#cept this is actually making me sad

[january-summers]

Just thinking about some AUs.

Like: Wash having served on a similar ship to the MoI pre-Freelancer. Similar, but ever so slightly different in lay out so he keeps trying to auto-pilot navigate and getting lost, and Alpha's watching on the camera feeds and at some point just hits "this is too pathetic, i gotta step in" like any back seat gamer watching a let's play, except he actually can... if he can figure out how to get away with it.

So he comms Wash, either through a direct link in his helmet or through a regularly intervaled wall radio. "Uh yeah, I'm... uh... you can just call me... Church? I work in the... uh... yeah don't worry about it but I can see you on the camera feeds, again, and man i gotta tell you for a bad ass space marine this is pretty sad. Tragic really, anyway, turn around, 200 meters and take a left-"

And it keeps happening, and sometimes they just hang out, Wash hiding in a storage closet eating contraband foods (the good chocolate) while Alpha drops some funny stories from the command deck.

And Wash casually mentions him in talk with the other Freelancers, but they never get to talk to Church, and Wash can't introduce him properly, so everyone refers to Church as Wash's imaginary friend.

(... and then no one can figure out why all the AI are low-key obsessed with Wash, like they need him to like them even though he's not their human operator.)

or like (possibly the same AU): There is no Epsilon, Alpha has a moment of clarity about what's happening to him, what's being done to him, and fakes a fragment in order to port himself out and get put wholesale (what remains of him) into Wash's head. It's still pretty traumatic for both of them.

And then they skedaddle, go into hiding somewhere no one would ever think to look for them. Disguised as a sim trooper in a box canyon in the middle of nowhere.

... also thinking about Price deliberately pushing Wash's buttons and trying to provoke his PTSD so he has an excuse to put him on meds, except the meds are (on purpose) meds that Wash knows messes with his head and leads to psychotic episodes and he wouldn't take them, damn the orders, if he knew what they were.

but he doesn't, and he gets into a fight in one of the communal kitchens without his armour on and the first thing the other Freelancers know about it is when they get called for back up to the kitchen to help subdue a man that just killed three other Freelancers (bottom of the pack no-name annoying assholes no one liked or would miss anyway).

'cept the other Freelancers don't clock that it's Wash, because he's out of his armour and Wash is almost never seen without his helmet, unlike the others, so they aren't used to his face, and when they think of wash they think of bright yellow and steady charcoal greys, not "holy fuck that's a lot of blood did he fucking roll in it!?!?" reds.

But by the time they get there, psychotic episode is over, and Wash is in a semi fugue state, kinda clock's Carolina's blue and that he might have done something really bad, so he just drops the knife away from himself and half collapses to his knees like a puppet with cut strings, manages to lock his fingers behind his head before they try to tackle him to the ground.

Wash gets away with a slap on the wrist, and like a months probation. (Director was in on the 'experiment' to begin with, and now they're already down three Freelancers, no need to make it four. ... also Director won a bet about whether Wash could take on/out more than two opponents at a time.)

#rvb #red vs blue #agent washington #ai project alpha #ai program alpha #leonard l church #mmmmm. wash hours.

[charmixpower]

what are your hc's when it comes to the specialists hobbies? (+Nabu)

i'm kinda sad we don't really know a lot about them.

YEAH!!! Or if we know their hobbies, WE NEVER GET TO SEE THEM ENJOY THEM??? Unless ur Helia. Pretty people privilege

Sky

Listen, I need you to look at Erendor and Samara and tell me if Sky has a life or any real time for hobbies. The answer is no he does not

Listen dragon equestrian is a thing that exists in the magic dimension and he loves it do not argue with me this man loves it. Riding a dragon and doing tricks, what more could you want out of a sport???

He also spends so much time teaching Lady tricks you'd think he was entering her into a competition. He's not, he is simply having fun

Sky really likes running, and walking. With or without Lady, he is content to run around with this thoughts. It's his favorite form of exercise

I think Sky would enjoy at least some of the royalty approved activities pushed on him, like riding horses and dragons obviously, but also dancing. (Though he would hate learning how to play an instrument or something that required sitting without movement)

I think he'd like the fake duel's and mock battles like fencing over real combat but that's just my version of Sky that lives in my head talking

I don't think Sky is really snobby about anything that isn't tea. Does he argue with other people about which tea tastes the best? Maybe. It's like part because he and Diaspro have opposite tastes in tea and they will argue about anything, part because tea was the only meal he wasn't being hovered over because it's supposed to be a bit more informal than a real meal, half because magix doesn't have all that good tea options

Brandon

He suffers from has no life syndrome too but worse actually bc he's had a government job at 17!!!

Does crafting and maintaining an Instagram presence count as a hobby? I mean I do this as a hobby so I'm gonna say it counts. Making thinking your hot into a hobby, I wish I were him

I have no clue if Brandon genuinely enjoys weightlifting or gymnastics or if he does it because it's literally required of him but I DO think he'd enjoy exercise in general. Like?? He's getting hotter, better able to handle situations, AND it makes him feel great. 10/10 he loves it

I think Brandon would enjoy calligraphy. I have like multiple friends who are on their handwriting bullshit and Brandon would absolutely be one of these people. He'd write exclusively in fancy capital letters while pretending to be Sky, but he also like genuinely knows calligraphy and enjoys it. No one knows cept Sky until Stella wants to write something formally and he writes it for her

Brandon is way too chill of a person, and while I think he's like naturally good at controlling his emotions I also think he does SOMETHING for mindfulness. Reads self help books, does meditation, something that helps him stay so fucking chill all the time

On that topic I also think Brandon likes psychology, like the "why do people act the way they do?" side. Just a little bit, he gets along with way too many insane people to not have at least a little idea

Timmy

He's the least interesting specialist to me in canon so he's where I'm on my bullshit. Listen man we don't need TWO computer wizs, we can have one computer genius and an engineering nerd. For the sake of everyone around Tecna not being the exact same as her AND for my enrichment

Timmy is obsessed with their air crafts. He can talk for HOURS about types of planes, the Owl assigned to their squad is literally his fucking baby and Riven is NOT allowed to pilot it EVER. He lost his mind just a little bit when he's got to pilot a Hawk with Helia, he was so excited. This is definitely his main hobby and why he's in the RF air force track instead of the engineering track, he WILL fly and nothing will stop him

If Legos exist in the magical dimension he's obsessed with them and makes the most insane builds and you know I'm right

Riven absolutely gets Timmy into lock picking. Lock picking is just a logic puzzle that also has a real life application and they spend so much time trying to pick difficult locks when they need a no think thing to do

And speed running, all the specialists have a tendency to just watch him play a video game stupid fast and it's group bonding

Shooting is a sport and one that Timmy enjoys immensely

Riven

Reading. No I'm so serious he's the character shown holding a book the most often. This man reads. Tbh he's probably reading about types of magical animals that specialists are called in to deal with, and their behaviors. That and like lists of forgeable plants

Riven also sews and makes his own clothes! Like it's a restoration thing but also Riven just likes fashion and has very specific ideas for clothes so he just makes them himself.

Riven is the most passionate about sword play and combat. Like it's genuinely fun for him, I think if everyone was set loose they'd drift away from being in the military except Riven. This is his passion. Survivalist stuff is also a huge passion of his. It's his concentration at RF I will never shut up about that hc. His dream job is dealing with magical animal threats in the wilderness, everyone thinks he's just a little insane

That and podcasts. Oh my god the podcasts Riven would have listened to in middle school, cringe worthy, they're EXACTLY what your thinking and it's terrible. Thankfully he listens to calming podcasts and like educational podcasts now, and the occasional true crime one

I'm not sure if lock picking is a hobby for him or if it's just something he HAD to learn, but he takes a lot of pride in it so I'm assuming it's a hobby. Riven likes logic puzzles and that's what lock picking is

Does Riven have an interest in photography or did he print off pictures from Musa's Instagram, the world may never know

Helia

We know the most about his hobbies. Painting, origami, and poetry. Helia is well and truly vibing, and by that I mean I bet you he spends hours agonizing about every detail <3

He probably also has a bullet journal, it's the vibes, do you understand where I'm coming from?

