#and my job too because getting specific days off or vacation there is never working in my favor either

[sixcalibur]

LORD OF THE LOST - The Curtain Falls

#*mine: gifs #lord of the lost #🖤 #🤍 #lotl #I wish I could go see them live again #but my anxiety makes it impossible for me to go anywhere alone #and my job too because getting specific days off or vacation there is never working in my favor either

[allywthsr]

EPILOGUE | (l.norris)

summary: epilogue of Lan on Raya! What happened the last three years and another big question.

wordcount: 2.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: miscarriage, getting a dog

notes: someone requested this and I thought why not? Give me ideas in my inbox for specific things and maybe it won’t be the last time you hear from these two🫶🏼 it’s short, I’m sorry but I didn’t want to make it too big. comment your thoughts!

part one part two part three

It’s been three years since you met Lando, let’s see what happened.

In the beginning, it was hard for you two to see each other often, with Lando living in Monaco and you in London, you couldn’t just pop over, and with his job as well, Lando travels a lot, and with your job, you had to stay put in one place. So whenever he was in England for the MTC, he came over for a few days to spend with you and whenever you had free time, you would fly over to him or come with him for a race. The whole time you kept in touch via FaceTime or texting, there were weeks when you would see his family more often than you saw him.

Because of the vacation, you created a bond with his family, especially his sisters, and loved catching up with them, they would visit you in London a lot, Lando was always jealous, but you had to remind him, that it was his own decision to move to Monaco.

After a year of a long-distance relationship you decided to move together, temporarily.

Lando moved most of his stuff in your apartment, to see whether you could endure each other or not.

But you did. You could remember one specific evening where it was still fresh with the moving together and Max and Pietra came over. At some point, all of you were hammered and Max decided it was time for Mario Kart. While he and his girlfriend were playing against each other, you were screaming all sorts of advice to Pietra, while Lando hugged you tight to keep you from it. The whole day he had been touchy, squeezing your side and hiding his head behind your back, because he couldn’t stand to see Max driving into the wall for the fifth time. You wished someone had documented this moment, because of how sweet he had been, he was truly like one of these Pinterest boyfriends.

But it all worked out, and the temporary move in became a full move-in.

You two moved into a bigger apartment just half a year later, wanting more space.

That’s also where some negative events happened, just one and a half years into the relationship you got pregnant, it’s not like you planned it, it more or less, just happened.

You had a really bad cold and the doctor gave you medication which apparently messed with your birth control, so when your period didn’t come and you began to puke every morning, you got suspicious. You took a test when Lando was at the MTC, doing a few last tests, before the season started and when it came back positive, you almost fainted. This was not on your bingo card for the year, nor for the next year, after all, you only were in a relationship with Lando for a year and a half, not enough to become pregnant. You took two more tests and when there was no denying that a little human was growing in your stomach, you couldn’t wait for Lando to get home. You tried to call him and say you needed him back sooner but he was in the sim and important meetings where he was forced to switch off his phone.

Once he finally came through the door, you ran and hugged him tight, he had to promise you to not get mad, which he did, and when you told him, you‘ve never seen him react so slowly. At first, he couldn’t believe what you were saying, staring at you in disbelief, and when you repeated it twice he finally hugged you back. Obviously, it wasn’t planned, but he was still over the moon.

In the following weeks, Lando had been the sweetest boyfriend you could imagine, bringing you food, holding your hair and rubbing your back while you puked every morning, cuddling with you and stroking your belly every chance he got. After just one month of discovering your pregnancy, you woke up to really bad stomach cramps, Lando was lying asleep next to you when you saw that the bedsheet beneath you was completely red. You shook Lando awake and he rushed you to the hospital but there was nothing the doctors could’ve done, by the time you got there it was already too late.

The next few weeks have been rough, you barely talked, you barely touched or looked at each other. It was like living with a stranger, saying good morning and goodnight, maybe a nod when he asked you if you wanted to eat something, but other than that, you couldn’t. You felt super guilty for not being able to carry the life inside of you, Lando didn’t know about your thoughts but you had them and they weren’t pretty.

One afternoon Lando basically dragged you in his car and when you arrived, it was a therapist. The sessions had helped you, your mental health, and your relationship, after just one month it was like it never had happened. Not that you forgot about your little baby, but Lando and you talked again, you started to be intimate again, and it felt like it was back to normal. In the backyard of his parents, both of you planted a tree to remind your unborn child, you could see the tree grow like your child should have grown up, but that’s life.

Every day the burden got lighter, until you could fully let go.

The next year and a half was spent with so much love and light. Lando and you started to build a house, it’s something he always wanted to do and so you both got a lot near his parents, where the house was built. You moved in after a year and it was perfect, you were so damn grateful to have Lando by your side, without him you could never have the life you have now. You quit your job and started working at Quadrant, you were behind the scenes and did office stuff, keeping everything organized, that way you could travel with Lando to every race and not be unemployed since you were sure that the boss wouldn’t fire you. After all, you pleasured him nearly every night.

You still went on every Norris family holiday and his family loved you as much as you loved them. You were happy that you had such a good bond with them, whenever Lando was at the MTC and you were bored, you went to his parent's house, enjoying some drinks with Cisca.

All in all, you were the happiest girl in the world, you were sure. He was spoiling you whenever he wanted, buying you things where he would tell you, that he reminded him of you. That Louis Vuitton bag? It was your favorite color and he couldn’t wait to see you wearing it. Bringing you your favorite chocolate from the store, when he only wanted to get gas? He needed to because he knew that your period was due soon. But it was not all materialistic things he spoiled you with.

Kisses on your forehead? All. The. Time.

Needing a hug before every race? Yep.

Making sweet love to you? Every night.

He was addicted to your pussy, he had to be. He worshipped it, taking his time, whenever he went down on you (and it happened all the time).

The topic of kids was still on the table. He wanted to have some after he retired, but when you were pregnant, he was the happiest he‘d ever been. With that in mind, he wanted you to be pregnant soon, you tried to keep his head calm and remind him how hard it could be to become pregnant again after a miscarriage, and how scared you were after the experience. He understood that but still rooted for you to get pregnant.

”You would look so hot with a bump.“

”I can’t wait to talk to my child every day through your belly.“

”Y/N, I want to put a baby in you!“

”I need a mini Y/N and a mini Lando.“

”You‘d be the milf and I’d be the dilf.“

”Imagine them in a race suit and sitting in my car?“

”We could do a quadrant baby merch series!“

The list goes on and on. But he was right, he would be the hottest dilf in history.

Oh and the dog that you both got? Adorable! You got it shortly after you moved into your forever home, it was your favorite breed and you named the little brown dog mocha. He came with you to every race and followed you everywhere, even going to the toilet alone was becoming harder with the puppy needing you. You three went on long walks together through the forest, and when he got older Lando even took him jogging. Mocha wasn’t the happiest about running several miles but when he was with his dad, it didn’t matter. One of the funniest moments was when Lando made a custom LN4 dog bucket hat and sat Mocha in his car, the little dog didn’t know what was happening but he loved the attention he got, the people were taking pictures of him, talking to him and petting him and that was all he needed, but only when both of you were around. Mocha needed both of you, the amount of pictures Lando and you had on your phone of just Mocha and the other cuddling in the evening on the couch or some hotel bed, was insane.

But back to where you are right now, in your backyard. How did you get here? More to that in a second.

The house you both built was perfect, it was modern but homey. The high ceilings were paired with white walls and light wood-colored details, like the Kitchen that had a wood-colored work surface and the living room that had a wood-colored coffee table just like the TV wall. Lando and you loved designing it, taking your time to figure out what you really wanted. You had several guest rooms, that could be turned into kid's rooms, whenever you needed to, Lando built himself a gaming room and you both shared an office. In the basement was a billiard table and other fun things. The backyard was huge, a lot of trees were standing around the property and you loved it, just like Mocha. The little brown dog loved to run around and catch every ball you threw him.

And that was where you were standing right now, the backyard, it was already dark outside but the candles that were lit, made the place glow. You had been cooking dinner when you heard Mocha bark without stopping, in fear that he caught a squirrel again and Lando took it away from him, you made your way to the glass door, but seeing Lando standing surrounded by electric candles, wasn’t something you expected.

”Lando? What is this?“

”Come here, love.“

You stepped closer to where Lando was standing and slowly it dawned on you. While taking your hand, he started to speak.

”Y/N, I’ve known you for more than three years and I must admit, it had been the best years of my life.“

You chuckled.

”We had many ups and downs, but whatever it was, we got through it and it only made us stronger. We‘re already a family with Mocha…“

You looked at the dog that was circling you both, not knowing what was happening.

”…and I can’t wait to grow a bigger family with you. I love you so much, even with your sweatpants and my hoodie, socks that have holes in them, and messy hair. I’ve never seen a much more beautiful woman than you and I‘m so happy I went on Raya that day to get a quick fuck, who would’ve thought that I would find you, my soulmate. I love to play Mario Kart with you at two a.m., and I will braid your hair for the rest of your life, with a face mask in my face that does absolutely nothing, except steal your money. I‘m super thankful for you, for every race you join, how you’re not mad at me for putting a picture of you on the back of my helmet, directly in front of the camera, so everyone can see you while I‘m driving and that way you’re always with me, for every kiss… the list could go on and on, but you know this stuff. I need you in my life, and I will not let you go, so…“

He went down on one knee and now it was more than clear what was happening, with glossy eyes you followed Lando’s movements, as he pulled out a little box and opened it, before taking one of your hands in his‘ again, looking at you with a big smile and the same glossy eyes as you.

”Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?“

a/n: tell me your favorite dog breed in the comments

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando x reader #lando norris x y/n #ln4 #formula 1

[localityghost]

Chifuyu x thick flight attendant girlfriend

Happy ending arc

Chifuyu misses his girlfriend so much:(. half of the month she's away on flights all around the world. But when she's home for those two weeks, with one of those weeks being her ovulation, they get it in all the time. I headcanon that the pet store trio are roommates during this so baji and kazutora listen to those two all night. So backshots, creampies, public sex (at the pet shop in the back closet). Chifuyu is about 25 and reader is 22.

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐟 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

An| |TyTy! For the ask Anon A fellow Chifuyu lover I see but I don't judge welp! enjoy your one-shot!

Thick flight attendant!reader x Chifuyu

It had been a few months since you'd seen Chifuyu you've been so busy with your job you never took the time to actually call or text him so why not let it be a surprise? "Y/N-San heading home already?" your co-worker asked as you got your bags and hoisted them over your shoulder luggage in hand as well as you nodded "Mm I miss home and this skirt is hard to get around my thighs," you said sighing playing with the waistband you knew your thighs were big but at this point, you couldn't slip on certain clothes because they couldn't get over your ass was a bit annoying but you managed nonetheless so you didn't complain. After a few hours of waiting you eventually got a cab to drive you back to Tokyo City for a good price the minute you got back, you realized Baji and Kazutora had no idea you had arrived so you snuck in through the back door to surprise them that you'd come back from work earlier than expected you were supposed to get off a week later but got off a week earlier due to hard work and begging for an early vacation break one of these days and you finally got it. You snuck through the back door before surprising Kazutora as he screamed like a girl "Y/N?! But you-" you laughed "I got off a week early" and Kazutora rubbed his neck "Oh- well I guess we should-" Baji then busts through the door "Who the hell-" he gets a glimpse of you "Y/N where have you been jackass!" he said hugging you and you smiled as you then saw a specific someone in the doorway "Y/n?" the voice said "Chifuyu~♡︎!" you said in a honey-laced tone running up to give him a hug as his body filled with butterflies giving you a kiss on the lips before Baji and Kazutora exited and boy that was there biggest mistake.

Chifuyu wasted no time forcing you into the closet as he grabbed your thighs you softly let out a relieved sigh as he pulled your skirt down ripping through the see-through leggings you had under them "Missed you..." he said pressing two fingers against your clit as you jolted against the door "Missed you too Fuyu~♡︎" you said pressing your leg against the wall of the confined space as Chifuyu began to rub his two fingers up and down your folds the other hand occupied to grabbing your ass "My god you're just so...soft" he said quietly in the crook of your neck beginning to finger you and already you were moaning a little louder than before Baji and Kazutora were on the other side listening with their faces red as tomatoes as they listened in. Chifuyu then unbuckled his belt leaning his head on your neck "Need you please..." he said grabbing your tits along with a handful of your ass as he lined up his tip with your entrance you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slowly started to thrust into you "Fuyu...missed you s'much..." you softly moaned for him as your walls clenched around him "So tight for me..." he said quietly his thrusts going from slow to a quick paced as he felt he was gonna come from how soft your thighs were against him as he pulled just to turn you around and come on your back your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt his warm seed on your back "Fuyu why would yo-" just then he slammed his hips from the back right back into you as you couldn't help but moan more as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head he restrained your hands holding them with his as his hips snapped into you "So good...fuck your too good...! I missed you~..." he said as his thrusts got more sloppier like he was a dog in heat as you couldn't help but moan more as his snapped into yours one hand on your ass the other fondling your breasts "Baby gonna c-cum..." he groaned his thrusts getting even sloppier before he releases with a soft moan filling you up with thick load as you felt warm inside Chifuyu pulled out as his cum leaked outside of you he cradled you while grabbing a hankchief from his pocket "Lets stay here a bit yeah?" he said and you nodded coming down from your high.

#tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #shinichiro smut #draken smut #bonten x reader smut #kakucho x reader smut #manjiro sano smut #mikey smut #nahoya smut #seishu inui smut #tokyo revengers smut headcanons #tokyorev smut #one shot #smiley x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyorev chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu x you #tr chifuyu #tokrev baji #kazutora my beloved #thick reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader angst #tokyo revengers x reader

[snakeeyesdraws]

Overly Analyzing Fortune Street character dialogue (Mario and Luigi)

So I've spent a lot of time browsing Mario wiki pages (organized easy to read information about a current hyperfixation makes for great destressing material) and one of the pages I've been really into is the quotes from Fortune Street (2011)! I've been thinking about talking about and discussing some of the character dialogue from it, since some of them actually have some fun character tidbits, and after seeing this post from pianokantzart (please go check out their stuff!) I decided to go ahead and do so!

Today we'll be focusing on Mario and Luigi's dialogue, and dialogue that involves them! If you would like to view these quotes for yourself, you can do so here and on the character's quote pages. I'll mainly just be highlighting some of the fun ones under the cut!

Mario

"Brr! This ship gives me the creeps! Best to win fast so I don't have to hang out here too long!" (The Ghost Ship)

This is an area-specific dialogue line for the Ghost Ship, and I find the implication that Mario is a bit creeped out by ghosts/haunted places, seeing as Boos/ghosts are an enemy that have notably defeated him numerous times via the Luigi's Mansion series.

"Wow! What a fancy palace! But I still think Peach's Castle is the best…" (Castle Trodain) "Ha ha! I'm gonna do well here. Peach's Castle is like a second home to me!" (Peach's Castle)

Simple but cute!! He thinks of Peach's Castle as a second home and feels safe there!! This is extremely important to me

"Dooo-doo-doo-doo-doo-dooooo! Hey, I love this tune!" (Super Mario Bros.) "Doooo--doo-doo doo-doo-doo! That sure is a catchy tune I've got stuck in my head! Oh, sorry, is it my turn already?"

He also really loves the Super Mario Bros. theme! The theme that is associated most with him and Luigi ;w; I like to imagine he hums its to himself whenever he's working

To Yoshi: "I'll help you find your cookies, Yoshi - just give me a second to brush these cookie crumbs out of my mustache!" Yoshi to player: "Yoshi! Yoshi! (Nice job on that promotion, (player's name)! Here, have some cookies to celebrate!)" Mario's response: "Why no cookies for Mario? Can't I have just one?"

There's also a running theme of him wanting Yoshi's cookies which I think is so funny. The Legendary Hero of the Mushroom Kingdom cannot turn up a tasty snack. Some people seem to push back against the idea that Mario enjoys eating?? But I think it's such a cute characteristic of his (and the fact that he basically admits to Yoshi's face that he swiped his cookies jsadjkkdlsa)

"Not to look a gift Yoshi in the mouth, but I was hoping for more coins..."

Mostly highlighting this one for the substation of "horse" with "Yoshi" in this quote. Fun little world building tidbit of Yoshi's being the Mushroom Kingdom's horses.

After player warps: "Ever get a stomachache when you warp, (player's name)? That happens to me sometimes!"

Even though he presumably uses the warp pipes all the time? Interesting... (side note but because I'm movie brain pilled, you could potentially read into it more here for that verse 👀)

After landing on a Take-a-break square: "Heroes never take the day off! What am I supposed to do with myself - go to the beach?"

Bro that is not a good mindset let yourself take vacations!

"Thank you for your patronage! You're very generous, (player's name)... Just like me!"

There's a lot of playful lines like this from Mario, I like when we get to see his competitive side and how he has a teeny bit of an ego (he's still overall humble and kind, but he knows he's the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom)

After player buying his circus tent: "I can't believe you took over my circus, (player's name)! Didn't you like my fireball show?"

FIREBALL SHOW???? HE PUTS ON A FIREBALL SHOW????? I am desperate for any crumbs of reference to Firebrand (even though he likely used a Fire Flower for this but still)

To Luigi: "Hey Luigi! Stick with me, Bro, and we'll win this one together!" Luigi's response: "You got it, Mario! We'll show (player's name) some real Mario Bros. teamwork!"

To player: "Nice work, (player's name)! But Luigi and I aren't going to give up quite yet!" Luigi's response: "Right you are! The Mario Bros. are just getting warmed up!"

THEM........ 🥺💖 WE LOVE TO SEE THEM WORKING TOGETHER

To player: "Psst! Hey, (player's name)! Princess Peach is watching, so I'm afraid I just can't lose to you today!" Peach's response: "Mario, I heard that! But don't you worry - I'm the one who's going to win!"

Dude is SMITTEN for Peach and it shows. He wants to impress her! I do like that we get to see that Peach is also competitive and playfully rolls with it

To player: "Keep going, (player's name)! It's way too early to give up!" Peach's response: "Hey, Mario-what gives? You seem like you're more concerned about (player's name) than you are about me!"

