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inevitableinfinity · 2 months

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a silly oikage date(?) | 700 words | originally posted here

“It’s not a date,” Tooru huffs to Iwaizumi. Because it’s not. He and Tobio just so happen to be going to the same event (the Elephants match) and since Kindaichi had also just so happened to ask them at the same time, their seats are next to each other’s. It’s not like any of this was planned.

“If it’s not a date, why are you asking me what you should wear?”

“Because the match is going to be televised, not because I care what stupid Tobio thinks about my outfit.”

His friend gives him a long look before saying, “Sure.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

“It’s not a date!” he hisses to Shouyou who calls while Tobio’s in the restroom.

“You’re having dinner with him right now!”

Him and Tobio agreeing to meet up for a quick, casual meal before the game means nothing. And they only agreed to then head over to the sports center from there together because it’s convenient. “You two eat dinner together all the time.”

Shouyou scoffs. “Right, because we’re friends. What’s your reason?”

“...It just happened.”

His friend laughs. “Like how you two have happened to watch every single one of each other’s matches for the past decade? And how you happened to save his curry commercial to your phone? And how you—”

Tooru ends the call. There’s no use in arguing with delusional people.

“It’s not a date,” he grumbles at his social media accounts which are flooded with the breaking news that known rivals Oikawa and Kageyama are currently attending a volleyball match together. (“Weird place for a date, but it makes sense for those idiots,” says one post that Tooru has the sneaking suspicion is from Makki’s burner account.)

Social media loves to take the smallest detail and create a whole narrative so he knows he shouldn’t pay the rumors any mind. So long as he isn’t seen with Tobio in public ever again—which should be easy—things will blow over in a matter of time.

Before he closes the app, though, he catches sight of a photo someone managed to capture of them. He doesn’t understand what people are making such a fuss about. They’re both leaning in to talk to each other, shoulders barely touching, expressions a little softer than he remembers them being.

So what?

It’s not a date, he thinks to himself when he spots Tobio across the bar during the Elephants’ post-match celebration, talking to one of the players. Something white hot and unpleasant jolts through his body at the sight. Anyone with half a brain (so, anyone here other than Kageyama Tobio) can tell that the other guy is flirting—heavily.

Really, how can Tobio be so dense? The wing spiker is smiling down at him, tilting his head as if the bar is too loud (it’s not) and he needs to stand that close in order to hear Tobio.

The man places a hand on Tobio’s shoulder and Tooru’s legs start moving toward them before his brain can even process what’s happening.

“Excuse me, I need to steal my date for a moment,” he says, flashing a charming smile at the wing spiker and gracefully removing the hand from Tobio’s shoulder so he can drag the other setter away.

“Uh, Oikawa-san? Is this a date?” Tobio asks once they’re outside.

Tooru scoffs, letting go of Tobio’s hand even though he doesn’t actually want to. “No, of course not. I was just rescuing a clueless idiot from an awkward situation. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Oh.”

He doesn’t know if he’s imagining the disappointment in Tobio’s voice, but it prompts him to add, “Though, hypothetically, if you asked me on one, I might consider it.”

Tobio blinks. “Oh. Okay. Will you go on a date with me, Oikawa-san?”

A smirk tugs on Tooru’s lips. “I’ll think about it.” Tobio gives him an unimpressed look and Tooru hmphs. “You’re no fun. Fine. One date. Sheesh.”

Nodding, Tobio says, “Okay. Let’s go.” But instead of heading back into the bar, Tobio starts to walk away.

“Excuse me? Where are you going?”

“We are going on a date,” Tobio calls over his shoulder, his own smirk visible even in the dim light.

Tooru rolls his eyes as he catches up to Tobio. So annoying. He’s going to regret agreeing to this.

(Probably.)

#they're so silly #you can always tell when I'm writing “oikawa tooru is in denial” by the amount of italics used #this was posted on twt for valentine's day but I'm terrible at crossposting #haikyuu #oikage #my writing #originally posted on twitter

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coraniaid · 9 months

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Bad Eggs regularly shows up close to the top of lists of the worst episodes the show ever aired, and has done so pretty consistently for a very long time.

To cite just a handful of examples:

it’s currently the fourth worst episode on IMDB by user rating

it was ranked eleventh worst in this 2023 list from Rolling Stone

it was ranked as the single worst episode on this list from Paste Magazine in the same year (quote: “there’s literally nothing good about this episode”)

it was ranked ninth worst on this 2017 list from Vox

it was ranked second worst on this 2013 list from BuzzFeed

So obviously quite a lot of people really don’t like it.

And I’ve never really understood why that is. In my view, Bad Eggs is … basically fine? A bit boring, sure. A bit inconsequential in the grander scheme of the season. A bit awkwardly written in places, with some clunky dialogue and some plotting choices that could have done with a rewrite or three. Underwhelming. But, yes, basically fine.

The worst episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer are so very much worse than this. I wish I lived in a reality where this was the worst episode of the show.

During this rewatch alone I’ve already sat through at least two episodes that are significantly, qualitatively worse than Bad Eggs, as well as four or five episodes where I suspect you could make the case either way. And before this season is over I will have watched two more episodes that are definitely worse, too. Off the top of my head, there are at least two worse episodes next season too. And at least two more in every season after that. In fact, I’m pretty sure I could name a couple of dozen worse episodes than this one without much trouble.

But yeah, it’s not great.

(And yet somehow I'm not finished talking about it.)

Beyond the obvious bit of foreshadowing (“sex can have negative consequences!” a teacher reminds a health class that Buffy’s unfortunately absent from, one episode before Buffy is destined to discover for herself that sex can indeed have negative consequences), the thing that I always remember about this episode is the way that same health class teacher – whose name is Mr Whitmore, we’ll learn later – explains how the egg-raising project he’s setting his students will work.

“You will split into parenting teams. You and your partner will share equally in the daily task of raising your egg. Now, please choose a partner.”

Note the words in bold. The kids will be raising their eggs in partnerships. Let’s make a note of this for future reference. It seems to be important!

Well, it is. Sort of. Until it isn’t.

You see, the episode sets things up like this for exactly two reasons.

The first is to have Xander and Cordelia very deliberately not partner up, showing us that … oh, look, sorry, I can’t pretend to take the Xander/Cordelia subplot seriously and I won’t even try. It’s just very silly. They both have very weird and conflicting feelings about their nascent relationship for reasons that boil down to this: it simply doesn’t make any sense. Let’s move on.

The second and, I think, primary reason for the partnership set-up is so that Buffy can find out she wasn’t assigned a partner of her own (there are an odd number of students in the class). On finding this out, Buffy laments that she is now “a single mother … doomed to live my mother’s life”.

In fact, the episode is so keen for Buffy to reach this conclusion that she initially assumes she has been assigned a partner. Even before anybody tells her the assignment was structured that way. Even though Buffy wasn’t in class to be told about it, and even though her only reaction on being shown the egg in question was befuddlement.

Buffy is presented with the egg, assumes it must be some sort of “fairly abstract” punishment, and on being told that she has to take care of it immediately realizes that this is the sort of hard work that can only be done by a team of two. “My partner ... who did I get?” she asks hopefully. Well, okay, I guess. Maybe that’s how Mr Whitmore sets up all his assignments.

In any case, we know that these are the only two reasons the egg assignment is described this way, because after Buffy expresses her horror at the prospect of becoming a single mother, the concept of the egg raising being done with a partner is never mentioned again.

Not only is it not raised again, a moment’s thought shows it is completely at odds with the actual plot of the episode.

The rest of Bad Eggs proceeds exactly as if each of the students has sole custody of their eggs. We see the eggs hatch at night, and strange creatures climb out to possesses the students taking care of them. What happens to the other student in the partnership, the one who didn’t take the egg home that night? What does Xander’s partner think about the fact he boiled their shared egg? Are they in on the scheme? What do they think about the fact he named it “Xander Junior”? We don’t know, because we don’t know who Xander’s partner is and we will never find out. We never see his egg partner, or Willow’s, or Cordelia’s. They do not exist. They will never exist. For the episode to work, they cannot have existed.

And why would Mr Whitmore, presumably already possessed by sinister egg creatures at this point, want to limit the distribution of eggs like this? Doesn’t he want to possess as many students as possible? Just give them all individual eggs! We know that there are plenty more of them to go around, because later in this episode we see lots of other people get possessed by the egg creatures – Giles, Joyce and Jonathan to name just a few – people who very clearly were not in the original health class.

No, I’m pretty sure that the only reason the script pretends that the eggs are being raised in partnerships at the start is so that Buffy can worry about becoming her mother. Something that she has never expressed any concern about before, something the episode never even pretends to comes back to, and something that Buffy herself won’t worry about again for another seventy-one episodes (and then only in vastly different circumstances).

And “how deeply scary is that?” is asked as a rhetorical question, but I’m going with … “not very?”. We see Buffy fight monsters every night; we’ve seen her mourn friends; we’ve seen her drown and die. Surely being a single mother isn’t quite so scary compared to all of that? Especially when, again, Buffy hasn’t ever shown any signs of thinking her mom is unlucky to be a single mother. Just last episode it was a plot point that Buffy wasn’t happy about her mother meeting somebody new! Buffy clearly doesn’t think her life would be better if her mother was seeing somebody, so why does she think her mother’s life is so terrible as it is?

What does Buffy’s little speech in the library mean? What are we supposed to take away from it? Why did the script go to all that trouble of setting it up?

But just to ask the question is to put more thought into the substance and meaning of this episode than I think anybody involved in writing it did.

In an interview a few years ago, Marti Noxon (who wrote not just this episode but also most of What’s My Line?, as well as next week’s Surprise and two further episodes this season alone) described the pace of writing episodes for the show as “bananas”. In that interview she also suggested that sometimes episodes had to be written in as little as four days, generally without much support or involvement from the rest of the writing team, but noted that “sometimes that results in really good writing”.

Maybe sometimes it does. I will say that I think that two of Noxon’s episodes this season are genuinely very good, to say nothing of future episodes she’ll write like Consequences and The Prom and Forever. But sometimes it results in … well, Bad Eggs. Not even close to the worst episode ever, despite the fandom consensus, but certainly not something worth thinking too hard about either.

