#but. i dunno. I make fun of her a lot because she's an idiot and its funny

[averytirednerd]

About Episodes 7 and 8...MASSIVE SPOILERS!!

Initial thoughts (because if I talk about EVERYTHING right now you'll be here for at least half an hour)...

WHAT THE HELL?!

I mean I loved getting to watch the season finale, don't get me wrong. But I have just as many grievances as things I loved about it and also SO MUCH happened?!?!?!

Charlie: Loved getting to see her be all demon-y, I've been waiting all season. Also loved her and the cannibals (especially Rosie!!!). So glad she got to work w/ Luci to protect the hotel <333 She and Vaggie are adorable too.

Vaggie: I really enjoyed watching her and Carmilla's song, that was cool. Protecting her girlfriend, very cute. I liked seeing her and Lute have that little face-off.

Husk: Sad that we didn't get to see much of him, but I get it. His interactions with the others were sweet (especially Angel). I loved the one line he got to sing on his own in that last song of episode 8. 😍

Angel: Ngl I am very glad he wasn't the one to die. It would've been a fun little "oh crap" moment but I really didn't want to be right. He's still got business down there. His interactions with the others here are everything to me, and he's just grown so much and aaaaaa. It's lovely to see! I love him more and more with every episode.

Niffty: YOU GO, GIRL!!!! Love to see the stabbing. I also really loved the...one line Nifty got. Kimiko Glenn's voice is a gift, I freaked out over getting to hear one line. Anyway. not much else to say other than I definitely thought it was Alastor doing a big "oh look, I'm alive!" thing when Adam got stabbed, but I was pleasantly surprised.

Cherri Bomb/Sir P: I was surprised, to say the least, when Cherri and Sir P had that little moment. Glad they got it before he went and DIED. Cherri is such a good friend to Angel and she's great. Now, onto Sir P...WOW, OKAY. Glad we know Charlie's plan isn't completely stupid. Wonder how Sera's gonna react to him being there now, lol.

The Vees: FIRST OFF, VOX?????? "This is better than sex!" 💀💀💀 Truly was not expecting to see as much of the Vees as we did. Not complaining though. It was...interesting...to say the least, watching Vox get as excited as he did over the prospect of Al dying (still as obsessed as ever, fr). Not at all surprised to see Val and Vox have a thing going, I figured from the interactions we've seen so far. Them dancing together was silly, them practically making out was less so 😃. Also, gotta continue the love for Velvette--putting up with these two idiots must take a lot. Also also, her HAIR! HER HAIR!! EEEEE

Lucifer: I reallllyyyyyy enjoyed seeing Luci make a return to help Charlie, even if it was in one of those "last-minute saves" that I usually hate. Idk, makes sense here I guess because he's probably always watching over Charlie some way. ALSO LUCI AND CHARLIE GOING ALL DEMON-Y TOGETHER WAS <33333333 I really loved him starting off that last song in episode 8, and telling Charlie that he believes in her. It was so sweet. I love Luci sm, hoping he becomes a more integral part of the crew in s2.

Adam/Lute/Lilith: HAHA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LOSE??? Lute got what she deserved with the whole...arm thing. ALSO WHAT--JUST GONNA CASUALLY DROP LILITH IN HERE NOW? Sure, fine, whatever, totally cool. Not sure how to feel about Lilith atm so moving on. I dunno why I was so shocked upon seeing Adam's face. I guess I expected him to...not look as good as he does? Also so upset that he broke Al's staff. How rude. He sucks.

Rosie: Not how I expected her to sound, but I'm most certainly not disappointed. I don't have much to say other than I loved literally everything about her. No complaints--at least not yet ig, need to go back and rewatch the episodes critically. Her and Alastor is everything to me, and seeing them dance was <333333 I cannot express my excitement over it enough.

Alastor: Saved him for last because yes. If I wasn't limiting myself to a short paragraph for each, I'd be writing a whole essay just about Al, I swear....CANNOT believe what just happened omg. Not only did we get to see silly Al in episode 7, but we got to see scary (and scared) Al in episode 8. He's really freaking out, it's so entertaining! I'm so glad it wasn't him who died, I started getting a bit worried for a minute there....His relationship with Rosie is aaaaa, best of besties fr. Fighting Adam scene was glorious. Making Vox act like an idiot even when not trying was funny to watch (Vox's obsession with this guy is so silly). Him retreating sure was a move, but I'm glad he didn't get all stubborn and end up dying. Him ranting a bit in his section of the final song was so...AAAAAAA. Man is so scared, he looks stressed as can be. I need to see Alastor just have an external breakdown because he honestly feels like he's on the verge of one. 💀

Stopping for now before I go on a bigger rant than I already have. To those who read all this, I'm so sorry pfft. Feel free to leave a comment if there's something you wanna discuss (or, better yet, send one of those ask thingies. I do not have comments figured out yet...)

Anyway, have a good one <3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin spoilers #like seriously #so many spoilers #hazbin hotel rant #hazbin hotel discussion #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel lucifer #I Love Luci #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel episode 7 #hazbin hotel episode 8 #my post

[dinitride-art]

“Mike wheeler’s armpit of a basement”

“I’ve seen Mike’s room look worse than this”

“I was being a total self pitying idiot”

“Why am I the bad guy”

“One day she’s going to realize that I’m just some random nerd”

“At least Lois Lane is an ace reporter for the Daily Planet”

“I’ve been bullied my whole life”

“Mike’s always whining about it”

“And yet you still have a C in Spanish”

“You can’t even write it Mike”

“You made it super clear that you’re not interested in anything I have to say”

“-and if I said that thing then maybe she’d want me there with her, wherever she is”

“The bad government dudes are after your super-girlfriend right? Right?! Okay, so, maybe the cops can help us find out where she is because they’re gonna kill her, man. And if they kill her, there gonna kill us!”

“Oh, no, no, no, no- it’s a shitty knock off, yeah”

“Who’s that twig with her?”

“That doesn’t mean he’s wrong. I mean, if that guy would’ve lived one more second- one more second- th- we could know where she is. Wh-why didn’t he just say the number? I-I should’ve explained myself, cuz then maybe, Eleven would’ve taken me with her and things would be different but I-I didn’t know what to say”

“And I feel like maybe I-I was worrying too much about El, and I don’t know, maybe I feel like I lost you or something”

“Y’know the last few days, I’ve had to think about the last talk we had. You know, before the cops and the whole word went to shit and everything? I- I guess- I just- I- I dunno- I guess I just wanted to- to say-”

“But… but what if after all of this is over… sh-she doesn’t need me anymore?”

“No I… it’s so stupid, given everything that’s going on. It’s just… I… I don’t know. I just”

“I, love you.”

Mike’s flopping on the floor like a miserable and suffocating fish out of water season. His friends make fun of him. Eddie made fun of his clothes. Karen told Dustin he’s welcome at the Wheeler’s anytime which implies that Mike isn’t really talking to his friends outside of school. Dustin and Mike didn’t know when Lucas’ basketball game was, which implies that they haven’t really been talking to Lucas a lot. Mike did call the Byers but wasn’t able to get through. El and Will are have been in Lenora for months and Mike hasn’t really been able to talk to either of them. El’s been lying to him in her letters and writing and signing letters is a reminder that he’s avoiding writing the word love. Everyone’s telling him that he’s doing something wrong. This kids going through it.

#Mike wheeler #byler #he’s got 0 self esteem #he’s been distancing himself from his friends #he’s got a history of depression/mental illness has a habit of striking back when you least expect it #he’s desperately trying to be normal #but he obviously doesn’t fit in with the freaks and losers like Dustin does #the only place he feels remotely alright being still isn’t right for him #he’s being confronted with not being able to tell el he loves her- and his sexuality #Will doesn’t call him #Nancy still doesn’t like him #and everytime I think about Mike in season four #I think about Will trying to knock some self confidence into him #and also Will looking concerned after Nancy made that comment about Mikes room #like that’s not normal for Mike. None of this is normal for Mike #and yet everyone’s just been like- yep. that’s Mike for you. #Will yelled at him once in episode two #and then picked up on Mike being moody and making comments to push people away #and not talking at breakfast. and then Will cut Mike a lot of slack after that #is Mike making good decisions? Hell no #but I think Will figured out that Mike is just struggling with everything. even if he doesn’t know what everything is. #Mike isn’t okay and that’s a problem because that’s the exact reason that everyone else got Vecna’d and yet they still can’t see it

[hangmans-toothpick]

Top Gun Characters as Shit my Friends/Familt have said

Mav: Am I an idiot?

Slider: Ice requires me to tell you no.

Slider:

Mav:

Slider: But Ice isn’t here, and you’re an idiot-

Slider: I used to be nice before I started working with you.

Ice:

Slider: What have you done to me? Look at me! I’m mean now! I don’t want to be mean, Tom!

Ice: I’m so old. *groans* Just put me in a retirement home, I’m done!

Slider, about Ice: He’s like Superman but instead of super strength and laser vision he has a crippling nicotine addiction and abandonment issues.

Hollywood: Oh!

Hollywood, shocked: Oh!!

Hollywood, sympathetic: Oh…

Wolfman: Do you have any other way you can say that syllable?

Goose: A lot of thought goes into being a whore.

Pheonix: They need to make vapes that look like vaginas.

Bob: Is the clit where you’d hit?

Phoenix: YES! exactly.

*Listening to audio porn*

Maverick: this is how I sound going up stairs.

*about Iceman*

Maverick: Yeah he has cancer! Could be worse

Slider: Could be worse? That’s like saying that my leg is broken, but it’s okay because I have another leg!

Phoenix: I don’t support treating people like cattle. But men are icky.

Ice: I don’t like you.

Mav: Why?

Ice: You make me do things that are gonna get you killed.

Cyclone: Efficiency! you just have to give up on everything.

Iceman: Man, I’m just shitfaced. I dunno what the hell happened.

*being side-eyed by an amish girl*

Mav: should i ask what her problem is?

Goose: No, she’s amish! She probably has enough problems as it is.

Rooster: I wanna be in the smufs movie so i can bone papa. I mean absolutely raw doggin’ it.

Maverick: 👁💧👄💧👁

Phoenix: I’m laughing my tampon out of my pussy!

*after Ice’s cancer surgery*

Slider: So… how’s your wednesday evening going? Nothing like a wednesday night at St. Mary’s Hospital.

Mav:

Mav: How do you think I’m doing, Ronald?

Iceman: I’m not a communist… but-

Rooster: That! That is not a mustache. That’s a fuzzy upper lip.

Payback: Being complimented by Dwane The Rock Johnson is an orgasm in itself.

