#but I am super happy you guys send them in and I promise I'll answer all of them eventually

[sattlersquarry]

Worse Than Ghosts [Part I] (Steve Harrington x Reader BFU AU)

READ THE PROLOGUE HERE. READ THE NEXT PART HERE.

Summary: The Spirit Search gang head to the Creel House for an initial safety check, and Y/N is confronted with her worst fear.

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: Language, canon-typical Vecna shenanigans, fear of deep water/fear of drowning, drug mention.

A/N: I included 2 direct Buzzfeed Unsolved references in this one. See if you can spot them! I'll reveal the answers when I post the next part. :)

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The Creel House towered over the Spirit Search team, looking evil even in the early-morning light. Vines choked the house from top to bottom. Moldy boards smothered each window. The whole place sagged under the weight of its torrid history.  

“Well, that’s not creepy,” Steve quipped. 

Y/N shook off her nerves and charged toward the porch steps. The crew followed, looking apprehensive—except for Robin. Her eyes shone with excitement.

“It’s perfect!” Robin said. “We’re definitely going to find an FBA tonight.” 

“FBA?” Jonathan asked, struggling under the weight of his camera equipment. 

“Full-bodied apparition!” Robin said. “A full-fledged, head-to-toe ghost.”

“Full-bodied, you say?” Argyle said. He wiggled his eyebrows and mimed an hourglass shape with his hands. 

On the porch, Y/N flipped open the mailbox and pulled out a small green envelope.

“The guy who owns the property said he left a key for us,” she said. 

She tore the envelope open and dumped the key into her palm. A small note tumbled out alongside it:

“Dear ‘Spirit Search’ team,

Please enjoy your time at the Creel House. When you are done, clean up after yourselves and return the key to the mailbox. 

Sometimes, strange noises can be heard from the attic. I am sure your beloved fanbase would say these are ghosts. The exterminator has informed me these are actually squirrels. Be cautious—they scratch.

Sincerely,

Martin Brenner”

“Squirrels my ass,” Robin said, reading the note over Y/N’s shoulder. “Did you talk to this Brenner guy, ask if he wanted to be interviewed?”

“I did,” Y/N said. “He said he doesn’t have any stories to contribute. But he’s happy for the exposure—he wants to turn this place into an AirBNB or some shit. Apparently, some people stay in haunted places for fun, and not for YouTube shows.”

The front door, adorned with a dirty stained-glass window of a rose, did not look particularly inviting. However, Y/N unlocked and opened it. 

The door creaked on its hinges, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. The entryway of the house was as disheveled and rundown as the exterior. 

“Whoa,” Jonathan said. “Every place we visit is fucked up, but this…this is super fucked up.”

The five of them wandered around, soaking in the sight of cobwebs and mildew.

“I feel like I’m gonna hurl,” Argyle said, green in the face. “What the hell is that stink, yo? It schmacked me right in the nostrils as soon as we walked in!” 

“Mold?” Steve said. “Rot?” 

“Ghost ectoplasm?” Robin offered.

Steve and Robin started to bicker back and forth about the utter ridiculousness of her theory. 

“Save it for the cameras!” Jonathan said. “Don’t waste all the good banter when we’re not rolling. Right, Y/N?”

The girl in question didn’t respond. She strained to listen to the upstairs of the house, swearing she heard…running water?

“Y/N?” Jonathan repeated. 

Y/N chalked the phantom sound up to anxiety.

“Right,” she said. “Be careful, everyone. Watch your step and don’t touch anything sharp or suspicious. I sincerely hope you’re all caught up on tetanus shots. Robin, Argyle, you survey the first floor. Steve and Jonathan, you check the second. I’ll head up to the attic, squirrels be damned. Use the red tape to block off any place seemingly dangerous, and look for good spots to set up infrared cameras.” 

“Cold spots!” Robin added. “Use the tech I got you all for Christmas to find cold spots. That means spirit activity, and that’s where the cameras should go.” 

The group promised they would use the devices—except for Argyle, who sheepishly admitted to turning his into a bong—and went their separate ways.

Up in the attic, Y/N affixed red tape around the cracked window, imaging a horrible scenario where a stoned Argyle tumbled out of it. 

Then, she heard it. A voice so chilling it could cut through skin, muscle, and sinew.

“Y/N…”

She dropped the tape in shock and whirled around.

She stood alone in the attic. 

