small bit.”

I sigh. “I really don’t, Marnie. I’m just not that bothered about the poetry.”

“Well, if you don’t like poetry, at least come with me to flirt with a few cute guys. It would be good for you.”

I look at her doubtfully, knowing that there are never any cute boys there, only exceptionally odd looking ones wearing doc martens boots laced all the way up to their knees. “I’m not that bothered about the boys there either.” I say. “None of them are… really my type.”

She puts her hand on my wrist and looks at me worriedly. “I was actually wondering.” She says in a low voice. “Like, I’ve known you for over a month now, and we’ve been out in town so many times and met so many people and yet I’ve never seen you even flirt with a single person.”

“So what?” I say defensively. 

“So do you like boys? Girls? Neither?”

“I’m shy.” I huff. 

“I used to be shy.” She comments, and I don’t say anything to that, because I know that her definition of what shy looks like is extremely different to the kind of shy I’m living with. “I was a very quiet child, then my parents sent me to a therapist and I was alright after that.”

“You think I should go to therapy because I’m shy.”

“Oh, everyone should be in therapy, it’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and actually, this country’s relationship with mental health has historically been shameful, so we have to make extra effort to challenge our prejudices about it.” She goes off on a tangent, all while gently stroking her thumb over my wrist, and I zone out for a few moments so I can look out the window onto the windy city street. 

“So like, when’s the last time you got with someone?” She says suddenly.

I pull my hand away from her so I can rest it on my hot cheeks. She’s very good at asking direct questions in a very conversational way that are very difficult to twist your way out of, and I don’t know what to say so I grumble something incoherent. Then she pokes me in the arm. “Hey. It’s no big deal, just a simple question. How long has it been?”

I sigh. “A while.”

“What’s a while?” 

I take my fork and start stabbing at my chunks of sweet potato, my hand fisted at my cheek. “Never.” I finally admit. “You got me, okay? I still have my… virginity.”

I know as soon as the words leave my mouth that she’s going to have something grandiose to say, and she does. “Virginity doesn’t exist.” She announces. “It’s made up by men to control the sex that we do or don’t have, completely based on the obsessive patriarchal ideological rhetoric that leads to the idea that daughters belong to their fathers before they belong to their husbands.” 

“Okay.” I say. 

“So go out and have it.”

“It’s not that simple.” I say half-heartedly, already tired from years of having this exact conversation with first Kelly, then Claire, neither of whom have ever understood me, or tried to. “Everyone else already has experience, and will expect me to have experience too. Because I should have some experience by now. And when I finally do… it with someone, I’m going to disappoint them.”

“Because you’re not immediately a porn star?”

“Yes.”

“Well, there is that, and men will always have unrealistic expectations of what is physically possible…” she says unhelpfully, then stops when she sees my forlorn expression. “But you’re too in your head about it. The best way to get over it is to just do it.”

“Yeah. Great. With who though?”

“Someone, any lad will do.”

“It’s supposed to be special.” I say weakly. “Everyone says you don’t forget your first time, and if I’m going to remember it forever then I want it to be perfect.”

“People have sex sometimes, Evie. It’s not a big deal. Can you imagine the pressure of having to live up to the kinds of expectations that you have?”

I never considered the effect of my expectations. Maybe she’s right, maybe I am piling the pressure on too high for everyone involved, but I have no idea how I’m going to even begin to untangle the web that is my intimacy issues. I groan and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands in resignation. “I know I have to try. It’s not like I want to be like this, but I just feel so stuck.”

“We have to unstick you.”

“We?”

“Yes I’ve decided to help you.”

“Marnie…”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Think about it, you and I out on the pull together, chatting to men. I could definitely hook you up with someone.”

I fix her with my best warning look. “I don’t ever want you to try and set me up with anybody. I want free will and choice.” 

“I have great taste.”

She doesn’t. The last guy she hooked up with had an infected eyebrow piercing and curly mohawk in this queasy, seasick colour where it used to be blue. 

“Fine, next time we’re out, I’ll give you complete agency.” She relents. “I won’t bring anybody over to you, even if he’s an absolute babe who’s exactly your type.” Then she reaches out and touches my wrist again. “But I think this is good, Evie. It’s time to push past your anxiety, and just see who’s out there.”

“I suppose.” I say grimly, and go back to stabbing my salad. “But I’m not ready to sleep with anybody. I just want to talk, and maybe kiss someone. Maybe.”

“That’s so secondary school.” She teases. “But look, I get it. It’s probably been ages since you even kissed someone.” A pause. “If ever?”

“I’m not Drew Barrymore, I’ve been kissed.” I scoff. “Just not in a while.”

“What’s a while?”

“My debs date tried to kiss me.” I say elusively.

“Tried to? Or actually did?”

“Tried to.” I admit, and then shudder with the memory of Bootsy’s dead eyed face looming toward me on the dancefloor, mouth already open. He didn’t even have the decency to look disappointed when I rejected him either, and ten minutes later I saw him devouring Cristina the Horse Girl by the bar.

“Okay so you objectively did not have your last kiss at your debs.”

“I suppose not.” 

“So it was when?”

I feel too embarrassed to answer. Since the dawn of my love life, since my very first kiss at thirteen, I’ve never gone more than a few weeks or months without it happening. It used to be something I did just to get it out of the way, so that I could say that I’d done it, but now something has switched. I’ve had an intense aversion to it, to anybody showing interest in me. It all just seems too much, too overwhelming, something so gross and unappealing to me now that the idea of it makes me feel a little sick.

“A while ago.” I say, feeling flustered at the old memory. “It was back during the summer after fifth year.”

“So like, a good year and a half?”

“Yeah when you put it like that it sounds so sad.”

She doesn’t need to tell me that yes, in fact, she does think it’s sad, she just shakes her head in dismay. “You’re getting back on the kiss train, firstly. Let’s start there. Once you’ve broken the seal it’ll be easy. It’s just about pushing through fear.” She says it like she really knows what she’s talking about, with absolute conviction, and I kind of believe that she does. Marnie gets all the boys, all the time, even if they’re not handsome boys, she still gets them, so surely she knows a thing or two that I don’t. I find myself nodding along to what she’s saying. 

“Alright.” I say. “I’ll get back on the kissing train.”

“Amazing.” She grins. “Let’s go out tonight.”

I take a shaky breath. “Wow, that’s soon.”

“Come on, Evie, it’s never too early, just push through it.”

“Alright. But can we go to a normal bar? Not one of those Trinity pubs, please, I don’t fancy any of those academic types.”

“I feel as though you’re just making excuses.”

“I’m really not, just, please, can we go somewhere normal.”

She sighs. “You know I like the Trinity students.”

“Can you compromise?”

She rolls her eyes theatrically. “Fine. We’ll go to a bar. A boring bar full of boring people.”