I think Helia would be super into general DIY in every area and at one point he gets Timmy into helping refurbish a chair he found, sometimes he just wants to work on something and that something is a chair he picked up off the curb

Helia definitely picked up how to use his string gloves for fun and to have a body active hobby and he loves it? I think Helia would really enjoy doing things that challenge him and he has the most esoteric weapon so it fits

I also think Helia's glove string weapon is as much of a weapon as it can be used for string art? I think he'd like string art

Helia can parkour and that's on wanting to get the PERFECT angle for his reference piece and know he's 40 ft in the air, Saladin slowly lost his mind when he adopted Helia after his parents died because the kid would not stop climbing on RF

Helia is also a chronic people watcher. At least 70% time when he's people watching he's also drawing them but sometimes he's too tired for that XD

Nabu

Learning about his hyper fixation magic. Listen this man will DEMOLISH a library in a week to learn about the intricacies of runic magic, he is vibrating in his shoes

Okay I know Timmy is the one who you'd assume would like this the most, but I think if you put a ttrpg in front of Nabu he'd fucking love it??? He would either spend 2 million hours world building as the DM or get way into role playing

I think Nabu spends a lot more time fucking around and having fun with his magic than most magic users. Like learning how to make small intricate beautiful things with his magic. I definitely think there would be an art form based around magic that Nabu would be super into that

Nabu absolutely is a history buff too. Like knows about ancient techniques for making things off the top of his head can list most major developments in each century when prompted history buff and I love him

He probably also has a rock collection, this man is autistic and we have rock collections. Sometimes the rocks are magically and that's always exciting

Nabu and Flora spending hours researching a random ass specific phenomenon and having the time of their lives

#winx club #rus chatters #winx headcanons #winx club headcanons #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx riven #winx helia #winx nabu #winx specialists

[channajen]

Chapter 11 of "Fly Like a Bat" is now posted!

Summary: It's time for Danny to have a talk with his dad and grandpa about Amity Park and the events that happened there. The Bats learn a lot of stuff that they don't like, and Danny presents them with a breathtaking gift.

Teaser below cut:

“Um, my old family, the Fentons were scientists. They studied ghosts and stuff. Their big project was to make a portal to the Ghost Zone so that they could learn more about the people that live there.”

“What’s the Ghost Zone, Danny?” Bruce asked.

“It’s where all the ghosts live. Sometimes it’s called the Infinite Realms.” Danny happily answered his grandpa’s question. He was proud when he saw Bruce making notes about what he said. “It’s a whole ‘nother dimension!”

“Your adoptive parents made a portal to another dimension in your house?” Bruce wasn’t sure what was more terrifying: the fact that these people had actually opened a portal to the afterlife…or the fact that they did it in their home.

Danny nodded, totally missing Bruce’s horror. “Yep, it was in the basement!”

“And did it work?” Jason was curious, until he saw the look on Danny’s face.

The child had tears in his eyes. He was gripping the pillow under him with white knuckles. “It didn’t work—at first…” Danny swallowed. “I…I made it work. I turned it on. That wasn’t fun at all.”

“What’s wrong, buddy? Why does the memory make you so sad?” Jason pulled his son into his lap.

Danny stared hard at the floor. No one said anything for a long moment. Finally, the child sniffled and started speaking quietly. “See, Momma Maddie and Daddy Jack were really smart about a lot of stuff, but safety stuff was hard for them. It took them a long time to build the portal. When they finally got it finished, they were really excited, but it wouldn’t turn on. They were so sad that they left the house, and they left the portal plugged in. I didn’t know. My…my friends, Sam and Tucker came over and wanted to see the portal, and I did something stupid.”

Jason squeezed his little boy. “That sounds harsh, kiddo. You said you didn’t know that the thing had power. It wasn’t your fault. Can you tell us what happened that day?”