That said, Peach clearly likes having his attention on her LMAO it reminds me of the scene in Paper Jam where M&L Peach visibly got a bit jealous of Mario getting blushy and flustered over Paper Peach

Bowser to player: "You're in luck! If you beat me, you automatically get to become one of my minions! That's the law around here!" Mario's response: "Don't listen to him, (player's name)! I've beaten him a million times, and I'm no minion!"

Almost all of Bowser's quotes that invoke a response from Mario play out like this; Bowser provokes or taunts the player and Mario immediately snaps back or defends the player. It's fun to see a version of their rivalry here, albeit one in a much more relaxed and lower stakes setting. They will get extremely competitive even when it's just a game for fun

Bowser Jr. to player: "You're just being a big show-off, (player's name)! I'm NOT impressed!" Mario's response: "Don't be jealous, Bowser Jr.! Sure, (player's name) is doing great - but you're not doing bad yourself! Try to stay focused!"

While Mario will do the same if Junior taunts the player, here we can see him being encouraging towards him. It's a cute little moment! I feel like Bowser's Fury enjoyers will like this quote lol

Peach to Mario: "Hmph! Why does (player's name) have all the luck? Mario! I order you to go out and gather me some gold coins!" Mario's response: "Sure thing, Princess Peach! But, umm..how?"

I mean it when I say dude is smitten. One order from the princess and he's ready to drop his competitive streak to go fetch some coins for her LMAO

Toad to player: "I'm impressed with your business acumen, (player's name)! I wish I was more like you… Mario's response: "You can be, Toad! Just keep up the hard work!"

Friendship between Mario and Toad can be so personal, actually... and more encouraging and sweet Mario! Never forget that this man is kind and caring before anything else

To Birdo: "Ouch! Birdo, you're charging me an arm and a mustache! That's precious gold I'm never going to see again!"

AN ARM AND A MUSTACHE HE SAYS............ this man is a DORK

To Bowser Jr.: "I'm surprised you're charging folks so much to shop here, Bowser Jr. ! Just like your daddy, you are!" To Bowser Jr.: "Bowser Jr.! You're just like your daddy. Always getting in my way!"

He'll be encouraging and overall gentler with Junior, but it doesn't change that fact that Junior still gets in his way a lot JADSKK

To Donkey Kong: "Hey, Donkey Kong! Would you mind if I paid you in bananas? Ha ha ha! Oh, I bet you get that joke all the time!" To Donkey Kong: "You sure know how to roll that die, Donkey Kong! Almost as well as you roll a barrel!"

oh my god he's so obnoxious sometimes you KNOW this man is telling dad jokes even if he's not a father. And it's a small hint towards the DK and Mario rivalry that started in the old games!

To Luigi: "Oh, Luigi! Can't you give me a special discount or something? I thought we were the bestest of buddies!"

the bestest of buddies I could cry.... it's a very sweet sentiment, even though clearly it's said in a bit of teasing tone here. I now HC that Mario calls Luigi his bestest buddy whenever he wants something from him

To Peach: "Looks like I need to start picking some flowers for your victory bouquet, Princess Peach!"

THIS. MAN. IS. SMITTEN.

To Waluigi: "I hate to fraternize with my brother's nemesis, but it looks like we're going to have to work together! Let's swap shops, Waluigi!" To Waluigi: "What!? Waluigi's about to win!? I don't think Luigi is going to be too happy about that…"

Interestingly, we get to see the Waluigi / Luigi rivalry acknowledged by someone outside of them. I do like the implication that out of principal, Mario avoids anyone who has beef with Luigi.

Luigi

”Eek! No one told me there would be gh-gh-ghosts here! I wish I'd brought my Poltergust 3000 with me.” (The Ghost Ship)

LUIGI'S MANSION REFERENCE!! An obvious one, but it makes me happy whenever it's referenced regardless

"Leaping lasagna! This place is even bigger than Peach's Castle!" (Castle Trodain) "This place is wackadoodle! It's turning my brain into spaghetti!" (Good Egg Galaxy)

HE DID IT HE SAID THE FOOD JOKE THINGS!!!!

"Looks like my bro really cleaned this place up! I hope they gave him the key to the city!" (Delfino Plaza)

this one is just, so pure and cute???? supportive Luigi confirmed??

To player: "Hey, (player's name)! I'm Luigi! Oh, you've heard of me? I'm so flattered I think I'm blushing!"

This is also so cute and a bit sad - he thinks it's amazing that someone has heard of him enough to know his name outside of just "Mario's little brother"

"This game has got my mustache all mussed up! Where's my little comb?"

Implying he carries a comb with him specifically for brushing and cleaning up his mustache! Which makes total sense, considering these other lines of dialogue from him;

"I take a quick time-out to trim my mustache, and someone buys up almost all the shops! What gives?" "Ack! One shop left? All I did was take a minute to trim my sideburns… I need to stop doing that!" "Who bought up all the shops? Guess I was too busy grooming the 'stache to pay attention to the game…"

A lot of people interpret Luigi as very neat and tidy and almost obsessively keeps himself cleaned, and this dialogue most certainly solidifies that! People pointed out in the recent film that Luigi's hair is also a lot neater than Mario's, which lends to this idea. Apparently more than once he's been so focused on grooming his mustache and hair that he's missed something important lol

"It's not so bad being in second place. As a matter of fact, it feels just right! I wonder why that is…"

Ohhhh buddy,,,,,, the eternal player 2 mood LOL

"One day I'm gonna dominate this district. Then everyone will see who's the real brains behind The Mario Bros.!"

JDSJKASDLDASKLA this is such a sibling quote. Though it is interesting considering many people consider Luigi the more strategic of the two

After player lands on a Take-a-break square: "You've been working so hard lately, (player's name). Promise me you'll take it easy on your day off!"

A lot of characters will gleefully remark that they can advance while you're on a day off when you land on a Take-a-break square, but Luigi seems to genuinely want you to take it easy and I think that's neat

To player: "Did Mario teach you to play this game, (player's name)? 'Cause you've definitely got some sweet moves, just like him!"

CUUUUUUUUUUTE Luigi thinks the world of his brother, so of course if you impress him, he will compare you to him!

After player builds a tax office: "Built yourself a tax office, (player's name)? That was a calculated move! Ha ha ha ha!"

"You got any hobbies, (player's name)? I'm into lots of things: golf, tennis, basketball, beating you at this game…"

DORK I am going to lovingly push him into a locker. This was the blueprint for "You just got a-Luigi'd!"

After building an estate agency: "I bet Princess Daisy'd be really impressed if I owned a few more shops! Help me out, estate agency!"

One of the most favourite moments for Luigi/Daisy enjoyers. Because it really is cute! He just wants to impress her!

Going bankrupt: "Bankrupt!? I'm gonna get laughed right out of the Mushroom Kingdom!"

highlighting this one just because every time I read it all I can think of is "they're beating my ass in the QRTs"

Daisy to player: "If you win, (player's name), maybe I'll invite you on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Sarasaland!" Luigi's response: "Wow, what a prize, (player's name)! I wish I was in your shoes!" Daisy to player: "Yay! You got your salary, (player's name)! I guess that means you'll drop by my shop soon, right?" Luigi's response: "Wow, Princess Daisy! You're good…"

THIS. MAN. IS. ALSO. SMITTEN. I find it so funny that both Mario and Luigi are so head over heels for their respective princess GFs.

Waluigi to player: "Hope you're comfortable in last place, (player's name), 'cause that's where you belong!" Luigi's response: "Knock it off, Waluigi! I'm pretty sure you're the one who belongs in last place!" Waluigi: "Luigi, (player's name)… Is there anyone they DON'T let into this thing?" Luigi's response: "Ha ha! You're one to talk, Waluigi! How did YOU get on the guest list?"

LUIGI, KILL!!!!

More of the Waluigi / Luigi rivalry, and it's interesting to see someone who is usually more timid and soft spoken like Luigi be so confrontational and angry addressing someone who is clearly getting on his nerves. Waluigi seems to be one of the few people who can really push his buttons like that.

Mario to player: "Nice job, (player's name)! You're a real hero - just like Mario!" Luigi's response: "I wish Mario would call me a hero sometime…"

The post I linked before delves a bit more into this, but Luigi has a couple of dialogue lines about wishing Mario would think more highly of him. It doesn't come across as out of spite or disdain; it just reads as a younger sibling wishing he could impress his big brother who he looks up to. But as we all know, Mario clearly thinks the world of Luigi and he even shows it in this game;

Mario to Luigi: "Great job, Bro! Ha ha! You're my hero!"

They care about each other and I will hear NO arguments.

#snake talks #smb #mario #luigi #I surprisingly think I had a lot more to say about Mario than luigi here LOL but this was fun to do! #Mario analysis #fortune street

[mikyur]

Boy with no eyes~

Yandere oc x Fem/Reader

Warnings: hurt reader, Yandere literally without eyes, yandere things in general.

It's been a few days since you were at this man's house, you had a broken leg and he found you in the forest and decided to take care of you until you're ready to go home.

It all started when you had the incredible idea of ​​going for a walk in the forest, you wanted to get out of your stressful routine and took advantage of your vacation from work to do it.