“That’s more like it.”

“But as a pay off you have to kiss someone.”

“I have to?”

“Okay, like, obviously it’s really bad-out for me to pressure you, I know, but you have to try some light flirtation with at least one boy.”

“Okay.” I say to her, “I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. I promise. One boy.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

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#sims #sims 4 #ts4 #simlit #sims 4 story #sims story #writing #fiction #romance #sims 4 storytelling #sims4 storytelling #sims storytelling #lucky girl part 2

[firespirited]

Finds over the past two weeks

Ken was in a bag of electronic toys like cars and clocks placed next to the red cross textile collection bin which was broken - rubbish bags of clothes piled up gets people thinking it's some sort of drop off site - the next day the clean and mostly like-new clothes all got tossed filling 3 bins at the cemetery 500 yards away. He needs a quick boil for his cheek scar and he'll be good to rehome.

// I have a whole rant about those "red cross" collection bins (99% is bought up by refashion and exported, drowning local textile economies) but mostly i'm annoyed they have no interest with coordinating with local reduce, reuse, recycling efforts which would have just required a 5 minute drive. There are two charities and two job training places (for ex-cons and folks with resume gaps) that specialize in recycling: both for resale, crafting supplies and industrial purposes (jeans become insulation for example). It's one thing to have strict rules about items being in a set condition inside the metal bins and another to just drop any excess in the landfill when the town is working hard to reducing it. //

Someone's Weird Barbie (ok she's a clone), solo shoes and clothes were beside the bin outside my building with a large amount of blind box packaging, broken potato heads and fast food type toys. Looks like someone did a sweep of the toy box remnants after keeping all their faves. Cali Girl Blaine's top and the Benetton jacket are grail items so I was delighted. Couldn't bring myself to damage a barbie either so I might keep Weird Clone once I'm sure she won't damage other dolls.

The mini items were sorted from a bag full of playmobil, a couple of plastic pet sets and similar sized figurines (policeman etc) dropped next to an ikea flower lamp and some HP bedroom mats at some bins. I sorted and cleaned all the playmobil, 1/6th scale pet sets, the lamp and baggied it to send to the charity shop.

I've kept the shoes (I never have enough shoes for my dolls LOL) and the Star Wars mini toys (micropops - now that i've looked them up they seem to be French supermarket rewards), the rest went into the freebie drawer. Yes, I went "IS THAT a toy for dolls sized Max Reebo?!!?" like some glub shitto starwars nerd. There's a doll sized Roger the droid and a Jawa toy. Amazing. Iconic.

Two things in this life will almost always hit the kawaii spot:

Things that look like other things (stationary shaped like sweeties, bags that look like crisp packets or n95s, lipstick but it's a letter opener knife...)

Things that are miniature versions of the thing, cuteness squared if they are 1/6th or scaled to be doll sized to 1/6th dolls.

#lots of pain and annoyance this week but also some cute random finds that really cheered me up #saf #dolls #barbie #star wars micropops

[papuhater]

Nolan Crane (cause I love the way you write him) having a chat with one of police woman about recent Scarecrow attack

"For someone who looks not so scary he sure know how to put fear in people."

He takes offence to that and says that in his opinion Scarecrow costume is pretty scary

"It's a dude with suit wearing bag on his head." Ok, now he is pissed and ask how in her opinion he would look scary.

Next day she shows him her sketches where Scarecrow has more comic book accurate costume that actually works.

"I wanted to add noose to his neck but I think it would be too much. Also it would be too easy to grab him by it."

They get to meet more often to talk about what in their opinion is scary and starts having conversations.

am i scary (pretty) enough?

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!police!reader

a/n: nya nya nya nya (my friend said that when i asked for a/n ideas)

summary: [ask]

☤) jon hated cops, he despised how nosy they were, after the scarecrow incident, some of them had to go to the asylum to check on his work, with the rumors going around of him being the scarecrow.

☤) when the noisy gcpd was asking him questions, the police who were writing the notes started speaking, which jon expected due to nosiness, and he responded rather nicely in a sarcastic way.

☤) until he heard a comment that piqued his interest, it was about scarecrow. it seemed you didn't find him (the scarecrow) scary enough, and doctor crane had the urge to find out why.

☤) he found out that she was named y/n, and he became the interrogator in the interrogation, he asked why you didn't think his disguise was terrifying, and you responded with:

"doctor crane you are giving him more credit than his costume deserves, for example, remember the joker? yeah, he wears a whole purple suit, has green hair and scary clown makeup, which can be considered a costume, while scarecrow literaly threw a potato sack into his head while wearing a nice suit and called it a day."

☤) first seconds of it slowly sinking in, he was offended, he seethed on the inside at the idea of being compared to the weird murderous clown, and refuted your opinion with his, thinking that the disguise was scary enough until it hit him,

you were right, his costume was really stupid,

"so, if you had to change anything on his disguise, what would it be?"

☤) the conversation flowed from there, the awkward ambient that could have ended in an argument became a pleasant meeting, you rambled about how he could theme the suit more around scarecrows and less about a weird businessman, and how scarecrows are used for crops he could use a scythe as a physical weapon and the fear gas as mental.

☤) jon actually started liking tolerating cop visits you had to do, looking forward to his one (1) social interaction of the week he actually enjoyed, tolerated. the topics of your conversation grew and it turned more into catching up in life.

☤) and in this visit, he is waiting outside of the asylum for you and when y/n arrives he feels his day just got a bit better, but different this time you came with an excited smile, and while you both walked into his office the chatter began and the conversation fell into the scarecrow again. but instead of asking, you pulled out a notebook with a sketch and handed it to him.

☤) the second jon laid his eyes on it, he was amazed,they weren't any sketches, they were scarecrow sketches, each trace of line was giving him the image of a scarier mask with a hood and a whole outfit, not to forget the scythe, he really liked the detail you put into the sketches.

☤) it was a whole character design you did, and he couldn't separate his eyes from it, it was marvelous, the curves and lines fitted perfectly and it looked like something he could pull off. you continued to ramble about how this disguise and how it was scary and thematic.

"i would've placed a noose, but i felt i was going overboard, so i erased it."

☤) he completely changed his outfit after that  

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #batman rogues #gotham rogues #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow #batman x reader #nolan #the dark knight #the dark knight x reader

[prince-toffee]

Spoilers for Mutant Mayhem:

So, yesterday I watched TMNT Mutant Mayhem.

