#but none of the things i saw overlapped with any of the ones he did lol

[supercantaloupe]

yaay a guy from the focus group this summer wants to meet up at the opera next saturday and hang out afterwards

#sasha speaks #he said he'd like to find someplace to get a bite to eat and talk about the show afterwards #he emailed earlier this fall about trying to go to see a show together at some point #but none of the things i saw overlapped with any of the ones he did lol #but i guess that means we can fill each other in on what the other missed #and i think we both saw rigoletto just at different performances so we could talk that one too #idk maybe i'm getting my hopes up lol i'm just excited at the idea of having someone to indulge in opera with in person haha #i love you guys (the little gay people in my phone) but i can't take you to the theater with me...sad... #i wanna talk about me

[thelikesoffinn]

Hi you ! I saw your did posts and I'm really confused about one thing you mentioned: Why would Astarion having DID be so bad for the DID community? I am not trying to be mean or anything I just really don't understand what the problem would be. You said something similar in one of your other metas but with astarion being ace and I think I didn't understand that either.

Hello babes!

The thing that is bad for the DID community is not "Astarion having DID" it's the fact that he very obviously doesn't and people are claiming he does.

Many people take things at face value these days, especially over on tiktok, without putting the proper research or critical thought into what they just learned, which in this specific case could potentially project a wrong image of what DID is and how it works.

All things considered, Astarion might be doing little harm to the community as a whole because this example is simply just wrong. But there's other examples - I'm looking at you, "SPLIT" and "Identity" - that depict people with DID as highly unstable, dangerous and homicidal individuals which is not only untrue but extremely harmful to their image.

That goes for many other disorders as well - almost all of them have some issues with stigmatisation, but not all of them are as severe - and it is a really difficult thing to deal with for everyone involved.

It's a bit like this: Imagine someone is going around, claiming all Red haired women are witches because their hair is proof that they have bathed in the firey pits of hell.

The rational mind will now tell you that this is absolute humbug. But that is because you have enough facts that disarm that completely idiotic statement.

Imagine if you didn't have those. Imagine if you were born into a world where the only examples of Red haired women you see are in films and games and, in each and every one of them, they are evil, cackling witches. You don't hit up google, you take it at face value because hey that's what every body is saying so it's gotta be true, and boom - the life of millions of red heads have immediately been made worse because people believe some unfounded shit that mainstream media pushed onto this society.

Of course, that is an extreme oversimplification but I think it gets the point across!

In the end, would Astarion be a horrible influence on the DID community? No, all things considered he's the wrong guy but he wouldn't be their worst representative. But he for sure wouldn't make things any easier either.

It's a similar yet different issue with the Ace community, by the way! Because in this case, Astarion actually IS a horrible example that drags down how people see people who identify as ace.

Sex, sexual desires and sexuality in general are instinctual for most people. It's not something they can control or influence - it just happens based on varying factors that are both internal and external. And that's not only the case in mankind - animals are rather similar in that regard, with some differences.

Thanks to that, many ace people are constantly questioned on their sexuality.

People don't understand how someone can not have any interest in sex or maybe even any desires to begin with. This leads to people believing that it is a phase caused by something - trauma, religion, celibacy, fear of Intimacy, age...you name it. - and that it is something that needs to be fixed so that it can pass.

I think we can all agree that asexuality is none of that.

But attaching characters like Astarion, who are hesitant or averse where sex and Intimacy are concerned because they have been abused and carry the scars of that abuse with them, just perpetuates the stereotype that, inadvertently, asexuality has to be caused by something - preferably trauma - and that it isn't something that can simply. just. be.

And I don't mean to say that there can't be overlap - of course, some ace people have trauma, and some of them will actually have sexual trauma, but they aren't ace because of that. Those two things exist on two separate levels.

To paint the picture: This has the same effect as solely attaching men that have been beaten by their fathers to homosexuality. There is well and truly no connection between those two things, but if the majority of Representative characters are men of that kind, people will naturally take that image to heart and may start to unrightfully connect male homosexuality and physical abuse by fathers because that is what society and media suggest.

So, in the end, my being vigilant and vocal whenever I spot misrepresentation is really only to do my part to stop more stigmatisation from happening.

No community - no matter if it's based on sexuality, mental health, or even just subculture - benefits from stigmatisation. Not a single one. Stigmata are always a bad thing that need to be avoided at all costs so that people can peacefully live their lives without fear of being shunned on account of idiotic half truths and oversensationalised misconceptions.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #astarion #the dark urge #astarion ancunin

[youboredright]

Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Saturo x Yn

(Part - 3)

Yn's POV

I did not realise when I feel asleep, but waking up I met a quiet house. Gojo left. Grabbing my phone the first thing I realised was that I got the first ever message from Gojo.

Gojo : get ready by 7 we will go to my parents house.

My head was filled with who the people was and who was Nora. My head was filled with thousands of thoughts so the day passed away quickly. I could just do the house chores and nothing else. Soon as I sat to have my evening tea the clock caught my attention. It was 6:30. Shit. I have 30 minutes to bath and get ready. By the time I was done with bathing and touching up my makeup, I was left with 5 minutes. I hastily wore the first dress that was in my closet. It was from my mother. It was a long black silk dress. It had a lot of memories. Before I could get all nostalgic I heard the a knock on my bedroom door. When did Gojo come. Opening it I saw Gojo, in his tuxedo. He looks extra tall. Oh gosh his legs and his biceps. Snap out if it Yn. I reminded myself that I am just a tool for Gojo. I simply nodded and approached him. "Let's go". The drive was mostly silent. And it was me who always spoke. "We are staying there tonight" Gojo announced. Shit. I wore this dress which is.. well nice but for sleeping I don't think is the best.

It was deadly quite, so as a good wife I tried to break. "You look nice" I said looking at him for a clue that he liked my compliment. He did look nice but specifically hot. Those veins popping out while one of his hand resting on the steering wheel . God I am falling it has not been even a month of our marriage. But Gojo did not say anything or even look at me. Did I make it more awkward ? " Sorry I didn't mean to make yo-" "We are not going to a party why did you wear a dress like that." Our voices overlapped. "I didn't know that." Oh that hurts. This black dress was nice. I got a lot of compliments. Was it that hard for him to just say I looked nice? "You are wearing a tuxedo?" And he ignored me. "Um Gojo? About last night. Were they your friends?" I said. "Look Yn I told you it's none of your business. Why can't you get a simple shit in your mind, huh?" He almost yelled. I hate loud sound. He knew a lot about my life. But is it wrong for me to be curious about his? About my life long partner. I just deeply sighed . "Yn" he said in a firm voice. It was the first time in the car he spoke. I flinched as I quickly looked at him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. " I wanted to talk about our-" he was interrupted by my phone ringtone. I quickly tired to silent it but Jake called me. I got the same chills running through my body. I started getting flashbacks of my old days. It has been almost 2 months now. I should feel happy he called but no. I felt sad and also a bit angry. I wanted to hear what Gojo was saying. But I just answered the call anyway. Throughout my call I felt Gojo's dark auroma filling the car. Reaching home, Gojo slammed his hand on the steering wheel even without looking at me and got out. As I rushed to him, I saw him standing outside. Oh was he waiting for me? He grasped my wrist tightly and leaned forward. "Yn don't dare to make my parents suspicious or worried."

