#but for real this will be the party theme

[theghoulshat]

domestic pre-war!cooper, pretty please~ 👀

Unchained Melody

Pre-War!Cooper Howard x F!Reader pinned info — send me a request — masterlist MDNI 🔞 established relationship, domestic fluff, mentions of alcohol use, some suggestive themes, cooper is a divorcee, supportive janey, talks of a marriage proposal, teeny tiny bit of angst. word count: 1,744

Lonely rivers flow To the sea, to the sea To the open arms of the sea, yeah

The sun's rays spill through the gap in the curtains, alerting Cooper to the new day. He wakes up groggily, the party from the night before finally hitting him like a truck. Sometimes being a well-known actor meant you had to go out from time to time, to keep up your public image. Cooper was always willing to meet a fan, but that many in one night? He was socially drained by the time he'd come back home, and into your arms. He was fairly drunk too, but that was besides the point.

Lonely rivers sigh "Wait for me, wait for me" I'll be coming home, wait for me

His eyes gaze over at you, and he can't help but smile at how gorgeous you looked. With the way the light covered you, you looked like an actual angel. Cooper couldn't believe he had been so lucky to find you after his divorce from Janey's mother. He appreciated that you loved him for him - and not for the money that came with his kind of fame. He couldn't help but wonder if you were a gift specifically crafted for him, by God, or if he was just in the right place at the right time when the two of you met.

Either way, he was going to make sure to keep you around for the rest of your lives. The ring that was hidden away in his bedside table was ready and waiting for the right time for him to propose to you. You had been together almost nine months, and he felt like you had been together for far longer than that.

He wanted to tie the knot with you, but he had his doubts. Would you even want to marry a divorcee? There was a stigma about it, but you were not the kind of woman to care about something like that. So long as he loved you, and wanted to be with you, why did it matter that he was married once before, and had a kid?

Woah, my love, my darling I've hungered for your touch A long, lonely time

He didn't know that you had seen the box while you'd done a bit of spring cleaning. He was away for a whole month while he filmed on the other side of the country. It was for another Western, called 'The Man from Deadhorse'. He couldn't tell you much about it, for confidentiality reasons, but you had both planned to watch it on its release day in the local movie theatre. With Janey, of course.

You loved that little girl with all your heart. She may not have been yours biologically, but you still considered her your own. You'd recently sat her down, with her father there to listen, as you explained that you were never going to replace her real mother - but you still wanted her to know that you were there for her, if she ever needed you, and that you were perfectly fine with the idea of her calling you 'mom', so long as Cooper's ex-wife was fine with that too.

Janey had been surprisingly supportive of your union with her dad. She just wanted him to be happy, especially after seeing how heartbroken he was after the divorce with her mom. She thought you were an amazing woman, for being able to make her dad smile again after the dark period he had found himself in. It tore her heart apart whenever she'd catch him with the mask off. Especially the way his eyes would lose their light as he stared off into the distance, whiskey in hand, when he thought no one was looking.

His charming smile never felt the same after the divorce, but you brought that light back into his eyes, and the genuineness to his smile, and both Janey and Cooper appreciated you greatly for it. They couldn't really put it into words, but you felt it. You were the not the kind of person to expect anything grandiose from either of them. You loved them, and they loved you - that was all you wanted, and needed, from them.

And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine?

The moment of silent bliss was interrupted by the soft groan that leaves your lips as you slowly awaken, the sun's rays disturbing you from your slumber. Cooper can't help but chuckle a little to himself as he watches you struggle to wake up. His arms wrap around you and pull you into him, his body heat not helping your struggle to wake up properly.

"Good morning, sweetheart." His morning voice was so sexy. If Cooper didn't have somewhere to be, you would have suggested that you two have a quickie while the two of you cuddled in bed. It certainly would have helped wake you up for the day.

"Mornin'..." You drawl out, nuzzling your tired face into his neck. "How can you wake up so easily?" You whined, wrapping your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

"Waking up and seeing your beautiful face in the morning... that's how, darlin'." He presses his lips against the crown of your head, and you find your cheeks tingling as you blush at his words. He was such a charmer.

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes, listening out for Janey's alarm clock's jarring chime. You two didn't want to part from each other's arms, but your little girl would need some breakfast and her clothes ironed for the day ahead. Cooper opted to cook, while you opted to iron. The way you both worked in harmony was a sight to behold. And Janey watched you both move around her, and each other, with a large grin of admiration on her face.

I need your love I need your love God speed your love to me

The song 'Unchained Melody' plays low in the background as the two of you finish with your tasks. Cooper dishes up the pancakes with butter on top, while you help Janey get her freshly-ironed clothes on. "Breakfast's ready!" He calls out, just as the two of you emerge from Janey's room. "Are my two favourite girls hungry for some pancakes?" He grins wide as Janey cheers, rushing towards the table with your hand in hers.

As the three of you sat at the table, breakfast in your bellies, you checked the clock on the wall and audibly gasped: "Oh no! You two are going to be late! I best get your hats-" You rushed out of your seat to find their respective cowboy and cowgirl hats. You were careful holding them as you returned to them. They were both standing up from their seats, waiting patiently and calmly - a complete contrast to how rushed you felt.

As you passed Cooper his hat, you gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Knock 'em dead, honey." You both smiled lovingly at each other before you turned to place Janey's hat on top of her head, careful as to not squash her bouncy curls too much. You find your hands brushing at the girl's shoulders as you inspect her blue and yellow outfit. It was the spitting image of her father's costume, and you couldn't help but gush at how cute she looked when she first put it on.

"Make sure to listen to your father, alright? And maybe try to make some new friends with the kids at the party?" You playfully pinch at her round cheeks, making the young girl groan in feigned annoyance.

"Okay, mommy, I'll try." She says it so nonchalantly, you almost miss it - but you don't. You straighten up, your wide eyes glancing over at Cooper's own, as you process it together. Janey seems none the wiser about the way you want to grab hold of her and cry from the sheer joy you felt at being called 'mommy'.

Tears form at the corner of your eyes, but you blink them away with a wide smile as you watch Janey skip excitedly towards the door. "I'm going to get Sugarfoot ready!" She calls over her shoulder, leaving through the front door of the house. "Be careful, honey!" You call after her, doubting she even heard you over the door closing.

"Coop... did she really just call me that?" You can't help but feel like you were still dreaming. He looks to you and smiles softly at you in an empathetic manner. He leans towards you, his hand on your elbow, as his lips peck your cheek.

Squeezing your elbow, he gives you his signature smirk and winks at you. "I'll be seeing you later... mommy." You let out a hearty laugh, swatting at him for saying it out loud like that.

"Go on, Coop, you're both going to be late! And Janey's handling Sugarfoot all by her little self - she'll need your help." You chuckle and shake your head as you shoo him through the front door.

He stops and turns one last time, giving you one more peck on the lips. "I'll see you after this Roy kid's birthday party, alright? I have a surprise lined up for tonight." He tips his hat at you as he parts from you, and you can't help but swoon a little at the move.

You watch quietly from the open door as they both clamber on top of Sugarfoot. "You better bring some of that cake back with you!" You jokingly call out to them as you wave them both goodbye. "Look after each other!"

You knew what Cooper's surprise was going to be. You had been waiting for it since you'd accidentally found the box in his bedside drawer.

But what you didn't know, however, was that they wouldn't be coming back. Not because they didn't want to, but because they wouldn't be able to. The image of them sauntering off on top of the white horse would be the very last memory you would have of them.