Or as the script has Xander say, in what could easily be meta commentary on the episode itself:

“It says nothing. It means nothing. This whole egg experiment is completely pointless.”

#btvs #buffy rewatch 2023 #it’s kind of weird that every single one of those lists is so egregiously wrong about what the actual worst episode of Buffy is #but perhaps we will make it to that episode ... eventually

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hyenahunt · 1 year

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Obbligato: The Devotion to Tatsumi Kazehaya - 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, three years ago

Characters: Jun, Tatsumi

Proofreading: 310mc + Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & Peace

Tatsumi: Haha. If I'm able to bring even a hint of a smile to your face, then I'll consider being an idol a true blessing.

Content Warning!

Contains casual mention of suicide.

Time: Three years ago. One month after the entrance ceremony.

Location: Reimei Academy's "Labour Camp”

Jun: Yaaawn~...♪

(Welp, it's the start of yet another god-awful day...)

(Nothing's improved at all since the entrance ceremony. It's just day after day of serving these damn Special Students. Fuck this shit.)

(Isn't Reimei Academy supposed to be a school for training idols? I still haven't done a single thing you'd expect an idol to do here yet.)

(Well, I guess that kinda thing's one of those almighty Specials' privileges, huh?)

(At this rate, I’m starting to think I was practicing better before I even enrolled here. I’ve been practicing in secret, yeah, but I’ve still got my limits.)

(I'm always so worn out from washing those Specials' clothes and making their meals that by the time I get back to the Labour Camp, I'm asleep on my feet.)

Jun: (All the same, I've been pushing myself to practice on my own, but it really just feels like I'm taking a pointless detour… Actually, it’s more of a total waste of time than a detour.)

(But well, I did hear that in hardcore powerhouse baseball schools, newbies aren't allowed to even touch the ball for their whole first year.)

(Who knows, maybe this is the idol version of that, but — )

(It still pisses me off...! Ugh, can't the Specials all get into some kinda accident and just drop dead already?)

Tatsumi: Good morning. ♪

Jun: Woah... Oh, mornin', Kazehaya-senpai.

You've totally settled yourself into the Labour Camp, haven't ya? I honestly figured you would've thrown in the towel and gotten the hell out way sooner.

Tatsumi: As they say, once you clear your mind of worldly thoughts, even fire will feel cool. If you look around the world, there are plenty of people much worse off than those who live here.

Comparatively, a blessed person such as myself has no right to complain at all, don't you think?

Jun: Is that how it is? For that matter, why're you bumming around here at the very bottom of the barrel when you could be kicking back enjoying the privileged life of a Special Student?

I'm uh, wait, how d'you say it... My, um, deepest apologies for asking this again and again.

Tatsumi: You needn't worry over formalities, Jun-san. It doesn't matter how you speak to me, so long as you're able to convey yourself the way you wish.

Jun: Yeah, right. This place is practically full of assholes waiting to jump you the second you say a single word wrong.

Tatsumi: Is that so? Haha, I learn so much by speaking with you.

Jun: (What a weird guy... For real, what's up with him?)

(Rumour has it that he appealed to the school to have his Special Student title revoked, but they rejected it so they're having a lil' dispute right now.)

(Wonder if he’s tryin’ that 'cause he doesn't get along that well with the other Specials or something?)

(But then again, whenever I see Kazehaya-senpai around school, it always seems like he's on good terms with both Specials and Non-Specials alike.)

(Reimei Academy may have a thoroughly-enforced hierarchy but this guy's the only "exception" to it.)

(I seriously wonder what his whole deal is~... I'm not really interested in other idols, let alone idol students fresh off the boat, so I didn't know about it, but...)

(After looking into it, I discovered that Kazehaya-senpai's already debuted as a Special Student idol, and he seems to be crazy popular.)

(Even though Yumenosaki currently has the most influence over the industry, it’s barely producing results — and he took the opportunity to grab his own fan base. Last year, he especially thrived by attracting the attention of audiences that love young male idols.)

('Course, CosPro's other idols are all doing great, thanks to the selfless devotion of us Non-Specials.)

(But even among them, this person stands right out.)

(But instead of letting it all get to his head, here he is hanging out with us at the very back of the pack, sitting in the Labour Camp as he drinks homemade tea.)

Tatsumi: ...? Would you like some tea as well, Jun-san?

Jun: I'll have some. I still feel worn to the bone no matter how much I sleep lately, so I'd like something to wake me up a lil'~...

Tatsumi: You sound like an exhausted middle-aged man, Jun-san. Don't forget, you still have plenty of years ahead of you.

Jun: Right back atcha. Ahh, this tea tastes great. It's stuff like this that makes up the rare moments of joy I get to experience at Reimei, for real.

Tatsumi: Haha. If I'm able to bring even a hint of a smile to your face, then I'll consider being an idol a true blessing.

Still, you really do seem far too tired...

If you're unable to take your mind off of things, then it's possible you have some symptoms of depression. Before your thoughts become too much and overwhelm you, you should vent them out to someone.

I don't mind lending an ear, if you don't mind me listening.

Jun: I’m all good, I swear. You say this to everyone no matter who it is, don'tcha?

'Cause of that, we get crowds of poorly-lookin' folks comin' to the Labour Camp everyday, telling you woes of their ailments...

It's got me starting to think this place's looking more like a hospital or a church.

Tatsumi: My apologies, I hadn't meant to cause such a disturbance. I've asked them not to come here as much as possible, but they still do...

The rules are strict on those who aren't Special Students, and so we'll certainly be reprimanded if this area becomes something of a hangout spot. Our teachers and other staff won't like it.

Jun: Well, it's fine, isn't it? Everyone needs some kinda place to escape to.

You sit down all these tormented Non-Specials right before they think to end their suffering and send themselves off to actual Heaven, and hold 'em back from acting on it.

Even though all I do is live next to this, just the thought of it makes me feel like I'm a part of something noble — and you know what? Somehow, I'm grateful for it.

✦✦✦✦✦

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #s: obbligato #jun sazanami #tatsumi kazehaya #hyenahunttl

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twisted-tales-told · 30 days

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hi honey - maple harvest and amber!

Hi Linds!!! ILY!!

This ask game

First of all when I saw this I melted at honey because pet names make me die inside (in a good way)

Second of all, the second time I saw this I spent a full minute scanning the ask game for “honey”

Maple— a hobby you’ve always wanted to try but never have

I need to learn how to make clothing. I have a friend who knows how now & I need to absorb the skills second hand (Jackie if u see this I m looking at you)

What fictional character do you most identify with

James Potter. I am a James Potter girlie to the end of my DAYS. I don’t even care if I don’t seem like him. He’s mine.

Amber — share an unpopular opinion you have

I feel like I have a lot but also idk if they’re unpopular or if I just have good friends

TO PREFACE I AM ANTI-CENSORSHIP write what you want but that doesn’t mean I have to like it!! And I will be talking about things I Hate below this. Obviously not like. Directly at people because as said im anti-censorship

1. Snape is way way way wAYY more interesting to me that BCJ and I also like snape more than I like Barty. Like just because JKR was weird about him liking Lily doesn’t mean we have to keep that & you even that out a bit and you’ve got a VERY interesting character right there.

2. Regulus Black is NOT a slutty snarky dead inside sugar baby and it makes me ANGRY when people write him this way. I get livid about the current dominant characterization for Regulus SO MUCH. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all and tbh it’s 90% of why I left the fandom. Like truly it makes me so angry seeing him depicted this way. I have deep rage about it. This boy is a wet cat. In sophs words he is PRICKLY not PLUCKY. In Nats words he is SOGGY and a FREAK and a LOSER. He would not have friends in middle school. He is constantly living in the shadow of his cool older brother and wants to be like him and fails to recognize what is special about being himself.

Like James falling in love with him is entirely just James looking at the scraggliest most pathetic cat living in the woods behind his house and saying “yeah that’s mine”

And also regulus is mean to James because he’s scared of people leaving him not because Mean is one of his core character traits. Mean is nobody’s core character trait there’s always something behind the meanness and I rlly rlly hate when he Literally Bullies James. Like that’s not nice. I don’t like reading that personally it makes my chest hurt & not in a cute way.

ALSO the sugar baby trope doesn’t work when they’re both rich. That just doesn’t make sense. Regulus has more money than James and the only reason I think it’s written this way is—and same with Wolfstar—is because of heteronormative stereotypes. Which like if that’s what you want to be doing then fine okay go for it. I do hate it but if you care about my opinion then that rlly says more abt u & it is in fact a you problem.

3. I also have deep rage about the hc of James potter having BPD. I have seen it scrolling in the ao3 tags a couple times & like power to you ig but My neurodivergence that knows about psychology gets REAL mad about it because factually you’re just incorrect. Like BPD develops under very specific circumstances and I get really annoyed when that isn’t taken into account!!

You wanna talk BPD let’s talk Sirius Black, I am down to have that conversation.

But James Fleamont Potter does not have a single precursor to developing this personality disorder and it just gets to me. It gets to me okay? That’s my whole reasoning it just gets to me I hate when the psychology of a fic doesn’t make sense as to who the characters are at their core. In my head. So.

4. Learning to multi ship saves lives and if you’re not down for it at least a little bit then I do quietly think you’re gonna become one of those people who’s one day gonna be so close minded you’ll have the solutions to all ur problems appear on a plate in front of you and you’ll just be like “nah I’d have to leave my comfort zone”

5. Non fandom related…fun fact leaving your confort zone is a necessary part of life & you have to be willing to do so in order to learn, grow, and unlearn prejudice. So. Important skill to learn. Might as well start with ships.

ANYWAYS THIS GOT SO LONG

TL;DR: regulus characterizations in most fics rn make me ill, James potter deserves better than yall & so do i (not speaking of my beautiful lovely mutuals esp you Linds I am so sorry for unloading this on ur ask)

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cazperx-x · 2 years

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From across the room Robin Buckley x fem!reader Part two

Background: this takes place after season 4 (well what’s out currently anyway) and Vecna has been defeated. y/n is currently close friends with Robin and the others, when suddenly a new plague takes over the town. Teenagers and children around Hawkins have been in mysterious comas which turn their pupils and the whites in their eyes black, no one knows the cause.