And yeah, it was good, it was fun. But I wouldn't say it's the best version of the TMNT or anything. The only reason why it's so popular and why the larger world is saying that 'the turtles are finally back' is because it's a theatrical movie and associated with Rogen. Also, that little tidbit kinda pisses me off, 'the turtles are finally back' wha- fu- where did they go? What the fuck are you talking about? Seth Rogan didn't revive a dead franchise or anything. TMNT has been thriving for years! The comics is excellent. The shows are phenomenal. Fuckin' we've been here! We didn't go anywhere. I imagine it's people who aren't turtle fans that are saying this. People who watched 87 as kids and then grew up and didn't stay with the franchise and saw it evolve through the years. Geewankers as we Transformers fans call them. And I think this movie is fun, it's good, but it's not God's gift to humanity or whatever. If I'd have to rank it it'd be directly in the middle of turtle media, far from the worse, far from the best.

So here's some positives:

It's gorgeous. It's beautiful. It takes the creativity of Spider-Verse and makes it it's own, with the graffiti, school desk doodles aesthetic. It's. GORGEOUS. The artistic story telling of this movie is amazing, having the humans be just as 'ugly' and isometrical and dirty and lumpy as the mutants, showcasing a sense of realness and the fact that they're just as monstrous as the mutants they fear. Not that it looks anything like that, but it reminds me of the art of Gary Frank, artist of Superman Secret Origin (highly recommend) who manages to capture the beauty in the imperfection and sometimes uglyness of humanity. All the while the turtles are portrayed as these claymation-esk cute little potatoes, and that makes you immediately endeared to them.

Some of my favourite effects have to be using scribbles as lens flares for car headlights, and for dust kicked up by car tyres. I also love the use of inbetween frames on the weapons when they're in motion, that is one of my favourite visual tropes in animation, chef's kiss, that's why the bo staff was always my favourite weapon from the 2003 series (which introduced me to the TMNT), it's always so satisfying to watch.

The pacing of this movie is fantastic. Not a boring scene in the movie.

The action is out of this world. I think we all know the scene I taking about. The 'No Diggity' scene is by far the best scene in the movie. Nothing for me can beat the Shredder fight from Rise, but this, this is second place no doubt.

All of the characters are likable and cute. I don't know if I have a stand out favourite in this film, I just like all of the boys equally. And that's another really awesome thing about this movie. It's not the Raph and Leo show, each turtle is given an equal amount of screen time. It helps that all the turtles have the same unified character arc so it all follows nicely, especially tied with April's own arc, which feeds into Splinter's arc. Nicely done.

Soundtrack is a banger.

Darker than I thought. But not too much. A nice balance. That opening scene is immaculate. The tone, Trent Rezenor's ost, the vibes are off the chart.

Now, the negatives (for me) :

None of the characters are really my favourite incarnations of the turtles. (In my opinion) It doesn't have the best Leo (2003) or the best Raph (2007) or the best Donnie (Rise) or Mikey (Rise) or April (Rise). Splinter is like the RiseSplinter but with way less going on, and way less interesting.

That romance is death. It didn't work with Donnie in 2012, it doesn't work her, it's weird and gross, and I don't want to think about it. At least it's not his step-sister.

The comedy isn't for everyone. There's so many pop-culture references it gets ridiculous. When they mentioned Mark Ruffalo I was so done with it. Also, literally every scene that the turtles are together in they will mumble over each other. Every. Scene. It was cute and fun the first two times, but it happens over and over again, drop it, get a new joke.

Splinter and the turtles have no connection to Hamato Yoshi or Oroku Saki, and they learn ninjitsu from Bruce Lee films... sure, whatever. I'm interested to see how the Shredder fits in in the sequel. By the way, great tease, it sounds like this Shredder is like a bounty hunter/mercanery, cool, sounds interesting, I'm in.

The puke girl... thing, is so Rogen it hurts. I'm not the biggest fan of his writing, I think he suffers from the dudebro disease that's been an epidemic at Hollywood for too long. But I was surprised to see that it was quite subdued in this film. 'Quite' not totally.

So, yeah, those are my thoughts on Mutant Mayhem organised in a semi-coherent 'review' If you could call it that, I suppose. So... Bye.

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #Spoilers

[orangetubor]

I'm back again!

DOMES! so- what can u tell me about the space and education domes. I'm so interested. Why are they separated based off of activity? Are all the domes in a giant ish dome? ALSO WHAT DO MARTIANS FARM. POTATOES? what kind of recreational activities are in the recreational dome?

Also what are the fatal flaws of your ocs... I love finding out about this stuff if u cant tell. Any funny (or otherwise) story that any of them would tell about another to like describe one of them? (that sounds very confusing but basically when I introduce folks that are my idiot friends, I give a memorable story that makes people go "ah, that's such a (friend name) thing" (e.g. One of my ex friends from school ate her essay out of spite - she wrote it on rice paper and wanted to spook the teacher)

And yes I've seen the whole "I think I'm attracted to you because youre the hottest person I know" so AMAZING JOB- I love ur ocs!!!

Respectfully curious,

a nerd who likes knowing lore and science (and character!!)

(I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS I'M JUST REALLY INTERESTED)

I'm gonna do the flaws first bcs it won't take as long so:

Martha: gets sad cuz she doesn't have a specific 'thing' like the rest of her friends (jenny's the tech guy, Evelyn's the animal guy) and she gets sad cuz she thinks you need a thing to work in and aspire to in order to live your life to the fullest

Tammy: doesn't think. Like at all ever. No internal dialogue nothing in that brain half the time she's just playing rock music on loop. Lights are on but no one's home except the lights aren't even on

Jenny: builds little robots and then gets existential about creating a pseudo life to fulfil one singular purpose. Continues to build little robots anyway.

Thomas: internal dialogue goes 100 miles a second and so when he has to take a second to actually think he just. Blanks. He also has awful memory due to things getting pushed so far back by unrelated tangents

Genji/James: has a mullet

Aled: catastrophises a LOT and overthinks literally everything he's just handing Thomas a hair bobble and he's like 'wait is this elasticy enough. Oh no there's a hair on it oh no. What if my hands sweaty what then-' baby girl it is a hair bobble

Georgie: previous break ups have left her feeling like she isn't interesting enough, now she has to always give her two cents or else she thinks she's forgettable

Dane: ~\_(°u°)_/~

Sahrah: given her uniqueness as a weird fucked up entirely new species she feels like her life has to be perfect so that her mother species doesn't get a bad rap, especially since her mother is the first of her kind to live in mars. Also she's really supposed to be a litter animal but she was the only one who survived to birth so she's lonely a lot of the time

Fun story: Martha says 'the first time me and Tammy met was when she needed someone to show a dead bee to. She asked me if I wanted to pet it'

And ... DOMES!;;

educational dome has the schools and colleges in it, a few corner stores for hungry students, it's not that interesting other than the fact that there are geese for some reason

Space dome is basically just space science stuff, it's got telescopes, research for crops, rockets, exploration base, it's also the original dome! The very first one built by the robots they sent here so that the researchers had somewhere to stay.