But you didn't expect to be so unlucky and fall right into a rusty bear trap that didn't want to get off your back at all, resulting in you being in pain for a long time and losing blood until you passed out and woke up in a room you had never seen in your life and next to you a man with reasonably long black hair, who was wearing an open dark blue coat, giving you a very good view his abdomen but what caught his attention the most was that he was wearing some bandages on his face, specifically where his eyes were.

And now you were here, in the house of this man who didn't want to give his name, being looked after by him until your leg got better and you admit to yourself that it's not that bad.

So you've lived here a long time? .You ask as he cleans your foot wound.

...yes... He responds quietly, as he normally does, he is a guy of few words just saying what is necessary.

I understand, but... it must be difficult to live in the forest alone, especially with your condition and such... You speak carefully so as not to offend him or anything like that.

He stops what he's doing, and you worry that you might have offended him with your comment, but then he responds.

I'm not alone now.

He responds more quietly than usual but you listen and don't react for a while but then you laugh a little and agree with him.

Yes, yes, I'm here now for now

You see him going back to doing his 'job' of cleaning his wound and you start to wonder again who he is, why he lives in the forest alone, and most importantly, what happened to his eyes? But you don't ask out loud of course, since ever since you woke up and talked to him for the first time you've realized how secretive he is about himself.

I can't wait to go home, I'm already missing the city's pollution. You say laughing, but as always he doesn't react and you make a slight face.

I talk too much, don't I? So you ask out of fear that he will find you boring and noisy.

No, I like listening to you, sorry if it doesn't seem like it .He says and takes the new bandages to put on your foot.

No problem, I was just afraid of being just a nuisance to you, since I just lie here and you take care of me without mentioning that I talk too much.

I don't care, you can rest assured.

Ok... but this time can I help you at least put the ribbons on the bandage?

It's okay, you can help, even though I can do it alone.

Yes, I know you can do it yourself sir independent, but I want to help at least a little. You say, laughing a little at his words and then help him with the bandages on his foot.

Are you sure my foot is broken? It's just that it looks like he didn't break it and just tore the ligaments. It wasn't the first time you said that to him, and he always said the same thing to you.

I may not see it but I understand injuries and I'm sure it's broken, now I'm going to make dinner. He says, getting up from the chair with the first aid kit in his hand and heading towards the door.

Just rest a little ok? And then he leaves, closing the door and leaving you alone looking at your bandaged foot.

Is it really broken?

Sorry if there are any translation errors, my translator is making errors because of the internet, so any errors apologies 7w7

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x female reader #yandere No eyes #yandere oc x female reader #yanderes x reader #yandere x y/n

[chewyjellycable]

oooo you want to talk about dele on tumblr soo bad ooooooo

I CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER ACTUALLY RAMBLED ABOUT THEM ON HERE OH MY GOOOD I NEED TO FIX THIS. (Edit: This is a lie I did it once and entirely forgot about it. There's a lot more info in this one, though feel free to check the other one even if there's repeat information!!)

Anyways here's a list of things about Bredele de Cassonade I think y'all should know (with many accompanying links):

Bredele is intersex (designated AFAB though), and (kind of) identifies as Agender! They use They/He/Zem, but are fine with any other pronouns. It doesn't matter if you use masc, fem, or androgenous terms for them!!

Unlike Langue, they found their identity very easily since they really didn't care what they aligned with. It all felt silly to them. Langue would dog on them about not being "girly enough", but even then they didn't feel like a ""real girl"" (their body always functioned oddly due to being intersex), so! They're not!

They like growing their hair out and letting their facial hair grow in, but they rarely get to do that because of work. They did have longer hair in their school years before they chopped it off for the sake of their job. They let their stubble grow in when they're on vacation, though!!

Though when it comes to relationship, they CANNOT for the life of them figure out what they like. They last assigned themself to be asexual and androromantic, but even they're not sure. It's hard for them to decipher a lot of things emotionally, especially relationships with others.

They currently hold ""possible relationship interest"" in Milk, Espresso, and Cream Cheese Tea.

Their pet is called Ditzboard, who's a ditzy little thing who trip and falls and does all manner of clumsy things but never drops its documents!!

Autism. They bit things as a child and still do sometimes when under stress. They get overstimulated, they hate the sound of their own heartbeat, they have specific tastes in food and textures, they have shutdowns (and meltdowns), they don't understand social cues very well outside of what they've had to teach themself... They also do a lot to themself to make themself feel ALIVE, though I won't specify what here.

They've held an interest in doctors since they were a kid. Hell, as a kid their favorite game series was Trauma Center. Much like how Langue played Ace Attorney when they were younger. :] Both DS games!! I like to think they shared a DS as kids.

Dele also has a keen interest in blood. It may be morbid, but they love thinking about it. It's not that they'd harm anyone for it, absolutely not, but the red fluid is something they think about and it fascinated them endlessly. They'll be bleeding and think of the blood and how it will clot and what it looks like on his skin whilst treating the injury. (They also don't have many to talk about this interest in for obvious reasons.)

Despite their visual differences, Langue and Bredele do get mistaken for each other sometimes!! Dele gets flattered, Langue gets offended.

Dele is ONE inch taller than Langue, and was born moments after Langue was. The lawyer SEETHES at the fact that Dele is better in ANY capacity. Langue will take anything they can get to prove they're better than him.

Langue's jealousy runs deep. Being the louder and more emotional of the two, they're one of Dele's worst critics. They'll lie to zem, bicker with zem, but at the end of the day they're siblings and Dele wouldn't give that up for the world. Langue, however... It's hard to say if they'd truly give up much for zem.

Bredele has learned mending magic from the spare few times they've visited Parfaedia. He's not very magically gifted, so he'll take what he can get!! Besides, it's very useful for equipment (and Langue's glasses when those crack and break too much to reform quickly).

They think Dasani Bottled Water is very unhealthy compared to other types of water bottles due to the lies Langue has told him.

BACK ON THE EMOTIONAL PROCESSING. Dele cannot cry. Well, they CAN, but it's very hard for them to. They can go through the world ending and there's only a chance that they could. A lot of negative emotion just gets numbed out and they can't express it unless it just gets to be Too Much, and even then it's just. So. Difficult. At a younger age, they were called a monster for being so "emotionless".

#chewy ask #oc tag #crob oc #cr oc #bredele de cassonade cookie #langue de chat cookie #chewy lore #cw blood #doctor-sunshine-is-dead #chewy art

[souryogurt64]

I’m so tempted to go to the last show but I already went to Saturday’s show and my mom will most likely not let me go because she’ll say that I already went. Might fuck around and ask my dad to get us tickets because I need to see this last show….

I am really sorry to trauma dump on your ask specifically, and this doesn't really seem like it's your situation. But. I've been wanting to tell you guys this happened last month. I didn't really know how because it was so extreme, even for me usually. But I get a lot of kids venting to me about their parents in my inbox. Just in general, but especially a bunch lately regarding Fall Out Boy concert ticket drama. So I guess this is a cautionary tale and advice for any kid following me with emotionally abusive parents who is having a hard time getting to whatever show on this tour, because I think there's got to be at least ten of you following me

Backstory, I'm 24 and got my first "real" job in February. It's like. An actual job that pays well and has health insurance and time off and benefits and stuff. I never thought this was achievable for me. This came very out of nowhere and was a huge shock to everyone.

My parents definitely did not think I was ever capable of doing this. I think they're kind of in a "denial" phase. They had me 100% convinced I was never going to be able to hold a job and I was always going to be dependent on them or homeless or something, IDK. Anyway, I’ve been there for almost 6 months, so I was taking my first vacation-- like my first-ever actual one with PTO-- to visit my friend and see Fall Out Boy.

My parents had offered to let me borrow the car to do this. They had been telling me everything was fine for months leading up to it. Stuff had been going fine between us for awhile. I delivered my mom’s favorite flowers for mother's day because I was on a business trip. Like a week before this I went out for a "really important" dinner with my dad and his boss and his boss' daughter as a "huge favor."

I also needed to be home that week anyway because I had to see my psychiatrist, and also it was my best friend from high school's 21st birthday. And my parents have 2 cars, my dad works from home and my mom works at a school a 5 minute walk from our house and it was July. So it made no logistical sense for me to get a rental. But if they hadn't offered or been okay with me taking the car, I would have said "Ok, no problem."

Anyway, as soon as I got off the Metra, I knew something was weird. They made me drive and my mom was screaming and gasping and saying I was driving "crazy" and "too fast" when I was going 20 below the speed limit. Also that my sunglasses "weren't safe" for driving. But instead of taking them off, I had to wear hers. She did this when I was a kid and I got anything nice like a sleepover or a Girl Scouts trip or something. She was trying to pick a fight that she could progressively escalate, and then tell me I couldn't go because of something I did or said. And sure enough, when I tried saying no to one of her weird power plays, she started saying I had to do it or I wouldn't see Fall Out Boy.

Except I'm not a kid anymore so this was meaningless. Once we got home I tried to disappear but my dad wanted us to "talk it out." It kept escalating because my mom was fake crying and saying she didn't know anything about the concert until the night before and wasn't okay with me taking the car. Which was all a lie. I started to get pretty agitated, because it was gaslighting in a non-post-ironic sense, and she started filming me. This was something she did a lot when I was younger.