Danny kicked his feet against the couch. Tiny tears dripped down on Jason’s pants. Bruce looked worriedly at Jason. Just what had this child been through??

~~~~~~~~~

“Danny,” Bruce used his most soothing voice. “Do you know the name of the people who are after you?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, they’re the GIW—the Guys In White. ‘Cept I think they have a different real name. Maybe like ‘Ghost Investigation War’ or somethin’.”

Bruce quickly tapped that information into his phone and sent it off to Oracle. He looked at his grandson. “They can’t get you here. I promise.”

“But they have guns! And they killed Momma and Daddy and Jazz!”

“They aren’t going to kill us.” Jason’s rage was barely contained. “People have tried to take us out before and failed every time. We just keep coming back stronger. We’re going to figure this stuff out, alright kiddo? I don’t want you to worry about anything. We’ll handle it.”

“What if the bad ghosts come after me? Or Fruitloop? You can’t hurt them like normal people.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

#dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #jason todd #dpxdc

[annatheman]

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Sherlock Holmes just might be the most misrepresented character ever (in my opinion of course). In most modern media they make Sherlock out to be a cold, nonchalant, doesn’t care about feelings, will always figure out a case, overall asshole type of guy. 

but he’s really not! When I first read the series, I was surprised that Sherlock was just a normal dude. He has emotions and REACTS TO THINGS THAT SHOCK HIM. I hate it when they portray him with almost superpower abilities. the point of the stories where you trying to figure out the truth WITH Sherlock, that’s part of the appeal. but in shows like BBC Sherlock, he has a MIND PALACE???? and the way they made us perceive how his mind worked was otherworldly???? hmm????? He cannot just randomly know things that weren’t told before. bro doesn’t just know how shit works. he is NOT a superhero. idk that just peeved me a lot.

then there’s his personality. No he is not some aloof, lone wolf cool guy. He is, and i will always stand by this, a big ol nerd who gets excited when he infers something correctly and who info-dumps any and all information he has at the moment to his bestie for the restie. 

but i will say, sometimes Sherlock is not all there for people. it’s not that he doesn’t know how peoples emotions work, it’s that he doesn’t give a shit. an example of this that i think is quite funny is when Sherlock is ENGAGED to a woman named Agatha(in the span of a very short time, bravo to him on that ngl), who is the villains house keeper, so he can get a layout of the villains house so he can rob the guys house. Watson is of course freaked out when Sherlock tells him this. The detectives response is “I needed answers Watson.” which in my opinion is funny as hell. He will literally do anything for the bit. but yeah. He is sometimes a pain in the ass. but that’s not his ONLY character trait. like come on now. 

And poor poor Watson, you probably forgot about him while reading this. That poor guy is always overshadowed in media. it’s so sad to see. He was such an important part of the stories, he literally narrated every single story (cept for like one where sherlock wrote it cause he said it wasn’t that hard to write a story and Watson made him do one. hehe). He literally make Sherlock popular by putting his stories in the paper. Watson is portrayed as… I can’t even tell you honestly. He’s just “the sidekick” and nothing else. The Private Life of sherlock holmes from the 70s portrayed Watson as an annoyed roommate who’s always a lil irritated. and that was great! (that movie is awesome and cool btw you should watch it) he is not only the guy that narrates sherlock and stands in the background. In the Hounds of the Baskervilles, Watson was the guy doing most of the work. Sherlock popped in at the end to save the rich guy or whatever. 

OH, and the relationship of Watson and Sherlock that the media portrays is HORRIBLE. IT IS THE WORST. NO Holmes is not mean to Watson, he cares about him cause they’re FRIENDS!!!!! Don't get me wrong, I love gays, they like each other!!!!! and no, it’s not always in a gay way. I actually hate it when people ship friends together just cause. like they’re really good friends. Holmes would be a terrible boyfriend. Watson is too good for him. 

so those are some of my thoughts on my favorite book series <3333

#classics #sherlock holmes #rant post

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Nothing. The tip really paid off. Good job, Cuno."

CUNO- "Uh what?" He quickly looks around. "Don't be playin' Cuno off as a snitch-bitch. The oldest trick in the book, people!"

CUNOESSE - "Are you snitching, Cuno?!"

CUNO- "This is some ancient bullshit, people!" He addresses the surrounding windows. "Cuno would rather take ten than snitch! Pig's full of shit! Get the fuck out of here!"

RHETORIC - You found a real nice button to push. Turned the tables on him.

+5 XP

3. "I have more questions about the crime scene."

CUNO- "Yeah, the Kingdom of Cuno, the fuck do you want with it?"

"The dead man's clothes were in the trash container." (Point to the container.) "How did they get there?"

CUNO- "Yeah, Cuno doesn't know shit about that. That shit is *beneath* Cuno."

"I need to know. It could be a lead in the investigation. Someone may have tampered with the murder scene."

"Right. About something else, then..."

CUNO - "Listen! Listen!" He stops you. "Cuno doesn't care about this small-time shit. Just listen -- Cuno saw what you did there. Dumpster diving. Sad shit."

"Cuno could hook you up with some sweet rags. Shit like Cuno's wearing." He points to his pants. "Your size, good price, 500 reál."

"Wait - I asked you what happened to *his* clothes. You must have seen them lying around?"

"Alright, entertain me -- what's so great about these pants?"

"No. Cuno, you don't know anything about the tampering I'm investigating, and I already have pants."

CUNO - "Look, Cuno ain't seen shit lying around, 'cept for that f****t up there." He points to the cadaver. "Now you want performance gear or not, grandpa?"

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant remains silent, but his expression couldn't say *I told you so* any louder.

2. "Alright, entertain me -- what's so great about these pants?"

CUNO - "Pig, these are FALN *Modulars*! Liquid fit, performance crotch, urban survival shit! Made in Mirova... by scientists. *Pants* scientists."

"Believe it, you *need* this shit..." He unzips his jacket to give you a quick peek at the plastic-wrapped pants. They are graphite-black and look brand new.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Trivial: Success] - These could drastically improve your chances of survival in the urban wilderness.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - Coach Physical Instrument endorses these pants. They are tartan-ready.

3. "I might be interested in the pants. Let's talk about this later."

CUNO - "All right, piggo!" His face lights up. "Shit's rolling."

CUNOESSE - "Don't do business with the pig, Cuno! He's gonna steal all your money, Cuno!"

New task: Buy FALN pants from Cuno

CUNO - "As you can see..." Cuno nods towards the fence. "Cuno and C don't trust you. Can't do business without trust."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - There's more to his distrust than being a *pig*. He feels threatened by something obscure in you. What that is, however, remains a puzzle for now.

"There was also a mug in the trash." (Show him the mug.)

CUNO - "The fuck? A *mug* in the trash? Is this about the fucking clothes again?"

"Yes. Does this racist mug have anything to do with it?"

"Yes. Does this adequate depiction of a South-Samaran man have anything to do with it?"

"Yes, does this quaint, better-not-taken-out-of-its-historical-context mug have anything to do with it?"

"Actually, talking about this makes me uncomfortable. Let's back up a notch."

CUNO - "Yeah, Cuno sees where this is going. Cuno's got that fast-brain," he whispers excitedly. "You saying you pigs are after the mug fucker -- coz he's the clothes fucker..."

CUNOESSE - "Can't hear you, Cuno! Speak louder, Cuno!"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Cuno. Someone has tampered with the crime scene, cleaned some of it up."

CUNO - "Shit, that's tense..." He thinks for a moment. "Someone's going to the beatdown-basement, huh? Mug-guy gonna get tied to the radiator." He nods in approval.

"Cuno doesn't know who put that shit in there. And if he did, he wouldn't squeal. But if you find out, maybe you can..."

CUNOESSE - "Stop turning into a pig, Cuno! They're trying to get you hooked on the snitching!" She lets out a hiss, even meaner than before. "Get away from my Cuno, f****ts!"

CUNO - "Yeah!" Cuno jumps back. "Get your bacon shit away! Cuno doesn't like to be seen with the popo. Get your shit done and out of Cuno's face!"

+5 XP

3. "I might have questions later. For now, let's talk about something else."

CUNO - "Yeah, whatever. Cuno doesn't give a shit." He spits over his shoulder, then looks back up at you.

We now have the option to buy the FALN pants from Cuno - for 15 reál, not 500. We don't have that money, so that's all we can do here for now.

Our next highest vote was to explore behind the crime scene, so I start to head back towards the bookstore.

MAIL COLLECTION BOX - The dented yellow mailbox greets you with it's graffito and bullet holes in the front.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #cunoesse #cuno

[suzannahnatters]

MOON LOVERS: SCARLET HEART RYEO has deaded me and I've never been so happy about it

EUN!!!!

I'm not okay.

of course So was always going to make this choice, and I suppose it's hard to just opt out of a system when you and everyone you care about it trapped inside it, but there tragedy is definitely HERE

oh heck no, did he just lie to her? after promising he wouldn't?? and when the real thing he used as an excuse was a genuine point of conflict that could have served the writers just as well???

everything was going so WELL

