#and starts fucking shit up for lulz

[grox]

Someone in the replies of that death grips post brought up ween as being a meme band too and like. Yeah. But as someone who went to both ween and death grips this year the difference was palpable and the difference was upsetting. Ween wasnt being treated as a fucking, like, lookatme! fest, wasnt treated like a literal joke to be seen going to, they weren't throwing WATER BOTTLES at them, weren't making them end the concert early, and it genuinely, truthfully felt like everybody was there because they love ween, or at least like ween, and want to, see ween (Except for me, I went because I wanted to go to wisconsin.. But I was still fucking loving it!) Everybody was feeling themselves, and frankly thats because ween.. isnt black music. Black people couldn't get away with being ween. And thats what the post was fucking about, gecs, nin, none of that would be taken seriously if the musicians were black. Once a black artist whos just a liiiiittle bit experimental gets known the most fucking annoying white people in the world start latching on, liking shit "ironically", for the fucking lulz or whatever. Before arbitrarily deciding one day to turn around and say some shit like.. "Okay we talk shit buttt this shit smacks!!!!" Mf doom jpegmafia fuck man mario judah even X. The soundcloud rap empire. But death grips specifically there's just this HUGE fucking air of disrespect for the craft, the fucking PEOPLE behind it that's so fucking prevalent maybe its my fault for opening reddit but god damn these people are insane. How do none of these people ever stop for 1 second and just, like, consider: What would MC Ride think? Does he particularly enjoy seeing the 24th lollipop boy? Is he happy that theres people playing tech deck in the pit? And you should be considering this. How the fuck do you think he feels? It's his fucking concert! Somebody please kill anthony fantano!

[mixelation]

more on reborn au au (au squared) obito. technically includes plasticity spoilers?

okay so my goal in plasticity is NOT to "redeem" anyone or have anyone change their personal goals. so obito reincarnates and he still wants his moon's eye plan but also he is a little baby. i think i'll let both him and itachi keep their magic eyeballs but they don't have enough chakra to actually DO much with them until they're older (i guess like 12-13 bc that's when itachi was an ANBU captain, but it seems like neither of them should be able to be casually spamming mangekyou until they're adults)

however i think obito is uuuuuh easily distracted. like he can make a convoluted plan and carry it out-- he IS an uchiha thank you very much-- but also he's going to get sidetracked by just doing random shit for the lulz. this is why in canon he spends months harassing deidara for no reason. so he determines he must put his evil plans on hold for an indeterminate amount of time and WAIT A SECOND he hang out with rin now!!!!

i think he'd actually be very frustrated with trying to maintain a friendship with rin? like he put her on the HIGHEST pedestal but at the end of the day, she's a normal young girl. she's sweet to him but she's not as interesting as he remembers and she's a kid so she makes mistakes and also, obito is kind of insane and all of his peers Sense This about him. so he likes checking on her and doing short social activities with her, but he's not having hours long heart-to-hearts with her anymore. they're not as close. also if anything happens to rin obito will kill everyone in konoha and then himself

obito is kind of like "whatever, i'll be a genius this time around, that looked fucking fantastic for kakashi" so he attempts to be A Genius but it turns out if you're better than everyone else your age, adults expect you to..... do things?? obito is his own boss he doesn't just DO things smh. so he sets up this weird dynamic where he get lauded by his family but his family is also like uuuuh why aren't you graduating early??? BUT BECAUSE RIN IS THERE AND HE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HER

also, incredibly annoyingly, kakashi can still beat him sometimes because kakashi is a weird genetic freak. instead of just continually kicking his ass obito has just put more pressure on him to get stronger. horrible

konoha gives obito to minato and is like: there is something deeply unhinged about this kid but he had a sharingan at 8 so. do something with that. and unfortunately minato trying very earnestly to mentor obito is sort of endearing, and obito didn't realize the first time around how many strings minato pulled to get rin into medic-nin training and keep them off the frontlines as much as possible and obito..... will let him live this time, maybe.

at some point obito catches wind that danzo is sniffing around kakashi and so he breaks into danzo's home and is like "aaaaw how cute, but kakashi is mine. keep it up and i will kill you <3" and scares the living shit out of danzo. (minato is SUSPICIOUS obito Did Something but this does mean MINATO no longer has to do anything, so he doesn't ask questions)

the minute obito thinks he can use kamui more than once without giving himself chakra exhaustion, he starts poking around internationally. there's no real goal except MAYBE find and kill zetsu and madara, he's just Doing Shit. and in Doing Shit he runs into the Ame Trio and realizes there's more than one reincarnate?

obito: oh.... oh my god

obito: (kamuis directly into three year old itachi's bedroom) HELLO????

itachi: (OH FUCK????)

so i think the obito-itachi relationship is obito realizes he has a sounding board for all the various random shit he's been doing and whining about how his friendship with rin is weird, and also what if he claims kakashi by nonconsensually implanting one of his eyes??? no no, you're right, it's better if obito has two eyes to make up for not being half hashirama cells.

also his presence makes itachi 10x more feral

itachi: if you decide to kill everyone again, you have to give sasuke to me, unharmed. if you don't i will ruin your entire. i will kill you as painfully as i can. this is non-negotiable

obito: whoa whoa whoa little coz!!!

obito: i'd only kill the old people :)

itachi: aaaaah

obito isn't really interested in uchiha massacre 2.0 though. he doesn't care if itachi murders danzo, and he'll eat popcorn while watching but he doesn't offer help. he convinces itachi to swap eyeballs with him for the EMS, but itachi really wants SASUKE to inherit his eyeballs once he's old enough so Obito might have to swap? again? with sasuke?? fine, whatever. this new version of team 7 all think he's bonkers and sometimes walk on extreme eggshells around him, but they're NICE to him and he's not going to fuck that up. minato will ask kakashi and rin to babysit once he has his brat kid, never obito, but obito doesn't really care because it means he has more time to go harass other akatsuki members

and then kakashi is taken hostage (UNFORGIVABLE) and it turns out. there was someone ELSE he could have been bothering this whole time!!!

obito: tori PLEASE join konoha it will be SO FUNNY

obito: anyway excuse me i'm burning down kusa <3 here hold kakashi for me. omg, DEIDARA'S here too??? *_*

someone commenting on obito watching itachi and tori gay chicken (straight chicken?) each other so hard they end up married so i've been debating how his presence affects this dynamic. i think he obviously makes it worse. because he cottons onto itachi's Girl Problems the second they start and he keeps trapping him in social situations and giving him "dating advice." so itachi is even MORE desperate to get a stable girlfriend to get his entire stupid family yo leave him alone

itachi: i'm dating tori. i haven't told her yet

obito: this is

obito, tearing up: the greatest gift you could have given me

also obito supports book club SO HARD and comes to every meeting

#reborn au #reborn au au: it's gotten sillier

[posttexasstressdisorder]

This "Turning 65" bullshit...

