#essential gut friendly

[blujayonthewing]

what I need is to become the kind of person with the courage to actually sign things in purple

#it's legal and I know that and it should count as Essentially Blue for photocopy purposes and I know that also #but do I have the guts to risk A Confrontation #this is the thing-- I've just connected this while typing #I've talked about this before: the problem with being a weirdo is I'm not DOING it for attention I just wanna be allowed to get on with it #I wanna sign documents in (document friendly) purple fountain pen ink because I like purple and I like fountain pens #I just wanna indulge my little eccentricities and affectations because I like them I actually really don't wanna have to Explain them #it's a bit to the left of the same feeling of I don't wanna have to justify or defend not shaving I just wanna be allowed to exist #about me

[balletfilmss]

SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!aphrodite!reader

✸ summary: it’s not your fault that your sister’s ex boyfriend is so stuck in your head that you can think of little else but him

✸ warnings: intense makeout but nothing more

✸ a/n: ik we’re all tired of the aphrodite reader, but it’s essential to the plot 🥲 anyways, justice for my man jason, he needs more fics

You shouldn’t have been thinking about your sister’s ex boyfriend so much, and especially not like this.

Piper and Jason broke up two months ago and had both well since moved on. No hard feelings involved, just a little resolution that they were better off as friends.

It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t.

You shouldn’t have felt so bad about how much you thought about him. He was just so captivating, so beautiful. You remembered every detail Piper had ever told you about him as well as every one you had learned on your own.

The curve of his lips and the pale scar scored through them. The flex of his muscles when he trained. Those glasses that made him look unfairly attractive.

Gods, it made you so upset that you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him like this, obsessing over the fact that you couldn’t have him.

Maybe Piper wouldn’t care. Or maybe, she’d be inflamed by the fact that you’d gotten with her ex boyfriend, friendly breakup or not. There was probably some girl code about this, right?

There definitely was, and your sisters would probably have your head if they knew you were busy breaking it.

You tried your best to stay away from Jason, you really did. If you just kept your distance, you could harbor the obsession in your own mind, keep it to yourself.

But of course, the son of Jupiter just had to notice it. Notice your distance. Notice you.

It was his fault, really, what was happening. He was the one who had approached you at the campfire, his mind set on getting an answer as to why you were trying to avoid him.

He was the one who’d followed you back to the cabins when you took off. He was the one who provoked you first.

It wasn’t your fault that everything just came spilling out. All your feelings and secrets, pretty much everything short of your guts, spewed from your mouth when you just couldn’t take the questions anymore.

This was going to hurt, you knew it would. You were prepared. And maybe, you wanted to get a little hurt.

But what you weren’t prepared for was that maybe, Jason Grace was just as obsessed with you as you were with him.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it!” You had confessed, standing in front of the door to Cabin Ten. “You drive me absolutely crazy, Jay. And I’m probably just embarrassing myself, but you wanted an answer and this is it.”

Jason looked at your face and then down at the wrist he’d caught to stop you from going inside your cabin and that he was still holding onto. His skin was hot. His head was spinning.

He was standing really close to you. You let out a deep breath, preparing for a rejection that would be embarrassing as hell.

“Who says you shouldn’t?” He breathed out the question, a tempting little smile on his lips.

You looked at his lips. He looked at yours. You went for it.

You grabbed his forearm of the hand still holding onto you and yanked him forward. In a rush of adrenaline, you pushed your lips against his.

He responded immediately, hands gripping onto the sides of your waist as his lips mashed against yours feverishly.

You skin was alive with delight, your head buzzing with excitement.

You stumbled backwards and grabbed onto the doorknob behind you, the boy following blindly after you. You twisted it with one hand, pulling him closer to you by his arm with the other.

Nobody was inside, they were all still at the campfire and should be for another good hour.

You made your way inside somehow, hardly pulling yourself away from his captivity. On the other side of the cracked door, you looked up at him, a moment of hesitation.

“This is a bad idea, right?” You asked as you caught your breath, which mixed together with his.

“You think so?” he asked, pressing a quick kiss to your wet lips. Moonlight filtered in through the cabin windows and covered him in a beautiful glow.

“I don’t know,” you answered. Looking at him, nothing seemed like a bad idea. You knew he’d slept on the opposite side of one of these beds as Piper, you knew he’d once maybe loved her.

You knew all of that. He did too. But still, you couldn’t help it.

“Well I do. I know.” He said. The hand he had on you slid up your arm and over your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Damn son of Jupiter and his electricity.

He rested it against your cheek, warm and tingly against your skin. He stared at you like maybe he wanted to risk getting hurt too.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for weeks.” He confessed, his voice husk. He trailed his other hand up your arm until it mirrored his other, now holding your face between his hands. You thought you just might die on the spot.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” He asked, face so close to yours that you could almost taste him again.

Even if it was a bad idea, it’d be fine.

“Not at all.”

He pulled you in this time. He held one hand on the side of your neck, the other on your face, and kissed you with ferocity.

You let him push you back until your back hit the door, closing it fully with a satisfying click.

You pushed your lips against his hard. No amount of close was close enough. You felt dizzy, lightheaded with bliss.

Your hands slid down his abdomen to the hem of his shirt and then, underneath. Your fingers pressed against his skin, sending shivers up his spine.

You could feel a smile tug at his lips as they moved methodically with yours, right beside where his scar was.

You’d always thought about what it might feel like, and now, you were rhapsodic that you had found out.

He forced his lips away from yours and began trailing sloppy little kisses from the corner of your mouth and across your jaw, lower and lower until his lips slotted against your neck.

You tilted your head back to assist, give him more room to roam. When it knocked against the wood behind it, he brought his hand up behind your head, carefully putting a barrier between you and the door.

He moved further down your collar bone, teeth and tongue and lips all heavenly against your skin.

One particular nip provoked a gasp from you, and your nails dug into the flesh of his abdomen, leaving little crescent shapes that would be there in the morning to remind him.

No sooner did you hear voices. Outside, there were footsteps crunching against the grass and the sound of voices as campers returned from the campfire. The one time they end early.

“Jase,” you sighed, your hands crawling out from underneath his shirt, much to your dismay. “People are coming.”

He pulled away from you, looking at you with disheveled hair, swollen lips, and beautiful as ever. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing on earth, smiling at the fact he had been allowed to lay hands on you.

“You kicking me out?” He asked teasingly, voice low and insanely attractive so that it was such a shame he couldn’t stay.

“I dunno, do you want to get caught?”

“Hmm, maybe next time.”

You suppressed a smile as you pushed him towards the window at the back of the cabin. “Next time?”

“Yep,” he quipped, pushing open the glass pane and letting in the summer air. It was almost like he’d done it before. “None negotiable. You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

You breathed out a laugh as he ducked down towards the window. “Get out.”

The doorknob to the cabin twisted, and Jason pressed a chaste kiss to your head, whispered to you a goodnight, and then he was gone.

You could hear his feet hit the grass as the door swung open and in walked Piper and Drew.

“What was that?” Piper asked as you quickly slammed window shut.

“Nothing.”

#୨୧ love letters #jason grace #jason grace x fem!reader #jasongrace #jason grace imagine #jason grace imagines #jason grace x reader #jason grace smut #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #hoo #hoo x reader #pjo x reader #hoo x you #jason grace x aphrodite reader

[lunarlianna]

Part of Fortune

The Part of Fortune is an Arabic point in astrology, calculated using the Sun, Moon, and Ascendant positions. In order to see where it’s yours, I’ll say check on astro.com or astro-seek.com. On astro.com you’ll need to go on extended chart selection->additional objects-> select Pars of Fortunae and on Astro-seek.com it’ll calculate automatically once you enter your birth details. It's your personal beacon of joy and success, often related to matters like money and material well-being. This special point gains even more significance when it aligns with friendly planets like Venus and Jupiter. Your Part of Fortune sign represents qualities you should embrace for achieving your goals, and its opposite sign should be avoided for long-term success. Embodying these qualities is crucial for success, as it's a logical and unemotional indicator of prosperity and guides you toward material success and happiness in the later stages of life. Developing these traits consciously can enhance your fortune.

POF in Aries: with the Part of Fortune in Aries, your inner fire is your key to success. Embrace challenges head-on, even if you have to go it alone at times. Trust your intuition and be spontaneous in pursuing your goals. Don't let others sway you; follow your instincts. Take bold action and don't fear failure. This placement encourages you to be self-assertive, confident, and creative, finding happiness in your independent spirit. However, be cautious of letting the opinions of others block your intuition, especially with the opposite sign Libra, which might lead you astray from your true path. Your success comes when you act decisively and prioritize independence.

POF in Taurus: with the Part of Fortune in Taurus, success comes through steady, patient work. Embrace a logical, fact-based approach to tasks, even when emotions run high. When you face setbacks, regroup and persist. Stick to what you know and avoid unnecessary risks. You thrive in a calm, predictable environment, but remember that change is inevitable, so stay adaptable and trust your sense of timing. Your inner peace is a source of strength. The opposing sign, Scorpio, teaches you the importance of embracing change without fear, understanding that transformation is a natural part of life.

POF in Gemine: with the Part of Fortune in Gemini, flexibility is your path to success. Embrace change and diversity, engage with different people, and explore various perspectives. Adaptation is your key to achievement, and success often comes through a series of progressive steps. Networking plays a significant role in your journey, as you find joy and success through communication and connections. Opposite in Sagittarius, you can connect diverse ideas and people. Avoid personal judgments, embrace relative perspectives, and cultivate an open, impersonal view to foster growth and harmonious connections.

POF in Cancer: trust your gut feelings to discern what's right and avoid wasted efforts. While hard work is crucial, combining it with intuition is essential. Nurturing is your path to happiness. Your warmth and maternal instincts shine through, and you find security in building on a solid emotional foundation. Success comes from embracing the beginnings of things, whether it's a project, idea, or relationship. Avoid rushing the process; instead, nurture growth naturally. The opposing sign, Capricorn, teaches you the value of patience and flexibility in achieving your goals, reminding you that the journey is as important as the destination.