What kind of crops do martians grow? Well, any they can get there hands on, there are several small climate controlled domes used to grow different things, deserty, tropical, whatever Ireland is, and some animal domes that rotate various animals and grain, it's also home to the farm house that hosts the majority of Halloween parties. There's also the eden dome, which isn't connected to the farm fines, but to the space domes! It was home to the very first crops grown on mars. (Which, of course, included potatoes) and then if course. The big dome. The super massive one that uses my new favourite thing: AQUAPONICS!! obviously you can't feed an entire small country with just plain kabd, you need stacks! You need later upon layer of fish, water, wires, dirt, plants, synthetic sunlight, and more fish! They also synthesize a lot of meat because it's sci-fi. I can do what I want. And it's better for the air cuz farm animals produce a lot of gas

The recreational domes have shops, cinemas, various sports centres, a nice park, and also hosts lots of festivals. There's also a small 'market dome' that's connected to the residential dome so you don't have to go all that way to pick up some eggs or something. (Martha and Tammy's favourite thing to do is go roller skating at 'saturns rings' also there's a diner where the waiters are all in roller skates)

As to why they're separated, it makes it easier for me to design them in a cool way. Also the air inside is very different to the air outside, so smaller domes make it easier to manage, and keep out the sticky martian sand while building.

Martian sand is ridiculous

#martians #martha blum #tammy kubo #james kubo #genji kubo #jenny khalil #thomas khalil #aled howell #georgie blum #sahrah gamal #dane newton #oc (the c stands for carrot)

[rune-folk]

my sister sent me the instagram account of one of the most cringe inducing people i have ever seen. one of those guys who made having a beard their whole personality

basically it is an american dude, calling himself ‘modern viking’, and calling being viking a ‘lifestyle’

he is also ‘pagan’, but it is very obvious that he just replaced the chrisitian god with Odin and jesus with Thor

he has a beard and the history tv viking hair, and has videos of himself going to renfairs in machine made, cotton and inaccurate ‘viking costumes’, and doing the horrible history viking accent, which is like MILES away from the accent any scandinavian has when talking english, but i guess a danish hot-potato-in-mouth or norwegian sing-sing accent were not sexy enough

so all that is cringe already, but then he had a video on his page, talking about paganism and ‘how to become a pagan’

i have a bit of an issue with just ‘deciding to become a norse pagan’ because like.. idk, for me, as a lover of all folklore, Instarted to read the myths and sagas out of general interest and found that it made just a lot of sense to me, and a lot of stuff started to happen that confirmed it for me, so that now i am at a point where i can feel the gods and their influence. I always find it weird if people decide out of the blue to become pagan. I was a 100% convinced atheist since i was 7 years old, i did not go into norse myth with any intention of changing my believes

anyway, i digress. so he has this video, where he is like ‘oh yes read the edda, read the havamal (the havamal is in the edda, so point 2 was useless)” and then he was like ‘learn the RUNES! learn the writing of paganism” (which is first of all wrong because runes in scandinavia were even used wildly after the christianisation, with runes carved into the oldest stave churches, but again i digress) but then this guy proceeds to show bloody ELDER FUTHARK RUNES asdhahfhsa WHICH WERE USED WAAAAAYYY BEFORE THE VIKING AGE

quickly proved himself to have absolutely no idea what he was talking about

it is cool to learn the runes and try to understand them and the original texts we find on runestones and carved into houses etc, but like use bloody younger futhark, that are the correct runes if you are looking at late viking age and norse religion which is what is represented in the eddas

sorry i have no patience for people like this. he makes fun of people (other pagans and scandinavians who find his ‘modern viking’ stuff stupid), and acting as if he is the authority of defining what viking means, just because there is a football club named like it and some brands using ‘viking’ (yes he has a video where this is his reasoning)

90% of the people in the viking age were not vikings. vikings were basically pirates. there was piracy in scandinavia also well before the viking age, we have finds of them. a lot of ‘vikings’ were just settlers who wanted to have a nicer home because norway, as much as i love it, is cold and shit and the earth is frozen most of the year, like these people went to north england and thought it was the most amazing land ever, imagine how shit norway was. they were starving, that is why they went there. the raiding was part of their culture, but not a big one, like they did not call themselves viking

i could rant about that for hours. same with those christian-pagans who dont shed their christian believes and just replace stuff with norse things. Hel is not Hell, Hel is actually a nice place, and Valhalla is not the only good afterlife, but that does not go into their small brains

#myposts #runarambles #not going to tag this with any pagan tags #because i know some people on here are exactly like this #and will be massively offended #but like #seriously

[little-ars0n]

A special guest

A Kaine fic request ♡

(sfw)

Somewhere in the spiderverse...

Today is my fifth day at my new school, things are going better than I expected. An interesting girl approached me the first day I arrived, she talked a lot, but was quite friendly. It was strange, because all the extroverted people I met always tried to initiate physical contact, like putting their hand on my shoulder or putting their arm around me, but she always respected my personal space, and that left me calm. I never really liked physical contact, it made me tense, so I always kept a certain distance from other people. Today she sat with me and talked about her life like she always did. She always talked about her dad or how much she liked ice cream, she's a little strange, but I enjoy her company. "Why do you always take that with you?" She pointed to the Rubik's cube that was on my table, I always carried it with me in case I got anxious. "... It helps me focus." "I've never solved one of those... can i try?" "Oh... sure." I let her take the bucket and watched her carefully. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw how quickly she solved it, impressive! "Wow... that's amazing." "I need to buy one of these!, i bet that would keep my dad bussy. ... Nevermind, it would stress him out not being able to solve it-" I gave her a smile. My curiosity grew every day, she always talked about her father and the strange anecdotes she has with him, sometimes I feel like she omits information in her stories.

When the recess bell rang, we both went to the cafeteria and sat at a table facing each other. She took out her lunchbox and I did the same, although I grimaced a little when I saw that my mom had given me reheated noodles. It's not that I was picky, I just don't like the texture... or the smell. Although fortunately she had also left me two sandwiches. I noticed how Aracely had brought chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes and fried chicken, yet I didn't understand how she could eat so much junk food and stay in shape. I watched as she pushed the nuggets to the side while wrinkling her nose. "I don't like these... they taste weird." "... I could eat them." I couldn't help it ok?, i was hungry and I love chicken nuggets. "Oh, sure!, here." She left the nuggets for me, and I ate them happily. "Hey, i was wondering..." "Hmm?" "Would you like to go to my house to do homework?, you can stay for dinner too if you want." "Oh... i don't know..." I wasn't entirely sure whether to accept or not, I was afraid that Aracely's father would feel uncomfortable because of me. Sometimes parents don't understand my condition, or the families are very large and the noise bothers me. Doubts took control of my mind. "It's okay, you don't have to worry about my dad being mean to you or something like that, he's a good man." "Oh... well... yeah, i guess it's fine." I could tell that that made Aracely happy. I didn't understand why she enjoyed my company so much, maybe because I didn't ask as many personal questions as the rest, and you could tell that they made her uncomfortable, which seemed a little strange to me. I always felt like Aracely was hiding something, she was always very perceptive with other people, but she didn't like it when someone was perceptive with her.