Fuck this. It's insane. It's obtuse as fuck.

So there's no real "opting out" of this process, on a govermnent, SSA, State level, there is an intentional shifting of your entire life and resources over which you have no real control.

So far, it's been nothing but a clusterfuck of garbled mis-, dis-, and non- info that has resulted in a roller-coaster of emotions and fears and outright disbelief at the levels of fuckery.

As y'all know, I'm a broke-ass old hippie on SSI who occasionally makes a sale on eBay. That's all I get, and that is like $1,200/mo now. That's all. It's part USG and part State of California. It really doesn't make any sense to my logical brain how it's figured, but then they never consulted me. lulz.

So imagine my surprise and shock and panic spiral when I open two letters from SSA telling me that they're going to start taking $174/mo out of that $1,200 for Medi-Care Premiums.

This was after the official "case-worker" told me not to worry. Yeah, right. Which was right after I got mail saying I was signed up to Cigna's "Medicare Drug Plan" and would have to start paying for every prescription, with nothing free. That sent me into spasms, too.

Sat on hold for 25 mins at the generic "local office" in Oakland number, then a lady came on and I was explaining it out, after awhile she asked for info, I gave it, so she knew it was me...after she looked it up she confirmed it, and I just lost it again, like, lady, my whole life is structured around this Medi-CAL thing being free! I can't pay for SHIT!

Then she says "I see a letter that went out January 11th, which was...tomorrow!" ~chuckle~so here I am leaping fucking timelines again~ "It says the State of California will be paying your Medi-Care Premiums, so that $174/mo will not be being charged to your account after all."

Now here's the thing about it: there's (of course) that rush of relief, but then there is also that built-up STRESS CHEMICAL RESERVE that this bullshit triggered in the first fucking place.

It still needs to get processed through before you can really take in what's going on. After a couple of chuckles we bid each other a nice day and that was it. And I'm sitting here in hyper-vigilance and on the lookout for The Next Horrible Fucking Thing that's bound to drop.

Fuck the entire thing. It's borderline psychotic abusive behavior by a fucking beaurocracy! There is no dignity in living like this, after a lifetime of barely getting by, then a short time of comfort followed by destitution Yet Fucking Again.

There is no dignity in being an old person unless you have money. There is no dignity in SSI.

There is no dignity in SNAP.

There is no dignity in being unable to rent a place without roommates.

There is no dignity in not being able to GO ANYWHERE. Can't afford gas, truck still not officially legal due to smog test failure, can't afford even an oil change in order to get it tested again, then re-registered all over again from the top because it's been two fucking years.

Everybody talks about how "these are your golden years" when you're a kid, and throughout your life to bait you into thinking it'll be easy-street once you are sucked dry by your job and spat out, too old to enjoy these "golden years".

Do they have to make the transition so goddamn difficult?

[drhu0806]

Oh here's a fun game: rate the BG3 companions (and your player character too if you so choose) on what you think their spice tolerance/spice threshold are (in my case, I interpret spice tolerance as how well you react to the heat whereas spice threshold is how hot one can go before they feel something or start reacting poorly)

My thoughts:

Lae'zel: very high tolerance, mid to low threshold. The latter is very debatable because I don't know what githyanki eat wherever they are. I'm just going off the assumption that maybe they don't devote a lot of time to cultivating spices and herbs, though I think githyanki would be up for spice challenges. Overall grade is very high on the scale in spite of relatively low threshold because my girl is a tough son of a bitch and she can sweat almost anything out no problem

Shadowheart: high tolerance, mid to low threshold. Again, I don't know what Sharrans eat generally so threshold is arguable. Could it be used as a torture implement? Sure. But I like to imagine people who eat spicy food like to enjoy life and have some fun, which Sharrans... don't seem to have. Overall grade: below Lae'zel, but in the same general bin

Astarion: THE LOWEST ON THIS LIST. LOW TOLERANCE, LOW THRESHOLD. WE DON'T EVEN NEED TO DISCUSS THIS. NEXT QUESTION.

Gale: low tolerance, mid to low threshold. Man doesn't even like eating vegetables. How the fuck can he handle a habenero? He edges out above Astarion but is that really an accomplishment? EDIT: I have been notified that in the romance he talks about liking spicy food--along with a very funny comment involving spice and his mother--so I am upgrading him to high average on the scale, with high tolerance, mid threshold. Congrats Gale you are so damn lucky to have a lawyer as your fan

Wyll: mid to high tolerance, mid to low threshold. He's tough to judge; I'm willing to put him in the same bin as Shadowheart at his highest. Again, I don't know what he regularly ate growing up; he was a Duke's son so he probably had access to more diverse foods than the average citizen, but do the nobility regularly eat spice? Who can say? In the end I would put him solidly in the middle ranking, but this can change.

Karlach: HIGHEST ON THE LIST. Very high tolerance, high threshold. Would probably be one of those people who would eat two Carolina Reapers in that challenge for the lulz. Do I think she would still feel it? Yeah. But would she take it like a champ? Absolutely.

Halsin: high tolerance, mid to low threshold. This one's tough, the threshold especially, very arguable. But I want to believe in him because the man is 350+ years old, he's been around, he's seen some shit, probably eaten a lot of different kinds of stuff in his travels. I believe he could absolutely sweat it out at the very least. Middle of the pack.

Minthara: high tolerance, high threshold. I'm gonna be real, I've never recruited her so these are all off of general impressions but I mean come on. I would put her second only to Karlach.