Additional notes: Part two! Tysm for all the likes and everything I've been getting with my hc post and part one for this! You can find part one here

Warnings: fem!reader, but they/them pronouns are used and no explicit mentions of the reader being female. Uhhh thats it really

Reminder! My requests are open, I do Robin Buckley mainly, but I can also do Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson :)

“ Steve! Steve, we have a major, major problem!” Robin was screaming, her voice cracking. “ Y/n, are you in there? Please just hold on for me, just for a little while.” She whispered.

How the hell am I back in middle school? You wonder as the day drags on. But the better question was, why this day in particular? You sigh, and suddenly the class is over. But as you get up to leave, something doesn’t feel right. “ Y/n! What are you doing out of your seat?” The teacher calls. You look around, and suddenly everyone is back in their seats. “ Well? What do you want, a prize? Go sit down or else.” The teacher scolds.

Back at your seat, you take a closer look at this Robin. She looks the same, but different. Less freckles, longer hair, shorter. You smile and chuckle to yourself. “ I can feel you watching me.” Robin whispers. “ You might’ve finished this assignment already but I'm no genius. Not saying you are a genius. I-I mean not saying you’re not a genius. Well now not saying you’re not not a genius it's just that-” You laugh and shake your head. “ Sorry I have this thing where I ramble around girls I like- l-like to envy. Sorry I worded that really weirdly. “ She says, looking around, obviously nervous, her face red as a tomato. “ Its fine,” You start to say, before the teacher cuts you off. “ Buckley! L/n! You didn’t come to my class to talk. Do I need to cut both your grades in half?” Now your face is a tomato. “ N-no ma’am!” You stutter out, before staring down at your paper. Great first day.

“ Oh shit oh shit oh shit! ” Steve was practically screaming. " It's like one minute they were here just fine and speaking and then they collapsed. It was when we got to the weird pond.” Robin replied, tears streaming down her face. “ It’s like what y/n said about Nancy, right?” Mike said, walking back and forth. “ Yeah.” Robin whispered.

The bell rings and, like before, you try to leave. But this time when you get up, everything turns dark. There are particles in the air, just like how Robin described the upside down. “ Shit.” You whisper. You try to leave the room but the door won’t budge. “ Shit shit shitttt.” You mutter. You look around the room, but there's only one person. Robin. But she isn’t like your Robin. Or this new Robin. This one is different. Her skin looks withered, old and her eyes look dim and distant.” R-robin?” You whisper, your voice trembling. There was no response. Suddenly the floor starts cracking, breaking underneath your feet. You look down, horrified, unable to move. “ Robin..?” You whisper

“ H-hey um Steve? Mike? Dustin? C-can I have a minute alone with them?” Robin asks, her voice trembling.” Yeah, yeah.” Steve sighs. Dustin and Mike take the hint and leave with Steve. “ Y/n? Y/n? I-I don’t know if you can hear me, but I really hope you can.” She chuckled. “ Remember middle school? First period, Mrs. McKinny’s class. You sat next to me. And my first thought when you sat down was ‘ Wow, this amazing, beautiful, smart person is sitting next to me. What are the odds.’” She smiled, and a single teardrop fell on your cheek.

“ Robin?!” You scream. You can hear her. Warm tears start falling down your cheeks. The floor is still cracking, still opening up underneath you.

“ A-and remember when we were given silent assignments and I was staring at you the entire time, a-and I did that stupid thing where I ramble on and on while im with the girls I like- and I tried to save it with envy and you laughed- god I fell in love with you that day y/n. A-and then I didn’t talk to you the rest of middle school, I didn’t talk to you until you started hanging out with Steve and Nancy and everyone, and I tried to forget about my feelings because I convinced myself that being one of your friends was the closest we were ever going to get.” Robin was close to full on sobbing now. But you could still hear her.

“ R-robin! Robin please please please!” You were screaming, shouting until your throat hurt. But the floor kept opening. The hole was inching closer and closer to you.

“ Please, y/n. I need you here with me.”

Suddenly a hole opened up on the other side of the room, a portal out of this place. “ Robin.” You whispered. You take a deep breath, and get as close to the wall as you can. It's now or never you tell yourself. “ Robin. I have to get back to her.” You whisper.

“I-I love you, Y/n. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was a coward and stopped talking to you, I'm sorry if there was anything I could've done to save you that I didn't.” Robin was sobbing now.

The floor was cracking and opening up even more now. You run forwards, and take a leap of faith.

Your eyes open, and you find yourself gasping for air. “ Baby? Y/n? Y/n?! A-are you with me?” It was Robin. Your Robin. “R-Robin.” You stutter out. “ Yes! Yes it's me, it's me baby. Baby.. can I call you that? I-I don't know if you heard what I said but I'm sorry because I know don't even think of me like that and-” Robin keeps rambling on but you're not even listening anymore. You smile and notice there are mere inches between you and Robin's lips. You cup her face in your hands and kiss her, softly, gently.

It takes a minute for Robin to realize what’s happening, but soon enough she kisses you back. “ You just- I just- we just-” Robin stammers once you separate. “ I heard everything you said, Robin. And yes, you can call me baby.” You say with a smile.

Finally, everything is alright

At least for a little while

#robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin stranger things #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4

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princelythirsts · 7 months

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Are you still answering the f/o crossover thing? 👉👈 if so

F/o is Lucille Sharpe from crimson peak, S/I is Ianthe (undisclosed last name)

Relationship dynamic: rocky start, as Ianthe was a high society friend of Ediths from America. Things improve(? Kinda of) when they travel to England on their way to visit family in Europe, and offer to hire workers to repair Allerdale hall. They end up getting snowed in and things turn out differently than the movie lol

Occupation: s/I is a painter from a wealthy family (that's actually a crossover with another self ship universe lol) and Lucille is unemployed because women weren't expected to work in the same way

In short, s/I also has a dark secret related to their families wealth, so when they discover Lucille and Thomas's murder thing, they kind just shrug. The incest was weird, but again. Family secrets, I guess.

(Also Edith and Thomas are happy and in love in my ship-verse. With the company of S/I, she learns that she isn't 'losing' Thomas to her and while they don't exactly get her explicit blessing, she's more comfortable accepting Edith as family)

From @vampyrolesbos

YEA I’m still taking these! I just take a long time to answer them bc I tend to overthink them 😅 I haven’t seen the film in a while

I love this turn of events, and I’m sure Edith and Thomas are glad for it too. Lucille especially for getting someone sweet who looks past some of her… past choices.

This is a fun one to put in the Harlots verse due to all the juicy relationships - I think there was a lot more pressure for upper class women to marry in the Georgian era, so people might find it odd that Lucille would stay single and have an artist in her employ after a fateful winter.

Then again, their family is pretty isolated, so people might not hear about it, or care enough to gossip. I can see Ianthe taking wealthy clients for portraits.

I think most likely I could see their paths crossing if Phemie and Charles wanted a portrait and ended up spending some time with the artist and their … very generous patron. Who they live with and want to spend the rest of their life with.

There’s also the option of them all meeting on a fancy holiday to France or something.

Phemie would leap for the chance to connect with them - he is a noble too, it’s only natural they’d get along!

… There’s also the very delicious parallel between Phemie and Lucille as people who claim nobility (or even are nobility) but have to pretend to not be broke as hell. Phemie copes by getting a rich boyfriend, at least. I don’t know if it would ever be revealed - ie their double lives when it comes to wealth / reputation - but Lucille might not take kindly to Phemie’s advice to just get a sugar daddy, of course.

I typically have Phemie as a Connection since Charles is Social, sure, but less so, and very sheltered. I think Phemie and Ianthe would both be used to mixing with people across class lines in a way that Charles and Lucille wouldn’t. (Courtesans 🤝 Artists)

I am intrigued about the dark secret with Ianthe’s wealth, I’d like to see how it could factor in here!

Charles isn’t exactly hiding where his wealth is from, but if they’re meeting in another country where he’s not well known (and is currently trying to change for the better), he might not advertise exactly what his business is.

So they’re all very posh rich people with dark secrets who appreciate art! I’m not sure what 1700s tourism was like in Europe but they could go to operas and art galleries together, maybe share some gossip on the way

Tell me about your selfship and I’ll tell you what it would be like if our ships interacted in a crossover / AU!

#thirsty ramblings #vampyrolesbos #proship selfship #selfship ask Game #others’ ships #THANK u in advance for your patience I am slow as hell #phemie posting

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luverofralts · 1 year

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Arkhelios University

“The horns are certainly a look. I don’t see them often these days.”

Ulyssa sighed, sinking against the back of the couch in her childhood bedroom. This had been her only chance to escape the palace and the endless amount of people eager to tell her how to live her life since Maura took the throne. If she couldn’t teleport to somewhere quiet and remote, Ulyssa had no idea of how she’d cope. At least in Arkhelios, the weird culty vibe and exceptionally high murder rate kept those who might follow her at bay. Salem’s original scheme of sending Arkhelios citizens out to marry rich and bring new recruits back to Arkhelios hadn’t worked out exactly as he’d hoped. Sure, Arkhelios had grown since Ulyssa left as a teenager, but not enough that paparazzi bothered to camp out on the Durant lawn to get a glimpse of the queen consort. The few who had tried were scared away by the family of lawyers and some tricks Roman had been working on.

The demon hybrid had been elusive since his wedding in Twikkii Island and Ulyssa had to travel home just to get him to sit down with her. He looked anxious, more than she’d probably ever seen him in recent years.

“I’m a demon, it’s time I embrace it and just live my life. I might keep the horns every day; they’re my inheritance.”

“A demon? Really? You? You’re being ridiculous,” Ulyssa scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Theo’s stronger than you’ll ever be and you know it. Trust me, people don’t look at you and see ‘demon’, they see a deluded narcissist instead.”

“Do you think Abe and I are going to last? Really last and not some weird stalemate like my parents had. We’re good together...right?”