“Hello?” she called, voice wavering.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“If this is some kind of joke, Steve,” Y/N said, louder, “I’m not fucking laughing. Cut it out.” 

“Poor, poor Y/N. So scared. So alone.”

“If you don’t stop it this instant,” Y/N snapped, “I’m firing you and making it Robin’s show!” 

She stormed down the attic steps and yanked on the doorknob.

The door didn’t move an inch. 

She pulled harder. 

Nothing. 

“This isn’t funny!” Y/N said, anger making way for fear. She pounded on the door with her first. “Open up!” 

A haunting reverberation echoed through the air. Y/N climbed the stairs once more and almost fainted on the spot when she saw a chiming grandfather clock standing proud in the middle of the attic. 

A grandfather clock that had not been there ten seconds before. 

The glass clock face split into multiple pieces. Y/N stepped closer and could hear the running water from before. 

The horrible voice seemed to be coming from the clock itself: “Do you remember that day at the beach, Y/N? It started out so tranquil.”

Y/N let out a stifled scream when the clock face exploded. Saltwater poured out from it, impossibly fast. Y/N tripped back down the stairs, the water flowing alongside and rising, rising, rising. 

“Your mother told you to stay on shore. But you were foolish and did not listen.”

Y/N screamed for help and pulled harder on the door. Tears poured down her cheeks as the rushing water got past her calves, her knees, her thighs, her hips—

“To this day, you cannot even swim in a swimming pool without remembering that day at the beach. That riptide. Do not fear, Y/N. Your suffering is almost at an end.” 

Y/N pounded her shoulder against the door as the water got up to her neck—

—and she blinked, and she was standing in the middle of the attic, no water or grandfather clocks in sight. 

She stumbled backward, gasping for air and clutching her chest. What the hell just happened?!

She roughly wiped her tears away and practically flew down the steps, relieved when the door opened with no trouble. 

Y/N zipped onto the second floor landing, heart racing. She accidentally collided with Steve, as he exited one of the bedrooms. 

“Whoa!” he said. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “Slow down, Speed Racer!” 

“Did you hear any of that?” Y/N said, breathless. 

“Any of what?” he said, tilting his head in that confused, painfully adorable way he did anytime Robin threw out supernatural terms or theories he didn’t know. 

“The-the—” Y/N stammered. She wanted to explain what just happened, but how could she if she didn’t understand it? 

A look of concern blossomed across Steve’s features. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You look a little nauseous.” 

“I’m okay,” Y/N said. “I’m okay. I…shit. Maybe ghosts are real.”

“Don’t tell me Robin and Argyle brought you to the dark side,” he teased.

Y/N, too freaked out to joke around with him, mumbled out, “Interviews. Gotta prepare for interviews.” 

She bolted to the first floor and headed back to the outside world. Steve watched her go, brow furrowed. 

Jonathan exited the upstairs bathroom.

“There are jars upon jars of dead spiders in there,” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction he came. “We’re taping that up.”

“Good call,” Steve said. “Hey, not trying to be funny, but Y/N just came down from the attic and looked like she…well…”

“Like she saw a ghost?” Jonathan finished, as he taped-up the bathroom door with a big red X.

“Yeah, exactly! She looked more scared than I’ve ever seen her. Even more scared when we were at that abandoned Blockbuster Video in Fresno, and that homeless guy hiding in the store tried to stab her with a heroin needle.” 

“That was terrifying,” Jonathan said. “I’m sure she’s just jittery. This house is scary and gross. And she went up to the attic all by herself, which in hindsight, wasn’t a smart move.” 

“We really need to be a six-person team,” Steve said, “so everyone has a buddy.”

“Let me guess,” Jonathan said, with a sly smile. “You always want to be Y/N’s buddy, right?” 

Steve’s cheeks flushed pink. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Byers,” he muttered.

“Mm-hm. Sure.” 

They heard a whistle from downstairs. 

“Time to go!” Y/N said, poking her head in the front door (but keeping her body firmly planted outside). “We need to head to the library for our interview with Nancy.”

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Tags: @thehauntingof-nancywheeler @mxltifxnd0m

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x female reader #st fic: ghosts #worse than ghosts i #st4 spoilers #buzzfeed unsolved au

[musette22]

Girl you are beautiful. I’m so glad you have met Seb, hopefully get get to meet Chris soon. I had the chance to see them in Atlanta when they were filming but was not able to due to other work commitments and I’ll never forgive myself for not missing it. Hoping I get to meet Seb and Mackie since F&WS are filming here in Atlanta.