Rooster: If I could fuck a drugstore, I would fuck rite aid.

Hollywood: I mean… who hasnt dressed up as a woman? I have!

Mav, in yoda voice: Mhmm… coming you are.

Ice:

Ice: nope. thats it. get outta the bed. You’re done.

Rooster: I’m trying to spread the fucking peanut butter with a spoon.

Phoenix: You’re giving califorian stoner vibes

Bob: Very californian stoner of you, Bradley.

Coyote: Do you wanna watch Fast and Furious 9?

Hangman: I haven’t seen the first one.

Coyote: I’m sure they’re all the same.

Hangman: Car go fast. Vin Diesel. That’s all you need to know.

Rooster: Do you think you two will hate each other when you get old?

Maverick: He already hates me.

Iceman: I don’t hate you, you just bug me.

*trying to do pilates with Hangman*

Rooster: You’re such a sadist! This isn’t fun sexy pain. This is just pain!

*explaining to baby Bradley how 2 dads have a baby*

Iceman: Well, you see, when a man and a man love each other very much… they find a woman

Maverick: *wheezing*

Iceman: A woman who cares just a little bit.

Payback: Just because I’m an athlete doesn’t mean I can’t feel

*talking about throat cancer survivor*

Iceman: I have three holes. all fuckable.

Bob: I wanted to be in the Navy before I saw the movie! The hot guys are just a bonus!

Rooster: I’m so excited to fuck harrison ford

hangman: *getting quieter as she goes* hell yeah talking about our problems since… nineteen… thirty…… seven

Hangman: he better fucking leave his wife for me, I swear to god.

Slider: help him! he’s being pegged! anal!

Phoenix: Is that a boob?

Bob: No! That’s Gary the Snail!

Hangman: I can’t even begin to tell you how attracted to that peacock i was

Cyclone: what do you wear to a poker game?

Fanboy: fancy clothes.

Cyclone:

Cyclone: what.

Cyclone: yall have broken my spirit.

Hangman: thats our job as students

Cyclone: no shit.

Maverick: back in my day-

Hangman: i love history class.

Maverick, to Slider: Only you can make a happy birthday card for someone else and have it still be a jab at me.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #top gun 1986 #icemav #hangster #we have so many cancer jokes #idfk why

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Ayaka, Sara, and Yae with a Yokai S/O

The Yokai of choice for this writing is Ōnamazu, or just Namazu. They are essentially catfish who love to cause chaos and destruction, and can cause devastating earthquakes.

Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun with this! And for reference, this is what they look like!

Ayaka knew about the existence of Youkai (This is how Genshin calls Yokai, idk it's weird to me too) thanks to Itto, Sara, and Yae.

So while the idea isn't completely foreign to her, it's safe to say she hasn't met too many.

Especially when it comes to the type her S/O is.

They called themselves "Namazu", and showed their true form to her a couple times.

They were a huge catfish, and whenever they switched to their human form, they still had massive whiskers and slightly bigger eyes.

She thought it was cute.

Until they got excited at her calling them cute and started thrashing around, causing a mini-earthquake.

And so she only makes sure to give them compliments in human form, not because she didn't think their actual form was cute.

But mostly because she didn't want to entomb the Kamisato Estate.

Their love for wanton mayhem and destruction was also not entirely welcome, but at least they knew where to draw the line.

Though one peculiar thing she noticed is that they liked to be under mud in the rivers of Inazuma.

She didn't think too much of it until she left to do her duties as S/O did their Namazu business.

Which was vibing in the muds.

As they were doing so, they were caught by fishermen who brought the biggest catch of their lives back to Inazuma City.

Thinking it'd be funny for Ayaka to see them like this, they played along.

Until they were thrown onto the chopping board.

They began flopping around causing the entire building to shake.

Ayaka happened to be in the area at the time, and she recognized that specific shaking anywhere.

Going to the source, she saw a mess of bystanders and chefs trying to cut S/O to pieces as they flailed and spoke.

(S/O) "JOKE! JOKE! IT'S A JOKE! DON'T CUT ME!"

Ayaka was absolutely horrified, but knew this wasn't entirely on the fishermen's heads.

The sight of her calmed everyone down, and she took this malicious catfish away from the public eye, and she threw them into a relatively small pond.

(Ayaka) "..."

She glared at them, obviously not amused.

S/O's head poked out of the water, giving the signature catfish grin.

...Okay now she was slightly amused.

(Ayaka) "Really though, I'm in the middle of work."

(S/O) "I thought it'd be a fun joke, but they took it too far!"

(Ayaka) "You didn't say a single word to them that entire time?"

(S/O) "Listen, I thought they'd be smart enough to recognize that a catfish that's as big as a grown man isn't normal. If you want next time I can tell them my girlfriend is-"

(Ayaka) "There will not be a next time of this. Am I clear?"

(S/O) "Alright alright...I'll make it up to you, don't worry!"

Ayaka smiled as she sighed.

(Ayaka) "I know you will. Don't cause any more trouble okay?"

(S/O) "I make no such promises."

Ayaka's smile quickly turned into a glare.

(S/O) "Y-Yes, Ma'am."

Sara just wants to meet a normal Youkai. For once.

Then she met the Namazu.

And after thirty seconds of conversation, only one thought came to mind.

S/O was even worse than Itto and Yae.

The idiot Namazu loved to cause disruptions much to her headache.

Yet...they were also very sweet to her.

She's still slightly annoyed on how she managed to fall for such a chaotic catfish.

And even worse, they loved to torment her as a way to "get your mind off work!"

And the way they did that was flopping around the mud and causing the ground to shake.

(S/O) "Saraaaa! Take me to the skies!"

(Sara) "What makes you think I can carry you?!"

(S/O) "I dunno, but we can find out!"

(Sara) disgruntled noise

One day, she was patrolling the streets of Inazuma city until she saw a catfish hanging by the racks of a sushi vendor.

It wouldn't have caught her eye if the Namazu wasn't the size of an adult.

If this was their first year in the relationship, she'd smite the chef thinking they just fileted her lover.

But this wasn't their first year, and she knew better.

She casually walked up to the vendor and eyed the catfish with a deepening frown.

(Sara) "Where did you procure this catfish?"

(Chef) "Iunno, it just appeared outta nowhere. Though some kids wanted to have some of it, would you care for some, Lady Kujou?"

(Sara) "...Make sure to throw it in a pot of boiling water first."

The catfish began flailing from the rope, scaring everyone but Sara.

She walked off as it broke free, hopping on the ground after her and causing the ground to shake, confusing everyone.

Her eye was twitching when she turned around to the catfish who was staring at her with big ol' eyes, desperate not to get thrown to the pot.

She tried her best to ignore the slime as she picked the catfish up and tossed it as far as she could into the nearby river.

(S/O) "OW!"

(Sara) "S/O. Explain yourself. Now."

(S/O) "Oh come on, it was a joke!"

(Sara) "It would've been better to let you turn into sushi!"

(S/O) "You can't deny that it was funny watching everyone react when I moved, yeah?"

(Sara) "What I can't deny is that you're causing a public disturbance! You got my clothes all dirty too!"

She turned away and puffed before feeling an arm wrap around her with a towel.

(Sara) "...I'm not looking."

(S/O) "You will~."

(Sara) "No."

(S/O) "At least take the towel."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to grab the towel and saw their bright smile and the whiskers twitching in mild excitement.

(Sara) "...Alright fine, it was kind of funny. I won't save you next time."

(S/O) "If you promise to not overwork yourself to death, I'll promise not to cause any more chaos!"

(Sara) "...We both know that's a lie."

(S/O) "...As much chaos."

Sara chuckled.

(Sara) "There we are...Sure, we have a deal."

Yae missed her old Youkai friends, so when a Namazu decided to pop into her life, she was not going to let them get away.

Everyone thinks the Namazu an absolute menace, but Yae sees the opposite. She sees them as an endless source of entertainment.

She fell for them after the two have bonded over their long life, and the friends they've lost and made along the way.

And how much joy they bring into her dull life could not be overstated.

Yae being a Kitsune, she was a bit more clever in her antics while her Namazu S/O said 'to hell with subtlety' and went on full chaos.

And Yae loved it.

Deciding to play a prank on them after the countless ones they played on her, she told the shrine maidens to bring her a catfish from the pond and into the kitchen.

They were a bit confused as to why the catfish was an absolute unit, but they knew better than to question Yae's judgement.

When the catfish woke up, the first thing they saw was Yae with a knife in her hands.

The scream could be heard from the bottom of the Shrine, scaring everyone to death on top.

The catfish flailed violently, or at least attempted to.

They was tied down to prevent a deadly earthquake, but it provided Yae with at least 5 minutes of laughter.

Turning back into human, they looked at her.

(S/O) "YAE, WHAT THE HECK?!"

Finally managing to stop laughing, she wiped away a tear forming.

(Yae) "Oh come on, S/O. It was a joke."

(S/O) "I thought I was going to die!"

(Yae) "Don't be dramatic. I found your journal. You were planning to make this exact joke a week from now."

(S/O) "Wha-How did you know!?"

(Yae) "...Dear, you don't just leave a journal directly next to a pond, and don't expect me to read it."

(S/O) "...Fair enough. So uh, can you untie me?"

They were still tied up from their hands and feet, trying to wiggle their way out.

Yae knelt down and S/O could see a glint in her eyes.

(Yae) "Well, foxes have been known to eat fish.~"

Getting MUCH too close for comfort, S/O quickly rolled away out the door, down the stairs, and back into the pond, confusing the shrine maidens to no end.

And getting Yae to burst out laughing for another 5 minutes.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #sara kujou x reader #yae miko x reader #ayaka kamisato #sara kujou #yae miko

[rancidpancakebatter]

tasm!peter parker

like honestly i’m not sure how to exactly set this up, but like a mini series of like a friends to lovers but the reader already has been in a relationship for like three years or something and she finally realizes that her partner isn’t really fulfilling the role of her partner in the relationship and seeks out help from peter and gwen ? idk i just thought this quote from my favorite movie would fit that, like she should try to make her relationship work or just end it ? idk you know i love you so we’ll see what happens next, i’ll love any direction you’d want to approach it with ! 😊💗🫶🏼🫶🏼

🎥: before we go

brooke dalton:
it’s possible, isn't it? it’s possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you even though you're committed to somebody else.

nick vaughan:
no, no, see, i think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.

Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter One

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

 Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen doesn’t go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Norman isn’t dying the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record so Peter and Harry are besties.