POF in Leo: your success blossoms through generosity and optimism. Lead by example rather than preaching, and infuse creativity into everything you do. Connect emotionally to your pursuits, and give without expecting anything in return. Your path to achievement lies in pouring your heart into your endeavors and inspiring others. You thrive as a center of attention, finding happiness in creative self-expression and receiving recognition for your achievements. Avoid imposing your methods on others; let them accept or reject your offerings without attachment to the outcome.

POF in Virgo: your path to success relies on order, diligence, and attention to detail. Address daily tasks promptly and logically, without feeling overwhelmed. Establish a healthy daily routine as it's essential for your success. Take time for introspection to manage sensitivity to others' energies. Avoid excessive identification with others and navigate overwhelming emotions, which may arise due to the opposing Pisces energy. Seek inner peace and truth through careful discernment and mindfulness. Your talent lies in noticing and harmonizing details, and you thrive when nurturing your well-being.

POF in Libra: success thrives through balance, tolerance, and harmonious partnerships. Avoid hasty decisions and the urge to go it alone, especially when starting out. Maintain equilibrium, cultivate diplomacy, and create win-win situations with others. Sharing and caring for those around you is vital. Find joy and success in cultivating harmonious relationships, appreciating beauty, and seeking fairness and justice. Your ability to cooperate and consider multiple perspectives is your strength. Avoid taking desires too personally and strive for a balanced, inclusive approach to decision-making.

POF in Scorpio: success comes from intuition and inner wisdom. Avoid becoming overly focused on material pursuits or status. Your ability to tap into deep, transformative energies is your strength. Trust your intuition and explore the inner meaning of things. You're drawn to exploring spiritual and occult realms. Balance your intense Scorpio energy with the peaceful stability of Taurus (the opposite sign), recognizing the importance of security but avoiding repression. Strive to use your transformative abilities for the greater good and maintain an impersonal perspective to find harmony and inner peace.

POF in Sagittarius: honesty and directness are your pathways to success. Avoid the inclination to lie or act erratically, as these behaviors won't lead to long-term achievement. Embrace adventure, explore new horizons, and immerse yourself in different cultures. Your fortune may come unexpectedly or in unexpected places. Embrace belief and faith, and don't fear taking risks for the sake of learning and adventure. Detach from concerns about what others think and focus on your passions to find joy and share it through example.

POF in Capricorn: success comes through perseverance and a focus on hard facts over emotions. Take responsibility for your path and work diligently to achieve your goals. Avoid getting bogged down by others' actions or negative emotions, as they can drain your energy. Rise above fear and doubt, stay true to your long-term goals, and maintain self-discipline. Your fortune lies in creating lasting value through hard work and dedication. Embrace the role of an authority figure in your life and society, and find joy in the slow but steady progress toward your ambitions.

POF in Aquarius: your success lies in embracing your uniqueness and unconventional approach. Avoid the temptation to seek power and recognition in a conventional manner. Instead, see your differences as neutral and revel in your individuality. Think outside the box, detach from the need for approval, and focus on contributing to your community with innovative ideas. Avoid getting wrapped up in ego-driven pursuits and recognize the power of your detachment and objectivity in freeing yourself from societal expectations. Share your unique insights and ideas to help others liberate themselves.

POF in Pisces: success comes when you embrace a detached approach to your goals. Flow with the universal energy, allowing it to guide your path without trying to manipulate or control outcomes. Be open to changes in your objectives along the way, and avoid taking things too personally, seeing them as energetic reactions rather than personal affronts. By focusing on higher ideals, imagination, and creativity, you'll find happiness and prosperity. Your intuition and connection to the unity of all beings will lead you to success as you align your mind with higher consciousness and let your imagination lead the way. Avoid identifying too strongly with the finite world and instead flow with the mysteries of life.

#astro observations #astro community #astro placements #astrology #all signs #astro notes #for you #asteroid #astrologer #zodiac placements #pof

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Can you do Octavia/Loona/Veroskia x male reader who is a living human that met the denizen of hell when both were small kids somehow and figured out a way to keep in touch with said friendship evolving into romance as the two got older? Thoughts on how others might react to learning of this?

"Childhood Friends" ; Loona, Octavia Ars Goetia, Verosika Mayday

You met through one of her old owners. And "owners" is the correct statement here, because Loona was nothing more than a pet to them.

Of course, they didn't introduce her like that. But since her previous owners were a pair of succubi, they were able to go to earth. They brought her on their honeymoon, where Loona was able to meet you. Her owners introduced themselves to your family as her mothers in the hopes of not drawing suspicion of abuse (because it's pretty frowned upon to treat your "child" like an animal, after all).

Loona was really aggressive and hostile at first, not allowing you to get close to her, touch her, or even look at her for too long. But you were little, and were easy to distract from her blatant rejection of your friendship.

She slowly began coming around more, though, over the week that her owners remained on their vacation. She started confiding in you. And since she was just a kid, she had no concept of keeping secrets. So she basically spilled her guts, about being a Hellhound from Hell, considered her "mothers'" pet, the fact that she never had a real family, and everything.

And when you hugged her, she was... heartbreakingly confused?

"S-S/O... What's this? This... thing you're doing."

After that, you lost contact. But she never forgot you. Her first friend.

A few years later, she was adopted by Blitzø, who loved her like a father rather than a pet. She was finally valued as a person, and not someone's possession.

But she had one request.

"There's this... human that I knew. He was my first friend. You can come or not, but I have to go see him. At least once."

And so she does. Loona comes to see you, using her adept sniffer to find you in the madness that is Earth. She of course takes on her human disguise for the first time since her previous owners, and she was amazed you even recognized her.

"Loona?! Is that you? What... What are you doing here?"

"Long story short, a lot has happened and sorry I didn't visit sooner. I'll explain everything, I promise. God, S/O, I missed you so fucking much."

And so she did. She explained everything that happened, and later on, she introduced you to Blitzø. It was odd, she introduced you as though you were her boyfriend...

Blitzø could see the feelings brewing in Loona, but you seemed like a stand-up guy and you made and excellent first impression on him, so he didn't mind that much. Even though he was still a tad overprotective of her.

It didn't even take long for you to start dating. You saw her for Vortex, she... isn't the most subtle.

The only difference is she's more protective and aggressive over you. You're a human after all, you could get hurt!

She loves you so much, and she's so grateful that her boyfriend was her very first friend. :)

Same with Loona, you probably met Octavia during some kind of vacation that her family went on, where she was stuck on her father's side like glue.

She seemed really timid around you at first, this being her first experience in the human world and the first time she's stuck around humans who don't understand her.

But you were just so friendly, and so persistent. She couldn't resist getting close to you, and even looking up to you at some points.

And honestly? It was a welcome distraction from her parents when her mom clearly hated her dad. You wouldn't believe how beyond grateful both Stolas and Stella were for your involvement in Octavia's life to distract her.

And throughout the years, because of her parents' appreciation of you for distracting their daughter during their fights, they'd help her keep in contact with you.

You two essentially grow up together. Sleepovers, playdates, the works. And eventually, that turns into casual hangouts, discovering hobbies together, and eventually, even mutual crushing.

Now, obviously, she's an angsty emo teenager, and doesn't know how to sort out these feelings. So who does she go to? Honestly, probably the worst person for that: you.

"S/O? What does love feel like?"

Cue a very awkward explanation trying to explain to your crush what a crush feels like... thinking she's referring to another guy, no less! So the heartbreak was also present.

Fortunately for you, it was very momentary and fleeting.

"I see... And what if I had... a crush... on you?"

"Via? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She's as shy as they come, and very nervously nods, fearing the harsh rejection and the end of your friendship that seemed inevitable. She couldn't have been more shocked than when you said those words she wanted to hear...

"I feel the same, Via."

"Really? Then... would you... maybe... want to... try going steady?"

You snorted out a little laugh, tilting your head.

"'Going steady'? What are you, ninety?"

Of course, you were only teasing, and she momentarily pouted at you before you finally gave in, taking both of her hands in yours.

"I'd love to go out with you. Just convince your mom not to kill me when she finds out you're dating me."

She let out a hoot-like laugh and nodded.

"I promise I will."

You were her absolute everything, and she was so happy she finally got to be with you. :)

Okay, so headcanon that Verosika's childhood wasn't the nicest. Not necessarily awful, but she never really felt wanted by anyone.

That all changed when she met you, though! As little three-year-olds, and her parents living on earth for a few months out of the year, she became immediately attached to you, clinging to your affection like she thought it'd leave if she ever let go of you.

She's clingy to a fault, always wanting to hug you and hold your hand and play those "physical" games (tag, leap frog, etc.). Sometimes, though, she'd sucker you into playing dolls with her. But hey, at least she (usually) let you be Ken. And have a personality.

"Hey! S/O! Let's play! I wanna be Nicky, but you can be Ken! :D"

She was so adorable and sweet, how could you possibly resist?

She maintained close contact with you, and her parents really didn't mind that she sometimes went off on her own to spend time with you.

You were there when her career began taking off and when she began getting famous, even to the extent of tabloids discussing rumors that you were an item. You weren't, though, although you started crushing on her near the beginning of her idol career.

So the tabloids made you uncomfortable in a... strange way. You didn't want her knowing how much you loved her, especially considering she was already with some imp guy...

...and then he broke her heart.

You consoled her, held her, reminded her how perfect and amazing she was, and how she didn't need someone who never saw her value the way it should be.

In this moment, she realized how amazing you were to her. You were always there when she needed you, you were never mocking or cruel with her, you never made her feel unwelcome or unloved... You were an amazing guy.

But you didn't think of it the same way. You didn't want to confess under the precipice of her possibly thinking you were glad to see her get her heart broken just so you could virtue signal about how much you loved her.

It wasn't instant, but that night, she began to develop her own feelings for you.

A few months later, she was head over heels, the same way you were. She was mean and catty with a lot of people, but oh, not with you. She adored you.

You'd already be close with her posse, but they set you two up, convincing Verosika to tell you the way she feels.

"Heya. So, like... I kind of like you, and all, but if you don't feel the same, totally fine. I don't mind."

A lot more chill when she isn't actively plotting against someone, actually. And of course, you accepted her confession that you thought would never happen.