Aahh thank you so much, you’re so sweet!! 🙈💕 Aww I’m so sorry you weren’t able to see Chris and Seb in Atlanta, that sucks! Pretty darn cool that you’re in Atlanta though, and I hope you’ll get to meet Seb and Mackie soon! I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you 🤞🏼🤞🏼

#I'm sorry I haven't answered all my asks yet peeps #I'm slow and my life is busy lol #but I am super happy you guys send them in and I promise I'll answer all of them eventually #you guys are the best 💕💕🥰🥰

[vanillann]

the red dress incident (edmund pevensie x f.reader)

it’s not in this request but they ask for #38!!! thank you for the request!! also kinda a modern au! also everyone is aged up but their is a bit of underage drinking.

warning: underaged drinking, creepy dude, the word hot used a lot, kinda ish slut shamming( DO YOU BEAUTIFUL), super long and i believe that’s all

“Lucy I don’t think this party is a good idea,” Susan stated from her spot on Lucy's bed.

Lucy stood in her closet, her finger tapping her chin. I laid across the floor of Lucy bedroom, a Rubik's cube in my hand.

“I kind of agree with Susan, we barely know the dude throwing it.”

Lucy shrugged and pulled a red dress from her closet, landing a top of my face.

“Here’s your dress (Y/N),” Lucy then pulled out a pale yellow dress, laying it on the bed with her all white tennis shoes.

“Thanks for that.”

I stood up, sitting beside Susan on the bed overlooking the outfit.

“Very Lucy.”

Susan nodded her head and looked over at me.

“Makes sense.”

“I can't help it. I don't like dark colors and leather jackets like you (Y/N).”

I shrugged and fell on my back, letting her soft blankets overtake me.

“Hey Lucy have you seen-”

I looked up to see Edmund standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Why is she here?”

I rolled my eyes and looked up at Lucy's ceiling.

“I live next door and your little sister is my best friend, now please stop asking dumb questions.”

Edmund sighed turning back to look at Lucy.

“Why are you friends with her again?”

“Why are you in my room again?”

Edmund kicked off the doorframe, walking into the room completely. He picked up my red dress from the floor.

“Who's this?”

I waved my hand, giving him a deadpan look. He simply rolled his eyes and threw it at me. He then got on all four, looking under Lucy's bed.

“I left my wallet in her last night, have you seen it?”

Lucy walked to her dresser, pulling a leather wallet from her top drawer. He looked over at the wallet, standing up to grab it. Once he got close to her, she moved the wallet behind her back.

“You get it back once you apologize to (Y/N).”

I sat up, the wicked smile crossed my face in seconds.

“Lucy, that would be like Jesus apologizing to the devil.”

“I’m the devil in this, right?”

Edmund looked over his shoulder at me, his death glare better than it used to be as a kid. He gave me the middle finger looking back at Lucy.

“Why should I apologize to the girl who is a bad influence on my baby sister?”

Susan looked up at him, her face shocked. A stern “Edmund” fell from her lips but that didn’t stop anything.

“Bad influence?” I stood up from the soft pink bed, the sneaker gliding across the floor to Edmund.

“Yeah a bad influence, I mean look at this dress.”

He pushed past my shoulder, picking up the silk material from the bed with one finger, like it was going to bite him.

“I happen to like that dress,” Lucy pointed a finger at her brother. Susan grabbed the dress from his finger, holding to her chest.

“You’re mad that you know your sister is living to the fullest and you're stuck at home cranky all the time.”

I took a single step closer to him.

“I don’t think sleeping around is living life to the fullest.”

Edmund did the same as I did seconds ago, the room beside us felt like miles.

“At least people want to sleep with me.”

I took another step closer to him, noticing the small hit of hazel in his eyes now.

“Only cause that dress.”

He took a step closer while pointing to the dress Susan still held. Our noses were almost touched with how close we were. The anger breaths made the air around us both feel hot and steamy.

“You just hate to admit that this dress would look hot on me.”

“Trust me, I don’t think much can look good on you.”

I looked up at this wicked smile, the confidence I had moments ago gone. The anger bubbled inside of me.

“I'll finish getting ready for the party at my place Lucy, see you at 10.”

I moved to look over at Susan, a sad smile across her face.