That same night...

I had an argument with my mom. I always felt that she was very annoying, that she never understood me or even tried to, and that made me angry. My dad was driving to Aracely's house while I wiped the tears from my eyes. He kept telling me not to be too hard on her, but I couldn't think clearly after the hurtful things we said to each other. When he parked in front of the house, I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car without saying anything. I rang the house bell and waited, my wrist shaking slightly back and forth. Suddenly the door opened, and I slowly raised my head... damn, that man was really tall... was he Aracely's dad? "Oh... Aracely, your friend came." His voice was deep and gravelly, quite intimidating. Then Aracely looked out the door and smiled at me, opening the door a little more for me to enter. "Hi!!, come inside." I entered the house and Aracely guided me to her room. Her father simply sat on the couch watching television. "Sorry for all the disaster- you can sit here." She patted the bed a couple of times, and I took a seat on it. While Aracely was looking for her notebooks, I looked away at the television... lots of news about the Scarlet Spider. I always found it curious how New York had Spider-Man, who always seemed friendly and kind, while Scarlet Spider was really intimidating and a little scary. "Isn't he really cool?" I looked at Aracely, who was watching television with a smile. When Hummingbird appeared in action alongside the Scarlet Spider, she pointed at the screen with excitement. "Look, look!, isn't she cool?!" "She kinda is, yeah." "I know right?!" Her excitement made me smile. "I didn't knew you liked superheros that much." "Oh i LOVE superheros, and i like fights a lot!" We continued talking about superheroes for a while, until then we got to work on homework. Sometimes I felt like I was having a hard time concentrating after what happened with my mom, until I got up and asked Aracely where the bathroom was. When she gave me the instructions, I left the room while holding back tears.

I had not paid enough attention to Aracely's instructions, and I got a little lost in the house. Suddenly I bumped into someone, and when I raised my head I saw Aracely's father, who was looking at me with a serious expression. His hard gaze softened when he noticed my teary eyes, though I quickly tried to hide them. It was embarrassing. "Are you... ok?" Although I nodded my head, it was obvious that I was lying. He was silent for a few seconds, and then sighed, as if he were arguing internally with himself. "... I know i'm not the one to ask, but you wanna tell me about it?" This was... weird. Although i felt the need to talk about it. We sat on the couch, this was very strange. I had never talked about my problems with a person I didn't know at all, but I felt the need to talk about it with someone, and he was with me now. I told him the whole problem, with my voice shaking and my eyes wet. He looked at me carefully, sighed, and then looked straight ahead. "Well... i've never had a mom, and my "dad" was an asshole. But... i'm sure your mom loves you. Sometimes other people can be overwhelmed by... your own state, and that can be annoying for you, because... it's not your fault that you're like this. People are mean to you and treat you like some kind of weirdo, and sometimes you are, but you're not a bad person. And there's people that want to help you, but they also get stressed by all of that, so you have to be patient, because they still love you and want the best for you. You deserve being listened, but so do other people. Your mom doesn't hate you, she just needs you to support her, like she did when you were a little kid." I felt that not only I needed that speech, but he also needed it. He was right, I was very hard on my mom, and I said things to her that probably hurt her. "... Thanks, Mr. Parker." It turns out that Aracely's father was not as scary and intimidating as he seemed.

The next day...

I managed to talk to my mother, we both gave our points of view and finally we forgave each other. I understood that she needed support as much as I did. By then I was walking to school, always taking the path with fewer people to avoid the crowds of the city. I was distracted with my thoughts until I heard a loud explosion that alarmed the rest of the people, but made me dizzy. The sound echoed in my head, and while the rest of the people ran so that the rubble of the building did not fall on them, I had not even noticed my surroundings. When I managed to calm down enough, I looked up only to see a huge chunk of cement falling on me, but someone stopped it. "It's the Scarlet Spider!" One of the people exclaimed, while the renowned Texas superhero stopped all the debris with a huge spider web that he created over all of us. Suddenly, I could feel the anguish and panic in my body relax, as if the constant thoughts in my head were quiet for the first time. "Are you okay?" Hummingbird appeared in front of me, levitating a few inches off the ground. I looked her in the eyes and nodded a few times. She took care of dispersing everyone while the police arrived, and both the spider hero and the hooded heroine left the scene. I ran as far as I could from the place, afraid that another explosion would occur. I stopped after a few blocks, to catch my breath. I was probably late for school, but that was the least of my worries. Suddenly I heard two voices coming from a nearby alley, they were arguing. I looked out slowly and cautiously... no one will believe what I saw. The Scarlet Spider... without his mask, Aracely's father... "Ugh- i'm sick of all those psychopaths with bombs. I swear if i could-" "You can't kill them Kaine!, we're supossed to be heros!" "I'm not a hero, Aracely, besides-" They both noticed my presence, and looked at me surprised. It turns out that Aracely's father was not as boring as he seemed. "... Shit."

#kaine parker #spiderman #scarlet spider #aracely penalba #hummingbird #kaine parker fanfic

[pbandjesse]

Oh man it has been a long day! I am sad that our trip is 3/4 done but today was great. We got to do so many things! I am tired but I feel really good at the same time. I feel happy. 

Pi slept okay last night. I really liked Luca. I didn't know it was a fish boy who turns human, I thought it was the other way around. It was great though and I really enjoyed it. 

But right before I went to sleep, right after I turned off the TV I knocked the remote off the table and thankfully did not knock over my cup of water but I scared the hell out of myself and was all awake for a few minutes because I had scared myself so bad. 

But it was a really good sleep. Waking up was tough. But I knew once I had a little caffeine I would be fixed. I felt a little self conscious today. I don't know why. But I tried to put it out of my head and just enjoy the day.

We decided to split one order of eggs and potatoes and that was actually perfect. I got a soda and Jess brought her coffee from last night. And things were good. 

The bus didn't take quite as long today. It was still very weird seeing the different buses come through but not the one we needed. So strange. But once the bus came it was a quick skip to Hollywood studios. 

This was the park I had the least expectations for. And it was not my favorite day but there was a lot to really enjoy! 

For one the weather was very warm but also absolutely beautiful. When we first left the hotel it was very very cold. But by lunch we were so warm that I had to go take my tights off. I was much better after that. 

We got to hit a lot of things today. Our big goal for the morning was to rope drop the run away train. And this was so fun

 Like I didn't expect it to be as amazing as it was. It was like a 20 minute wait from the moment we got in line. And lucky us they had actually let us in the park before 830. So we got in line and got to enjoy all the decorations and people watching and then we were inside!