It was a nice distraction from her own problems to focus on whatever Roman was currently brooding about. It had been two months since Roman had married Abe and neither man appeared to be able to settle into a honeymoon period of their relationship. Roman was tense and unusually quiet when she saw him, while Abe appeared anxious and distracted. Had Roman not reluctantly informed her of the arrangement they had made with the demon sovereign, she would probably assume that Abe was cheating on him again.

“You’re not going to find anyone else to obsess over like you do with Abe,” she assured him. “You two are practically joined together as it is now. And when you’re connected again, the two of you can have your weird little arguments in your head, and stop bothering the rest of the world with your drama.”

When Roman didn’t laugh at her remark, Ulyssa tried another approach.

“You were obsessed with being connected to him before. It’ll be the same as before, maybe even better. I’m sure the sovereign would step in if something goes wrong. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry,” Roman sighed. “You have bigger problems than I do, and here I am complaining about my own life. How is the race to produce an heir? Any progress?”

Ulyssa felt her muscles tense at the reminder of her most pressing source of stress.

“Not yet. We’ve both taken every potion I gave Jorah, and seen doctors from every corner of the islands. It’s too early to worry about not getting pregnant for a normal situation, but we need this to happen soon. Your girls need this. I can’t stand the thought of one of them having to deal with the shadow of the throne looming over them as they grow up should something happen to Maura and me.”

“They did rule out any demonic influence in The Incident, right?” Roman’s voice wavered as he spoke, betraying his fear. “This...this wasn’t my mother killing her way to getting a grandchild on the throne? I mean, it sounds crazy, but with everything that’s happened, I have to wonder if-”

“Hey. This isn’t your mother planning some scheme.” Ulyssa grabbed Roman, forcing him to look her in the eye as she spoke. “It may surprise you, but every single thing in the universe doesn’t revolve around you. Kamalani’s probably never even been to the islands, and she’s never seemed interested in human power struggles before. It’s not your fault that people died that day. It’s also not your fault that Adrian died, no matter what you tell yourself. You and Abe are going to have a good life stuck together and Maura and I are going to have cute little heirs running around that we protect with our lives. Just focus on getting ready for your new baby and think of all the times you’ve bitched at me about not knowing what Abe is thinking. You’ll never have to worry about that again.”

We haven’t ruled out any scenario, but it can’t be Kamalani. There’s no way this was done by Kamalani...right? Great, now I’m becoming as paranoid as Roman.

“Do you think I’ll be different after it happens?” Roman asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do Abe and I...change? I’ve seen what Theo can do with his practice subjects and I...I don’t know if I want to live like that. To be like that. I don’t think I have a choice though. I love Abe, but what happens if he cheats on me again? Do I have to feel those feelings as he’s having them? Do we keep our personalities or do we become more robotic than Ironman is these days? Did you know that the sovereign isn’t even married in a contract like this? They’re married by Pleasantview law only. What am I walking into if the leader of demons won’t even be held to it? And Halloween is tomorrow. Tomorrow. Just one day left to live, so I may as well start looking like a demon like I-”

The impulse to move was quicker than lightning, pure instinct sending orders to her limbs that she barely noticed. Within seconds, she had silenced Roman’s panic in a way she hadn’t since they were sixteen.

It was odd kissing Roman again after all this time. Kissing Maura was soft and gentle and perfect. It had been years since she’d kissed a man with stubble and a firm jawline like Roman’s. As much as she’d like to deny it, there was still that spark of attraction hiding inside of her, fanning the embers of passion into roaring flames when she felt Roman kiss her back.

What the hell am I doing?

Ulyssa tried in vain to push Roman away, but her body was no longer responding to her commands. While he seemed surprised, Roman didn’t immediately pull away from her either. He wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her closer to him, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing second. She mirrored his reaction as her one hand roamed across his chest while the other gripped firmly on the horn closest to her. She’d always wanted to touch a demon horn and wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. .

It’s just a kiss. We’re just beyond stressed and it’s just a kiss.

The last thing Ulyssa wanted to do was cheat on her wife or dream of running away from her problems with the local bad boy. That would be what her mother would do, and Ulyssa had no intention of following in her mother’s footsteps. This kiss she couldn’t break away from was just a stress release for the both of them. A moment of insanity to help them cope with their messy lives and nothing more.Still....

Ulyssa slid her hand down his neck, stopping with confusion when her hands passed over an unfamiliar patch of raised skin. Neither one of them made an attempt to move past kissing, but her hand had brushed against something and her mind became immediately fixated on what was hidden beneath Roman’s shirt.

“We did it.”

Jorah stared in awe at the pregnancy tests on the table. They were positive, both of them.

“We’re both pregnant,” Valerian breathed, hardly daring to trust what he was seeing before him. “We’re going to be parents, Jorah. I’m going to be a dad.”

“Two babies. At least two of them, that is,” Jorah mused. “I mean, with all those potions we took, maybe one of us is carrying twins. Or both of us. Just think about it! We could might need to repurpose Ulyssa’s room to fit them all.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” Valerian laughed, still staring at the test in front of him. “We know we have the two, let’s work from there.”

Somehow Ulyssa pried herself away from the oddly familiar comfort of Roman’s lips long enough to glance at what her fingers had run over.

A scar! Shit, that’s his scar from his mother shooting him years ago. Something that only happened because he refused to let go of Abe. As scared as he is about the future, he’s never wavered from his obsession over Abe. He almost died for the man and we’re both married! I’m just like my mother! What am I doing?

“We’re having babies!”

The loud noise echoing down the hall startled the two ex-lovers apart from each other in an instant. The last thing Ulyssa needed was the judgement of her already irritable baby brother accidentally walking in on a situation she couldn’t explain.

“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, backing as far from Roman as she could manage without bumping into the couch. “I don’t know what came over me, I’ve just been so stressed and you were there and-”

“Forget about it,” Roman replied curtly, pulling his shirt collar up higher to hide the skin Ulyssa had exposed. “This never happened. You’ve been drowning in love potions and fertility spells and stress. It was an accident, that’s all.”

“Right. That’s true. Very true. That makes sense.”

As the two friends awkwardly traded excuses, a spirit watched over them from behind the bed, looking extremely displeased at what she saw.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Ulyssa Durant #Roman Bellamy #Jorah Durant #sim: valerian Goddart #Malika Bellamy

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one-winged-dreams · 2 years

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ship: twinkle twinkle little star source: dead space words: 2907 cw: horror, violence, gore, vomit, suggestive language, ask to tag

Sometimes they just come back wrong.

Happy Halloween.

With a gasp, two last breaths turn into a first.

The engineer looks at the man dressed in a patient gown again, always coming back wearing the thing no matter how many times he changes out of it. His eyes are wild, frantic. A few seconds ago and an unknowable amount of time in the future, he's dead.

Isaac's heaving breaths are a testament to his own death, he is not any less affected by this unforgiving loop.

They're both immobile save for the tremors, staring at each other wordlessly. One of them isn't blinking, but the other doesn't notice.

Finally, Isaac reaches out with a trembling hand, and as it makes contact with Adri's shoulder, it's like a vacuum is sealed, gravity returning. They're both blinking now.

"Alright?" he asks, giving the other man a gentle shake.

Adri's lips move and he produces nothing more than a few guttural sounds before nodding his head.

"Talk to me, Adri. Words," Isaac presses gently, and his hand comes to cradle Adri's face. His thumb sweeps some blood from his bottom lip, but the pressure springs up more of it like a well. Sometimes the returns are rough, he probably accidentally bit down on himself.

Adri's eyes drift around for a moment, his lips press firmly together and a coppery taste blossoms against his tongue.

"I... Issssaac. Isaac," he manages to conjure words and fix his gaze firmly on the engineer at the same time.

Isaac pauses briefly before nodding and patting the side of his face, "Good... Good. Do you want to go now?" he's rising to his feet as he asks, and he extends a hand out to the man still sitting on the floor.

Adri blinks a few times before his eyelids lower, and he nods again, "Of course."

Isaac helps him to his feet, but he doesn't not notice the tone as particularly strange. But it doesn't matter. He comes back weird sometimes.

As many times as they've done this, they still haven't made a single step forward as far as stopping their hellish repetition of death and misery. Maybe they just needed to survive. For however long they don't know, they never live long enough to find out.

It's maddening.

They always start out in the medical deck. It's where they first met each other, presumably sealing their fates together. Or so they hypothesize.

"We'll try the engineering deck again."

Truthfully, it doesn't matter where they go. They always circle back to the same places. How many times have they done this? Have they explored every single option? It's a big ship, there are plenty of clues to uncover. Eventually, they'll find what it is they need to get out. Or maybe survive long enough to be rescued. Whatever it is that breaks the cycle.

It's the hope that keeps them sane.

A bond developed in such a twisted fashion, if they are only so close to each other because of the unending trauma they share, it doesn't matter. They have each other, they're not alone, and the love goes unquestioned. They've been through so much together, when it ends they won't be able to forget. When it ends, they'll stay together forever, but not because of a lack of choice. When it ends, when it ends, when it ends.

They're just above the mining deck, but not without having fought for their lives on the way. They're always coated in blood and sweat, heaving breaths and racing hearts an intimate mockery of explicit exchanges between lovers. The passionate things that people do when they're in love. It's raw and primal all the same. They shamefully concede to their own internal feelings and memories of having experienced both together in this living nightmare.

As they attend to their present situation, Isaac doesn't give outward notice of his current thoughts. He has been considering Adri's demeanor as they traverse and come to a prognosis of sorts; unbothered. He reacts when abruptly startled, but otherwise, it's as if this is mundane for him - totally normal. Maybe it's the shock, the last reset was particularly violent, and Adri is prone to shutting down sometimes.

"Gonna stasis the door, Isaac?"

Adri's voice brings the engineer out of his thoughts, and when he looks at the other man, his suspicions are only confirmed further upon seeing that casual expression. Good humored, even, at the comment.

He looks at the rapidly opening and re-opening door, shaking his head. This isn't the time to get distracted.

"Yeah, sorry," he responds, and with the activation of his module, the erratic mechanics are slowed nearly to a standstill.

Adri offers a smile and a pat on the shoulder as he walks past the engineer. Isaac watches his back as the other walks through the door. Strange, without a doubt.

