#had a huge fight with my dad and was clearly just in the wrong and mean but our relationship has always been fucked so i cant bring myself

[mummer]

#i have been doing incredibly bad mentally :-) and idk what to do #my journal entries are literally unreadably cruel to myself lol......... haha 🤙 its fine #im somehow even lonelier and more convinced of my unlikeability than ive ever been which is fucking saying something #keep getting litmag rejections and absolutely no indication or encouragement that i actually have any worth at all #further discouraging me from actually writing or editing anything or even reading because it just makes me depressed #downloaded a dating app and had a panic attack #had a huge fight with my dad and was clearly just in the wrong and mean but our relationship has always been fucked so i cant bring myself #to even start thinking about that when even talking to him about mundane things makes me want to crawl in a hole and die #personal #just not good dawg. so isolated so numb what else is new. #im also doomscrolling really bad bc of the shooting and feeling just incredibly bleak and awful on top of it all. #maybe i should ‘give myself a break’ but i feel like ive been doing that for 6 years #at least i dont have that thing where i cant look in mirrors without crying anymore.

[luveline]

Can we get like a roan trying to make reader and Eddie make up after they have been visibly upset at each other (but like quiet arguments/none that roan heard)?????

thank you for your request my love! dad!eddie x fem!reader

You and Eddie don't fight a lot, so when you do it's always over something serious. 

You're sitting in the kitchen with tear stained cheeks trying to put pep back in your step before Roan wakes up, a huge cup of orange juice in front of you and a caffeine pill beside it. You argued pretty much all night, and now it's morning, and you're heartbroken. 

The good news is that the fight is for the most part solved. You're trying not to think about it, residual anger and annoyance and a third, awful something coiling in your gut —Eddie being against you is the worst feeling in the entire world, bar nothing. You can't stand it, and perhaps it's slightly codependent to function that way, but he's the person you love most (beside his dark-haired daughter). You're mad at him and you're also so fucking sorry you upset him, and you hate yourself, and you dislike him a little bit too. 

He's drinking a cup of coffee on the other side of the table. You've made up, but you certainly aren't friendly. If you don't tell each other everything it gets worse and festers into cracks you don't want in your relationship. You plan on dying with him, whenever it happens, he's gonna be by your side. If that means being honest to the point of extreme uncomfortableness, so be it. 

So he told you some things about yourself that had been weighing on him, and vice versa. Fights are fights are fights. They suck no matter what they're about, and they leave you feeling grubby, but Eddie always says sorry, and you say sorry too. 

Roan starts to wake up, the sound of her bed springs creaking from a floor away. You and Eddie both stand like you might go get her, which is foreign 'cos most of the time you sit at the table waiting for her. You pretend you'd been meaning to make her breakfast and Eddie curls his hand around the top of his chair as she descends the stairs and walks down the hall to the kitchen.

"Hello," Roan says, practically skipping up to the table. "Good morning! I'm missing one of my socks and um, think it fell down my bed." 

"Yeah?" Eddie asks. 

"We'll find it," you say. 

"Good. What's wrong?" 

She's deceptively smart. 

"Uh, nothing," Eddie says.

Roan climbs up onto her chair with the big cushion. She looks like she might fall. Eddie puts his hands around her waist to prevent any concussions, popping a kiss on her pale cheek. 

"It's too quiet," she insists. 

You flick on the radio and pass over a bowl of cereal for Roan. She likes something Eddie nicknamed 'rainbow cereal', which is all the cereals you buy mixed into one bowl. It doesn't need sugar, but you pretend to put some in there to keep her appeased. 

She stays standing. 

Eddie asks her to sit, and she grumbles and doesn't bother. Sometimes it's better to let her do whatever harmless thing she wants to do rather than start a fight, and you're both clearly much too tired to try. Eddie holds her waist and drops kisses into the top of her head intermittently. You sip your orange juice until it's empty, the radio chugging along in the background. 

"Did I do something?" Roan asks, four spoonfuls in, a frown on her little face. 

"No, baby, we're just tired. Why do you think you did something?" 

"Why are you tired?" she asks, ignoring Eddie's question. 

"We stayed up later than usual by accident. 'Cos we didn't have someone put us to bed." 

"Ask Wayne," she says. She takes another mouthful of cereal, milk sloshing all over the place. 

"Good idea. We'll ask Wayne," you say. 

She's convinced for a time, but breakfast ends, and neither of you know what to do after. It's a Saturday, which might explain the size of the argument. Friday is the most tiring day of the week, every week. Saturdays are empty. You might go see Wayne tonight, but beside that there's nothing planned. 

Roan senses a lack of enthusiasm in the living room.

"Did something bad happen?" she asks. 

"Baby, no," Eddie says, turning down her cartoons a touch. "Nothing happened, I promise. Everything is okay." 

"I don't feel well," she says, and collapses into his lap dramatically, instantaneous dead weight. 

She doesn't understand the anxiety she's feeling. You understand at the very least, so you meet Eddie's eyes and mouth, "Can I tell her? No details." 

He nods. "Sure," he says aloud. "If you want to, go for it." 

He speaks without attitude. You slide closer on the couch, arm pressed to Eddie's, and can't resist the urge to stroke an unruly strand of hair from his cheek. You pause, and then you kiss his cheek. He turns his face to yours and taps your noses together.

You smile, reassured, and squeeze his bicep. 

"Me and Dad had an argument," you confess. 

Roan looks up from his lap. "What?" 

"We had a fight. We didn't agree about something, so we were fighting, and now we're tired because it's hard when you love someone and you want to be on the same page." You blow out a big breath. "But we made up." 

"Doesn't feel like it," Roan says, pushing herself up using both arms. "You're not cuddling or anything." 

"Uh, well…" 

"We haven't had time," Eddie says. 

"Do it now," Roan advises, scrambling backward out of Eddie's lap. 

You're not a wimp, you put yourself under Eddie's arm, and he wraps you up by the shoulder, and you're both kind of stiff but at least Roan isn't worrying she did something wrong. In fact, she looks pleased. She lets Eddie take her hand and doesn't complain when he gives it three big squeezes in a row. 

"You didn't do anything wrong," you say, "you know? It's me that made the mistake, Ro." 

"Me too," Eddie says. 

"Well, mistakes are okay. I make mistakes all the time," Roan says. 

Eddie drops his cheek into the top of your head, defeated and tired and, maybe, maybe maybe maybe, he's happy too. He relaxes slowly, and you let yourself do the same, your arm held across his waist and your fingertips sliding underneath his t-shirt. You feel his skin mindlessly, cool and smooth under your touch, and figure that the fighting has been worth it if it means you get to do this again. 

"Sorry, Eds," you mumble. 

"I'm sorry too," he says back. "I was feeling like a dick yesterday."

"Me too," you say with a laugh. 

Eddie nudges your head with his nose until he can kiss your jaw, a series of chaste, quick pecks. His affection is a blessing. You tilt your head and he makes a disbelieving Yeah? kind of sound, snorting before he tracks kisses up to your cheek and down again. 

Roan jabs her arm with her toes as she stands on Eddie's thigh and hugs him. "See? That was easy." 

You both turn to her with similar motivation. "Super easy," you agree, as Eddie says, "You're right. Thanks, baby." 

"Welcome! Can we find my sock now? My toes are cold." 

You both laugh at her, sympathy and bemusement mixed together. "Oh, babe. We can find you some socks, I'm sorry." 

You stand up and swing her into your arms simultaneously, pleased when she wraps her legs around you and cheers in victory. You're not surprised when Eddie stands up behind you, resting his hand between your shoulders. 

"How about we get dressed? It's Saturday. We can go somewhere, maybe we can go into Indy and have All-American?" Eddie asks.

"Burgers?" Roan asks. 

You laugh into her hair. That's the plan for the day decided —Roan has a one track mind when it comes to cheeseburgers. And she should have what she wants. She saved your Saturday with time to spare.

—

more eddie, roan and reader

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

[date-a-jew-suggestions]

HI I WANNA HEAR ABOUT MONSTER HIGH JEWISH HEADCONNANS PLSSSSS

HIIII I finally have a chance to respond to this

Keep in mind this is gonna be loosely based on g3 canon but also it’s kind of just based on me customizing/playing with my dolls and deciding what their vibes are, so I’m probably gonna contradict canon a lot lol

I like to imagine there’s a synagogue nearby monster high that has like a ~20% monster population since the school opened up. The rabbi is very enthusiastic about including them, he really enjoys all of the new questions about scripture that they raise. When one of the people at his synagogue came to him to tell him that he had constructed a Golem, the rabbi was thrilled. He was not expecting a flesh golem, but beggars can’t be choosers.

So Clawdeen and her siblings are Jewish on their mom’s side. Holiday dinners are huge and chaotic events, and siblings usually end up fighting over the lamb bones on Passover. When Clawdeen brought Draculaura home to meet her parents, her mom made a joke about blood libel that had to be explained to Draculaura.

Frankie’s only parent is their dad who constructed them, and he’s Jewish. After an ongoing debate about when Frankie should have their b’nei mitzvah, since they started school after being constructed only a few weeks prior, the rabbi threw his hands up in the air and said it was past time since clearly they were at least 13 in terms of maturity, so Frankie got b’nei mitzvah’d on what was technically their 1st birthday. Their friends wore their monster ball outfits to the party afterwards >:3

Frankie’s dad is very supportive of their nonbinary identity, and when Frankie said they were nervous about introducing him to their girlfriend, he told them that they had nothing to worry about. If she made Frankie happy, he would absolutely support the relationship. He was not expecting his child to bring home the pharaoh’s daughter to the Passover Seder. It was awkward, to say the least. After several meetings with the rabbi and a lot of family drama, Frankie’s family came to the conclusion that Cleo was welcome in their home. After that she started coming to holiday dinners often, and Frankie’s dad came to understand that her father was not treating her well. This solidified Cleo’s place in his home- how could a Jew turn away someone who was wronged by the Pharaoh? Cleo and Frankie stayed together through high school, eventually getting married. Cleo converted as soon as she moved out of her father’s house.

#sorry this was long lol #jumblr #monster high #jewish positivity

[jadedwolf18-blog]

Mini Phantom Invasion.

Hi, I plan for this to be a series of inter connected one shots based on some of my favorite prompts. I’m a huge Tim Drake/Red Robin x Danny phantom shipper, so for now most of my fics will feature them. Once I’ve end this series, I’ll try branching out to other relationships Danny could have with the bats.

I can’t remember where I got all of them but I’ll try to tag as I find them. If anyone notices a prompt or plot they’ve seen please let me know or tag the person it came from. I’m knew to posting on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to how to tag and insert links. Thank you.

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

Chapter 1

Danny was not having a good day. He’d had a fight with his parents about ghost hunting, stating clearly that he had no interest in their bias views on an entire species based on one encounter when they were young. It had escalated to the point where they blamed his lack of interest on the fact that he was spending to much time with his sister and his female friends. 

He’d had enough! He left mid argument and was contemplating just packing up and moving into the Ghost Zone permanently. As he’d slammed the door he could hear his parents shouts for him to come back and once again blaming his behaviour on a ghost.

What did his sexuality have to do with ghost hunting? And what was wrong with wanting to be more feminine sometimes? He honestly didn’t understand why they found it so weird or wrong for him to swap between genders and pronouns? Jazz, Sam and Tucker accepted him as he was, they didn’t but an eye when he would randomly say ‘she’, ‘they’ or ‘him’, they just continued the conversation with the new pronoun and that was that. They understood and accepted that sometime he felt male or female or neither. He was lucky to have them. 

The day just seemed to continue down hill from there. It was summer vacation so Sam was forced to spend time with her parents at some rich holiday resort, Tucker had won a spot in some sort of tech camp and Jazz was still at College working on a finals thesis and was unable to come back for the summer. He was essentially alone for the summer. He could hang out with Val but she was working a lot and he didn’t want to bother her. He still felt guilty about her dad losing his job, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

*****

After leaving the house he’d found a place to transform and let the cool rings of light soothe him and took off into the sky. After finding out they could survive in space it became their favourite way to relax, they’d spend ours exploring space, even hang out on the moon. Thank you high speed and portal powers. Their Phantom form had changed in the last two years. People could no longer tell if they were male or female and he looked less human now. Thankfully, they looked nothing like their alternate future self. When their legs melded together their ghostly tail looked more eel like and their ears were longer and thiner, resembling delicate fins. Jazz and their friends had joked about how the acted like cat ears. Lastly their face was now a pale mint color, almost white and translucent, his eyes were still the same luminous ecto-green with deep blue pupils. The only similarity to Dan, that they could see, were the fangs and longer hair both of which were also present in their human form.

*****

They had been flying around Amity, a somewhat lazy patrol of his claimed haunt, it was a calm night. Ever since they had defeated Pariah Dark the other ghost had calmed down and came to Amity less frequently. A few still came to bug them, namely Skulker, Ember, Johny and Kitty. Young Blood and Boxy more frequently than the others and of course Cujo came by often. Their visits were more to do with fulfilling their obsessions than anything else. Danny’s obsession was Space but so was Protection. They needed to fulfil both to some extent or suffer from a form of ghost hunger. It was a win win situation even if they did go back… home? Was it really still a home? 