All because it was October 23rd... the day that the world would change forever. And you would find yourself witnessing that change, without the ones you loved most by your side. Fear in your aching heart, as you knew that you would never get to see them again...

#cooper howard x fem!reader #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #fallout x reader #x reader #cooper howard fanfiction #cooper howard one shot #cooper howard imagine #fallout fanfiction #fallout fanfic #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout

[warpedpuppeteer]

Let's talk about that henley line in the episode real quick. As we've established so far in the show, Eddie is the henley guy. He's the one constantly wearing them. This line is used in such a jarring way to highlight the fact that Buck's love interest is wearing a henley but didn't dress up for the theme (which Buck got disappointed about) and the guy who is known to be the henley guy actually chose an outfit based on the theme because Buck wanted there to be a theme. And not only that, the fact that Eddie chose a matching couples outfit, was the only one who stayed when even Buck's LI had to leave (due to work) and kept being supportive of all of Buck's ideas (from the party to the theme to going to Chimney's room). It's clear that they're trying to lay the groundwork for something. And that something is establishing Eddie's role in Buck's life.

#i don't usually pay attention to wardrobes and stuff in shows #but it's been established that it's pretty important thing in 911 #so the choice is very interesting and telling #it's the way Tommy is written to be Eddie in a different font but they're also establishing the way they're different #but different in that Eddie is the one who keeps being there for Buck #very very interesting choices #buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 spoilers #buddie meta

[frankieunscripted]

My reasons to hate Drake

First things first, I'm the reales- wait, wrong theme. First of all, I would like to say this is NOT an unbiased recap, this is literally just me listing things I've hated about Drake for years. You might as well join in on the hate train. Go watch some YouTube video essays on this if you wanna know more!!! You'll find plentyyyy

Certified Pedophile ("allegedly"): Texting teen girls until they're of age and then go and date them. ew.

Cosplay Gangsta: disrespecting the culture as a whole but especially what hiphop is about. Flexing money, cars, girls, drugs, clothes bc he never understood hiphop was never about flexing, but about being heard bc you're oppressed. Now we got his die-hard fans running around acting like this is true rap. no. "You don't know nun bout dat!"

Culture Vulture: jumping from trend to trend in order to make it "his own", faking accents that he has no business playing with and dropping them as soon as he's done with this specific type of genre bc it's not trendy anymore. Jamaican and African accents are just 2 examples here.

Blackness: Drake never really got out of his acting career. Back on DeGrassi he was acting as a high school jock. Now he's acting like a tough black guy who's from the streets and knows what it's like to be down bad, when this was never his life. Lil Wayne warned him to never change and act tough just bc he would sign to Wayne's label where the rapper where predominantly "gangsta type dudes". And what did Drizzy do? He's acting all tough and "outta dem streets". He's clearly overcompensating for not feeling black enough (I've already reblogged 2 posts about this, pls see these for further context). Drake's mad for not being referred to as a rapper who speaks on being black, when in reality the black experience was never of topic in any of his songs. He also doesn't give back to the community.

Validation: Drake donates money in the music video for God's Plan, only to earn more money than he donated and feel good about donating and then never doin' that shit again.

Numbers: As a great man once said: "Crack fiends bought 10 million rocks, that don't mean it's good. It don't mean nothing." (As you can imagine, that man was 2Pac). And with that I say that proofing your worth in the industry by numbers don't mean a lot. It means you and your team figured out the market and started producing stupid, vapid, but terribly long albums to maximize streaming numbers, automatically bumping up his place in the industry. This is about quantity, not quality - good rap/ hiphop was never about that. Drake actively validates his music and his status with his fame, money and his streams and neither him nor his fans seem to get that says nothing about the artistic value of his music. "Numbers lie too, fuck your pride, too!" (I mean really, Baby Shark has 14 Billion views on YouTube - you think that's REAL artistry, Mister Aubrey?)

Cocky Ass Bitch: I would be okay with a lot of his music if Drake just knew his place. He went pop ages ago, but still people (including himself) refer to him as a rapper - no even, as THE rapper in the Top 3. Sometimes I feel like y'all do this, just to piss me off personally. Apart from everything else wrong with Drake, there's nothing wrong with liking his music persé. Not everyone is into conscious/ deep stuff and sometimes, when you with the homies, you just wanna chill and listen to something "mindless" - MIND you, I'm not looking down on "non-conscious" rap, I'm just saying not every artist has to be woke/ deep all the time and some "empty" party anthem about girls, fashion, cars and alcoholism is fun at times. These party anthems deserve their place. And a child actor turned rapper turned POP STAR is valid in my books - just not if it's Drake. Apropos cockiness: The dude compares himself multiple times to Michael Jackson and while that got a few good lines out of him, I believe it's close to fucking blasphemy. Drake and MJ on the same pedastal. I mean sure, questionable stuff happening with kids, both of them wildly successful for their standards (mind you streaming like today wasn't around back then and many of the numbers cannot be compared), but one of them a real talent and the other one some guy who more or less made it as an industry plant. "I can dance like Michael Jackson? / I'd say your skills really lack, son!" (okay sorry, I know, that was corny as fuck xD) Dude is flexing with numbers instead of poetic abilities -

Ghostwriters: "What poetic abilities?", I hear you ask - Yeah, don't think i forgot! Best believe I been cooking this one. There's evidence for Drake having ghostwriters - which on its own is fine, don't believe every star writes every single bar on their own. My problem with this is, that Drake keeps his cocky attitude, even though many of his hits aren't really Aubrey-written and also many ghostwriters never got their credit (this is why they're called "ghostwriters", I know that this is not something specific to Drake, but slapping one more name in the credits ain't that hard, when your worth a billion bucks). This is the rap equivalent of flexing your parents wealth when you did nothing for that and act like it's all your work. Our copy someone's homework. I guess his song Right Hand wasn't about a romantic interested after all but the dudes who been writing it!

STOLEN SHIT: Why in hell is no one mentioning this on here? Drake is KNOWN for stealing other artists verse metres (referred to as "flows", y'all tumblr, idk how much you guys do know, okay?), melodies, whole beats, samples or verses in general. In no other studio would you see mentions of a "reference track" concerning songwriting. They take a song as reference and build around it as they construct a beat. There's PLENTY of evidence for this happening, one story really had me baffled, where a young indie-rapper met Drake in the early 2010s, gave him his CD to listen to and a whopping 5 years later the indie-rapper realizes Drake just fucking stole his entire song (a really personal one at that) on his latest album back then. Being indie, of course the guy had little to no means fighting back with lawyers or anything, man's was working a 9to5 job and had other stuff going on. Before you wanna flame me though: YES. There is a difference between stealing and paying hommage. One famous example is Drake biting Eminem's Superman flow on Chicago Freestyle: "But I do know one thing though/ Bitches, they come, they go/ Saturday throufh Sunday, Monday / Monday through Sunday, yo/ Maybe I'll love you one day/ Maybe we'll someday grow". The only good thing Drake ever did was changing Em's "Bitches" to "Women" on his song. Other than that: exact same few bars. This is a hommage. Why? Because Eminem, that's why. You can pay hommage to well-known artists with good bars. It takes a common ground of knowledge from artist to audience to make a hommage like this work. That can go well. Kendrick copies the flow of a Kanye West song on HiiiPower and it works just fine because you listen to either of the song and think: "Ah yeah exactly, that one part, okay, I see you." You don't pay hommage to a small, unknown, indie-rapper by copying his whole verse about his Mom, when you would never say stuff like that on your records before. You don't because it wouldn't work. None of your listeners would understand the innuendo at all. So shut up, thief.