“I think you’re very beautiful (Y/N),” Susan whispered as I took the dress gently from her hands.

“I know Susan, but you’re the hot one around here.” I gave a dramatic wink and left the room, waving to Lucy as I left.

*

The red silk dress hung from my waist, the leather jacket around me keeping me warm. The black combat boots made me feel empowered, but Edmund's angry face had me grabbing another drink from the cooler.

“Don’t listen to my brother, he’s just angry like he always is.”

Lucy held a water to her lips, trying to stay somewhat sober.

“Is your boyfriend here yet?”

Lucy looked at me, shaking her head and looking down at her phone.

“He’s in the bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.”

I nodded my head, downing the rest of the drink in my hand.

“Three down, many more to go.”

*

Edmund sat in his room, watching the weird medieval drama play out across the TV.

The character came down the stairs in a bright red dress, Edmund looked away from the TV as he realized the color similarities from your dress.

The sight of your hurt face was on his brain since you walked out of Lucy's room earlier.

Suddenly his phone rang, he jumped so high in the sky he was surprised he didn’t fall off the bed.

The unknown number flashed across his phone, the confusion kicked in. He slowly answered, a quiet hello fell past his lips.

“I look so hot right now.”

Slurred speech took over the other line, (Y/N) voice could barely be heard over the loud music.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes King Edmund, King of Opinions,” she gave a small giggle before a loud ‘off’ echoed throughout the phone line.

Edmund jumped up, now completely sitting up.

The sound of shuffling and groans were all he heard before (Y/N) yelled “Another please”, Edmund immediately jumped from his bed and ran into Lucy's room.

The small piece of paper with the address of the party sat on her desk table, just like Peter made her promise to do.

“I’m coming right now, stop drinking please.”

Edmund quickly hung up and grabbed his keys. The panic flooded him as he drove the 10 minute to the crowded party.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, (Y/N) stood on the porch with a small man standing beside her.

He touched her shoulder, to which he pushed away.

“I’m not that drunk bud.”

He finger ghosted over her shoulder again when Edmund finally reached them.

“I don't think that means do it again,” (Y/N) head snapped up, looking him over once.

“Told you, I look hot.”

(Y/N) tried to push off the wall, but fell to the porch. The guy beside went to pick her up, but Edmund quickly pushed the boy off. His anger was worse than it ever was when he was fighting with her.

He bent down and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder.

“I got this.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he picked her up from the wooden floor.

“You wanted to see how hot I look, didn't you?”

Edmund looked at her cocky smile, her eyes completely closed.

“Why do you only ever describe yourself as hot?”

Edmund placed her in the passenger seat, closing the door and quickly running to the driver side.

“Maybe because I am.”

She shrugged and looked over at him, her eyes wide and happy.

“I always thought you were more than that.”

Edmund looked at the road ahead, knowing he could say anything since she wouldn't remember in the morning. The feelings from when he was a 15 year old boy came rushing back, the crush he had on his younger sister's best friend.

“We used to be friends, what happened?”

Edmund quickly looked back over at her, the memory of Peter dating Susan's best friend that ended horribly.

“Things got complicated.”

(Y/N) simply threw her head back, her eyes closing.

Edmund's house came into view, relief flooding his head. Without thinking Edmund passed the drunk girl driveway, pulling right into his.

Once parked,Edmund moved to grab her, the cute little smile spread across her face

“I like complicated things.”

Edmund sighed, quickly picking the girl up and walking into the house. He passed every room, heading up the stairs to his room. The same drama was still on from when he left.

He placed her on the bed, watching as she curled into his blanket.

He took his phone out his pocket, sending Lucy a quick text about you.

Suddenly a leg came in contact with the back of his own, his body went tumbling to the ground.

Soft giggles and sorry could be heard above him. He groaned, getting off his hardwood floor.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, sorry.”

Edmund stood up completely, dusting off fake dirt.

“It’s fine, just my floor.”

“I meant every time I said mean things.”

He looked over at her, her sad smile playing with his soccer themed blanket.

“I said meaner things.”

Edmund didn't wait for a replay, leaving to grab the makeup wipe Lucy uses from the bathroom.

When he came back, looked up at him and smiled. He couldn’t help the blush across his face.

“I think you fell in love with me tonight.”

Edmund shook his head as he walked closer to the girl. He dragged the makeup wipe across her soft face, dark browns and gold covered the once clean wipe.