And so, in the end, the tabloids were proven right... eventually. :)

Until then... she's content to keep your relationship a secret for now. ;)

#loona helluva boss #Loona Helluva #helluva loona #helluva boss loona #loona hellhound #loona x reader #loona #octavia goetia #Octavia Ars Goetia #octavia x reader #Octavia Ars Goetia x reader #Octavia Goetia x reader #helluva octavia #hb loona #loona hb #Octavia Helluva #octavia helluva boss #helluva boss octavia #verosika x reader #helluva boss verosika #helluva verosika #verosika helluva boss #verosika mayday #hb verosika #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluvaboss #helluva x reader #helluva boss x you #helluva boss x y/n

[gallusrostromegalus]

Re: zanpakuto

what about the zanpakuto that have more than one wielder at one (Toshiro)(diamond dust rebellion) also can zanpakuto die? are they forged from a dead, once-powerfull, hollow?

(for An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy)

... imagine zanpaktou as... Optional gut flora.

A human is it's own organism, and bacteria are their own organisms but both work a lot better together. All "souls" are composite organisms, really - you are not just yourself you are also made up of the influences of friends, teachers, books you've read, weird cultural phenomena etc.

The process of hollowfication is therefore a bit like suffering a major gastric disorder and losing a huge portion of your gut flora. Sure, you *can* live like that, but wow, it sucks. But nature abhors a vacuum, and a hollow hole is effectively waiting to be filled, and not just in the way most commonly found in Ao3 's explicit works section - hollows very literally accumulate smaller soul organisms and living fragments of other souls like walking spiritual magnets, which is kind of FUCKING ESSENTIAL to keeping the balance of souls between the planes :)

An asauchi (remember the pre-zanpaktou spirits?) is, essentially, a type of smaller soul or living fragment, but one that specializes in living in hosts that are relatively intact. If they attach to a living soul and/or a tool, it will manifest as a zanpaktou when that soul dies and moves on. If the soul is having a rough go of it, the asauchi starts getting desperate to keep its host alive, and can turn into an inner hollow. An inner hollow is not a bad thing, per se- it's VERY eager to keep you alive, after all. It's just willing to keep you alive at the expense of others, if necessary. So whether that inner hollow takes over or otherwise misbehaves is a matter of the host's self-control. The more desperate your situation, the harder it is to maintain that control.

Meanwhile, if things improve internally or externally, an inner hollow can transform into a regular asauchi or a zanpaktou if the host has a weapon, amd vice versa- a desperate enough zanpaktou can hollowfy.

You can also have more than one of these guys hanging out in your soul at once, like a pack of hopefully friendly remoras on a shark. The VISOREDS all have at least two- the zanpaktou they started with, and a fun new hollow that moved in when they nearly died during TBTP. Ichigo inherited a zanpaktou, a hollow AND a gob of divine cancerous tumor! Kyoraku Shunsui is hosting two zanpaktou- his own, and the Ise Clan treasure. Some zanpaktou are two souls acting as one, like Ukitake's (Ukitake is ALSO hosting more than one symbiotic soul- Mimihagi is more or less living in the same space as the twins or where Ukitake's theoretical inner hollow might live. Perhaps that's why Ukitake has been able to avoid hollowfication despite the extreme bullshit he endures...)

As for the lifespans of asauchi... It varies wildly. Some live long enough to be transferred from history to host, like the kuchiki clan's Senbonsakura. Others bond so closely to their wielder they die with them. Some follow the same cycle of reincarnation most souls do, others die and mange to become large enough to host others.

As for where they come from, the zanpaktou that most shinigami wield pass through the Royal Forge. The Royal Forge is what happened to the Soul King's stomach and part of his torso after he got dismembered- his stomach became an enormous hot and acidic chamber, and his chest... Well. Getting dismembered was not a great time for him, psychologically speaking, and now the Divine Hollow Hole draws asauchi spirits from all over- soul fragments, small spirits, ghosts that got a bit lost during reincarnation - and they stay in the pit, healing, growing, playing and sparring until they are ready to leave and be bonded to a weapon.

Not even Oetsu, the forge master knows all the details of this process. The spirits just seem to know when it's their time and what kind of weapon they will become. Sometimes it's a collaborative process between Oetsu and the asauchi, other times they kick in his door at 1am and go "HOW'S IT HANGING MOTHER FUCKER? JUST KIDDING, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, I'M A SWORD MADE OF ACIDIC BLOOD."

"how does that even work?" Says Oetsu, pulling his shorts on.

"THE FUCK IF I KNOW, YOU'RE THE FORGE MASTER. CHOP CHOP BITCH."

Most of the resulting zanpaktou (an asauchi bonded to a weapon or tool) are carefully put aside and delivered to the shinigami academy where they will meet their wielders as students. Other, (more annoying) swords are tossed out the window to land where they will in the planes and meet whatever equally profoundly irritating bastard who can wield them.

...this may make more sense with pictures.

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfiction

[sprout-fics]

So if you are doing requests for Ghost... could you do one, where the reader saves Ghost and Soap, from something (you pick)... the reader comes in all badass... I can just picture Ghost like... "yup, marry me."

Unravel

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: M

Tags: General violence, Prisoner/captive scenarios, Interrogations, Near death experiences, Rescue scenarios, 141 Taskforce Reader, F! Reader, Pining, Ghost POV, Denial of feelings,

A/N: First part of a series on oneshots I'm currently working on focusing on the growing relationship between reader (described here with the nickname 'Fix' and Simon)

Summary:

“Well, this is a right mess.”

“Can it, Soap.”

“You know I’m right, LT.”

Simon fought the urge to curse from behind his mask. Soap was right, loathe as he was to admit it. This was an almost unprecedented level of fuckery the two of them had managed to get themselves into, and he knew that the rest of the 141 would be crowing for weeks afterwards about having to save the legendary Simon “Ghost” Riley and Johnny “Soap” McTavish from a mistake of their own creation.

Their intel had been faulty. The covert mission interrupted by public officers responding to a disturbance a block down from the drug-den they’d been sweeping and taking notice of Ghost and Soap standing out with their full tac gear on. Laswell had tried to assure them that the cops were friendlies, even she had been surprised when she realized too late they were in with the same cartel the taskforce had been tracking.

“Damn you, Soap.” Ghost spit, flexing his wrists locked around the chair behind him, intertwined with the sergeant’s own cuffs. “I told you we should have called for exfil.”

Behind him Soap spluttered, and Ghost could feel the shift of his shoulders pressed against his larger frame, back-to-back as they were.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know they were cartel?” He hissed indignantly, tone biting. “They even asked us to disarm first- usually the bad guys don’t ask nicely before they start shooting.”

Ghost merely grunted, again testing the flexibility of his restraints, trying to find a way, some way to get his hands free. The motion only served to jostle the sergeant behind him, who grunted a protest.

“That hurts, asshole.” Soap bit at him, and this time Ghost bent his head and groaned into his chest, frustrated and furious and fucking pissed at being captured. It wasn’t the first time, even though he prayed it would be the last, but the shame of it still stung smartly against his skin, intense and irritating. Capture was a humiliation, a blight on the reputation he’d earned over thousands of kills.

Not to mention it was Soap.

“I hate you.” Ghost mumbled at last to the soldier at his back, and Soap let out a mirthless laugh.

“Not exactly fond of you right now either, LT.” Then, under his breath. “Grumpy bastard.”

Normally Ghost would reprimand him, maybe go so far as to smack him across the chest for the insult, but it was useless. It didn’t change the circumstances they were in- captured by the cartel, deep within enemy territory with no comms and no rescue in sight.

Motherfucker.

He shouldn’t be as irritated as he was, it wasn’t as if this was the worst situation he’d ever been in. Far from it. Simon had army crawled with a gut wound for half a mile before being found, he’d taken down an entire armed AQ team with nothing but a shiv and his bare hands. He’d survived explosions, poison canisters, bioweapons. The fact that he had earned his name “Ghost” was due to the fact that to anyone else outside the 141 he was essentially unkillable. The circumstance he was in now, tied back-to-back with his second in command in an empty room with no windows, was almost like a goddamn holiday compared to the other fuckery he’d endured.

What made it different, though, was the thought of you.

You’d been on the comms with Laswell when the mission had gone south, perched on a tall rooftop four blocks south. You had been the first one to raise the alarm of the possible interlopers, spotting the incoming convoy through your scope as you provided suppressed covering fire. When the dirty cops had managed to catch him and Johnny by surprise he had heard your voice yell into his earpiece, and Simon had only managed a “Go- get out of here-“ before the radio had been seized and your frantic cry had cut into nothingness.

It had been the sound of it, of your normally playful, cheery tone darkened by worry and then rising sharply in fear that had sliced through him- sharper than any blade. He could still hear it, could hear your voice high in your throat as you had called for him and Soap, afraid for what fates awaited them.

“Ghost-!”

You were new to the team, had been introduced only a couple months prior to the current investigation you were on. It had been Price’s idea to incorporate a medic into the taskforce. The captain had been talking about it for years, and while at first the team had been receptive (who was going to argue against standby painkillers if they got clipped during a mission?) eventually they had all dismissed the captain when he failed to follow through.

That was, until he had found you. Outstanding accuracy, intelligence training background, hours spent as a field medic in hot zones of the Middle East and East Africa, and a full recommendation from Laswell herself. Price had kept quiet about it, had dropped the topic entirely. Little did the 141 know he was waiting for you to finish your training- following successful ops the group had finished in an effort to hone your skills, to keep up with them despite the gaps in your experience. It was only after you had completed the rigorous and specialized tests that Laswell had finally cleared you and shipped you out to meet the crew.

They had eyed you warily at first, the 141, had tested your mettle with their teasing and occasionally jabbing comments. They didn’t dare make comments on the fact you were a woman- they all knew Laswell would chew them up and spit them out if they ever did. Still, they had tested you, had put you through a trial by fire in order to prove yourself.

You had taken it all in stride, seemed to see the comments and errands and dirty work for what it was. This was the way of teams like this. Woman or not you had to earn your right to stand next to them, and that meant enduring through their uncertainty of you. Never once had you complained, never lashed out or snapped at them. You met their nicknames for you- darling, sweetheart, kid, baby girl with your own teasing in return, had twisted their snide comments into a disarming flirtation that more than once had Soap or Gaz rubbing the back of their necks with a flush creeping up their cheeks.