Music: It's just not that good. Like yeah, he had a few banger, but let's not exxagerate. Artistically Drake does not offer anything. If he ever did he probably left all of that on the first few albums he still rapped on. His delivery sucks, his voice sounds like he's tryna be The Weeknd at times but isn't. The lyrics aren't special. What the fuck?

Euphoria: even before getting deeper into hiphop I've always hated the way Drake presents himself. When Kendrick said: "I hate the way that you walk, talk, dress" I felt that. I hate the way he "raps", the way he drags his words, the way he laughs, the way he "sings". Just a whole lotta shit I dislike about the guy.

SENSITIVE ASS BITCH: I love a man who's in tune with his feelings but Drake being the cosplaying gangsta clown he is, acts like he's all tough when in reality, you can't really say shit to him, cause he "can't let this shit slide".

Kendrick's Control Verse drops. Drake was mentioned. Everyone thinks it's kinda cool and goes along. Drake is mad. In an interview he basically said he found it fake because the next time he saw Kendrick "it was all love" and that he wanted it "to be real. Let it be real then". Okay crodie, next time you get called out in a fair rap competition best believe I'll sock you in your fucking throat, I gotchu.

The Weeknd doesn't sign to Drake's label OVO after working with Drake for a while. Drake is mad again and feels betrayed. Why you gotta be like this?

Kendrick says that he doesn't wanna collab with Drake because their music is too different, not because of anything personal. He just doesn't see it happen in the near future because it would match artistically. Drake gets mad.

Drake stopped beefing with Pusha T back in the day. Probably because he exposed his son. But still, if you want beef, then clean up your plate cause you eat what you order and dont't just start to "let this shit slide, ay"

("allegedly") being involved in XXXTentacion's passing back in 2018 over beef. The kid was 20 years old man. He said some outrageous shit at times but no one deserves to go out like he did.

Drake gets mad at a lot of shit - bottom line. I could go on and on, but I've been writing this for hours, it's half past 3 am and I wanna sleep after uni and work, y'all.

DURING THE DISS-ERTATION: this section is about shit Drake did during the beef with Kendrick.

Saying Kendrick's Like That verse was weak af. That's your core response? Someone flames you and people are already throwing ass to the mere sound of it and you think: "Huh, that sucked anyway." Pathetic.

Calling Kendrick short (over and over and over again) as if his height is under his control/ his fault? - as if that takes way from Kendrick's skill, Kendrick's allegations againt Drake - as if that means ANYTHING AT ALL to people over the age of like... 12?

Going after anybody's family in the first place. I know that nothing is really "off-limits" in a rap battle like this, but please have the fucking decency. Don't mention my Momma, my kids, my dog, my fam, my friends who ain't got nothing to do with the fact that I hate you. I will say I am not proud of Kendrick for getting on that level - but I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy Meet The Grahams and the sheer panic it induced. And sometimes I gotta be a little childish and yell "But Aubrey started ittt!"

Hitting on Whitney in The Heart Part 6. Don't go for another man's treasure you absolute dog. Accusing Whitney of being unfaithful. My friend, this beef is about us (the Culture) hating you and the things you do. Stop trying to shift this into something it is not.

Reacting to diss tracks via instagram stories and memes, like he's that one popular girl in 7th grade who's gotta clap back to something someone said in school on her IG. Shut up.

Calling The Weeknd and his manager gay. We're over homophobia anyways. Being queer is not an insult. Also falsely "accusing" people is uncool as fuck - but oh "You don't know nun bout dat!" - and also possibly outing someone like that is fucking hurtful as shit. I know the people involved are probably not queer at all, but if they were - period.

Using AI in a song. Drake, you already proofed you suck. Don't force it down our throats. Idc about your "mind games": Using AI Snoop Dogg is just weird as fuck cause the Doggy is still well and alive - if you want him to feature on your song, call the legend and ask hi- oh wait, you knew he woulda said "Aww hell nah!" cause everyone hates you? Huh. Snoop probably woke up one day, hit a blunt and asked "When the FUCK did I collab with Drake?". Anyway, using AI 2Pac is straight up disrespectful, when you know damn well the guy would've hated you if he knew who you'd become. Just doing this because it's 2Pac, because you can and not even asking for permission of Pacs people is crazy. Glad the shit was taken down anyways.

The 8 Mile "Airing Out Your Dirty Laundry"-Trick before the big battle does NOT invalidate future claims on you diddling kids. No. Not even if 2Pac says it first. Nah.

His Damage Control Effort in Post to make it seem like/make us believe that he's in control, when Kendrick has been bodying him is hilariously embarrassing

Making fun of Kendrick for his verse on Taylor Swift's Bad Blood is just stupid. Look at all the features Drake does. Rihanna, BadBunny, DJ Khaled, Future, PartyNextDoor, Lil Wayne, Diddy, Nicki Minaj, Wizkid, ..... the list is so fucking long (I'm just picking at random songs at this point, cause I do not want my browser/spotify history to be associated with Drake's music. I don't wanna go out of my way to say he NEEDS these people to stay relevant but let's face it: His discography and his success would be different if it weren't for them

Acting like he's so great for "finally making Kendrick rap again" - Sir, you don't write your shit on your own, stfu. You don't invest time and effort into your vapid albums. YOU should be thankful for Kendrick destryoing you, giving us the best few lines out of you in long time.

Not addressing important shit. We been over the allegations, I will not repeat them in this post cause this is already long enough. BUT y'all on the same page as me, aight? Instead of addressing EVERYTHING he just responds with diss tracks that aren't terrible but really not THAT good, yk?

Acting like disstracks need replay value. Idk if this is a Drake or a fanbase problem, but people really act like Drake's tracks were better because you could listen to them casually. "Kendrick just made a whole song about Drake" - THIS IS WHAT A DISS TRACK SHOULD BE! Notice how we don't call every song containing a diss immediately a "diss track"? That's why. Diss tracks were meant to hit your opponent in the stomach with witty bars, double entendres and good production. Diss tracks weren't meant to be club bangers - bonus if they do end up being some, looking at you, Like That and Not Like Us.

Not reading into stuff properly or just not listening. This is a small one, but I ngl I hate the fact they got the Mother I Sober reference wrong (The song is NOT about Kendrick being abused, BUT about Kendrick not being abused and his Mom NOT believing him and passing on her sa trauma onto him, even though he didn't experience that). Also Kendrick explicitly says "DOT, the money, power, respect / The last one is better" on Like That and Drakes response (again) is "Huh, I have way more money than you and in the industry I'm way more powerful than you. Also, you so short tihhihi." BITCH he SAID respect was the most important of the three and you disrespect him, not by calling him out by his wrong doings but by picking on physical features the man cannot change like a 5th grade bully.

Anyways. phew. If you made it this far... wow. I'm impressed. I'll probably be updating this, maybe not, idk. Please excuse any typos, I might correct those later. Thanks for coming to my beef talk.

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[danceofthephilos]

"Repent and Make Efforts"

Kaoru's calligraphy display in episode 5 is very obviously targeted, but between natural difficulties in translating idioms, changes made in the English dub, and misunderstandings of the general meaning of "repentance", exactly what he's communicating often gets lost in translation - which is a shame, because it's not only a very telling moment about Kaoru's own feelings about Adam, but one that ends up being very important to the themes of the entire show and many of the central character arcs.