Gojo's POV

Last night I was sober enough to remember what happened. Even after treating her the worst treatments, she still cares. I told her about Nora. Did I hurt her? She looks so fragile as if I might break her any moment. In my life I only cared about Nora, my mom, Geto and probably Shoko. But there's is something about Yn I feel I need to protect her. A feeling I never got before. Yesterday I stumbled myself and told her about Nora. I do still love her. And yesterday and also today when Yn asked about Geto and Shoko I was, well very tired to answer. Last night I saw Yn's eyes filled with concern and care, like actual feeling. Nora was the last person I saw the concern and care in her eyes. It makes me want to melt. Her touch is so warm, makes me crave her touch more. But I will not fall in love with someone I am forced married with. I had and have to remind myself not to fall for her. Because if my plan works then this marriage will end within the next 4 months.

...

I can feel her soft breathing. Her warmth is radiating and I could feel that as she looked outside filled with thoughts. She looked so good in her silk black dress. Her breasts were pumped and I could see them. I wish I was the only one who could look at those. She had the perfect body. Big but not huge breasts and ass. And my favourite thick thighs. She is so pretty and innocent. It almost makes me want to ruin her. Make her dirty and show her what is my kind of love. This woman, only if she knew what she did to me within a few days of our marriage. But I will not fall for her. I learnt a very good lesson from my past. And I will make sure I divorce her as soon as possible, when I will be done with her parents. "Yn" I said in a firm voice. She flinched as she quickly looked at me. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered. Am I that scary? " I wanted to talk about our-" I was interrupted by Yn's phone. I nodded as she answers. "Jake? Hey? How have you been?" Yn spoke in a soft yet confused voice. I don't normally eavesdrop but who the fuck was Jake? I felt weird and agitated. Why would MY wife, who wore MY ring, lived in MY house talk to someone specifically a boy? But then again I had no right to be. What was worst is Yn let out a soft chuckle hearing something 'Jake' said. It felt worst. I looked at her as I realised that I got a sudden urge to stop the car roughly pull her by the neck and kiss her. And then make a lot of dark hickeys and show the fucker the hickeys specifically the ones on her boobs and nec-. What the hell did I just imagine, making out with my arranged wife? The one I hated the most? Shit, what was happening to me. But I got a feeling that I had to remove Jake from my wife. Probably murder him. He got some nerve to talk to wife and make her chuckle. As I stopped the car in front of my parents house I slammed my hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, causing Yn to flinch. Great. Why am I getting annoyed just by remembering 'Jake' ? Why do I even care? I couldn't answer as I got out of my car.

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To be continued

#anime #anime fandom #anime fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #mafia au #arranged marriage

[fortythealien]

Son and Father

He was in the dust of a corpse-king’s court. He was before a resplendent Emperor for all the ages.

‘Father,’ he said, and when he had said that word, it was the last time he had meant it. ‘Father, I have returned.’ Guilliman forced himself to look up into the pillar of light, the screaming of souls, the empty-eyed skull, the impassive god, the old man, yesterday’s saviour. ‘What must I do? Help me, father. Help me save them.’ 

In the present, in the past, he felt Mortarion’s wordless presence at his side, and felt his fallen brother’s horror. 

He looked at the Emperor of Mankind, and could not see. Too much, too bright, too powerful. The unreality of the being before him stunned him to the core. A hundred different impressions, all false, all true, raced through his mind. 

He could not remember what his father had looked like before, and Roboute Guilliman forgot nothing. 

And then, that thing, that terrible, awful thing upon the Throne, saw him. 

‘My son,’ it said. 

‘Thirteen,’ it said. 

‘Lord of Ultramar.’ 

‘Saviour.’ 

‘Hope.’ 

‘Failure.’

‘Disappointment.’ 

‘Liar.’ 

‘Thief.’ 

‘Betrayer.’ 

‘Guilliman.’ 

He heard all these at once. He did not hear them at all. The Emperor spoke and did not speak. The very idea of words seemed ridiculous, the concept of them a grievous harm against the equilibrium of time and being. 

‘Roboute Guilliman.’ The raging tempest spoke his name, and it was as the violence a dying sun rains upon its worlds. ‘Guilliman. Guilliman. Guilliman.’ 

The name echoed down the wind of eternity, never ceasing, never reaching its intended point. The sensation of many minds reached out to Guilliman, violating his senses as they tried to commune, but then one mind seemed to come from the many, a raw, unbounded power, and gave wordless commands to go out and save what they built together. To destroy what they made. To save his brothers, to kill them. Contradictory impulses, all impossible to disobey, all the same, all different. 

Futures many and terrible raced through his mind, the results of all these things, should he do any, all or none of them. 

‘Father!’ he cried. Thoughts battered him. 

‘A son.’ 

‘Not a son.’ 

‘A thing.’ 

‘A name.’ 

‘Not a name.’ 

‘A number. A tool. A product.’ 

A grand plan in ruins. An ambition unrealized. Information, too much information, coursed through Guilliman: stars and galaxies, entire universes, races older than time, things too terrifying to be real, eroding his being like a storm in full spate carves knife-edged gullies into badlands. 

‘Please, father!’ he begged.

 ‘Father, not a father. Thing, thing, thing,’ the minds said. 

‘Apotheosis.’ 

‘Victory.’ 

‘Defeat.’ 

‘Choose,’ it said. 

‘Fate.’ 

‘Future.’ 

‘Past.’ 

‘Renewal. Despair. Decay.’ 

And then, there seemed to be focusing, as if a great will exerting itself, not for the final time, but nearly for the final time. A sense of strength failing. A sense of ending. Far away, he heard arcane machines whine and screech, close to collapse, and the clamour of screams of dying psykers that underpinned everything in that horrific room rising higher in pitch and intensity. ‘Guilliman.’ The voices overlaid, overlapped, became almost one, and Guilliman had a fleeting memory of a sad face that had seen too much, and a burden it could barely countenance. ‘Guilliman, hear me. 

‘My last loyal son, my pride, my greatest triumph.’

How those words burned him, worse than the poisons of Mortarion, worse than the sting of failure. They were not a lie, not entirely. It was worse than that. 

They were conditional. 

‘My last tool. My last hope.’ 

A final drawing in of power, a thought expelled like a dying breath. 

‘Guilliman…’

#Warhammer 40k #roboute guilliman #the emperor of mankind #Dark Imperium: Godblight

[sunshinechay]

The way my mind connects the dots with 0 hesitation is hilarious. I could be seeing something like "Omg Michael is SO hot, looks so good with his hair like that, my little meow meow!" and Im like "ya Michael-

Seater?

Cera??

Myers!

from the group chat??!!!???

Really be like that (I barely care about any of those people, my brain will just pick at random), wild to see this post in the wild tho, its been years since I saw fans of (pick your fighter).

Only to find out OP is talking about a totally unrelated Michael from something I've never heard of, but its too late, ive already connected the dots in such a hilarious way, I gotta reblog now. But im collecting the new Michael for another similar situation if this ever comes up again.

I remember in high school we had this classmate named John Oliver and for the life of me, I couldn't understand that my friends were talking about John Oliver the tv host. They'd sit there saying the wildest shit like "Did you hear what insane shit John Oliver did last week?" and for a whole 5 seconds I'd be SO concerned about our mutual classmate only to be told this is about some random dude I don't know or watch (back then) and suddenly the world made a LOT more sense. But for those 5 seconds my mind created real terror and I just had to know what kind of sitcom life my classmate was living every fucking week.

So anyways, if you're always wondering why i keep re-blogging posts about your favs with the dumbest tags, its because I keep re-living Last Week with John Oliver time loop with you😭.

I don't even read your url, im just scrolling fast and every time im like "wait Effy slow down, this made no sense, dont just accept that" I look at the url and you're talking about some whole other guy.

Like I really saw your post and went "ah the creepy pasta girlies from 2012 breached containment and hit my dash again...ya...i'll reblog" and it was literally NOT about that Jeff at all.