At this point you’d saved each of them more than once, had stitched their wounds or sniped the one hostile they’d missed, had radioed to let them know of their escaping target or covered them when the area got too hot.

“Fix.” Price called you once, teasingly, for your little declarations of success in whatever you tried to solve- a knife slice on Rudy’s arm, a malfunctioning sparkplug on a vehicle, your radio malfunctioning. “All fixed!” and the name had stuck.

Simon had watched you throughout, had taken note of your tone as you deferred to him respectfully, to his years of experience and his entirely justified reputation. He’d seen you grow more confident, had taken stock of your improving instincts and broadening skill set. He’d seen you become more comfortable with the rest of the taskforce, your shoulders loosening and your smile widening at the easy jokes and banter they had slowly incorporated you into.

And slowly, something inside him had begun to unravel.

Ghost sighed despite himself, huffing the exhale through the fabric of his mask and feeling it warm against his cheeks. Quietly, he tried to tune out the final, cut off sound of your shout as the dirty cop had stomped his earpiece into the simmering asphalt.

Soap seemed to read his mind, because Ghost felt him shift in his chair, tilt his head as if he could look over his shoulder and catch the eyes of his lieutenant.

“You think Fix made it out?” He asked, and Ghost made a mental note later as to what that tone was about, but replied nonetheless.

“…She’s smart.” He confessed after a long moment, surprising even himself with the rare praise. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Hope so.” Soap replied quietly, and Ghost could tell in his tone he remained unconvinced. Ghost didn’t blame him. Ghost knew you’d get out one way or another, even had a head start from the convoy that was probably looking for you, but there was still a ripple of something that felt strangely like concern.

Weird.

It didn’t matter. He shouldn’t be worried about you at all right now, not with him and Soap captured with no way out. There was no telling exactly when or what their captors would do when they returned. For all Simon knew they would be back at any moment, guns drawn and ready to execute both him and his sergeant on the spot.

They already had the opportunity to do so, instead choosing to capture them instead. Yet that meant nothing. If their goal was a prisoner swap or a ransom, they were out of luck. The 141 didn’t negotiate.

In which case, it was only a matter of time before both he and Johnny each had a bullet in their brains.

They had to find a way out.

Ghost again scanned the room they were in- a basement of some sort, with clay walls and a solid, earthy flooring. The cops had put bags over their heads when they’d been taken, but even then Ghost had heard the sounds of other soldiers and vehicles as they’d been unkindly escorted to their current location. Likely it was an off-base black site of some sort, far from official police headquarters. Beyond that, information was scarce.

“What’re you thinking?” Came Soap’s voice from behind, tenored low in his chest in case there were guards outside listening. Ghost merely shook his head, mind trying to process the scant little intel he had.

His hands were behind him. Metal cuffs, not zip-ties. Those were easier to get out of. Plus, they were interlocked with Soap’s. He could break his thumb getting out, maybe dislocate Soap’s shoulder in the process, but that would only give him a disadvantage in carrying any weapon he managed to pilfer. Even then if he was free there would still be the sergeant to deal with, trying to release his hands as well-

Footsteps.

Ghost felt Soap go rigid behind him, snapping to attention as they both locked eyes on the flaking paint of the metal door to their side, watching the light that spilled from underneath dim as a figure stood before it. Words spoken rapidly in a foreign tongue, a shuffle, and then the door popped open-

To reveal the exact target they’d been looking for all this time.

Soap cursed something under his breath, words rattled off in thick, lilting Scottish before Ghost managed to look sharply at him over his shoulder.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, sir.” He translated, and for once Ghost couldn’t help but agree.

The man before them strode into the cell, his thumbs hooked into his vest with a broadening grin across his face.

“So, you’re the soldiers who have been hunting me and my men.” The cartel leader before them murmured in perfectly accented English, and Ghost didn’t bother to correct him to include the other member of their team, lest you’d managed to escape unnoticed. “How nice of you to join us.”

“Thanks for the invite.” Soap quipped, voice betraying a snarl. “Been wanting to meet you.”

Ghost remained silent, eyes tracing over the man- handgun holstered to his belt, two armored police just outside the open cell door, each carrying automatic weapons. Beyond- a dirt staircase where sunlight spilled in from outside.

Slowly then. No sudden movements. If he could get his hands free without the target noticing Ghost could make a lunge for him, use him as a human shield and negotiate his way to freedom.

But…Soap…

The cartel leader and Soap had continued to talk- biting remarks that yielded no real value to either side except to keep their target occupied while Ghost figured a plan that didn’t involve him losing his second in command during the course of this escape.

Yet all at once the man before them snarled in his native tongue, drawing his weapon from the holster at his side and pressing the barrel against Soap’s temple. Ghost didn’t move, didn’t breathe as he felt Johnny stiffen, breathe forcefully through his nose as his arms flexed within their restraints- at last going silent.

“And you-“ The cartel leader spat, wheeling on him now. “You always let your deputy do the talking, eh?”

“…I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say.” Ghost offered coolly, never once turning his head to meet the man’s gaze.

And silently, he tapped twice on Soap’s thumb, feeling the man behind him stiffen imperceptibly before shifting his hands within his cuffs.

“So, you can talk.” Their target sneered, coming around to stand in front of him now, and Ghost shifted back in his chair so he could regard the man. His eyes roved over the tell-tale tattoo that circled his left brow, covering a scar that snaked past his temple to his ear. The wound had been the result of a skirmish with special forces when he had just been a lieutenant within the cartel, wiping out his entire section and allowing him the opportunity to climbs the ranks in the absence their deaths left. Opportunist luck, something that had fed his ego and prevented him from seeing the very real, very deadly threat sitting in front of him.

Ghost could feel Johnny shifting ever so slightly, rearranging himself and breathing in preparation.

“What’s with those eyes, huh?” The sicario in front of him sneered, leaning forward so he just barely loomed over Ghost’s larger frame seated in the chair before him. “You even alive in there?”

“No.” Simon answered mentally, the response hollow, empty like a discarded shotgun shell. “Haven’t been for a long time.”

“You wear a mask.” The man noted, and Simon never let his eyes wander from the man in front of him, not even as he felt a pulse of anger, of apprehension murmur low in his chest like imminent thunder.

Behind him, Soap stilled- instantly recognizing the remark for what it was.

“I want to see your face, you bastard.”

Simon breathed, let the air settle in his chest as the man reached out, the pads of his fingers grazing the plastic edges of the mask-

Then, in the distance, a low whistle.

All three men in the room froze- ears attuning themselves to the familiar noise of a rocket soaring through the sky, the whistle growing lower, sharper, louder, until-

Like divine retribution from above, Ghost felt the RPG impact the building above, sailing through the sky like an arrow of justice meeting its mark.

The ground underneath Ghost’s feet shook with the collision, dirt sifting from the ceiling above as the world was briefly consumed in a catastrophic cacophony that thundered from all sides. In the pandemonium Ghost could hear the startled shout of Soap behind him, the screams of soldiers above ground as they desperately tried to locate the origin of the blast.

Ghost’s target in front of him snarled to the two soldiers at the entrance to the cell, barking orders in his language, entire form taut and rigid like a coiled snake. Above the pop of gunfire and rushed screams from outside Ghost could hear the crackle of one of the guard’s radios as the compound forces desperately tried to find the source of the attack.

Yet Ghost already knew.

For a brief moment he felt a flutter in the back of his thoughts- a peripheral sensation there and gone like a butterfly against the sunlight, too quick to trace.

You.

Before he could begin to dwell on the thought, however, the sicario in front of him wheeled to face him once more, eyes bright with fury. When he lifted the gun to Ghost’s face he could see the vein on his exposed arm bulging from his tightened grasp.

“Who are they?!” The man before him screamed, face contorted into an infuriated snarl. ���How many?!”

If Ghost didn’t have his mask on, he would have spit at him.

Instead, he didn’t respond, leveling his gaze past the barrel of the weapon to lock on the target in front of him. Never blinking, never flinching, hardly breathing, Ghost watched the man falter at the sight before him: of the Grim Reaper’s herald, bone white mask contrasted against his dark eyes, cold like a gravestone in a midnight cemetery. No doubt the man could see his own gaze reflected within Ghost’s own, could feel the whisper of destiny skim across his shoulders. Ghost watched as his eyes widened, realizing the soldier before him could see this man’s death before the man himself knew it, conveyed it through his eyes alone, whispering a silent, inescapable omen of fate.

Ghost saw the fear there in his target’s eyes, saw him comprehend the true horror of his own death- sudden, sharp, then silent all at once. For a heartbeat Ghost could feel his own shadow stretch long and thin under him, wavering into a phantom.

It was gone all at once, the cartel leader’s eyes flashing as he clicked the safety off his handgun-

The chair under Ghost jolted, and suddenly Soap was yelling behind him, twisting out of his cuffs and reaching for the man in front of his lieutenant with his remaining good hand as a thick stream of blood oozed down his wrist. The man backed a step up- taken by surprise, trying to react, but Soap was faster.

Soap forced the barrel of the gun up just as it fired- the flash briefly igniting the room in brightness as the bullet lodged itself in the ceiling above. The scuffle was enough to alert the two guards at the door, one at the entrance and the other at the base of the stairs, both of them pivoting with gun’s raised to the three men inside the cell, voices loud and demanding.

Yet Soap only managed to duck behind his captive, using him as a shield. With precision expertise the sergeant seized the cartel leader’s wrist and twisted- hard. Something inside the man’s wrist snapped audibly- and his resulting scream muffled the sound of Soap grappling for the gun slipping from his grasp as his other arm wrapped across the man’s front. Yet before the man could shake him off, could struggle, Soap raised the barrel of the handgun and pressed it sharply into his temple.

Everything stilled.

The gunfire outside seemed to grow dimmer in the distance as the cartel leader in Soap’s hold froze- eyes widening as realization, thick and horrifying, dawned across his features.

“Tell your men to stand down!” Soap barked into the man’s ear, and for the briefest of moments Ghost saw Soap’s eyes flick to his own, a flash of concern there and gone as he focused on the mission at hand.