To give some quick establishing information, what Kaoru is writing in this scene is a called a yojijukugo (四字熟語), or four-character idiom - set idiomatic phrases that are very similar to (and originate from) Chinese chengyu (成语), which you may be familiar with if you've read any linguistic analysis of danmei. Four-character idioms are very common subjects for calligraphers like Kaoru, and the way they can be used in speech make them very difficult to translate concisely. The particular idiom Kaoru has written here, read from right to left, is 悔悟奮發, a real four-character idiom (though usually written 悔悟憤発 in modern Japanese - Kaoru is using the Chinese hanzi.)

Read kaigo funpatsu, both the Crunchyroll subs and the dub translate this as "repent and make efforts", which is... fine enough given the complexity of translating yojijukugo. It's quite a literal translation, looking at the phrase broken down into its components - 悔悟 can indeed be translated to "repentance", and 奮發 means "to exert oneself." As an idiom, it means "to regret one's mistakes, and work hard to recover." It generally refers to remorse, but can also mean coming back from a loss. In this exchange from a Japanese website explaining the use of the idiom, it's used to describe recovering after a loss in a competition:

Tomoko: You must be in high spirits, to be practicing on your day off. Kenta: Everyone was shocked when I was eliminated in the first round of that tournament the other day. Next time I'll get my revenge. Tomoko: Oh, so you're trying to make a comeback*, good luck!

(*in a perfect example of how difficult yojijukugo can be to translate when used in regular speech, a translation as literal as "repent and make efforts" would sound very silly in English here.)

And this idiomatic meaning is how Kaoru explains it - and where I believe some misunderstandings are originating from, both due to the overall interpretation of the word "repent", as well as changes in nuance in the explanation given in the dub. To begin with, let's look at Kaoru's dialog in Japanese. (Due to him immediately explaining the meaning, I chose to leave kaigo funpatsu untranslated, unlike the official subs.)

And the same dialog in the dub:

It should be apparent just from this that Kaoru in the original and Kaoru in the dub are saying completely different things. Originally, Kaoru makes no mention of making peace with people that have been hurt, because that isn't what kaigo funpatsu is referring to. Kaigo is personal, internal regret - kaigo funpatsu is about self-reflection, recognizing one's mistakes and striving to do better, considering your past in order to take your next steps in the future. That could involve making amends with wronged parties, but it's not part of it inherently - Kaoru's original dialog doesn't even allude to people being hurt at all, because it's not relevant to the idiom.

It's here that I believe the word "repent" is causing some trip-ups: it's being taken in the Christian sense of atonement or penance, an action done to achieve forgiveness from others or redeem oneself for sinning, but Kaoru is simply talking about realizing you've done something wrong and feeling remorse for it. (Or, specifically, about Adam realizing he's done something wrong and feeling remorse for it.)

And while his last line in the dub is at least a bit more in the spirit of kaigo funpatsu, it's still missing what is at the heart of Kaoru's feelings about this idiom, and about the man it's clearly targeted at - the idea of coming back from one's mistakes, something that does not come up in the dub at all. The first word Kaoru uses, bankai (挽回), does mean "to recover", but also "to regain what was lost" or "to return to the original state." Torimodosu (取り戻す), as well, specifically means to regain something that was lost - in fact, it's the very same word Tadashi uses when speaking of Adam "regaining his love."

Kaoru is not asking Adam to personally make things up to him, or to anyone - Kaoru, at heart, believes in Adam, and believes that he can, and should, still come back from everything. Even in the finale - after the Full Swing Kiss, after his naive hopes of simply returning to how things were in high school are shattered - his first concern is still for Langa to make Adam understand that.

Like with Kenta in the example exchange above, kaigo funpatsu isn't about Adam atoning for his sins - it's a call for him to recognize he screwed up and move forward without making the same mistakes.

And he does, or at least he's beginning to take those steps. He recognizes the mistake that matters most to the themes of the story, and that led to everything that happened in his life since - that he lost sight of the innocent love for skating he had as a child.

He finally admits what Tadashi meant to him;

he directly defies his abusive family's wishes by working against Takano rather than throwing Tadashi under the bus;

and he finally shows up as Adam in daylight, on someone else's "turf", to celebrate his own defeat - reaching out to his former friends and gracefully accepting loss, things he refused to do even an episode prior.

He may not be begging for forgiveness, and with this coming at the very end of the series there's a long road still ahead of him, but he's recognizing that he did things wrong and he's making an effort to move forward in a better way - and in doing that he's regained the most important thing he lost, his love of skating.

And Adam isn't the only one whose character arc kaigo funpatsu describes, either. Reki regrets his mistakes...

...and comes back from them.

Langa recognizes his mistakes and comes back from them - and is even able to help Adam do the same.

Tadashi, more clearly spelled out than anyone, recognizes his mistakes...

...and he's able to come back from them, too.

None of these resolutions involve big direct apologies, or any kind of penance to earn forgiveness. (Personal forgiveness isn't something SK8 takes much interest in dwelling on or making characters earn in the first place, and its approach to forgiveness could easily be a whole other meta in and of itself.) They don't have to, because in the end, Kaoru's idiom is not only a message to Adam - one that he ultimately does receive, if a bit later than Kaoru hoped - but a moment that spells out a big part of the show's thesis.

Everyone is going to do things wrong in their life, one way or another - but anyone who regrets their mistakes and makes an effort to do better should be able to recover from them and regain what they lost.

Only season 2 can show us what moving forward is going to look like, but when it comes to what counts to the core narrative, everyone's taken the first steps.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 meta #meta #kaoru sakurayashiki #adam sk8 #ainosuke shindo #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #tadashi kikuchi

[homestuckreplay]

when your friends don't invite you to the matching username party :(

Now that we've seen all of John's friends talk at least a little bit, I wanted to deep dive into their usernames, and see what they might be able to tell us about the characters we don't know yet. For sure I've seen some weird usernames in my time on sites like MSN Messenger, but these seem especially weird, and not like words most kids would use.

There's also a weird pattern - all three of John's friends only use words beginning with T and G in their screen names. We have TT, TG and GG, so if they were doing a bit together we'd expect John to be GT, but instead he's EB - not even close. Could this be a sign that he feels disconnected from the friend group, not fully part of things, doubting that they want him around? Is it possible that the other three are all each other's 'real life' friends while John only talks to them online? Did John not want to be GT, or did nobody ever tell him there was a theme? Was he GT before, but then got mad at his friends one day and change it to spite them? Or is there another GT we have yet to meet?

Discussion of all four known chumhandles under the cut - only ~1k words :)

ectoBiologist - As discussed in my in depth John thoughts, the strict definition of this is 'someone who studies outside/external biology', which could relate to a huge variety of very niche fields - but, knowing John, almost certainly refers to the biology of ectoplasm, slime, and ghosts, a field which doesn't exist in reality but which John might consider himself a pioneer of.

As a sidenote, if John was GT, he might go in a different direction with his username. We know from TT that John regularly wears disguises while talking to her / interacting with his dad / just in daily life, and that he's into comedy and pranks (NOT clowns). Reflecting those, I came up with guisecladTrouper as a chumhandle that would fit the modifierTypeofguy pattern, as well as the letters. If anyone has any other GT ideas for John, I'd love to hear them!

turntechGodhead - TurnTech is a Chinese company founded in 2001 that makes scientific and educational software. This probably isn't the reference, but you never know; this kid could be really into science, happen to own a piece of software from this company, and have liked the word. I also think it could be short for 'turntable technology', which can be a few different hobbies - records/DJing, railroads, or sculpture/ceramics/metalwork. DJing fits his vibe but I think it'd be so cool if he was a train guy. 'Turn' relates to shaping or forming as well as changing direction, so he could be someone who develops his own technology.