“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me.”

She laughed, her arms grabbing onto his biceps. He smiled at her, the nice her brought all those weird funny feelings back.

Edmund always liked nice (Y/N), but she became very rare after her car accident. With her new found anger and Edmund crush that could never happen, the fights came easy.

Suddenly (Y/N) stood from the bed and marched into Lucy's room, yelling something about “soft pj’s”, to which Edmund let her be.

He waited outside in the hallway until the door opened, she looked so out of place in a bright baby boy pj set.

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder to Lucy's bed. She quickly moved from his arm and wrapped herself in the soft blankets.

Edmund turned to leave before (Y/N) grabbed his hand.

“You never told me if I looked hot.”

Edmund smiled, squeezing her hand once then letting go.

“I would use words more like stunning and gorgeous, but sure. You looked hot.”

Edmund left the room once he turned the lights off. As soon as the door closed Edmund phone dings. He fished it out his pocket to see a message from Lucy.

Lucy: Sorry about that, please remove her makeup or she will be grumpy in the morning

Edmund smirked, walking to his medieval drama playing on the TV.

#edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #narina #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #prince caspian #narnia x reader

[themand0lorian]

Hey Marnie!!! I don’t know if you will answer this, but I think I need someone’s opinion and I kinda trust yours.

I’ve been talking to this guy for a few days now ( since last saturday 11/27 ) and we talked A LOT during this week. About many things, like soccer, college, work, some shows and this kind of stuff. He is super nice, lovely and sweet to me. I know that he can’t answer me all the time because he is busy from 7 am to 5 pm, like I’m busy during this time.

The problem at the moment is: I think he is ghosting me today. We normally have been talking from 6 pm to 10/11 pm or until one of us falls asleep, but he just hasn’t talked to me today. And, yes, I thought that he was like super busy but he is posting on his private story and seeing mine.

I really thought that this time I could have a good time with a guy. Go out with him and maybe, just maybe, he would be interested in something more. But than again, this happens. I feel awfull because he was a really nice dude.

I just don’t know if it was something I said? Or did? The last thing we talked about was me going to the sallon. I can’t help but think that he just found someone prettier and is going for them instead of me, like all of the guys I talk to do.

You don’t have to answer this, I know I ranted, I just think I needed to tell someone who maybe will understand this feeling.

Anyways, thanks for being here Marnie!!! Love you 💖

hi friend!! not sure what I did to make you think I'm good at advice, but i'll give it a shot lol (under a read more because I am long winded)

I definitely understand this feeling. dating in 2021 is unbelievably hard, especially when it feels like we have the world at our fingertips at all times. sometimes it feels like you are nothing. im so sorry you're upset, and I wish I could take it away from you ❤️

personally, I would give him a bit more time before assuming the worst--how many times have you opened a text, thought of an answer but forgotten to actually send it? or you just need some time away from social stuff, or you're out for the night and your phone is the last thing on your mind. one day of not texting isn't always the end of the world--if it is to you, then you should tell him that. it doesn't have to be obnoxious, just something like "hey I really like talking to you, I missed chatting tonight, hope you had a good night" or something like that that shows that you want the conversation to continue.

If he chooses to ghost, it honestly probably isn't you; it doesn't make it less disappointing, but I wish you wouldnt talk so badly about yourself over it (I know, easier said than done), because i'm sure you are nothing if not great. I don't know you, but I know this about you; you deserve to be loved in the way you want to be. if he doesn't see that, it's truly his loss.

something that keeps me going in terms of dating is a post I saw on reddit at some point, which was something along the lines of this: you are always going to have things you don't like about yourself, or something you wish you could change. when someone loves you, they don't see that about you; they see it as a part of you, what makes you, you.

I'm still looking for someone like that, and it sounds like you are too. like i said, it can be so incredibly disheartening. but im rooting for your happiness, whether that's with this guy or not; your person is out there. I promise.

Im sending you lots of love, anon. I hope you feel it. Please feel free to send any other asks or chats if you ever want to chat! 💖

#asks #long post #online dating is the worst

[bluboothalassophile]

I honestly don't understand DC always trying to undermine Raven's powers. I read the current comics that she's in and it is so poorly written and boring. They suck at character development and its so fucked up that she's always brushed aside. And also I'll never forgive them for killing Roy and they keep fucking up Jason. These guys went through a lot and I just wanna see them be happy and I want to see more batfamily moments and team ups like in Batman and Robin Eternal.