Yet the man within Soap’s hold only laughed, voice crackling like a hyena’s gleeful shudder. Instead of surrendering, he only rattled off words to his two soldiers, forcing Soap to press the barrel into his temple hard enough to bruise.

“Tell them!” Soap barked, louder now, voice hinging on a note of franticness.

Yet the man only tried to struggle against the sergeant’s unbreakable hold, eyes sliding over to Ghost’s form still trapped in his chair. A wry, crazed smile spread across his lips, the light in his eyes maniacal.

“See you in hell, bastard.” He managed past Soap’s forearm closed across his throat, before again hissing orders to his men.

The soldier at the door leveled his weapon at Ghost’s sharp, cold eyes-

Just as a flash of red erupted from his partner behind him- lasting a single split second before the man crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.

What-

The surprise lasted for all of a heartbeat, the soldier at the door twisting towards the sound of the gunfire at the top of the stairs with a surprised shout.

Only to crumple beside his comrade. Dead.

The remaining soldier buckled, life sparking behind his eyes brilliantly before it dulled into infinite nothingness. Dead.

Soap let his eyes turn to Ghost, twisting and letting the cartel leader face the lieutenant. Ghost could see the man’s eyes- stricken, blank as he tried to process the sudden turn of events that had rendered him helpless in an enemy’s grip.

Ghost tapped twice on the man’s shoulder- a question.

Ghost let his eyes meet the cartel leader’s- the man responsible for the death of hundreds of innocents. His gaze locked with Ghost’s for a single second, and in his eyes Ghost could see a flash of recognition, of realization as that same specter came to haunt him once more- wrapping skeletal fingers around his throat, starving him of air as he tried to plead-

Ghost gave a single, purposeful nod.

With a flash and a bang, it was over. The blood spray caught across Ghost’s mask, an abstract of violence against the bone-white plastic as the man fell, crumpling into the dirt floor.

Ghost let loose the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, head tipping forward as he breathed forcefully through his nose, steadying himself.

“You alright, sir?” Soap asked above the gunfire beyond the room, and in his voice Ghost could hear his own shakiness, having seen death and teetered back from the brink not for the last time.

“Fine.” Came Ghost’s instant response, eyes darting up to his sergeant’s. Then, with the barest hint of a smile: “Good work.”

Soap’s eyes flashed, cocky grin spreading across his features at the praise- and for a moment Ghost almost regretted opening his mouth.

Then, both men twisted at the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

A shadow fell across the sunlight spilling in from above, combat boots hovering on the top step as whoever it was swept the landing for any other hostiles waiting in the shadows.

“Ghost, Soap!” A voice called out- high, worried.

Ghost felt his eyebrows recede into his hairline.

“Fix!” Soap called out, stunned.

“Soap!” You called again, and instantly you were descending the stairs, weapon still clutched tightly in your grasp. It took only three second for you to reach the bottom, and soon your dirt-streaked face was revealed to the two men- eyes wide and concerned but focused. “Ghost! Are either of you hurt?”

Soap laughed, and the sound bounced free of his chest, loosened there by the surprise of your sudden appearance and undeniably pleased.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, lass.” He grinned, toeing the body at his feet out of the way. Your eyes landed on the corpse- gaze widening as you took a moment to realize exactly who he was.

“That’s-!”

“Our target.” Ghost cut in, and he saw you flinch at his biting tone, the frustration of his capture still very much presence, enhanced by the fact that he was still in his fucking cuffs.

“Sir.” You managed tightly, storing your weapon as you circled behind him, bending to inspect his wrists still attached to the frame of the chair. Ghost couldn’t see you, but he felt your gloved hands reach around his wrists, twisting and adjusting as you struggled to pop open the lock.

“Are you alone?” He asked, ears tuning to the quieting gunfire outside as the sound of vehicles droned in the distance.

Ghost felt you pause, hands freezing for a second before they resumed, fishing a pin from your kit as you bent it into the shape to disengage the lock.

“It’s just me.” You confessed at last, voice a little quieter now, subdued.

“What?!” Soap hissed, striding past both you and Ghost to reach for the weapons discarded by the two fallen guards at the door “The Captain and Gaz aren’t with you?!”

“They’re on the bluff, causing a distraction.” You corrected. “They sent me to sneak past the guards- I…dug under the fence.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

With that, Ghost felt the release of the cuffs opening at last, springing one hand free as you worked on the other. “Got it.” You declared, voice stern, intent.

Ghost managed to catch Soap’s wide-eyed gaze, his stare incredulous as he regarded you working with silent, swift efficiency. You didn’t bother to look up, hunching down and focusing on the task at hand despite feeling the sergeant’s gaze boring a hole into your skull.

It was only once you managed to pop the other cuff that Soap huffed a laugh, impressed and indescribably charmed at your abilities. Ghost could feel his own surprise roil pleasantly in his chest, and though he didn’t speak it aloud he couldn’t deny the raw pride at your determination.

“Christ, Fix.” Soap muttered, and Ghost could see the light dance behind his eyes. “I could kiss you.”

“I could marry her.” Ghost added silently- and again that strange flutter at the back of his thoughts begged for his attention, only amplified as your dirt-streaked, smiling face came into view in front of him.

He watched as you drew your weapon from your side, eyes bright, determined, laser focused.

“On you, sir.” You chirped, and that spool of thread inside Simon Riley’s heart began to unravel just a few inches further.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghot riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #f! reader #reader insert #my writing #my fic #fic: fix

[vhstown]

hi guys shower thoughts in word form what's new 💀

why miles g is the perfect foil to miles — a long post

disclaimer: i obviously do NOT know what will happen in btsv. some of this devolves into external information like from the art book (or even just my own headcanons). i am also not an analyst. this is not a proper analysis by any means. also quite rambly so bare with me 😭

also i will be referring to 1610!miles as miles and 42!miles as miles g.

just so we're sure: a foil in literature is defined as "a character who is presented as a contrast to a second character so as to point to or show to advantage some aspect of the second character" (via britannica)

essentially one character exposes the flaw(s) of another character (usually by being the opposite of said character)

i talked about miles' attachment to the superficial goal of "being Spider-Man" in a separate post (which is long n kind of irrelevant so im not linking it here) but essentially the point i want to bring back is that 1610 miles is obsessed with the idea and IDENTITY of being New York's Spider-Man and being a hero and that is the complete opposite to miles g, who is arguably the PERFECT foil — it's literally a parallel version of himself

but first a bit of ramble about the start of the movie under the cut! (open)

you can see it in the way miles falls perfectly into the typical witty, effortless and loved hero in the way he fights at the start of the movie. when he's fighting the spot you're thrown into this false sense of security that everything's going to be okay and it's just another "villain of the week" because that's what you expect of Spider-Man. he has his usual quips and carefree interactions with the spot and we have no idea that he's about to take apart the entire multiverse

the spot as a character is one of my favourite villains EVER because he directly challenges this notion of what it means to be Spider-Man — you always expect the good guys to win and when they lose again and again to the spot, that's when everything we know, and MILES knows, falls apart. the spot is a brutal exposition of how futile "heroism" as a concept is to the spiderverse.

as a character miles so badly wants to be in the spider society in the first place because he thinks that's where it's at — that's where he can finally BE a real spiderman and fit in

so when all of his beliefs are challenged and he's forced to fight to SURVIVE rather than to win that's the turning point of his character. in the grand scheme of things to put it lightly this whole "spiderman" identity is bull

and also id like to point out that hobie's line of "im not a hero, cause calling your self a hero makes you a self-mythologising narcissistic autocrat" is SUCH a gut-punch when you realise this. my boy KNEW but miles had to realise it for himself obviously so he pissed off when he had nothing else to add. I LOVE HOBIE BRO—

in my other post i talked about how he attributes his security to his home universe, family and friends and then that changes to wanting to be a part the spider society (so security in his identity), but when he's kicked out, his main goals focus around his home universe again — he needs to save his dad

putting him in earth 42 is the final sort of way for the movie to say "look at yourself miles" because to him, he can't give up that want to be spiderman so easily. a part of him hopes that he can just go back home and be spiderman like normal, that's why he tells his "mom" (earth 42 rio) that he's spiderman even though that probably won't help him at all — he is still stagnant in his old ways

and thats where miles g comes in — picture his exact universe but where's miles is the "villain" (to him at least, he doesn't know that the prowler is actually a vigilante)

to give you the basics, miles g has NO super powers, he's a vigilante who has to HIDE from the public, he's not "friendly" — nothing like miles' picture of spiderman. again, he fights to do good, but also for survival — the sinister six are attacking HIS neighbourhood and HIS home so HE has to do something about it

of course that's not to say that they're completely different. miles g has all his cool gear and aesthetics for a reason. maybe deep down he wants to be like the superheroes that he sees in comics (assuming hes anything like 1610 miles) and/or he wants to live up to, or exceed his uncle in being the prowler

but it's far less superficial than just that. he's been forced into this more practical and REAL mindset about what it means to be a "hero" from the start — and now 1610 miles is too

miles g doesn't necessarily have a greater sense of duty. he doesn't concern himself with miles' universe because it's HIS — ("our dad—" "your dad.") and thats the reality check that miles needs, at least in this moment, that he's alone and that he needs to get the HELL out of there and save his dad — not the multiverse.

of course this might be a point of character development for miles g he's obviously not a perfect character and has his own trauma and backwards beliefs to overcome but he's in many ways a product of his environment

it re-emphasises to miles the importance of saving his dad — protecting what he has left because he has nothing else (his only sense of security anymore). the multiverse is this far away thing now and i think this could be explored as a spiteful rejection in btsv which he has to overcome but im obviously not sure

the real kicker is that in this universe aaron davis is alive and jefferson is dead. looking at this from a wider perspective, in my very convoluted opinion, on a surface level, JEFFERSON represents "the hero" and AARON represents "the villain". this is arguably why aaron "has to die" in earth 1610, because "good always prevails" (which is very clearly MESSED UP, which miles is coming to realise more and more)

okay now hear me out. in the SAME WAY miles represents "the hero" and miles g represents "the villain" — but we obviously know that it's more nuanced than that

and the respective fates of aaron and jeff clearly show to miles that it is NOT that simple. it's not a matter of "good over evil" because if that was the case his father wouldn't be dead.