This also fits really well with 'godhead', which is the true or essential nature of God in several major world religions. So this could be a suggestion of a guy with delusions of grandeur and a massively inflated ego, or, it could be someone who takes on the role of a god himself - some kind of creator. I really think this kid is going to be into invention, metalworking, and engineering. Built his own computer from scratch type of guy. I bet he owns a soldering iron and uses it for fun.

tentacleTherapist - Lots of living things have tentacles, including snails, squid, jellyfish, coral, moss animals, caecilians, the star-nosed mole, some carnivorous plants, Squidward, and mind flayers. Tentacles are generally associated with sea creatures, horror media, or both. Therapist, meanwhile, is a person who helps to heal someone's physical or psychological problems. The words sound really good when said together, but don't have an obvious link.

One idea is that she's someone who either lives near water or owns weird pets - a tank of snails or jellyfish seems reasonable - perhaps caring for or rehabilitating them from the wild. But the idea of her being into cosmic horror creates a fascinating parallel between her username and John's. John is a biologist; he studies, analyzes and understands academically, while TT is a therapist; she rehabilitates and understands emotionally. John works with ghosts and slime, while TT works with aliens and deep sea horror. It's delightful to me that they might have bonded by nerding out over paranormal lore, an interest probably neither of them shares with many people around them.

gardenGnostic - I keep reading this as a shortening of 'common or garden gnostic' as in 'your average, everyday gnostic' which, out of all the four usernames, might be the wildest one for a 13 year old to be. Much like 'godhead', 'gnostic' carries a very strong religious theme, especially with the capital letter - I know it's the syntax, but the words could be this way round for a reason. I'm definitely going to do some background reading on Gnosticism as we get to know this character to see how well it fits.

The first word could also be referencing the Garden of Eden, the original sin and the tree of knowledge; the combination indicating a character with a drive for spiritual knowledge and self-understanding above all else. In a more literal sense, I'm imagining someone who spends a lot of time outdoors and who would think nothing of a few injuries from the Slimer pogo ride in the yard. This chumhandle is also only a few letters away from 'garden gnome', which makes me think of someone who enjoys the ornamental, decorative, and whimsical.

Just as John and TT's usernames are a pair with similar themes, TG and GG's handles also match up. (Sidenote: does this mean these are the pairs of 'best friends'? Feels weird considering TT is the only one of the three who didn't wish John a happy birthday). Both TG and GG have chumhandles strongly related to religion, creation, and origins, with TG representing the mechanical and technical side of things, and GG representing the natural and environmental side.

So, that's our four chums! The most interesting thing to me is how well these pairs of usernames work together, despite John being outside of the letter pattern. Both these things feel very intentional and not like I'm reaching; they definitely mean Something in the themes, but it's too soon to say what. I'm so impatient to see more of these characters and learn anything concrete about them at all.

If you've made it this far, here's a quick poll!

#homestuck #analysis #i got a longer essay in the works but i spent a lot of today watching star wars with my roommate so didnt finish it lol #may the fourth be with yall

[suchawrathfullamb]

#ran out of ideas CLEARLY #lambs polls #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy

[inkofthebrain]

Imperial

[ Paul Atreides x F!Reader ]

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them…

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, enemies to lovers kind of? ARRAIGNED MARRIAGE TROPE EXCEPT BOTH PARTIES ARE PISSY ABOUT IT, not proofread LOL

Warnings: Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions

A/n: Paul will appear more soon I swear…

Previous Chapter

Next chapter (coming soon…)

Two———

As he walked down the long hallways of the estate, he spoke to you again. "I hope all your essentials have been moved to your room. If you need anything else, feel free to call for one of the staff."

All of this was for propriety. It was expected that he would treat you well, even if he did not intend for any real affection between the two of you.

“Thank you my lord” The sounds of your feet hitting the stone floor was all that was heard as you finally slowed to a stop.

"Hm." He stopped at a door, turning back to look at you. "This is it." His tone was flat, the gesture of escorting was more of a formality than genuine care. Paul did not look forward to the next few weeks.

The weeks before the wedding needed to pass quickly. His duties were already overbearing without the extra effort of being courteous and thoughtful to you.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your night sire.” You say before quickly turning on your heal and walking into your room.

When the door closed you were filled with overwhelming dread. Paul watched as you entered your room, not bothering to say anything in return to your farewell.

You have been ripped from your home and presented to the Atreides estate as a hope to strengthen the now fallen apart Imperium. Yet you did not want this. No one did. Caladan was cold, unforgiving, and you were not custom to it.

But, even so, he still felt a little bad for you. It was not your fault that you were forced into this situation, after all.

After a moment of silent hesitation, Paul turned around and walked back down the hall. It was not his job to coddle you. It was not his job to hold you through this.

Your handmaidens were efficient and well-trained. They seemed to read your mind, anticipating your every need before you even needed to speak.

As they quickly helped you undress from your clothes and into your nightgown, they brushed out some knots in your hair and helped you into bed. In no time, you were tucked in and drifting off to sleep. 

It was not a restful sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, the same dream resurfaced.

You saw yourself standing in the middle of a barren landscape. The air was thick with sand and the scorching heat was unbearable.

You felt lost and alone, with no idea of where you were or how you'd got there. The only thing you knew was that you had to keep moving—you had to find your way out of this hell.

As the dream intensified, so did your unease. You woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air as you slowly woke from your slumber.

Found yourself sitting up in bed, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you attempted to calm your breathing. You were trembling all over, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you tried to steady yourself.

The dream had felt so real, so vivid. The heat, the sand, the loneliness—it was all still fresh in your mind, threatening to overwhelm you.

The thought of going to desert plannet after the wedding terrified you. Your thoughts wandered back to paul. The thought of the wedding and everything that came with it was overwhelming.

You knew deep down that returning to arakkis was inevitable. It was the source of the spice melange, the most valuable and essential substance in the known universe. The imperium's power and prosperity relied heavily on the spice trade, and it all came from the harsh desert planet.

The grip on your sheets tightened as you took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill your lungs and ease the lingering effects of the nightmare. You slowly began to calm your breathing, your heartbeat slowly falling back to its normal rate as the fear began to subside.

The thoughts of arakkis and the harsh environment that awaited you there still lingered in your mind, but you took another breath and tried to brush them aside. You were safe and warm right now, and that was all that mattered.

———

The morning light seeped into the chamber, slowly filtering in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the entire room. A knock sounded at the door, and one of your handmaidens came in to assist you with your morning activities.

"Good morning, my lady." The handmaiden greeted you with a warm smile, her tone of voice gentle and comforting. "How did you sleep?"

“Quite well” you lie. The handmaiden was an older woman who oozed with a motherly aura.

The handmaiden seemed to sense the lie immediately, her smile quickly changing to a look of concern. She paused for a moment before speaking again "Are you certain? You look rather... uneasy."

“I’m just adjusting, thank you though….” You trail off waiting for her to tell you her name.

"Ah, my apologies, i should have introduced myself better." The handmaiden quickly composed herself, taking a polite curtsey as she continued. "I’m miss Delia, my dear. Your personal aide to assist with your daily routines."

“It’s wonderful to meet you Delia, thank you for your help” you give her a warm smile

Delia smiled back, although it did not reach her eyes. You could tell that she carried a perpetual look of concern for you.