I need an option to highlight your username in big and bold so my brain understands that your favs and my brain has 0 overlap and idk any of those people. This keeps happening with just you on my dash and no one else. I remembering struggling with my life, during your vegas era (of vegaspete of kinnporshe). Like this is NOT about Las Vegas at all, but if you asked me what my brain ran off with in those 5 seconds, if left unchecked, you'd understand why I love having you in my dash so much. Scrolling super fast on tumblr with you on my dash is just briefly time traveling to another universe istg.

Plus sometimes I do end up watching what you watch like kinnporshe so thats just a bonus.

Glad I could help! Haha

And don’t worry, my brain frequently does this kind of thing as well. Our brains recognize patterns and make connection only it seems our make connections where there are none, but that’s half the fun. Sometimes I laugh at where my own brain takes me.

I saw your tags on the Jeff posts and laughed because omg can you imagine Jeff the Killer reading his own fanfiction 😂😂😂

However, it’s Jeff Satur we’re talking about and honestly the fact he has read fanfiction about himself is both funny and horrifying like “I’m so sorry you had to witness this Jeff…would like some recs for other fics about you?” 😂😂😂

I’m glad that you have liked the BLs you’ve watched. They’re really just something else, in both good ways and bad and I love them so much. So I’m happy I can spread the joy :)

#captain-effy #jeff satur #sometimes our brains take us on a wild ride #that ends with us imagining jeff the killer reading fanfiction about himself #and that’s okay #cap answers asks #cap speaks

[lesbianchemicalplant]

I tried writing a post to organize my impressions after watching The Fly (1986) a little while ago, but it became unwieldy and is now buried somewhere in my drafts. this has also become unwieldy but I'm posting it this time

overall it was great, one of the better horror films I've seen personally. I was more upset by it than I thought I would be (because of it's strength, not because it was bad.) (also I know I know, what did I expect, but....)

contains personal tangents, CW body horror, ableism

so for a lot of the time while watching, the film made me think of disability

I don't talk about it on here much, it's relatively minor, but I have chronic physical issues with my shoulder/arm (it's complicated, stuff pulls on other stuff, also worse some days than others, stretches and exercises are helpful for it). and I think there are broad allusions to disability and ableism, not just (or even mostly) things that specifically apply to me. but I also personally saw myself in Brundlefly more than I expected along those lines

in no particular order (sorry for the very literal superficial tvtropes style listing)—

an accident, an injury, a progressive condition

social shame and isolation

adjustment and recognition of new and changing physical limits. looking in the mirror, trying things out. (the Brundlefly Museum....)

mobility and accessibility aids: the gloves, (iirc) at one point using two canes as a sort of walker....later adapting to walk on all fours, on the ceiling

adjusting to new ways of taking food, basic needs of life, but apologizing for it to Ronnie (“it's disgusting”)

explicit comparison to cancer (“No. I won't be just another tumorous bore, talking endlessly about his hair falling out and his lost lymph nodes. I know what that's all about and I won't go through it”)

how they talk about Seth to people who aren't in the know, or are only partly in the know. Stathis initially fears he could be contagious (“typhoid mary”); later, speaking with the doctor, Stathis and Ronnie refer to Seth as “deformed”, that the fetus could also be deformed

fear of being [seen as] less human

as a disclaimer, I had some pause about the last one when viewing the film this way, since Brundlefly is referred to as literally less human, by Percentage, by “genetics”—especially since Seth himself warns that he is less human and likely to be dangerous and violent because of this (“insects don't have politics”)

but I don't think that's borne out or what the film actually does. Seth doesn't actually seem to be less human on an essential eugenicist level—because of those anxieties, Seth is desperate to be human the entire time, all the more so as his body continues to change. his violence is not mindless or asocial. even his violation of Ronnie's bodily autonomy, preventing her abortion and kidnapping her to physically fuse with her body, is heinous specifically along social, misogynistic lines. none of the concerns of contagion or eugenicist danger from essential monstrosity are substantiated, only social violence

(and imo, Seth's later actions are not so surprising from what we know about him from earlier on? like, the entire time, he is perhaps a little self-centered or selfish (I mean this gently, in the sense I can also be selfish, and a lot of which is just from him not being around other people much)....which is innocuous and even relatable to me at first, but dangerous as he becomes more desperate)

anyhow not confident in any of this but just wanted to get this out somewhere. I vaguely know ableism looms over horror and especially Body Horror, but I haven't done even the basic film crit readings (part of why this is non-rebloggable. if anyone has any reccs please let me know!!)

(also: as well as disability, a lot of specific things reminded me of or in some cases seemed to intentionally allude to addiction, e.g. the mania and sugar cravings? and there are similar/overlapping anxieties around social contagion etc. there as well, but I think that's much less thematic and more in passing than the disability/ableism. I've never done stimulants other than cocaine though fwiw)

#my posts #' #\ #` #/ #the fly

[squidkid15]

As a deep and long-time lover of whump if you're serious about being all right taking time out to give me a list I would absolutely LOVE a list.

so I'm too lazy to alphabetize it but *cracks knuckles* let's see how this goes

Read more because I was serious about him having a shitton of issues.

The circlets he's wearing in that new picture? Yeah none of those is the original one

His tongue is lightly coated in copper after 500 years of being fed nothing but that. His sense of taste is greatly reduced, and he can faintly taste copper all the time.

His Tripitaka was...pretty cruel to him. Wukong, of course, has yet to realize this fully. He still thinks the monk was trying to help - he just failed at it (see next bullet)

He spent all of jttw and afterward being called all sorts of terrible things and never being thanked/being good enough that he's decided he never will be. ("A good person? Nah. I'm not one of those.") He's given up on it.

He no longer does things just for the sake of being a "good person," he'll only do it if he wants to. Usually, these things overlap, what he wants is generally good, but not always. He's decided that no one will ever see him as good/good enough so he's stopped trying.

Oh, every single one of these issues? Before and after this bullet? Never addressed. He's the definition of "I'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I'll die". Except, unfortunately, that second part never happens so all those emotions have been bottled for literally thousands of years.

He has been borrowing mental spoons from future wukong for centuries and at some point he's gonna run out of spoons to borrow

Doesn't sleep. Ever. Hasn't for a LONG time. His Macaque has sleep/dream powers and made sure Wukong has nightmares any time he's asleep. So he just. Doesn't. This does not help the 'mental spoons' issue.

He killed his Mac. Like flat out did it. Knows he did it, meant to do it (sorta). Soooooo thats like 29473834 issues wrapped into one

The four NEW circlets were tossed on him after the fire was split. The force of taking the ring knocked him out and when he woke up he was wearing not one, not two, but FOUR circlets. Heaven claimed it was to seal the Samadhi Fire (which it does do!) but Ne'Zha and DBK don't have them so Wukong knows better.

"Last 'good thing' I did, I helped a friend with his kid. And it landed me in chains."

The new circlets have only been used once - right after he woke up and tried to rampage through heaven when he saw what they did. They were used just the once to stop that, and now remain as just a threat, but a very real one.

He won't fight back (unless its to protect someone he cares about). He just won't. Last time he fought back he killed his best friend, so he Will Not defend himself. Any amount of verbal or physical abuse, if it's aimed at only him, he won't fight back. Mac has said some awful things to him and Wukong just looks away.

Mac gave him a nightmare about Wukong killing him again and Wukong woke up and rolled right into a full-blown panic attack. It was really bad.

Killed his Mac to protect the jttw gang, and was...mostly in his right mind at the time. Buried pretty deep in Stockholm Syndrome, he didn't see that Mac was trying to help. Mac's powers make it near impossible to stop him without lethal force, and...so that's what Wukong used. He shifted into "this is a threat. threats need to be stopped" mentality, and only after he'd snapped mac's neck did he fully process what he did.