Hello,

Reasons I am mad about Canon Raven:

She’s ALWAYS depowered; always, and she is literally the very definition of an over powered character. 

When they attempt to over power her again they fuck it up; like in Titans with Raven’s ‘telepathy’; she’s a fucking empath! NEVER has she been a telepath!

She has never been utilized outside of the Titans; which is infuriating on many levels. Because she needs to go solo; with a big comic or go to JL Dark or hell, team her up with Lucifer! I don’t know, but something outside of the fucking Titans!

Her solo series, while hold much promise are always cut short, or tie into nothing about her canon life.

They just severed her connection with her aunt and cousins, further isolating her again.

I am royally pissed that her connection with Victor Stone, a.k.a. Cyborg, (which I think is canonly her BEST familiar relationship EVER, their dynamic is amazing; it’s also an amazing dynamic for Victor too! So why was it cut!?) has been severed, was briefly rekindled only to be discarded again.

She’s always de-aged; sorry @chromium7sky, but I really hate that because I really think she should be about Jason and Tim’s age, hell, I’d even settle her being Dick’s age, just enough de-aging her! At this rate; and I’m sorry @impulse-goblin, she’ll be a RobRae with Carrie Kelley or Matt McGinnis! Which is so not okay because DC is screwing her over royally.

Marv, her creator, can no longer write her well to be engaging; which is sad.

She’s been royally dumbed down; which really fucking pisses me off, because even though N52 SUCKED BALLS, Raven, while bitchy, was always eager to learn; it’s one of her defining traits! She’s super smart, she’s engaging, she’s empathetic and kind, and rebirth has made it so she struggles with school. -.- Explain that to me, please, she’s never been stupid or struggled learning before. And I get trying to connect with modern readers, and making characters relateable, but that was just plain fucking stupid. There are other characters you can do that with, using Raven does not help in anyway.

I will not get into my issues with N52, there’s many, but mainly: WTF is up with Raven’s Entire Personality!? I mean don’t get me wrong, I loved the design she had, and I loved her on Tim’s team, also their entire friendship was amazing, but WTF, what a Bitch. I wanted to smack her.

They either forget she is a magic user, or they forget she’s a demon with demon abilities or something, but it always seems like one or the other is missing with her.

Off side key irritation too: How come her father doesn’t play a larger part of the DC universe and getting heroes to fear him? I mean come on! Titans plays him up to be like Darksied or Lucifer level of terrifying, and the DC universe: Who’s Trigon? WTF is that about!? You want the Only Daughter Of Trigon to have meaning, to show her power, then why the fuck isn’t Trigon more widely known and feared!? Come On People! We have Darksied’s ENTIRE Family feared, but you want to play Trigon off as eviler than Darksied but the entire DC universe outside Titans is like: Who the Fuck is Trigon!?

Kay, Metal hinted at her connection and importance to the Multiverse, but the DC, I don’t know… Forgot? And somehow the entire reason for her being captured, isolated and singled out by the Batman Who Laughed was forgotten. Granted my favorite panel of her and Victor happened because of that, but seriously; MAJOR PLOT HOLE DC! Come on, we aren’t Marvel, cease these plot holes in your big labels! Be grown ups!

Mainstream Raven hurts my Raven loving heart. But her counterparts are pretty cool, like on Earth 1 or Bombshells or the recent Titans movies, definitely liked her in the Titans live action show, and obviously I loved her in the cartoon; not Titan’s Go as that has helped in destroy her and the Titans. 

Now, my issues with Heroes Crisis:

King. Fucking cock teasing bastard tormented us with BatCat for over a year, getting them to the fucking alter then he did that fucking stunt; hell yes I am pissed still, and I am no less angry going into Heroes Crisis.

Kay, now for real.

I have major issues with the plot, thus far, because there doesn’t seem to be one.

Killing Roy and Wally did nothing to further a plot, or even engage in the plot and has just furthered to hurting surrounding characters.

Killing Roy was fucked up and senseless; as a writer I find that appalling.

Killing Wally was unnecessary; especially after all the fucking trouble we had gone through to get that speedster back! I mean COME ON! It’s like you brought him back solely to kill him off, and if that’s the case, someone smack a brain into King’s fucking head.

While the premise of Heroes Crisis was engaging and interesting to read the idea for it, it has been a dismal affair.