Before they could go down that dark spiral again their instincts took over and they narrowly dodged a bright green shot that had been aimed at their head. Whirling around and flying higher out of range they looked at their attacker and just stared.

“of course it’s them.” They muttered. Before repeating it with more venom than they thought they were capable of. Which was shocking because not even Vlad had receive as much hatred in the entirety of the time they’ve known him than in that split second they felt it towards their own parents. “Of fucking course it’s them!”

They blink away the shock of such an intense emotion and huffed. Not even bothering to acknowledge them they turned around to leave. That had been a mistake. They’d barely made it a few paces before pain bloomed across their back as an Eco-blast shredded the fins on their lower back and bit deep into their flesh. They bit back a cry of shock as they felt themselves plummet from the sky. It took a moment but they gathered enough concentration to open a portal. He didn’t care where they ended up as their only thought was ‘Somewhere safe.’

They fell through and just before they lost consciousness, they heard their parents yell after him.

“Get back here you ghost scum, so we can rip you apart molecule by molecule!”

“We won’t forgive you for corrupting our Danny!”

‘Of course… It’s always Phantoms fault…’ Danny’s world turned black as he continued to fall. Maybe when they opened their eyes again all of it would have been a dream.

*****

Somewhere in the infinite green a Grandfather clock chimed. A screen flickered. Time flowed on.

“All is as it should be.”

Chapter 2

(I'm Not A Cynic Song by Alec Benjamin)

Danny pulled their little floating ducks out of their personal pocket dimension and set them to gently drift in the hot spring. They had found it while wandering the forest. Their lower back still ached and they were a little worried about how it hadn’t healed completely yet.

*****

They didn’t know where they were or how long they had been in this dimension but they were safe and alone for the time being. When they’d woken up, the first thing they did was try to figure out where they were. thankfully no-one had discovered them, tucked away in the underbrush of the forest they had landed in. They’d let invisibility wash over them and flew high enough to get a view of the land. They recognised asian architecture and flew in the direction they had spotted a small farming village. With a closer look they determined they had landed in some version of Japan. Instinctually they knew they were not in their home dimension. Everything, even the air and feel of the atmosphere felt slightly shifted to the left. It was like that feeling of entering a hotel room, they were all essentially the same but there were the little details that told you it was a different hotel. 

*****

Brushing the thought, and everything associated with the reason they were injured and alone in a foreign dimension, aside. They coiled their tail in the centre of the spring and sank down until their lower back was submerged in the healing warmth of the spring. Closing their eyes in content they began to hum. Their eyes shot open when they felt a gentle nudge against his arm but smiled gently at the little wisp as it bobbed and drifted in the breeze. They continued to hum and watched in amusement as more joined the first. The little orbs of light ranged in color from soft pale blues to vibrant greens and warm reds, oranges and yellows.

They lost themselves in their song as they twirled in and played with the water, creating little floating ice crystals that caused mist to form around them as hot and cold air danced around each other. Humming soon gave way to words as they swayed to the rhythm only they could hear. 

“I'm just bein' realistic, bein' honest with myself

I've tried bein' optimistic but it doesn't seem to help

So I'll just have to admit this is the hand that I've been dealt

I'm not bein' pessimistic, just bein' honest with myself”

They were thankful to Pandora, who had taught them to sing in an effort to train his ghostly wail, for realising he was taking on the form and habits of a triton. 

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They poured all the hurt, betrayal, anger and loneliness into their voice, allowing them to release it all in a more melodic call than his previous wail. That, as pandora explained, had been an unhealthy burst of emotion and they were lucky they hadn’t blown out their vocal cords the last few times they used it. 

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it”

Through their practice they found they could influence emotions but not out right control them. They were glad, influencing them was bad enough, he didn’t want to manipulate anyone. They didn’t want to spend their life wondering if the people around them truly cared or if they had somehow manipulated them into caring. They may me a budding empath but they still struggled to tell the difference between a sincere emotion and a projected emotion.

“You only get that which you're given, it's not always up to you

Not every Sunday is a picnic 'cause the sky ain't always blue

You can't just change the weather by changing your point of view

Some days you have to wait until the storm just passes through”

Danny’s voice grew louder as their emotions poured out into the lyrics. They knew they still had their friend, their sister, Elle and everyone in the Infinite Realm. They were also the Half Ghost son of ghost hunters and scientist with a heavy bias against Ecto-entities. They will be the rulers of an entire realm in only a few short years.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They gave a bitter sweet smile as they watched the wisps duck and weave between the ice crystals. They looked around for their ducks and their smile turned a little more sad as they waved their hand and the little ducks joined the dancing lights and crystals. Each one was modelled after his favourite comic book vigilante. They’d had to save them from the dump truck once, they’d been looking for them when he’d asked his parents, their father had made an off hand comment about how he should throw out old toys and they’d panicked. They’d manage to find and save them all just before the truck arrived.

“So like a boat on the ocean, I'll rock with the waves

God, I'm so sick of this notion that I have to fake

Fake my emotions and pretend I'm okay

So like a boat on the ocean, I'll just rock with the waves”

Jazz had bought them for them, after they had told her about being gender fluid and pan, they were probably one of their most treasured possessions. Jazz had gone on a whole spiel about how it’s important that she show support and provide a safe and understanding environment. They hadn’t been listening, they’d been crying. To caught up in their overflowing emotions and happiness. It lasted a day, their parents had been less than understanding, with their passive-aggressive comments and actions. 

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

Their frown returned. They had shot them, that in itself wasn’t unusual, as Phantom. Isn’t that a sad thought. What was was that there had been no prior warning. It was a sniper shot, from their mother. Only their heightened hearing and instinct had saved them from ending up dead dead instead of a Halfa. That bothered him

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They returned to humming the last notes of their song as the dunked under the water to rinse off. They popped back up and gathered their ducks, floated up out of the spring and laughed as the wisps twirled around him. They landed on the ground, allowing their legs to form and walked off into the forest, dancing lights trailing after them. Completely unaware of their watchers.

*****

The shadows slunk away to report their findings. While two birds hesitantly returned to their temporary nest, One worried and wanting to help the being that reminded him so much of his younger siblings. The other having felt a connection to a being that had shared similar experiences, someone they wanted to help and if they wanted to end the beings loneliness… that was no one’s business but their own. Both slept little that night, both determined to find the being again and offer what they could to help.

*****

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@alinmenttreasure

@blackroserelina

@blacksea21090

@seraphinedemort

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[steviesbicrisis]

Steddie | Parents AU | Dustin POV

As many of his teachers told his parents multiple times, Dustin is a smart kid.

Despite his age, he’s witty and, quoting his Papa’s words, he “asks way too many grown-up questions”. He suspects Papa calls them 'grown-up questions' when he doesn’t know the answer.

Dustin is a smart kid, so he immediately understands something his wrong.

Papa looks mad, but it can’t be mad at him because he did all his homework and cleaned his room.

His dad has been out all day, so Dustin can’t ask him.

Even tho mad-Papa is extremely scary, Dustin is a brave boy so he goes into the living room where he’s laying on the couch.

He’s greeted with a small smile so yeah, Dustin has done nothing wrong but Papa is clearly upset.

Dustin tries his best to understand why he’s mad and what he’s mad at, but his father keeps smiling at him and talking about dinosaurs (which is Dustin’s favorite topic at the moment).

Dustin is about to ask directly when they hear the door open. Dustin jumps off the couch and runs to the front door (“Don’t run around the house!” Steve scolds behind him) to welcome his dad home.

As always, he screams “welcome home!” And his dad covers his ears pretending the noise is too much.

«Dude my poor ears!» he exclaims before picking him up and hugging him, making him giggle.

When he leans back, still in his father’s arms, he notices the look on his face. He isn’t smiling anymore, he’s looking at Papa who looks even madder than before.

This isn’t the first time that Papa got mad at Dad, obviously, but it never had been like this. Dustin flicks his eyes back and forth between them, until he’s been put down and told to go play in his room.

He tries to play and forget about it, but he can’t. He wants to know what it’s going on so, even tho he knows he shouldn’t, he opens his door a little to spy on his parents.

They’re whispering in the living room, Dustin can’t tell what it’s about, but they’re moving their hands around a lot. Dad’s long hair is moving in all directions, like when he’s playing the guitar, and Papa is shaking his head repeatedly. It doesn’t look good.

«I need to leave» it’s the first thing Dustin manages to understand. His heart drops.

He closes the door of his room as his dad is walking towards the front door, his heart beating fast in fear of being caught.

He hears them talking a bit more before the door slams. Dustin jumps off his desk chair.

The door of his parents' bedroom opens and closes, then everything is silent.

Dustin waits a few minutes before peeking out of his room, the apartment is uncharacteristically quiet. It reminds him of when it was just him and Papa, before Eddie became Dad. It’s sad.

He closes the door once again and sits back on his chair, not knowing what to do. He thinks back to when Mike’s parents, one of his best friends, had the biggest fight ever in the history of fights and then divorced. Now Mike can’t shut up about how cool it is to have two houses and two bedrooms.

Dustin likes the idea of two bedrooms, it seems cool. The divorce tho? He feels terrible about it. But the more he thinks about it the more he’s sure there’s no other way; he doesn’t know how big it was the Wheelers' fight but his parents' one was huge for sure.

He feels like crying, the tears are in his eyes, ready to fall, but he doesn't want them to. His papa would hear him and find out he was eavesdropping, which is not a good boy thing.

Trying to see the bright side, if they divorce it means he will still see dad, he thinks. He doesn’t want to go back to calling him “Eddie”, or not calling him at all. Mike goes to his dad only once a month, Dustin has no idea how that will work since he has two dads.

At that point, Dustin decides that, if he has to split into two houses, he should pack for the new second bedroom. Dad always tells him he’s great at packing (Dustin helps him out when he has to go play guitar in other cities) so it seems the logical step to take.

Maybe Dad went to the new house, he wonders as he's taking some clothes out of the closet.

He's sorting his toys out when his Papa comes into the room, he's been caught red-handed.

«Dustin, what are you doing?»

«Uhm, I'm packing» the shocked and hurt look on his father's face makes him rush into a detailed explanation of what he had heard before, the Wheeler's divorce and how he didn't know how many clothes and toys he was supposed to take to his dad's new house.

That doesn't make the situation better, Dustin thinks, because he sees the tears in his father's eyes.

«Oh honey» Papa sighs, holding back the tears. He takes Dustin hands in his «listen kiddo, your dad and I are not divorcing.»

«You’re not???» Dustin is shocked but also very relieved to hear it «are you sure?»

Papa chuckles «of course I am sure! I pinky promise» he holds out his pinky and Dustin immediately takes it «I’m sorry you heard your father and I… you know, sometimes people fight, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other anymore! I still love your dad very much. And the important thing is to make up after.»

«So you’re going to make up with Dad?»

«I… yeah kiddo, I am. Let’s go» he takes Dustin by his hand and, with a determined look on his face, he guides them out of the apartment. Dustin is reminded of one of the knights in his dad’s stories, going off for their quests.

They rush down a ramp of stairs, to the floor below were aunt Robin and aunt Nancy live.

Papa knocks furiously on the door until aunt Robin opens it.

«Steve…? What is going on?»

«I’m sorry to come so suddenly but could you watch Dustin for a little while? I’m in a rush»

«in a rush? Why? Where’s Eddie? Did something happen??» aunt Robin looks panicked but Dustin isn’t worried, she acts like this most of the time.

Aunt Robin and Papa talk back and forth, he wants to leave soon and she wants to know the details. They’re too distracted in their conversation to hear someone coming up the stairs.

As Papa is saying “Rob, Eddie and I had a fight and I need to talk to him”, Dustin sees his dad emerge from the flight of stairs.

«Dad!» he screams, excitedly.

————

Eddie wanted to punch himself for running away. As he was walking away from their building, the anger faded to sadness and guilt pretty quickly. Their fight was mostly due to the both of them being tired, and not worth leaving his family behind.

The turned around as soon as he came to the conclusion that he had to rush back and beg Steve for forgiveness.

He was running up the stairs when he heard Steve and Robin’s voices.

Dustin is the first one to notice him and- uh, Steve was going to look for me?

«Hey bud» he smiles at his son, but doesn’t dare approach first. Steve doesn’t look mad like he did before, but he doesn’t want to make any other mistake for the day.

Only after Steve does the first move, he throws himself in his arms.

There’s a mixture of hushed apologies, promises of being better and to never fight like that again.

«Dustin thought we were divorcing» he chuckles in his ear.

Eddie looks at his kid over Steve shoulder, who’s holding Robin’s hand and smiling wildly at them «what? Where did he get that from?»

«The wheelers.»

«Of course, always the fucking wheelers» he huffs.

«He was packing like you taught him to.»

«oh my God, that’s so fucking cute, I can’t believe I missed that.»

«Yeah.»