He completely understands Mac's grudge, has never tried to defend or explain himself there.

#squid speaks #answers #anonymous #lmk daydreams au

[heathersproship]

If you ship Chansaw, you ship toxicity. :)

If you ship Jdronica, you ship toxicity. :)

If you ship Mcduke, you ship toxicity. :)

If you ship Chanduke, you ship abuse. :)

If you ship Dukesaw, you ship toxicity. :)

If you ship Kurt/Ram, you missed the point. :)

I don’t make the rules. I didn’t make the ships. I’m just stating facts.

There’s not a single pair up there that passes the pure wholesome healthy relationship challenge. Yet, people (antis) still ship them, and ship them very aggressively. Funny that. If what you ship reflects your morals, then why are you poisoning your blessed soul by consuming such filth? What are you trying to say about yourselves?

If you feel the need to justify why it’s okay to ship [X] beyond “because I like it,” you need to take a hard look at your relationship with the concept of shame.

As someone who understands fiction is not the same as reality, I can ship any one of these ships without worrying about compromising on my morals. Because I don’t attach morality to shipping. Scandalous, I know! Liking is not the same as being. My liking a het ship as a queer person does not make me any less queer. It doesn’t straighten me out, if you will. And shipping “healthy” ships does not a good upstanding moral person make, especially if you’re just doing it to appear better than those who ship “unhealthy” bad problematic ships. Who are you sticking it to? Because it’s not the people who ship badwrong, they’re not the ones looking for brownie points. I promise, they don’t care. That’s the same as doing good deeds with the express purpose of getting into Heaven, and not because it makes you feel good to just be nice to people. Ulterior motives show your true intent. And in case you have’t noticed, none of the ships in Heathers are healthy. At all. With the possible exception of one. But it barely counts because it features an extremely minor character.

There shouldn’t be any antis or anti-leaning people (or minors, but overlap) in the Heathers fandom as a whole because Heathers has always been about problematic things with problematic people, which WILL spill over into their ships.

If two individually fucked up people get into a relationship, you can’t expect them to never showcase unhealthy behavior toward each other. Not only is that highly unrealistic, but that’s toxic in and of itself. Even healthy couples fight sometimes, that’s just how it is.

Veronica only sees the Heathers as a means to an end. Chandler sees Veronica as a disobedient doll, and Duke a nuisance. J.D. thinks the answer to Westerburg’s bully problem is murder, and tricks Veronica into taking part twice; he even intended to kill her if he couldn’t win her back. Duke turned on McNamara the first chance she got (in the movie she was ecstatic about it). McNamara explicitly set Veronica up for date rape in the musical (it doesn’t matter she was too dumb to realize it, she still did it), and both she and Duke took part in slut-shaming Veronica after (Off-Broadway only; in West End it’s all Duke now). Veronica left McNamara, who we saw clearly trying to fight off an explicitly drunk Ram, alone to get slushies with her boyfriend in the movie. Worse: she left her with TWO drunk and horny high school guys. Also in the movie, Veronica slapped Duke and then tried to slap her again the very next day. Kurt and Ram are assholes to everyone and the JOKE was that they were gay. Even Fleming, the one adult who looked like she wanted to help, was really just in it for herself.

“But I don’t ship the canon dynamics of the characters, I’m just here for the AUs!”

That’s valid and all, but listen. Just because you toss the characters in an AU where nothing is toxic and everyone is happy and no one dies does not mean the original portrayals of the characters and their unhealthy dynamics in canon suddenly cease to exist. You had to take those characters from somewhere in order to change them to suit your sanitized happy fluffy funtime world. Consider the Ship of Theseus thought experiment: if you change enough about the character, is it even the same character anymore? Ascribing a certain sexuality to the characters (Veronica is bi, Chandler is lesbian, Kurt and Ram are gay) doesn’t make it true if they don’t explicitly say so in the source material. Conversely, that doesn’t make it not true either, but what looks gay to you could be bi to me, or pan to someone else. Individual interpretations are not universal.

We can watch the movie over and over looking for the smallest of details to support our headcanons or spark new theories as to what’s really going on, and we can continue to put on the musical all over the globe with changes as needed for the times, but those fun little headcanons AUs we love are just that: alternate universes. Fanon. Canon only in your Head, not canon to what we got in the movie or the recordings of the musical or to anyone else if they choose not to accept it. Hell, we can still ignore the word of the actors playing the characters if we choose to. We got what we got and we won’t be getting anything new. We tried getting something new and look how well the TV show went over. (Btw that shit was fun. Stupid, trippy, and absolutely insane, but fun once you turn your brain off lol.)

I love Jdronica both in spite of and because of their toxicity. I love how he encourages her to be bad and she encourages him to be better. I love how clever they both are, how in spite of their individual intelligence their love made them stupid and reckless. I love how they’re two lonely people who made it work for a while because they were willing to try for each other, and how absolutely futile it is because she realized she deserved better and so does he, but he just couldn’t let go because he’s finally found something to believe in, something good and solid and real and she’s taking away his purpose. I love how he started off with the fierce desire to protect her from the monsters, and in the end he realized he had to protect her from him. It’s fucked up, but it’s also fucking beautiful.

#Heathers #Veronica Sawyer #Jdronica #Chansaw #proship #Jason Dean #Heather McNamara #Heather Duke #Heather Chandler #Ram Sweeney #Kurt Kelly #chanduke #mcduke #dukesaw #mcnamawyer #heathers the movie #heathers the musical #antis dni #proshippers please interact #antis don’t interact #proshipper safe #anti anti #anti harassment

[buck-tick-stash]

The Izora Concert Experience

Better than (Tour) The Best.

With COVID restrictions finally lifting to a proper degree in Japan, the Izora tour saw the audience come alive in a way that had not been possible in three years.

The band itself was also more energetic on stage. As we know from the band's pre-tour interviews posted to their YouTube channel, Tour The Best 35th Anniv. overlapped studio recordings of the following year's Izora album, competing for their energy and creative focus.

By contrast, the members seemed much more lively for Izora. Toll walked cheerfully and waved where before he had shuffled. Imai's cane was nowhere to be seen, and in addition to his usual kicks and dances, he playfully hop-scotched across the stage during Hizumi. Yuta was mugging at the crowd with extra enthusiasm, and there were moments of Sakurai and Hide twirling in sync.

And, while I'm 99.8% certain I did not imagine it, I know how hard this will be to believe: Imai cracked a smile.

In addition to playing the entire album, the smattering of old songs included Jonathan Jet-Coaster, with the chant of "I wanna be your fuckin' baby, fuckin' baby" getting quite the response from the audience, and Igniter, which absolutely thrilled my hard-rock heart, not to mention the sheer pleasure of hearing Imai at the mic again.

Having gone to a show on this tour has more than convinced me to get a copy any Izora-related tour Blu-rays in the future for two points (above and beyond simply being a Buck-Tick simp):

1) The visuals fit the songs beautifully and cohesively. I'm dying to see them again without the fear of missing some action from the members.

2) Imai's theremin solo. No joke, the man has seriously leveled up his skill. While Imai has always used the theremin as he has most synth sounds, as a way to enhance the existing melodies and add his particular brand of flair, his solo in Izora was masterful, as the theremin sang with more tonal fidelity and coloratura than most of the solos the band puts out.

My one and only criticism falls on Noraneko Burū ("Alley Cat Blue"), whose bridge features a solo on an off-tune tinny upright piano. On the album, this works. The run-down jazzy sound suits the lazy lounge-esque beat of the song. However, this bit of piano keeps its coveted spot in the song as a backing track on stage. I wasn't sure which musician to focus on, as none were actively creating the solo, and as it was a straight copy of what was on the album, felt flat when played next to live instruments. In previous tours, Rondo's violin suffers similarly, but the looser scat of a piano definitely stood out more to me.