Jaheira: mid tolerance, mid threshold. I feel like in BG1 and 2 she probably would have had a higher ranking, but she is older now and I know from personal experience sometimes you get to an age where you just can't eat the same kind of stuff you did when you were younger. Middle of the pack again, I'd put her with Wyll.

Minsc: I have no idea. Mid to high tolerance, mid to low threshold? I definitely think he could sweat it out well but who knows how hot the hamster man can go? I'm gonna put him in average because I'm just HMMMM???

My Tav, Kainé: high tolerance, high threshold, because I am incapable of making a character anything else I guess. Not as high on the ranking as Karlach and Minthara, but probably around Lae'zel's place because spicy food was just a staple growing up for her. She'd probably shed tears if she had a Caroline Reaper or ghost pepper but she would absolutely still go for it if she had to to prove a point.

#what does the owl say #baldur's gate 3 #when you're an astarion fan but you gotta be realistic about your man LOL

[bluehairlaunch]

7 Worst Dragon Ball Characters (objective)

Honorable mention, Master Roshi. So here's the deal, I actually like Roshi. I actually like Roshi A LOT when he's being the offbeat martial arts master, but for the most part he's a serial sex offender, and the anime adds even more sexual assault for lulz.

Like a bad relationship, I try to remember the good times

Oolong

So y'know how I basically said there were aspects to Roshi's personality I really enjoyed, which is why he's not on the list proper? That's not the case with Oolong. There are definitely aspects to Oolong I like -- I like Piggy from Journey to the West and I think it's hilarious that Toriyama dressed him (and Mai, for some reason) like Chairman Mao. I also have to credit him with saving the world, although idk how Pilaf would have actually held onto his world empire with people like Goku around. Regardless, his character is another vehicle for sexual assault humor.

And yes, the English dub fucked up and made him sound like an adult. The joke is that he's a child that acts like a perverted adult, but because he's a child, he's just kidnapping girls to clean his house and be his mom, basically (Bulma pretty much even adopts him). Sexual assault humor is still sexual assault humor, though, so Oolong sucks

Bacterian

He's just gross. I really hate this dude

Garlic Jr.

Who stans a poser? In DBZ Abridged, they rip on Lord Slug for being EXACTLY King Piccolo, but the only difference between Slug and Garlic Jr. is that Lord Slug knew his place well enough to stay out of the anime.

Lemme start tho with the things I actually like about this guy. 1) he's a demon, I think. Toriyama introduced the concept with King Piccolo, backtracked, then reintroduced it with Dabura. Dragon Ball Xeno Heroes or w/e later realized this was free real estate and expanded on the idea to the point of nausea, but until then, Garlic and his henchmen and Dabura were your only demons, if that's something you found dope.

Other than this, Garlic Jr. steals Pilaf's design, but instead of remaining a lil' gremlin, he goes the filler route and beefs up like a Broly. He has a past connection with Kami like King Piccolo and successfully uses the Dragon Balls like King Piccolo. He then uses the Jr. like Piccolo. Get your own fucking thing. ALL YOU HAVE IS BEING THE SON OF KAMI'S RIVAL

And what really gets me is that he would be an okay filler villain if he wasn't just a chimera of better, actually canon characters, but as he is, the only things I like about his movie and arc have nothing to do with him.

Fwiw this is the only character on this list that's filler/not a part of Toriyama's original run. If this included GT, then there would be nothing but GT. As far as Super goes, I like the characters or at least their concepts (looking at you Zamasu), and the shit part is in the execution.

Spopovich

He and Yamu serve to showcase Babidi's power of mind control, but in doing so we're forced to witness the most pointlessly brutal, one-sided beatdown in all of Dragon Ball. I think the anime even devoted an entire episode to this ffs

We later learn that you have to already be a prat to fall under Babidi's powers, so there's nothing even tragic about his brainwashing and ultimate demise. He sucked before, he sucks now, he's a bad character.

Idasam

First off, it really doesn't make sense that a kid's division was introduced, does it? Most of the top fighters in the World Martial Arts Tournament were underage

Second, look how cute that girl in the top right is

Ok ok. As I made this list I began to realize there weren't a lot of characters in Dragon Ball that I actually hated. Some I definitely liked less than others, but few were so bad that I would remove them if I could. This chick is definitely one of them tho.

The Anti-Chi-Chi, Idasam raised two little brats that ig she loves and supports, which is the only thing she has that going for her. Besides that, she's mean to Bulma and even tried to physically assault her until the Mother of our Saviour Chi-Chi stepped in

Pirate Robot

Admit it, you thought he was filler. He looks like Third Form Frieza fucked some Saiyan armor. I've seen people try to salvage pirate robot by saying he's Android 2, but no, he's not, General Blue had no idea about this underwater pirate cave, and it doesn't make sense for Dr. Gero to squirrel away a dragon ball down here. Sometimes the things you love just disappoint you

Super Buu

I'm not sure this if this is a controversial opinion, but Super Buu is trash, his arc is trash, and everything he does will be done better later by Janemba in a fucking filler movie.

Before his introduction, Gohan failed, Vegeta failed and failed and failed, Gotenks fucked around and found out, and Goku wasted his time on a useless transformation like Future Trunks did in the Cell Saga (if he had been alive, Gohan would be trained and he would have realized SSJ3 wasn't a real transformation). Then Hercule came along and WON. The champ did it, he beat Majin Buu (with kindness). And that's great. If the Buu arc ended there, it would've still had several loose ends, but Z has loose ends as it is (imo another saga was needed to complete Gohan's character arc).

But then Toriyama (I'd rather blame his editors, but I've never seen anyone credit Super and Kid Buu to editorial interference) Ctrl-Z's Hercule's victory and we get Super Buu, a Perfect Cell wannabe that does nothing but crack his neck and murder Marin and everyone else too ig with his admittedly dope human extinction wave.

I have nothing but issues with this guy. His arc is way too long, his design is generically cool like a filler character, he steals Cell's powerset, he steals everybody's clothes, and he murders most of the cast while having little to no personality, so I can't even hate him for it

Go crack your neck more, you're the worst character in Dragon Ball

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #master roshi #jiraiya is a better roshi #but both belong on lists #not these kinda lists either #oolong #pirate robot #super buu #majin buu #garlic jr #bacterian #spopovich #dbz #theres a reason super buu isnt in fighterz

[tinyboxxtink]

"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!