There’s an awkward silence between them. They’ve still a lot to talk about, the hurt from the fight -Steve being reminded of the time when he was a single dad, Eddie hating himself for missing out and hurting Steve- will not be easy to overcome.

«Can we go home now?» Dustin huffs, catching their attention.

They say their goodbyes to Robin and Eddie picks Dustin up and hugs him tightly.

As he’s holding his son in his arms, he thinks about the time in his life when he didn’t know him nor Steve yet.

Fighting and making up isn’t easy, but it’s worth it.

#steddie #steve harrington #bi steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steve and eddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie headcanon #platonic stobin #robin buckley #dustin henderson #dustin harrington #dad Steve #dad eddie #dads Steddie #Steddie parents au #ficlets #sbc writes

[depressed-teacup-inc]

At this point, I am literally just trying to see this season to an end

Hi hello, yes I’m late, time to review Revolution! Let’s go because at this point I’m getting tired of this show.

So basically the entire episode is Adrien’s trying to tell Marinette that he’s leaving Paris and trying to stop it, but Marinette doesn’t really listen, and is focused on stopping Chloe, who’s now mayor/dictator??? Yeah trust me the logic of this show is gone, somehow people are ok with the super demonized caricature Chloe being mayor like everyone didn’t hate her already (my guess is that this is supposed to be alluding to the current state of world and politics and lack of trust people hold in the government)? Love the lack of consistency and logic.

Now. I don’t want to criticize Marinette too much, because technically, yes, she was busy trying to handle the Chloe situation (which in itself makes absolutely no sense and by all accounts shouldn’t be possible) but I will note that despite Adrien clearly telling her something was wrong multiple times, she never seems to care or understand? Like he told her multiple times that there’s something wrong, but she never seems to care or do anything about it until it actually affects her (which is unfortunately in character)

But apparently people are criticizing Adrien?! Saying how he’s awful for lying to marinette about having to leave and left it for the last minute? And frankly, the show kinda does it too (in the next episode, many of Adrien’s classmates discuss how awful it is Adrien didn’t say anything and how could he keep this from them like that)

LIKE??? BITCH??? Two points:

1. Adrien’s dad is Gabriel fucking Agreste?!

Like wow what a shocker the child of a man that has proven to abuse and isolate his son on multiple occasions has a fear of asking others for help in his situation because he worries nothing can truly beat this actual billionaire who’s also his legal guardian? And also is implied to have legit magic control powers over him, sentimonster style?

2. This really isn’t that of a big fucking deal

Like I do not get why this show keeps saying how “Adrien lied to marinette!!! He didn’t tell her he’s moving away!!!! How could he!!!” And how literally everyone and their mom is seeing this as an awful situation for marinette, when in actuality, all she knows is that Adrien will now be living a couple of hours away from her (due to the bullet train between Paris and London) and that he won’t literally be with her every second of the day.

Like I get it for a 14 year old yes this might be a huge fucking deal, but Alya even says so herself! Adrien is in London, they’ll just get a couple of tickets for the train and figure it out from their! And even in the worst case scenario where Adrien stays in London, there’s the option of a long distance relationship (that’s just as valid a relationship as any and would be a refreshing take on how not every relationship is super conventional and in person)

I just really don’t understand why the show shows Adrien genuinely going through some horrible shit from his father (like full on white room torture in the episode after) and then all the show focuses on is how this affects marinette and how sad she must be rather then the genuine psychological damage this must be doing for the kid! Like no one in this show remembers the amount of control Gabriel has on Adrien or something.

Anyways rant aside, before the entire going to London thing happens (btw congrats adrienette shippers for the kiss) there’s a whole thing where Chloe makes a deal to be akumatized by Monarch so she can send people to detention (it’s painted as a torture chamber but it’s literally people walking around with a video of Chloe saying they’re ridiculous, so basically P.E. Class), and then there’s a big fight where Ladybug and Chat Noir almost detransform because they used up their lucky charm and cataclysm and are trapped (btw the lucky charm had no fucking point to the story, why was it underwear? Frankly it was kinda creepy if the writers to have panties as the lucky charm for nothing but a weird joke, and not even connecting to the messages of unity and everyone taking action but ok)

But like… they just don’t?! Like I swear to god this show makes no sense anymore, Ladybug and Chat Noir just say they’ll never give up and fully transform and recharge again, and now they have no time limit and full powers?!

Like, the entire principal (just like Gabriel said) of the miraculous time limit, is that Kwamis need to recharge after one use, and that adults can lend some of their energy and power to Kwamis and therefore have them last longer to the point they don’t need to detransform, hence “only adults don’t need to detransform”

But now it’s apparently a purely emotional thing and not physical? Ladybug and Chat Noir somehow grew up by saying they’ll never detransform again (I do not at all see how this is a moment of growth to them) and now they just don’t detransform, despite the fact they are physically still kids?

Like by the shows logic of emotional maturity, Gabriel shouldn’t be able to hold a transformation at all then, because he’s the farthest thing from emotionally mature.

And also, it kinda makes all the stakes in fights now null and void? The biggest stake and challenge in each fight from day one of miraculous was “there’s this bad guy, you guys have one chance to use your special powers to beat them, think smart and solve this puzzle” but now it’s just gone??? It would have worked if the akumas overtime became more intense and hard to beat but clearly that’s not the case as even akumas powered up with actual miraculouses can be beat by a normal ladybug and chat noir.

The best thing the show could have done here is rather then make the becoming adult thing emotional maturity, have Ladybug and Chat Noir notice their transformation seems ti be slowly lasting longer as they age (have it be a metaphor for puberty and growing up or something) and then actually make the fights and villains more difficult and compelling so by the time Ladybug and Chat Noir no longer transform back, the priority isn’t for them to keep their secret identity (which sucks and anyways doesn’t matter) but to stay alive!

But anyways I digress, when has this show ever pulled a logical move?

Which speaking of…

I have no fucking clue what they’re doing with Chloe anymore.

They spent. Entire SEASONS! PLURAL! SEASONS! After the introduction of Audrey Bourgeois, telling us how “no Chloe is irredeemable her actions are never justifiable she’s just evil and bad and she has no other reason for doing anything and she’s so bad she’s cooperating with monarch and Lila look how evil she is hate her so marinette looks better in comparison”

To now… suddenly pulling this scene?!

Like. WHY??? Why would you purposely demonize Chloe despite the very real opportunity she had to get better and be complex, only to now pull a “whoops wait look guys deep compelling character!”

And while I heard people say this is the show maybe finally making Chloe get her redemption arc after hitting rock bottom, I can’t agree? The show is known for its repetitive nature, and if the show is to redeem Chloe and suddenly make her a good person or give her a compelling reason for acting the way she did, marinette looks bad in comparison, for not having as compelling reasons to do just as bad things:

Example? Marinette and Chloe in season 3’s Animaestro, trying to sabotage Lagami and publicly humiliate her in front of Adrien so she won’t “win him over”.

If Chloe has an explanation for this behavior (she’s taught to be cruel and mean from a young age by an abusive and neglectful mother, and because of her equally neglectful father, she learned the only way she’s heard and anyone cares for her is if she lashes out, and someone will just throw money on the problem) what reason does marinette have? She was raised by perfectly loving and doting (maybe too doting) parents, who from day one have taught her to be kind to others, and to do good.

Both characters did an awful thing, just one character has a genuinely compelling explanation for said behavior, while the other is pure jealousy and wanting the guy for herself by all costs.

So no, I don’t think the show will redeem Chloe for that reason: because it would force marinette to admit her wrongdoings and therefore force the plot to develop!

So this just makes no sense? It feels like a case of the show wanting to have its cake and eat it too, wanting the show to remain the same, Chloe to remain awful for no reason, and for marinette to stay the hero by comparison, but also have the bragging rights to say “we write complex character you guys!”

It makes no sense is my point.

Anyways besides these huge inconsistencies, leaps in logic, and bad writing, I don’t really have anything else about this episode to say? This show has officially come to the point for me where I genuinely think nothing will ever change or be able to fix how wrong everything is (from characterization of everyone except for marinette, the plot, the rules of miraculouses, the LOVE SQUARE)

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #ml rants #ml season 5 #every time I saw Chloe/Lila/Gabriel be super unrealistically evil for no reason #I was like that meme of mermaid man from SpongeBob going “Evil!!!!

[silverwhittlingknife]

Dick resurrecting Bruce via Lazarus Pit and his reasons for doing so left a bad taste in my mouth. Especially when Dick tried to talk Tim out of it. I don't like it. I wish Tim found out about it and... Had a serious discussion with him? Hit him? Left? I dunno.

Oh man, it's hard for me to talk about this one without the Doylist approach. I'm gonna come back to these panels, but I just want to leave them here as a contrast between how Dick is written in his solo vs. how he's written in Batman and Robin:

Dick: Tim... I ... where does it stop, right? What about your mom, then? My mom and dad? Bruce's...? (Nightwing 139)

Dick: This isn't just "loved ones," Alfie. It's Bruce Wayne, the Batman. He saved our lives, he saved the city and the world how many times? (Batman and Robin 9)

I have SUCH complicated feelings about the Morrison Batman and Robin run? I like a lot of the Dick-Damian-Alfred dynamics, and I love the idea of villain!Jason as a major antagonist for DickBats, and I love what I think is the concept of the Lazarus Pit arc, which is that Dick's slowly crumbling under the pressure of being Batman and Jason's taunting is the last straw that finally pushes him to make a terrible mistake.

But I don't like the execution of the Lazarus Pit arc, and the disregard for big chunks of post-Crisis continuity and characterization is sooo frustrating. ("I don't like to plan"/pro-Lazarus-Pit!Dick, cartoonishly-evil!Talia, redhead!Jason, etc.)

And yet. AND YET. So many of the concepts are so good! The execution is so messy, but the concepts are so good! I want to tear it all up and then put it lovingly back together but different sdfdsfs

I had a lot of thoughts, so below the cut:

Why characterizations in B&R are a huge departure from previous continuity (Doylist version)

Why the Lazarus Pit arc COULD BE SO GOOD though (and how we can make it work with Watsonian reasoning)

Finally getting back to your question - how would Tim react? (tl;dr probably with concern and worry?)

Characterization Changes

Just to give you a bit of an idea of how abrupt a departure B&R is from Dick's solo, here are some panels showing some major changes.

1) Dick on Lazarus Pits: Pro or Against?

Here's Dick arguing against using the Lazarus Pit and telling Tim it won't bring back the soul in Nightwing 139:

Here's Dick doubling down on the evilness of the Lazarus Pit when Ra's taunts him with it post-Bruce's death in Nightwing 152:

But here's Dick arguing that the Lazarus Pit will be fine and that he doesn't believe in "prophecies of doom" in Batman and Robin 7 (and indeed, also in B&R, he'll kill and resurrect Kate with zero consequences - convenient!):

2) Talia: protective or cruel?

Here's Talia worrying about Damian's safety and teaming up with the Batfamily to try to save him from Ra's in Resurrection:

But here's Talia smirking after telling Damian they're enemies now and she's going to replace him with a clone in Batman and Robin 12:

3) Dick and planning

Here's Dick-the-planner in Nightwing 142:

Tim: That's a lotta ordnance. Dick: Failing to prepare is preparing to fail.

But here's Dick the impulsive leap-before-you-look guy in Batman and Robin 9:

Dick: ... Okay, I'm sorry - I don't like to plan, I work without a net... I'm not Bruce.

4) Resurrection: the right choice or the wrong choice (part 2)

Here's Dick telling Tim he made the right choice (not trying to resurrect anyone) in Nightwing 139:

But here's Dick insisting that resurrecting Bruce would've been the right choice in Batman and Robin 9:

This is one of those "clearly some people were writing angry letters to the editor" moments sdfdsfds, because it's awkwardly attempting to address Dick's abrupt about-face but the writer still hasn't read the issues in question because

a) Alfred has no way of knowing Dick's previous stance and it's incredibly weird that he would, b) "cautioned against" the Pit is a lot milder than "had a fist-fight with Tim about it," c) Dick's argument has shifted from "the Pit is an eldritch evil that's untrustworthy and probably soulless" to "look, resurrection is a special thing, and not all loved ones are important enough for resurrection," which, uh, okayyyy, and d) Dick is still full-naming "Tim Drake" as if he's a business associate and they had an argument about how to properly file paperwork and now it looks like Tim Drake was right after all, as opposed to Dick's little brother that he had a huge fight with and who subsequently ran away from home insisting that their dad was alive and that he was gonna prove it and now it turns out their dad is alive

Why This Arc Could Be Great Though

Listen, Dick-driven-to-the-Lazarus-Pits is a great concept. I love narrative foils. I love Dick ending up in the exact same place that Tim was in Resurrection, and even though he knows better. I love Dick being that desperate. Here's the setup:

Damian's back gets broken, Alfred takes him to get emergency treatment from Talia but it's not clear if he'll recover,

villain!Jason taunts Dick about not caring about Bruce,

Dick's been slowly crumbling under the pressure of being Batman and between the guilt of Damian being injured and the blow of Jason's accusations (not to mention having to fight villain!Jason and get him arrested), this is the last straw,

he decides to resurrect Bruce even though he knows perfectly well this is a terrible idea because he was the one who talked Tim out of it

he heads off to do this incredibly stupid thing and nobody stops him because normally on the rare occasions Dick's out-of-control Tim shows up and stops him (Hugo Strange, the Joker) but Tim isn't here and actually the strain of that ongoing estrangement is probably also contributing to Dick's isolation and terrible decision-making

the attempted resurrection goes horribly and Dick has to fight a grotesque parody of his tragically-dead father

I love this idea!! I love it when characters make stupid emotional decisions with terrible consequences!! I love the ways Dick and Tim's arcs intersect and parallel each other!!