I had been trying my best to ignore her. At this point though, I felt this was going to go on for however many hours it took for there to be some kind of insane drama, and my dad was going to enable it.

Again if they hadn't wanted me to take the car, that would've been fine. But by offering to let me take the car and then pulling this, they tricked me into a situation where getting to Fall Out Boy was either going to be a very prolonged and horrible emotional nightmare, or a a very expensive logistical nightmare. It was also about trying to punish me for going and make my special first vacation-slash-Fall-Out-Boy-Extravaganza as miserable and stressful as possible, I think, which definitely worked.

So anyway, she starts filming me saying I'm being hysterical and out of control. I was pretty upset but I was just sitting at the table and kind of crying.

I was holding a glass of water, so I stood up and threw the water at her. At this point I think everything went off the deep end. I don't want to get into all of it, but there was a lot of screaming. Other highlights included my dad grabbing a knife laying on the counter (lol) and me shattering the actual glass. Then things started getting very physical so I kicked my dad in the balls as hard as I could. After that my mom started trying to call the cops so she could try to get them to take me to the psych ward in a cop car again but I said some stuff that scared her into stopping.

So for anyone following me who's younger and has parents with like mental issues or is in an abusive household. There is nothing you can do to prove to your parents they should "let" you go. There is no magic age where you will be "old enough" to leave the house or do things. There is no GPA you can achieve or degree or even job you can get that will make your parents okay with you going places and doing things. There is nothing you can do to earn it. It is never going to happen.

You just need to get out as soon as you can and minimize contact. Better yet, find a way to go to concerts anyway. I had money and access to a car but I was afraid of drama and thought if I just tried hard enough someday they'd let me go. They were never going to. Just go to the concert anyway and ignore whatever drama happens and know it will be over eventually. The fact that you went will matter way more in three years.

My honest advice to any teenage girl whose parents won't let them go to a concert is this: Literally any slightly older boy will take you to a concert if you buy him a ticket. Do not mention anything about your parents not knowing because they will get paranoid. Be safe, only do this with people you know and trust, do not have sex with anyone, and use your best judgement about the kind of people you hang out with. But this is your best bet. Sneak out if you have to.

But as an example, my friend worked at Jimmy John's in high school and college. All her coworkers were guys and some of them were college aged. We'd go to their Dungeons and Dragons sessions. Literally any one of them would've gladly taken a free ticket to see Fall Out Boy, and none of them would've done anything weird. I could've just told my parents I was sleeping over at her house and not said anything. She could've gone too and then I could've actually spent the night at her house. It would've all been fine. I was just too scared of my parents to do anything like that. If it's on a weeknight just sneak out and deal with it or say you're working and don't come home. Make sure you go to school the next day though.

Also I had money and worked a lot but my parents were really obsessive about my bank account. If you're in a situation like that, just ask your job to start giving you checks, open an account at another bank, and start cashing only some of them there. It's hard and scary and a lot of responsibility, but it's easier than you think, and it's worth it. The people at the bank will help you, just don't mention your parents because they'll get paranoid. (The earlier you start doing this the better--I'm 24 and dealing with the bank drama now and it's way worse than if I had thought about this 8 years ago). You deserve to do things like this and you should not feel guilty about it

Just your gut. Do not sleep over or get drunk/high with a guy unless it's someone you really know and trust. If you're going anywhere with someone just actually be friends with them first. Also do not do this with guys that are too much older either, because they're definitely going to be weird. But if you're 17 and give a 19 year old friend-of-a-friend a free ticket to Fall Out Boy, they'll gladly drive you. If you're in college, just be smart, and be safer than you think you need to be. But this advice applies to a lot of like 18-20 year olds too. Good luck haha

[bowtiesnmusicals]

Here is my recap of the second episode of the And That's What You Really Missed podcast.

Justin Timberlake too busy to be Mr. Shue.

Jane Lynch like character kept rolling around as a character.

Casting room was super stereotypical...men in gray suits with note pads.

Ryan would try to talk first.

Ryan first met Lea while he was working with Johnathan Groff on Pretty Handsome. Lamented that she couldn't get an audition on a CW show.

Lea was always the frontrunner for Rachel and it kind of was written for her.

Ryan had worked with Amber before as well.

Let it be Kevin. Running joke between Kevin and Ryan.

Whitney Houston agreed to play the part Eve played in season 1.

Ryan tried to create roles for Jennifer Lopez and Anne Hathaway.

Ryan has gotten death threats because of the Turkey Lurkey Time song.

Ryan's one regret is not doing a Taylor Swift tribute episode.

The Michael shoot was the worst shoot. It was long and hard.

Jenna was told to take a vacation and that was why she wasn't on the Michael episode. She needed it for her mental health.

The thing that Ryan loves the most in his life is creating a world and entering into it.

He turned his childhood bedroom into Studio 54. When Grace Kelly died he wanted to paint his room the color of her eyes. It was a way to escape his pain as a tortured picked on gay kid.

Creating television shows lets him create a whole world.

Glee needed to be poppy and bright.

Ryan has really bad OCD.

He will stay up until 2 am researching different patterns and colors.

Working on something about Truman Capote.

Glee was the start of Ryan's funko pop doll phase.

Each character has their own likes and dislikes when it comes to how they look and what they wear.

Ryan has very specific rules when he creates things.

Tina was shy but secretly tough and her clothes were like armor.

Sue was the best role ever because she always got to be comfortable wearing a tracksuit

Glee was the island of misfit toys.

There were 5 different versions of Don't Stop from the first episode.

No one wanted to do Don't Stop because it had just been done on the Sopranos. Ryan wouldn't take no for an answer because the song had been important to him as a kid.

Drama club was Ryan's safe space.

Everybody knows what it is like to be misunderstood, unseen, and bullied.

Vitamin D came about because Ryan would get a boost of energy whenever he took a Claritn D for allergies.

Everyone was pushed to challenge themselves.

Lean in to the good times.

Glee is a love letter to musical artists and misfits in high school.

The thing I am embarrassed about myself is the thing I should be celebrating.

Re-examine glee as a brand. Should we do a reboot or a musical? Ryan wants to do it in a positive way.

The cast got to feel appreciated and like they belonged for the first time.

Everyone in show business is there because they feel unloved.

The cast was given the option to not be in The Quarterback.

They did it for Cory. They hoped they would find some closure.

Looking back Ryan would never have done it now. It was too soon. It was too raw and emotional.

When Cory passed they had two choices..do they cancel the show or go on.

There is no right answer.

How do you address what happened? Do you pretend it didn't happen? Does the character die off camera?

Ryan ultimately decided to pay tribute to Cory and Finn.

Ryan helped Cory with an intervention. Cory visited Ryan on the set of The Normal Heart. He came to fire island and spent time with Ryan. A few days later Cory died.

Ryan asked for a grief counselor on set. No one talked to the grief counselor.

Ryan watched the episode once, edited it, and never looked at it again.

No one was ready to talk about it. Everyone was very close and protective of each other. At one point Kevin just got out of the wheelchair and walked off the set and lost it.

Cast had to juggle managing a brand and job with losing their friend.

If this happened now Ryan would have done things differently and would have had everyone take a year off.

Part of the reason they kept going was for the crew.

Did the best with what they could.

Kevin blocked it out of his memory.

Talked to everybody to see if they wanted to sing a song or what they wanted to do.

If glee was being made today Ryan would have taken a break and maybe not come back.

No one wants to touch the show out of respect for Naya and Cory.

Ryan tried to be a leader. Everyone wanted to be together and it just made sense to go to work and be together.

Ryan hated the idea of the students graduating and moving some of them to New York. The show maybe should have ended with graduation.

Ryan wouldn't change anything but he does have regrets. Wished that he had more meetings with the cast to see where everyone was at and to just check in with everyone.

Ryan learned a lot from Glee.

Ryan wants to come back to talk about other episodes.

Amber turned Ryan on to Adele. Kevin told Ryan about Lady Gaga.

Never let anyone do a podcast like this but Kevin and Jenna because he trusts them.

The podcast will start with them going through the narrative of the episodes and then talking about the crazy tiktok rumors.

They want to bring on some of the artists covered on glee and talk to them.

Ryan wants to a true/false segment. Also a segment of we did this right/we really fucked this up.

Next week will be the recap of the pilot.

#and that's what you really missed #jenna ushkowitz #kevin mchale #ryan murphy

[symptoms-syndrome]

I wouldn't say I'm usually a jealous person. I used to be, and some other parts still are, but I as a part am not and generally I don't think we behave in ways that would show others that we're prone to envy.

But there's this one person in our ~circles~ (IRL, so if you're reading this you're not them) who for some reason makes my heart just bubble up with hostility and jealousy. They're big into "online activism," and claim to be an activist IRL, but I've worked with them a couple of times and they're never...helpful or constructive or whatever. They take lots of pictures to post to Instagram to prove they were at The Thing and wax poetic about how Helping The Community is their calling and makes their heart sing etc etc etc. But generally they want lots of credit without the work. Another example is how they always say they'll be at planning meetings, and then every meeting some personal emergency comes up and they can't make it, only for them to finally show up once the work is all over to take pictures and brag to Facebook/Instagram/etc.