"The pleasure is all mine," she spoke in a gentle and calming tone, her voice tinged with sincerity. "Now, shall we begin?"

Delia began to assist you with your morning routine, making sure that you brushed your teeth, washed your face and hair, and got dressed. The entire time she never strayed far from your side, her gaze constantly watchful over you.

You were accustomed to this sort of pampering, you were the late-Emperors daughter. The daughter he did not even bid goodbye too. Just his pawn.

As she helped you get ready, she spoke. "Now, do you have any preferences for what you'd like to wear today?"

“You pick, I am not accustomed to the Caladan fashions” I joke, though it is true. Caladan was fairly foreign to you despite the reading you were able to get done in the short time frame of daughter to bride-to-be.

Delia gave a polite and gentle chuckle at your joke. she was clearly skilled in navigating delicate social situations as well as the art of fashion.

"Very well, my dear. i shall pick something out for you." she took your measurements, keeping track of your proportions as well as your color palette before stepping out of the room briefly. She returned a minute later bearing several dresses in her hands. "Now, let's see..."

She held the dresses up, her expressions changing with each one. "this... no, this one... no..." She muttered until she eventually settled on one particular dress. It was a deep sea blue, with gold trim and intricate embroidery. she held it up in front of you, her gaze filled with approval. "This one here. how do you like it?"

Your eyes trail down the dress, observing it’s intricate beading and structure, “It’s gorgeous, thank you Delia”

"You're quite welcome dear, let me help you get into it" she replied, starting to work on the zipper and buttons at the back. As she did this, she continued to speak cautiously and respectfully. "Now, i must ask... how do you feel today? Mentally and emotionally, i mean."

Today was your engagement party. The start of weeks of festivities to celebrate an Imperial wedding.

You let out a small sigh before speaking. “It’s my first public appearance as the Dukes fiancé on his home planet. I’m quite anxious and apprehensive but I’m sure it will all be fine”

Delia continued to work at the dress, her hands moving expertly through the motions. Despite her skilled composure, you could tell that she was paying close attention to every word you said.

"Understandable, but there's no reason to worry," she spoke softly, her voice full of compassion. "The duke's home planet may be unfamiliar to you, but i'm sure the citizens will give you a warm reception. After all, it's a major cause for celebration, isn't it?"

You nod and Delia gives you another gentle smile as she finishes zipping you into the dress. "Now, let us get the rest of this completed, hmm?"

She walks over to your dresser and begins to help you with your jewelry and various accessories. She carefully picks out a pair of rings, a necklace, and a pair of earrings before helping you put them on. As she does, she keeps her gaze on you, making sure everything falls into place.

Standing behind you, she begins to comb and braid your hair, making sure it falls just right and is fitting for todays outing. She works quickly but calmly, her skill and experience evident as she moves through the motion of braiding and styling.

After a few minutes, she steps back and nods in approval. She speaks softly and gently as she looks you over again. "You look wonderful, my lady.”

———

Delia leads you from the room, making sure you walk with a proper level of grace and poise. She walks slowly and calmly, keeping her gaze ahead as she makes her way down the long corridor towards lady Jessica’s office.

The two of you enter, taking in the ornate furnishings. Lady Jessica herself sits at a desk, going over some documents. She has already changed her clothes, but the same careful demeanor remains.

She turns her gaze to you as you enter, a faint smile on her face. "You look radiant, I assume Delia helped you with your attire?" she asked, her tone of voice filled with genuine curiosity and concern.

You could tell that she truly cared for your well-being and that she wanted to make this experience as pleasant as possible for you.

“Yes she did and she was quite wonderful” You say looking over to the older woman, giving her a warm smile.

Moments like these felt eerily easy. There was no coldness, no impending political damnation from the great houses. Just you.

"Good, she is quite skilled in all things pertaining to grooming and fashion. I believe the results speak for themselves" she lets out a soft chuckle, nodding in approval towards you. "Come, lets head downstairs, shall we?"

The two of you head downstairs, the halls of caladan's own palace filled with various attendants, servants, and other noblemen. despite their presence, it is filled with chatter and buzz. it seems that the citizens have already heard of your imminent wedding to paul, and they are excited to see the bride-to-be.

Your day was soon to be filled with frivolous smiles, greetings and extravagant fabrics.

———

Next chapter (coming soon…)

#paul atredies fanfic #paul atredies x you #dune part two #paul atredies x reader #dune part 2 #paul atreides #dune #dune 2 #dune movie #Paul x reader #dune x reader #dune x you #dune fanfic #dune 2024 #dune 2021

[hellenhighwater]

What flag?what's happening

I've got enough new people that probably deserve an explanation.

I made that flag. I designed it for my dad, whose projects are endless and always begin with "you know what would be a cool thing to do..." and then end, years later, with fully custom-built modifications that look like they could have been made that way in a factory. The text itself is a modified version of the Programmer's Credo, which in turn is a parody of a presidential speech about the space race.

Back when I first made the flag, I posted a picture here, on the hellsite, with permission to use the phrase in whatever projects people wanted to make. Sometime recently, someone cropped out all the context, so it was just a picture of my flag, and started circulating it on twitter, facebook, instagram, and here on tumblr, without any credit. It'd be something entirely different if someone was posting their own graphic. I don't care what people do with the phrase itself, but that flag is, specifically, my work--I designed that.

It's now been reposted by the Elongated Muskrat himself, with, of course, no credit.

I simply do not have the energy to deal with this. I have therefore quote-tweeted (should I have replied? I don't know how tf the bird site works) with a link to my redbubble and will deal with this later when the muskrat's site seems to be working marginally better.

Anyway. Here's my brother and nephew, with proof in the background.

#my dad seems delighted #his barn is famous now! #I however prefer to remain anonymous #or at least here in this hellsite where no one has real faces except the bots #the chum bucket helmets were because Seth and the Harbinger of Seth had a spongebob-themed christmas party #and of course we halfass nothing

[gunthermunch]

We wrote our names on the overpass

And I hope it lasts forever

#happy pride guys but now its for real ahaa #ts4 #ts4 edit #munch extras #edits #max villareal #lucas munch #now that we went through the party shit i can link their theme ! #max isnt escaping the gay allegations after this which is. intended #also! if its not obvious this edit is based on im not okay with this' poster!

[icewindandboringhorror]

More misc. daily life pictures and such

#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that -- #1 & 2 - Very bright pretty looking sky ! #2. HUGE icicle that looked like you could kill someone with it or something.. Pulled from near a gutter on the side of a building #3. & 4 & 5 - various images from a silly party I had where I pretended to be some elf king turning like 204 years old lol (also not like #a REAL party. Only my roommates were there really and we're all in the same household bubble. #just to clarify. I would never dare have a large party anyway given #my hermitous nature but on top of that.. didn't want there to be some implication that I'm having a Party while covid is still ongoing lol. #NEVER.. But I do love dressing up as some fantasy character so much.. The only thing that could ever bring a true hermit wizard #to engage with others socially is the prospect of connecting it somehow to fantasy worlds and costumes lol. One must simply dress up #as a silly 200 year old man from time to time and pretend you've never seen a balloon before in your life. etc. #6. bapy boye... feets #7. The main food that I made for the elderly elf man 'party'. which was a Deconstructed Beef Wellington (kind of as ajoke since I watch s #o many silly cooking competition shows and they always make stuff 'deconstructed' at the last minute when under time limits or whatever.) #I've wanted to make beef wellington a few times but Ithink to do it well I'd need like..an actual kitchen and a lot of time and #an oven that fully works to bake things and etc. etc. So I thought this would be an easier method. A thick steak cut round to kind of mimi #c the round tenderloin or whatever it is in a wellington. instead of the puff pastry being wrapped around - I just did star shaped cut outs #of pastry and baked them and put them on top (to go with the star theme). instead of mushroom duxelles being wrapped around in pastry #its in a little circle under the steak. and instead of mustard being brushed onto the meat I made a mustard gravy sauce type of thing #Then of course asparagus on the side.. my favorite... Though I know some wellington #also has a layer of prosciutto I think. or I saw one person use crepes. I didn't feel it was necessary to incorporate that too lol #8. bapy son helping me do a giant puzzle that took me hours and I had no idea it was actually that large of a puzzle #until I started putting it together and for some reason it made me stressed by the end instead of relaxed lol.. puzzle fatigue #photo diary

[petitelappin]

Outfit planning while at work during the 15 minutes per tour where the guests watch something and I lurk in a dark corner.