He comes to his own senses in a second, jogging forward to catch up, "Hey, stay behind me."

Adri turns around to face him, and his hands clasp behind his back. The additional smile turns this display into a playful walk far away from here, in some well-groomed park or something akin to it.

"You were being slow, so I went ahead. Not like we know where we're going anyway. Don't you think, Isaac?" a tilt of the head and the smile widens, "Don't you think it doesn't matter at all?"

Isaac had been reaching out for his shoulder before he spoke, and now he's freezing, "What... Are you talking about?"

Adri brings a hand up as if to stifle an amused chuckle in his throat and then returns it behind his back.

"We're. Gonna. Die," as Adri leans forward, each syllable raises in pitch, a playful lilt that evaporates in Isaac's ears. He can't comprehend what's happening, and before he can so much as retract his hand, the other man turns back around and begins to walk forward again. He's left standing there, struck by the exchange.

"Aren't you coming, Isaac?" the voice echoes through the machinery, and the engineer snaps himself out of his stupor and runs to catch up.

Eventually, he does, and Adri turns his head slightly to look at him. His smile isn't as wide, but it's still pleasant. Unnervingly so.

"You're so weird this time, Isaac. Are you losing it?" he sounds so casual, and affection drips from his lips, but his words are so unsettling.

"Adri, stop it," Isaac starts, fighting tremors as dread creeps up his spine, "You need to be CAREFUL."

Adri lets out an amused snort and shakes his head, "I told you already, we're gonna die. What's up with you, you're acting soooo weird."

Isaac swallows a lump in his throat and steps forward, "I'm not- Adri, get ahold of yourself, please. If we're careful maybe this time-"

The air is filled with loud clanging and the telling screams of necromorphs. But Adri only arches an eyebrow and makes a strange face.

"What? I can't hear you."

Isaac's body is going through a full panic response now, his head is whipping around in a wild attempt to locate the source of the ungodly noises. It's futile, there's never any telling. Instead, he decides to focus on what's in front of him.

"Adri, come ON, we have to GO," he waves his hand in a frantic gesture for the other man to come over to him.

But it doesn't matter, and the story goes on and on. One of the nightmarish creatures tears through the floor in front of the one not fortunate enough to have been wearing a mining suit and pays the price for it with flesh and blood.

The tally for impalement gets one more tick, already rocketing above the other options. Lower abdomen, just above the pelvic area. Not especially common, a bit creative method-wise.

An agonized gasp is appropriate, along with the widening of the eyes as Adri stumbles and falls forward. A choke and a wheeze proceeds a contrastingly inappropriate and enlightened type of "Ohhhh."

"ADRI!" Isaac's instinctive shout isn't even fast enough to beat the timing of the bolts of plasma fired at the necromorph.

An upper limb is severed, sloppy, not nearly enough to stop the creature from moving the scythe-like appendage already inside. And so upward it travels, ripping at muscle tissue and viscera alike with a sickening wet tearing sound. Such force that even lifts Adri's feet from the ground remains caught in a particularly tough area before gravity assists the upward slicing motion and his feet touch the floor again.

Blood is spilling freely on the floor from the gaping wound and also down Adri's chin. He's vomiting from the pain, but the only thing that can come up is more blood.

This scene lasts only long enough to be etched into Isaac's psyche before he finds himself practically tackling the intertwined pair, firing at the necromorph's vital parts from a near point-blank range. He doesn't have the breath to scream, it's all stuck inside.

By the time the entire plasma cutter clip is emptied, the thing is in a heap on the ground. He's still holding onto Adri, the stench of blood and carnage enough to make him choke.

"God, Adri, fuck! Goddammit, I told you to be careful! Fuck, I-!" Isaac trails off with frustrated half-sobs.

Adri's not saying anything, but he's standing on his own. It takes a moment for Isaac to notice this, as well as a vocalization of "Owwww."

His head jerks up, and he straightens himself, "Adri? Adri, are you-"

"This really hurts, Isaac. I'm gonna die, Isaac, it hurts so much," there's a slight hiss, but Adri sounds otherwise... casual.

"No, please, stop it. Maybe we can- FUCK, I don't know!" Isaac reaches up and smacks the palm of his hand against the front of his helmet. Frustrated.

"Ohhh no. I'm gonna die, Isaac. Not all alone, though, don't want THAT," Adri's tone is so casual it's ominous. A little inconvenienced, but that only makes it more unsettling.

"Adri, please, just-"

"Not by myself!" Adri chirps, and Isaac feels pain blossom in his side.

The engineer grunts out in pain and jerks, then the unmistakable feeling of a foreign object implanted in him surfaces from the pain.

"What-" he looks down, and Adri is smiling, albeit painfully, up at him. The necromorph assailant's scythe-appending is still protruding from the gushing wound, but now it's inside him as well.

The fear that the thing is still alive comes to mind, but his eyes travel to the severed end. Nothing. The only thing forcing it into him is...

Isaac is suddenly filled with the strength to stumble back, grunting as blood spurts from the wound. He puts a hand to the hole to suppress the bleeding and takes a few steps back before looking up at Adri again.

"Look at me, Isaac. I'm dying, Isaac. I'm gonna die, isn't that so funny?"

Isaac watches as Adri stumbles. He nearly falls over but catches himself, and then he turns around.

The engineer nearly retches as he looks at the sharp object sticking out of the gaping wound. There's so much blood, how is he even still standing?

"I told you, Isaac. I totally told you. I'm dying, I'm gonna die again," Adri smiles, and Isaac thinks back to the vision of the park again.

He reaches for the appendage, and Isaac tries to hold his hand out and protest, but it gets pulled out anyway. It's slow, and it makes the most disgusting suction sound. Adri only winces a few times, but then it's out.

"Got it, got it~!" he calls out playfully, and as he gives the appendage a little shake, a section of his unraveling intestines falls from the giant wound.

This time Isaac DOES retch, and Adri takes a step forward.

"I'm dying, Isaac, I'm DYING, Isaac! I'm gonna die, do you still love me? Are you gonna love me the next time? Do I still look cute like this?" step by step, Adri moves forward, and Isaac can't help himself from backing away. "I'm still cute right? Do you love me when I'm bloody, did you fall in love with me because I bleed so much?"

Isaac is choking back sobs again, holding out his hand in protest and shaking his head. "What are you talking about?" he asks in a panic. It's a fear reflex, he doesn't actually expect an answer.

"We keep dying, Isaac. We won't stop dying, that's why we love each other, right? You like me when I'm dying, you think it's cute. And me too, I think you're so cute when you bleed, when you DIE," Adri was practically swooning as his fingers flexed around the sharp object in his hand, "It's in my head, everyone says we looks so cute when we die. That's why I wanna die WITH you, Isaac. I don't want to die alone, you love me, right? You won't let me die all by myself?"

"STOP IT! ADRI, STOP IT, PLEASE!" Isaac is pleading, it doesn't even register that it doesn't matter. They ARE both going to die, this time was fucked from the start. Another loop where one of them came back TOO wrong.

Suddenly, there's something solid against his back, and he freezes. He can't back away anymore, and he's in too much shock to think about moving anywhere else. He's working purely on panic alone.

"Isaac! Don't let me die by myself, you're so mean to me!" Adri is upset now and is close enough to swing the sharp necromorph appendage in a manner that slices through the unarmored space in Isaac's mining suit.

Isaac hadn't registered the reality that Adri is trying to actively hurt him, and the sting of the cut finally makes him aware of this. He grits his teeth and watches as Adri raises his hand to take another swing before finally letting himself try to run.

The decision is painful, and so is the thought of just leaving Adri alone to die, but not as painful as the stab that his hesitation affords him. A second of it had been enough to feel the sharpness of necromorph bone in his back, and suddenly he's on the ground.

He coughs, wheezing and crawling forward before he twists, laying on his back to look up at the man whose hand is dripping blood to match the rest of himself.

"Adri..." he chokes, weakly lifting a hand.

"Oh, Isaac," Adri coos, looking down on him for just a moment before he drops to straddle him. He looks pleased now, affectionate even. He leans forward to touch the side of Isaac's helmet and smears blood across it for good measure. This forward motion is the opportune time for more lengths of ropey intestine to spill out onto Isaac's chest, and he chokes back the urge to vomit.

"I was right, you DO look really cute when you're dying. We match now, we both look our best, don't we?" Adri smiles and squints. "We could have sex like this. Fuck until we die?" the following chuckle turns into a violent coughing and retching session, blood vomit spilling out all over the lower half of Isaac's helmet and across his throat. Isaac's blood turns to ice, and his head is reeling at the horror of it all. It's disgusting, it's fucked up. Why does it always have to be like this? Why is it always some new way to traumatize them?

But Adri is smiling, weaker, softer.

"Ah, I don't think we have enough time for that. I'm gonna... gonna go really soon... This really hurts, you know. It hurts so much... But. Anyway," Adri lifts his hand, the bone appendage held so tightly that his fingers are bleeding. Isaac is too weak to sob, resigned to his fate. It doesn't matter anymore, this was botched from the start.

Adri smiles at him again. "Ready, Isaac? I love you. I love you... so-" his arm drops and the sharp object rattles across the ground. Another retching session and his other hand comes up to his mouth, blood vomit spewing through his fingers in a manner that sprays through the air as much as it spills downward.

"So..."

Isaac feels the thud of Adri's body fall against his chest. There's a disturbing gurgling noise uncomfortably close to his ear. Adri doesn't wear a RIG, so Isaac doesn't know for sure, but...

"... Adri?"

No response.

Weakly, Isaac's hand comes up to shake his shoulder. Nothing.

In place of what would have been the telltale screech of a RIG flatline, Isaac's scream of anguish and frustration echoes through the machinery. He shouts, he curses, he slams his fists against the floor.

He's feeling cold now, bleeding from his side and back has taken more out of him than the shock adrenaline had let on. He's tired. He's so fucking tired.

And now, he's reaching for his side. His fingers find purchase on the plasma cutter, and no sooner than he holds it against his throat does the empty air fill with the sound of a bolt and the RIG flatline that had been absent prior.

With a gasp, two last breaths turn into a first.

They're both looking at each other, wordlessly, eyes wide as their bodies are wracked with tremors.