I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other. 

“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him. 

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!” 

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins. 

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically. 

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile. 

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,” 

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly. 

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,” 

You recognized it immediately. 

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?” 

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” 

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Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!” 

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish. 

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing. 

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly. 

Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself. 

“I hate you,” he grumbled. 

“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it. 

“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,” 

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,” 

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes. 

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,” 

“Right,” he rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him. 

“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake. 

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled 

“US weird,” 

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,” 

“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?” 

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it. 

“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,” 

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back. 

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry. 

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him. 

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,” 

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt. 

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life. 

“I--” 

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table. 

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,” 

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes. 

“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--” 

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?” 

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet. 

“Alright you, let’s go,” 

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie 

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile. 

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 “I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair. 

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you--”

“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”

“Well yeah but--” 

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie--”  

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,” 

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension. 

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me--” 

“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,” 

“Eddie…”

“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”

“Baby…” 

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,” 

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down. 

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey. 

“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,” 

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,” 

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,” 

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…” 

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,” 

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed. 

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--” 

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but--”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just--” 

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?” 

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,” 

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?” 

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?” 

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?” 

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,” 

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up. 

“Why do you need to--” 

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you. 

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--” 

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,” 

“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--” 

 “Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha--” 

“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it. 

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I--”

“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch. 

“Eddie--”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died. 

“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,” 

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,” 

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,” 

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,” 

“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!” 

“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,” 

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying. 

“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”

Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real. 

“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people. 

Then you had an idea. 

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks. 

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you. 

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,” 

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him. 

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…” 

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words. 

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second. 

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing. 

He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now. 

God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’. 

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”   

You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple. 

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,” 

WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.

When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts. 

“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on. 

“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,” 

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him. 

“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,” 

“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,” 

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you. 

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,” 

“I love you, Eddie,” 

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

-----

Eddie’s Trailer 

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them. 

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud. 

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,” 

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--” 

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling. 

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing. 

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it. 

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them. 

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly. 

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--” 

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!” 

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in. 

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body. 

He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic. 

He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message. 

He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened. 

“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body.  His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you. 

He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous. 

“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder. 

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids. 

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie. 

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?” 

“Ladies first,” 

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her. 

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole. 

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

--------

Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!” 

You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that. 

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

-------

At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal. 

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!” 

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive. 

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!” 

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

----------

You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both. 

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called. 

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!” 

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together. 

You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold. 

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you. 

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him. 

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view. 

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder. 

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked. 

“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna. 

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,” 

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could. 

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes. 

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon. 

‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now? 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you angst #protect eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things #spring break 86 #Spotify

[flapjacksfursona02]

Ugh i looove your ramblings. like. this show barely gets any discussion besides how sPoOoOky it is and shit and it saddens me lol (i guess it doesn't help that the creepy aspects are the most memorable, oh well)

Anywayyy,, whatchu said about the abusive relationships/caricature stuff? *slams table* 100% canon no cap...

like, the whole point of the show (at least originally) was to showcase how dark and sinister everybody else is compared to Flapjack, who's just this bright young fella who just wants to be everybody's friend, while being oblivious to how fucked up everything is around him.

That boy really is the only good character in the whole series, and it makes me sad cause Bubbie is pretty much the only good role model present in his life 😭

Also, you could argue that K'nuckles has shown to be reedemable multiple times on the run, but,,,, he's still a selfish jerkass to Flapjack and everybody else for most of the time so it doesn't really matter 😭

At least we got this weirdly cute quote from the show's pitch bible in the Flapjack wiki ig... i love it sm lol:

"Although Candied Island is always at the fore-front of K'nuckles mind, we see that there may be something that he craves even more than candy; the adoration of Flapjack. Although K’nuckles claims not to have any tender feelings for Flapjack, his actions say otherwise. He needs Flapjack, because he’s the only person in the world who doesn’t see him as a worthless bum."

Goshh how i wish they had more moments with an actual good father/son bond... ok bye lulz

i could just go talking about it for hours.

k'nuckles is kind of the great example of how gruesome a person could become (and yeah, we'll look at him as a person and not a myth beast, he's still human according to the show's canon) in some circumstances. dude was literally raised without anyone by his side who had good intentions, at least from what i saw. mermen tried to drown him in a bag like some animal when he was a child, to listen to bednight stories he sat under the caged window holes of a stormalong prison and absorb all the things criminals told him when he didn't know any better. the way he lacks empathy at all in his life that he is able to kill a person without any thought nor hesitation and death threatening people is normal to him. also him easily falling to alcohol and drug addiction, that's... yeah. reaching rock bottom of society from time to time, until someone saves him. feeling comfortable sleeping in a trash bag, as if he was used to be thrown there by someone else while being uncosciosly blackout drunk. all the candy overdose deleriums. the way he is lying all the time, permanently, sometimes even if there might be a chance for both him and flapjack to get in trouble for hiding the truth. the way he can easily start to cry without a reason, or just lay on bubbie's tongue and not getting up for weeks 'until he rots'.

this is an insanely good written alcoholic/addict character. so good that it's way too depressing for some comedy-driven kids tv show. and i'm surprised that no one talks about it aloud, the gruesome angst that this show is about. i'm not sad about it tho, nor mad, it even feels more nicely when even the fandom and fanart are quite joyful, but sometimes you just sit and analyse the show or a character and you feel weirdly excited and horrified at the same time. flapjack is dark fiction art

#tmmof #the marvelous misadventures of flapjack #captain k'nuckles #ask

[agoddamn]

Madara more likable then Sasuke well yeah. Madara not connected to Itachi one of worst characters ever written. Who kishimoto screws over the entire uchiha clan backstory to pander too. Well single handling down playing the trauma of Narutos and the uzumaki clans backstory. With stupid shit like the uchiha were oppressed for being cops so there rebellion was justified. Well also wanking Itachi decision to murder them as traitors. Well pretending he supports Sasuke being a traitor when he doesn’t

That one post about how "I did it for the lulz" legit would be a better motivation for Itachi than what actually happened lmao

It's my position that if a plot could be foiled by the person in question describing what's happening out loud it's a bad plot and we don't need to waste time taking it seriously. "I'm gonna go commit citizen mass murder (which is typically not in my jurisdiction) without asking even one person if these orders are right." Come on, man.