And the thing is, normally that's whatever. It's super irritating, sure, but it's not particularly unusual. But this person in particular fundraises THOUSANDS of dollars every other month or so, plus smaller fundraisers literally every week and sometimes more. I went back and checked, and they raised over $25k for overdue rent two months ago (and a bunch more times for various other rents every few months before) and they raised like $7k last week to move into a new apartment, $2k to go on vacation, etc etc etc, almost every day they post a "pls buy me an Uber to work and $ for lunch" post and consistently get them funded.

And like. It makes me so, so jealous. Because I do the work! I work my ass off! I volunteer and work side jobs and gig jobs for things I'm personally passionate about in local activism, and as much as I wish I could make that my primary job (and I'm working on it) I still need to work a full time job for my rent and living expenses. I've posted similar mutual aid posts a few times before, and I'm lucky if they get a fraction of what this person asks for (or rather, often demands! They regularly say that it's people's "duty and responsibility" to "care for their most vulnerable members" by funding them) on the regular.

I'm just like??? What's the secret??? They post posts bragging about the $500 cosplay they got and then hours later post about how they need $2k to get out of debt, which gets fully funded within days and then they're back to posting about a lavish lifestyle. I don't even want or need a lavish lifestyle! I don't need a million dollar house! I don't need a walk in closet of nice clothes! My loftiest goal needs what they manage to fundraise in like a month to be achieved!

And they're so mean about it too...like when I've gotten donations I've tried to bend over backwards to make sure they know how much of a difference it makes to me and how much I appreciate it. But they're just entitled about it. Someone pointed out that a certain ask they had could be considered fraud and they literally made a huge fuss about calling them a racist for assuming they knew more than them (which. It was fraud. Or would have been, if they'd been able to achieve it. That was an ask that was six figures at the low end so. I won't go into specifics on a public blog just in case but friends can gossip w me IDC) and it's just like...why do so many people give so much money to someone who's so rude to them. Not to mention that showing up to like, any of the events they claim to be at would make it obvious they don't actually contribute very much.

#at this point it isnt even mu+ual a!d like where is the mutual. go girl give us nothing!!! #theres also some other shady stuff they do but that's not for this blog either #for context. I'm poor LMAO I've always been poor i know people need support sometimes but this is not it

[silverplatters]

@c23tasks 004. maxine talks about her family. content and trigger warnings: death, body image issues, eating disorders, narcissism.

WHAT WAS YOUR CHILDHOOD LIKE? WHO RAISED YOU?

"not unlike most childhoods, except for the luxurious lifestyle. there were good moments, bad moments, and moments that mustn't have been important because they'd been forgotten. i distinctly remember the scent of honeydew melon wafting around the house. that was my mother's favorite reed scent. i wouldn't say i particularly had a fun childhood overall, but it wasn't miserable relative to my social circle's childhoods. i'd use the words fine and expected."

"from the ages of one to five, my parents were a clean 50/50 in raising me. i remember this because i was six when they hired a new maid—petra—to take care of me, specifically as i was growing older and attending school. that was when the house started to get a little busy. we all had our own routines. i remember spending most of my childhood with petra, since my father worked all day and came home in the evenings, and my mother… to be honest, i never really knew what my mother did during the day. she didn't have a job. all i remember is how we would spend weekends together, up until i was fifteen, teaching me how to smile and brush my hair with a denman brush in front of the mirror for hours on end."

"since i was a child, my father always asked me how my day went during dinnertime. he always liked to steer conversations into academics. and choosing friends wisely. and work, of course. he'd mostly talk about work, wherever we were. at home, vacationing in south korea, spending our sundays at the country club. he'd play pool or poker if he wasn't talking about work. those were his only hobbies, and to be honest, he wasn't very good at either of those things. sometimes, you only get to be good at one thing in life. but i don't think he cared. i think he just enjoyed the essence of it."

"petra was the person i saw and interacted with the most during my childhood. she'd be the one to wake me up, dress me, make breakfast for me, and send me off to school. we'd watch television together in the afternoons, and she'd help me with my homework. she was the loveliest woman i'd ever met. she had children of her own, too—two boys who lived back in their hometown. when i was ten, she taught me how to make a slingshot, and i broke one of our celadon vases. my mother didn't let that go for two years."

ANY SIBLINGS? DO YOU STILL TALK?

"none that i know of."

WHO DO YOU CONSIDER FAMILY?

"none to speak of."

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE MORE?

"my mother. i have everything she has, except for my father's nose. her hair, lips, eyes, body—it's all from her. i think that's why she was incredibly… protective of how i looked. she never hid the disappointment and irritation on her face when i so much as had a single strand of stray hair across my forehead. or how she'd pinch my skin as a sign that i was getting fuller, by her standards."

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE MORE LIKE?

"my father. though, to be clear, it isn't anything to be proud of. i don't think i'm a raging narcissist. i've got that, at least."

DO YOU HAVE CHILDREN?

"absolutely not."

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FAMILY MEMBER?

"when i was younger, definitely my father. relative to my mother, he made a genuine effort to bond with me. or, at least, that's how i thought it was back then. he humored my nonsensical questions as a child and my more genuine curiosities as a teenager. he had the answers to everything, and i appreciated that."

"i never got the sense that my mother ever liked me as a person. even as a child. though, to her credit, my feelings of being born to be corrected didn't just stem from her. i felt that from my father, too, but in a completely different way. my mother always viewed me as something that needed to be strapped to a table and tinkered to perfection, while my father took on the role of a … whose every word was law. he influenced a lot of my worldviews and how i think. he's the reason why my english name is maxine. he chose that for me."

WHAT ABOUT YOUR LEAST FAVORITE?

"between the spineless man who lied to his family about being a mutant and was complicit in a flurry of human rights violations for decades—which, in turn, endangered his daughter and left her to fix the calamitous mess he left behind, and the narcissist who very clearly didn't want a child and, at several times, openly displayed her disdain through her endless criticisms of my arms, my belly, my legs…"

"…at least my mother hated me to my face. i appreciate the honesty."

DOES YOUR FAMILY HAVE ANY SECRETS?

"my family is built from all the truths we'd covered and forgotten."

"my father lived half a life until the day he died for reasons i can't quite accept. i can't accept the fear he felt, even if i have that same fear. i'm carrying it for him now, too. i can't accept his greed, even if i'm just as fearful of losing everything i have, as meaningless as they are. it's all very grecian, really. "

"my mother wanted to be an artist in a family of doctors who clawed their way out of poverty through intellect and hard work. i only know this because the last time i visited her hometown, her old paintings were thrown out of their house because they were soaked and mottled. it must have been maddening to have never had a voice your entire life."

"i can see why they were a perfect match. she was waiting to blossom, and he had a knack for blooming. and along the way… it all went wrong."

"when my father died, so did my mother. anyone can tell there's nothing behind her eyes anymore. she lives alone in our old house. doing nothing. speaking to no one. i tried—heaven knows i tried. it was the only time i've ever begged for my mother. i felt alone during that time. i felt, ironically, powerless."

"she loved him more than anyone or anything else in the world, and that will never change. even after i'd told her how my father lied to us both. after i'd told her i was just like him. because maybe that would've swayed her. she told me not to ruin what was left in her mind about her husband."

"the secret that encompasses all of this, i think, is that i don't have a family anymore."

#c23task #weavings﹒all the wolves lick your cuts clad in prada #death tw #body image tw #eating disorder tw #narcissism tw

[concubuck]

Completely curious anon ooc, what is the toilet a reference to with the cal conversation? I'm taking it too literally and cannot understand what's going on. I'm genuinely reading and wanna know cuz my brain takes a lot too literally.

((He's talking about sexual partners. Their conversation started because an anon was like "I'm going to make it so that I'm the ONLY sex partner you want," and that worried Cal. Buck's reply is, "the idea of someone making me only want to sleep with one sex partner is just as ridiculous as someone making me only want to use one toilet."

Most people have sex out of sexual desire and attraction—which is what the anon was getting at when he said he'd make it so Alastor only wants him, like, I'll make it so that I'm the only person you're attracted to. But as a succubus, who Alastor sleeps with isn't a matter of sexual desire. It's an irritating biological function he has to perform several times a day—just like using a toilet.

When you need to go, your priorities are "what's the nearest easy-to-access toilet?" At home, you'll use the home toilet. At work or school, you'll go to the public toilet down the hall. If you're walking down the street, you'll think: "Is there a restroom at the destination I'm walking to? Is there a shop nearby where I can use a stall and then buy a cheap snack? Is there a portapotty nearby—and if there is, is it clean enough to use, or should I hold it til I get to my destination?"

You're not going to hold it in for another two hours just so you can drive across the town to a really pretty restroom with decorative tiles and floral hand soap. If you're already in that area, you might choose that restroom over nearby ones, but ONLY if it's convenient. When you decide you want to use a toilet, you wanna be able to reach it in under five minutes, use it in under five minutes, and get back to your life.

Same with Alastor and sex partners. He doesn't think who's prettiest or whose company do I enjoy the most or who gives me the best sex? His top priority is who can I screw the fastest? Who's nearby? Is there anyone active on Lustinder who's interested in a hook-up and less than a mile away? Is there a glory hole nearby? Does he have a repeat sex partner he can call on? He goes for whatever's easiest.