And I think this could absolutely be in-character for Dick. He knows it's wrong and a bad idea, but he's desperate and pushed to his limits and grasping at straws? Yeah. I can see it.

BUT yeah, not in love with the execution. My conclusion is that more people should write about this arc in fanfic. <3

How Would Tim React?

I think it depends on where you put Tim in the story?

Options that come to mind:

Tim finds out mid-adventure: Tim's semi-teaming-up with Ra's and underground in a League base - and suddenly he stumbles on Dick sneaking in with (apparently) Bruce's dead body! In this case, I think Tim's first reaction is defensiveness about his own behavior and assuming he's being spied on, and it only slowly dawns on him that Dick's up to something. I'd really want to somehow maneuver a physical fight where Tim tries to stop him, so you get a direct reversal of Resurrection, but mmmm I'm a little stuck on how to get there since Tim's working theory is that the body isn't Bruce's body, so I don't see why he'd be opposed to Dick dumping it in? But anyway, they should have a physical fight and a direct parallel where Tim realizes he needs to back off and let Dick decide, and then they hug ;_; I feel like to make this one work you need Tim really invested in stopping Dick, so uhhhhh maybe for some reason Tim's "rescue Bruce from time" plan requires the body of the clone? So Dick CAN'T put it in the Lazarus Pit, or Bruce will be LOST FOREVER?

Tim gets told about it after the fact: So uhhh for example, Ra's finds out about Dick's botched resurrection attempt and tells Tim about it in an attempt to paint Dick as a hypocrite/ entice Tim into using the Lazarus Pit. I feel like Tim would just straight-up not believe him? But let's say that Tim finds out for sure - either Dick admits it to him, or he sees some League recording, or whatever. I'm not really sure how Tim would react? Worried, probably, because it's out-of-character, and I feel like Tim might wonder if it's really him or if he's under magical influence or something? And uhhhh then ideally Tim realizes that no, it was because he was having a really hard time ;_; and then Tim is worried about him and comforting and/or apologetic and probably Dick is probably also apologetic and then they hug <3.

Alternate third terrible possibility: it is Bruce's body, he was dead and Tim was just in denial, Dick resurrects him but there are some kind of eldritch evil consequences, and then Dick has to call Tim back and they have to fight undead!Bruce together. I like this one >:D

#i have various scribbles of a semi-novelization of batman & robin in the thousand ninjas 'verse #because i am actually really attached to a lot of aspects of this goofy comic sdfdsfs #when it's good it's very good - it's just that when it's bad it's horrid #and isn't that all of comics in a nutshell.... #ask tag #dick & tim #dick grayson #tim drake

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 28

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"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Hi."

"I've brought you some breakfast" my mum says, leaving a tray with food on the bedside table and sitting on the bed.

"I'm not hungry."

"You must eat something."

"I'm not hungry" I repeat.

"Eleanor, please. I'm sure he wouldn't like to see you getting sick."

"Why did you have to mention him?" I say, covering my head with the duvet and starting to cry.

"I'm sorry. I just... Drink the juice at least. You will dihydrate if you keep crying like that."

"I don't care!"

"Eleanor..."

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm your mother, I'm not going anywhere." 

And so far, she hasn't. Since the moment she found me crying on the floor after Declan left, she has been by my side. She has spent the whole night with me, taking care of me, comforting me. When she left to pick up my breakfast, it probably is the longest she has been gone for.

"Eleanor... Ellie..." she says after taking a deep breath. "Do you know why at first I opposed to you dating Declan?"

"Because you are a snob with a stick up your ass."

"No, Eleanor" she sighs. "I opposed to it because I knew this would happen. Because I knew he'll end up breaking your heart, and I didn't want to see you suffer like this."

"Because he isn't like us."

"Exactly."

"See? You are a snob!"

"I am not a snob. But I better than anyone know how it feels to fall in love with a royal when you aren't part of that world. What it entails, all the sacrifices you must make, how much you must fight. And it isn't easy, Eleanor. You don't know how many times I had my phone on my hand ready to call your dad and tell him it was over, that I couldn't deal with the press, with everything I had to learn if I wanted to be queen one day. It was so tough. Not just for me, but for everyone around me."

"But you never did it. You never gave up like he has done."

"Because unlike Declan, I had nothing to lose. If things between Philip and I hadn't worked out, if we had broken up... Yes, we both would be heartbroken. Especially me. But that was it. I had my studies and I could start again. Maybe not in England, but definitely somewhere else. Declan doesn't have that luxury."

"What do you mean?" I ask, uncovering my head.

"He has his career. His dream. Everything he and his family have worked for since he was a kid. They've sacrificed many things for it, and he couldn't lose that."

"So instead, he chose to lose me."

"Yes. But not because you weren't worth it, because he doesn't love you, or because it was the easier choice. He did it because he knows it is something that can be fixed."

"What?"

"When I found out you were seeing someone who wasn't Charles, I thought it was just something fleeting. Then I noticed how happy you were, that you actually had feelings for whoever that boy was. And despite suspecting that he probably was one of Mason's friends and that you had met him through Roberta, I said to myself… well, maybe it will work out. Just look at her, at how she is glowing. Then you told us who he was and I knew it was a mistake, that you would end up hurting each other. But you both still kept fighting. And then, again, I thought… maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they'll work through this, maybe the fact that he has had to deal with huge pressure before at such a young age will help them."

"But you were wrong."

"Yes and no. I was wrong because he clearly hasn't been able to deal with everything that has happened since the press found out about you two and with everything else going on on the pitch. But Eleanor... The way you and Declan love each other... You don't get to see that every day. It is true love. Right now you probably feel like the world is ending, like it is over. But it isn't. This just wasn't your moment to be together. You'll have a second chance, I'm sure of it."

"What... What do you mean?"

"I..." she says, taking a deep breath. "I think that one day, both of you will be strong enough to fight against anything and everything, and you will be ready to get back together. I don't know when that will happen, but..."

"It isn't a goodbye, it's a see you soon" I say, remembering what Declan said before he left.

"That's it, yes."

"If one day that happens... If we get back together… Will you support us? Will you be by our side?"

"I will. I promise you I will" she says, caressing my cheek.

"It would have been easier if you had told me all this before, you know? Everyone kept telling me that you were just trying to protect me, but if you had explained it to me..."

"I know. I just… I didn't know how to do it, so I took the harsh way. But I love you, Eleanor. You know I do, don't you?"

"I do" I say, sitting up.

"I'm sorry I didn't do things right. That I hurt you so much. Both you and Declan."

"It's ok" I whisper.

"I know things are gonna be very difficult. That right now you are heartbroken and feel like nothing makes sense anymore. But I'm here for you, and I will help you with everything. Now and always" she says, taking my hand on hers. 

"Thank you, mum" I cry.

"Oh, come here" she says, hugging me.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Eleanor."

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[scattered-winter]

Yeah, we all know why Bobby's "canonical biological" children are surely not in his firehouse lol Dad of the year.

I genuinely can't tell if you're serious or not but I've been itching to reblog a reply to the other ask so I'll just do it here (thanks for the convenience 😘)

never have I said that bobby is perfect. never have I said that he hasn't made mistakes. and yes, accidentally starting a fire that results in hundreds of deaths (including his family) is a pretty fucking huge mistake. owen certainly doesn't have that much blood on his hands. but the difference between them, the thing that makes bobby a more interesting and likeable character, is that every minute of bobby's screentime since the very first episode has been showing him trying to make amends for his mistake. he had his notebook in season 1, that he explicitly stated was the "ledger" to balance out the scales: he took 148 lives in that fire. he dedicated his life to save 148 by being a better firefighter and a better man (he started battling his addiction as well, if you remember).

owen on the other hand, has never once shown any ounce of this. he's made mistakes, both as a parent to tk and as a person. normally this wouldn't be grounds for me to hate him so much, since mistakes are what make the characters human, but the thing about owen is that there's no follow-up. there's no trying to fix his mistake or make amends. there isn't even a fucking apology. every single one of owen's mistakes are swept under the rug and treated like some Big Heroic Thing (tm) because owen can't do anything wrong and thus can't be shown apologizing for anything because he Was Never Wrong In The First Place.*

*admittedly this is more a result of the writing itself than owen's actual character, since all of lone star has this narrative of owen being The Coolest Perfectest Guy Ever. but in my eyes that makes it even worse, because there's nothing more frustrating than seeing this guy who has canonically done Some Shit receive zero accountability for it, even from characters who are the most prone to point things out/be blunt (such as judd, marjan, or paul). not only is the writing affecting owen, but it's affecting everyone else by literally making them act ooc when it comes to owen.

bobby, on the other hand. his whole arc in season 1 involves him coming to terms with his past and slowly opening up to new opportunities for love (both with the 118 family and with athena). he's struggled and fought and reconciled every step of the way to get to where he is now, and it hasn't been easy. and even now that he has the 118 and a family with athena and her kids, he's still doing everything he can to make amends for what he did to his family years ago.

the episode "may day" comes immediately to mind as one of the biggest examples of this. may is trapped inside the burning call center, and bobby is finding himself reliving the worst night of his life. (this seems to be the theme of the episode, as chim and albert went topside to vent the roof---exactly how kevin died years ago.) but bobby straps on his gear and runs in after may. he even goes so far as to shield her with his body as the roof collapses, but they both make it out safe and relatively unharmed.

in my opinion, may day was the episode where bobby finally made amends and found peace. yes, he lost his family to fire. yes, it was partially his fault. but for 5 seasons he's been scraping and fighting to make amends and "balance out the ledgers," and now he finally had, by saving may.

even more than that, the reason why I love bobby as the Firehouse Dad so much is that he's been shown to be the firehouse dad. he comforts and supports them when they need it. he teaches them how to cook (which is how he shows love imo but that's a topic for another post). he clearly cares so deeply about every single firefighter in the 118, and it's hard not to love that.

and back to owen. he has his moments (such as supporting marjan in "human resources"), but for the most part it's hard to see him really filling that role (especially when the narrative is TELLING us that he is, but not really SHOWING us). he's so self-centered and egocentric that he overlooks and sometimes even downright ignores things inside his own house, and yet the narrative still paints him as a perfect fire captain who has never made a single mistake his entire life. despite the entire show glaringly pointing to the contrary.

tldr: the reason I love bobby so much more than owen is because, while they've both made mistakes, bobby is the only one who has fought for redemption for those mistakes throughout 5 entire seasons of the show's runtime, whereas owen's mistakes are overwritten and ignored by both him and the overall writing and there's no effort from owen to apologize or try harder to fix things.

#ik anon isnt gonna care abt this because they cant read if theyre trying to defend owen in MY inbox #but i wanted to type out this rant and they gave me a perfect opportunity to do that <3 #ty for ur service o7 #i officially dub thee #rob lowe anon #also pspspspsps here's a piece of that owen rant that people were wanting #anti owen strand #bobby nash #911 abc #911 lone star #911 meta #<- i guess

[every-dayiwakeup]

The One Where Eddie Doesn't Die

TW: unedited, THAT scene rewritten, mentions of abuse and N*il ofc is his own 🚩🚩

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Munson?" Billy Hargrove bellows over the thumping and screeching of the bats. "Are you a fucking moron?"

Eddie, with the look of a scolded child on his narrow, paled face, tries to fight out of Billy's killer grip, punching weakly at his stupidly broad chest. "Not... a... moron."

"You were gonna cut that sheet." Billy's voice is quieter now, albeit a bit hoarse from all the yelling. "You were gonna die-"

"What do you care? Dude, you don't even know me!" Eddie snaps, and Billy doesn't loosen his hold on him, but Eddie doesn't feel restrained. He's still pissed, though. Who wouldn't be?

Hargrove had done nothing but send him death stares and chew gum with his mouth open since Eddie had met him.

"Oh? I think I do. I was a coward, too. My whole life. I was never a hero. A hero saves people. I couldn't save my mom, I couldn't make her stay."

Eddie stops struggling, and Billy's grip weakens to match his shaky tone. "My dad, he was a... mean son of a bitch. Like, really mean."

Eddie nods, tight lipped. He was never good at conversation that wasn't about Ozzy or Metallica.

"He started hitting me when I was seven. When I broke his mother's clay pot. Knocked it over by accident, of course. I told him I didn't mean it." Billy subconsciously covers his left eye, and Eddie looks, truly looks at Billy Hargrove, for the first time.