Fear sweat is diluted with tears, and they both speak.

"I'm so sorry."

#flashing tw #gore tw #vomit tw #suggestive #self ship #self shipping #virus fics #twinkle twinkle little star

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thebad---catholic · 2 years

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dems have had literally decades to codify roe v wade. i'll vote for my local elections but as a very young person, that's it. all of em are the same. talk a big talk then proceed to do jack shit in office other than make themselves richer. besides, i'll worry about my personal rights once i can afford rent/gas/groceries, which have skyrocketed in the last few months. sorry if this comes off rude, I'm just super frustrated w how awful everything is right now :(

It’s the fillabuster, love.

American politics is deeply, chronically, prodigiously stupid. One of the many ways this shows itself is the filibuster.

In a logical world, the senate could pass a law with a 51-49 vote (rlly, in a logical world, the senate wouldn’t exist at all, but that’s not the point rn)

There is no limit on debate time in the senate. This means that a bill can be argued for hours, days, or even months at a time. Debate must conclude before a law can pass. As it stands currently, 41 senators can issue a filibuster. 60 are needed to end it, and then the 51 can pass a law.

Now, in theory, this isn’t…terrible? Like it’s dumb, but there is value in letting the minority party say their piece without fear of being steamrolled every single time. Checks and balances or something. You can read more about it here

However, as you might imagine, this system is rife for abuse. Ted Cruz read green eggs and fucking ham to halt the vote on Obamacare . For 21 hours. Straight. The “debate” doesn’t have to make sense or be about the bill, you just have to keep talking.

The votes needed to change senate rules to abolish/amend the filibuster is again, 60. The last time democrats had control of the senate by that much was in 1978. While I’m not familiar with party demographics for that time period, it was more of a gray area than the sharp partisanship we have now. Party allegiance was a little…weird back then. Progressives like JFK and FDR, who both favored a strong federal government were in the same party as states rights anti-equality segregationists. So, it’s likely that in 1978, the democrats wouldn’t have had any motive to get rid of the filibuster like they do now.

All this is to say- no, the democrats have not had decades to codify roe. Things are even more all over the place on a state by state level. In PA, for example, I’d say a slim majority of the population (that votes, any way) is democrats. The problem, of course, is that they’re concentrated in cities. So, we usually end up with a Democrat governor, but a split or majority Republican legislature bc they’re from specific districts.

It is a right wing myth to say the parties are the same. They are not. The democrats are, at worst, spineless tone deaf liberals who’ve been in office way too long. Republicans, at BEST, are like Mitt Romney, who is a rare example of a “normal” conservative. As a whole, the Republican Party is a fascistic organization. They are explicitly racist, misogynistic, queer phobic, and anti-democracy. If you don’t vote in every capacity that you can, you won’t have to worry abt your personal rights, because you won’t have them.

We are dealing with a party that does not care about the democratic process, but does not CURRENTLY have the ability to fully act on that impulse. The way to stave them off is to keep them out of positions of power. Forever, on every level of government.

Also, affordable living IS YOUR PERSONAL RIGHT. Take a wild guess over which party is overwhelmingly against rent caps, raising minimum wage, unionizing, UBI, or having a social safety net of any kind.

I don’t think you came off as rude at all anon, and I am deeply sympathetic to your frustration. But I will not respect or placate your apathy. Apathy means oppression. Apathy means death.

Vote.

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belizedeservesbetter · 1 year

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KPOP Completely Misses the Mark

It is with deepest regrets that I must say the book is absolutely atrocious

A couple years ago, KPOP was the hottest ticket Off-Broadway. It was presented as an immersive tour through a “KPOP Factory” where you the audience traveled to different rooms, where the show played out before you. It had critical raves across the board and was seen as this really cool show that showed how cool Off-Broadway can be when you don’t have to follow the constraints of a Broadway house.

And then some producer thought he should bring it Broadway and realized you can’t do a walk through immersive show that critiques the kpop industry and still sell tickets. So the show was completely changed and completely rewritten, which brings us to current iteration of KPOP on Broadway.

Listen, part of my literal job is reading and analyzing weekly Broadway grosses and I’ve seen the abysmal numbers KPOP is pulling. Like the fact that Gabriel Byrne’s one man show Walking With Ghosts is somehow making more money is truly astonishing.

So I don’t mean to kick a show when its down when I say this, but KPOP is a mess.

It’s little more than a glorified concert with a couple (poorly written) scenes here and there that make up a barely coherent story that neither critiques nor celebrates kpop. Unfortunately, this show fails at being both a concert and a story.

Let’s start with the book, which, to be blunt, is probably one of the worst written books I’ve ever seen on the Broadway stage. It felt like a high school student wrote this. Every second of it felt amateurish. The characters were one dimensional and the story was almost nonexistent.

To break it down a bit more, KPOP tells the “story” of three different KPOP groups on the verge of their label being introduced to an American audience. There is boy band F8, girl group RTMIS, and solo star MwE.

You can tell bookwriter Jason Kim is mostly doing TV now, because this show is clearly divided into A Plot, B Blot, C Plot.

A Plot revolves around MwE, the superstar of the record label. Like 60% of the show is weird backstory about her overly traumatic childhood and rise to becoming a KPOP star. Every time the show cuts to a flashback, they shine a strobe light directly in your face and play a clip of the ocean on the backdrop as a piece of set rises from the floor. Each of her scenes basically say the same thing, which is MwE likes music and works so hard and yet can never do good enough to impress record label owner/mother figure Ruby. This happens over and over and over again until the end where MwE threatens to leave and dumps her boyfriend (not even worth getting into this to be honest) and Ruby is like “I will not make your life better or do anything you have asked but I would like you to stay” and MwE is just like “sure” and that’s it.

I understand MwE’s plot was supposed to critique the hardcore nature of the KPOP industry and how young kids are basically raised in KPOP land completely isolated from their peers, but the show doesn’t commit to any real critique, and kind of ends in a celebration of stardom? Nothing is accomplished here. It almost felt like Kim was afraid to commit to having a point of view on this and potentially alienate potential ticket buyers.

B Plot is F8, the boy group whose member Leo has mysteriously been kicked out and has been replaced with American boy Brad. They mention quite a bit that Leo was kicked out/removed/mysteriously disappeared from the group, so you’d expect them to tell you why, right?

Right?

Spoiler alert but they do not tell you why! He has just mysteriously been kicked out and replaced by fun loving Brad who isn’t accepted by the rest of F8 because he’s new and from America, even though like four other members of F8 are also from America but whatever we’ll just ignore that. Main F8 Boy Whose Name is Never Said Out Loud (the playbill tells me his name is Jun Hyuk) is mean to Brad until F8 Boy Who Does Not Say a Single Other Line of Dialogue in the Show (playbill says his name is Lex) is like “maybe we shouldn’t fight anymore” and then everyone is like “yeah!” and that’s literally how B Plot is resolved.

Jun Hyuk does have my favorite line in the show though, which was completely bonkers and compared Brad’s new dance moves to not putting parsley in a dish.

Then we got C Plot with RTMIS, but unfortunately this would be more like a D Plot or even an unheard of E or F Plot because they quite literally have zero plot. They sing some fun songs and have one single scene halfway through Act Two where they’re basically like “gee it sure is hard to be a KPOP star! But I love stardom so much which makes it all worth it!”

I hate to do this but #justiceforRTMIS

It was almost insulting to see the five members of RTMIS be so completely overlooked when there was so much there they could’ve explored.

Then we’ve got the TV Director and the Camera Man plot, which was so bad and so terribly written that this sentence right here is going to be my only acknowledgement of it.

Unfortunately the acting was pretty uniformly bad too, but I’m choosing to blame this on lack of coherent material and barely there directing.

However, the one bright spot was Luna as MwE. I don’t know much about KPOP as a whole but I could tell as soon as she stepped on stage that she is a star. She just has that star quality and stage presence that you can feel all throughout the theater. Her playbill bio mentions she was Elle Woods in the South Korean production of Legally Blonde, which I was so wish I could’ve seen instead of KPOP. Her big number “Super Star” was the highlight of the show.

So anyway, that’s what made it a bad musical, but let’s go into what made it a bad concert!

The music is fun but none of the songs are very distinguishable from each other. The choreography was good but not very tight and the whole cast needed a shot of adrenaline.

Oddly enough it was too quiet in the theater? They really needed to amp up the volume. And the lights were cool when they weren’t shining directly in your eyes.

But what makes this a bad concert is that we don’t know who these people are. They are not real KPOP groups and their story doesn’t give them any depth to make you like them throughout the course of the show. What makes Six a good concert is catchy songs and a prior knowledge to who the six wives of Henry VIII are before walking into the theater. I say all this not really liking Six but it successfully did what KPOP is trying to do.

I’m sure the producers are wondering why kpop fans aren’t running to the show en masse since kpop fan bases are notoriously passionate and honestly a bit overwhelming to anyone not in their circles. However, I can clearly see why they aren’t coming to the show. Kpop fans aren’t interested in fake Kpop groups. They love their idols and their biases (thank you to my passionate Kpop fan coworker for explaining the fandom lingo) because they are real people they have formed a sort of parasocial relationship with. They want to see the real thing, not a poor imitation of it. And besides, tickets to kpop concerts are absurdly expensive so it’s not like they can afford to see KPOP on Broadway anyway.

All this to say, I wish this show was better. There’s a lot of potential here and every ounce of it is wasted.

#kpop #broadway #review #luna #theatre

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strekkingur · 2 years

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——— ABOUT THE MUN !

(I’m back and you get to enjoy my extensive chatter and rarely seen mun icon again)

——— BASICS !

(PEN)NAME: Silf (or Sussu with friends) PRONOUNS: they/them ZODIAC SIGN: Libra, aka don’t trust me to make any decisions ever- SINGLE / TAKEN: single pringle :’)

——— THREE FACTS !