Much that I have to say about the venue, goods, and the before and after are the same as my previous post. I did learn that getting the first copy of an autobiography does not guarantee you'll be rewarded with a signed copy. (Yuta, why no love??!! (｡•́︿•̀｡) )

One unfortunate thing I discovered this time was how certain members of the audience behaved after the show was complete. This time, I had hung around and had a better view of the audience after the show, seeing several of them scour between seats for the chance at missed picks, diving viciously for them and nearly getting into scuffles. (I'm not terribly surprised. I've seen the obaachans during Parinirvana Day; the U.S. has no monopoly on "Black Friday" behavior. I'm still disappointed to see it again, though.)

Don't let my ability to expand on complaints fool you. Izora was an absolute blast. I wish I had the funds and the free days to follow Buck-Tick all over the country. Gods willing, they will make more albums and do more tours, and I hope to save up enough to attend several in the same tour next time 'round.

#buck tick #buck-tick #izora #異空 #my text

[circus-complex]

Glass Mind | Chapter 4/?

Rating: Teen +

Relationships: Feng Xin/Mu Qing

Characters: Feng Xin, Mu Qing

Tags: feng xin falls ill, Canon-typical swearing, mu qing has to care for him, Febuwhump 2024, Slow Burn, Feng Xin and Mu Qing are slightly OOC, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst

Feng Xin falls ill, messing with his head. Mu Qing tasks himself with taking care of him. Does Mu Qing truly hate Feng Xin?

Also on AO3

Full chapter under the cut

Mu Qing, now aware that he needs to take care of the Southwest and Southeast, was swamped with work. Not only did he have to take care of Feng Xin, he had to figure out how to combine the palaces. Mu Qing was aware that their followers, mortal or god, would loathe each other. He didn’t blame them, Feng Xin’s junior deputies were a pain. Apart from that Li Junlan. He seemed nice enough.

Feng Xin didn’t show any improvement. If anything, he’d gotten worse. Intervals between manic states were growing shorter, and they seemed to be getting worse.

General Ju Yang, please let me have a- Fuck! Mu Qing truly felt bad for Feng Xin now. Ling Wen had a prayer funnel set up, so Mu Qing could hear Feng Xin’s devotees for the time being. But the only difference was the prayers for sons and to have a better sex life! They had similar domains, any troublesome beasts were overlapping.

Being a god didn’t require much work. Mu Qing’s only responsibility was to delegate tasks to junior deputies, and if needed, deal with an occasional ghost.

Due to Hua Cheng aligning himself with Xie Lian, ghosts were under more control. But some weren’t citizens of the Ghost City, and still wreaked havoc. Most of them being Qi Rong’s underlings.

Ling Wen?

Mu Qing heard her exasperated sigh on the other end. What?

Have you…found anything else?

No. Shi Wudu has gone missing, Feng Xin has gone insane, but one of them is still contained. Take a guess as to what I’m working on?

Mu Qing’s eye twitched. Great.

You could try searching yourself? Did you consider that?

I- Yes. I could.

Well, Feng Xin is calm right now. I’ll send someone over, and you can take a look at the reports so far. It contains everything related to this case.

Very well.

✦✦✦

“General Xuan Zhen? I’m here with the reports you asked for!”

Mu Qing stood up, walking to the door and opening it with a Bang!

“Thank you…Li Junlan,” He faltered as he saw the familiar face. He took the - rather large - stack of papers out of his hands,

“No problem General. I hope you find a cure for General Nan Feng soon.”

Li Junlan bowed and turned to exit. Mu Qing slammed the papers on his desk. There were so many to go through. But Feng Xin hadn’t required much of his time lately, throwing him out more often than letting him in, so he supposed it wouldn’t hurt. It would keep him busy and his mind off…things.

The first portion was possible causes of psychosis. The second was Feng Xin’s behavior and how to deal with it. The third was possible triggers and anything recent. The fourth was what had happened in the past.

Mu Qing was truly stumped. The causes ranged from flowers to curses. The flowers seemed to be ruled out, they were typically a one time thing. If this had happened before, none of them fit. But neither did any of the curses. Most of them caused lack of contact with reality, leading to murder of close ones. But Feng Xin was harmless. The only harm he caused was to himself.

Unless that was the goal.

What if someone was trying to hurt Feng Xin? If you were to curse him to harm himself then you wouldn’t be a suspect. And by setting the end goal hundreds of years later, you would never be suspected as such.

This wasn’t something Ling Wen would know.

Xie Lian!

Eh? Mu Qing?

Does Feng Xin have anyone who would wish to cause him harm? Perhaps an ex or someone he got into a fight with?

He’s generally liked, isn’t he? There isn’t anyone I can think of, maybe Jian Lan?

She didn’t seem too mad, but I’ll look into it.

Mu Qing put his head in his hands. Frustration was starting to boil, and was threatening to spill over. Ugh! Feng Xin’s always a headache, no matter what form he takes. He stood up, deciding to take a walk through the human realm to clear his head. Maybe some time not thinking about Feng Xin would be good.

✦✦✦

“Mu Qing, have you seen Shi Wudu?” Shi Qingxuan trudged up to the Martial God. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

“No, I’m sorry,” Mu Qing tried his best to sound empathetic. Could he have a moment alone? Please?

“Is Feng Xin better yet? Ming-xiong said Shi Wudu was last spotted in the southeast,” Shi Qingxuan tipped her head to the left.

“I- Yes, but he’s still unwell. He’s not really in a state to converse.”

“Ah, that. That reminds me, Ming-xiong-”

Ming-xiong this, Ming-xiong that, did she ever shut up about him!?

-once got hit by a delusion curse. You might want to ask him about it!”

The wind master waved and turned around, leaving Mu Qing to ponder her words. He’d never spoken to the earth master before, but perhaps it was the same. That would speed up getting Feng Xin back to normal and…Mu Qing wouldn’t have to care for him anymore.

Perfect. He’ll speak with Ming Yi tomorrow.

#fengqing #ao3 #feng xin #mu qing #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump2024 #ao3 writer #fanfiction #fanfic #writing from the circus

[gayjesus2023]

the maze runner p.1

masterlist

~p.2

(Disclaimer: if I mess up some things about the female body I am very sorry!!!(fw: none (that I know of), potentially a little course language))

wc: 0.5k (beginner story)

back story: when the only girl in the pit died when she tried escaping the maze. The people of the laboratory freaked and had to get a girl back into the maze . Until one of the scientist had a plan…

“Where the fuck am i. It’s like a cage, why am I in a cage” you thought to yourself. You screamed for help but all it did was echo through the channel that brought you up. Until the box came to a stop, the doors opened and it took a moment for the light to make friends with your eyes. You could see people, multiple people all of them had big shoulders. So you knew they where all men you were carried out by two of them and hauled into a hut. Some of the boys waited around you then ,one boy told you “It’s ok darling” then you saw darkness.

You woke up after what felt like 3 minutes but when you woke up and saw the same person who said “it’s alright darling” to you. He was blond and you thought that he was a little British. as soon as you saw him, he ran out of the room and got 2 other guys both of them where American but they all stared at you. You focused on your surroundings the blonde one was the British one and the two Americans looked really sporty. Like Runners.

When you fully woke up. No one was around. when you stood up It felt weird, but all you could focus on was your skin. So you walked into the woods behind the little Hut and soon found a little waterway running through the woods, you stripped down and it felt like you just bathed in holy water. Fuck it felt good. It felt like you haven’t eaten in days. you got out and dried your clean body. “ I knew you would be here somewhere” you look over and it’s one of the American boys. he was leaning on a tree. cutting his nails with his teeth “I’m Thomas, call me Tom.” he was handsome with brown hair and a dirty black shirt with beige short cargo pants.