Also, am I the only one who's noticed that there are some people that are super ACAB but when they talk about Naruto...? "Oh, the Uchiha were so oppressed by being cops! That's literally a war crime!" like ok bro I know it's a fucking cartoon, fiction doesn't need to meet the standards of reality...but if we're gonna play the war crimes/genocide card we're actively reaching for the standards of reality and we gotta acknowledge that if you control the police force and you can't manage to accrue any political influence...that's on you, man! LE is possibly the most corruptible profession ever. I cannot comprehend how the Uchiha fucked that up.

We have to start acknowledging the Doylist bad writing aspect at that point, because I cannot read "those poor police were so oppressed" with a straight face and I refuse to take it seriously.

Honestly, every character associated with the bullshit fake Konoha drama suffers heavily for it, including Sarutobi and Danzou (who end up either hate sinks who kick puppies or with their onscreen actions not remotely matching what happened because it was a retcon).

It drives me insane because it's not like we have a dearth of real-life references for corrupt governments! It's not that complicated a plot! We really did not need sheer silliness like Danzou kidnapping and brainwashing clan heirs (what??) or "aight I'm gonna go slit some baby throats at home" as if that can ever be explained by anything but "particularly stupid child," which Naruto as a series limbos through lasers to avoid because it would harsh the shonen buzz.

Just, like...hearing about this shit...

"'The darkness in Konoha'! Oh, this must be about how shinobi villages can never truly ally with one another because it would defeat the point of shinobi, so even as characters desire peace in a general sense they must continue to commit war because that's what their world is built to accommodate and it's one of those tragic paradox things"

"No it's about how one single dude publicly kidnapped and brainwashed and probably molested 4975259 famous kids because he's racist"

#nart opinions

[tiktaalic]

what always confuses me about the chad kennedy thing was how exactly was he expected to give a shit and why does what he said amount to a meaningful destiel wasn’t real? sera for sure queerbaited the absolute fuck out of us but he was a relatively clueless new suit with no creative stake which is what he sounded like. that it had never been pitched to him formally and that he wasn’t aware spn intended to be a show about The Gays in his corporate speak aka at least on a network level it doesn’t seem like they were intentionally stringing us along for the money and the lulz. the media packets post-debacle for the first time calling all of them straight for their orientation and Certain Episodes was suuuuch a mean dick move tho and truly biting us back and i always wonder what carver was intending to pull forward considering he still got away with the cain and collette thing. i categorize sera as a firm queerbaiter but i’m fuzzy on carver and i think dabb had his favorites in the room and doesn’t count either

it'll just never not be funny to me that he got into hours long twitter back and forth with people about destiel like. chad you CHOSE to do that. n those tweets are preserved all over the place he definitely did start leaning into But Who Knows! aspect towards the end of it all which is. pretty classic def of bait. but yeah 9.03 was just. such a complete and total awful mess ppl even tangentially related to the show said such batshit stuff about it. i may be making this up but i SWEAR there was a commotion about a writer or somebody engaging w somebody upset about 9.03 confirming cas as straight and saying well who says sleeping with a woman makes him straight or sthing. mess. i honest to god dont think sera was baiting i think she was writing gritty angsty has a body count one sided homosexual undercurrents on purpose. i think if you asked her the destiel question she'd say something about cas being devoted and loving to this guy who doesn't have time for him. andrew dabb is. yes i know boo hiss andrew dabb but i dont think its bait i mean. quite literally while dean was widowing there were closed rooms where they were handing people surveys that said dean winchester: gay or straight? so i think it was A Direction that was Being Pursued by his favorites like you said and then when push came to shove andrew went hey cmaaaan im just a little guy and dropped it. i have never and will never understand the machinations of jeremy carvers twisted mind.

#ask #anonymous #spnwatch

[qan-t]

imagine what the internet is like the 00 universe. picture the memes that people are definitely making. i want to see imageboards reacting to the events of the series. i think trailblazer would go like...

“so how are you guys celebrating the apocalypse? I’m rewatching some old news footage. remember when Celestial Being was the most exciting thing happening? simpler times.” “pepperidge farm remembers.”

“I can’t believe aliens are real. What the fuck? I’m going to die because i’m going to get assimilated into the fucking Borg? ” “bros tell me the aliens are at least hot” “>>8457339 the aliens aren’t going to have sex with you, anon.” “>mfw i went back to college this year >mfw i started spending responsibly >mfw i was getting my life back on track >mfw ALIEN INVASION WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER” “did anyone see the celestial being movie? thought it was pretty mid” “>> 8457340 Shut up about the movie and panic with the rest of us.” “orange gundam pilot was a 10″ “Shit movie, FUCK celestial being and everything they stand for.” “>>8457342 t. A-LULZ. You lost, it’s time to move on” “You guys are fearmongering. They said the ELS were going to pass us by.”

“>> 8457347 of COURSE they said that, dipshit. They don’t want to incite mass panic.” “>> 8457352 See you in two months when it turns out this is a total nothing burger” “jesuschristwhatthefuck.jpg I LITERALLY JUST WOKE UP “Celestial Being will save us.” “you mean they’ll fuck things up near irreparably and then save us?” “Would u rather they fuck things up near irreparably and NOT save us?”

“Feeling a lot of faith in the ESF here. lol” “If I’m going to die, I’m going to start ticking some stuff off my bucket list. Going skinny dipping for the first time ever, BRB” “hey guys can we please talk about something ELS now? (USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)”

#gundam 00 #shitpost #this turned into a minific

[haintxblue]

hey don't fuckin escalate a dangerous situation for social media lulz

So I'm fine and no one was ever really at any risk during this, it just felt like we might be, but I just had a BUCK FUCKING WILD experience at Sheetz, of all places (where I went, hilariously, to avoid having to instead deal with Waffle House drunks).