And he sees everything, even the sharp yet beautiful edges, because ugliness and Billy Hargrove could not ever exist in the same sentence.

A scared little boy, so hated by a world that did nothing but watch as he suffered. A dutiful son. A brother who would kill to protect his sister. A child who hadn't felt a loving touch in so long, he'd forgotten the very existence of such. Love? Hope? Foreign to him. And how could someone who was treated so horribly ever know that there was any other way, if it had never been shown to him?

He gulps, willing himself not to cry.

These were not his tears to shed, and he wasn't a bitch, but he couldn't deny it; he felt sorry for Billy Hargrove. Still, he had a burning question, and his lips were not meant to be zipped this long.

"Your dad was a dick, and I'm sorry. But what does that have to do with me? You literally just met me, man."

"And I clearly have more of a respect for your life than you do," Billy says, a dangerous edge starting to return to his voice.

Ouch. He took it back, Hargrove was a huge dick. Was he right about his pointed assessment? Spot fucking on. Didn't mean it didn't sting. "Fuck you, man. Fuck you!"

"I'll pass. You're not my type."

Eddie growls, shoving at Hargrove, who apparently consumes a steady diet of concrete and human suffering, because he doesn't move an inch. Bastard. "Why did you bother, then?"

"That didn't sound like a thank you."

"Well, I didn't ask for you to!"

Billy rolls his eyes, and turns to Henderson, the fire in his eyes smoldering into something akin to concern. "Dusty, kid, are you alright?"

Henderson nods, wiping his eyes. "I think I just shit myself, but I'm alright."

"Kid's a trooper," Billy says fondly, ruffling Henderson's mop of curls. "I hope Robin, Nancy, and... Steve are alright."

Eddie narrows his eyes in suspicion and a tad bit of... jealousy? No, annoyance. Definitely annoyance. He has finally met his match, and not in rock n' roll hell."You call them by their first names."

"Yeah. I respect them."

"Wow. You're a fucking dick."

"So I've been told."

"Answer my question, Hargrove, or I swear to God, I'm gonna go out there and-"

"What? Sacrifice yourself for a town that doesn't give a shit about you?"

Again, right on the money. Hargrove wasn't as stupid as Mike said he was. "You don't understand. I left C...Ch...Chrissy there. I saw her and I-I ran."

"Seems like a normal, appropriate reaction."

"Too normal for me," Eddie grumbles.

Billy frowns, and lets him sink into the mattress. "That instinct kept you alive. You made it this far."

"But that-that thing killed her! You didn't know, you didn't see-"

"The same fucker that killed your girl, he made me his bitch. Gave me these." Hargrove pulls up his shirt, revealing gnarly purple scars littering his upper torso. "Ugly, I know. They're the only scars that can never go away." Billy shakes his head like a wet dog, the same thing Eddie does when he wants to ward off pesky thoughts. "I thought I was ready... to you know... kick the bucket. Bleeding out, and all I thought was how... disappointed my mother would be. If she was there, waiting. The doctors said my heart stopped twice. That I wouldn't have made it... if it weren't for Steve and his band of Rugrats."

"Are you two just gonna sit on your asses or are you gonna help me?" Dustin huffs as he closes the last possible entry.

"Your screeching is gonna aggravate them, Henderson." Billy snickers as he ducks a soda can, and Dustin flips him off. Yet there's a clear connection between them, almost parental. Albeit, an unconventional father who definitely needed someone to reel him in at times.

Not that Eddie would know much about that.

"I didn't think I was worth fighting for. I didn't think I had anything to live for. Truthfully, I'd felt dead inside since my mom left. But it does get better. Granted, it takes time-"

"You're talking in circles, buddy."

Billy rolls his eyes, muttering, "Jesus fuckin' Christ" as he ties his matted curls into a sloppy bun. "You don't have to be the hero right now. This? This is a battle. Losing your life won't avenge Chrissy." His blue pupils switch from Henderson to a yellow sweater on the floor, dilating slightly. Harrington's sweater. "Your death won't help anyone. This is a war. So..." Billy holds out Eddie's makeshift trash lid shield, staring at him intensely, "are you gonna fight?"

Eddie takes the shield with a surprisingly steady hand, gripping the metal. His jaw sets in newfound determination. " 'Till the final countdown," he replies, and Billy half laughs, half groans.

"Good. Then don't pull that sacrificial bullshit, this isn't your time."

He smirks; he's starting to figure out the land mine that is Billy Hargrove. He'd even go as far as to say he'd like h-

Like annoying him, that is.

He gives Billy a mock salute, winking, and underneath the muck, he swears he sees a hint of redness on the blonde's freckled cheeks.

Oh, he's going to stay alive for a little longer. There are so many more people left to annoy.

#harringrove #billy x eddie #mungrove #billy x steve #this is exactly what happened #fanfiction #harringrove week #billy would have saved eddie #rat boys gotta have each others backs

[eisforeidolon]

First of all thank you so much for always providing such detailed panel summary and description. You do such amazing job and your dedication is so lovely.

Now I wanna mention I am a huge huge fan of both Sam as a character, and Jared. He has been growing on me ever since i learned more about his mental struggles and watched his con videos. He is so choatic and funny and comes off as both genuine and smart. But I do notice he sometimes makes some insensitive comments.

How do you feel about the cat joke in minncon? It has been ruining my mood really and I don't even know who to tell because I don't wanna come across any Jared hate :( yet the comment was quite... distaseful. He did start with how he does love cats so I really try to see it as him just being very young, and probably very inexperienced and thanks to Jensen he was quick to fix it, but I really wished to know your insight too. Do you think it was just a bad joke? I love Jared but I am also very sensitive over such things....

I kinda think what happens is that the guys sometimes take what they say about being one big SPN family a little too literally and forget for a moment that they are actually in a big room full of mostly strangers. So they tell jokes or funny stories that would go over just fine with people they know well who know them well, but are about sensitive subjects where it's very likely to strike a wrong chord with at least a few people in a wider, less personally-familiar audience. Even without certain people in the audience eagerly waiting for something they can actively inject bad faith into.

While a lot of Jared's jokes are dad jokes, he more generally just tells a lot of groaners, and I 100% think that's all this was. Dude lives in what's practically a full-on menagerie and frequently talks about his and his kids' love of animals and did immediately preface the whole story with how he does love cats (and dogs). I suspect he was trying to make his story funnier to match the irreverent tone Jensen's story about his kids' drawings being terrible had set - but in quickly pulling a joke off the top of his head, managed to hit on something some people will never take as a joke. He immediately clarified he wasn't serious and Jensen added another joke about pissing off all the cat people to help lighten the mood. I wasn't at all upset by it because it was so clearly a joke, but I did definitely go "ohhhh Jared nooooo" in my head because I could easily see how it might be legitimately upsetting to some fans.

It kinda reminds me of one of the cons a while back where there was a Jensen and Misha panel and the fan got up and asked an earnest mental health question and Misha blew it off and Jensen made a joke about "never keep fighting". IIRC, they moved on and seriously answered after that, but it struck a very sour note for some fans for them to joke about mental health and a campaign of Jared's very close to a lot of fans' hearts, which I think was totally understandable in a similar way.

As much as fandom loves to put these guys on pedestals, they're just guys who are doing their best to entertain a crowd in what is, after all, a very impromptu fashion. I know I couldn't get on stage and engage entire rooms full of people for an hour con after con unscripted without sometimes hitting an awkward note.

#askboxery #anonymous #con drama

[simpingwriter]

#14 Nathan Prescott x Kathryn (LiS OC)

'Two dipshits and Bacon'

Oh yeah, am back. Not with MHA. But with Life is Strange's local misunderstood asshole, Nathan. my bad, grabbed the wrong piece of creativity in my grey cells :)

Take it or leave it, but MHA will come too at some point, Hawks is still my main simping target.

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This was so bad...like, terrible.

You had promised your mom and your step dad that you wouldn't do this again!

Yet here you were.

Outside your dorms at night, dodging the security guards' field of view. You just wanted to clear your head for your music assignment and this is the thanks you get?!

Lots of heart attack inducing sneaking later and eventually quietly booking it when they turned away from where you needed to go, you finally got to the front part of the school, targeting the well in a quick beeline.

Sitting down on the well's edge at the front entrance, you make out a person near the trees. It definitely wasn't a security guard, unless they got smart enough to pose as another student that cheated the night curfew. For a while you ignored them, they did the same with you after all. But then it began to rain in ribbons, all of the sudden and without any kind of warning, like for example a simple starting pitter patter like it usually did. Standing up, you quickly fish out your umbrella from your small bag, almost dropping your headphones and something else in the progress.

Just as you're about to run for the dorms again, you remember the person under tree. Are they still there? Yep, just as many minutes before. You really should ask them if they had an umbrella for the downpour...

Weak ass arms from P.E fighting against the heavy wind that came with the rain, you got closer to the person leaning against the tree, clearly making out smoke leaving their lips.

But then, like a deer in headlights you make a full stop. That's not just ANY person or student. That's Nathan Prescott.

'And it's best if you stay way from Nathan Prescott, he's fucking unhinged!'

That's what Alyssa told you when you met her on your first day, not really getting the time to ask her about the 'why' of that apparently unwritten rule on campus: to avoid any interaction with the young Prescott, that is was best to not even mention his name, probably unless it was gossip like that from Alyssa. The gossip part wasn't actively mentioned to you but obviously you knew how highschool was. Unforgiving.

But, you being you, what better to do than to possibly find out on your own, why he apparently was such a menace?

"Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, bitch?" Wow.

"What a horrible conversation starter..." You quip relatively carefree across the small distance still left between you two, eyeing his expression becoming first surprised and then the apparently usual angry, "Yeah, maybe because it wasn't, you fucking idiot."

Against your better judgement — you definitely shouldn't have stayed that long on the roof in the burning sun listening to music during lunch break today, probably got a heatstroke during that — you cross the small gap left between you two. Nathan was almost a full head taller than you and you slightly had to tilt your head to catch his piercing yet almost dull looking gaze, one that couldn't decide between being confused or mad.

"You shouldn't stay in the rain like this. You'll get sick." You state the obvious, holding your umbrella a bit higher for him to fit under too with his extra height. Now he was the one to stare 'like a bitch' as one side of his upper lip was pulled up, "Do i look like i – Fucking Hell!" Mid sentence an acorn and some huge ball of hail almost hit him straight on the head, only missing his nose by an inch as he jumps back with a curse leaving his lips.

Quietly you pull up your eyebrows, pointing at your umbrella with an innocent smile, "Last Chance." Why be mean immediately if you could try the other way first?

Without any more words, he gets under the transparent umbrella with you, crossing his arms as he matched your pace back to the dorms, the guards gone now...probably to get themselves umbrellas as well. His red jacket was wet no matter what, just as was your black sports top, dripping at the seams from when you hadn't pulled up your umbrella just yet.

Before you could say your goodnights to the Prescott, choosing to not antagonize anybody without good reason anymore, the dorm's doors got thrown shut in a hurry that said nothing but 'I don't wanna be seen around you.'

The next days, you suddenly seems to see Nathan almost everywhere you went, not just in class. Or maybe you never really realized how often your paths crossed in school before yesterday night? As often as two persons could in four days, of course. But today it really stuck out to you.

Even when you went to use the toilet, you bump shoulders with him, only hearing him produce something that you could only call something akin to a growl at your back before you disappeared behind the girl's toilets door.

Later but not sooner, you finally finished all lessons for today and you stood on the parking lot — next to your car — to plan where to go for some quiet and isolated practicing time for your vocals, impatiently tapping your fingers on its blue hood. Yet you didn't get that far as you heard some people gasp and step to the side as someone barreled past them onto the parking lot. At first, you paid it no mind, someone's rage wasn't always your business, also not anymore...until the footsteps stopped right in front of you and your were pressed against your car with enough force to draw a shocked gasp from your throat.

"Stop following me around, you fucking bitch!". It was Nathan, you could hear the boiling anger in his voice more than usually when around him. "What possibly makes you think i would follow you around, huh?" "Because i literally see you everywhere, dipshit!"

Still pressed against the hood of your car, you take it to yourself to tilt your head, question marks popping up in your head, "Breaking News, we visit the same fucking school, now please let me go..." You couldn't show how angry you could get. You had to follow their rules to stay here. Nonetheless, this wasn't worth the trouble.

" 'please let me go...' , Jesus fucking Christ, you stupid bitch piss me off!" He scowls, roughly pushing himself away from you, giving you your space for just a moment before he was back in your face, "Just stay the fuck away from me, get it?" "Whatever..."

Hopping into your car, seeing the Prescott stomp back off, probably to let his anger out on someone else, you drove off without a real plan of your destination now. In the end, you drove to the diner one of the students told you about. Two Whales. Apparently the best one of it's kind in the next 50 miles.

Parking your car on a parking lot a bit down the road due to the others being already in use, you walk back to the diner. The door rings as you enter and immediately your nose is hit with a heavenly smell of Bacon!