“actually I was just about to come and have a bath, but I guess not” he says coming closer the the water. You and him were on opposite sides of the river. “just wait there” a few minutes past and he brings back a dirty white shirt and some long gray jeans. “look away” you say “Oh! She talks now” you laugh. It was silent for a moment “uhm T-Tom.. do you have any pads or maybe tampons” you hear Tomas breathe for a second. Do you want to overlap your underwear?”

after you finish getting changed you walk out and Thomas is leaning on a tree looking into the thick mist that covers the trees in the distance. As soon as he sees you he looks at you, his eyes move up and down your body. “Hey… I’m sorry I forgot to mention my name… it’s Y/N baby the way” he smiles “hey Y/N … I’m sorry that we don’t have those lady… stuff. But I’m sure we can make something..” before he finishes his scentence there’s a boy running towards Tom. “who’s that…” Tom turns around. “Oh that’s Minho… right you don’t know anyone here”

Minho stops and talks to Tom. “he wants to see her. All the guys think it’s him who deserve.. well except for me chuck and newt and a few others.” he looks at you and smiles. “Your going to want to meet someone” he says smiling greedily.

-book note: eeeek first post. I’ve been looking forward to posting this but if you want me to continue just tell me and I might continue this… (next part at 150 likes)

#the maze runner #maze runner #thomas #thomas x f!reader #the maze runner fanfic #the maze runner fanfiction #maze runner x reader #fanfic #thomas tmr #thomas maze runner

[oblonger]

Alright! Guess I should make good on what I said and try to figure out why I thought that cool thing I wrote was out of character and/or poorly written!

Big ol' essay about my own writing under the cut.

So firstly, I thought that the way Darkrai's nightmare aura worked was that any and all dreams that someone has in in his vicinity become nightmares. If they weren't going to have a dream, then a nightmare would spontaneously form. From there, I assumed that lunar wings worked in an equal and opposite way. Doing the same for good dreams. If someone was in an overlapping section of their radius, the two would cancel out. And the subject simply wouldn't have a dream.

That is why I thought that the mechanics weren't consistent. I was under the impressions that, as long as Opal was in range of the lunar wing, she wouldnt have any dreams, good or bad. When in reality it doesn't matter how close someone is to a lunar wing, if Ark isn't covered by it's effect, then they still have nightmares. At least, that's how I interpret it. So, assuming my interpretation is correct, a plot hole arises. If Twig was having a nightmare from Ark's aura, then so should Opal. It's not something I see being written around given the way the nightmare aura actually works. Not without a major overhaul to the start of the story, or just retconning the nightmare aura to work the way I assumed it worked initially. (Which, um, DON'T do that.) Its not that huge a deal. Mostly because a lot of this I'm writing with the advantage of retrospect. But it is a small error nonetheless. It bugs me now, but at worst I'll feel neutral towards it given a couple days though.

Now for the part that I had considered scrapping this entire project over!

At the time I saw this, I was just barely getting started on the nightmare sequence. And the beginning wasn't as fleshed out as it was because I usually skim through what I write three or four times before posting it, looking to see what I can add or shorten. (And yet there are STILL spelling and sentence structure errors! AAAH!) From there I had the thought that none of this would have happened, because Twig would be very against letting Ark in her mind after he did it the one time in TPiaG.

I suppose that this could be circumvented by the part i added later on mentioning how Kip would have told her that Ark could control his nightmare to some extent. Leading Twig to becoming excited at the possibility of him visiting her in her dreams, while he doesnt have to see anything she wouldnt want him to see. Which would then lead into the events of this. So, not as bad as I thought it was I suppose.

Sooooooo... In conclusion!

• The only plot hole is minor at its worst.

• The characters werent as out of character as I thought.

• I am very thankful you encouraged me to finish writing this, despite the flaws I perceived.

Genuinely, thanks for that. This one was honestly the one that was the most fun to write so far! I would have completely missed out on making it if you didn't tell me I should keep going. It really makes me happy seeing how encouraging you are towards other people. I'm working towards being as positive as you are :)

(Also, don't feel bad that I nearly scrapped this because of my reaction to your answer. I was sleepy and tired when i saw it, and you genuinely couldn't have known that I would do that.)

(Also also, writing this has made me realize that I've been calling the Lunar wings "celestial feathers". [Agonized screaming])

[softquietsteadylove]

Alright Darling!

I need to ask you this because I need to see it happen! 👀

Would you write Gil proposing to Thena?

Pretty please?😁❤️

"You okay?"

Gil blinked, finding his Ice Queen looking up at him with a knot between her brows. He smiled, shaking his head slightly, "I'm fine. Just...surprised."

"Indeed," Thena murmured as she resumed sorting out her work that his aunt had interrupted. "I never imagined she would make the trip for herself."

Gil just nodded, mind turning over seeing his aunt for the first time in he had no idea how long. Thoughts of what she would tell the rest of his family--hoping it was over but knowing better than to think it was.

The living room at home was still littered with flower petals. He really had blurted out some of his intended speech during his little outburst and he still had the ring in his pocket. None of it had gone to plan and he had absolutely no clue how to proceed with any of it now.

Maybe he could suggest they go for food and order a cleaning service to dismantle what he had done at home. He would just have to try again later.

"Gil."

He blinked, once again needing to be pulled out of his thoughts. It was typically the other way around. He sighed, taking Thena's hand in his and raising it to his lips, "sorry, Princess. Guess I'm a little more stunned than I thought."

Thena brushed her thumb over his knuckles, "do you have regrets over what we told her?"

"No!" He really hadn't expected that. He held her hand tighter in his, "no, of course not. I meant every word, Thena. I'm here because you're here, and I don't want to be anywhere else."

Thena gave him a gentle look, some of her hair slipping over her shoulder as she tilted her head at him. But it seemed to suffice for her, and she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Shall we?"

Gil pulled her back to him, though. He could figure out the speech and the proposal and the living room later. He leaned in, "hey."

Thena sighed as their lips met, gentle and tender and as familiar as saying each other's names. Her hand slipped into his suit jacket to find and claim its place over his heart.

Gil sighed, resting his forehead against hers. When he did finally manage to propose he would tell her all about his failed attempt today. Maybe they would have a pleasant laugh about it. "I love you, Thena."

It was faint, but he could hear the little hitch in her breath. He pulled her closer to him, his hand on her back, her hands on his chest. She tucked her head under his chin, "I love you, too."

"I-" he paused, letting out a little more of his tension - and disappointment and stress and yearning - in another sigh. "I saw this day going differently."

"These thing can't be helped, sometimes," she soothed.

"I meant it, though," he pulled back, holding his hand over her hand over his heart. He stared into those sparkling green eyes of hers, losing himself in them. "I meant every word. Thena, you are everything to me. Every morning starts with you, or it doesn't start. I only want to be with you."

"I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. Sometimes I can't believe we only knew each other through work, and now I go to bed early so I can watch you read beside me. I keep lilies on my desk so I can think of you and if I could spend every day just lying around watching you work, I would."

He released her hand, only so he could move his hands to cup her cheeks. "You are perfection. You are happiness, and joy, and pain, and love, and stress, and I would endure anything at all to spend five minutes with you."

"You're it, Thena. You're the only one--the love of my life. You already know you have me--mind, body, soul, anything. It's all yours."

He was speeding along, now, the words almost overlapping as his feelings became too much to bear. He was barrelling towards an end.