#my art #sketchbook #sadies day job #one of my friends is throwing a hobbit themed party soon w a Dress Code and everything #and then im not even close to done w my macaroni suit and yet my brain yearns to focus on an accurate puf outfit #the only person in the 1770s whose gender is close enough to mine! id love to show up to historical costuming meetups as them. #my dear coworker mary apparently pre-covid used to go to those kind of things where the instagram girls are in their robe a la francais #but just as a fishmonger. w a real dead fish from costco and everything. she'd try to sell the fancy ladies the fish. #i love her so much.

[hellkitepriest]

hey hahahahha its what now.?

#hashtag real talk #bird motif #bird motif wasn't even invited to this party and yet here i am. tumblr user hellkitepriest. accidentally doing themes. #allowing genius annotations to exist

[bittersweet-skylines]

Steve has been dragged to another themed dance night at a random club in Indianapolis. It’s a long drive for one night of partying, but Robin loves going to them, regardless of the theme, and Steve doesn’t mind it if it means getting to drink and party with his best friend for a bit.

Tonight is themed around emo music, and it’s a lot of music he doesn’t know with the occasional one he does sprinkled in (who doesn’t know Sugar, We’re Going Down?), but with his minimal music taste that’s not a surprise.

Neither of them are dressed the part for the music, both taking emo to mean “all black” which seems to be the theme for everyone else as well.

Robin is somewhere on the dance floor and Steve is lingering by the bar with a drink in his hand. From the back of the room, he can take everything in.

The DJ stands on her platform at the front, hyping up the crowd as the guitar starts up for a song that gets everyone excited and then he’s greeted with the lead singer screaming something he can’t understand.

The crowd looks relatively tame, dancing in their small clusters of friends. He doesn’t know why he was expecting mosh pits or fist fights, but he isn’t complaining about it. Maybe it’s just because the music wasn’t live, or maybe it’s because half the crowd looks just as confused about the music as he is.

The point is, the crowd looks normal, which makes the small group of people hanging out by the wall all the more noticeable.

Four guys stand up against the wall of the dance floor, each with more wild hair than the last. All of them were cladded in leather with battle jackets and heavy jewelry. All of their silhouettes are sharp and heavy. Ironically, they seemed the most out of place.

They bob along with the music happily enough, and Steve of all people couldn’t judge, but they seemed just as lost as he is with the music.

Steve finds himself staring at one of them. He has long, curly hair and stands the tallest of them all. Somehow, his gaze finds Steve’s from across the room and suddenly he’s very grateful for the dim lighting to hide his flush of embarrassment.

Steve sneaks a second glance. The guy returns his attention to his friends and he gets to watch him for a few seconds this time.

He knows he shouldn’t be staring, but it’s impossible not to. He can’t explain it, but he’s just transfixed on this beautiful man across the room.

He looks away to try and find Robin in the crowd, but when he looks back, he’s gone.

Steve turns to head towards the dance floor again, ready to just shrug it off, when his gaze meets the mysterious person again. This time, he’s right in front of Steve, and he’s talking to him.

He can’t hear what comes out of his mouth, but he manages to read his lips in the dark.

“A little underdressed to be judging the crowd, don’t you think?”

Steve laughs awkwardly. He’s not wrong. Steve’s only wearing a black t shirt and a pair of jeans. Light washed jeans, at that, but at least Robin smudged some eyeliner around his eyes before they left.

“I was admiring, actually,” he replies. The other gives him a curious look and Steve just shrugs, a small smile on his face.

He must have said something to him, because the other is watching Steve expectantly, and instinctually he taps his ear and gives the disclaimer; “I can’t hear you.”

The other doesn’t repeat whatever he said. Instead he makes a gesture that implies going outside for a smoke, and after a beat, Steve decides to follow him.

Outside, the air is chilled and there’s nothing that remains of the music except the intense bass. They walk together a few feet down, and then the stranger leans against the wall and lights a cigarette before he hands the pack to Steve.

“So, admiring, huh?”

“I mean, when you look the way you do, it’s hard not to,” Steve says. It’s easier outside. He can hear him properly, as long as he keeps slightly to the right of the stranger. He lights his own cigarette and exhales the smoke away from the other.

“Sure you weren’t just staring at the one group that actually stood out?” he teases. Steve shakes his head.

“That would just be hypocritical.”

The conversation sky rockets from there. He learns that the other is in a band, and they ended up here because their drummer knows the DJ and had promised that it was “definitely their scene”. He assures Steve that he doesn’t mind the music, but it’s definitely not his scene. Steve mentions Robin and how she loves this specific club, and how he never knows the music but he doesn’t care that much anyways. The stranger is skeptical at Steve’s proclamation that music isn’t a very big deal, and they both laugh it off after he cracks another joke about it.

“Your gaze drifts a lot, you know. Maybe we should cut you off?” he teases. Steve flicks his gaze up from the other’s lips and smiles softly.

“Maybe I just like what I see,” he replies.

“Right. Yeah, just admiring my lips. No ulterior motives, huh?” For a second, Steve thinks that maybe he got it all wrong, but then the other steps in until there’s just a books length between them.

“What if there was?”

“You’d win,” the other says honestly. Steve smiles, the butterflies giddy in his stomach. He hesitates only for a moment before he leans in and kisses the stranger, soft but letting it linger until he pulls away.

“I should go find my friends,” he says as he pulls away. “And you should get inside. You’re going to freeze.”

Steve doesn’t want to. He could talk to this stranger for hours and it would still be intoxicating, but he’s already walking back towards the entrance, so Steve follows.

“I’ll come find you before the nights over, if you want. We’ll make plans to take you to a real party sometime,” he offers right before they part at the doors. Steve nods, because of course he wants to find him again, and then he’s off.

Only, he doesn’t find him again. Steve finds Robin and dances with her, and enjoys the night with his friend. For a while he can spot his stranger in the crowd with ease, but then it gets harder until Steve can only assume he’s just gone.

It’s not the first time this has happened, but for some reason, this time leaves him with a pang of regret.

He didn’t even get his name.