I liked how they did this one. We are going in a theater. Then we are seeing a little cartoon where Minnie and Micky are going on a picnic. But then Goofy is driving a train and the engine explodes! And the screen exploded! And we had to walk through the screen! It was so fun! Then once we were all the way through we got to sit in a train car and go on a run away train adventure. And while this one was a lot of screens it was very well integrated and it relied more heavily on projections onto animatronic forms. Which was way better and I really liked. 

This was a really fun ride and I really enjoyed that. 

When we got off we were like. Well that was our only planned ride. So we got to just enjoy wandering in the spaces. 

And we started with Star Wars. I am really glad we got to go over there early because it was a lot less busy then later in the day. We started in that area on Star Tours! Which is supposed to be a pleasure tour through space but that was a lie! I did love seeing all the droids and robots but once we were in our space pod, with our 3D glasses,  we were attacked. And the 3D nature of the ride with the movements made me very dizzy and that I did not enjoy at all. That's okay though. It would pass pretty quick. 

We exited through the gift shop and I saw a porg shoulder friend. I have been interested in these magnetic shoulder guys all week but hadn't found one I liked. And I really liked him. 

When I picked him up I was surprised to find that he had one leg! And I was like. Do they all have one leg? I knew that the porgs were invented out of necessity because there were so many puffins where they were filming. And I was thinking maybe because puffins could stand on one leg? But no! I picked up another and it has two legs! I just happened to immediately find the disabled one. And even though I haven't seen Star wars. I decided I had to get him.

The person at the counter tried to get me to replace him with a bipedal one but I said no. And left with my porg. Who I have named Hopscotch. 

We headed deeper into the Star wars land. And while not as shocking as Pandora was I was still very impressed. The droids, the ships, the costumes. I think it felt more real and less alien then Pandora. It's more desert so I wasn't as transformative but it felt more real. 

As we were walking through someone saw our happy birthday pins and asked if we had celebrated today yet. And we said just being here was the celebration. He asked if we wanted to go to the smugglers cantina. And I wanted to say yes. I didn't actually want a snack yet but I didn't think we would get this chance again. So we said yes and went to find the place. 

When we got there we got in right away. I loved everyone's outfits. And the droid dj playing music. We got the blue milk and cookie. Which was actually a coconut rice milk and tastes like pineapples. It was a little to sweet for us but I drank half of it. The bartenders were teasing me about eating my porg!! Everyone kept saying that. Rude! I would cover his ears. 

We would get to see the mandalorian and baby grogu. I loved seeing the build your own droids but I could not justify paying $200 for it even if I really wanted it. 

We would soon leave Star wars and headed to the Indiana Jones show. Which was super fun. Jess got us a pretzel beforehand and we shared that. I liked seeing the explosions and the storyline about how a movie is made was fun. 

This was not my favorite park but there were a lot of fun things. Like we went into a little museum about Walt Disney and we played our own game where we tried to find all the places they photoshopped the cigarette out of his hands. We even found one where they missed it. And it was really fun seeing the dioramas and sketches and things around how Disney world and land came to be. 

Something I have appreciated more and more is how there is a real separation between the IEP of Disney films and the parks. Like there are places where the films don't come into play at all! I was really surprised by that and I don't even really know why. But it's been fun to see. 

We would go to toy story land and decided to order a sandwich to share but it wouldn't be ready for pickup for an hour. So during that time we actually got a walk on to on the toy story shooting gallery game. Which was also 3D but didn't make me dizzy. I really thought that was fun and I absolutely adored all the giant toys. And taking pictures and just really being immersed. It was great. 

We would go and have our little sandwich. While Jess was waiting to pick up the food I had to be very brave and ask two ladies if we could share their table and they were super nice and let us. I had to go and get a chair from someone else but I was just really happy to sit. 

The sun was beating on us really hard core and we were very hot. This sandwich wasn't the best we've had but it was fine. We decided we would do one more thing and get a Micky ice cream bar and then head back to the room. 

We would get Jess an iced latte and that's when I realized how exhausted I was. I was desperate to take my shoes off and lay down.  

We headed to the bus. This was a longer wait then I wanted. My feet were hurting and I was to warm. But soon the bus was there and I was thrilled. 

We got back to the hotel around 2. And got cozy and fell asleep. 

Jess had thought that setting an alarm from 4 would be so much rest but by I think I only actually slept for an hour. And when we woke up we were STRUGGLING to get up. Like I wasn't sure we were going to go through with it. 

But we did. And we actually got redressed and ready pretty quickly and w we are out the door by 430. 

We stopped to get me a little soda and then to the bus stop again. And this time the bus only took a few minutes and we were the only ones to get on! A whole bus to Hollywood studios just for us. The bus driver was very sweet. And we got there in no time. 

We wandered around to see the things we missed. In and out of shops. We decided to get a little gluten free pizza to share since we had an hour before our reservation we decided to treat this as our appetizer. 

And it was pretty good! We would walk around and see the cats movie stuff. And where the rocking roller coaster is. We took pictures of the sun setting on the Hollywood tower of terror. And then as we walked towards where our restaurant reservation was we saw the Muppets 3d experience. And it has a low wait so I asked if we could go. 

Jess didn't have any feelings about the Muppets but I love them so I was really excited. And Bean bunny is a main character! I loved the show though and thought it was very fun. It was a mix of movie and real life animatronics. But the only one I was disappointed in was Bean! He was all wrong! It was crazy like he looked like a real rabbit and not himself?? All the others looked good? It was very strange. But I tried to not let it bug me because the rest of the show was so good. 

And that took us right to our reservation time. We mottered over to the Sci Fi Dine In theater. 

This was so darling. It was not what I had expected. We got to sit in the backseat of a fake car and there was a movie screen and we watched trailers for 1950's sci Fi and it was so silly and I loved it. The food was fine. And our waitress seemed exhausted. But I loved the experience. It was also a wildly quiet restaurant which was actually really nice after how loud the park was. We paid with the end of our dining gift card. 

And then we were off. The sun has gone down. And we were just people watching. During dinner Jess had looked what else there was to see and said that Tower of Terror had a low wait time. And I said I wanted to try to that. Jess said she had never been on it and it's like the one ride I have really really strong memories of. So even though she was scared she said yes. 

When we got over there it had an 75 minute wait but I said I wanted to do it. And it wasn't even a half hour in the end. The line was actually really fun and I even got to give a little Lin to a child who didn't have any at all and that made me feel good. We also saw a lizard. 

I loved that it's twilight zone themed. And  the ride was better then I remembered. It was an absolute blast. It's funny, I was scared but my brain was more able to know I wouldn't actually get hurt. So I was more excited. I was actually writing this post while in line. And paused writing to ride. And it was amazing. 