"I'm yours, and you said you're mine too," he gulped, his throat tightening. He felt some tears collect in his eyes, and she was already ahead of him. "And that's enough. It will always be enough, but...but I guess I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to ask if you would give me just a little bit more."

Thena nodded.

"Give me the mornings, and the nights, and every minute in between," he whispered, every breath they gasped out moving around them as she nodded to everything he said. "Give me your hand everyday and let me know that I never have to let go."

"Tell me you love me and never stop, tell me we can go home and ask me to make dinner every night. Say you'll stop reading in five more minutes just so I can look at you for a little longer."

"Say you're as much mine as I am yours." He held her eyes. "Say you'll marry me."

"Yes."

Thena leaned up, looping her arms around his neck and throwing herself into a kiss that echoed every word he had said back to him. He held her tight, letting her push against him with every move of their lips together.

"Say it again," she whispered--pleaded between kisses.

"Marry me," he repeated, as asked. Her lips rewarded his and he felt a kind of giddy squeeze in her chest against his. "Marry me."

"Yes," she gasped out again, her lips forming a smile against his.

Gil responded as he always did, because if Thena smiled, then he did too. "Marry me?"

"Yes!" she laughed, letting him pick her up and spin her around in the soft light of her office.

Gil stared up at her, her hair tumbling around her in a waterfall of blonde. It wasn't their home, with flower petals and candles, and a perfectly rehearsed speech and a romantic mood. But he supposed he fell the rest of the way in love with her in here ,more than a year ago. Maybe there was something poetic in that.

Thena leaned down to kiss him again, "did you plan this?"

"Yes and no," he sighed, setting her down again but keeping her close. "Some details are a little different, but-"

Thena cut him off with another kiss. She really was feeling giddy. "It was perfect."

Gilgamesh smiled, taking in the woman now his wife in more ways than one. He tilted his head at her, as she often did to him, which he found so utterly adorable. "Shall I?"

Thena laughed a little, brushing some of her tears from her eyelashes. She made room, letting him get down on one knee as he had intended. "You think you're so charming."

"I think you do too," he grinned at her as he reached into his pocket.

"Insufferable man."

"And yet here you are," he returned the very familiar words to her as he pulled up the ring box, "suffering me."

Her breath died in the air.

"Thena," he held up the ring, his hands shaking despite having already proposed, and then asked, and asked again. He took in a trembling breath, "will you marry me?"

"Yes!"

Gil caught her in his arms as she collapsed to the ground with him. He rubbed her back as she let out her joy--so much of it that she was weeping against him. He pressed his lips to her hair, "I love you."

She didn't have the words yet. She pressed herself closer to him, emerging only as he wrestled her hand away from his chest to slip her ring on her.

"I thought about getting it in your lace design," he murmured gently as he got it situated on her delicate little finger. It really looked half the size of the one of his that matched it. "But your tattoo is already. I wanted this to be different."

It was still bands of gold, delicate and woven intricately. At every intersection of gold sat a tiny but sparkling diamond, like snowflakes just big enough to catch the light.

Thena looked at his as he held it up. It looked less like a ring and more like a piece of stone carved out roughly in the shape of a ring.

He turned it, revealing its shining gold interior, with the same shape of Thena's ring carved out from it. "Yours is made of the interior of mine."

Her eyes sparkled.

Gil blushed, "so I can keep a piece of you with me, and vice versa...I guess."

Thena smiled, blinking away more tears at his bashful explanation of a deeply thoughtful concept. She reached forward, slipping his ring onto his finger as he had done for her. Their fingers laced together, right to left and left to right. Both tattoos and both rings matched perfectly. "This is...you are perfect."

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #pt 3 #we did it!!! #I'm sorry I kept you waiting for this #but I wanted it to be #well...I wanted it to be perfect #and this is perfectly them #not everything is going to go according to plan #and some things can't be helped #but man #Gil has been wanting #and waiting #and now that he has the chance nothing will stop him #once upon a time he would sit across a conference table from her #think about how pretty she was and exchange business pleasantries #now he watches her read in bed beside him #they exchange 'good night and dream of me's #she lies on his chest with her hand on his heart #and he holds her as they sleep #he braids her hair when she gets out of the shower #and lets her press her freezing cold feet against his calves while cuddling #this is his wife #ALSO #shoutout to @taranchan #who found the rings and sent them to me because they were so perfect

[babyangelsky]

Now that Anti Reset and Perfect Propose have soothed my salty little soul and I've had some time to sit with the finale I just wanted to get some thoughts out.

I'm...unsatisfied, to say the very least. I know we got that "to be continued" which hopefully means we get another season or a special or a movie or something to tie up all these loose ends because I need them tied. Cliffhangers by nature are meant to leave at least a couple of loose ends untied but Den. Bro.

Even if what we saw was a season finale and not a series finale, that doesn't really help because even season finales give a little bit of closure. Here there was no closure. None. Anywhere. That finale didn't leave me with the anticipatory kind of frustration that season finales have been leaving me with my whole life, where I'm excited to see what happens next. It left me with the frustration of needing answers but not knowing whether I'm actually going to get them.

One, because there's no guarantee we'll actually get a continuation. How many series have we seen announced that just never get made? (Wish Me Luck and Love Puzzle, I'm still waiting for you) And two, because Den has lost my trust as a writer.

I've been writing for eleven years. Not in any sort of professional capacity, just as a hobby, but even so I feel qualified to say that we tell on ourselves a little bit through our writing. Through any creative medium really. Part of the artist always goes into their art, they're reflected in their art.

I remember @heretherebedork saying in a post that Den's hangups about kink, virginity, and sex within and without the context of a committed relationship were coming through in his writing choices, and they did. Especially when you compare Playboyy to Only Friends which you can't help but do because there's so much overlap. Echoes of Only Friends were always present from the very beginning.

Den said himself that what he didn't get to say in Only Friends he said in Playboyy, and to an extent I do think that's true. I do think he touched on a lot of things he wanted to touch on, but that's just it. He merely touched on them. Commentary about sex and sex work was there in Playboyy and when it was done well, it was done really well.

When it wasn't, it stayed very surface level at best and at worst, it hindered not only the development of the characters and their relationships but also the plot.

I enjoyed Playboyy. All I ask of the media I consume is that it entertain me and I try not to look at it through the lens of a writer. If a piece of media I consume entertains me, it has done its job. Playboyy did its job but I am so dissatisfied with that finale and that dissatisfaction is deeply rooted in my lens as a writer.

I can't just see it as a piece of queer media about sex. I can't help but see all the things I would've changed or done differently or excluded all together. Stories about sex have the right to exist. Stories that talk about and include sex have the right to exist.

But if you set out to write a holistic story about sex that runs the gamut of experiences on both an individual and societal level, which is what Den intended, how then can you demonize the aspects of sex that don't conform to your worldview while idealizing the ones that do?

That I think is my biggest beef with Playboyy and with Den's writing. If I can't trust you to do what you said you were going to, how can I trust you to tie up the entire tassel of loose ends you left in your plot?

Who knows if that all made sense but I just needed to get it out of my system so I can rest. I hope we get some sort of continuation for this story because I have so many goddamn questions but I'm honestly wary of hoping for it.