#stranger things #steddie #my writing #drabble #this definitely would become a vampire!eddie fic if i continued jt #for no reason aside from the fact that i like the idea #vampire eddie in a vampire band? #huh. maybe i do need to continue this. #inspired loosely by real events #aka i went to a themed dance party and made eye contact with a pretty girl who was out of my league by a mile

[twinkdemise]

#iasip #mac macdonald #s3e11 dennis looks like a registered sex offender #just rewatched this episode. god it's so good definitely in my top 10 overall in the show #the dinner scene my forever beloved i hold you close to my heart. it's so insanely satisfying from a writing perspective. #the way it all ties together and even though it's a scene about a dinner being fucking ruined and its got these #relatively high emotional stakes its so so. neatly written that it ends up feeling cathartic? in a way #idk what im saying man that scene's just really good #something about mac and charlie's scheme and motivations clashing with their parents' (and franks) #and them being kind of forced to reckon with the fact that their parents are real people with their owns wants and needs #(especially mac charlie ends up using this to his advantage and kind of betraying mac ig) #also a scene that emotional ending with a shot of charlie going Ohh and the seed has been planted is wild. #also mac being so worried about the fact that the vibe might be off... DO YOU WANT FLAT AMBIANCE??? #he just wants things to be normal!! he just wants a normal nice dinner party and normal parents who are together and happy and love eo!! #also there's a motif that shows up repeatedly of him wanting to seem like a good dinner host lol just kind of noticed that idk #maybe reading into this too much but god the theme of him so often being in denial of reality in order to #live up to certain societal standards and achieve normalness. #this is kind of the first (and imo one of the best) episodes with a plot line about mac's relationships with his parents #and their family dynamic in general which i find so so fascinating. #also i think this is the only time (except for the christmas video) where we see mac's parents together. #on a lighter note ig the dinner scene has so many other great quotes... charlies so funny in it #the man doesnt blink mom the man doesnt blink!! #the charmac in this episode was so excellent in general. the car scene where they freak out and become convinced luthers going to kill them. #YOU DONT DO THAT! YOU DONT EAT SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE HEROIN IN THEIR ASS!! #i do rmbr watching this ep with my dad and him going Well that one was just kind of sad. #which.... i mean yeah. real. #thats it im done i think #also i ended up having to type all this in my notes bc tumblr tagging is so painful #what if i said smth and then went Hey i want to say that a bit differently? oh? youre just straight up not gonna let me do that. oh okay. #fuck you

[brutal-nemesis]

Goretober III: Hematemesis (Written By Nemesis)

This one funny to me haha Castys so miserable he super loves the @coyotehusk goretober

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Ingredients: chocolate, emeto (blood!), poison, gore, noncon touching that is a little bit more intimate than normal but still unsexy

Today’s restraint of choice was a metal collar around his neck that was chained to the floor, and Castys wasn’t really a fan. Sure, it gave him more freedom of movement than the table or dangling on a hook, but it didn’t really matter when Kuro could pin all of his limbs down and still have her hands free, which was super unfair. And the chain attached to his collar was long enough to allow him to sit up, but he couldn’t stand at all, which he supposed was better than being forced to stand and not able to sit, but still. 

Right now, though, Kuro was sitting across from him, holding out what appeared to be a piece of chocolate. “Here, Castys. You deserve a little treat for being a good boy so far.”

“You know I’m, like, way older than you, right?”

“You’d be surprised,” she laughed. And hey, maybe she was pretty old, too, considering that he didn’t even know what exactly she even was.

He kind of wanted to refuse the chocolate on principle, but he was also not one to turn down a little treat, especially if it was candy. Warily, he took it, watching Kuro as he put it in his mouth, but she just watched him right back, unreadable as ever. The chocolate was good, and it’d been a long time since he’d had something sweet, or any food at all, really, so he tried to savor it, but the longer he kept it in his mouth, the more he started to taste something…odd.

He was a fucking idiot this wasn’t just chocolate of course it was laced with something-But as soon as he tried to spit it out, Kuro pounced on him, pinning his wrists next to his head, her hand covering his mouth. “Swallow, Castys. You deserve it, remember?” Castys tried to squirm free and spit what was left of the chocolate in her face, but Kuro didn’t budge, so he was forced to chew the rest of the chocolate and swallow, since it would just melt in his mouth if he kept it there. “There you go,” Kuro said, stroking his face and causing him to flinch, which of course just made her laugh. It was always so funny to everyone how much Castys hated being touched!

Finally, she got off of him, allowing Castys to sit up and scoot as far away from her as his short chain would allow. “What the fuck was in that?”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Castys sighed in annoyance and crossed his arms, waiting for whatever stupid drug or poison she’d fed him to take effect. He felt fine at the moment, maybe a little chest pain, but…okay, it was starting to get worse. As time went on, the pain only got sharper, and he started to get nauseous, which wasn’t really unexpected but still not fun. 

Soon enough he really, really had to puke, but Kuro was still sitting there, just staring at him, and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. However, his stomach didn’t give a shit about Kuro, forcing him to lurch forward on his hands and knees and vomit. It sounded more…solid than he was expecting, like there were little bits of something in it, but it was hard to tell by looking at the dark puddle between his hands.

Having a Suspicion, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and…yep, that was blood. “What’d you do to me?” he groaned, feeling even worse now that he’d thrown up, like the worst heartburn ever combined with an awful stomachache.

“It’s a special poison that sort of…destroys your stomach lining,” Kuro said lightly. “So your stomach acid is digesting you from the inside right now. I want to see if it’ll get fixed when you die.”

“It won’t.” Castys gave up and laid down on the cold stone floor, already feeling nauseous again. Well, this sucked ass. The acid was gonna eat through him no matter how many times he died until it…ran out? Did acid run out? Probably. Didn’t matter right now, he was gonna puke again, and he was barely able to get upright before even more blood spewed out of his mouth, splattering all over his arms and hands. 

Kuro laughed and picked up a little red chunk of something. “Ooh, I think this is part of your stomach. Looks like little pieces of you are coming up now instead of just blood clots.” Castys didn’t have the energy to reply, just lying curled up on his side as he coughed blood out of his nose and mouth, waiting for the next delivery of corroded bits from inside himself as the world spun out of focus.

He could hardly tell when he’d died or come back to life, the pain never really went away despite him having a stomach lining again since the rogue acid was no longer in his stomach. At some point Kuro tackled him so she could wrench his shirt up and look at the fun shade of purple his stomach area had turned, poking at it with interest. He’d stopped puking now and was just stuck lying there and groaning as his insides turned into soup.

It would stop eventually.

Right?

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#i wrote something #castys #kuro #goretober 2023 #immortal whumpee #gore #emeto #poisoning #noncon touching #bro takes a little treat an-NOT TODAY SUFFER BITCH #kuro is functionally a spider good for her #love that she can pin him down and still have her hands free it's so real #pinning down men is just great the other day my bf was like ''i feel like when we lay down you pin me down 30% of the time'' good. #castys is wearing a collar because when i see him im like PUT THAT BOY ON A LEASH #also i wanted him to be able to be ~on all fours~ as is the theme for this and that was the best restraint for a semi-free roaming Castys #and no im just not going to leave him unrestrained what are you an idiot. he does not deserve free movement #also it's very sexy when he's tied up that's just objectively true #but yeah i just wanted to do gory poison and what's more gory than uh guy digests his own self mmmm #see you next time for kuro's art corner #so SO glad i wrote this whole thing ahead of time i was at my friend's bachelor party for the past two days and im TIRED

[charliemorningstars]

val likers i will defend most of u to the ends of the earth but do u have any idea how funny it is to respond to the "his only personality trait is abusive" allegations with "that's not true!! he's also stupid"

#hazbin hotel #valentino #<- for bl #NOT val defenders btw. i have never seen one but if theyre out there u r uninvited from my hazbin themed birthday party #most val likers are chill and i dont think real human beings should be harassed for liking a cartoon moth . #hellaverse