When I got there and got into my car with my delicious Sheetz food, a man a few parking spots over was tapping on an SUV's windows and then repeatedly exposing himself, ass and junk, to the woman locked inside. I could hear her loud speakerphone through her car speakers and could tell she was talking to someone she knew, and that she also knew this guy, hence not just leaving or calling the cops.

From what I could figure out he was very drunk and she had locked herself in her car to get away from him and he was yelling and hollering about being abandoned, so I got out of my car and was trying to figure out if she needed me to call the cops (which I could tell we were both trying to avoid cos fuck knows how bad that might go) or if she needed help. So to recap, there's a very drunk man showing his junk to a woman who's locked in her car while another woman (me) is trying to physically put herself between him and the car.

Two employees had been watching starting at about the same time I noticed, and now came outside. One seemed concerned but unsure of what to do (again, no one was being physically attacked at this point and the guy was even apologizing to me and trying to stand down, so I understand her hesitation).

The other whipped out her fucking phone, started recording, and began trying to get the guy riled up on fucking purpose, presumably for the lulz. While he was drunk and harassing this girl. He was saying like "she's on the phone with her mom talking shit about me" and this employee's reaction was to go "omg, haha, tell them they need to shut up!" while giggling and filming, goading him on. This is after I'd already embarrassed him into de-escalating, and he went right back to it with more vigor after the employee shouted some more encouragement at him and then stopped filming. I ended up persuading the woman in the car to leave in exchange for me hailing this guy an Uber (and then she ended up taking him home anyway long story, but I got her phone number and checked on her after and she's fine; I followed her to his house to be sure he didn't fuck with her). But WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK goes through the mind of someone who sees this and thinks "how can I stir this potentially-dangerous pot for, I guess, TikTok? Or whatever?)

#the panopticon #everything is content

[risingsouls]

🦎 //If you were to rewrite Bulma, how would you write her?

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[There's a big question. I can't say I have a whole lot of like...detailed ideas because every time I think about Bulma I both get sad and angry, but I'll give a few more general things i would try to do to make her feel...less like garbage.

So first things first: how she is portrayed in Super would be immediately wadded up and thrown in the trash. I cannot think of a moment that she's on screen in Super that I enjoyed seeing her, what she had to say, or what she did. They even ruined future Bulma's five minutes before they killed her off by making her be like "oh how I wish I could see Vegeta again!" when she would have EVEN LESS of a relationship with that version of Vegeta than present Bulma would with hers by the time he died in either timeline. But that's another conversation. Point is, Super ruined Bulma, so I would not be using that for any inspiration in writing her.

However, to start, that's not to say I hate that she has negative qualities. In fact, I would keep many of them intact because they make sense and actually make her character interesting (or could have if they knew how to write women and balance shit rather than do everything for the lulz or objectification of her). It fits Bulma's character to be vain, bratty, flirty, and spoiled considering her lifestyle. I honestly don't mind any of that and would include it in my portrayal. But here's the kicker: these wouldn't overshadow everything else. This wouldn't be all she is because I feel DragonBall and Z prove that she is so much more than that and did actually grow up.

Thing is...Bulma has shown that she can be kind. She can give a shit about other people. And not in this flippant, "Ugh whatever, I'll just throw some money at you and be done with it." Or, worse, "I'll just abuse the dragonballs to get what I want or grant your minor little wish." And I'm not saying she's a saint by any means. I can see her being charitable to a degree but it's definitely not at the forefront of her mind. I think she absolutely has enough of a degree of decency to help her friends where she can and when they need it. It would be a DIFFICULT balance, but i would definitely want to showcase that she can be thoughtful and isn't just the literal stereotype of a rich heiress and/or the 1%. It would still be THERE but, before Super, it felt...more nuanced in subtle ways? Basically, I don't want to be able to EASILY draw parallels between Bulma and Frieza like I can do now.

I would also ABSOLUTELY put more emphasis on her genius in more than just being a sort of convenient plot device who JUST HAPPENS to have the right answer or gadget right away with no real reason for it other than "We want her to be relevant!!!!" sort of vibes. Like this was SUCH a BIG opportunity to give Bulma relevance in a meaningful way and they just...didn't take it? Z could have done better with it too if I'm honest but yeh. It's one of those things they overshadow a lot and it kills me. Also I would actually make her show a shred of like...actually being smart once in a while. We get glimpses but then I feel like it gets slapped to the ground in favor of her, usually, negative and obnoxious traits.

My version of Bulma would also not be married to Vegeta. Not just because i don't like the ship, don't think it was developed, and is absolutely toxic on both sides, but also just because...fuck I'm sorry but I think Bulma would have a shred more decency and self respect than to marry the guy that not only treated her like a servant and like shit every time they interacted, but who also had a hand in killing her boyfriend and a bunch of her friends. I honestly see them having her marry and fall in love with Vegeta as a HUGE disservice to her character because it just makes her look callous, ready to marry thr first (depressed) man she can trap ot get her claws into, and lacking any shred of self respect. And I can contend she does have some issues with her own confidence once in a while when it comes to relationships (see how she treats Yamcha when he's done literally nothing wrong, for instance), but good grief. Like at best they would have some kind of agreement that Vegeta could stay there in exchange for him "being there" for Trunks and her being able to call him her husband to save face since, as she's pretty well known, she would probably face a lot of shit for having a kid out of wedlock and all that sexist shit. But tbh? I don't think I would even really go with that. Bulma being a single mom, even if only temporarily, is dope af and just fine. Plus, her whole premise to begin with was that she wanted to find a boyfriend. I think she does want the traditional marriage, love, and family life, but my Bulma would not be so desperate for it that she would settle for someone who pays her and Trunks so little mind, has killed her friends and continually threatened them, and has treated her like shit since day one. It's just so damn silly and gross and just showcases that the writers really just...struggle with a woman that doesn't in some way fit the housewife mold.

Anyway. Those are a few things I know for sure I would try to do. In a nutshell, I just want her to be halfway likeable. To actually BE the "boss bitch" people try to refer to her as now when,especially super's portrayal, does not begin to embody that for me. I think Bulma had a lot of potential and they just said, "nah she's just going to be sexy, annoying, and a plot convenience once in a while." ]

#.:ask:. #.:ooc:. #gunsnboots #thanks for this! #definitely not one i expected #but bulma deserves better

[incarnateirony]

2p0, are you fucking high? Your entire blog is based on speculation and being wrong. Surely your followers have gotta figure out you're bailing out now. After years and years of you bloviating and speculating and blowing your own foot off about every single fucking thing from the market testing, berens intent, the confession, the roadhouse ending, the omissions, the pilot being real, what it was about and so on.