#te pasaste P'Den #que pinche final fue ese?! #den panuwat #playboyy #playboyy the series

[septembersghost]

This is something I wondered for awhile. Do you think taylor would have taken harry back pre-joe if he fought hard enough? In all of 1989 he is the one who makes the move but she takes him back almost immediately no matter how many times she says no. This is present in HYGTG("I dont want you to go) and IWYW(that entire song). She also implies he knows how to get under her skin("you always knew how to push my buttons") and it is later proved in style when she chooses him over her rational self(" I should just tell you to leave cuz I know exactly where it leads but I watch us go round and round each time"). In question Taylor asks whether he wishes he put up more of a fight(a similar sentiment "if you wanted me you really should have showed" is in 'the 1' but that still feels like a speculation). In HS1 he explicitly says he wants her to apologise and therefore he wasn't making any moves this time( I also saw someone saying him constantly apologising probably made him powerless). I know he wrote songs but that isn't as same as fighting for them. We also know she was putting up with CH and really wanted to leave him. Plus considering how he was still threatened by H I think even some part of him probably suspected it. So do you think they had any shot pre joe if h fought?

this is really impossible to gauge without feeling like projection because we don't know what taylor's life would've looked like had joe not been there, and personally i think he really was meant to be there for her at that precise moment in time, when everything was falling apart, when she was in a such a fragile and dark place. some people don't like to hear this, but she clearly believes he saved her life. she's expressed that in lyrics repeatedly at this point - it doesn't diminish her strength or what she did for herself to recover and forge a path ahead, but the fact that she didn't have to do that alone, or bear everything alone, is monumental, and her life has completely changed, shifted, and blossomed around that. none of that would've been possible with harry, and it has nothing to do with who harry is as a person, and everything to do with both of their careers and their high pressure positions. he couldn't have grounded her and given her the sense of stability and normalcy that joe did. it puts us into a bit of an AU what-if, because there was overlap with ch, and because we'd have to presume things like snakegate didn't happen (which! i wish it hadn't for every possible reason). if he'd been willing to fight at a time when she was desperately trying to find her way OUT from how bad things got with ch, she might've been tempted to grab hold of him as a lifeline (which would've been understandable), but i worry it still would've been a getaway car situation where they both got extremely hurt because she was not in a good place, and harry at that point wouldn't have been equipped to give her the support she needed. and you're right that writing songs isn't the same as fighting for someone or reaching out, it's an artistic catharsis, but not a direct one - which is why he called it unspoken dialogue, because it was expressed, but not between them, rather through their music. i'm not sure i'd necessarily call the songs or the apologies powerless, but there is a causal distance. i do think they had a real connection and love for one another, and some unique understandings of each other because of their fame at young ages, their fast rises, and their connection to their music/songwriting too, there's a certain symmetry between them. actually this makes me think of something that was in daisy jones: "it's easy to confuse a soulmate with a mirror." they shared such potent mirrors with one another. in a different world, maybe that could've become a twin flame, but that's not how it was supposed to play out for them. i truly don't know if there was a chance for them in there at any point, if anything in their lives could've been less hectic. if they had reunited, the crash down might've been worse the next time - and having already experienced the paradise, the colors, and the pain of the burning flames, it probably would've made them cautious to reignite it, so they healed and moved forward. the one thing i do hope is that they have some measure of a friendship (and from their very warm interactions, i don't think it's far-fetched to believe they do), and i'd rather them find their way to that than have been caught in an acrimonious split. taylor found the person whose hand she was meant to hold (and i hope someday harry does too!).

#anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches #so so many factors were at work there that it's hard to figure out what might have happened if anything were different #haylor

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Wally anon: Speak on it. Hating something is just as important as loving & you already know we have overlapping issues with him. Yup, which is why I'm so ??? about them constantly going to that well with her as an excuse to keep her teamed up with Hopper when Hopper should no longer be apart of the equation. It's why I don't similarly take issue with El cause, like you said, her side of the story always brings the scifi element. But yup, the Hawkins crew REALLY held it down where most of the rest of the plotlines did not do so for me. So, while I can see why the split works for you for some variety...the variety was mostly not delivering. 💔

I suspect it was a lot of...physical exertion regarding a certain appendage. Can't go around wearing them in that state, now, could he? 🤫

Yeahhhh, not a very inspiring marketing campaign. I was lucky I saw the trailer first & was interested in the plot cause if I just. saw the poster, I know I would've been like, "Alright, no thanks." I'll keep my fingers crossed that they entirely avoid it cause the writing for the show IS really good so far that it would feel like completely undermining everything they had built up if they just. made it out to be a love triangle at the end of the day. 🤞

You're on the frontlines fighting in the size difference wars. A great service for us all. 🫡 But, huh, I had never really given much consideration to keep out of reach (which probably makes sense with my ~not even thinking about own height~ behavior). Wally would have me rethinking that for sure, though.

And barely patience cause you know he would be ready to pop outta that seat long before detention was up lollll. 🏃‍♂️

Oh, I completely believe it. It would be nonstop unless you gave him the tiniest amount of attention & told him that you needed to concentrate. But, even then, that wouldn't be enough cause he obviously doesn't have to care about these classes anymore & just wants to get to the bottom of things. Very needy, but in an endearing way.

Please do, everyone else who sees the Wally x male reader vision will be extremely grateful. 🙌 And you know he's insatiable cause even after just doing it, he's ready to go again cause he can't get enough of you (or your throat) & the fact that you can physically interact without any of the mess (unless he makes you cum & oh, he will, many times). It's all just so new & exciting to him & he constantly wants his hands on you. And you can barely keep up, but you're just so infatuated with him that you can't say no.

Yesss, hope the writing goes well. There's so much material we've discussed that you'll probably start thinking of even wilder scenarios. 🥳 Oh, he would absolutely be a tease, going on about comparing his stats to yours & how he'll have to plan an extra special workout to really get you in shape if you couldn't breeze through the gym class. And you could just feel his eyes all over you while you stripped off the sweaty clothes, went into the showers, &...I'll let you finish the thought. 🫣

IM SAYINGGGG ugh they wanted variety and two out of the three plot lines did, in fact, not deliver one bit.

Ohhhh so he was big enough to rip the fabric I see🫣 that’s a new level of big. Might buy him underwear just to see him recreate that because… dayum.

Don’t get me wrong, a love triangle could be good… if Maddy chooses the right person… (cough cough wally cough cough). Jk, I don’t want there to be a conflict like that unless both sides are in its entirety, so like ghost dimension vs the real world but no love triangles. None at all.

Wally would make you feel like a midget—a vertically challenged person fr. Who cares if you can reach on top of fridges and the very back of cabinets like him?? He’ll still be taller, and he won’t let you forget it‼️

Teacher!reader x Wally is slowly forming in my head… whether anyone else wants to see it is up to mysterious anons (student topping teacher is underrated)

He definitely wants to get to the bottom of things. I wonder if he gets handsy, or gets under the desk if it’s big enough to tease and tease to his hearts content, taking in the satisfaction that you can’t go anywhere unless it’s to the bathroom… and we know how that ends. (The plan falls apart because of his height, but he’ll try to squeeze himself under that desk.) He’ll only do this after endearingly annoying you for the first few classes of the day, then he finds other kinds of fun.

I can see Wally almost coming off as a sex addict to you, which his drive is very much high, but his constant need for it is thanks to the few decades he spent getting off by himself. It’s probably why your college application is filled with exemplary, time-consuming extracurriculars. The more you were at school, the more you and Wally could fool around. And he’s going to do anything and everything with you, the sky is the limit on that.

I can think of a dozen more scenarios that are crazier than what we’ve talked about😮‍💨 Ugh Wally being a coach to help us get in shape is so sweet of him but also intimidating because he wants gym class to be easy! But really, it’s just a reason to get some blood pumping and flowing in other parts of the body (his massive dick) The showers are definitely his favorite part of your five-day-a-week routine together. It’s when he gets to come up behind you, feel you up, help wash all that sweat off you (even if he can’t actually make a difference). You do your best to make it look like you’re just enjoying a long shower until anyone else in the locker room and showers has left… then the real fun starts. How freaky should I get with these…

#wally clark x male reader #wally clark x you #wally clark