• I’ve worked as an exchange student tutor at my uni for the last year and it appears I’ve freaked out almost everyone I’ve met with the number of languages I know. How many languages do I know? “Too many.” (Depending on how you count, the number is somewhere between 4-12. Tho pls note that knowing a language and actually speaking it are two very different things... I’m only 100% fluent in two languages - take a wild guess what those are - and speak another 2,5 helpfully. xD With the rest I’m limited to more or less “tourist”.) • I’ve worn basically the same pieces of jewellery every day for like... more than a decade now. An opal pendant I got on a holiday in Crete when I was 15 (it was my parents’ confirmation gift to me and I wear it instead of my golden cross bc I don’t like crosses or golden jewellery and lost my faith around the same time... I think the circle shape fits better into my spiritual concoction anyway). Opal also happens to be my birthstone which I found out years later as a fun coincidence. Besides the necklace, I currently have four rings, two in each middle finger (why stacked? bc I have ridiculously tiny hands and the lower rings are a size too big and would fall off otherwise). I started with one ring (that I no longer wear, it was my elementary school class ring and has Bad Vibes) in hs and they’ve accumulated since. At this point I’m so used to their weight on my hands that I can’t write/type properly when I’m not wearing them. I also stim with my rings and have accidentally flung one or two of them across a room on multiple occasions both at home and in public. Oops. • I’ve spent the last week or two (or three... I’m losing count) researching Chinese astrology and cultural symbolism and just... don’t ask me why, I’m trying to name a new muse and quickly discovered that there are roughly a million things one needs to take in account to make a good, auspicious Chinese name. Tbh I’ve been at my name research for the last year already with some breaks in between but this urge to find his name strikes me again after a few months. (My weird research topics are, usually, one way or another, related to my muses. If you want an easy conversation opener with me, you can always ask about my latest research topic and I can always guarantee interesting and/or entertaining answers.)

——— EXPERIENCE !

PLATFORMS USED: Skype in the very beginning, though I usually don’t count it. It was just dumb one-liners and projection. Facebook pages were my home base for several years but I finally moved to tumblr in 2016 after fb made it practically impossibly to rp there anymore. Also a brief stint on Kik that I’d rather forget (between fb and tumblr).

HOW LONG? Facebook since 2012, Skype maybe a year before that if it counts.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE !

GENDER: my main muses tend to be guys but it’s actually a 50/50 split in my head... not even half of them have (active) blogs bc my mains are attention whores. Someday I plan to dump the rest of them on a multi-muse... whenever I find the time and motivation to write half a dozen bios

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): I don’t know actors/actresses that well and I don’t really pay that much attention to fcs... I’ve found all of mine half by accident on pinterest

MULTI OR SINGLE: Single but I’m willing to experiment with multis. My multi blog would most likely be a disaster (but what in my life isn’t) but, well, dunno for sure before you try it

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF: I love fluff as much as the next person but it’s sometimes hard for me to write bc I have some, shall we say, prerequisites for it. Like, if the thread is nothing more but pure and simple slice-of-life fluff it just gets... boring to me tbh. For me, ideally, there needs be a bit of a charged undercurrent, things that are left unsaid between the lines. I want a feeling of history between the muses and a sense of continuity to their story lines even after the fluffy moment passes. Imo the fluff needs to fit in to the bigger picture of their (my) narrative rather than just be an isolated moment for the sake of itself. In short, a sugary sweet fruit cocktail alone doesn’t do it for me, it needs some chamoy in it (and no, I haven’t tried that food myself actually, just seen it a lot recently on tiktok lol). Without some depth, the fluffy slice-of-life threads just don’t hold my interest for very long and I might end up dropping them without a warning (sorry)

ANGST: I love angst and I think fluff is even sweeter when it comes after like, ahem, an avalanche of angst. xD If you talk to me on discord, you know I come up with new hcs every week and they’re usually angsty ones... I especially love the Treaty of Kiel stuff here (aka Eiki’s separation anxiety and the source of his infamous Attitude™). With Zinon I’m a lot more careful, mostly bc his main source of historical angst is very very recent so... you know, we’re respectfully not touching that. I recognise that it’s still an open wound to native Cypriots so I’ve resorted to just... implying the elephant in the living room every now and then. Bc ignoring it completely would also be rather difficult and morally questionable imho. Other than that, I just don’t really care for writing violence/war situations and like to focus more on interpersonal relationships (and the mess that those make when your average lifespan is measured in centuries).

SMUT: I think the one and only time I wrote smut was in like 2014 and... well, I’m not opposed to writing something like that again someday, my preference is just to not do it in a public platform. Kissing and innuendo is fine in threads but then it’s fade to black and if you want more details, we can plot or write it on discord. I also prefer to avoid nsfw memes most of the time. (”Most of the time” bc it also varies a bit with my muses’ body confidence. Each one of them has a mind of their own and some of them are absolutely shameless. Yes, I am looking at you, Zinon.)

PLOT / MEMES: I prefer plotting but people have also complained in the past that I plot things too well and then there’s nothing left to rp so... hmm. My current tactic is to use memes for inspiration, to gauge interest and stuff. And hc memes are great for expanding characters. At the same time, I reblog memes quite rarely bc I have no self-control over the number of threads I start and can get easily overwhelmed with everything I have to deliver... and then it might take me months to reply and I try to avoid that but life also likes to throw curve balls at me.

stolen from: multiple people on the dash- @xbasilrp @banamaak @heroyam

#half told tales (ooc)#//I'm late to every meme as usual

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caesarflickermans · 4 months

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“i won’t go through everything” bc you know that most of it isn’t antisemitic in the slightest. wilful ignorance is malice. disgusting

anyway halfway writing a longer list with several of the bingo chart points, i realised you are just here to talk shit, so i'll task you instead with reading (for the first time for you, yay, exciting!) about antisemitism here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

you'll get some extra points if you have read Jews Don't Count. kiss kiss

once you did that, please report back to me with your findings <3 i expect minimum 5 bingo points addressed on why they are antisemitic.

below the cut are some solutions for your homework, do not peek <3

(also in the matter of nuance, I think that the bingo itself is divided between more general points outside of current events *and* current events. Especially the latter, I do not think much can be said on, and I also see the criticism of the jokes about it not being appropriate. That said, many of the general points are antisemitic—full stop. Both denying that they are, and making or spreading such a list that contains a lot of Jewish people is bad faith! Especially because their "crime" was liking and/or interacting with a post! And I do think that, same as with many other minorities, we ought to allow Jews to determine what is and isn't discriminatory against them. Denying Jewish people that when we allow everyone else that is... you guessed it... antisemitic.)

no 40 babies -> blood libel

colonizers -> delegitimises history of jewish people there + the state itself

blogging is activism -> not antisemitic but true. what have you done on the ground to aid this other than sending dumbass anon hate?

jews were treated so well in the arab world -> antisemitism in the arab world

this is just like hunger games/star wars -> one conflict is one conflict. i think it should be perceived on the grounds of what it is, not be deluded by media comparisons. and what it is, is still an abhorrent treatment of palestinian people, but i don't think we should fictionalise/fandomlise the pain of those people

from the river to the sea -> implies erasure of the state & its people. most antisemitic statement there is in the current leftist antisemitic movement

israel are the real terrorists -> hamas are terrorists. israel is war criming. both can be true at the same time.

zionists aren't real jews -> good jew/bad jew + dual loyality

tiktok/tumblr is a reliable news source -> not antisemitic but please do not get your news solely from social media.

uses al-jazeera -> how many antisemitic memes do we allow a news source to post? bc i draw my line at 0. that does not make every single article of theirs a problem, but i think trusting them just 'cause is not any better, either. i find it rather important to be looking at a news magazine whose ties to the qatari government are ambigious at best really important. (qatar scored a 25/100 and is thus not free; they scored a 1/4 in free media.)

zionists control the media -> dogwhistles exists for jew hate, too, bestie.

go back to brooklyn -> perpetuates the lie that israeli people are white/are from the West/have a home to go back to. 21% are arab israelis, 70% of israelis were born there, thus have no place to go back to. would you say the same shit to other minorities who have generational ties elsewhere? i wouldn't.

happy hanukkah -> references the spike in antisemitism that then has some of those people turn around and pretend they support jewish people. also, you don't know what hanukkah is about.

no need for jewish country -> jewish people are allowed a safe place on this earth, and they've been denied one all across the world. wherever jewish people live, they are being threatened right now (usa, france, germany, uk ( and oh! would you look at that! isn't brooklyn also in the us? weird....) . israel's behaviour is abhorrent right now and ought to be criticised, denying israel the right to exist is antisemitic

btw (((they))) control the media -> ((echo)) + control

blood libel -> blood libel. this one wasn't hard

eating schnitzel -> i am not here to list anything but that was the dumbest shit ever. if i get freed from a hostage situation, i'd never want to eat my country's gross cuisine. i'd want a pizza, but that doesn't erase my nationality nor would it make me italian.

antizionism isn't antisemitism -> it isn't always the case, but most of you are unwilled and uninterested to educate yourselves about antisemitism. thus, you fall into antisemitic rhetoric when you want to criticise israel, which, is a country that ought to be criticised for its current and past actions, but as i've listed, many of the above statements are either antisemitic or dumb. i hope you are neither of that *kiss*

#marie.txt #last quiz questions!!!#which of us worked for an organisation educating about the conflict?#i'll give you a hint !!#it's the “wilful ignorance” bitch <3 <3

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moonglut · 1 year

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FULL NAME: Lysander Kaius Ridgeway

NICKNAMES: Sander, Ridge, Tater Chip

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Mad Hatter ( Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland ), Flynn Rider ( Tangled ), Stiles Stilinski ( Teen Wolf ), Jesper Fahey ( Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows ), Crowley ( Good Omens ), Lysander ( A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2019) ), Puck ( A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2019) ) , Clark Kent (Superman) , Mo Folchart ( Inkheart ), Gilbert Blythe ( Anne of Green Gables ).

FACE CLAIM: Kit Young

GENDER: Male (he/him/his)

AGE: Twenty-nine

SPECIES: Familiar ( animial form is a black Oriental Shorthair cat )

OCCUPATION: Mortician

LIVES IN: Sycamore Hills

PERSONALITY TRAITS: + 1. Silly 2. Loyal 3. Gentle 4. Hard-working - 1. Sardonic 2. Single-Minded 3. Stubborn 4. Glib INTEL

Their Priorities: of course, priorities do change as you grow and that is true for Sander. His current priorities tend to lean towards his current life choices. His parents don’t know about his job. While he went to school to be a mortician, his parents believe that he went to business school. He hasn’t told them the truth because he knows that they would think it was far too dark and inappropriate of a job for someone with his family’s standing in the city. So, TLDR, his current priority is keeping his job a secret so they won’t make his life more difficult.