Word Count: 3.8k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Drinking (Of age), Skeezy men, Blatant objectification of reader, Norman Osborne (I dunno if that's really a warning but like he's gross and a terrible father so I'm listing it)

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A/N: So sorry this took so long @scorpiolystoned! I got caught up in a lot of stuff and it took a second but the first chapter is FINALLY HERE! I'm having fun with this one :))

You were at yet another fundraiser in yet another gown that cost more than your monthly rent, talking to yet another stuffy old man who felt the need to make his opinion known. You smiled politely as he continued to tell you how your generation's greatest issue was a lack of work ethic, which was rich coming from a man who inherited his ten-million-dollar mansion upstate. You were on your third glass of champagne and considering getting a brandy instead. Anything that might make this conversation less painful. 

Normally you would have no issue telling him off- rattling off about the lies sold to the working class by the privileged elite- but alas, you were here with your boyfriend, and you couldn’t taint his reputation. Harry would be inheriting Oscorp one day and would need these men to like him to keep it running. So you bit your tongue and plastered on a fake smile. 

You said nothing about how insane they all sounded. You said nothing about the racist comments they made about their housekeepers. You said nothing about the skeezy comments they would make about you. You said nothing, because here: women are trophies, not people. 

You hated going to these events but you loved Harry. You knew he didn’t like them much either, constantly having to defend his capability and intelligence to men who claim he’s just an idiot boy with a well-respected father.

He asked you to come to keep him sane. However, he was nowhere to be seen. There was no one to save you from this creepy man asking if college was really the right move because it would be better to settle down, “it would be a shame to waste all that beauty.” 

You politely excused yourself and made your way to the bar. One benefit of snobby, elitist parties: open bars. You ordered something top-shelf and strong while you fished your phone from your clutch. You sent out a text to Harry letting him know where you were and asking him to come back to your side. You sat there for an hour, nursing your second drink, until he came back. 

“Hey babe, sorry about that. My dad reintroduced me to some shareholders and I couldn’t get away.” He gave you a peck on the lips and he sat down next to you. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and his arm draped over the back of your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re more than ready to leave.” You told him you were and he nodded. 

As he looked at his watch he sucked his teeth. “If we leave now it’ll be too soon. Can you hang in another hour?” 

You pouted at him and he leaned into you, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered as he kissed just below your ear. He placed his hands in yours as his kisses started trailing lower. 

“Okay, okay. You win.” A smile stretched across his face and you swatched his chest. “But you better not abandon me again. I mean it, Osborn.”

He playfully winces as he stands from his chair, “Ooh, last name. She’s serious.”

He gave you another peck on the lips, “I promise.” 

And with that, you let him lead you back into the horde. 

You made small talk and you played the role of a doting, hype man. To be fair, you didn’t really have to fake that. You loved Harry. It wasn’t hard to gush about his accomplishments, you were immensely proud of him. However you had to format your adoration differently for this crowd, and you hated that. 

An hour turned into two, which turned into three. Eventually, you pulled him aside and told him you were ready to go. You felt gross and emotionally exhausted. Harry said he still couldn’t leave but looking at your face he knew you were done.

He called you a cab and told you he would see you later. You hated leaving without him but understood. After a shower, you got ready for bed. You tried to stay up for him but the drinks you had made your eyes heavy and soon you were drifting off to sleep. 

You woke up the next morning in an empty bed. You checked your phone to see Harry had texted you. 

“I went home with my father last night. Have a good day of classes.” You pushed away the sadness you felt and sent him a text saying you would, asking if you would see him today. 

You got up and ready and made your way to a cafe just off campus. Every Monday, you went to Cafè Luna and met up with your friends before class. It was a lovely tradition that began about a year ago when you all discussed how abhorrent you found Mondays. This was a good way to make sure everyone started off on a good note. 

You pulled at the glass door and were greeted by the smell of cocoa, butter, sugar, bread, and coffee. A mix that always made you happy. You got in line, pondering what kind of breakfast you wanted today. You could go for the classic breakfast sandwich, or possibly a sweet treat would brighten your mood more. You decided on both, knowing Gwen would split whatever confectionary you got. 

As you got to the counter, you gave the cashier your order and handed her Harry’s card. You grabbed a table while you waited for your order to be called out. Just then, two of your three favourite people walked in. You smiled as Gwen waved, rushing towards you to wrap you in a hug. She kissed you on the cheek before separating. Peter beamed at you as well and enveloped you in a firm hug.

You would never tell anyone, but he was the best hugger in the group by far. He always hugged with just enough strength to make you feel warm and safe but not enough to hurt or feel trapped. 

Once in your unofficial seating chart, Peter looks around the shop. “Where’s Harry?” 

You force a smile, trying not to let your own disappointment show. “He’s at his dad’s. I’m not sure he’s gonna make it today.”

Peter huffed, letting his lips flap together at the end. “Bummer, I was hoping to see ole Harr-Harr.”

You nodded in understanding, wishing for the same. You couldn’t get too lost in your thoughts as you heard your name called from across the cafe. 

You stood from your chair, “Sorry guys, I already ordered. I was pretty hungry.”

They both reassured you that it was fine. Peter stood from the table as well. “I’ll go get in line.” 

He kissed Gwen on the forehead before walking across the store with you. You grabbed your food and headed back to the table. You placed your cinnamon roll between you and Gwen and passed her a fork.

She feigned innocence, claiming she couldn’t possibly take your food, but eventually gave in when you pointed out how big it was. This was a local shop, and they made all their baked goods in huge sizes. The cinnamon roll between you was almost as big as your hand. 

Peter soon returned with his and Gwen’s orders. Gwen thanked him with a kiss on the cheek as Peter casually draped his arm around her. You smiled at the couple and the domesticity they displayed. It was sweet. 

“So,” Gwen asked pulling you from your thoughts, “How was your weekend?” 

You told her about how you spent most of it preparing for Oscorp's last fundraiser. Norman did a fundraiser once a month, cycling through different organizations and causes.

Last night was for Cerebral Palsy. There was a giant check for a cool million dollars on display in the Osborn name. You hated that charity was thrown around in this way, as a power grab, but you guess there are worst things they could do with their money. 

Because of Harry’s absence this morning your friends could sympathise with you openly. 

“Yikes, I don’t miss those.”

“How many guys commented on your dress?”

You chuckled, “Yeah Pete, you’re real lucky and only two men commented on my dress. However, three commented on my hips, and six on how beautiful I was.”

Gwen grimaced while Peter looked between the two of you, confused. “I don’t understand. Being called beautiful is bad?” He looked directly at Gwen, “Should I not call you that anymore?”

She chuckles and places a hand over his heart. You watch Peter physically calm at the act. “No, but there’s a certain way in which some men say that doesn’t really mean ‘you’re beautiful.’”

“It means, ‘I see you as a sex object and I am imagining having sex with you right now as we are talking.’” You helpfully supplied. 

Gwen raised a finger and pointed it at you with a look of “she’s right.” Peter scrunched up his face in disgust. 

“Ew, men are pigs.” You both hummed in agreeance as you tore into your breakfast sandwich. 

They told you of their weekend: Dinner at Mays and a nice night in. You tried not to be jealous. You wished that you could do that sort of stuff with Harry. He always wanted to go out, spend money, be seen. You wished that your attention was enough. 

You almost got lost in your conversation about work when you caught a glimpse of your phone on the table. You usually kept it in your purse, but you were hoping to get a message from Harry. 

“Oh shit! Sorry, I gotta run or I’ll be late for class.” You gathered your stuff and hugged your friends goodbye. 

This was a nice tradition, you thought. Your Monday definitely felt a lot better. 

You walked out of your last class and sent another text to Harry. He still hadn’t replied to your earlier one from this morning. 

“Hey! Missed you at Luna’s today. I’m on my way home.”

You didn’t officially live with Harry, but you might as well. For the past four months, you spent almost every night there. He had made space for you and your things. You had your products in the bathroom and your snacks in the cupboard. Really you only went home for more clothes or if he was busy with work. You knew he appreciated his space when he was working. 

As you sat on the subway, you tapped your foot to the beat of the music pumping in your headphones while considering what you would make for dinner tonight, what Harry would want to eat. You scrolled through Pinterest to form ideas. 

When you got to the lobby, the doorman greeted you as always. You had given Harry a key to your place ages ago, and in return, he added you to his “list”.

Harr lived in a very expensive Manhatten penthouse, and with its security and staff, you couldn’t enter without him. He didn’t really use a key because he had a private elevator. So instead, he registered you with the building so you could come and go as you please. 

When you exited the elevator you called out for him, but it seemed he wasn’t home. You dropped off your stuff and took shower. You loved his shower. The water pressure was amazing and the water never got cold.

As you stepped out you wrapped yourself in his robe and reapplied your makeup in the mirror. Your hair was still wrapped in product, being shaped just right, when you started getting dressed.

Harry still hadn’t texted you back but that wasn’t unheard of. He often got caught up in his work. You knew it could be stressful for him though and you wanted him to come back home to no worries. You put on his favourite lingerie set and one of his dress shirts. You twirled and posed in the mirror, feeling quite good about yourself. 

He would be home in about three hours which gave you time to make something for dessert too. You rummage around the fridge and decide on homemade gnocchi, served with a white cheese sauce, asparagus, and buttered scallops. For dessert, you think, a simple fruit tart.

You get to work juggling various doughs and many burners. When you had a minute, you set the table and picked out a red wine that you thought would pair well with the dish. You wanted to arrange flowers for the table, but unfortunately, you didn’t have any, and you didn’t want to risk losing time getting dressed and running down the block. 

The penthouse smelled fantastic, and you were proud of your work. You had been dancing around a playlist comprised of “American Standards”. Your hips swayed to the likes of Etta James, Nat King Cole, Bobby Darin, and Doris Day as you made sure everything looked perfect. You missed Harry today and hoped this would put him in a good mood. 

You heard your name being called into the space and your feet carried you to the source. Your smile was grand as you jumped onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck. You buried your face into him, conscious of your makeup. 

“Hey, Harr-Bear! I missed you!” His arms slowly wrapped around you, but the hold felt foreign. 

“Uh, yeah, me too.” He stepped away from you, and his brow furrowed as he looked you over.

“What are you wearing?” Your fingers fiddled with the hem of the shirt, suddenly feeling small. 

“I…I know you like it when I wear your clothes, and I- I just thought that maybe you had a hard day, so I wanted to- to surprise you.” Harry looked more than stressed, he looked scared. 

He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. His hand came up to his hair as he looked around. 

“(Y/n), I need you to-”

The elevator door opened, and it was too late. The warning he tried to give you was futile as you saw an all too familiar face walk into the room. 

Oh shit.

His dad. 