Why the fuck are your only suspects Harley Quinn and Micheal Carter, a.k.a. Booster Gold? No seriously want to explain that!? 

There is NO WAY Harley would ever hurt or kill Ivy, just no, and DC I don’t care about trying to cater to people and convincing all of Harley and Ivy are straight, it just wouldn’t happen. Ivy and Harley are in love, and I sincerely doubt, that despite EVERYTHING Harley has done in her life, that she would ever kill the woman she loved.

Also, Micheal Carter has selflessly saved the timeline multiple times, and done so without recognition. Yes, he can be full of himself, but where the hell did King come to the conclusion that Carter was a sociopathic narcissist? Someone please explain the basics of human nature to King; PLEASE! For the love of God, someone! I expect this crap from Lobell!

Now to my fury with the Batfamily in it’s current state:

Rebirth presented us with fairly healthy dynamics between the Batfamily members; which was refreshing as all get out, but now… I’d like to rip DC’s heart out and shove it up their ass for what they’ve done.

First, they allowed King to be the ultimate cock tease! Bastard built up the fucking BatCat wedding to be the wedding of the goddamn century; going to make comic history! And he fucks us over like we’re a two cent whore whilst simultaneously destroying the Batfamily.

Second: who the fuck even ALLOWED Lobdell into DC again to write!? I mean really!? Did you asshole not learn your lesson the first time!?

Third, wtf is up with Ric Grayson; I get it, we’re all exceedingly immature for taking an actually socially acceptable nickname from the 1930′s and perverting it into penis jokes. But news flash, Dick’s character has evolved with taking that in stride and laughing it off. Changing his name only pisses us off and furthers our desires to make dick jokes. 

Fourth: What the fuck are you guys even doing allowing Lobdell near Jason? I get it Lobdell is some ‘big shot’ good ‘big name to have on a comic’ but his writing is shit, I’ve read better stories from Kindergartners. Lobdell is like the Russo brothers of DC, please remove him from our premise, and I petition for us, the fans, to take custody of Jason from Lobdell for the sake of global comic peace. The Dude Can Not For The Love Of God Write. I’m surprised he even knows how to arrange letters on a piece of paper to form words honestly.

Why aren’t Duke and Cass B’s kids? No seriously? Why!? We all know those are his favorite two kids, so wtf are they doing… anywhere else but with the Bats?

Why is Babs Batgirl? Don’t go with that female empowering crap answer, just don’t, she was a better icon as Oracle than as Batgirl. She’s long since outgrown the role, and she had grown beautifully into the role of Oracle, so run this by me again: Why did we take a beautiful survivor, who created empowerment for people with disabilities while remaining a strong female lead and turn her back into Batgirl? Seriously? Someone explain that to me!?

Thank God DC hasn’t fucked up Tim yet, but Can We Please Stop With Evil Batman Tim!? Tim doesn’t even want to be Batman! He Never Has Wanted To Be Batman!

WTF did you do with Damian’s character development? He is not this baby raging Bat anymore who seeks to kill everyone who crosses him. Also what the hell was up with the whole Dami’s got a secret prison thing? That lead to nothing and has since been dropped, but seriously people, who is the lead brain in DC right now allowing this shit!?

Again, I must ask, what’s up with evil Bat futures; have we NO HOPE that these boys can grow up and actually be decent people!? Really. I want to know. I don’t get the options you’ve given these heroes.

Why does B have a double standard when it comes to Kate and Jason; and don’t say it’s because Jason’s killed, Damian’s killed and B is trying to be a good dad to him, so what’s up with this shit!? Is it really so much easier to have the rift between B and Jay than attempt to amend it!? If B has a problem with Jason using guns then the same problem should be applied to Kate; I don’t care about her likability, she’s a bitch and the double standard should cease.

And why is Jason trying to connect with Willis Todd? Willis was an abuse fucker or did Lobdell for get his own canon material again? Someone please remove Lobdell from DC premises! PLEASE! Send him to Marvel or something, I don’t care, but stop allowing him to fuck over Jason because he wants to!

Now, again, I’m brought to the double standards B has and his own reckless behavior. DC please, either find a ethics and morals person to join your writing team, or grow a fucking brain because you are precariously close to having Batman become the killer and the villain.

Why are we isolating the Bats again, when they were so connected at the start of Rebirth? I want to read about the Batfamily BEING A Family! Not this divide and pit against each other crap. 