and obviously thematically this ties into expectations of the future generation and overcoming archaic beliefs and failures of the past and hope in youth and blah blah blah (i actually love this theme it is just not talked about enough unfortunately but this video by elliot sang is a beautiful exploration of it)

miles g and aaron are NOT evil — they're just as much heroic, but not necessarily "heroes". again, that's exposing how superficial the notion of being "spiderman" and "a hero" really is

and this is why hobie is so right about labels and— (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

going back to the spider society when miles says "i thought we were supposed to be the good guys" — this idea of being a hero is really just a front for the spider society's lucrative and cult-like behaviour. you're doing it because it's your duty as a hero, you're letting people die because that's what's supposed to happen, because it's for the "greater good" (when it was never really about that in the first place but miguel and his "spider-cult" is a whole other topic)

by the end of the film we start to realise all of these things at once and that's what across the spiderverse does SO WELL in my opinion

so why is miles g the perfect foil to miles? to summarise, miles g encapsulates (at the very least on a surface level) the complete opposite of what it means to be the hero "Spider-Man". his entire universe is a parallel to earth 1610, and to miles, miles g exposes the flaws in miles' view about what heroism truly is.

neither of them are perfect characters, and we're yet to see much about miles g, but miles' development as a character and the way it's explored in such a self-realising way as well as thematically throughout all of across the spiderverse is something i will always love about the movie

im so excited to see if they'll team up as well!!!! so much potential

urrrrr thank you for coming to my ted talk ANYWAYS I LOVE HOBIE BROW— (THE CROWD BOOS) (SEVERAL TOMATOES ARE THROWN)

as always let me know your thoughts id SO love to hear them ^^ this was just a shower thought i was literally shampooing my hair and was like hold on a minute.... so there's definitely things to be added! take care n cya <3

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[mostlymaudlin]

okay. can neil sing? can any of the foxes sing? thoughts pleSe

okay i am not very good at Music stuff beyond just liking it, so i had to consult with my more musical friends @sillyunicorn and @starwarned ...i have a more informed opinion now. and im going to express it thru narrative, bc im me:

hold on to that feelin'

andreil, rated t, 1k

it’s been almost ten years since the palmetto state foxes won the ncaa championships and changed the world of exy. 

neil knew there would be things that would happen — sports fans love an anniversary. but he thought maybe they’d do a ceremony back in palmetto, or a magazine write-up or something.

he had not expected a film studio to want to make a whole documentary on the subject. he had not expected to learn this news on a call with ichirou, who had told him in no uncertain terms that neil would agree to do the film, and that he would be as personable and camera-friendly as he could muster. 

neil had especially not expected the filming to involve… karaoke. 

it’s one of several excursions the crew has taken the old team on this weekend. the film will include interviews and old footage, but it will also be interspersed with clips of the team “hanging out.”

“the bond you all created is part of the narrative of your win,” the director told them. “we want to capture the fact that you were the first team of foxes that actually got along.”

no one corrects this narrative. the documentary is going to be the hollywood version of neil’s freshman year. it’s going to be sunshine and rainbows and campfires and bumper cars and, apparently karaoke.

“i’ve never done this before,” neil says, holding the microphone awkwardly. 

“andrew!” nicky chides. “you’re the one responsible for giving him Real Boy lessons — how could you have deprived him of karaoke?”

andrew is lounging on one of the sofas in the small room they’re all crowded into, scrolling through the song selection to pick something for neil.  “yes, because karaoke is something i obviously consider essential to the human experience."

“raise your hand if you’ve done karaoke before,” allison says. she’d gone first, singing a show tune that drew complaints from half the room in a booming, enthusiastic voice. everyone except neil and kevin lifts a palm — including a reluctant andrew. “okay, yes, this makes sense. kevin, you’re next.”

andrew stops scrolling. “you know this one,” he tells neil. “just follow the lyrics on the screen.”

the title and artist flash up on the screen, but neil doesn’t recognize them. he slides andrew a look, but andrew only gestures impatiently back to the screen. 

just a small town girl

livin’ in a lonely word

“oh,” neil says, finally recognizing the song despite the instrumental version playing. “i do know this.”

“then sing it!” dan says. 

“just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit…”

neil sings. he can’t remember if he’s ever tried before, and he’s not sure if it’s going as intended. a couple of foxes laugh, and he’s self-aware to know that’s probably a bad sign. but whatever. how many of them made the us court? neil knows what he’s good at. and he’s done enough terrible commercial acting gigs to appease ichirou that he doesn’t much care about how bad he is at this type of shit. 

the others join in for the chorus and carry him through to the end. the cameras are rolling, and neil can admit that he’s kind of having fun. he is killing this camera-friendly thing. he is definitely not going to get a knife to the gut this time around. 

when he’s done, he turns back to the room. it’s quiet for a second, and then allison cackles so hard that she nearly falls off her stool. nicky and matt join in immediately. dan stands to give neil a hug, but she’s laughing too. renee hides her smile behind her hand.

“yeah, yeah,” neil says, waving them all off. he holds the mic out. “kevin, your turn.” 

kevin puts on an air of confidence when he struts up to the makeshift stage. he chooses a song by the black-eyed peas, and his stance is rigid and determined as the music starts.

“i think i know this one too,” neil whispers to andrew once he sits down in the narrow space between him and matt. andrew knocks his elbow into neil’s side, shushing him.

hmmm. kevin doesn’t sound quite like the song that neil’s heard on the radio. he turns around once he’s done, glaring at the room, daring them to react. they do, anyway. 

“there, i did it,” kevin says, dropping the mic to the floor and stomping off.

renee mostly sounds like she’s talking when she sings "hallelujah," but she smiles through the whole thing, so there’s less ridicule involved. matt and nicky give and energetic duet on a shania twain song that neil has heard each of them singing in the shower at different points before, and alison says it makes her ears bleed. aaron earns a surprised slow clap after singing “someone like you” by adele — “a doctor who played exy and can SING… maybe katelyn isn’t settling after all,” nicky comments. dan goes all out for a whitney houston song. 

“are you going to go?” neil asks andrew when nicky takes the stage for a second time. 

“absolutely not,” andrew murmurs, eyes on his cousin. neil huffs a laugh, but settles against andrew’s side to watch the rest of the madness.

later, when neil and andrew are back at the hotel, neil crawls across the bed to where andrew is sitting. andrew pulls neil in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss.

“aaron can sing,” neil says against andrew’s mouth. 

andrew shoves him back, making a face. “and?”

“is it genetic?”

“i don’t know.”

“hmmm,” neil says, flopping onto his back beside andrew. “i’ve never heard you sing. i’m curious now.”

“that’s because i don’t sing,” andrew says. 

neil sighs, knowing a dead end when he sees one. “fine.”

he gets up to get ready for bed, and then nearly dozes off when andrew takes his turn in the bathroom. he blinks a few times when andrew crowds against neil’s back, pressing kisses to the side of neil’s neck. neil is nearly asleep again when andrew’s voice pulls him back, soft and slow:

“blackbird singing in the dead of night

take these broken wings and learn to fly…”

neil doesn’t really know what constitutes as good or bad. but he knows that he likes the sound of andrew’s voice. he wraps his fingers around andrew’s wrist where is lays on him stomach, and andrew goes quiet again.

“keep going?” neil requests, voice only a whisper.

andrew heaves a sigh. 

“all your life,

you were only waiting for this moment to arise…”

#my writing #i love to make them do ridiculous things #aftg #aftg fic #andreil

[fr-ogii]

So my idea, Izuku has a crush on y/n and is a yandere for her. He catches a guy having a crush on her and kills him. Before disposing the body, he finds y/n disposing Urarakas body and they immediately realize they are both yanderes for each other. Have a nice day

mutual affections

yandere!izuku midoriya

x fem!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

— only “his girl”, no physical descriptors

-> he only realized how bad it was when he thought about killing the first time. thinking about killing turned into actually killing. he stared at his blood stained hands for a minute or so, wondering what had led him to this point. cue a lady macbeth scene of him essentially rubbing all the skin off his hands that had already been stained with blood.

-> it won’t be long before he kills again

-> one body turns into another body turns into three more bodies. all the deaths had their reasons, of course. that first boy just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, off of his girl. the one after that, a girl a bit older than the two of you, was caught whispering with her friends about what she would do to get you to look her way. izuku appreciates the commitment, he would do the same after all, but he can’t have any competition. the next three were the stereotypical jocks of the school you went to. for how strong they were, izuku had an easy time picking them off.

-> he thought it was over. that he wouldn’t have to be pushed to kill anyone else. that they would have learned their lesson. but his hand was forced when yet another guy became smitten by you.

the kill was rough. punches were thrown, many near misses, but a few finding their mark. a solid crunch rang out when izuku’s hand hit the skull of the guy, knocking him out cold. from there, all deku had to do was dispose of the corpse.

everytime this happened, izuku would switch the location around a bit until he knew he wouldn’t get caught. he loaded the body into his car and drove as deep into a secluded area as he felt was right. midoriya always listened to his gut.

getting out of the car, izuku felt his heart drop. there was someone there. he could see their silhouette against the moonlight. there was something so eerily familiar about it. everything about it reminded him of you. was he losing his mind, was it true that all he thought about was you (a/n: izuku… you lost it a long time ago)? but what would you be doing out here? there’s no way that shadow could be you.

as he slunk forward, crouching low to the ground, his suspicions that he once thought were crazy were confirmed. it was you. a quick glance down at what lay by your feet answered his other question. it was uraraka’s body, beaten and bruised.

a branch snapped, alerting you of his presence. it was the very man you didn’t want to have see you. your darling. the very reason you felt the need to keep breathing just so you wouldn’t have to spend a moment in a world that he does not live in. your nervous splutters and apologies and excuses were ignored by the love of your life.

“is this for me?” izuku asked. he hoped it was.

unable to speak with him so close, you just nodded.

the gap between the two of you was closed as you gravitated towards each other. he took one final step forward and reached your lips.