Like I still think I liked dinosaur better but this was so fucking fun. Jess screamed so loud. I am sure I did too. I planted my feet on the ground and closed my eyes during the drops and was laughing and screaming and it was so good! We got off and I was so happy and my hands were shaking and it was so fun. It has a short 13 minute wait after that but Jess said she couldn't do it. This is fair. 

We took a few minute break. And then we headed to where I am sitting now. To fantasmic the end of the night show. Pausing writing to watch that. Will return. 

We are in the line for the bus back to the hotel now. That show was excellent. Like I'm just so glad we stayed and saw that! Like I felt like the projections of movie clips was still the weakest part, but the actors (both face and fur) and the pyrotechnics were so outrageously good I was just thrilled. It was so fun and even though we had to leave the park with 10,000 other people it wasn't terrible. We made it out and even stopped to use the bathrooms. And once that happened we were just a hop skip and a jump to the bus. Which is letting us on now. 

We will be going to sleep ASAP. Because tomorrow is our last park day. We going going to the OG. We are going to Magic Kingdom. This is going to be our finale and I'm really looking forward to a good day. 

I hope you all get rested and feel good tomorrow too. Sleep well everyone. Wish us luck! 

[vacantgodling]

It Blursday!! 🖤💜

WE’RE TAKING THE SQUADDIES TO EISENGARD!

You don’t have to fill all the roles, and they don’t all have to be from the same WIP, but who’s:

the Ring-bearer, entrusted with carrying the One Ring (bonus: funniest instance they use it to nope right out of reality)

the “Sam”, armed with a frying pan and a wizard of potatoes

Sean Bean, who dies in every movie — falls victim to their own hubris

totally crushing on Arwen and has a really cool sword

AND MY AXE

AND MY GLOCK BOW

Merry and Pippin the “package deal”, very concerned about missing second breakfast

the dude with a sick staff and a concerning amount of explosives, may or may not be an actual wizard

— @outpost51

THRJRJRJR THIS IS FUNNY AS FUCK I LOVE IT also this works so good for tcol bc one of its inspos is very obviously lotr LMAO

The Ring Bearer: it was a toss up for this one between deux and karenza but i’m gonna go karenza for this; she is definitely not someone that is easily corruptible and she’s more resilient than people think because she’s a bit ditzy. she’s amazing in a pinch and can hold her own and her amazing medical knowledge would definitely help on the long journey. the funniest reason she would use the ring is ABSOLUTELY to spy on kiba and eryn because they love to skirt around each other and she’s their number one shipper. i suppose in this weird universe karenza has been living in rivendell with them for some reason? lmao?? funniest reason for escape purposes is because she doesn’t want to do chores 💀

“I can’t carry the ring but I can carry you!”: since it was a toss up for ring bearer i think deux would be best in this spot. she’s strong as fuck literally the physical strongest of the main 5 mcs cuz of her heavy armor and big ass shield she can absolutely carry karenza lmao. also; she’s so much like sam. hearty, strong, good natured, the real hero of the story 🌚 and absolutely has everyone around hers best interest at heart. she’d crush it.

Hubris is strong so down u fall: best in this spot would be deux’s brother dion. this would be a really great juxtaposition if deux was the ring bearer which is another reason i REALLY considered it however i think karenza just works better. therefore, dion is definitely someone who has good intentions (for the most part canon not really but in this lotr bastardization yes!!) but he bites off more than he could chew.

Sword Dad: it’s kiba. for SOOOOOO MANY REASONS. firstly the fact that both of them (aragorn & kiba) are in line for the throne but don’t want it, they’re both powerful and resourceful but are humble and are more concerned with protecting others and being there for them. the only difference i’d say is that kiba is more outwardly jubilant instead of broody; and instead of being with arwen-character and cutting it off bc “she should be with her people” it’s more i’ve been pining over eryn for years and i can’t fucking get a grip (that’s canon also LMAO). he also wields a sword. another good candidate for this would be keevan — however i think kiba being in line for the throne definitely wins out in how close he fits the role.

MY AXE: piper. she wields an axe, she’s competitive, she will kick everyone’s ass she’ll kick her own ass.

MY BOW: forte. clearly. best fucking archer in canon lmao. also forte as an elf *bites lip*

Package Deal: now technically these two are NOTHING LIKE merry and pippin and they aren’t traditional best friends, they’re dating but moira and jagoda are my go to because they’re like… the only characters deadass attached at the hip do not separate. if i were to go closer to merry & pippin’s dynamic, then cameron and miona could be a good fit—the slightly more responsible cameron who wants people to take her seriously would be merry and more lackidaisy miona would be pippin. so either works? it depends on how much of a comedy we’re trying to make this LMAO. so overall cameron and miona might be better but they’re not as attached at the hip as moira and jagoda sO yAKnoW

questionable guardian wizard: if miona and cameron are merry and pippin the jihi would absolutely have to be gandalf. mysterious powerful guy that knows a lot and causes problems on purpose is definitely HIM.

thank you so much for this ask this was amazingly funny to think about LMAO

#s: tcol #and i wanna talk more about these ocs i love them all so much

[zadrkinkmeme23]

Weekly Update Aug 20

Hey all! It's that time again 💚

What a week! We've gotten 7 more amazing prompts and we already have a completed fic. I'll detail all of those down below the read more. If you'd like to paroose the prompts or submit one yourself, you can check out our AO3 challenge page right here.

And click here if you'd like more info on the kink meme itself.

Thank you guys so much for participating and sharing this around, it's been amazing thus far. But! Onto the real meat and potatoes:

The newest prompts and fills! If you'd like to check out last week's update, you can right here.

Well start with this week's newest fic:

You, And Me, And Keef (EXPLICIT, no archive warnings apply) zadr, zakr, Masturbation, Obliviousness, Jealousy, Unrequited Crush, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Dates, Zim learned everything about dating from watching old sitcoms and now thinks he's a pro, Car Sex, Only not really cause it's all in Dib's wild imagination, Stalking

After finding out that Zim has asked Keef of all people out on a date, Dib decides to tail them in order to figure out just what Zim's diabolical scheme is.

AKA - Dib's jealous, and has a wank about it.

And now, onto the latest prompts. Just like last week, these are SHORTENED SUMMARIES of the prompts. The titles and tags will remain as submitted (with some additional tags if required). Check the AO3 collection page for the full prompt & relevant DNWs if you're interested in filling one:

(Author’s Choice): Dib/Zim, Werewolf Sex, Knotting, Accidental Knotting, Dubious Consent, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rape/Non-Con, NSFW

Dib is a werewolf, or becomes a werewolf, and shenanigans ensue.