Which is why he scoffs at people who go "I'll make it so you only want to sleep with me." First off, sex is only as valuable as a piss to him: then there's NEVER gonna be a toilet SO IMPRESSIVE that he'd change his life to revolve around getting to only pee in that toilet—and never a sex partner so impressive either.

And second, what if somebody said to you "after you use this toilet, you'll never be able to use any other toilet ever again" and meant it literally? You'd never use that one specific toilet! Only being able to use one toilet would pretty damn well ruin your life, because you could never travel farther than like 20 minutes away from it. No going on vacation, no moving to another town—hell, even going to a long movie in a town a half mile away is risky, because you've gotta use the toilet immediately before you go and then the moment the movie's over you've gotta drive back holding it the whole time because you can't go while you're at the theater—like that sounds miserable, doesn't it? Being trapped close to your toilet?

Alastor spends anything from a day to a week outside the Pride ring several times a month. If he could only sleep with one partner, he'd have to give up traveling to other rings and quit his job on Earth. If he DID try to travel, after a few hours he'd be so miserable he'd have to go home.

To most people, "After you sleep with me you won't want to sleep with anyone else" is a sexy pick-up line that means I'm a better fuck than anyone you'll ever meet. To Alastor, it's a threat to destroy his freedom, combined with an outrageous declaration of arrogance—what makes you think ANYBODY'S sex could EVER be that valuable to me, much less YOURS?—and, on top of that, it shows off just how little they understand HIM if they think he'd find the idea of only fucking one person sexy instead of terrifying.

That's why he compares it to using a toilet. It conveys that his biological need is so important—and the object that meets the need is so UNimportant—that it's impossible/absurd for ONE PERSON to meet that need; so Cal shouldn't worry about anybody "replacing" him just by being good at sex. Friends are more important than fancy toilets.))

#anonymous #ask #ooc

[girltomboy]

My bf came to visit me last week, and we spent 4 days together. I took time off work specifically for that. It was great to see him again, we visited our friend, went out to celebrate our anniversary, went grocery shopping together, cooked celery soup together, and stayed in. Unfortunately I got a cold 2 days into our little home vacation type thing, and he had to take care of me, but it felt good to have him here. As soon as he got back home he started showing symptoms too, but his wasn't as bad as mine. He said he'd start applying to jobs again when he gets back home, hopefully that happens this week. I'm scared that if he gets a job we won't be able to go on holiday together this summer. He also tried to gaslight me and his mom that he never said he'd study/take exams this semester if he gets a job, which isn't true and I have the texts to prove that. Maybe he's backpedaling now because he's scared, and I get that he's had enough of this university, but he can't go back on his word by lying. Not when he's perpetually stuck in freeze mode like this, just doing nothing at all ever. I'm catastrophizing because I'm tired, haven't had enough food or water today, too much screen time, took a nap until 6pm and I got that awful Sunday feeling anndddd possibly some PMS as well. AND my bf did not call me at all and barely texted me. If I don't go on discord nowadays we don't spend time together at all, and if we do he doesn't talk to me and just sits on his laptop. Like, the weekend just ended and we didn't do anything together, he only called me to say goodnight, how can you even say "I miss you" to me and make that little of an effort to spend time with me? Again, I'm not in the best state rn. But that doesn't make anything I said any less true.

I finished the first season of Six Feet Under today, and watched the first episode of the second one. I love this show, it's deranged and funny and honest. I love that it's old. I'm obsessed with Frances Conroy, and would you believe that when I started watching I didn't imagine that I'd come to love her character so much? She and David have the most interesting arcs so far. I'm so excited to keep watching, I can't believe it's taken me this long, I'm talking over a decade, to decide to watch it.

#i might just go to bed now though

[emcant]

Batfic concept: What I Learned On My Summer Vacation

Several disclaimers: I have never actually written a fanfic. I'm a hair too old and sheltered to have gotten both into it and good at it; my skill set does not reflect my age, and I'd like to rectify that.

Batman: TAS swept me off my feet about five years ago. Ever since I fall asleep thinking about the blorbos, and I can't sleep tonight. One of the other can'ts that my handle refers to is "draw" - I'd like to learn, mostly to sketch these out. But I have already seen such an explosion of talent since rejoining tumblr that I think this is better offered to you as is. Please, take this and run with it! You can do a better job than I can.

The Jarley dynamic is 1000% radioactive and I do not condone it in the slightest - but I grew up in a verbally ab*sive household. I have heard my parents say things to me that the Joker says to her. I live for early Harley's little "this isn't right" moments, her gradual but ever growing realization that she's worth more. I'm thrilled she got written out and into happiness, but I recognize her most- and need her most- under this specific kind of duress.

Word count: Up to you (nsfw also up to you)

Pairing: the Joker/Harley Quinn

Summary:

Dick, as Nightwing, gives a presentation in the Batcave about his new intel on the Joker and Harley. He evidently just tangled with them and returned unhurt. He's as confused as anyone else, and is frankly unsure he has any valuable new info. Mostly he's here to talk it out.

A few days earlier, much to his chagrin, he got called away from something important to speed after a crime in progress. This is early Nightwing as well; he is less than pleased at still being at Bruce's beck and call. Facing traffic on the main roads, he elects to speed through a back road on the way to a campsite. This works grandly - until he encounters an RV with an open passenger side door. Unable to stop the bike in time, he slams into the door with enough force to pull it off of its hinges. He flies, briefly, and lands firmly on his back.

And all that's around him is laughter. Briefly. It cuts short, and into a vehement "Do NOT do that!" the second he tries to sit up. Eyes focusing, he takes in the Joker, smothering giggles outside the driver's side, and Harley looking terrified and approaching him like he's a wounded animal. Neither of them are costumed.

This situation is the last thing any of them want. All of them assume that Dick's been concussed. Harley eases him out of his helmet; the Joker passes him a pair of sunglasses off of his person. Even though he's costumed and likely has a wallet on him, they are suspiciously un-keen to figure out who he is. The Joker disappears with the bike and helmet, hurls them over the side of the road and empties an entire clip of bullets into them with a silenced pistol, partly as a message but mostly from frustration. Harley retrieves or constructs a neck brace for Dick and opens a side door to let the hyenas out. With her around, they leave him alone.

On the Joker's return, they very gently get Dick into the master bed, and proceed down the road as they had been. Dick is conscious but extremely confused. They mostly talk to each other: this sucks and they both hate it, but "we agreed". Dick asks: What did they agree? This is their vacation: no business, and business includes winding each other up. No raised voices, no manhandling, no insults - if someone gets pissed off, they're to walk it off and come back happy. As far as they're concerned, they've just got an extra guest now; they won't do anything bad to him because, for all intents and purposes, Batman doesn't even exist. Both of them hate this but are trying to make it work.

Mostly, they came out to see a rarer meteor shower, so they have the rest of the day and all of daylight tomorrow as time to kill. Things ensue. Teaching Bud and Lou new tricks (they nip the Joker hard enough to draw blood but he's too proud that they pulled it off to notice), teaching Harley to count cards (she insists on making it strip poker when she wins), Harley teaching the Joker some basic acrobatics (he sucks and won't take Dick's input), figuring out a grill, day drinking. Consistently, there are opportunities for them to lash out at each other; as consistently, the instigator walks off and the other person talks to Dick about something else. Dick reflects that this side of them feels like visiting an aunt and uncle, but ones that are better seen in small doses.

(Side plot?: the Joker realizes that if he gets sunburned enough, he will not be recognizable, and achieves this in about 15 minutes. Now, like Dick and Harley, he can walk off camp without worrying about getting identified, and gloats about it a bit - but every motion hurts.)

(Side HCs: the RV is Chief O'Hara's retirement gift to himself. Also, this is the Joker's birthday weekend, so Harley might have gifts of a certain nature ready for him once they get to bed.)

Finally the meteor shower arrives. Dick has been stuck lying on his back this entire time - they are all a bit frightened to move his neck. More gently than you might expect, the rogues ease him outside so he doesn't miss the show. Why so gentle? Well, they've both been concussed (likely by him), and again, this is a vacation. He ought to be living it up too.

They watch the stars and talk about how the biggest privilege in Gotham is to be able to get out of Gotham. You really can't even see the night sky most of the time. They talk about their dads and what they wanted for them, and how frequently wrong that felt. They drink. (After a bit Dick presses them: really, nothing illegal? - then retrieves rolling papers and a small amount of weed from his costume. The Joker just about dies laughing. They share.)

Dick retires to the camper's bedroom again. The Joker and Harley set up cots under a mosquito net and sleep under them with the hyenas (maybe after doing some things that Dick really didn't need to overhear). The Joker wakes up to the hyenas whining, and briefly thinks that they can't figure out that they're already outside... until he sees a smoke plume in the distance. The bike! Worried that the road is closed, he hustles everyone into the RV and drives out of there like a bat out of hell. As they move, it becomes clear that they're passing into a forest fire. He must have set off a spark when he shot out the fuel tank.

And the facade falls. He comes clean. Harley didn't know he'd been packing this whole time: "what are you, crazy?". They shout at each other the rest of the way off the site - but ultimately come out unscathed, dropping Dick at the first city bus stop they see. Uncaring again. In media res.