#x reader #poc friendly #deku x fem!reader #x fem!reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #yandere #tw yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere deku #yandere!izuku midoriya #izuku x fem!reader #mine ✍️

[softpastelqueer]

Being USAmerican doesn’t normally feel jarring or unusual, beyond being told I’m louder and more aggressively friendly, but a couple weeks ago I told a European mutual to be safe because they were going to a protest and they responded with essentially the reassurance they know self defense and my immediate response internally was “what are fists going to do against a gun?” And then I went … oh…

People mock the more annoying aspects of US defaultism and don’t get me wrong I get why, so I normally pride myself in not defaulting US issues or cultural norms but… I… genuinely… just instinctively… assumed everyone has to worry about gun violence

I’ve known the difference between gun shots and fireworks since I was like 4 or 5 so it’s hard to not have that gut reaction of “oh be safe someone might bring a gun”

[rainydetectiveglitter]

🌟 The Healthy Choice: Plain Yogurt and Greek Yogurt Over Flavored Yogurt Introduction 🌟

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Here are some healthy and tasty toppings and mix-ins to consider:

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Granola: Crispy granola clusters are a classic yogurt topping. Choose a low-sugar or homemade granola to maintain a healthy balance.

Nut Butter: Swirl in a spoonful of almond butter, peanut butter, or cashew butter for added creaminess and nutty richness. It's a fantastic combination with sliced bananas.

Dried Fruits: Chop up dried fruits like apricots, raisins, or cranberries to infuse your yogurt with a chewy sweetness.

Cinnamon or Nutmeg: A sprinkle of ground cinnamon or nutmeg can add warm, comforting flavors to your yogurt.

Vanilla Extract: A drop or two of pure vanilla extract can enhance the overall taste of your yogurt, making it feel like dessert.

Coconut Flakes: Toasted or untoasted coconut flakes provide a tropical twist and delightful texture.

Dark Chocolate Chips: If you're in the mood for a touch of indulgence, add some dark chocolate chips for a hint of sweetness and chocolatey richness.

Spices: Experiment with spices like cardamom, ginger, or cloves for unique flavor profiles.

Savory Options: Don't forget that yogurt can go savory too. Try adding chopped cucumber, fresh herbs, a pinch of salt, and a drizzle of olive oil for a refreshing, savory yogurt bowl.

Fruit Compote: Top your yogurt with a homemade or store-bought fruit compote or jam for a burst of flavor.

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[butterflydm]

polycule concerns & thoughts for s2 & s3

spoilers for what we know about the s2 of the show but also book spoilers through roughly The Fires of Heaven

If you've been following me for a while, you might know that my One Fear (TM) re: the WoT show is that the polycule will be split up into two monogamous couples.

We've gotten some hints and indications that the plan is to go with the polycule but I will probably not fully relax about it until we have something concrete on-screen.

So this post is essentially me thinking through the elements that would be helpful to have in season two that would pave the way for us getting the polycule on-screen and accepted by viewers.

Starting with what we already have:

behind the scenes, Rafe said that he's more interested in polyamory than polygamy and that the situation isn't going to be "one guy dates three girls" but something more equitable while also saying that removing the polycule would be "gutting" the story. So all of that is a good sign that Rafe is more interested in improving the polycule than ditching it. *fingers crossed*

we've introduced the concept of polyamory into the series already with Alanna, Ihvon, & Maksim, and shown that it is accepted among Aes Sedai & Warders (especially Green Ajah)

Min's mention of seeing "three beautiful women" in Rand's future.

It also seems like, in story terms, Falme is going to somewhat take the place of Tear, in terms of being where people launch into the story of The Shadow Rising, as S3 is meant to fairly closely align with that book. But, in terms of creating the polycule, having that happen in this version of Falme has the advantage of all four prospective polycule members being present (in the books, Aviendha is not present at Falme & Min is not present in Tear), so there can be some tentative vibes/conversations.

Realistically, I feel like season two isn't going to be able to give us too much polycule content, simply because people are going to be fairly scattered for most of the season, but we can still get some valuable set-up for the future.

So these would be the emotional beats that I would hope we get in season two:

Elayne and Rand getting a meet-cute, as they got in the books (losing Randlayne's meet-cute is the one thing that I really do miss about losing Caemlyn from S1)

We learn that Aiel culture is polyamory-friendly.

Min recognizes Elayne and/or Aviendha before being introduced to them (implying that she has already seen them in a viewing).

This sets us up going into S3 with all three of the female characters already coming from a base of understanding that polyamorous relationships are a thing that can happen: Aviendha through her culture; Elayne through knowing people in the Green Ajah; Min through her viewings.

@markantonys suggested that Aviendha x Rand might be the first full-fledged romantic relationship inside the polycule, since we already know that S3 will be a closer working of The Shadow Rising and then we'll likely feed into The Fires of Heaven for S4 (potentially mixed with the Tear arc from The Dragon Reborn), which would be a great way to build out a sustainable and consensual polyamorous relationship that isn't dependent on Elayne writing confusing letters that make Rand believe that she's essentially broken up with him. Because Rand and Aviendha would be working from within the cultural basis of the Aiel, which allows for polyamorous relationships, there would be no need for the narrative to trick Rand in order to begin the next stage of the romantic relationships. And because Avirand is the most slow-burn out of the romances, it's also a good one to be the first romance Rand gets into after the ending of the more serious Rand & Egwene relationship that we had in the show.

Using that as an idea, the sort of shape we could potentially have would be some sparks of mutual attraction in early S3, before everyone splits up (I am really hoping that everyone doesn't split up at the end of S2!), then Rand x Aviendha would be the focus in S3/early S4. Elayne & Nynaeve go to Tear instead of Tanchico (per another great suggestion from markantonys) and then Rand & the Aiel also end up going to Tear at the end of S4 when the Shaido leave the Waste (breaking to the south instead of the north), and we end up with Rand x Aviendha x Elayne at the Stone of Tear at the end of S4.

That's kinda as far as my thoughts have gone at this point in time, lol. Min is the toughest for me to figure out because the way Jordan approaches her relationship with Rand in the books is... not my thing, so I kinda want to just see how the show handles her and hope that I'll like it better.

#minrandavilayne #randland polycule #wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot speculation #wot season 2 spoilers #wot on prime spoilers #wot book spoilers #wot spoilers #the fires of heaven

[thesilverlady]

Unpopular opinion: having Aegon as this failson momma's boy is BORING let characters have agency let them make their own decisions even if it's morally ambiguous,or downright wrong. there is nothing absolutely wrong with a character who has agency, a well defined goal and solid characterization. Having a character that is reduced to be another character plot device is not moral complexity or "greyness"

hmm half agree, half disagree anon 😅

On the one hand, Aegon being failure in regards to the family expectations is part of his character, so I personally wouldn't take it away to prop him up. Him being sullen and unmotivated/lazy as well as quick tempered are the only traits we do in fact have about the character from canon.

Now, I'll agree the execution was bad. For instance in the show aemond is clearly the favorite one because he's calm, disciplined, studious and obedient. (basically a pollar opposite of his book self). While in the f&b we never get to see who alicent's favorite is, it makes sense for aegon to get her most attention; he remains her firstborn son, his "rights" have been robbed in her eyes, and his presence/existence alone is a weapon to wield against rhaenyra (who seem to live rent free in alicent's head)

The spin they went into for the show that alicent is this disappointed mother with the failure of her first son, her odd daughter and her only comfort is her second son - who also breaks the illusion when he kills her bff's son was.... a choice.

Alicent at core is a hypocrite. And I'm not saying this with hate. it's her trait. It can be as fun as it can be obnoxious, depending on the way you're viewing things. She would never acknowledge her children's flaws or pin blame on them.

So back to show Aegon, not only he doesn't have his mother's blind love/support, he doesn't even seem to have any relationship with his own brother whatsoever.

I've mentioned my disdain over the age changes for the show because essentially they serve nothing. Aegon being "friendly" with Jace for 3 minutes didn't add anything more because guess what, we only see the kids in two episodes. Aegon bullying his brother.... because his nephews were more interesting? again makes no sense

Objectively i think they wanted to toy with the shared childhood to build emotional bonds and to hurt more when you see all these people killing each other. But that doesn't work when you have timeskips in every single episode.

So Aegon is left as this guy whose father hates his guts for no reason (we never see if he even knows about the maids, or drinking or his son's general behavior), his mother seem like she cannot stand him. His brother is indifferent to him at best or looks down to him as worst. The only neutral is kinda Helaena - which doesn't last long if you pay attention to her dinner speech 😬

Aegon in the book is quite terrible, but TV people have forgotten that viewers used to enjoy characters like these without any need to "related" to them. Not to mention, I feel hotd as a writing point always calls the viewers dumb because in order for them to understand that aegon in the show is also not a great guy they have to turn every single person from his circle against him.

#ask reply #f&b vs hotd #hotd critical #anti hotd #the green characters didn't need a sob backstory. They needed more moments between them. establishing bonds and relationships #but y'know what that would require? ✨ dialogue ✨ to which hotd is astonishingly awful with

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hey, I just wanted to say as someone who no longer has a relationship with their dad by their own choice, your post about keeping the giant around made me cry. If you're playing on pc you can use the console command "setav aggression 0" iirc to make him friendly. I don't know if you can mark him as essential bc he's not an NPC enemy, just humanoid, but I want you to be able to have your dad.

Oh, I'm so gutted! I'm on the Switch, so console commands aren't an option. What a shame, that would have been amazing! Thank you so much for this though, it's really sweet. I hope you have the healing you need for your own journey

#asks #skyrim

[oohbuggypie]

it's both my God given right and duty to never shut up so i am going 2 not be quiet about BullDon 🫡 putting all text ("analysis", fanfic reccs, general rambling) under a read more so those who don't gaf can scroll easy 🩷 HERE WE GO !!