ZaDr/ZaDe Messy Divorce hookup: Dib/Zim, Past Relationship(s), Post-Divorce, Complicated Relationships, Ex Sex, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, NSFW

Give me a messy post-divorce hookup between these two disasters.

weird alien biology headcannon with feelings: Dib/Zim, Making Out, Fluff, Getting Together, Canon-Typical Violence

messy make out session with null!zim. would like some fluff :]

ABO Alpha/Alpha zadr: Dib/Zim, Public Sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Switching, Dubious Consent, Claiming, Alpha/Alpha Relationship, NSFW

alphas aren't supposed to claim each other but Zim and Dib just can't seem to help themselves...

Dib Gets Fucked: Dib/Zim, Top Zim, Canon-Typical Violence, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-Con, NSFW

I just wanna see a good piece of fic where Zim fucks the shit out of Dib (dubcon or noncon).

Top Zim/Bottom Dib: Dib/Zim, Intersex Zim, NSFW

Zim using his own slick as lubricant to fuck Dib

Jealous Zim: Dib/Zim, Jealousy, Pre-Relationship, College/University, Interns & Internships, Zim is Bad at Feelings, Frenemies Dib & Zim, Dib is So Done

Zim is jealous of Dib's new internship partner & how much time the two are spending together.

And that's it for this week! Thanks for reading this far, let's keep these wonderful prompts and claims rolling in, and have a great weekend :3

#zadrkmeme #zadr #kink meme #prompt meme #18+ only

[cock-holliday]

Get to know you better

Got tagged by @the-spooky-alien

Thanks for the tag!

Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Favourite time of year: From mid-October through December, for sure. I love fall weather, enjoy the spooky season, I like snow, I love all the food-oriented holidays of the season. It’s a cozy time of year.

Comfort food: Potatoes in all its forms. Mashed, baked, fries. One of my all-time favorite meals is shepherds pie, but any combo of meat and potatoes tickles my fancy.

Do you collect something?: I’m not sure if this quite counts but movies/shows. If I like something I have to have a physical copy of it, so I have so many box sets of shows and movies, and it’s a lot. I guess I also technically collect stupid baseball hats. I have so many caps with terrible or weird or funny things on them. I also tend to make it a habit to get a hat from something. Rafted a river? Get a hat for it. Went to a campground? Get a hat for it. Joined an org? Get a hat for it. Same situation with mugs. I can’t pass up stupid mugs to commemorate the dumbest things.

Favourite drink: Sweet tea, probably, although I also drink entirely too much Coke and coffee. My favorite boozy drink is an old fashioned.

Favourite Song: Oh man I have absolutely no idea. I have favorite songs for too many things and none are similar to each other. My favorite to listen to on the bus isn’t the same as my favorite to listen to when doing housework or the same as my multiple different favorites when writing (depending on what I’m writing) or the same as what I like to scream-sing along to

Current Favourite Song: Probably “The Way” by Enthic, Calin, URBAN--or at least that’s the song most frequently stuck in my head lately.

Favourite Fic: I tried to narrow down and logged into my FF account and there’s fics liked dating back to 2008 so I’ll pick some AO3 faves from the last few years:

A bunch of EssayOfThoughts’ Critical Role fics, particularly the Ripley’s Assistant works; BruisesPristine’s Person of Interest College AU collection. I don’t really like college AU’s normally but the summary sounded interesting and it turned out to be amazing; @katia-dreamer‘s Perc’ahlia drabbles on here; and several X-files pieces by OnlyTheInevitable, in particular the rollercoaster of Times Colliding, which I am starving for an update on.

Tagging @maybe-its-beyond-words @swinging-stars-from-satellites @clustertrash @my-killerbunnies @katia-dreamer gonna tag you again here too, @ant-diary @maurafreakinisles @nonbinaryfantasytrashbabe @fox-mulder-gets-pegged

No one has to do it, and anyone not tagged who wants to do this feel free--I’m tagging you too

#tag game

[nebulaofthorns]

TWST Incorrect Quotes (Ft my OCs)

(Jade: I feel like doing something stupid.

Raven: I’m stupid, do me.)

(Azul : I feel so burnt out.

Jade: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Azul : Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Jade: Well not if you’re expecting it.)

(Riddle: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Lucinda, Maryam, & Azul : Okay.

Riddle: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Lucinda: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Maryam: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Azul : Bold of you to assume I can die.)

(Lapin, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Chen'ya: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Chen'ya:

Chen'ya: It's perfume.)

(Sierra: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Maryam: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

Sierra: Okay yeah thanks Maryam, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?)

(Raven: I am in charge of this disaster!

Floyd: I have a name, you know.)

(Floyd: This totally sucks, man.

Jade: This is horrible.

Floyd: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Jade: No, it’s not that, it’s Raven.

Jade: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!)

(Floyd: *nudges Raven at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Raven? Wake up, Raven! Listen! They're sexless!

Raven: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.)

(Floyd: Isn’t a bit dangerous?

Lucinda: Floyd, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Floyd: ...

Lucinda: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Floyd: ...

Lucinda: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.)

(Maryam: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??

Sierra: So fuck oxygen, I guess.)

(Floyd, when Jade walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Floyd: *accidentally smacks Azul in the face with the baking sheet*)

(Maryam: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Eric:

Maryam: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Eric: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.)

(Lapin: When's the last time you slept?

Raven: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Lapin: A few- how many?!

Raven: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Lapin: What you need is sleep!)

(Adrian: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Eric: This is a McDonald's drive thru.)

(Adrian: You shouldn't be using a straw.

Lucinda: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff.

Adrian: Yeah, but I mean... it's a weird way to eat spaghetti.)

(Maryam: Dom or sub?

Sierra: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.)

(Raven: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Lapin, used to Raven being dumb: Sure...

Raven: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Lapin: Okay?

Raven: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Lapin:

Raven: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Lapin: Jesus, that one is a little-

Sierra, interested: No, no, Raven, keep going)

(Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Floyd, with Chen'ya and Maryam behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Floyd: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Floyd: Lapin FUCKING FELL OFF!)

(*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*

Leona: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?

Maryam: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.

Jade: What about Lucinda? Nobody ever suspects Lucinda!

Lucinda: Well what about Raven? They have a gun!

Raven: Leona has a knife.

Leona: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Jade in the arm*)

(Jade: I can never give Maryam shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Jade: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”)

(Maryam: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?

Leona: Your life?

Maryam: I- well yes, but-)

(Lucinda: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Lucinda lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!)

(Jade: Why are your tongues purple?

Raven: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Floyd: I had a red one.

Jade: oh.

Jade:

Jade: OH.

Azul :

Azul : You drank eachothers slushies?)

(Floyd: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That's why I own TEN guns. Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.)

(Eric: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Jade: Spiders?

Eric: Spiders it is then.

Jade: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*)

(*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Adrian: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Eric: Five second rule!

Chen'ya: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Lucinda: *Sobs on the floor*)

#incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland #nsft oc #slice of life #realistically all these idiots would probably kill each other