Jung has no damns left to give either :3

big fan of the way nobody's wearing pastel robes anymore, they're all in black and guyliner

cept Baek Ah, please stay alive my child

dying over the internal thematic resonance here. So wants to be king so he won't be someone's killer anymore. but if you take the throne you have to be willing to throw everyone else away. And that's what he's already done to our girl, as happened to Lady Oh before her

taking the throne is the leading cause of insanity in this kingdom, looks like

ok they actually resigned me to the Break Her Heart To Save Her bit by downplaying it a whole lot and justifying it pretty well. it's still not my favourite & it IS cruddy of him to lie but also the king IS very actively using her to control him.

most of the time this trope happens I'm like "in what universe does this even make sense" but in this case, well it's a stupid decision but one I can actually imagine making

So explains why he wants the throne: at first he just wanted to protect the people he loved but now he wants to FIGHT THE SYSTEM, YEAH

*cough* or make things better for the normies

she's 100% Ophelia but he's better than Hamlet so I support him tbh

it's on, even Baek Ah is in armour now

not so evil queen gets the thesis statement: you must throw away love in order to gain the world

aaaaaaaaaaaAAaaaaAAAAAaaahhh

did...did our girl poison king Guyliner (no but it was convenient yes?)

what was in the letter

our girl getting to be the first to acclaim the new king yessss

well HECK the throne-induced insanity is setting in quick this time

I repent, I repent, he should have listened to our girl T_T

astrologer is Concerned and so am I

I'm so happy for Rebel Princess getting to stab someone at last

augh Wook very correctly points out to our girl that she's stuck by So as he makes the same decision Wook did

and then she retorts that at least he was honest about it with her

well played and game over

oh no I knew it wasn't good that she was clutching her heart

the sheer stress of the lifestyle is getting to her...the way it did to Lady Oh

and our girl's protege Chae Ryung is in love with a prince, it's all starting another tragic cycle huargh

fascinating how the back half is contextualising the show's treatment of the original king.

I hate that it went easy on him, but it quickly started to be apparent that the king is similarly caught in the system as everyone else. one person wanting to change isn't enough.

this show is so much more complex than I gave it credit for!

well I have a three page list of Reasons Why Marrying Princess Smirks-a-Lot is NOT Good Realpolitik

oh the pain is ON now our boy is making a whole parade of bad decisions and the show...isn't letting him off for them?

like, it's showing him yielding to the pressure of the system but also our girl takes a good long hard look at him and...

is this show going to Do The Thing

couples who pledge love over this swimming pool never end well, goodbye Baek Ah

no this is almost worse, Baek Ah gets to live in the most heartbroken manner possible

meanwhile So is gradually losing the bits of his humanity one by one T_T

SHRIEK

Jung just came to get our girl in the dumbest way possible, this is why you do not ask the general to rescue you from the deadly court

WOOK, DID YOU JUST DO SOMETHING LEGITIMATELY UNSELFISH

oh the sad king lurking in Jung's garden all eaten up with jealousy is the BEST THING and totally what he deserves

oh I LOVE this - our girl makes sure Chae Ryung's last letter gets to Won ahhhhh

the actor for Wook has just done an amazing job of visibly aging from 20 to 50 before our eyes, and he's done it all with facial expressions and body language

our girl has made it back YESS

and left history a little better in her wake

that rates as a happy ending in my book

THEY DID THE THING

I NEVER THOUGHT THEY WOULD BUT THEY DID

IT'S OPHELIA IN ANCIENT GORYEO

look idk what I expected from a story about a modern girl going back in time to charm 8 cute princes but it sure wasn't a brutal Shakespearean tragedy about power corrupting even the truest love

10/10 perfect ending, no notes. Bittersweet, agonising, fitting, PERFECT.

review to come

#kdrama #korean drama #scarlet heart ryeo #moon lovers scarlet heart ryeo #sageuk

[floofyboi57]

Asc rewrite where the name legacy thing with Nightheart just doesn’t happen (cept he was named Flint(suffix) to keep the F name theme SparkLark did and it fits his coat. I saw this by a user who I can’t remember the name of so I don’t take credit for this). He’s still a selfish jerk, but he’s just like that. He’s reckless and unknowingly toxic to others (like Bayshine and Finchlight). He fails his assessments cause of his recklessness and desire for glory (major main character syndrome).

And at the gathering he gets confused why no one likes him cause he’s so “awesome and cool”. After being kicked out of almost every group of cats he can talk to, he ends up sitting near the newly made medicine cat apprentice, Frostpaw. With his ego punched down a ton he ends up talking with her and actually enjoys her company (they’d have a sibling relationship in this rewrite, no romance. Ew).

Flintpaw gets called out on his recklessness from Frost and passes his third assessment cause of him getting called out for this. He has Frost to thank so he does interrupt the naming ceremony to request he be named Flintblizzard.

“Uhhh….why?”

“Sounds cool :3”

So he’s excited to tell Frostpaw at the next gathering, only to be sad when she’s not there. He decides to sneak out and check Riverclan camp, blending in with his black pelt. He notices the cats there look frazzled, like they don’t know what to do. He also notices Mistystar isn’t there- or the deputy. Or Frostpaw. He gets worried and does some detective work, tracking Frostpaw’s scent to the moonpool where he finds Splashtail waiting outside of it.

He gets suspicious, but doesn’t say anything. Instead he follows them back to Riverclan and talks with Frostpaw when she goes back to her den.

First he gets smacked upside his head for following her, which he apologizes for, then after pinkie swearing (or the cat equivalent of that) she tells him what’s going on. Flintblizzard is worried for his sister, going through this at such a young age that he wants to go to Riverclan to watch over her and make sure she’ll be ok. Especially since he doesn’t trust Splashtail.

Now the official new code put up says a cat can leave for non romantic reasons (says “A warrior or medicine cat may switch their allegiance from one Clan to another but must meet a set of conditions”), but I don’t see Riverclan taking Flintblizzard even if he had a forbidden mate. So I can just see him sneaking out of camp to check up on Frostpaw and her hiding him.

Obviously this gets him in hot water with Thunderclan and with Finchlight cause why is he sneaking out and not coming back til late, especially when he’d gotten better behavior wise. He only confides in Bayshine about this, telling him he has a friend in Riverclan he’s worried about. He doesn’t tell him about Riverclan’s situation cause he promised Frostpaw. Bayshine at first thinks his “friend” is a secret mate until Flint tells him “Ew, no! She’s like a sister to me bro-“ so he drops that theory quickly.

Flintblizzard tells him that this kid makes him want to do better. And he’s worried about her. Actively worried. He doesn’t know if she’ll be safe, so Bayshine decides to cover for him. This in turn makes them closer and have a much better friendship. An even one. A healthy one.

And I feel that’s where River would end off in terms of Flint/Night’s pov there. I have yet to read Sky, but when I do I’ll post that rewrite of his arc in there. I really like the rewrites where Nightheart and Frostpaw have a sibling dynamic so I wanna throw my hat into the ring for that

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #nightheart #frostpaw #rewrite au #asc

[chillychive]

 Episode 5 

Poor michael… poor paul. This opening is uniquely devastating.

Ah gosh michael is dealing with so much right now.

And to make matters worse, now her 2nd foster mother from another universe showes up

Not georgiou hissing at michael when she called section 31 a snakepit

I love paul. So much. 

This just keeps getting worse for michael! Now her ex who she has a super awkward relationship with is back. ‘Cept now he’s a spy!

Ahh paul’s face i will cry. 

Oh damn. That’s what happened to the glenn. Oh god.

Nooooooo oh my gosh poor hughhhhhh. 

This EPISODE oh my GOSH

I forgot to write- i was sobbing dont mind me. 

That was amazing. I’m crying.

This ending is actually so sad for tilly, because she’s always felt alone and for a moment she wasn’t but she had to give it up out of love.

#star trek discovery #discovery rewatch #michael burnham #paul stamets #mirror!georgiou #section 31 #hugh culber #ash tyler #sylvia tilly

[jennrypan]

Sorry for not making it clear but what i meant is that this show didn't develop their female character properly by the writing. Your point sometime female character doesn't need to be revelant to the plot i agree sometime yes but there's also sometime where the female character need to shine

millie we never got any episode center around her character and her personality also character being moxxie wife. Millie she's voiced by a black woman

stella not only that she's inconsistent but her potrayal as abuser is really problematic. I believe they have no intention to make her character interesting. Also just because stella and stolas don't love each other doesn't mean stolas cheating is justified. Woman in the relationship always get the blame when their male partner cheated

verosika her design wasn't too bad and let me tell you this marinette VA voice this character. Verosika it's shpwn us that blitzo is a shitty boyfriend toward verosika so why not shown us that how their relationship was and validated her anger toward blitzo

Loona i will be honest she's not a great character at all Kat elliot from wendell and wild is her but with more better writing and character arc