The worst part of all this is, Rebirth actually started off great! Now it’s a flaming pile of wreckage and I almost wish we’d go back to N52 if only to stop watching the same trainwreck over and over happen.

#bluboothalassophile #hello reader

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Dice Polishing with a Vibration Tumbler

Hello and welcome! I recently began dice making, and like many dice makers, loathe the sanding and polishing part. So I began to look for an easier way, and came across vibration tumbling. I watched a few videos, specifically Rybonator and Kaitlin Pierce (video 1 and video 2; check out the pinned comment by Silversnorlax204 in video 2), and decided to give it a try myself. I recommend watching those videos before you read this post.

I went in using the same materials and tools as Kaitlin did in her latest video - the tumbler, porcelain beads, and the Chemical Guys V32-38 polishing compounds. My main question was "Is there a noticeable difference between these compounds in regards to dice?". Since these compounds are intended for auto use and not dice, I wanted to answer this question first before I went too crazy.

TL;DR: Some, and a lot more testing is required. Right now I'm inclined to agree with Kaitlin's choice of the V34, and think that this will be the only one I'd ever need to use.

THE DETAILS:

This round of testing has left me with more questions than answers, and I will be doing more testing in the future. But for now, here are my results.

PER RUN, I tumbled:

1 raw 3d printed die (supports removed, no sanding), 1 raw 3d printed die with one face colored with black Sharpie (to test how much material is actually removed during tumbling), 2 3d printed dice sanded with 600 grit sandpaper and the numbers inked in black so I could tell them apart easily from the raw prints, 4 raw cast dice from different sets, 3 raw cast runes, 1 cast die with only the rough faces sanded with 600 grit sandpaper, the remaining sides raw.

I did a dry run that was just 8 hours in the tumbler with the beads and nothing else. Then I did 8 hour runs for each the V32, V34, and V36. I washed the beads off between compounds to ensure I was testing only one compound at a time and wasn't mixing them together. I did not continue with the V38 because I didn't think it would be a productive use of the product at this point. I did each run with it's own set of dice as listed above, nothing was overlapped (the dice in the dry run did not go into the V32 run, the dice in the V32 run didn't go into V34, etc).

First off, the raw 3d prints with no sanding had just absolutely NO visible change in any of the runs so I'm not taking up space with the photos. However, the raw prints with the sharpie are worth sharing:

There is a visible difference between them so you can see just how much material each run took off. The dry run took off nothing, V32 took off the most, V34 a little less, and V36 a little less. The points are still very sharp, and the edges very rough.

This video shows the 3d prints sanded to 600 grit (sandpaper) after their 8 hour runs side by side. From left to right: dry, V32, V34, V46, fully hand polished to white zona. The dry run barely looks any different from how it went in, probably a bit more scratched up. V32 is a little shiny, and build lines are still visible from printing. V34 is clearer, build lines are much less obvious, and shinier. V36 takes it just a baby step further, but it's hard to really see. Still, none of these compare to the fully hand polished die.

My takeaway: maybe polishing on the green zona and then tumbling will get me closer to the look of the fully hand polished die, I will be testing this idea further in the future. (spoiler alert - YES! I did a quick test after writing up this post and have some super exciting results that will come in a separate post)

These sanded prints is where the biggest differences can be seen in these runs. The cast dice did polish up really well, however the most the compounds did was make up for my bad molds where the caps didn't have perfectly shiny faces. Tumbling did NOT have any affect on the lifted faces, the edges are still just as rough and ugly. It only shined up the faces.

In conclusion, meh. Not really a huge difference between the compounds, but there are differences. Tumbling with the dry porcelain media definitely made the dice look worse than they did originally, but the polishing compounds earn a chef's kiss.

I am still dealing with lid lift during curing and rough edges, these first tests didn't really address those issues, but I will confirm they gave a GLORIOUS glassy mirror shine.

I'm going to be doing more testing. I did do one additional test already, and I'll be putting up a separate post for it because I still need to take all the photos and video, and I want to get this post up now because I promised it this week. But if you're interested in tumbler polishing, keep an eye out for my next tumbler testing post because that test made me downright giddy. I sanded down my rough faces and edges and put a few dice through the tumbler and there were very good results, but it deserves it's own post so that will be coming soon.

If there are any questions you want to see tested with tumbler polishing, feel free to send me a dm here or on Instagram!

Happy dice making, y'all!