Despite the overfilled parking lots, the dinner is basically empty, only three other costumers inside currently. For a moment you think about whether you'd take the booths or a seat at the counter. Of course you took the booth. It didn't take long and soon you had ordered a plate of eggs and bacon, extra bacon for extra money. Drinking your coffee, you hear your phone beep. Shitttt, you have to take your medicine.

Quickly, you produce a pill bottle from your backpack, popping two into your hands and then into your mouth, drowning them in the "coffee" that was clearly more milk and sugar than anything else. Milk probably wasn't the best liquid for medicine, but oh well. As you let the pills disappear back in your bag, you hear the diner's bell ring again. Cold shock ran down your back as you made eye contact with the familiar blue eyes, staring you down like a bull in front of a red flag.

"You can't be fucking serious..." He mumbles with gritted teeth, but you heard him clear as day. Why? Because he steered straight towards your booth while he did so, sliding in without a question being asked, "This is MY booth, dipshit." He spat, almost loud enough for the rest of the diner to hear, but thankfully most of them are too busy seeking wisdom and riches in their tenth cup of black coffee by now.

"I don't see your name on it..." "My name is basically on all of town, bitch, now move."

His name?

Sure.

"Your family's name, Prescott." You correct with some courage, letting your old attitude shine through as the blonde server came back with your plate and one extra one with the extra bacon on it. With a smile, you ignore his usual daggers for eyes as you kindly thank her for actually making your wish come true. Mmhhh, Bacon.

"Who do you even think you are!?"

Hm?

"Hm? What...do you mean?" Crunching on the crispy strips of bacon, you eye the boy with question. Maybe you missed something.

"Nobody even dares to talk to me that way! Didn't they ever tell you what i do to smart asses like you?" So he isn't used to people treating him like anyone else, like he wasn't Richie Rich? Unsurprising.

"Even if, it's not like i care. Prescott is just a name, jail is just a place and maybe, just maybe, you'll watch your voice. Don't threaten people with possibly violence if a cop isn't even 10ft away from you." You "smartass" back, all while keeping a gentle tone, still determined to show that you aren't an actual threat...even if he might be the bigger one anyways.

"I talk how i want, i basically own this shithole." "Your family–" "I don't wanna fucking hear that!" Smiling mischievous at his poor choice of words, you lean onto the table of your booth with one arm, "Then what do you want to hear? Appraisal like from a butler? Fearful begging that you don't sue me to the moon? A request for at least a dime of your ridiculous riches?"

For once, Nathan had been entirely wordless as his already intense stare became even harder, but not even just anger, just like back then. Watching you eat your scrambled eggs — you in return always keeping your eyes on him, still kind of on edge that he could blow up all of the sudden — his hand suddenly extended, grabbing a bunch of bacon strips like a hooligan before standing up from the booth.

"Hey! Give those back!" You shout in feeble protest, standing up after him as he gave a dry laugh while making his way out the diner, stolen bacon quickly disappearing into his mouth. "Quit yapping, idiot, it makes you look even more stupid."

These encounters didn't become any less, they actually increased and you swore that it was him that was actually stalking you. Whenever you ate out at Two Whales before or after school, he'd pop up with his truck, come in, settle down in the same booth you chose, steal some of your food while being his usual rude self before leaving again, like nothing ever happened. And somehow he always managed to take the favorite parts of your meals. Being yourself, one day you just ordered your choice of food twice instead, waiting for the usual ding of the door before he let himself fall on the opposite bench of your booth. If he wasn't such a dick whenever he talked to you...or about you, how dumb you were, people could almost identify you two as some weird kind of friends.

"You're a goddamn fucking glutton too, who would've guessed..." He criticized at the sight of the second plate, hand already reaching over to yours by routine by now. "Get your dirty paws off my plate, Prescott. That...is yours..." Without fear of the "repercussions", you slap his hand away from your own bacon, the first time you ever fought back to his food theft, earning yourself a sharp glare as you pointed at the plate across yours, "I'm the last person in this shithole that needs to get food paid for them." He was right, he could easily buy his own food. Hell, he could buy all the bacon in the diner if he REALLY wanted to bother you.

"Eat your fucking Eggs, Prescott..." You groan while resting your head in one hand, forking up your own scrambled food, as always. And for once you also got back to tasting the greasy bacon as well, savoring its heavenly texture. He did too, albeit with a constant sour tone to even his chewing and crunching, however he managed that anyways. "You piss me off." He suddenly stated, nose scrunched up as he eyed you with suspicion, "You're like all these other whores in the past, trying to get on my good side so i won't bully you, isn't that right?"

All theses other whores? Who did he mean? The girls at school clearly didn't sound like they ever even tried in the first place to be nice to Nathan to see if he had a different side to himself. Something he maybe actually didn't have, but you didn't know him for long enough yet to paint a clear picture about your opinion of him. "Oh please, I'm not nice because it's you. I just think it's wrong to immediately see the worst in everyone just because you heard some rumors..."

For a moment, nothing 'smart' or angry was thrown back at your head, his mouth hanging just ever so slightly as he seemed a bit caught off guard at your suddenly once more gentle words, but probably mostly about your — to him now familiar — even gentler smile. He didn't know nor believe it, but you meant it.

"...Well... you're clearly on the wrong fucking path with me, dipshit." He finished his plate in a sudden hurry, leaving no room for you to argue before he stormed back out of the dinner, but not before he snatched your very last piece of bacon...of course. What an ass. Maybe you just had to live with at least achieving a mutual agreement of you both being "dipshits", though you're just one in his mind.

A week passed once more, Nathan walked down the school's secondary hallways, the one that also housed the two new practice rooms for the music majors, one for vocal practice, one for Instrument practice. And one class and computer room reserved for music majors, which was actually more of a room with a projector, a small stage that could fit three people and two rows of empty desks down a vertical line for the students' equipment needed to work on refining the recordings they made of their music or for writing notes during class.

The Prescott didn't really notice where he was until he heard the guitar to his right, rolling his tired eyes. Most of the music majors acted like they were incredibly superior to the other art majors, simply because "they actually used their body to make a living in the future". A statement that made him laugh out way too loud at the double meaning it had without most of them realizing. Not to forget that 99% of their kind used Auto Tune. Fucking fakers.

Shockingly, the only one of these bastards that didn't say such words was the girl from the diner. He didn't even know your name, having paid no mind to it till today, even though you had all your classes — except music — together. There were only three things that he always remembered when he unfortunately had to waste his precious thoughts on you.

1. You're fucking annoying.

2. Surprisingly expressive. Why couldn't one of his rare occasional photo "muses" have such an expressive mug??

3. Clearly no sense of knowing when to fuck off or when it was time to mind your own business.

Unknowingly to him, in a few moments he could add a fourth point to the list of things that kept bouncing around his already stressed and troubled enough brain.

While on the right he heard someone practicing a song on a guitar, a girl's singing voice came from the left door, slightly ajar. Uncommon curiosity pulled him in like a cat about to lose a life, pushing the door slightly open to the big room that was built like two small record studios, windows parting him and the desks with clearly haphazardly plugged in recording equipment thrown across it from the two "empty" rooms, walls covered in the common face of black acoustic foam. But it was the person in the recording booth that made it anything but empty, that drove a cold shiver down his back.

The nameless diner stalker with the crave for way too much bacon.

You wore nothing but black sports shorts, your usual white sneakers and an incredibly loose white tank top, the "arms" cut open so wide he could see the burgundy and black lace bra hugging your frame perfectly from where he stood.

"But i give in so easily and 'No thank you!' is how it should've gone, i should stay strong..." Your voice sang into the mic in front of you and unfortunately your voice sounded...good. Very good.

"But i'm weak and what's wrong with that!?" You continued, putting seemingly your soul into the tune of the song he remembers hearing on the radio every so often, easily hitting each note and switching the tone of your voice within moments to match the speed and rhythm given by the instrumental of the song running over the laptop and through the speaker in the background. The window had to be a one-way, as you gave no indication of having seen him, continuing through the song unbothered.

By then, it was like his hands moved on his own, pulling out his camera, capturing the exact moment when you got to the loudest parts of the song's refrain, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open with your teeth at one side peeking out from under your lips, frozen right in that moment. In the moment he captured, it looked like you were yelling out in pain, screaming for someone to come to your aid. Or screaming in pure rage at some unjust act.

You almost finished your last song to practice for the cover project when you saw a flash go off at the edge of the door that parted you from the darkened room and the control desk with your laptop and mixing board. Worried for your equipments' safety, you run over to the slightly ajar door, almost kicking it open to catch the sneaky photographer.

But you found nobody. Fucking Photography majors...

What you did find was your mixing board on the ground, cable drawn towards the exit of the practice room with a tight loop, like someone tripped over it in their hasty get away. Picking it back up, you immediately realize that some of its buttons had been now loosened, but worst, three, the most important, broke off entirely, the back of it cracked in two, revealing its electric insides.

While it wasn't madly expensive and definitely not giving you the highest quality in output of audio, it was the only thing you could afford with your money from being a semi-known creator without having to starve for a month afterwards."Fuck... How am I supposed to finish my project now!? All my work..."

If you had been more focused on the stranger that apparently took a photo of you and also broke your poor mixing board, you would've taken a look outside the practice room and you would've seen Nathan holding his Camera in his shaking hands, eyes wide from when he accidentally took down the mixing board, indeed having stumbled over the cable, just as you expected. Why did he feel bad for breaking it? He shouldn't give two fucks about it!

But he did. Somehow.

Immediately on his way to the dorms, he began looking something up on his phone, so deep in thought that he didn't even hear his name being called by Victoria.

"That's what happens if you buy cheap ass budget Equipment..." He mumbles on his bed, scrolling through various sites, searching...

The next two days, he somehow did not meet you once, not even in class? Were you sick? Did the mixing board actually pull you down that much?

And why did he even give a shit about that now as well? Had your ugly mug already become such a routine to him that it stood out to him like a sore thumb?

Shaking his head free of these unwelcome and intruding thoughts, he continued listening to Jefferson's lesson. Ever since then...he felt incredible unease near that man, knowing exactly that Jefferson had him in his hands with...with those photos. But of course he couldn't nor would he show that, acting the same way he always did. Yet all he wanted to do was run. Run far far away, away from the man that blackmails and uses him. Away from his past mistakes.

When he didn't find you even at Two Whales, also for the second time now, he felt...odd, squinting at the empty booth. An empty plate, some small crumbs of scrambled egg and bacon left on it, told him that you might've been here shortly before he came. That or it wasn't yours. He thought you would hold out longer, but in the end you're really just like the rest of Blackwell and Arcadia Bay, fake and only nice because you're afraid, rightly so too.

In his room, he loaded his recent photos he took onto his laptop, coming across the five he took of you when he stumbled across you practicing. As annoying as you were, fucking pissing him off actually, but you were looking incredible in the photos, your expressions while you sang were genuine and perfect for his type of photos.

Ignoring his other photos for now, he edited the five shots of you, putting the usual black and white filter over it, along with black censor bars over your eyes for the stylized touch. If you weren't such a bitchy bother, he would almost think about thanking you for the unexpected inspiration. Never happening, ever. Nathan Prescott doesn't thank others. Not anymore.

Finished at last, he leans back and takes a wider angled look at the end products. And suddenly he realizes something when he looked at your faces in the pictures. Mr. Jefferson can never find out about these pictures...what if they inspired him too, again? No. Not another. Anything but that...

It was almost sad to know that these photos had to stay private, never to be seen by another. But this damned school was a fucking cesspool of gossipers, the photos would reach everyone is less than a day.

Almost sad.

"I'd rather not have her think she's actually worth something just because she gave me a few good shots with her ugly mug..." He tells himself, hiding the finished photos on a locked part of his photo files, printing out his favorite one for his portfolio. He didn't have many photos centered around actual people, usually just around objects or places with people maybe in the shots. He slid the portfolio, his secondary one filled with all photos he didn't need someone to see, back into its hidden place between the wall and his small bookcase.

He only cast a glance out the window of his room shortly, but when he spotted one of your usual types of outfits, he was immediately at the window, watching what you were doing. With a note in hand, you went to pin something against the pinboard at one of the paths. You straight after went back to the dorms, vanishing behind the big wooden doors.

Biting his lips in thought, he decided whether or not he should look at what kinda shit you posted up. But...why should he even care?

Right...?

A minute later, he stood in front of the board, against his better decision, reading the note of yours. You're advertising about babysitting for younger family members of the other students to buy yourself a new mixing board after your old one was broken "because of your own stupidity." You wouldn't even accuse anyone for breaking it...weirdo.

"Again...that's what you get for buying budget garbage... probably from Target or some..." He mumbles to himself after tearing down your note. Just the thought of you letting yourself down to an even lower lever than you're already, simply for being your annoying overly kind self, made him cringe.

Running, out of breath from the distance you had to put behind you, you throw your body through the door to the toilets, panting as you leaned against the now shut door. This was too close, fucking Madsen caught you when you came back from smoking, definitely smelling the familiar scent of it on your clothes. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to be there at that time of the day!