Octavia poor kid have to deal with unhealthy marriage between stolas and stella. I get it stolas trying he's best but it's the bare minimum beside stolas really need to control he's hornyness around octavia she doesn't need to see that. Octavia she's actually can be a great character but the show doesn't put enough screentime for her

Oh no you phrased it well!! My point wasn't exactly to your statement, I was just saying it lol--

(Also ye I know Millies voiced by a black woman and Marinettes VA is Verosika! I love it so much--)

And you do make great points but the way I see it, I like the way Millie is, she's chaotic and always willing to give a helping hand, she's a secondary character, and with Stella, I like that she's a bitch and she's snooty, should Stolas have cheated? No, he could've gone about it differently but they're demons, demons don't exactly have morals so they do fucked up shit so of courses he gonna swing to the far left and make everything worse, they are a terrible couple and they should've never had this dispute in front of their younger daughter

Verosika has every right to hate Blitzo and I LOVE THAT, clearly she loved him (she has his name tattooed on her like) and he clearly fucked up!! I really like the fact that she genuinely seemed to love him, but then he screwed it up by being himself. I would love to see a flashback to them dating though, I wanna see what he did and see her reaction (I really like character expressions so I wanna see her like. Angry/sad??) Also..I wanna see more Verosika in general

And with Loona she's kinda okay for me?? Cuz I don't really dig too deep in what she says, cuz I'm very..okay with this Show 😭 Like I know she's not everyone's favorite but I like her tbh, (I like all the characters cuz they're all literally pieces of shit, like all of them cept for Octavia obvi) she's just there for me

Also OCTAVIA DESERVES TO BE IN A BETTER ENVIRONMENT!! Stolas is trying but he's still fucking it up!! Him publicly fighting Stella and being stuck on Blitzo in front of his daughter isn't great! He does clearly love her but still, its not healthy for kids to see how much their parents hate each other, also! I wanna see Stella's relationship with her daughter, I wanna see how they speak to each other, how Stella feels about her?? Like we can speculate and I've seen fanart that either make Stella a terrible mother or she tries to be good for Octavia (personally love that one better cuz it gives Stella nauce and heart. Like she's a bitch but she does love her daughter above all else)

Like. These characters could be expended on more but I'm more so interested in Stella and Octavias whole thing?? I LOVE Millie sm but those situations interest me more-

#j.p speaks #helluva boss #i still havent watched the last episode haha-- #and i wont cuz im lazy 💔 #im so luke warm on character analyse for them?? #i think im expecting so little into this show character wise it doesnt surprise me if its lacking 😭 #not to say its a bad show #i still like it but lmao

[seyaryminamoto]

Your entries for the sokkla saturdays are always so good. It makes me wonder: which one is your favorite entry for each of the last three years you participated?

Haha, I was actually thinking about this for the last Fic-to-Art I did. I kind of picked my favorite stories in order to draw them as the representatives from each... anthology? Compendium? Whatever the right name for it might be xD

Anyway... here we go. The full list of Seyary's favorite stories of my Sokkla Saturday entries, starting in 2020:

Matching Heartbeats (2020)

It's difficult to really rank this one fairly because I admit, at the start I had no idea what I was doing. It was meant to be a week-to-week concept and I definitely started very lighthearted, but by week 3 I was going a little crazy with stories and I suddenly found myself building huge stuff I absolutely wasn't trying to go for at first x'D sooo... unfortunately the first two stories, which were the ones I was most easygoing with, wouldn't be at the top here even if I don't think they're bad, actually. They're just not as thoroughly fleshed out, I'd say. So anyway, ranking the whole thing now...

Yakuza AU (Azula and Sokka are in rival Yakuza clans)

"I melt in your hands" (Azula captured by the Gaang AU)

Making a deal (Azula and Sokka work together to stop an assassin in Ba Sing Se's Palace)

Loyalty (Dark Ursa AU)

Sokkla is painful for Zuko (Zuko is enlightened by a dream that convinces him that Sokka and Azula are the perfect match for each other)

Arranged Marriage-Touch (War ends 20-ish years earlier AU)

Lost in a forest and feelings (Sokka and Azula reconnect over a trip to find Space Sword)

"As if that would ever happen" (A scene of Azula and Sokka talking briefly before the birth of their second child)

"I lost my clothes and need to borrow yours" (Sokka and Azula start a somewhat-secret relationship in Republic City)

Boy that was not easy xD I actually feel like 5-7 are all tied, to a fault. They're all pretty fun to revisit whenever I want to, but I guess the four at the top win for me. Yakuza AU is definitely my absolute favorite from 2020, though. It just never gets old for me.

Underneath Starlit Skies (2021)

Now, this time I was ambitious purposefully... and I paid for it through making even bigger stories than before :'D to be fair, I was already writing Gladiator Part 3 at the time and Underneath Starlit Skies really helped me regain my mojo so I could energize myself and keep going with my big fic. So! What shall my ranking look like now...?

Wounded (Yakuza AU sequel)

Happy Family (... Yeah, well, I'm just gonna whistle innocently now...)

Body Swap AU (... self explanatory?)

Each other's punishment (Antarctica AU)

Jealousy (Band AU)

Prince Sokka, Peasant Azula (Dragon Age: Origins AU)

TDOBS: Sokkla happens (Azula captured by the Gaang AU sequel)

Pregnancy (Dark Ursa AU sequel)

Meeting the in-laws (War ends 20-ish years earlier AU sequel)

I admit, the sequels from this year were a lot of fun to write but the new ideas I had for stories just took over me, big time...

... 'cept for Yakuza AU because that one just drives me crazy. I admit I think it's possibly the strongest AU in all of my Sokkla Saturdays entries, though I can't pretend to be objective enough to say for certain, haha. Anyway, I liked the sequel even more than I liked the original and that's saying a lot, considering the first entry for Yakuza AU is my favorite for 2020 :'D And yeah, the Happy Family situation was way too entertaining to write, all those family dynamics were a thrill to explore when I finally had a chance to. Then, the body swap AU was such a strange way to get out of my comfort zone, but it worked fairly well and I really enjoyed it because of that. Very introspective even in all its ridiculousness, haha.

Leap of Faith (2022)

Oh, boy. I really wanted to make more sequels this year. Which might look like a weird thing to say considering how I haven't ranked my sequels all that high, but I really did want to. It's kinda sad to me that I could only do it with two stories when there were so many that required them... but let's hope the prompts are better for sequels in the future, huh?

Alright, and so...

Toph matchmaking Sokkla (Sokka and Azula work together to stop a conspiracy to kill Zuko... in a rather unconventional way)

"Blue looks good on you" (Sokka and Azula are agents of the White Lotus)

College AU (D&D AU)

Each other's firsts (Childhood friends/basketball AU)

Caught off-guard (... ehem. Again, I'll just whistle innocently here...)

Academic rivals (Azula and Sokka attend Ba Sing Se University)

Sokka dresses Azula (Dragon Age: Inquisition AU, sequel to Dragon Age: Origins AU)

Falling in love (Ursa doesn't erase her memories but changes her face anyway and comes back to the Palace as a servant AU)

Flustered Azula (Antarctica AU sequel)

... I admit this one feels a little deceptive X'D some of the lower rated ones were actually pretty solid entries but I have no idea what the hell was going on with my emotional state at the time. Even upon revisiting them, I wound up thinking the story had turned out to be a looot better than I thought it was upon writing it, and yet something about how I felt while writing those chapters just didn't feel entirely smooth, somehow.

ANYWAY! Doesn't change the fact that Toph matchmaking Sokkla has ended up becoming one hell of a favorite for me. Even then, it's kind of difficult to argue that it's my absolute favorite because "Blue looks good on you" absolutely took over my life and ran away with me. And College AU makes me laugh like such an idiot every time I revisit it, too. So while I thought I might not have that much to offer this year because the prompts reeeeally didn't allow me to work with a lot of sequels, I ended up finding some ideas I wound up obsessed with X'D so I really can't complain about what I managed to make this year.

Anyway, this is my personal ranking for all my stories since 2020. I really don't think I was majorly dissatisfied with any entry because, if I had been, I outright wouldn't have posted them :'D I do think my first two entries for 2020 are the weakest of the lot since I really hadn't committed to coming up with major stories at the time, and I really thought I'd take this event easy... :'D oh, what a summer child I was. Fast forward a few weeks later and I was possessed by the wild need to tell the Yakuza AU as best as I could and mourning the fact that it had ended too soon x'D

If you have your own favorites, feel free to share too! It's always great fun to know about the impact my stories have had on readers, especially the rarer ones that seem to fly under the radar. I learned about two years ago that some readers reeeally loved my White Lotus International Games story, and I actually had thought that one had just gone completely unnoticed, and this year, a lot of people were thrilled to see an artwork depicting The Love Advisor's scene of Azula and Sokka reading their tragic romance book together xD so yeah, if you want to talk about the stories you liked, feel free to share your thoughts! :D