He wore a smile you hesitate to call forced. To force a smile, you must put effort into it, but in Norman’s endless quest to evade age- death, really- he had gotten a lot of work done. This resulted in a permanent crooked smile, and brows that looked just a little too high. You had no issue with people getting cosmetic surgery; whatever makes you feel more comfortable, ya know?

But you did have a problem with Norman Osborn. And you had a huge issue with him seeing you in your current state. Panic. Full blown panic. All you can think is “hide!” So you do.

“The scallops!” You ran back to the kitchen as the smell of them roasting wafted through the air. 

As you hastily flip them, you look down at your “outfit”. The shirt you picked was thin, almost sheer, making the black set you wore underneath entirely obvious. You might as well be running around naked.

The only way to get to Harry’s room is to cross the living room and run up the stairs, but that means you would have to pass Norman, who is no doubt, doing his surveillance of Harry’s space- being sure to throw in as many passive aggressive comments about his son’s life and design choices. 

“Smells delicious in here. Did you cook, Harold?” You hate when he calls him that, and so does Harry. It’s just another reminder that he will never be his own achievements, only his name. 

You look across the stove. There isn’t enough there for three. You wished Harry had mentioned bringing his father back with him. You would have prepared better.

You considered, for a moment, ducking into the pantry and just waiting for him to leave. He would never need to know you were here. But he probably heard your exclamation and saw you run. Hiding wasn’t much of an option. 

“Oh, well hello (L/n).” You felt your blood run cold. 

Slowly you turned to see Norman just in the threshold of the kitchen. His forced smile is now a smirk that makes you nauseous as his eyes trail over your body. 

“Dr Osborn.” You try to sound respectful, but it comes out curter than you intended. 

Harry is standing behind him, always in his shadow. His eyes were wide, full of shock and horror. 

“Is that what you’re planning to wear for dinner?” He still had yet to make eye contact, and it took all of your strength not to curl up in a ball and hide from his gaze. 

“I-No, I uh. I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you. I was just about to change, but I didn’t want anything to burn.” You try to smile as you start pulling things off the burners. 

“Harrold, man the stove so your girlfriend can change into something that doesn’t look like it was made for a costume in an adult film.”

Only then does Harry jump into action to save you. He awkwardly enters behind his father, who doesn’t move to let him by, and grabs the tongs from your hand.

Your feet carry you quickly across the polished hardwood, and once on the stairs, you can feel Norman’s eyes on you. You pull the shirt down, a feeble attempt to cover your ass, but it doesn’t do much. When you finally close the door behind you, you feel like crying. This was so humiliating. 

You hate Norman. He’s so gross and has no problem ogling you (in anything you wear) while talking down to you. He was never much of a fan of yours.

You didn’t come from money, going up poor in Brooklyn. You weren’t a super genius. You weren’t even interested in science. When you first met Harry, you didn’t even know who he was, but obviously, you only liked him for his money. Norman had more than once commented on the idea of a prenup. 

The first time Harry introduced you to his father, it felt more like an interrogation. He grilled you on your studies and your prospects, and your past. Any answer you gave left him with his scowl well in place. Harry didn’t offer much comfort, but you quickly realised that Norman also made Harry upset, just in a very different way.

He held a lot of contempt for his father. He told you about how he shipped him off for school and never reached out. He didn’t like him, that was for sure, but he ran the chequebook. He ran the business Harry thought was his birthright, but Norman is a calloused narcissist, and Harry knows if he pisses him off too much, he’ll give the company to someone else, just out of spite. 

You put on an agreeable dress Harry had bought for occasions such as these. Dating Harry came with its own culture, in a way. Most of it revolves around a walk-in closet. This was a casual dinner, but in respect for the calibre of the guest you have to dress up a bit. But not too much. Additionally, it's an evening affair, so a certain colour pallet is in order.

This was a black sundress from some Italian import you couldn’t pronounce. Dainty straps rested on your shoulders, and the hem fell just above your knees. It had a modest V cut, and Harry had instructed you to always wear it with jewellery lest you look bare. You selected a thin gold chain with a small heart pendant, a gift for your first anniversary, and subtle hoops to match. You threw half of your hair up in a clip, and slipped on some black heels to go with it, the stark red on the tread peeking out with every step you took. 

As you made your way back downstairs, they were deep in conversation. You nervously joined Harry’s side, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Norman commented on how you “clean up nice,” and you had to swallow the bile creeping up your throat to thank him. 

Norman made a comment in regards to what a terrible host you were, “I’ve been here nearly thirty minutes, and no one’s offered me a drink.”

While he said “no one”, which could be either you or Harry, you knew he meant you. You hadn’t served him yet. Harry tenses at the comment, and you quickly try to correct the mistake. You step away to the bar cart to fix Norman a whiskey with one large ice cube and make the same for Harr. Only Harry thanks you as you bring them back.

You all move to the seating area as they continue to talk business. You learned very quickly that you were not allowed to chime in on these discussions. You nodded attentively and sat by Harry. After a bit, you suggested they sit at the table for dinner.

You nervously plate the gnocchi and scallops, deciding you will take significantly less than Norman and Harry. You can’t always make something later. You just have to survive this. 

You set the plates in front of them and grabbed the wine, knowing you were served last. As you poured Norman’s glass, he cleared his throat. You looked up, and he pointed at his plate with an unmistakably fake smile. 

“Is this pasta?” You slowly nodded your head.

“I have celiac. This will wreak havoc on my body.” Harry immediately started apologising, throwing you under the bus, as Norman “kindly” explained that he couldn’t have gluten. 

You gripped the wine bottle dangerously in your hands. “I can have a steak ready for you in ten minutes.”

That seemed to placate the man as you filled Harry’s glass and took his plate back to the kitchen. You turned on the oven and put in your serving of asparagus before pulling a steak out of the fridge.

You practised the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you while the steak seared. Honestly, it could be worse. At least being in the kitchen gave you time away. 

You nuked the plate you had taken from Norman and plated the steak, throwing on the asparagus and putting the sauce in a little bowl on the side.

You replaced Harry’s plate with the warm one and presented Norman with his. Then pour yourself a hearty glass of wine, ignoring Norman’s stare, before sitting down with your cold plate of gnocchi. 

They talked about their days, occasionally asking for comments from you. You tried your best to answer and pay attention, but all you could think about was how your homemade pasta was cold. About how this was supposed to be a pleasant night with Harry, and now, you were dealing with this.

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[astrologyx]

Harry Potter golden era charachters and how they are with their crush who is extremely pretty/handsome

Warnings maybe some cussing? Dunno! And not proof read

The reader is gender neutral!

Harry Potter

He’s starstruck the moment he laid eyes on you. You were really funny and witty and honestly I’ve never seen this boy so shy but yet so confident. He just had to talk to you and definitely makes an effort to get to know you well. All his friends tell him to chill the fuck out so that makes him a little bit less confident but with your personality, he finds it so easy to talk to you! He also does really..weird gestures and sounds as u pass by and is always fiddling with something.

Ron weasly

He’s staring. Constantly and he looks like such a weirdo while he does it too. He try’s to talk to you but this man has no sense whatsoever. He’s really immature so he definitely says stuff that kind of hurts your feelings but you look past it bc he does apologise and try to make up for it. He treats you more like a friend because he has never had a partner so you honestly have to make the first move.

Hermione Granger

Now this smart wizard is a flirt. I don’t care about what anyone says. The looks, the touches and the smart little flirty comments she makes are crazy bruh. “Are you nervous y/n?” (Yeah) She also try’s to impress you with a lot of knowledge which never fails. She definitely compliments you a lot and loves to rant about all the magical things she knows which you find adorable. She’s the one to ask you out first or make a move.

Draco Malfoy

This dude bruh. He literally makes fun of you but when anyone try’s shit he’s suddenly turning them into a frog. Like you have no idea where you stand with him. He’s flirty and mean at the same time. He sends u paper birds calling you pretty and then another one saying he was joking? Like you could wear something and he would say “you look nice…for a XYZ” or you catch him staring and he’s like “I’ve seen better.” Then scrambles away. A menace is what he is. You try to ask him to the Yule ball in hopes of getting to know him but he rejects you and you move on but THEN. Someone goes to ask you to the ball and Malfoy interrupts with “why the hell are you asking my date to the ball?”

Neville longbottom

HES SO CUTE BYE. He try’s to show you things that he knows but ends up somehow with smoke in his face.. anyways- He’s so shy I swear. The boy stutters and shakes when he speaks to you and you think he doesn’t like you bc he���s so awkward and runs away :( which upsets you but when he sees that your distant, he try’s to talk to you again more friendly and he’s very careful not to make you uncomfortable. He’s so sweet I cannot- kill me pls i love him.

Luna lovegood

My love Now for those who don’t know, Luna is actually autistic and don’t think that she’s stupid bruh bc I will destroy you. She thinks that you won’t like her because she sees herself as strange but she attempts to talk to you regardless. She loves to suggest books to you and analyse them or tell you theories. She’s not sure how to express that she likes you and this really frustrates her and so one day she says it but very casually. “I quite like you y/n.” And you’re smiling like a god damn idiot (as you should). She likes to walk you to your common room and she always says good morning and goodnight. What an angel.

Fred weasly

Such a tease. It’s almost like a friends to lovers? He makes fun of you so much that you’re convinced there’s no way he likes you as anything more than what you already are. Friends. And you’re okay with that…at first. One day instead of his usual “morning stupid.” He says… “sweetheart.” And you have to brush it off as nothing, roll your eyes tell him to stop being stupid. But he’s suddenly being more flirty and you’re getting flustered. This continues and you can’t handle it anymore so you’re the first one to say something and he teases you about it. “I know, I just wanted you to say it first lovely.”

George weasly

He’s a bit more chill than Fred. He obviously still makes fun of you but he’s really..affectionate. Helps with your books and complimenting you or giving you tight hugs that leave you with butterflies. He still teases you 1000%. “Georgie can you help me reach this.” “No i don’t think I can y/n.” Knowing damn well he can. It’s hard to tell with him that he likes you but one day he literally just gets fed up and becomes distant so you question him and he just- “no offence y/n but how the fuck do you not know I like you. I’m really trying here..” and honestly your heart breaks because he says it so softly and you just hug him and let him know you feel the same.

Cedric diggory

He’s such a gentleman I just know it. This boy is opening doors for you and buys you cute things but it comes off so friendly that you don’t even notice. It’s only until some girls had started being mean and telling you to go to your “boyfriend.” (What.) “W-What boyfriend?” “Cedric obviously..?” so you tell him and he gets really protective and he apologises about their behaviour. You don’t know what to say because you’re extremely nervous so you of course say something so innocent and stupid. “Cedric…are you my boyfriend?” “Well I am now.” Bruh he’s so smooth i would collapse irl.