Resting your hands on your knees, slightly feeling yourself stare holes into the ground and the air at the fact that you almost got caught smoking weed not even a month into the new school. If your parents would find out that you continued your antics and habits at Blackwell as well, they'd surely drag you back home with their own hands. That was the last thing you wanted, not after finally getting some amount of autonomy without their constant bickering for being "such a difficult kid".

Standing up straight again, stretching your back out, you look around the room, thinking about using the opportunity to quickly use the toilet. Until you see something that definitely doesn't belong in the girls' toilets. Urinals. Fuck, you accidentally went into the boys' toilets in your hurry...

You heard the security guard's voice, he was asking around about you, if the other students saw you. They had to have seen you, you were not easy to overlook, you're not wearing the most dull colors today, it being a fitting set of sport shorts and a top in neon blue with pink sneakers. Add that to your unusual or maybe even erratic behavior and you got perfect gossip fodder.

But they didn't. Each voice you heard denied knowing where you went. So this school does have some sort of comradeship under its students, surprise surprise...

Nonetheless you're stuck in the boys' toilets for now. It seemed relatively quiet, so you must be lucky enough to be alone right now. What better time than now to explore the dank hole the guys call their "fart sanctuary". Guys will be guys, but honestly, sometimes you wished girls were that way too. And you meant generally speaking, not just those weird outcast girls that tried acting like "one of the guys" to at least be accepted by them. Even then they didn't manage to fit in with them, only looking desperate or edgy. Or both.

What made you so bitchy today? Maybe, just MAYBE...your broken equipment from yesterday? Or the weed. Nope. It's the equipment.

Dragging your feet across the white tiles, you push your hands into you shorts' pockets and curiously eyed the various doodles and writings on the stalls and walls, occasionally on the mirrors too. One specific one on the mirrors though caught your eyes.

" 'Kill the rich kid'...?" You lazily read out, feeling the hits you took finally take actual effect, but still clear enough in the head to get its implications. This was 100 percent directed towards Nathan. Maybe it was a trick of your mind or maybe your current change in how you took in things, but you suddenly could hear something you didn't hear a few moments ago. Quiet, incredibly restrained sobbing, in one of the stalls and it definitely didn't start just now, it sounded way to advanced for that. Whoever it was tried to muffle it desperately so you couldn't hear him, holding back something.

"These fucking assholes, man... can't you just leave him be?" You groan, pulling a few dry paper towels from the dispenser at the wall, making them wet at the faucet before returning to the nasty words.

You had read enough of such kind of insults at your old school, specifically against your best friend. And it wasn't even like he was an unapproachable dick like Nathan, he was actually one of the best people to talk with. He was a kind "Himbo" that liked his weed too, as well as alcohol — in moderation — and throwing parties with you.

But many people only saw the status he got with his parents and their last name. They only saw the money. The generations long "class jealousy" of the middle class sometimes disgusted you, especially since it also hit those that maybe worked hard and long to the give their children a good live or those that never showed off to push others down.

Luckily the writing wasn't made in something waterproof. So it clearly the guilty student wasn't too smart. "I'm sure you're a good person... somewhere in there." You claim while thinking about how until now, unlike you for him, Nathan hasn't found even one nice word for you. But you're patient when you believed in something. Guess weed gave not just bitchy tendencies.

You thought about just leaving it at that for a moment, no longer hearing Madsen outside in the hallway, but an idea popped into your hazy head. "Done." You pop your waterproof marker back into your backpack, nodding satisfied at your own writing. It wasn't directly pointing towards Nathan, more towards the greater population. But since it's in the same spot as the former insult, whoever wrote that will know who you mean.

Turning back towards the exit, you went to move back out and to find a way back into your dorm room without this pinscher of a guard finding you again. Not before finally acknowledging the unknown crying dude on the toilet, "And you, I'm sure, whatever made you cry... It will change for the better. Take care."

You push the door open and leave as sneakily as you could, only for Dana — who stood opposite of you now, frozen in motion as soon as she saw you — to quietly eye you. "Shh. I wasn't here..." You whisper towards her, quickly sliding out of the main entrance before anyone else could notice, only seeing her hold back a chuckle as she nodded with a thumbs up.

As you left the toilets, he finally managed to fully stifle his sobs, cursing under his breath. How lucky had he just been that she didn't hear his voice in his pathetic crying? Wiping away the fresh tears from his already worn out and slightly red eyes, he unlocked the stall door with a shaky hand. The other hand pushed some stray hairs back up that escaped his usual hairstyle. His eyes went back to the spot that held the words that caused his breakdown. He should've gotten used to them by now, but he didn't.

Wait. Those aren't the same ones...

'Everyone deserves a second chance, even assholes.'

With knitted eyebrows he went over the words, again and again. The phrase was no use to him, but you couldn't possibly know that, know that he had already way too many 'second chances'. All exactly because he was the 'rich kid', his parents made sure nobody knew of the shit he caused already.

And blackmail made sure his biggest mistakes didn't get out.

Hell, even if you're actually just nice towards him because you're so fucking naive and gullible, thinking that actually everyone deserves a chance of kindness...he couldn't fucking believe that. Nobody in this world is nice without reason, especially if money was in the game.

He had to leave the toilets now as well, he had to drop off the package he received. And he had to unfortunately meet...someone.

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he is a feral dumbass and i love him for that.

nO questions asked.

#Life is Strange Nathan Prescott #Life is Strange Nathan x reader #Life is Strange #Nathan Prescott #Nathan Prescott x Reader #Nathan Prescott x OC #Life is Strange x Reader

[compassionatereminders]

vent about my mothers ocd and anger issues

okay so my moms ocd and anger issues are causing huge problems in my family and its really bothering me. Like she will not take respondibility for her rituals when its clearly hurting people around her and she wants us all to do things her way, and if we do it our way or if we make any mistakes or we are not going fast enough like she does she gets Extremely angry at us and Extremely petty and says how we are incompetent and useless and acts like we are the worst people alive for making tiny mistakes.

and if any of us say How we feel about it she just goes "well do it right the first time and i wont get mad" she also hates when any of us show feelings and does not care whatsoever about it and is very emotionally distant towards everyone.

It also Bothers me that she picks fights with my dad a lot when all hes trying to do is Help her,

for example he tried to help by making dinner because she was saying she had a lot to do and she got Angry at him and was being really petty and giving him the silent treatment. He asked whats wrong and she said nothing and he kept trying to get her to talk to him because he doesnt know why she was angry at him and he wanted to know how he could make it better because she does not talk/communicate at all to him when shes angry and as soon as he went outside she started to rant about how he whines too much and how hes a little bitch.

It gets under my skin but if i say anything about her she'll get on me and go "oh i guess since im such a horrible person fuck you" or some variation of it and ill feel guilty as fuck because i never said that. All i want her to do is to actually talk to my dad and communicate and explain things to people and fucking have a conversation and get her anger issues/OCD under control bc it makes everyone miserable to have to hear fighting for teo weeks straight/have angry tension consistently and having everyone tiptoe around her when shes in a mood. Its a constant gussing game constantly with her and no one knows what she wants or what mood she'll be in and it affects everyone and im sick of it and if i had the money rn i would move out in a heartbeat.

Am i in the wrong for thinking any of this?

No, you're not in the wrong for being upset that your mom is taking her mental health issues out on you in this manner, especially if you can't even have a constructive conversation with her about what's happening and what to do about it. It's not her fault that she has OCD, but it's her responsibility to work on it. And if she isn't doing that, you're allowed to be upset. She's an adult and she shouldn't be acting like this no matter how mentally ill she is.

#chat with kat

[fratboykate]

FBAU - Has Yelena ever been In the Wrong. Not just casually, like normal bickery fights. More in the whole 'Now I must do the running and convince my Beautiful Idiot that I'm apparently ALSO an idiot, but I can fix this'. I figure it would be less grand, slightly ill-timed gestures than when it's Kate, more solid work at providing measurable improvements and a graph to show how that improvement could be plotted out along the axis of 'give me another chance'. (Although it might also be one of the few times that Yelena asks her Dad for relationship advice. 'You have messed up frequently, yet mom has always forgiven you. How and why, if we assume from the outset that 'these guns' isn't the answer?')

Papi give us more FBAU angst it's so juicy. I know the one we had is over but it can't be the only problem they had.

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ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST (me chanting about FBAU)

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"Hi, baby!" Kate is moving around her apartment doing stuff while she answers the call. "I saw your train left a little late and I know it's gonna be tight but I was thinking we could maybe squeeze in some…fun alone time…before we leave."

Kate lands on her kitchen counter. She rests her elbows on the marble and brings her hand to her chin while she looks at the device in her hand and playfully lifts her eyebrows a couple of times, driving home the point of what she's alluding to. Yelena looks at her seriously from the other end of the video call.

"Kate, I didn't get on the train. I can't make it."

Kate laughs at first, then when she sees that Yelena is very much not sitting on a train and that she isn't joking, she grows serious.

"What the fuck?"

"It doesn't seem responsible for me to…"

"'It doesn't seem responsible' for you to come hang out with me while me and my team get a couple awards after we busted our asses all year? We've built this thing up from the ground and people are seeing it. That's fucking huge. I want you there with me, babe."

"Kate…"

Kate cuts her off. Her tone is different now, harsher. She's officially pissed off.

"I've barely seen you my last few weeks up there and you straight up asked me not to come on my last week because "you had a lot going on" an…"

"I do have a lot going on! And you're distracting! Always. You always want to talk or do something or be somewhere. I don't have time for it. My deadline to secure the extra funding is coming up and…"

"I told you I would give you the money!"

"I don't want your money, Kate! Besides, that's not even how this is supposed to work. The whole point of me doing this is proving myself as a researcher and a fundraiser. Right now it feels like I'm failing at both and it doesn't seem efficient for me to come down there and fuck around for a weekend."

"There hasn't been much 'fucking around' happening at all."

"Oh god, not this again."

"We haven't had sex in over three months!"

"There are more important things in life, Kate. Jesus."

"It might not be important to you but it is to me."

"You're not a hormonal fourteen-year-old boy. You'll live."

"Heaven forbid I want to have sex with my wife. How terrible and inconvenient of me…"

"It is inconvenient actually that whenever I'm trying to work you're basically trying to hump my leg like a dog. All the time, Kate. All the damn time. It's part of the reason I don't want you around. It's annoying."

The words cut deep.

"'It's so shitty of you to find me attractive and want to make love to me, Kate.'"

Kate retorts in a mocking voice, seemingly imitating Yelena.

"It is when I'm trying to do other things, yeah."

Yelena deadpans back.

"You're fucking cold as fuck when you wanna be you know that, right?"

"No, I simply don't need to be on top of you all day long to prove that I love you."

"I don't need to prove shit. Obviously one of us loves the other one more and it's clearly not you. For the last year, I've been the one putting in the effort. I'm married to you, you're married to your stupid fucking dissertation. You just sat there, looked me in the eyes, and told me that the most important night of my career so far is 'fucking around' to you. What the fuck?! I'm there for EVERYTHING. Remember the book thing? When the one book you needed was in the Jersey library and I jumped through hoops, charmed the lady into giving me a library card even though I don't live in Jersey, and drove it four fucking hours so you could quote ONE fucking sentence from it? Yeah. That was a fun adventure. You wanna know what I didn't tell you? We had a massive investor meeting that day but I bailed on Wes and Em last minute so I could solve YOUR PROBLEM and caught SO MUCH SHIT FOR IT…FOR YOU. This thing has taken over our ENTIRE LIVES and I've been there all the way but you couldn't be bothered to get on the train and be here tonight??? For ONE thing??? Every day I wish Harvard had rejected you. You'd be living here and we'd be happier."

"Go fuck yourself, Kate ."

"Someone has to!"

"You're such a child."

"You know what? It doesn't 'seem responsible' for the SVP of both the Fastest Growing and Most Innovative US Company Of The Year to be wasting time on this bullshit call. Connect with my assistant if you want to reach me. Better yet, maybe it should just be my lawyer. That seems more 'efficient'."

Kate ends the call.

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I mentioned that they had their frequent average couple bickering, but they didn't ARGUE a lot. When it did happen tho...PHEWWW...it was like "WE'RE BOTH ABOUT TO FUCK THE OTHER UPPPPP". Nuclear shit. They limited the GOOD ONES to maybe twice a year, but when it happened, it was borderline "we're fucking dooooooneeeeee" maybe 1/3 of the time haha. That's how intense they got.

They stuck with couple's therapy since they were twenty-two, so they never went through with the whole "actually breaking up" shit. Ultimately they really had a strong foundation, but I think there is no fucking way you can be in a long-term relationship with someone and not have Big Problems every so often. Doesn't matter how much therapy you have under your belt. It's human nature. Besides, your therapist isn't there 24/7 with you, so like...when left to your own devices...shit happens.

I think it was like 85-15% on who was in the wrong in every argument and I think we all know which of those is Kate's number lol. But while Kate fucked up more frequently, Yelena fucked up more intensely??? Does that make sense? Like...she didn't come up to bat as often, but when she did, they were like EPIC FUCK UP HOME RUNS. Most of the time.

The situation above is a prime example of that...

#kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

[shadowonwater]

Pokemon Scarlet Playthrough part 16: getting lost in the land of fog and sparkles, meeting Kori's evil twin and also a robot lady, and fighting an evil time machine, Main Story Complete

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So I went to Research Station 3 and I'm on my way through the cave to 4. I ended up getting lost and going around in a loop. I was like "wow it sure is taking awhile to get to that last station" I was lost

Me and Arven fight a Great Tusk just like we did in the dessert. And Nemona was jealous we already fought such a cool Pokemon. And Penny was rightfully concerned with wondering how it got out.

So we chatted about Koraidon. That not only was it an ancient Pokemon but it was the first that Sada brought into the future. I imagine that must have been wild for the big guy. Apparently two were brought into the future and the other one should be at the lab. I wonder how Kori will react when it sees the other... I'm a little worried to be honest. I just get the feeling somethings wrong.

I now get why Arven was so hostile to Kori. Kori is connected to why his mother left. Arven's whole deal is just a constant stream of "that's rough buddy".

Anyway talking about the other character's parents... Penny's dad sounds great! Penny is like one of those kids who finds anything their parents do annoying and/or embarrassing. They sound really nice. Nemona's parents seem ok but not great like Penny's. But I called it that her family was rich as fuck. I mean did you see her house?! Same could be said for main character's house. They are both huge houses and are like right next to a beach. They are also far away from the town. Rich people. Also Nemona's dad is involved with Rotom Phones. I have... feelings about Rotom Phones that give me a very negative impression on him for that. But that's entirely based of headcannon that based off the fact that Rotom Phones kinda give me the heeby jeebies. They just have bad implications when you really think about them.

So afterwards I got lost as fuck, ended up doing a whole ass loop. Before winding back where I started. It was then I noticed the cave and was like "oh, I was suppose to go there." Cave is pretty as fuck. Look at all them crystals! I also caught a Scream Tail and a Flutter Mane! I finally got to catch some of those ancient Pokemon and I'm excited to catch some more!

Penny mentions the crystals might have a connection to tera and I'm like "duh". And then I keep trying to walk but my Switch ran out of power so it's plugged in, so I'll give it a moment then get back to playing while it's plugged.

Well instead of the short break I intended, I jammed out to some of this game's OST on Youtube, then I went and had lunch. We've opened the last lab, I haven't gone in yet.

So the cave area is so freaking beautiful, love all the crystals and the shallow water so much. The ground being a dark purple really helps those crystals pop! The cavern at the bottom is so big! Took me awhile to explore it. I found two different small caves, one had a crystal in it. I've been taking some screenshots as I've been playing along because it's so pretty.

So we get to the 4th lab, and clearly something is wrong. There are crystals growing inside and it looks like something had rampaged it there. Sada goes all glitching and freaks everyone out, it looks like Arven may know what's going on.

The journals speak of the other Koraidon being aggressive. I don't think I said this before but I've been suspecting that my Kori's trauma has to do with the other Koraidon. And this journal backs it up.

The journal also mentioned a partner of some sort who left around the time Arven was born... perhaps the Violet Professor? and/or Arven's father? It could also be Clavell though, since he seemed to be aware of what Sada was trying to do with the time machine. Maybe even Geeta. But my best guess is Arven's father.

Well Sada was having a hard time getting people to work with her and she was losing funding I think. She wished she could be in two places at once. I suppose this is her motivation for what she did.

skipping ahead, I move to unlock the gate. The other Koraidon shows up and is an ass, just as expected. When it sees the door opening it sees that as a more important priority. Why? I'm not sure but I guess it wanted to get in. A bunch of Paradox mons come out. THis would have been a great opportunity for horde battles or at least 2 v 2 but alas we got none of that.

Penny and Nemona go chasing off after some that ran away. I'm not sure why they're so worried, this place is huge, and I don't it'll be too big of a deal if they get out. Well anyway Arven's going to hold them off and I have to go through the door, see you soon.

Ok so uhhh... beat the game have much to say. Lots of shit happened, some expected, some not.

So I go in the door and I'm like "oooooo, spooky dark tunnel". I must say this before I continue. I knew already by this point that Sada was an ai and that the real one was dead, it was spoiled to me. When I saw Sada's body out of the corner of my eye when walking towards the end of the tunnel I was wondering if Pokemon had enough balls to show a dead body, because I thought that was her body. I didn't know the ai had a mechanical body, I thought it would just be in a computer. Another thing, I assumed the ai would be evil, I was wrong.

So Sada bot starts up and is like "oh your here, good". So she tells me she's a robot and that the real deal is dead, and died in the messed up Research Station 4. It's unclear how long that happened ago. She could have been dead for a long time and no body knew. But it also could have been very recent. I wonder what happened to her body... this is gruesome but was it eaten by the asshole Koraidon or something?

Well Sada Bot wants me to help destroy the time machine. So I find that the original Sada would have been a huge fan of Jurassic Park. She just loves ancient Pokemon, thinks they're cool as fuck and that having them around again would make the world a better place. So she straight up builds her time machine. Problem is she didn't consider the ecological disaster that would happen if these Pokemon got integrated into the rest of Paldea. And I'm like "you have a good point".

So the two of us go to the crystal room where the giant ass ceiling time machine is. And I find out the reason she needed the book, and I was wondering, was because it had an id card needed to stop the machine. Anyway the crystal room is crazy and beautiful, holy shit. But yeah she's like "btw the time machine will probably posses me to fight you" So I turn it off, or rather, try to.

So first fight. I've heard that Sada has a killer theme, and they were right, this theme slaps. I like how her speech has weird characters and numbers in it to show her being glitchy. My fight went pretty well, she gave me a good fight, but nobody fainted. I was reasonably good at guessing her Pokemon's types. I even knew the typing of two of them because I caught some myself. The way she just stands up their on the pedestal is really cool. And she just casually drops the extremally rare Masterballs down to the ground like they are nothing.

So first battle over, and I think the thing is over. My friends show up and are like "what's going on, Sada are you ok?" Sada is not ok. All our Pokeballs got locked, I heard mention of this when looking around at Sada's stuff in the other room. Well all Pokeballs except those registered to Sada. I'm like "Ah, It's time for Kori to shine!" And Sada herself goes kind of Tera and has these crystals growing on her. I know she's a bot, but that's still really freaky.

Kori's evil twin shows up to fuck us up. And don't forget, Kori's Evil Twin was the one to kill Sada in the first place while it was trying to attack Kori. The Evil Twin means business. So I toss out Kori and he goes into battle mode and I'm like "oh man, the boss has a big health bar and all I have is one Pokemon." Anyway my beginning attacks didn't do much but then the game let me Tera him and I start using Tera Blast. Suddenly the other Koaidon tears apart like a wet paper bag. I take it down in two shots.

Sada bot is in control of herself again and she sees Arven and fueled by Sada's memories she's all like "wow my son has grown so big!" And Arven realizes his mom is dead, that's rough buddy. So Arven says something about his mom putting her time machine work over him being an understandable and I'm like "NO! Her son should have at least shared equal priority! Your mom just kinda sucks" Honestly, Robo mom is both a better mom and a better person in general than the original.

So Sada bot is like you can't stop the machine so long as I'm here. So I'm going to fulfill Sada/My dream of going to the past. And the characters are like "noooooo" and she's like "byeeeee" and she goes into the light, literally. And when she's gone the machine stops functioning.

At this moment a thought ran through my head. One that made this whole thing very confusing. You see the paradox Pokemon were here because Sada made a time machine. But it seems to be the Scarlet Book that inspired her, at least to some degree. The Scarlet Book came out a long time ago. So how the fuck did Heath see Paradox Pokemon?!? They truly are a Paradox. The best guess I have is that maybe the time machine wasn't pulling everything into the future all the way? Like in it's attempt to drag some Pokemon into the future it dropped the ball part way through and they just wound up in Area Zero.

Another thing I want to get into... there's still a lot of mystery surrounding Area Zero. What the hell is Tera energy? Where did it come from? Sada was just using it to power her technology, there's got to be more too it. It looks like it came from a meteor that created the crater. Also what the hell is [redacted].

Another thing I want to bring up that crossed my mind.. I have compared Area Zero to Area 51 because of the danger and secrecy. It's not the best comparison though, since the danger of Area 51 comes from humans not nature. No a more aft comparison is Area X from The Southern Reach Trilogy probably better known as Annihilation. Since the danger is more the area itself as well as the wildlife. And also the fact that there is clearly something unnatural about this place.

So back to the story, we all decide to go home. We share a nice scene where we strong arm Arven into taking a nice long walk. Credits Roll. It's very odd to hear an actual pop song playing and not video game music. We cut to my dorm room and I'm called to the Clavell's office along with my friends, and immediately I'm like "who snitched?"

We could have all kept quite about it but I guess some people found out about it anyway. We don't get in trouble despite sneaking off to a place off-limits. But only because we saved Paldea. Nemona wants to put on a tournament and Geeta wants me to be a gym inspector, I hope all those gyms bring their A-Game. Also as I expected, Penny has to help patch holes in league computer security. And Penny's like "But I haven't watched my anime yet." Geeta smiles but it's a threatening smile and Penny is like "ah! I'll do it now!"

And so I head off to fight some gym leaders, there still things to do like the tournament. So this isn't the end of my playthrough yet. See you next time! Hasta la vistar! Toot-a-loo!

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #first playthrough #playthrough #live posting #area zero

[aotopmha]

I saw Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero. (Spoilers!)

I think the little details made the movie as much as they sometimes frustrated me.

As always with DB for me, out of all things, it's not the transformations or introduced retcons that annoyed me (these are actually pretty shallow things if they are surface level stuff that can be easily ignored, which most of the new stuff in this movie is, like the blood relations to Gero or the forms Gohan and Piccolo get or even the strengthening of Shen Long), but the character stuff.

Out of all of scenes, Vegeta basically complaining that Goku can't focus on the mind in his training is the most annoying because such a huge part of Goku's training was about him learning to focus on the mind. He already learned that lesson a long time ago, but out of all of the details the movie lovingly remembers, that's not one.

But on the other hand, I love how much of a contrast this movie serves for Piccolo's growth as a character.

He's even referred to as Demon King several times, but in the end, aside from the Gammas, he's probably the most selfless character in the movie.

I especially love what is done with his sacrifice. It's not even specifically for Gohan, as it has been for so many times. It's for the world.

He's not the Demon King or God. He's just someone who has grown to love the world and wants to protect it with all his might.

I love what is done with Gohan, too. Yes, the whole "Gohan stopped training" trope has now, in my eyes, been done so (too) many times. But what I really like about it in this movie is how it parallels Goku.

Gohan really loves being a biologist (and it's really nice the movie finally fully clarifies what kind of researcher he is) just as much Goku loves fighting.

Oh no, he's becoming his dad.

But both also really do love their family.

This movie clarifies as clearly as it at this point can, what Gohan's character arc is about, which is stepping up when he needs to (which he already learned), but it also adds the new element of responsibility to his character where he (and also Videl, actually) had grown to neglect Pan because of what they love.

If Gohan completely slacks off, everyone he loves will be in danger, which we know, but if he only focuses on studying he will also end up neglecting Pan.

But as we learn at the end of the movie, he at least had been training the Makankosappo in secret.

Finally, the third notable party in the movie are the Gammas and Dr. Hedo and I think they're up on the top tier with Beerus because they're the second group to have a little more gray motives than usual. Hedo is the antagonist because he accepts a shady deal for creating something he cares about, but at the same time admiring heroes, so not out of bad will.

And the Gammas are just following orders. They even always somewhat felt it was wrong, but were told what was right or wrong and followed those orders. But in the course of the movie what they believe in is questioned and they end up choosing the path that felt right in the first place because that's how they were created – as heroes. It's something pretty complex for usually a very simple story and some really solid character writing.

But the big points out of the way, I spoke about how small details make the movie as much as they are a source of frustration, here's why they make the movie:

-I like the little gradual arc Pan ends up having where the little bit of action she gets leads to her learning how to fly.

-Gamma 2 creates the sound effects as holograms.

-Broly's and Lemo's increasing investment in Goku's and Vegeta's fight was fun.

-Gohan's eyesight is a problem in his normal form.

-Similarly Krillin has a little mini moment where he is cowardly, but as always, he pulls it together and ends up stepping up.

-I think this is the first time where I truly found Gotenks antics funny. It never quite landed in the original story, as "fun" as it was for a little bit.

-It's nice Goten and Trunks grew up and I'm really happy they brought up their nature as Saiyans. I've been saying this for a while now. It's loose, but I absolutely say it makes sense.

-As said, I really like that they elaborated on what kind of researcher Gohan was.

-I like how Gohan kept it together with his new transformation.

-I like how Piccolo used his giant form and stretchy abilities.

-And I like some of the neat settings for battles.

Finally, I'll comment on the animation: it was for the most part, fantastic.

The texturing always wasn't, but the movement itself was really full of personality and the bits of 2D animation in there were always great.

I think this one can go on the Saturday morning cartoon fun list.

#Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Super #Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero #DB #DBS