Muse’s soft spot: The odd ones, the weirdos, the square peg living in a round hole society. At any given time he could be mistaken for a mother duck with his weird little ducklings following along behind him. He’s a mom friend in every way imaginable, including having snacks handy for anyone that might need them.

Greatest strength: While there are some that may consider him to be as dumb as a box of rocks, that’s far from true. He’s actually incredibly intelligent; book smart if not all that street smart, and he’s learned that you can get away with quite a bit when people think you’re stupid.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: He feels as if his species makes him quite vulnerable to the outside world; whether it be witches looking for that extra power he could give them or hunters that wish anyone supernatural ill will. Sander has heard horror stories from his parents about when they all took things from their kind; more than was freely given and how it negatively effected them all. He isn’t sure if this was a horror story his family used to keep the young ones in line or if there’s truth there, but he can’t be too careful, not in Los Santos, especially.

Muse’s secret: 1. He’s a lover at heart. He’s had a crush on the same person for as long as he can remember and even though they’re both grown up, nothing has changed. 2. His parents don’t know he’s a mortician. 3. he uses his humor to hide the fact that he has the potential to be incredibly dangerous. Hobbies: 1. Shooting at the gun range 2. Reading/collecting books 3. Death Education 4. Singing/making music 5. watching askamortician on the youtube

Things they love: 1. Teaching people they have options after death besides burial and cremation 2. Despite the secrets he keeps from them and the annoying way they helicopter parent, he loves his family. They’re good people, strong, and he loves them even though things aren’t always the easiest with them. 3. Live theater ( both performing and going to see shows live ) 4. Science fiction movies/shows 5. The person they’re crushing on ( that they love (???) ) Pet Peeves: 1. Pushy people who interrupt his work flow 2. When people touch his things; especially his good pens and pencils. 3. People who shit talk the LGBTQ+ community to him not realizing he’s the ‘B” in the acronym 4. Banning books. If you don’t want children reading certain things…. Be a damn parent 5. People who take the good things in their lives for granted

MUSE AESTHETICS ◇messy book shelves◇ steaming hot cups of tea◇old text books

CONNECTIONS ◇ Friends of assorted closeness ( feel free to assume relationships ) Love Interest: This is the person Sander has been in love with for all his life. He has yet to tell them but their relationship is tight and they probably know he cares about them more than he lets on tbh. ( message my blog/discord to chat before applying) FC SUGGESTIONS: Jack Wolfe, Lucas Till, Amita Suman, Mia Goth

Assorted Family Members: Especially his big sister Enemies/people who are put off by him: this could literally be anyone considering how he is the way he is ( feel free to assume relationships/message me to chat )

#bio #about sander #tw death talk #his whole blog needs a tw i guess #he's not like #actively talking about it twenty four seven but it is important to him so....

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riverstardis · 1 year

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too old for this shift:

here we go😬

connie and grace’s video message for charlie🥲

ah new titles! i still miss the old ones tbh. one of my twitter mutuals @/ProductionsJAW has a thread where he’s edited the 2014 titles but with the current characters into every episode since begin again and it’s great! he also does these titles as well (the 2016 ones)

robyn realising charlie’s been working there for longer than she’s been alive. pretty sure ethan’s the oldest that applies to so he and everyone younger weren’t even alive when charlie started working there thats so weird bc that’s such a big chunk of characters😭

jacob’s thinking of proposing to connie🥺

lmaoo david accidentally letting slip to charlie that he has a surprise party. ofc it would either be david or robyn

ethan and alicia playing with a child by blowing up gloves🥺🥺🥺

when steph gets hit by that car all i can think of is the blooper where there’s a camera person still in the shot😭

ah josh. he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding was he? why was he even in the hospital let alone a random cubicle?? he could’ve just not come to the hospital prior to the party and then charlie couldn’t have spoiled his own surprise??

“the day the great charlie fairhead hangs up his gloves is the day the nhs falls off a cliff!” first of all “falls of a cliff”💀💀 second, the nhs is looking pretty close to falling of a cliff these days is charlie planning on retiring?? although the implication that charlie is single handedly holding up the nhs is so funny to me, like not just the department, not just the hospital, the ENTIRE nhs😭😭

connie :(

tess!

max trying to flirt with the agency nurse who looks a bit like zoe. she doesn’t reciprocate and noel goes “looks like you just crashed and burned, buddy” and then asks if she reminds him of anyone but max doesn’t see it😭 also “crashed and burned”💀

i wonder how jonnie could’ve gone if all this hadn’t happened

lily calling iain and jez “immature boys” so true

oh jacob walking out the staff room to iain and jez that’s another one from the bloopers

fletch! “if i’m here in 30 years you have permission to shoot me in the head”😭😭

ahh establishing the air ambulance guy. that’s how you know he’s gonna die. same thing happened with that paramedic in the s35 ambulance crash

did they rehearse that dance sjskfkfk

ethan trying to talk to alicia is such a disaster😭😭

cal making fun of how tight his trousers are and then trying to give him advice sjsjdj

the video of all the staff by reception with what looks like champagne (and you can see that david has something different, possibly orange juice, which would suggest whatever everyone else has is alcoholic at least) but surely they shouldn’t be drinking if they’re on shift, even just a small glass?? maybe they filmed it at the end of their shift

the fact that grace would’ve been fine if the helicopter hadn’t crashed😭😭

it’s wild because how on earth did they both survive DRIVING OFF A CLIFF

and how on earth did grace survive driving off a cliff AND a helicopter crash

lmao lily coming in and talking to charlie about a patient as he’s trying to watch his video and doesn’t pick up on his cues until he explicitly says he’s busy. that’s autism babes

cal making sure fletch isn’t driving after drinking. well at least he has some amount of responsibility. i suppose if anything would make sure you never even consider driving after drinking it’s being an emergency doctor

alicia commenting on ethan’s trousers too😭😭

cal nearly being hit by a helicopter rotor blade right where he is later stabbed😫

if i had a nickel for every time ethan’s been trapped under a collapsed structure and yet somehow made it out with minimal injury, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

noel’s so surprised that they’re closing the ed as if there isn’t a helicopter blocking the collapsed entrance😭

“i’ll hold the leg, you roll these skin kissers down” “i was told this was what all the cool kids were wearing”

i can’t see jac walking in to the ed without hearing “holy fuck, that looks like the end of casualty” from the bloopers sjdkkffk 2016 really had the best bloopers and i will keep pointing them out

connie :(

“i’m in my boxer shorts. i’m stuck under this rubble like stig of the dump” he’s so funny😭😭 his boxers are patterned though that’s snazzy

this is the scene!! “sorry i’ve never been very good at being injured. cal says that’s why i got into medicine. to learn how to fix myself” i don’t remember which episode it was where i talked about this already but basically what i said was it sounds more like he’s talking about his mental health because doctors don’t actually treat themselves of course. and actually now that i’m watching it, the tone of his voice definitely supports that and judging by the way alicia looks at him she’s picked up on it too

NIBBLES ORIGIN STORY he goes straight from implying something about his mental health to talking about he used to lock himself in his room and not speak to anyone for days so… yeah

alicia’s face😭😭 she’s wondering why he’s telling her this. the advice cal gave him earlier was to match her energy: if she’s spiky, be spiky back, if she’s vulnerable, be vulnerable back, if she’s horny, you’re horny. but she wasn’t being vulnerable he just started being vulnerable out of nowhere and she’s so confused sjskfkfk she didn’t even know that cal called him nibbles😭

thinking about it, isn’t this what happened with fenisha too? it was ethan being vulnerable with her in the comic con episode that massively kickstarted her feelings for him

omg just remembered that on that casualty confessions account someone sent one after this ep saying they wished the nibbles backstory was more child friendly because apparently a 6 year old misspelling the word nipples is inappropriate😭 i mean as long as the context is not sexual, which is clearly wasn’t, there’s nothing more child friendly than nipples, they literally exist to feed children😭😭 what a take

cal absolutely bricking it clambering into the scaffolding with a med kit when ethan and alicia set the siren off and they’re just stood there pretty much fine and alicia’s like “he’s dislocated his patella” and cal’s like “what, that’s it?” i love protective big brother cal sjdkfkf

charlie manages to be annoying even when he’s speaking sense

big mac! he calls charlie an “unflappable guardian angel” lol remember when ethan called himself unflappable

elle looks really good this episode

poor jacob :(

ethan managed to put his “skin kissers” back despite his knee then?

“the only way to clear the department is to have a catastrophic helicopter crash?”😭

grace has a subdural haematoma and it’s not looking good :(

cal stood looking at the blade that narrowly missed him :(

“i took your advice. it backfired spectacularly” “what’s that?” “i showed alicia my vulnerable side. now she thinks i’m some sort of basket case” “yeah, because women often stand and stare adoringly at potential basket cases” 🥺🥺🥺 and ethan looks at her and she is indeed staring adoringly then she looks away and cal goes “go on you better go before she realises it’s true”😭

he starts to go and then cal’s like “what was it you said to her that was so vulnerable anyway?” and ethan just shakes his head. cal’s probably thinking he told her about their mum or emilie or having the huntington’s gene or something not why he calls him nibbles😭😭😭 no actually maybe not because would she possibly think he was a basket case if he told her about the hd??? maybe cal just can’t think of anything because he doesn’t realise how much his bullying actually hurt ethan

ooo that shot of cal looking at the blade that almost hit him again… bit of foreshadowing?😥😥

you see though, cal DID know that alicia fancied ethan back so not only was he probably breaking some kind of bro code by knowingly dating his brother’s crush, he also knew that she liked him back! so he shouldn’t really have been so surprised when she cheated on him should he? like what exactly was he expecting to happen😭😭

it’s wild how somehow every single main character made it through this alive

#classic casualty #too old for this shift

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