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Saw this tag game, but I didn't want to bother anyone so it's tagless. Feel free to do this with your bg3 ocs and tag me or not 🙈

Name: Boon

Pronouns: He/They

Orientation: He's a transmasc enby who's demi and loves women. Sometimes attracted to men but rarely.

Nickname(s): 

Wyll humors Boon when he asks to be his sidekick. They're currently workshopping his sidekick name to go with the Blade of Frontiers because Crossbows of the Outback isn't cutting it. 

When Gale cooks, he tries to explain magic theory to Boon, but only some of it sticks. They refer to each other as master and apprentice for fun. 

Karlach will sometimes call him a rascal and ruffle his hair (they sibling bonded on sight). 

Shadowheart calls him the idiot bard or just an idiot when he does something really stupid, which is often enough that it could be considered a nickname (they're besties). 

Boon's heart warms whenever Jaheira calls him cub. 

He gets hit right in the kokoro when Lae'zel starts calling him “my joy”. 

Star sign: I dunno much about star signs but from a quick search maybe Gemini???

Height: 5'11

Race: Tiefling

Romancing: Lae'zel. They're the classic tale of opposites attract. Boon was drawn to her confidence and honesty, even if it's of a rougher variety. She speaks plainly, which is refreshing for someone in his line of work (thief). Her kindness takes a warped form due to her upbringing, but it's there. He sees it and tries to draw it out. He's gonna serenade that heart of stone of hers.

Favorite fruit: Grapes. He loves the crunchy ones and enjoys piercing into them with his fangs

Favorite season: Spring when it's not too hot or cold and he gets to feel the sun on his skin. Boon loves his crop tops and will go out walking barefoot in the grass or on the beach.

Favorite flower: I'm thinking violets. His mother was a follower of Lliira who favored them. She'd have violets all around the house. Boon has fond memories of tending to them with her.

Favorite scent: The smell of fresh bread and pastries always gets his mouth watering. His parents didn't have a lot of money, but the bakery was one place where they'd let him indulge on occasion.

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee and tea. Coffee with a bit of milk and sugar helps him sleep. With tea, he loves that there are so many kinds and likes to try out new blends from different places. 

Average sleep hours: He'll sleep for as long as anyone will let him. So it's more dependent on what's currently going on in his life. Being a thief had him up at odd hours and made him a light sleeper.

Dogs or cats: Both. Every dog he sees, they're a puppy in his eyes. Young or old, big or small, he's happy to shower them in a ton of affection. And he'll spend forever finding the specific way a particular cat would like to be loved and do just that. But if he had to choose between dogs and cats, probably cats. He enjoys figuring them out and being chosen by them. Also, all the purring is very calming. 

Dream trip: Boon hasn't been to any cities outside of Baldur's Gate. He'd find it fun to take a road trip to the major cities along the Sword Coast.

Amount of blankets: Whatever number keeps him snug as a bug in a rug. He enjoys the feeling of being tucked in. Doesn't need as many if he's got someone to cuddle with.

Random fact(s):

Class: Bard/Rogue  

His tail is very flexible and is just as prone to theft as his hands.

He just broke out of prison after getting betrayed by his crew when the nautiloid snatched him up. The crew took him in when he was a kid after his parents were killed, but they didn't think twice to make him a scapegoat. And they didn't really treat him well, which is something he slowly starts to learn and unpack while being with the tadpole crew. Despite being a bunch of weirdos, the tadpole crew treat him far better.

He mistakenly thought Chicken was the name of the owlbear cub because that's what they called him back at the goblin camp. By the time Halsin tells him the truth, the owlbear already responds to the name. Just hoot hoots on over whenever he hears the word chicken. The little guy associates the word with getting loved on.

His dream guardian looked a lot like his mom, which is part of the reason he started munching on tadpoles. The main reason is because he felt incompetent compared to the tadpole crew. You've got a wizard prodigy, a hero of the Sword Coast, a githyanki warrior trained from birth, a vampire spawn, an archdevil's champion, and a Sharran spy/warrior. Then there's him, just some guy with a lute and sticky fingers. He wanted to keep up with the others, be useful to them, and not drag anyone down.

Sometimes when he tries to get out of doing something he doesn't want to do, he refers to himself as “just a little guy”, inferring that he's not up to the task. This ploy works 0.5 percent of the time. 

His parents named him Boon because he's a little boon to their lives given to them by the gods when they asked for a child.

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#5

Ocean Idiots Masterpost

Hello hello lore enthusiasts and newcomers alike! I finally am getting around to organizing all of this so here we go! 

Lore Slideshow

Art

The-Trashiest-Pada

Merfolk Lore

The Sailor Who Fought Back

If She Fits She Sits

Teef

The Deep Blue 

Delta’s Crew

Don’t Starve Ocean Idiots

Family Reunion

Bebe Delta

more bebe

Ab Bab

Ascension and Aftermath

Freya and Argo

April fools Bitches

Squish

Heather is A Bitch™

Entranced

On Deck

Shandzii

Various doodles

Larus

Mariza and Delta

Samira Ref

Mariza Ref

Larus Ref

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242 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#4

HOLY GOD! Ok, this project launched back in... October of 2020 and it’s here. Huge and never ending thanks go out to everyone involved in this project, I’ll credit all those I can. Please know that you all mean the world to me and the fact you did this... I was close to tears man, genuinely. This world, and I know I’ve said it a million times, is my baby, and that you all did this... fuck. It just makes me unimaginably happy. Thank you. 

Please give your appreciation and love to the wonderful artists who made this possible, and support them where you can. They all did an amazing job. 

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394 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#3

After much anticipation, it is here. The official slideshow of Ocean Idiots Lore! Thanks go to @shandzii and @the-trashiest-pada for all the art! Again, if y’all have any questions feel free to ask! I just may take a minute to get to it. Also you know. Spoiler stuff. 

459 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#2

509 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

6! Preferably for Mariza and Delta but you can do whoever you want

"I missed you... a lot"

It'd taken a good deal of time for Mariza and Delta's... relationship to even out after Mariza's ascension.

It'd taken the half desperate pleadings of someone far too exhausted to keep up a one sided fight for it to stop, a fire no longer fueled by oxygen left to smolder. Then they were left with what remained, a goddess who didn't know who she was, and a pirate who remembered everything but didn't know where to start.

So they started anyway, because when had they ever planned for anything?

The bottom of the ocean, contrary to the superstitions of sailors who'd never so much as swam a reef, was far more lively than an eternal quiet. Just because the cool depths only contained the echoes of humans didn't mean they were devoid of life, only human life. Though for some that didn't make a difference. It made the perfect spot for a mer and the embodiment of the ocean to sit and watch the world go by, the occasional curious fish swimming around Mariza's torso and extra limbs, weaving in and out as though the goddess were nothing but coral.

"Guess they like 'ya huh?"

Delta laughed as the guppy darted away from Mariza's claws, the goddess unable to contain a small chuckle of her own.

"Well, they know better than to be near a shark. I think they want me to protect them from you."

"Right, because I'm the more deadly of the two of us, you're ridiculous."

"I dunno," Mariza smiled impishly, "Those teeth of yours are pretty sharp."

"Mari. I've seen you bite boats in half. Come on."

Delta whacked Mariza with her fin, enough to push her forward, but no further than that. Of course, retaliation was swift, and those same tendrils that were a fish's playground wrapped around Delta's tail and hoisted her vertical, then in a loop. The cycle continued until both were cackling messes, throwing small handfuls of sand in each others' direction as they wheezed.

"Ha- haha- Can't believe you're this easily winded. Aren't you supposed to be a god?"

"Yeah well- I'm still- still getting used to it. It's not like I'm laughing all that much around Samira."

Ah, that pleasant company. Surely a more jovial presence you couldn't find.

"No kidding. I can't say that I've laughed this hard in a while either. I missed this."

Cold regret seeped into the waters around them. For what it was worth, Mariza tried to give a sarcastic half smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Did you now?"

Too late to pretend she didn't mean it now.

"I did. I missed you... a lot. When you slipped under the water... Thought I'd never see you again. But hey, lucky me, right?"

"Lucky that I didn't end up sinking you when you came up and hugged me out of the blue."

"Hey! How was I supposed to know you had all the memory of a brain-dead sunfish left?"

"Brain dead- HEY!"

The bickering continued, but Delta couldn't help the smile that clung to her face each time Mariza let out that laugh of hers, or looked away for a brief moment.

She really was lucky, huh?

It stung she still missed her, sometimes.

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[philtstone]

but not alone

in a shocking twist i really was able to finish this on time for it to be a birthday gift to myself lmao -- done with 2 minutes on the clock

some background: i watched "why didn't they ask evans?", remembered i adored agatha christie novels, and immediately had to try writing this. depending on what you guys think and my Life schedule i may write part 2 because the potential latter half of this plot is so fun it really deserves to see the light of day -- but anyway. The Premise: bucky didnt fall off the train, steve still sacrificed himself, and a whole lot of characters were born multiple decades earlier than in canon. a big thank you to @firstelevens and @parlegee for their emotional support and plotting help and also to @flyinghome-againstthewind for their lovely encouragement and enthusiasm re the fic concept! i wrote more, as promised, and here it is!

the title is from fellowship of the ring because i am insufferable, and every little comment and kudos makes my year

Summary: After the weird-looking carpet cleaner has whistled three times the man says,

“You don’t look like a German spy,” muttered, like he’s really thinkin’ about it.

“Seriously?” splutters Sam. He says this so forcefully that the other guy has the nerve to look a little offended. But now, come on – come on, Sam thinks. It’s a fair question. Only Sam’s been having a really difficult forty-eight hours, so he doesn’t appreciate it.

It’s here that something big and important feeling clicks in Sam’s head. He’s seen that scowl before – just yesterday, ignoring poor Miss Dollie.

And just this morning, in the papers plastered all over his motel lobby.

“Oh,” says Sam, “you gotta be kidding me.” 

But alas, there’s no kidding to be had. 

“From the paper – they think you killed him, man!”

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes pales three shades under what little tan he has, but otherwise doesn’t react. 

OR: Sam, Bucky, and a Post-War murder mystery that demands the power of friendship.

Excerpt:

The thing about Peggy is that she understands him, which is just a bitch and a half sometimes.

“You threw the weapon out.”

She’s repeating this, flatly, but with enough inflection that Bucky comprehends the are you perhaps a massive idiot implied therein. Peg would say it like that too — use perhaps and massive and arch her eyebrows.

Bucky presses his hands harder where they’re clutched at his temples and grimaces. “Look, I wasn’t thinking clearly, alright?”