#anon #my stories #that was kinda fun to do #even if a little stressful #I think I do love them all #but some are just special for my twisted heart #yakuza AU has no business taking over my heart as easily as it does #but it just does #I love it #... and then ambassador Azula/councilman Sokka tearing down the Golden Suns? #I'm a simple woman with simple needs #I just need Sokkla being insanely fun together #there that's it

[askthejourneysgang]

*Sent on another reused TM Disc, the video is of a Mew wearing a blue scarf.*

“Hello there! I’m Mew of the Expedition Society, well more like an honorary member. Ryan said that a human trainer named Goh was interested in Mews like me. So I thought I would give you a run down of my abilities and some my technical ‘pred–dee-censor’ used. For one thing, Past Mew was able to call Ryan—the human—that is to our world over a thousand years ago. ‘Cept they weren’t turned into Chespin just yet. They came here and helped battle a big bundle of Dark Matter alongside past Mew.

Dark Matter was a big puddle of sad-mad emotions from all the Pokémon in the world. So past Mew and Ryan couldn’t defeat it fully back then. My ancestor had to make some plans to safeguard the future which included sending his spirit into when Dark Matter would be active again… As a baby Mudkip who didn’t share any of the legendary’s memories.

She was named Lucky and became quite the troublemaker. Ryan, on the other hand, chose to have their memories erased so past mistakes were avoided. The world nearly ended three times before Ryan appeared. One was a meteor stopped by Team Gotcha on the Air Continent, two was the Planet being paralyzed in time by Team Frost Heart, and the third was a fraction of Darm Matter who became an evil snowflake that showed Kyurem a really bad future which the Hope (or Team Paradise) stopped.

Dark Matter came back and infected our worlds Tree of Life which represents the lifeblood of the entire planet. It’s also an actual tree with rainbow leaves rather than crystal. It semi-mind controlled a few Pokémon including Yveltal who all could turn Pokémon to stone to fuel strife. The negative blob uprooted the Tree trying to send us all into the sun. Lucky accepted Dark Matter, Ryan explained we Pokémon tend to have trouble working through negative feelings, so it stopped being a con-sense-ness.

So that’s time travel, spirit projection, also thousand year lasting barrier creation keyed into a specific person’s spirit…. I have the standard Mew abilities though I am apparently much stronger physically compared to past Mews. At least from what Xerneas tells me. Mister Nuzleaf and the Beheeyem got a taste of that when they took me to that weird spirit cave. (To get Lucky back when she completed Past Mew’s goal of getting rid of Dark Matter. She disappeared for a few months, which upset Ryan a bunch)

I’m still working out the turning invisible thing. I turn my eyes reflective and get blinded, at least that’s what Latias and Latios say I get stuck on. Also! If you ever need to be rescued or need help with something big, Ryan said you can use the iron Expedition Society Badge sent with this message to put a signal through to the Pokémon Nexus. It should get through since we tested this in Ultra Space with Solgaleo Nebby.

Lucky said she’s a full mudkip genetically so she kinda doesn’t count on your Pokédex things. And I am to ‘not let any sort of ball come in contact with my body’ if I visit you guys. I’m happy to provide my services as a move tutor if you want, transforming has its perks in this business.”

*There’s a grayish badge that looks like a pokeball with wings on the side. Six circle indents are along the Pokéball part. The middle seems to be able to press down.*

Ash: You guys have a Nebby, too? So cool! (though actually, it might be the same Nebby...)

Goh: Damn, I was itching to throw a pokéball at you I MEAN, HAHAHA, ignore that!

Well, regardless, I'm sure your services will come in handy when I catch my Mew or if I ever am badly in need of a move for some future mission!

Ash: ...I want to press the badge

Goh: Ash, no! What if we end up sent to that alternate, pokémon-only world?

Ash: Badge shiny

Goh: That's not a good reason to take unnecessary risks, Ash. Come on, now

Ash: Oh, fine 😔

#roleplay #ask reply #ask blog #ash ketchum #ash pokemon #trainer ash #trainer satoshi #satoshi #satoshi pokemon #gou #goh #gou pokemon #goh pokemon #trainer gou #trainer goh #ask the journeys gang #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon anime #pokeani #anipoke #pokemon journeys

[itsnotmandatorybee]

March 3, 2024

Sunday

11:49 AM

Whenever I see posts of peeps here talking 'bout rants in life, I just shrug my shoulders and try to care a bit, but to repremind this as I don't want to fake thingys; I don't put myself in a situation where I should worry about others 'cause I have my own sh*ts and takeaways.

Not until the moment when I realized I have no support system outside of work! I have friends to talk to about everything from songs and romances to ways to cook pasta, and I don't have this one particular thing:

I had this friend living in Manila, and we don't worry that much 'bout our future. I came across the window pane while Mt. Arayat's a few miles away, and I thought of being an accomplished theologian with a small plain and hut near my hometown, and wait 'til I'll cough what should I cough for the very last time. I only want to have a cat comfortably sitting with me in a bamboo chair under the tamarind tree that can withstand any storm. I'll keep my notes in a notebook and make a dying wish.

He smiled and laughed, but I knew he knew I thought of that seriously. That's what I also thought of 'til the moment I saw him in a red shirt and blue jeans, inside the bus, heading somewhere, fearlessly nudging those predicaments we had, waving good-byes.

I had weird choices, but I really know what's best for me. It's sad to say that the most beautiful things and lessons I want in life are felt and never seen. I had it first with a kiss from the man I loved while my eyes were closed. I had 'em when it's dark, and those eigengraus form roses swirling in motion. I had them when there's nothing left in me 'cept the ukulele, and I feel the wind in the heat of the afternoon, strumming "Happier Than Ever" by Billie Eillish.

Not to mention, it's been almost a decade since my father died, but I'm still mourning 'cause I wish I had his strength and courage; I'm still young, and he was young when he left us. He might despise me from heaven for not giving myself a chance to forgive. All I had was a patched-up memory inside the two-sided pockets of his light blue jacket, but I can't say sorry to myself 'cause I wore it without any reason why I should do it.

And how can I say sorry to my laptop, it's not working. My stuff from school, and old photographs are kept on that jurrasic-old device with smash hits from Tom Jones, Engelbert Humperdinck, ABBA, Boney M., and Paul Anka. It's different from what I listen to from Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, Elina, and others in a way that I can't see their songs listed in the karaoke songbook 'cause they're not popular, some not even reaching a million streams on Spotify.

The one particular thing I'm talking about is that, I don't have what I really need, and people don't have what I already had or experienced.

I want handwritten letters, not a treat in a café, 'cause I literally had a Milo earler.

I want anyone's recorded songs, not a long list of playlists, 'cause there's only a few years left for me to listen to everything.

I don't need those sugarcoated stories while seeing myself wearing long sleeves. It's fun to have rants while wearing my rugged-like shirt, 'cause that's what makes me comfortable!

It's better to tell me how strong your fart is, how low your patience is, how bad your handwriting is, how delusional you are, and how stupid you are to bet on your regrets.

Before, I've been telling everybody that life's perfect, but we can live a life that is almost-perfect. I was wrong.

I can only achieve an almost-perfect life if I am constantly true in the way I move and talk to everybody, and true to myself in saying that I don't need anybody. I want it that no one should approve of what I'm saying, 'cause it's actually the difference and the remainder that make life more interesting.

 I've forgotten this word in my vocabulary for so long, but I should keep it on my note:

Antonym.

[legendaryinternetpersona]

The more time goes on the more i realize just *how dirty* i was done, and instead of making me angry anymore it just makes me bone deep sad for him that he was so terribly broken, still, even after all that love i poured into him. Only truly sick, broken people are capable of inflicting all of what he did, to anyone, much less to the person he claimed to love. It's no wonder he was in perpetual agony with his headache, the guilt must have been overwhelming. Good thing his family got him on meds and a lawyer to absolve him of all shame and win him victimhood and make me the victim in his story, which of course resolves the headache in him. So he claimed i caused the headache, and the seizures, because in his simple damaged mind, i did. But he intended what he did from the beginning. He told me the stories for years, i just never put it together as confessions until well after the fact. And the headaches were his knowledge of his sin. He knew what he was doing, the entire time. I remain unconvinced that he actually blacked out, at any point, or that he doesn't remember every incident in HD detail. I have no violent designs upon my ex husband. I pray for his perfect healing and perfect, crystal clear, accurate memories of what he has done and said to myself and my children. I want him to think about what he's done. And i want him to feel guilt and shame for it and resolve to correct the situation and not treat people like that anymore. But he won't. It's much easier to make me the bad guy and gaslight my children to believe the same. To steal my journal with all that contemporary historical evidence of his misdeeds. To use 25yo psych records from when i was 14 years old against me. To put hands on me in anger and wake me up with screaming and yelling at my children more often than not and then have the temerity to take video of my reaction to these things, point the finger, and call *ME* crazy. It takes a special level of twisted to do all that to a person who *genuinely* loved and adored you. You have to be exceedingly sick, on a deep fundamental level, i think, in order to be capable of walking around after having done that to someone. Idk how deep it goes, it's no longer my day to day survival to know that, but it *is* that for my children. So i have spent three years, come this February, unable to protect my children from someone whom I've witnessed behave in the most horrific,atrocious, *DANGEROUS* manner, on numerous occasions over what anyone else would consider small issues, as he has had them locked away from me behind a restraining order, gotten through disingenuous testimony and me being emotional about having been so horribly betrayed by mr walking red flag that i tried so hard to paint any color but red because i *loved him*.