But Dick feels different. Weird. Not like he's grown, necessarily, but like he's seen something he didn't know existed. If they can have passably normal times outside of the life, why can't he? He deserves happiness too - and, he realizes, his is almost certainly more genuine.

His presentation ends, in so many words, with "that was strange but I'm fine".

#tbh idek how to tag this #blorbos #batfics #batman tas #gotham rogues #jarley #nightwing

[steveskafte]

LIFE'S OTHER SIDE One of the most common tropes these days is "expectation versus reality". Everyone likes to joke about it, the times we discovered that what we imagined didn't quite match up to real life. I'm never sure if I come off better or worse when someone meets me face-to-face, but I'm often informed that I'm different in some specific way. "You're taller than I thought" is something that's said, or how I'm younger than they realized. I hear more neutral observations than negatives or positives, though an older woman on the street told me: "You're more handsome in person," which made me smile. The truth is, like all artists with an audience, I'm forging a certain parasocial relationship – a one-sided connection convincing strangers that they know me through my work. But no one ever knows me fully. The widest gulf between online and off is personality. Judging from my writing, a lot of folks think I'm terminally morose, just about to off myself at any moment. I even had a man show up at my door once, genuinely concerned that I was a suicide risk. Honestly, I see why he might think that. The content I create is often dark, intensely focused on desperation and death. There's no doubt that I'm obsessed with life's other side. But one of my favourite songwriters said it best, the late Mickey Newbury. "How many people have listened to my songs and thought: 'He must have a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a pistol in the other.' Well, I don't. I write my sadness." In another interview, Mickey referred to his process as "robbing the dragon". I've always loved the sound of that, like sneaking in and stealing something back to make it good. I'm a classic introvert at heart. I might not have a real conversation with anyone beyond my wife and family for weeks at a time, just a quick hello to the workers at the post office or grocery store. Community isn't something I miss – fully engaged with the adventure of exploring, capturing images, arranging thoughts into words, and sharing it with you. But when I do meet someone, I'm anything but tongue-tied. What an incredible experience it is, this human connection, that buzzing back-and-forth of two people usually buried in their own worlds. I'm certain some are taken aback at first contact, having imagined me like a hermit or recluse, devoid of social skills from years of isolation. But I love people in their tiny doses, will always easily talk too much until time runs out. I can't quit loving just how wonderful we can be with each other. None of my work would be possible if I weren't content with my company. Regularly, I'll hear from folks who profess a hatred for humanity, an appreciation for the remote cabins from my adventures, and a wish to live forever in such a place. I don't know whether to be flattered or frightened that they're telling me this, because discontent breeds misery when you go it alone. A couple winters ago, I met a recent transplant from Ontario, set up at a secluded cottage by the shore. He was middle-aged, recently on the run from a corporate job he despised. With no plans or hopes for the future, besides the vague eternal vacation of early retirement, he did little with his days but watch the money run out – brooding on time and love lost. Getting away from people will not solve your social ills, only narrow and magnify them down to emanating entirely from you. I'm not off in my own little world, I'm off in ours. We're in this together, even when we're in this alone. November 7, 2022 Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia Year 15, Day 5475 of my daily journal.

[deliciouslyfrightening]

So my dear tumblr people, let me tell you a secret. 

Today, I got laid-off from my job of 6 months. From the beginning my boss didn’t know what to do with me (marketing specialist) and he refused to provide me with analytics (we didn’t have a website and he insisted they don’t need it). So basically I was running FB ads and linking it to Etsy Shop. As well as updating Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and TikTok socials. 

Guess what? In Etsy Shop you can’t really track conversion that come specifically from Facebook (unless they buy that specific item which is advertised). 

How do I prove that I’m not a useless git that can bring conversions? I can’t. I could only share vanity metrics aka. social media success like hitting 15K views with reels or increasing Instagram following by 30%. 

It was an office job - I needed to stay there for 8 hours Monday-Friday. When I was new to the role it wasn’t a problem, but after 2 months I got hang of what I can do and what I can’t. I insisted 3 times that website would be a benefit for the company (the boss had hired the freelancer year ago to create a website, but website was never delivered), but boss insisted that we didn’t need website now, because we had too many orders as it is. Plus he said and I quote “I have decided that website is not a priority and you won’t change my mind”. 

Eh. Look, I knew that I wasn’t needed in the office from the get go. The business was doing well even without marketing specialist. 

How did I know that I was getting laid-off?

The boss was on vacation (two weeks ago). When boss returned (last Thursday) he looked quite tired. My gut feeling was telling me that something was coming, but in my mind I clarified that it must be my irrational response of seeing angry faces. I felt unexplained anxiety on the weekend. 

On Monday the boss asked to speak with me in his office. He looked tense and quite sad. Boss said that - I’m wasted in this role and I’m not improving my skillset and he didn’t know anything about marketing (nor anyone in the office) to help me out. The tension has left my body and I smiled at him. I nodded and said that I’m too disappointed that I couldn’t provide metrics that showed conversions and I emphasized that the advertisements weren’t done in vain, that some sales (from specific countries) have increased due to targeting. The boss was surprised by my calm demeanor (perhaps he was expecting the angry/sad response?), but still couldn’t meet my eyes. 

He said that I was a good and charming person and I will find new job in no time. That my role in company won’t be filled by any other and that after I improve my skillset in agencies he would hire me again for the higher price. Boss offered me to stay for 2 more months (even if legally he was required to keep me for 2 weeks after laid-off), as I look for job. I agreed and thanked him. 

I took his offer with grain of salt. The boss tends to change his opinion quite often. 

Two workers that knew about my laid-off (one of them will take-over social media after I’m gone) were spooked when I came to office in Tuesday (day after I was laid-off). Well I was still required to complete my week, y’kno? (Plus boss said that I can stay until I found new work). But I suppose most people are too ashamed or anxious to come to office after they were laid-off. But the thing was, I did nothing wrong, so what shame is there to feel? 

I did my job as usual, as well as saving up the helpful metrics to use in motivational letters. I felt incoming closure washing over me.

On Friday (today) boss looked at me and said “Don’t force yourself to be here.” and I answered “I’m not forcing myself, I’m working.” The boss asked me to come to his office after few hours. He said that he will pay me for next week and holidays, that he doesn’t want to waste my time further and I should write a request to leave job. I agreed. I joked that I wasn’t sure how to write it, because it was my first time getting laid off.

Our office is quite small so when boss (in content voice) asked for the sample of the document (one of the worker’s responsible for documents) - everyone heard. For me it wasn’t a problem, but the energy in the office became gloomy.

I had the good relationship with my co-workers, being youngest and friendly, eager to help with their computer problems. The oldest co-worker got angry at the boss. “That’s humiliating for her!” she said, the boss answered “Why you always find problems? She has cool nerves.” 

I wrote the request to leave the job. I brought it to the document co-worker. I thanked for the sample and smiled. I left saying the usual “Have a nice day” without any sentimental goodbyes.

I had small smile on. The tense muscles in my chest. The echo in my ears and the headache. Even if didn’t feel sadness, I felt disappointed at myself.  At the same time I was happy that I kept my cool and politeness on. That I looked as if it didn’t phase me.

I’m tired. My intuition was correct about getting laid-off. I was correct about reading people’s emotions. As I returned home, I was met with sad parents’ faces - they were saddened that I lost my job. I insisted that I’m fine and that they shouldn’t feel sad.

I went to sleep and woke up after 4 hours. Stress has left my chest, but it again increased right now as anxiety. Well, I hope bright future is awaiting me. Trying to be positive and I already reframed situation as a good one. I’m still tired emotionally. 

Writing down experiences is a good thing, it opens the opportunity or healing. I hope that will work it’s magic.

Thank you for reading.

#vent #laid-off #work environment #workplace #office struggles #marketing specialist #marketing #rant #storytime

[praxisia]

I hate my job.

I don’t even hate the work itself. It’s simple, it’s easy to remember, and most of the time I can do it by memory.

I don’t exactly hate the hours because I’d probably be up that late even if I wasn’t working a job that required it. I do hate the days I work because I can never get a weekend off, and I can barely do any errands on the two days off I usually get per week because I’m asleep when everyone else is awake.

The thing I hate about my job the most is the way it’s ran. My managers all seem behind the times in every regard even though they work with computers every day. My managers don’t seem to give a damn if they’re overworking people and specifically try to build in loopholes to make it easier to exploit us. My managers think we’re too stupid to notice and too nice or worried about keeping our jobs to bring it up. My managers make paradoxical rules that don’t make any sense and honestly costs them more money than it saves them, and they make blind criticisms of me and my coworkers.

I’ve shown up to my job an hour late twice in the last week. Once because I over slept and decided to not rush getting to work because fuck it, I’m already late. The second time I genuinely didn’t realize my manager scheduled me to come in an hour early for a day we aren’t usually busy on. I didn’t care, and continue to care in the negatives, because my managers don’t give a damn about trying to keep anyone.

I haven’t quit this job solely because of the pay, and I’m only trying to save up as much money as possible before I can finally move.

When I do quit, I’ll be using my saved up vacation time to sit home and do fuck all, and then I might just spend a little time unemployed and not rushing to get another job right away.

I think I’ll miss my coworkers. I may just miss the easy commute. I definitely won’t miss this job.

#work stuff