“James.”

James, full name, not Jim like when she’s being chummy and of course Agent Margaret Carter of His Majesty’s Royal Service never quite got around to following Steve’s lead on the Bucky front. Bucky grimaces harder. Peggy will stare and be sardonic and, God help him suspicious until he explains.

“I dunno what you want me to say, Peg – it was there in the drawer and I couldn’t bear lookin’ at it anymore.” 

Her resultant expression is just a touch too understanding for his taste. 

“How the hell would I know that tossing a Colt into the Hudson in the middle of the night would get Howard killed?” Bucky adds, to move past it.

Minutely as possible Peggy flinches. Balls of steel, he’s always said. The other guys thought the same, but none of them had the guts to say it aloud. Speaking of other guys –

“Dugan’s coming over.”

“Like hell he is,” Bucky says.

Peggy takes an elegant drag of her cigarette. She’s sitting at the dull brown edge of his made-up bed and being careful enough that the ashes don’t spill. What difference that’ll make Bucky’s not sure. His apartment’s the definition of sad. Becca nearly cried last week when she visited, but then instead of crying yelled at him ‘til he relented and got a pillow. 

“Evidently,” says Peggy, still on the topic of Dum-Dum, “he has not considered the double agent angle. His wife made you casserole.”

“Mm,” says Bucky, grim. He walks over to his meager kitchen, pulls a dusty bottle out from the cabinet and unscrews it. “Gonna get him killed one of these days.”

“Given my ongoing conviction that you are not in fact a spy –”

“Jury’s out on you though,” Bucky says, raising the bottle at her.

“-- you do realize that you are a prime suspect in the murder of our close personal friend.” She blows out. “If we can’t rely on our comrades, we’re rather fucked.”

“I am, you mean.”

Her mouth turns mulish and she looks away to the window then back. Maybe she did mean we, lumping the two of them under the tarp of some morbid umbrella. Steve’s dead and gone and sacrificed nobly, isn’t he.

“You didn’t kill Howard and he didn’t damn well kill himself,” says Peggy, steely. “I’d like to know which bastard did.”

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#my writing #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #the first avenger #agent carter #peggy carter #sarah wilson #howard stark #dum dum dugan #rebecca barnes #marvel #murder mystery au!! #tfatws fic #sam x bucky #sam x sarah #peggy x bucky #all platonic tho; this is a gen fic

[obstinaterixatrix]

It's super cool to hear you talk about romance manga! If you don't mind me asking- what are your favorites and why? (also, if you haven't read it, try You Got me,Senpai. It's like.... WEIRDLY GOOD.)

I got a tag for m/m recs and f/f recs and m/f recs but I dunno about favorites bc it tends to change depending on my mood and what I’ve read lately. also there’s a bunch of what I’d consider my favorite that I wouldn’t necessarily rec to others. well I’ll rehash a couple of them. the rec posts have the caveats and warnings and if it doesn’t have a rec post you’re on your own I don’t feel like writing it all out. Also I’m including webtoons.

A couple m/m faves:

My Bias Is Showing—it seems pretty standard at first glance but the charming art and the charm points of each respective character makes it really stand out. I absolutely love how you need a chart to track everyone’s respective understanding of the situation and how nobody actually has any idea what’s going on. I love how the character that could easily fall into stereotypes of the “weaker” role is very solidly just some guy and is very active in terms of both expression of desire and trajectory of the relationship. I love that siyeol is simultaneously cunning + manipulative and also the biggest idiot alive who essentially tricks himself into falling in love with just some guy because of the dog-blooded drama that only exists in his head. I love the scene where Siyeol bursts into tears and Aejoon just wraps him in a curtain burrito and walks away.

The Honest Life of a Game Studio—I really like how it ends up being this genre mashup of slice of life office romance and… well, I guess quick transmigration kind of? you get to see the characters interact in both extremely normal office settings and also extremely high stakes life or death scenarios. I also like just how detailed the video game studio segments are, like wow the artist definitely gives the impression of having either direct experience or observation of the office side of things. Also the main characters are essentially THE most Just Some Guy energy possible. Like they have their quirks, and Nobu is a big name in the video game world, but it’s kind of in the same way of ‘oh, shu takimi exists.’ he’s not as out there as, say, uchikoshi or kojima. and Anan is just a mega-fan who works in the industry. it’s a good contrast of ‘extremely normal’ and also ‘these guys are now trapped in time prison’

a couple of f/f faves:

Hana to Hoshi—this series stays in my heart. I’ve mostly moved away from high school romance because I like reading stories about characters in my age bracket (but preferably older) but these are my forever gals. I think it’s kind rare to find f/f with my preferred dynamic of ‘stoic weirdo’ and ‘kinda desperate dumbass’ especially with the fun chaotic energy I’m drawn to and this matches it exactly. also has MULTIPLE layers of one-sided familiarity which I absolutely LOVE. you get TWO WHOLE INSTANCES of the whole ‘oh… who are you?’ which is really funny. I also really like hanai’s character arc in terms of being burnt out on what she used to love and rediscovering that joy again, especially since for the most part it happens independently of hoshino.

After the Curtain Call—this series turns me stupid I turn into those awful rec post writers that only lists tropes and archetypes because a lot of them appeal to me. there’s an OFFICE LADY there’s an ACTRESS they’re ADULTS. Jaeyi is sooo cool and Soyung is sooo charming. they’re also very Just Some Guys energy. I also like how they tend to be on completely different pages about their relationship but somehow it never comes up and just works out??? lol??? like I’m sure it’s frustrating to some but I think it’s hysterical that jaeyi is like ‘man I gotta get a role so soyoung doesn’t dump me for being a loser’ and soyoung is like ‘I Am Going To Support Jaein And Her Career No Matter What’ like girls. somehow this is working.

A couple of m/f faves

For Better or for Worse—dylan is sooo charming dylan is soooooo charming I love her. also I really like the barriers to this relationship because it’s nothing that can be explained or resolved easily. on cedric’s side, he’s like ‘oh, she’s still hung up over her ex-fiance and considers him the love of her life…’ and on dylan’s end it’s ‘I know the story and the character you’re supposed to end up with and I care about you and her and I know I’m a placeholder so I can’t get too comfortable and I have to prepare myself to send them off with no hard feelings’ and I *really* like how the trajectory isn’t about the heroine being Actually The Worst Blah Blah Blah but with how the narrative seems to be going and what little I’ve read on spoiler threads it’s more of ‘well different things happened and people have different relationships now so of course they’ll respond differently, people aren’t going to Snap Into Place.’ equipotentiality yknow

I’m the villainous daughter and I’ve decided to keep the last boss as a pet—I actually have no idea if I got the title right I have five minutes anyway I love this one aileen gets to actually have villainous traits without being framed as needing to develop out of them, she’s ambitious and cunning and that’s her strength! also it’s fun seeing claude get yanked around by her whims and guile. There’s also an interesting conflict of villainess transmigrating and having the perspective of ‘this is my life that I’m living in this world’ and the protagonist having the perspective of ‘this world was made for me’

#ask #anonymous #I gotta goooo bye #time to talk the romos

[palidoozy-art]

responding to some comments under here.

@rhuemis

I'm a complete stranger, a passerby, and maybe this is unwelcome but it's incredible how patient you seem to be about this, it shows your good character. 11 years to lie to a friend group is... unthinkable, unimaginable. The dissaray that must cause is a lot even just for me -- somebody wholly unnatched to this -- to stomach. I wish you guys all the best, and if you need an ear to listen, one outside of the group, my inbox is open to you but I totally understand if not

Thank you. I think the reason I’m patient, honestly, is because the truth is: I’m kind of tertiary to this. Kelogul and Ellerian are the most impacted -- Kelogul because he feels pretty dehumanized in ways that neither Ellerian and I can understand, and Ellerian because he was closest to both of them. Ellerian is pretty central to everyone. We joke that any one of us could die and the group would survive -- but if Ellerian’s gone, we all fade in like a year. I appreciate the offer, and thank you.

@xsilversugar

Holy shit. I am so sorry you have to deal with that level of catfishing bullshit. What a terrible person.

Thank you, it’s honestly somewhat relieving to hear shit like this from strangers because it’s like.. We’re also sitting here like: are we idiots for believing this? There were red flags in the past, but we overlooked them because it’s like.. who wants to accuse someone you’ve been friends with for 11 years of lying? It’s just wild.

@alterundying

OMG! This is so messed up.  I hope you are okay.  Whatever you do next I will still follow you, you have such great ideas.

I’ll be okay, it’s just bizarre and I miss like, a year ago when we were all great friends shitposting about foot fetishes. I want to make it clear that I’m sad, but more sympathies should be extended to Kelogul and Ellerian. They’re the ones much more deeply impacted by this. Not on a “losing a D&D campaign” kind of way, but a “holy shit I feel manipulated and used” kind of way.

But this is the way it was inevitably going to end. Even if we were all the best of friends when she told us she did this, it’d still be over. You can’t just walk back gaslighting a group of people into thinking you’re a Japanese person for over a decade. And Kelogul would not be okay with that. He’s spoken extensively about his experiences regarding race, and this kind of action isn’t forgivable to him. And we can’t blame him.

@i-gwarth

That level of dishonesty is perplexing on so many levels. I'm sorry you were put through all that. For what it's worth, I personally hope Kelogul comes back, if only because I feel like one person's weird lies shouldn't be allowed to demolish an entire social circle like this :(

Even if the D&D campaign dies, honestly, we’re taking steps to make amends with Kelogul. Kelogul was in a bad spot when we all had that blow up, but he’s expressed legitimately condolences for how it turned out. We’re playing games again, we’re vibing. The campaign might die, but he’ll still be our friend. And that’s more important than a D&D campaign, y’know?

Like the reality is that with D&D.. yeah it’s all made up fun times. But you definitely put yourself into it. People often play characters that are aspirational, or have a piece of themself in it. So when a campaign ends like this, it feels like a representation of your entire social circle falling apart. But you move on, and you reform. I’ve been in campaigns that have completed in the past, and some that have fallen apart. It’ll be okay.

@hannahmcgill

Man, what is going on lately? A lot of my satellite friend groups are having falling-outs, and it's all with people who were friends for decades. :(

something in the water. I dunno, I think... times are stressful. There’s a lot of shit happening. Miharu informed us of her lie on when Roe v. Wade was struck down. So maybe thinks are just... becoming too much for some folks.