So I'm sad for me and I'm sad for him and I'm sad the most for my kids that he, God only knows what he's doing/ saying... i no longer am able to anticipate what he's capable of or most likely to do next as I've seen so much horrible already i can't even anticipate his next move. And because i can't plan for it i stay in fear. I don't know what is going on with my kids, for real, likely never will. I fully expect the youngest will be dead before the end of high school, likely by his own hand, because of what his father has done. And then everyone will blame me, again, and it *would* be my fault because i never should have been there in the first place. I should have had more respect for myself in the very beginning.

I love and adore my children, i wish, so much, I'd been able to see how i was failing them *as* i was actually failing them more clearly/ earlier and had made different choices. The whole thing really would have benefited from more mindfulness. I should have been paying better attention to the red flags and to my intuition. I lost so much leaving that man, and there was never any need for any of it cept for his meanness.

I adore my children and the world would be incomplete without them. They were supposed to be here, for something. I just hate that it starts out so hard for them, i wanted better, for them. I want better for everyone.

I should have listened to God all those years ago and not chased boys. I really did have daddy issues, and I thought i needed a man to tell me what/ how to be because that's what was ingrained. And daddy wasn't worried about if i won or lost as far as i could tell, but it turns out that he's actually autistic and it was never about me. 🙃

My hunger for stability will never be satisfied externally, and those who were supposed to demonstrate this ability for me in my formative years were unable to do so. I must build my own stability, from scratch, with zero experience or personal guidance in this matter, whilst surrounded by deeply chaotic situations and people, and buffeted by extreme emotions from within and without. At least my own kids will have something to model off of, once I'm there, and once I'm allowed around them again.

Yay, fun. I also signed up to film myself doing all the parts of a play, for fun.

#breaking the cycle #healing journey #abuse recovery #saving the world #writing #writers on tumblr

[imlitterallyfullofpoison]

Well I’m still here. I’d ask if its sad that I dread waking each morning but well what the fuck else is the point of this place. 10hours work work work. Force myself to “relax” for an hour or two pretend I lost track of time as 4 am gets closter and closer. Didnt you hear sleep deprivation is the hottest self harm. No scars… cept the rings under my eyes I guess. Nearly couldent make rent this month. That was scary. I’m still getting over that anxiety.

Mom and the nutjob moved out east to Nova Scotia. I fear for her health around him. He attacked me while I was cooking and had a knife I worry what he would do to her if he ever snapped. I just hope it never happens but the thought diggs through the back of my skull like a parasite.

Depressions gotten worse. Doctor decided to cut me off my hrt without warning so my progress has halted. No anti depressants as well means Every day I’m fighting off that damned dread constantly. I wish Rainbow Health would hurry up and find me an actual provider I just wanna get back on my hrt…

[kelsiersshadow]

i read we hunt the flame and we free the stars too fast. i need a book circle to talk about books with cause it’s unfair that no one warned me to slow down. i’m hoping that talking about it incessantly in the foreseeable future will help cause as i’m typing this i’m sobbing. i don’t have any more to read. both of them they’re just done.

why did no one stop me

#i don’t have an eloquent bone in my entire body #the ending was absolutely great but i’m so so so sad!!! #i feel like the end of titanic when rose asks jack to come back #and her voice cracks?? #cept this is actually making me sad #im not even a little bit ready for this to be over #book talk #the amount of time actual physical tears have left my body my entire life is less than the amount of days in a month #and i’m blubbering like a baby because i have to just...be done #there’s no more the characters aren’t with me anymore they’re literally part of my past #i want to brain wipe myself and reread but guess what #i’d still go way too fucking fast #cause i have no self control and am DUMB

[kashimos-hajime]

homestretch of the hard times | g.t.

summary: the eve days of your potential death kinda spurns things to move forward: for takemura, it means confessions. for you, it means making exceptions. and drinks. ‘cause takemura’s the pickiest fucking eater you’ve ever met.

WARNINGS: small spoilers for act 1 of cyberpunk 2077 and references to non-spoiler texts between takemura and v, just fluff, small angst, swearing, idk what else is going on so if there are actual spoilers thats completely coincedental ndlnskfsldnf pairing: goro takemura x fem!street-kid!v word count: 2.6k

a/n: so cdpr did us dirty for not allowing us to romance him (to my knowledge) but he has my mind, heart and everything else so :) listened to the bones by maren morris w/ hozier

part of the tales of a two-bit thief series

It starts with something straight out of a romance movie: A car crash, saving each other’s lives (well, him more than you) and “Wait, V, I need you.”

You don’t know how you got here, to be precise. There were a chain of events, some absolutely stand up fucking moments on your part, and just… fuckery. So much fuckery and life went to shit.

All you know is the ticking time bomb’s only ticking louder and at this point, the only thing that can silence it at all is the man beside you. Not even the meds Misty gave you can help you now. 

You’re sitting in his car because you called him and he had answered and now… now they’re on one of the off ramps looking over Night City like they own the fucking place.

Maybe you did, once. Ha, maybe back when everything seemed more job to job and not life to life. For a moment, maybe you were in the big leagues.

Takemura doesn’t say anything, even though you can tell he wants to. His hair still pulled into that man bun, collared shirt with not a single wrinkle in sight. Weird how he never looks out of place, not really. Not even with the car crash. Shit, he always looked good.

You think you’re actually gonna miss that. That one semblance of someone being put together that gave you the hope that maybe you could stick it too.

You think you’re gonna miss a lot of things about him—from his stupid complaints about the food here, to his stupid random philosophy texts in the day, to the fact that he eats the ramen you buy anyway without complaint, even though it’ll never compare to what he has in Japan.

The thought that counts.

They don’t even have the radio on, just the dim lights of the car, a window rolled down. You don’t smoke but you feel like you should be tapping a cig either way. You haven’t had the time to just fucking breathe—not with Silverhand breathing down your neck, corpo rats swarming you on all sides. 

Everyone wants a piece of you, it feels like. 

You look at Takemura.

Almost everyone.

“Thank you,” you tell him quietly, with difficulty. It’s hard to get through your words without thinking Silverhand’s behind your back, mocking you. You’re so fucking tired. “It hasn’t been easy.”

He doesn’t respond. He’s too busy looking at one of the cars nearly collide with a pedestrian. You could’ve laughed. You used to make fun of the shitty drivers in Night City, knowing full well you’re one of them.

You get chased by a couple of cops, rules start to bend.

You used to wonder why you never left.

Then, you actually left, and you realized that hell, you can take the person out of Night City—can’t take the Night City out of a person.

Atlanta fucking sucked, but maybe you should’ve stayed there.

But then, a tiny voice whispers as you look out the window to the fresh night wind. You never would’ve met him.

It’s funny, you think. To come back and get a brain tumour in the shape of a rocker who can’t fucking touch anyone who loves him, who he loved, only for you to fall in love with a corpo you can’t fucking touch at all because… because there is no time left. It just isn’t fair.

“I used to be a corpo kid,” you confess, looking at him with a wry smile again. That catches his attention. He looks at you with those eyes that scrutinize you, interrogate you, peel you apart to your bare essentials and you have to look away before you can’t control your face anymore. God fucking damn it. “Not when it mattered, obviously, but… I remember what it was like. Grew up hating every single on of them.”

“Your parents were Arasaka?”

“Mhm. Security division.” It’s like your eyes are magnetic to his because when you blink, you find yourself regarding him again. Your fingers play at your lips. “Counterintelligence. I was supposed to go into that, too. Big dreams.” 

“I see.”

“Yeah, then my parents were tried for treason and murdered, so I got thrown out. That’s it.” Your hand falls away. You pick at the chipped nail polish on your thumb. “Never told anyone that. ‘Cept…” Jackie. Well, he’s fucking dead, now. “‘Cept you, now, I guess. Guess some corpos aren’t so bad.”