(all fanfics and their respective author are linked within their titles 🩷)

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K WHERE DO I START . their dynamic, past the obvious matador and bull trope, is so interesting to me. i think that their backgrounds have so many similarities; Don is a matador and is shown to have hundreds of people gathered in a stadium to watch his match, and Bull is watched relentlessly by the paparazzi. but they both have very different reactions to the fame and attention they receive. Don soaks it up and Bull can't stand it, and i think it contributes to their odd, almost mirror dynamic a lot

past that is their personalities and ethics,, both of them are SO full of themselves i actually almost forget, with Bull only being slightly more humble (cuz he can't exactly brag about his looks 😭) . Don is more prideful than he is cocky imo; but he's VERY expressive of his anger and distaste for losing, which makes him kind of paralell to my idea of Bull. though this follows more of a headcanon of mine and not whats in the game, i think Bull is really calm outside his persona in the ring (i.e his intermissions,,, he's being friendly if anything with Doc and he speaks so calm and low in Title Defense). unlike Don, he's shown actually building endurance and managing his emotions compared to his Contender cutscnene, essentially the OPPOSITE of Don, who only gets more sour and negative after he loses. i think in that aspect they're complete opposites but that switch makes their dynamic and relationship so much more complex to me

in the ring i think they share the factor of channeling their anger to help them succeed; Don is stronger when he's pissed at his missing toupee and Bull is .. Bull ? the Bull charge and his gut punch in Title Defense are very telling if his entire character isn't about how genuinely angered that man can be and i think that gives them a more complex element to how they'd work together; they're both sour and ugly about being perceived/looked at (more literally) in a way they don't want to, so that's just another thing that i find so interesting .. they have a BUNCH in common yet they're drastically different when you look at their characters generally

K NOW FANFIC RAMBLE TIME 🩷

Suficiente:

if anybody knows the author DetectiveCapan from AO3 personally im so dead srs when i say u should message them and praise them. i could not stfu about their BullDon writing and im not going to in a paragraph or two here but OH MY GODD. i have always avoided both actual books and fics alike that are written choppy and simplistic, and especially ones that lack atmosphere simply cuz they're just unappealing and hard to make me feel what's actually going on. but their BullDon trilogy ?? somehow their style of writing, which doesn't use complex words or long sentences packed with detail, is genuinely some of my favorite that i have EVERR read . they make the emotions the characters are feeling SO easy to understand and feel even without exaggerated expressions and dramatic descriptions it's actually kind of incredible ? and the bit of humor isn't overbearing, it's just silly and it sets up the atmosphere, which never ends up terribly serious. they write relationships with a familiarity in the atmosphere and actions that have been unachievable in any other piece of fiction ive read and the gestures omg .. IM GONNA BE SPECIFIC IN MY RECCS SO YOU'LL HEAR MORE ABOUT IT BUT OMGG. DETECTIVECAPAN IF U SEE THIS BLESS UR HEART SERIOUSLY UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR 🩷🩷 PLEASE KEEP DOING WHAT U DO UR WONDERFUL AND I'D LOVE 2 SEE MORE OF UR WORK ABT BULLDON / PUNCH OUT!! WII IN GENERAL 🥹 now the recc list!!

possibly my favorite out of all three and it's literally the first one 😭 ough i could gush about this one FOR SO LOOONG ,,, i love how they immediately establish Don's mindset and attitude with how he both admires and pities the World Circuit for what they get and what they go through. when Don's out of the shower and he sees Bull half dressed there's no implication of sexual tension despite them being mostly undressed in front of each other and thats actually SO special to me because i had a morethanfriendship just like this and they captured the reality of it in a perfect way, like feeling for feeling . same in the way that Bull watches Don get dressed; they mention he stares but he doesn't have a corny, shocked "omg i hope he didn't notice me" reaction to catching himself. instead they mutually understand that they're admiring each other and they just smile about it . LIKE UGH THATS SO SPECIAL TO ME OMGG. and also Don putting on his - what'd id assume - rosary and then dabbing cologne behind his ears .. literally clutched my own cross necklace like omg that detail makes me crazyy i love the religion mention sm 😭

also UGH Bull's mannerisms .. a little annoyed at Don but there's such an endearing thing about it; he's annoyed at his demands but he complies anyway cuz even though he knows Don is purposely trying to make him a little pissed, he likes him enough to and he knows it'll make him happy .. THERE'S A DEEPER SENSE TO IT AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT IS BUT IT'S HARD TO WORDD 😭 also Bull being quick tempered about small things like the radio playing static and the music not being his taste .. and just the mutual like attachment they have with each other.. Bull never says anything about taking Don "home" (his hotel room) but Don knows exactly to get in his car and go with him anyway ,, and i cannot stress hard enough that it's just the little things seriously. i will never ever be regular about Bull liking to tie Don's boot laces, or promising to get his favorite beer when he offers it, or purposely (and patiently) waiting for him to get out of the shower so they can talk 🥹 like all those little gestures of love that show that he really does care . also possibly my favorite thing about this whole trilogy is that they have a very unestablished relationship ! it's never explicitly stated that they're dating or in love or anything even romantic but there areee quick mentions that imply (if im reading them correctly) that they're def a bit more than friends i.e Don mentioning how he thought his skin would burn from being in Bull's shower water temps ,, but the fact that it's not an established relationship and they don't outright express romantic interest in one another makes it SO much more special. it sets a completely different tone that creates warmth, familiarity, and comfort between them 😭

that's about that for Suficiente .. I LOVE IT SO MUCHH 😭 PLS READ IT, LEAVE KUDOS, AND IF U CAN COMMENT UR PRAISES !! 🩷 it is so well deserved genuinely. now on2 the next:

La Cosa Sobre El Pelo:

ugh i love this one equally as much. im gonna be repeating a lot of the same praises and ideas from "Suficiente" bcuz the whole trilogy creates the same kind of atmosphere but i still wanna gush about and explain it 🥹 omgg the paragraph about Don having a bald ass head and it scaring away the ladies made me giggle SO BAD . also UGH okay .. the sentiment of Don being vulnerable enough to confess his biggest insecurity to Bull, and for Bull to actually reflect and think about it so long after he's been told and reciprocate the vulnerability by showing Don a photograph of him before he lost his hair .. OUFFFGGHH actually the cutest and sweetest thing ever . also i am a nitpicker and a sucker for small details and i just absolutely LOVE how naturalistic the author makes the characters move. like Don doesn't get up and stand to grab the photo off the nightstand, he leans over and props himself up with his elbow and continues sipping on his beer when he's observing it like any other person would .. ugh i LOVE that detail , i get a little bothered when people write characters to be unnaturally animated in a setting where it doesn't exactly make sense to be, so that's another aspect of their writing that i appreciate soo much 😭 also it's the gestures omg .. when Bull grabs Don's thigh and shakes it and Don doesn't jerk away or question the closeness , he just leans back onto the bed and continues/ends their conversation about how he'll look bad with no hair and Bull looks good without it ,, I LOVE THAT SO BAADDD again it's the familiarity the meaning of Bull's gestures ,, the care that they quietly express instead of directly saying it .. GAWDD that's like my fav thing 😭 there's something so special about the silent concern and care that Bull has for Don in their writing; the small actions and the thought behind them do so much more than what words could say and i think it's super in character for him as well .. literally stellar i think i need to reread and add onto this one once i look at it again but I LOVE THIS ONE SO SO MUCHH 🩷

#punch out!! wii #punch out wii #bald bull #don flamenco #rambling soo hard #THIS IS NAWT COMPLETE THIS WILL BE EDITED AND CHANGED CONSTANTLY TILL IM DONE SO IF U SEE TEXT HERE NOW THATS NOT HERE LATER UR NOT CRAZY #ugh can drafts stop escaping

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Robert Redford and Natalie Wood

“I had a wonderful time working with Natalie, not only because of her innate talent, but she also loved to laugh and joke around on the set, and we would tease each other a lot,” - Robert Redford

Natalie Wood met Robert Redford at Van Nuys High School in Southern California when she was a sophomore and he was a senior. Their initial encounter was not a friendly one. Robert was on duty as school assembly guard when Natalie came running to his door, late for the assembly, begging him to let her in. Redford, wanting to be ‘cool’ said she wasn’t allowed to go through his door and she would have to go around to the door that accommodated her last name. Natalie then called him an ‘asshole’ and gracefully went around to her proper door. The two wouldn’t cross paths again for ten years, when Natalie and her Splendor in the Grass co-star Warren Beatty stopped backstage to meet Redford, after catching his performance in the Broadway play Sunday in New York. Natalie claimed she didn’t remember the high school rebuff.

Natalie Wood reportedly recommended Redford to Warner Bros for the 1965 drama Inside Daisy Clover. Robert has always credited Natalie for his being brought into the project in a role that essentially kick started his film career. Natalie later recalled how he eased her nerves during a precarious situation filming in a small boat at the Santa Monica Pier, made even scarier by her fear of water. A gust of wind caused a rogue wave to cast the boat to sea, away from the crew and technicians. “There was no way we could get Natalie and Bob off the boat, and the lines to keep them in place were breaking right and left,” director Robert Mulligan recalled. Despite the danger, Redford maintained a sense of humor that kept Wood relatively calm, earning her trust and beginning an enduring friendship. Rumors of a love affair between them started to circulate. Redford admits that he was very attracted to her, but claims he never touched her, because he “worried about the liabilities of intimacy with the women you act with.”

After a string of relationships with various actors, Natalie Wood met producer Richard Gregson through their mutual friend, Robert Redford; Gregson was Redford’s agent at the time and Redford was best man at their wedding. Natalie y Robert would team up once again in 1966’s This Property Is Condemned. She also appeared in the 1972 political drama, The Candidate, when her old friend asked her to do a cameo. Wood and Redford lost touch shortly after that. Their last encounter was in 1980 when Redford was trying to cast his directorial debut, the gut-wrenching drama Ordinary People, about a family torn apart by a young son’s passing. Natalie, whose career had cooled by this time, coveted the role of the cold, distant mother, but Robert Redford ultimately cast Mary Tyler Moore. Natalie was so upset she never spoke to Redford again feeling it was a betrayal. That was the last communication he had with her before she drowned. This still pains him to this day.

Tragically, in 1981, Natalie Wood lost her life in circumstances that remain mysterious to this day. Robert Redford was understandably left devastated by the loss of his friend, and despite his reputation as a private man, has often spoken about their connection. He narrated a glowing tribute to his former co-star for the Turner Classic Movies network and also agreed to be interviewed for the 2020 HBO documentary about Wood's legacy, What Remains Behind.

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