#palidoozy rambles #palidoozy responds #delete later

[starkitters]

✨Hello!✨

👁 You’ve been visited by the Oc Cryptid of Knowledge! 👁

💀Someone wants to know more… MORE, MORE! ABOUT YOUR OC(s)!💀

📖Knowledge is powerful. Here’s what they want to know.📖

11. Who was your first oc? (Oooh…!)

23. Which oc of yours has the BEST fashion? (Aaahhh!)

31. Tell us about an oc/canon ship you have! (How lovely!)

44. Which oc of yours has the most meaning behind their name? (Sparkly…!)

HEWWO???? HEWWO ANON YOU JUST OPENED THE FLOODGATES—

I had to sit here for awhile like “Fuck who do I talk about—” because oh lordy I have way too many ocs across different fandoms. I’ll… probably go with Megaman ocs to make things simple?? But depending on the question I’ll throw a few other ocs into the mix. 11. If we’re talking about the very first oc I ever created? That would have to be my girl Alex Storm, who I. have not drawn recently I need to get on that huh. She started out as like… a general self insert and ended up becoming an original oc who’s story I’m still working on on and off.

If you mean like, fandom wise? The first MegaMan oc I ever made was actually Float Woman! I haven’t posted about her or the other DTNs as much as I’d like to, but I got the idea to make her after getting introduced to Blast Man (and mega man in general) through watching @milosdumb stream MM11. I just thought it would be funny to make an Uraraka/Uravity kinnie since Blast Man was basically Bakugo under Wily’s control. 23. Mmm… Okay I wouldn’t say she has the “best” fashion, but I think it’s my Pokemon oc Cassiopeia? She generally wears formal/business wear, but that’s. Kinda because she’s the leader of an “evil team” so LMAO. Gotta keep up appearances, plus she likes to look her best in general. Most of my other ocs wear varying styles of casual clothing, and usually range from goth to kinda futuristic to all of the above.

31. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME CHOOSE ONE I HAVE WAY TOO MANY—

Okay so in the case of MM classic, I have at least 3 ships? 4 if you include a more self-indulgent self insert one. This is absolutely subject to change because I am a multishipper and I really enjoy playing with different character dynamics. MM X I really only have one so far, but that is also subject to change. Pokemon… Really only 1 as well since I don’t have too many Poké-ocs, but that’s going to change super fast because I have Ideas™.

I guess since I can only talk about one I. Guess I could talk about BluesJazz?? Uuuh I dunno how in depth I’ll go with it but.

I guess for a little bit of context, Jazz is one of my other MM ocs. I do plan to go more in depth about her at some point but I guess to start, she was built some time after Blues was but about a couple of years before he took off, cuz like. There had to have been other “””prototypes””” after Blues that’s just common sense. you don’t have one “perfect” prototype and start mass-producing, there had to have been other tests by other people. bUT ANYWAY I’M GETTING OFF TRACK BACK TO SHIPPY STUFF—

For the most part I’ve been categorizing their relationship as “Annoyances to lovers” + “We need to stop meeting like this”? Like, the two of them keep running into each other at inopportune times, Plus I’m gonna be honest both of these idiots (affectionate) are snarky in their own way and can be equally as defensive. I genuinely love the idea that these two ultimately become a “bickering married couple”, but it definitely takes some time and effort from both parties. I dunno their dynamic is really fun and I want to talk about it more at some point. 44. I’m going to be 100% honest, depending on the oc I don’t think too too hard about the name? Some of my ocs have do have names that have some sort of meaning behind them (sometimes unintentionally), but a lot of the time I just pick a name that I like or fits with the media, or I just kinda go “Oh. Oh that’s fun.”

The later is especially true for MegaMan ocs, since. Most of the Robot Masters have two word names?? For the most part you really only have to think about what their job is, and base the name off of that.

Off the top of my head, I think one of the ocs I put some of the most thought into name wise was my Lego Monkie Kid oc Ao Qingyun/Feng Yún? Mainly because I haven’t had an oc with a chinese name up until this point, and I wanted to make sure that not only was I was respectful, but her name made sense when it came to being cloud/sky themed. Honestly I’m still not. entirely sure if I did it right if I’m being entirely honest.

#kitt screams #Whoever sent this in i'm sending you the biggest hug and kiss i love you #now if you'll excuse me i'm going to scamper back under my rock to continue creating cringe (affectionate)

[flydotnet]

Can't Have Shit in Okinawa

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

I didn't go into this Whumptober expecting to write so much comedy or comedy-adjacent entries, but oh well, may as well embrace it now.

I took the ER prompt because all of the others sounded too… hardcore for me, I guess? I'm way too damn soft. Even then, I decided I may as well make it humorous. Not sure I'm into the spirit of Whumptober this year.

I only recently realized that I had never written anything KojiMaki in my entire life… which is weird, since would you ask me, I'd tell you they're the best romantic character dynamic in all of CT. Yeah, I know, the bar is cosmically low, but it's true, right? Good parallels, actual chemistry, agressive support… it's got it all. WY really fed us well, man. They're not my fav ship (as my stupidly high number of MatsuYoshi fics will happily demonstrate for me), but they're the best written one imho.

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Can't Have Shit in Okinawa

Summary: It's not because your date has ended in the ER that you can't bicker about it with your partner!

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

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It’s not where their date was supposed to end; but sometimes, you simply don’t have control over what happens. Sometimes, a last-minute idea from your partner brings you a good surprise! And at others, they get hurt and you end up in a spot that’s not quite as fun.

Or, like, the complete opposite of fun.

“I thought the emergency room was meant for that. Emergencies.”

She’s lost count of how many times her boyfriend has sighed since they’ve arrived here.

“It’s meant to be, at least. You’ve never been in one before?”

He stares back at her, very much unamused.

“I was unconscious the only time I did, how was I s’pposed to know they sucked ass?!”

“It’s a well-known phenomenon! I didn’t think I’d have to explain that to you!”

“Maybe you should’ve asked before, then!”

“Where else was I going to bring you anyway?”

“I dunno, just a regular doctor would’ve been fine!”

“You were bleeding buckets, you idiot!”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna fix that myself, now, was I?”

“You could’ve, I dunno, tried!”

“I’m no doctor!”

“It’s just a damn scrape, Maki! No need to worry so much about it!”

“It’s a bleeding gash the depth of a ping-pong ball, Kojiro!”

“That’s the weirdest comparison I’ve ever heard.” He looks around. “Oh fuck, they’re all staring at us.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

Don’t get her wrong, she loves him to bits, but her boyfriend is the loudest person on Earth. Oh, and also, he’s a world-famous soccer player. As in, “outstanding name in a list of outstanding names” famous. The guy is a world champion and stuff. That may not help much, in their case, because it did not grant them a priority queue, and also, people do stare at them. A lot.

The ER, as the legend foretold, is cramped and overcrowded. There are people who are here for all sorts of stuff, from terrifying bug bites the size of a softball glove to what Maki can only assume to be people who should’ve just to their local pharmacy. There’s always at least one of those and they will always get called before you, the legend also says.

Among the things Maki has in common with her boyfriend, one of them is a natural knack for impatience. She hates standing in one spot and waiting for things to happen. Powerlessness is an annoyance at best and a deep-rooted phobia at worst. Right now, luckily, it’s just a lot of annoyance at things being horrible, frigidly slow.

In short: the ER, with its awfully slow pace and dozens of people screaming, crying or even chatting very loudly on their phones, is stuff of nightmares for her. If she was here all on her own, a part or her would be terrified, yes – on the other hand, she happens to be here with someone else, who barely seems to care that they have to be there waiting on uncomfortable plastic chairs to begin with.

She glances back at Kojiro. He seems mildly bothered by everything around him, the now rust-coloured towel still on his thigh. Occasionally, he takes a sharp inhale mostly through his right nostril and looks even more mildly bothered. People are still staring at him.

“That stupid thing’s stopped bleeding anyway,” he says as he leans back. “Can we go back to your place, now? Fuck this ER shit, I can do a zig-zag stitch too.”

A mother with her snot-filled kid is glaring at him, her face oh so offended.

“You’re not for real, right?”

He now actually looks displeased.

“What? Do I look so, I dunno, like a brute that I can’t sew?”

“That’s not what I said! I’m just sayin’, you’re no doctor, so don’t stitch your own wounds close!”

Kojiro responds to that by getting his phone out.

“Eh, whatever. There’s probably a tutorial for that on YouTube.”

Maki can only gawk at him. That guy is considered the cream of the crop in his category but man can he be awfully stupid. She loves him for all of his highs and lows, but he’s really dense as a brick when he wants to. Also, for all of his ranting about his friends from the national team being self-sacrificing idiots, he has the tendencies as well.

Actually, come to think of it… Maybe if she tips the scales, she could make him realize how bad it’s getting. That’s what couples do, right? Communicate. They communicate so things don’t explode in a big ball of fire.

“Hey… Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

The woman with the snotty kid are called. Their turn may finally come soon; which, God, not too soon. The air here is stale, cramped and overall suffocating.

“If I was gonna do the same thing to you, which is having a bleeding gash the depth of a ball and say it’s no biggie, I’m gonna stitch it myself, what would you do?”

Now, he looks downright pissed.

“Why’re you even askin’ me that? It’s damn obvious!” His shoulders rise even further. “I’m bringin’ you to the hospital no questions asked!”

“Yeah, that makes sense, right?” She pokes his chest. “So why won’t you get it through your thick skull, hmmm?”

His anger changes into surprise.

“Dammit.”

“See? Not hard to understand! I’m worried and I don’t want you hurt even further, so be a good lil’ kitty and stay put until we get called!”

“Did you just call me a kitten because of my—”

“I’ll call you a tiger again when you’re back on your feet and not profusely bleeding in my backyard!” She breathes out and tries calming down as best as she can. “I know it’s annoying, I don’t like being here either, but it’s for your own good, I swear. And, if you don’t wanna think about yourself… then think your mom would be much more reassured to know you got to see a doctor and got it stitched right!”

He scratches the back of his neck a little sheepishly.

“You’re right there, I guess.”

“I just know you, after a while!” She leans against him. “You should stop being all rough like that. You’re supposed to also lean on me when you need help.”

He leans back in the other direction, his head softly landing on top of hers.

“…Yeah.”

Eventually, a nurse comes and calls their names – finally.