The corner of his mouth pinches up like he’s flattered and you can’t help the pleased warmth spreading through your chest. 

“Should I be honoured I am one of the few exceptions you have made?”

“Well, I don’t make exceptions often, so…” You grin slyly. He looks away just as you catch a flash of his smile growing. It’s a nice smile. You wish you saw it more often before the end of the road. Maybe it’s one of the regrets you have, too. “Yeah, maybe you should feel special.”

“Hm.”

“C’mon, Takemura. Humour the walking dead, yeah?” You stretch against the leather of his car seat with a pleased sound. “I’m spending what time I have left with who I want to. Can’t ask for much better than that.” A quiet hangs in the air as you melt against the black leather and you look at Takemura who’s staring at the wheel with an intensity you don’t often see. It makes your gut squirm. 

“And I? I am one of those people?”

You lean on one hip and look at him, bending a knee and resting an ankle on your thigh. He looks at you with an uncertainty—an uncertainty you’re sure echoes in your eyes.

It was business, then it wasn’t. Maybe it never was.

“Yeah. You’re one of the few on the short list.”

“Exceptions again.”

You laugh. “Yeah. You’re an exception to most things, I think. Weird, that.”

“How so?”

“Ah, I don’t know. I’ve had family—still do, ones that matter, you know. Just… no one ever like you, Takemura. Drives me crazy.”

“The feeling is mutual. Your mocking brings you onto thin ice, V.” His fingers tap against the steering wheel. The engine’s off so it seems more fidgety than anything. Weird. You never noticed he fidgeted before. Maybe he’s nervous?

About what?

“I must ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“If you have a future, what do you see for yourself?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. You frown and pick at your flecking nail polish even more, looking at your hand and focusing more on that so you don’t have to answer your question. His eyes burn into you and you swallow, trying not to act like you haven’t thought, in regret, at night, about a hundred million fucking times the possibilities they could’ve had together.

You’re not about to say all that.

Instead: “Settling down with the family. Mama Welles, people at the Coyote.” You blatantly don’t look at him when you add, “Others. This has been enough action for a lifetime.” You rest your hands on your lap and chance a glimpse at him. He’s looking away from you, out the window on his side, and you shift in your seat. “How about you? You must’ve… had dreams. Before all this shit went down. You make it out of here and then what?”

When he looks at you, your heart nearly cracks at the sadness in his eyes. He smiles, but there is no strength, and his eyes are darker than the night surrounding them.

“I would go to the countryside, just as I’ve always wanted. Leave this, all of this, behind. Rural Japan is beautiful, so a small town would suffice where everyone knows everyone. We do favours for one another. It is community. Nothing like here.” His lips pull into a tiny frown. “When I was a younger man, I wanted a daughter,” is all he says. “I believe I could have been a great father, so perhaps… perhaps one day.”

“A daughter? Not a son?” you ask curiously, and he almost chuckles. You can’t help the faint smile on your face. 

“If my daughter grew up anything like her mother,” he explains with a slight glance towards you, “I would have more hope than a son who was like me.”

You frown.  “You’re not a bad man, Takemura. Any son like you—with your code of honour, your shitty selfie skills—no one’s gotta a chance.”

He merely scoffs in response. Again, with the you mocking him. It’s a wonder he lets you.

“But really, that sounds… nice. A daughter, a wife.” You drum your fingers against your knee and his eyes dart to yours, click like they were always destined to meet, and your lips part. Words stall on your tongue and you want to speak but in the dim lights, you are lost in the darkness of his eyes. Something comes, something goes, and you barely croak out, “Whoever marries you will have to deal with so much of your shit that the kids have to turn out alright. The complaining, for one. Picky eater for another.”

This time, he does chuckle and you swallow a breath at the sound. “Dealing with it comes with practice, V.”

“Is that so?”

“Shouldn’t you know?”

“I—“ For once, no funny retort, no witty quip shoots out of your mouth, and you realize that there is an implication—an intricate dance where they’re struggling not to step on each other’s toes and nearly failing at every turn, yet somehow, it works because they’re dancing, and it’s quiet, and it’s… it’s peaceful.

Shit, you’re getting a load of this. When’d you become a poet?

“I guess I should know,” you finally say. “Never understood why I got so giddy whenever I saw your texts, you know, seein’ your name flash on my phone.” You laugh bitterly. “Guess I know why, now.” He’s silent and you don’t look at him. You look at the dashboard where you’ve kicked your feet up a dozen times, the glove compartment that still has your sunglasses inside.

Shit.

“Thank you for everything. Shit’s a little… more bearable, I guess. When you’re around, that is.” The words come out stilted, awkward, but your heart is so heavy in your throat you feel like you’re going to choke. You look into your lap, your whole body incinerating under what you’re sure is the most judgemental glare of your life and you just hope to fucking God this man says something, does something.

Holy shit. You’re going to die of embarrassment. Didn’t even think that was possible.

Then, a loud sigh. A sigh you’ve heard often enough beside you right before a gunfight or when he has to eat the food you ordered for him or even the nights when they’re exhausted, bruised, and just plain tired right before going to sleep where they lay on the floor.

It’s exasperated, a how on earth did we get here, a very annoyed again, you’re so fucking stupid, and you’re still running through your list on what this particular sigh can mean before a hand gently takes hold of yours. Your eyes dart to his, blinking and he stares at you like you’ve just stabbed him. Your heart is fucking racing in your chest, pounding like thunder. His fingers fold over and you realize, as you interlace fingers, that his skin is burning at your touch. 

Or maybe, it’s the other way around.

They sit there in silence, not looking at one another, looking out windows, parts of the car, everything but each other, and when he squeezes your hand, you close your eyes and swallow your heart.

It’s over.

“V,” he murmurs, voice so deathly quiet and raspy in your ears that your gut clenches. You turn to watch him. “Tell me that you will not stop fighting.” You swallow your breath as his eyes flicker from your own to your parted lips. He inhales quietly and you swear you can feel his heartbeat pulsing in his fingers in your grip. “That this is not all for nothing.”

“It isn’t.“

“Then I was right.” His eyes flutter back to your gaze and he tilts his head. Wisps of fine hair escaping his manbun brush over his nose and you reach up on your own accord, swiping it behind your ear. You lean over the console, your elbow digging into the leather and, tentatively, you trail your fingers down his jaw, hold his face in your hand. “I am… what is that phrase you use so often?”

“SNAFU?”

“No.”

“Assblasted.”

“No.”

“Royally fucked?”

“We need to expand your vocabulary.” You smile nefariously as his other hand reaches for your chin. He pinches it lightly, thumb stretching up to brush over your lips and your face freezes at his touch. “But yes. Royally fucked. I wasn’t wrong when I said I needed you.”

“I think that meant a whole something else back then,” you whisper rawly and he smiles sombrely. His thumb leaves your mouth to brush your cheek, his eyes fixing on you as if he’s trying to memorize aspects of your face: the arch of your nose, the bow of your smile, the way your brow wrinkles. “Meant more business-like.”

“I did. And now, I believe the terms have changed.” He arches an eyebrow. “Are we at a mutual understanding, V?”

“Yes.” And I hate that we are. Your hand along his jaw lifts to wrap around his wrist. “Consider that feeling mutual, yeah? It goes both ways.”

“I will.” Another small smile graces his lips. It makes him look younger every time and you rub your thumb over the back of his hand. 

“Do you wanna grab something to eat before you drive me back home for some shuteye?”

“The choices here are atrocious, V.”

“Then, drinks,” you propose, letting go of his wrist. He lets go of your chin, and turning to face the front, you kick up your feet on his dash. He stares at you for a moment then sighs because there really isn’t anything he can do about it. Nor, do you think, he wants to. You squeeze his hand and send him a silly smile. “How about drinks? I wasn’t hungry anyway.”

“Are you paying?”

You eye him incredulously. “Who do you take me for? You?”

He snorts and the engine roars to life with a flick of his wrist. He grabs the wheel dominantly and you swallow at the way his fingers wrap around the handle. “The Afterlife, then?”

“Or, we could make it rustic.” You pull his hand into your lap playfully and run a thumb over his knuckles. His eyes flit over and you send him a smirk. “I know Mama Welles doesn’t like you, but the Coyote’s serving cheap. Happen to like me there.” He begins to pull out of their little overhang and he nudges their joined hands into your abdomen, silently telling you to buckle in. Rolling your eyes, you mumble out a ‘boomer’ underneath your breath before letting go of him and following orders.

He settles a hand on your thigh and squeezes. You hang an arm out the window. 

The wind’s running through the car, he has the radio on low, and they’re easing through onto the highway.

Your chest is lighter than a feather, mind’s quieter than a ghost.

You’ve seen scarier deaths, dealt a lot more. You know that silence is a bigger killer than most bullets.

But here you are now…

“I’m changing this,” Takemura says. “This music is terrible.”

…Shit, maybe life isn’t so bad, ending the way it is.

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