Like time after time you fail and you fail and you try so hard to misread articles and M&Gs and speculate now you're pulling "LULZ I DONT SPEC"

i mean i guess you don't. you've built wishlists and butchered readings you try to sell to idiot followers as speculation or intel, and it's never either. It's just your agenda attached to manipulated words to justify it, and it's catching up to you.

Hence you goin REAL FUCKIN QUIET when I was posting the private plane hangar the jets for misha and likely jared were coming in at, right?

god. fuck. this is sad dude. stop. even your own followers gotta know your "I don't do spec" bullshit.

No, *I* don't do spec. *I* state shit based on what's real or not whether I can post sources, and you screech and argue the whole way down calling it spec and agenda and grifting the entire way until you shit your pants at the bottom and start all over

but it's real hard to recover your current narrative in current filming situations, isn't it, buddy? now you don't want to speculate? Oh, tell me why, buddy?? did something happen?

Last time you put up 5K to prove you were wrong and I was right. I've bet you 5K again and you started peeing "WELL FINE MAYBE IF AARON IS RIGHT BUT THEN JENSEN SUCKS" and now you're pretending you don't play at being a spec account. please dude this is sad

just fucking admit it. you see it. you know it's coming. every denial you've tried has failed miserably. Every attempted read of the creation of this series you've missed the mark on. You know what's at the end of that road. Look how far you've already adjusted your claims and narrative and it hasn't even fucking aired yet, dude. If you've run this far before a single fucking episode airs how far are you going to be jogging in reverse by episode 7?

just give up already, jacksus christo

i told you, idiot. I told you from go what was going on and you thought you could manipulate real people's dialogue to Magic it into becoming in the real world what you wanted. Now it's fuckin time for you to figure out what else is true I've said while you're silently, without telling your followers, assessing your fucking digital life right now and figure out how the fuck i knew all of this before guttedgate even happened and was talking about it immediately

catch a clue asshole

welcome to the dirty south, asshole

We just reaching out to the solar system We flying over bullshit, we flying over Supernatural love up in the air I just talk my shit, Casanova, superstar, supernova Power, pull 'em in closer If that's your man, then why he over here?

#Youtube

[posttexasstressdisorder]

So yeah...it's November...

We have not been given time to process the freak-ass crazy shit that happened in October, and a lotta freak-ass crazy shit went on.

Not sure why, just feelin' the need to report/vent while I sip coffee out here on the tumblr front porch with all the other old tumblr geezers.

Phase 2 of "Octember" has begun in a mix of good/weird/painful shit to work through. A lotta ghosts. Felt both Char and Kyle intensely the last few weeks: my two Gemini Ghosts. They're here but they're not here, and part of you wants them to stay and part of you wants them to leave you alone.

And yeah, money is still front and center in that assortment of emotional intensity. Much gratitude and thanks for the help that has gotten the rent and electric bill paid for yet another 30 days (you know who you are!).

My calculations this month were just a tiny (and ironic) amount off. After the dust settling, thinking I'd gotten it all considered, I ran through the numbers this morning before I left for the credit union, and saw I'd shaved it a little too close and after all was said and done, I was gonna be (drum roll please) $1.16 overdrawn. lulz.

No worries, I thought, being the resourceful hobbit I am I remembered I had a roll of quarters in the murse (what I call my patagonia shoulder bag) for laundry. Peeling off $1.25's worth of quarters, and laughing valiantly with the teller, I asked her to put that in with the roomie's half of the rent and bills.

Total came to a "lucky number" in her culture, and so I didn't think anything of it and got my rent check printed out and came home. Thought I'd (just to be sure) re-check the acct, much to my chagrin I'd mis-read the amt it was gonna be OD'd and hadn't put in quite enough quarters. So I'll head back over there tomorrow and deposit another quarter and laugh with the teller again. I don't wanna be overdrawn by ELEVEN CENTS. Handy dandy visual aid:

Yeah, I laughed, but goddamnit I am so fuckin' tired of the stress of this. The self-inflicted big lady ringing the bell paradin' yer ass around screaming "SHAME! SHAME!"

And then you just shut up and figure out what to make for dinner with what you have left on the eve before you go to the store.

October this year was a hard month on the planet. Lots of thin-veil coincidence/hoo-do shit, lots of miscommunicated things with roomies, with people while out, communication was hard, still is, but it seems to have lightened up some. Almost like gravity is getting stronger and pulling on us all more. Collective angst, personal angst, community angst, all of it just rushing up and saying hello at once.

One big angst for me has always been my fucking TEETH. My parents both had notoriously bad choppers, I know mine have been in need of workin'-on for awhile. I hadn't been to the dentist (before this round of visits) in well over 10 years. I had no insurance for most of my adult life, so I just never thought about it, unless something broke. Had several "It's cheaper to pull than fix" decisions about 20-25 years ago, and lost several back-teeth along with root canals and crowns on what was left. In short, a hot mess.

I have had Medi-Cal since I got into a wreck 3 months after i moved here (7 1/2 years ago), and just never thought that it might cover dental, since no other "insurance" I ever had in Texas ever coverd it. So once I figured out I can get my mouth looked at and worked on for nothing, I started the appointments a few weeks ago.

All of this leading up to this past Monday the 30th, when I got both the updated Covid jab and the current-season's flu-shot, and then went and got my mouth wrenched on and drilled and vacuumed and what-notted for a solid hour. Things have definitely progressed even in the last ten years. I thought I was looking at another surgical molar removal, but no!

They were basically able to use some kind of polymer that they put on and then the assistant pulls the trigger on a UV light-pen to "cure" it, and they do that several times, and completely rebuilt a broken tooth, and frankly, I'm amazed. It feels like the original tooth before it went south, and very little to no pain. And they numbed me up better for that than the last fucking oral surgeon who cut out my lower right back molar back in Texas did.