#whumptober 2023 #no.8 #overcrowded er #captain tsubasa #fic #kojimaki

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary29

10/3-4/2023

nothing much. we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume.

nothing much happened today, i recorded little pieces for 2 songs, i got to do the super noisy stuff i wanted to do for the remaster of the single i put out, plus i added some screaming, and i added new vocal layers/replaced some/removed some for the next single. that's exciting, i think now the kicks are too loud in that song, and maybe i could bring the bass up a touch.

so much of this is like, touch and go, tomorrow i don't know what i'm gonna do, probably one of the new short songs, and then, i guess i'll see about one of the songs that i think needs a lot of work re: guitars and just throw vocals onto that to try, since i have them written.

my gf wants to go to another drag thing tomorrow so i need to be up earlier and stuff, today we're going to see a queen who almost won last season of rupaul's. it feels strange talking about it, because only from her has it leaked into my life. or i dunno. leak in makes it sound negative, when you live with someone, your interests get all over each other. i think i'm quieter about my stuff, so it's like, only sometimes i talk about whatever, but there's stuff that's just always involved with me that's probably been passed off to her and i don't even realize really. i think i basically like that she's exposed me to drag race so much because it is funny, it's just weird because it's demonstrably kind of commodified a whole part of queer history, and rupaul was there for it, which makes it more complex. looking at old drag magazines and stuff, the definitions were a lot blurrier, they were host to a lot of people who did want to transition essentially, and then people who were like "i'm whatever" also (and in film too you can see this, where it's a blurry undefined thing (meaning what anyone is (thinking in particular about funeral parade of roses (you can see in my eye makeup that i draw my lashes on cuz of that movie)))). it's not that this blurriness every went away or something but there's more lines separating what things are what is for who and so on. maybe that's because i've just been put in a box myself, by the people i've been sorted into being around online (this sounds miserable over it or something, all i am lamenting is maybe a lack of perspective) make greater efforts to delineate and say, over there is that type of person, over here we stand, when there's blurriness, it's different, and so on. it's a frustrating thing, whatever the case.

it's also weird because rupaul basically sucks, but i think it's kind of great, some seasons of the show, it's essentially takeshi's castle for drag queens, it's totally psychotic at points. i'm kind of sad my gf caught up because hearing about what goes on in the show (i couldn't see at a certain point really because he speakers got fucked up somehow and we don't know what to do other than buy new ones at some point) was genuinely super fun/made me happy.

anyways i think my favorite queen was probably alaska . probably an annoying pick but she is kind of a skinny legend.

i didn't read today, but, i dunno, i'm dumb i guess, i feel really stupid, kind of, i dunno. i always worry about being really an idiot.

so i guess, coming off of the feeling like an idiot, to feel more like an idiot, one thing i'm excited about is this one guy's tradition every year of playing a silent hill game on his yt channel, and this year he's gotten to something truly awful, homecoming. i don't know why i'm so excited for that, it's been years since i've seen anyone play that game in full, since i was a kid, back then even i was mega obsessed with the other sh games, but i also had no real sense of quality, so it had cool creatures that were mottled flesh and vaguely tortured, and familial discomfiture, that at least spoke to me, nothing on the level of all of sh1, 2 and 3, but it was like, a strange update on it all and that connected even at the time. what i'm seeing now, is i how strangely it reflected a pretty exact atmosphere of the time, the directing of cutscenes is, much more than anything else, inflicted with so much bullshit prestige tv runoff but directed wrong, and also, saw. the game is so saw, to the point of not understanding anything about sh really beyond few moments, which makes it fascinating. there's this part where alex is in a fucked up elevator and it squeals and shakes and stuff, awful noises are issued, and a huge knife comes through the door and kills him, final destination shit. it's like the game missed the parts of fire walk with me that featured totally broken quotidian things, the eruption of the faulting and failing into daily life, the wailing elevator isn't a horror device, it's simply real life magnified, ending it with a death like that destroys its ability to refer to the tiniest, most forgettable wounds in our daily life, the fear at a world at the edge of not working constantly, and a world that's hostile not because of unseen forces, but because of what we see, its regular operation unmasked as abject/grotesque, or not even unmasked, felt and expressed. so the game fails to be about america in all the subtle ways silent hill was originally (thinking about the billboard in sh2 that says "your ad here" in the sequence where you go to the historical society thru the town). it also misses all the ero-guro art connections and all the game's love affairs w/ the surrealists (bacon + bellmer an obv example but i'd say, sincerely, the first 3/4 end up having artaud and bataille in them, if only by receiving them thru ero guro artist interpretations of those works). instead it trades all that in for a baffling emphasis on wanting to be like the tv show lost (another legendarily bad game was cut from this same cloth, that reboot of alone in the dark). anyways sorting through all this is a joy for me a bit, and also, the ways the game feels like it hits on something meaningful (its posing of regular american christianity as a cult (the games prior do this too but this one feels really so on the nose, but that produces an interesting effect)) or even insightful, it feels like steps away from being a game about evangelical rapture panic and preppers or something. instead it trades in undercurrents in mass culture for attempts at the personal that fail, because it doesn't seem interested in its characters really. it's also such a dude-ist game, the nurses and the military stuff, so weird.

anyways that person who does that yearly is supergreatfriend. i don't know why i like his stuff so much. maybe it's because he's the only guy on yt with a playthru of illbleed that's any good. i love that game, it's also kind of genius. i miss how freely abject horror games used to be, not just gory or scary, but abject, where everything is exaggerated and filthy, not because like, that's scary, but because that's how you feel in a supermarket or mall or hospital for real or something, pr thinking of rule of rose, that's how social reality felt, that cruel and perverse. the exaggeration is only a tool to get you back there, in memory, again. it feels largely gone, maybe because the hd era prevents that level of exaggeration sitting beside "realism" like it used to be able. i dunno. the cheap and trash-like was so much more palpably present in those old games, for me at least, the stuff that for regular operation, had to be ignored, despite its constant presence, facts of life left to anterooms in your head, thoughts forced into being dead ends or whatever. i'd love to figure out why everything feels so much cleaner now. beyond how it's achieved, the cleanliness, i mean in particular why people decided against what was. it felt perfectly capable of approaching what actually unsettled us and prodding us towards reconciliation (not redemption, if anything, an embrace of these horrors/ embrace of the fact of horror, and then the turn away from the sanitary).

everything i like is like that, like books and stuff, i'm always on about that when you let me, but it's october, so i'm allowed, right. well i'll just keep doing it forever i guess, cuz i'm a broken record.

it's just so pretty to me. like yes, my life does feel like spirit halloween all the time, total dirty vomitrocity.

and stuff like this is just unbelievable i think.

this got me on flickr looking at hans bellmer stuff, rarer scans i've not got and also other stuff people tagged as related. i found quite an insane doll artist on there, who took some of the most uncanny photos ever it seems like.

i would like to use these somehow, in something, they're too evocative to not i think. the smudgy digital photography and the near-human figures, it's just so near my heart/how i feel.

anyways i'm stupid , stupid tired. i accidentally typed tied, instead of tied.

anyways, byebye!!

[chaoticlycrookedimperfections]

So I have a lot going on in my head right now.

I dunno what really.

Anxiety was bad today. Using the tools I. The work shop give me anxiety. Using knifes at home give me anxiety. It’s so I’m staying having to do somthing infront of people with my hands shaking like a crack head. Some people say somthing and I just say meds ( it legit is, but anxiety makes it ten times worse) C didn’t say anything tho so that was nice.

The anxiety stuck around I was ready to be in tears while I waited for mum but I sucked it up cos I can’t let mum see like that.

Mum dieing thoughts where strong today.

I’m mad about being so hungry … I’ve had like one proper meal , and Afew grapes. 1/2 a yoghurt and a coffee. Seems like that should be enough bloody food.

Finaly getting my hair cut tomorrow. I am nervous because I don’t want my hair getting fucked up. But mum goes to her and if mum trusts her with her hair , I can trust her with mine.

S has covid and hasn’t replied to any text today , I’m sure it’s because she’s sick but I can’t help that think somthing wrong.

I’m getting soooo sick of not being able to do anything.

It’s imbarasing having to tell the lecturer you can’t come because your mum can’t drive you … I’m the oldest in the class by 10 years at least.

I’m so pathetic.

I’ve been going to bed at like 6 pm because I hate the couch when I feel like trash and all I wanna do is roll around in bed watching the golden girls or tik tok.

I got 4 hours sleep last night so that means I don’t have to sleep tonight … can’t risk getting hungry

Went a whole day without sugar 👍🏽 K is gonna wanna have a drink tomorrow or Saturday but I can’t I need to not have sugar and alcahole has heaps.

There is part of me that really does just wanna be an alcaholic and a stoner. An addict. Like I know that’s no life, I know it’s no good for me. I know it’s what people fight so hard to get over. But I miss it. I miss being out of it. Being drunk is a fun somtimes. Even if it does lead to crazy somtimes. I don’t care about scars. But also I’m so scared that if I loose mum that will become my life anyways.

Because I need a ride tomorrow I’ve got to sit in the car like an idiot while mum goes shopping because I’m a stupid immunesupressed person.

I kinda wanna get stoned this weekend but I got stoned last weekend and I can’t get into the habit of doing it every chance I get. Just gonna have to spend my weekend depressed and moving from the couch to the bed. I don’t know if I will sleep. I need clean. I tried doing the kitchen earlier. But I looked at it and was overwhealmed so i went back to bed.

I really wish meds would work on me .. or there where meds for the things that trouble me. But I don’t think there are.

I weigh 60.1. Kg.

I don’t like that. I need to be 58kg it gives me wiggle room.

So sick of my shit.

The validation I get from that little red alert on fb. Attention for a split second.

I need to do somthing other than check fb every 2 minuts.

I can’t read. I can’t listen to pod cast or audio books. There’s only so much tik tok. Sleeeeep

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[lynnesgalaxy]

hmmmmmmmmmmm emilette time

#Emilette #ive been focusing a bit more on frankley and creetus as of late so i decided to give her some love #because last time i drew her she just looked.... so odd?? like. it was hard to draw her #but now she just. worked perfectly. so i just had fun filling the page with doodles #i deleted a huge one that was a spoiler and replaced it for a buncha tiny emilettes #alsO ive been thinking a lot about her because. i realized some things i haven't developed about her #like. the others have very specific things they're good at #but she's just... regular at most? and the ones she IS good at are not things that are like... SUPER defining for her. y'know? #i dunno. i might be thinking about that too hard #i do like the vagueness of it. like... you don't need to EXCEL at something specific to be happy #and that's something that could apply pretty well to her #but. i dunno. I make fun of her a lot because she's an idiot and its funny #but like... am i taking it too far by not giving her something MORE like i did with the others? #she's bad at a lot of things. i can name those. i can also name the things she's not proficient at but good enough. #im not sure if theres anything she's particularly excellent at #and the fact that there's more things she sucks at than things she's good at feels. hm. #im not even sure where im going with all this i didnt even explore those things in these doodles lkJLKDSFJ #okay yEAH IM RAMBLING A LOT #also this isnt going in the tag its too messy #just have some emilettes!!! have fun!!!!