So a mix of crazy up/down shit, and then trying so goddamn hard to get the money thing right, and then still fucking it up, but comically inept. New-old tooth rocks, they want me back in April to do something else, and I'm fine. They told me to use a "hydropick" and I just looked doc and assistant in the eye and said "there's no money for things like that, I'm "I-brush-with-baking-soda-poor", and the assistant left and came back with a toothbrush, some floss, small bottle of mouthwash, and a little plastic syringe to use with warm salt water to flush the spaces under/between the crowns.

So mouth happy but goddamn, I have been sore for the last few days. Jab site almost done hurting, tooth as well, but muscles not quite recouped from the "Dentist Chair Death Grip"...I put my whole body into it and basically seize up and close my eyes and let them have their way with my mouth.

"Just lie back and think of California, dear!"

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

*cracks knuckles* Let's do this. Going on anon bc I'm fairly new here and I don't want to be obliterated by the angry masses yet lulz.

I'm not actually sure how unpopular this is but I think the TokRev fandom is a REALLY annoying place to find an equilibrium in. Twitter and TikTok are... Twitter and TikTok... The subreddit is full of teenagers/young adults (mostly guys too) who are OBSESSED with powerscaling and violence and wouldn't recognize the story's themes if Wakui walked up to them and started beating them up with his manuscript. Tumblr is more or less the better place to be, it has some of the best meta and analyses I've seen too, but it's SO. DAMN. HORNY. Like good for everyone, but sometimes I just want to browse character tags without having to scroll past 7364628 self insert smut fics, y'know? Sometimes I just want fanart, or meta, or memes, or a non horny fic. And for some godforsaken reason several people tag their art/meta as "character x reader" (hint: it's for the notes), so I can't rely on that function. Filtering by "pictures" to look for fanart doesn't help either bc most writers use pics to illustrate their fics and Tumblr detects even the small ~aesthetic~ ones ughughughughhhh. I feel like there's also a lot of passive-aggression, pettiness and high school drama-tier shit boiling beneath the surface, but mostly among people on the younger side of things.

My second unpopular opinion is that I want to smoke a big fat blunt with Kisaki Tetta, I bet that shit would be hilarious.

i've heard abt this being the horniest fandom before but i don't fuck with those other platforms at all so that was a cool analysis in its own right. For tumblr: I feel like if all these blank ass blogs didn't lurk people would use the tags properly bc notes would be functioning as they were meant to (as in, ppl reblogging and distributing content to more eyes would make ppl stop resorting to abusing tags to get their shit seen). yeah facts top to bottom

Oh man tetta? are you inviting shuji? I'd get high with tetta, shuji, and you, anon. Set a date and i'm in.

got an unpopular opinion?

#tokrev unpopular opinions #help this one is so good #eheheheh for real tho anon consider elaborating on why tetta above all the others #i'm really begging to know

[katoska]

Ok. So I guess The Winchesters is supposed to be the original, organic, Good Timeline ("the True story of how John and Mary fell in love") while all of SPN happens in a split-off, artificial, way grittier Bad Timeline that lead to what Dean sees in 4x03 In The Beginning and which was very likely created by Chuck through time-travel and/or mind-wipes and a Cupid (can they time-travel and mind-wipe? If not, Seraph partnered with Cupid. Actually, just to do that anyway for the lulz) because the first timeline had an upper limit on how much John could possibly mess up his sons if he never had to wonder what creature had killed his wife or work hard to find any info on monsters.

TW!John made hunter buddies and apparently knew about his dad and the Men of Letters. TW!Mary would have told John about the demon deal with Azazel because why wouldn't she? They could have researched the enemy together and gained a fighting chance before those ten years were up . At least one of them could have marked their calendar to not fucking forget the date, too. And even if Mary still died - or John did - neither one would go paranoid over it because hunters being killed by demons is just what happens. That blood ritual and fire otoh? That's weird shit, but at least if you are a hunter/MOL you know where to start your research. You know people who can help you and how to check they aren't demons or shifters or ghouls.

TW!John and Mary got to meet in a totally different genre of show than the one SPN is generally set in. I mean, look at it! It's a peppy teenage RomCom with some mystery and horror elements so the (in-universe) audience can pretend they are in it for those rather than the relationships dynamics... which look rather wholesome, at least going by the trailer. Everyone seems supportive and honest with one another. Even the violence looks cartoonish what with the yeeted demon and the holy water pistol. Nothing gritty or bloody. The special effects look outdated and cheap, but in a deliberate Ghostfacers Effect kinda way because the story takes place in 1972. The orange-ness of everything always feels like an in-joke about the lighting analysts in fandom.

Anyway, I expect the tragedy of this timeline to be that John and Mary didn't get to be the versions of themselves that they first fell in non-Cupid-induced love with, and instead were forced to become the versions of themselves that would later produce Sam and Dean('s childhood trauma).

And if I wanted to go for a real gut-punch, I'd make Castiel that angel who had orders to mess with John and Mary's timeline. Orders that he'd only understand the impact of... well, in several stages throughout the show, though most accutely in S4 (especially E03).

It would explain why Cas became so protective of Dean and fought for him even though he... should have felt zero obligation to do that, and definitely not so early on, if there was no specific reason for it (no, "gay" is not a valid reason for a heel-face-turn of this size). Cause usually that only happens with people he had harmed or thought he had failed in some way (Jimmy, Claire, Sam, Dean, Meg, post-fall angels, post-Leviathan humanity, Kelly, Jack.... Not Crowley though lol). It would also explain why he never seems angry about the brothers' childhood anecdotes, only sad. I'd be diplomatic and stick with "your father was a complicated man", too, if I felt partly responsible for 'complicating' him and inadvertently made my friends' - and especially Dean's - lives way worse.

Though don't ask me who the hell is supposed to play Cas' vessel. How about Misha playing Cas walking around in Jimmy Novak's dad and wearing the worst possible 70s outfit?

#spn #the winchesters #spn prequel #I don't think it's gonna be anywhere as bad or generic as people expect #I have faith #(oh fuck oh shit get it OFF me! I thought I'd lost the last of my faith in this franchise a long time ago. Where did this even COME FROM?) #Cas-baiting #that's where #Jensen don't break my heart #give me 70s fashion disaster Cas