#i feel like there are 3 realizations i had in or around 2019 that really contributed to my like

[autumnteawithfriends]

I despise CherriSnake and here’s why

Before we begin, something I want to clarify is that I don’t care if you ship or don’t ship CherriSnake. You do you, I’m not here to stop you and neither is this post. I just personally wanted to make a post on why I absolutely hate this ship.

Also, props to @cagneyblooms for helping me come up with some of the points.

REASON#1 - They don’t really work as partners for me

This is more of a personal reason to me, but CherriSnake is one of those ships to me where it feels like they absolutely can’t work out as a couple. Since the pilot is somewhat treated as canon in the show, they make no sense considering the fact that Pentious and Cherri absolutely despised eachother in the pilot. Both of them were locked in a turf war against one another and that hatred was mutual. Yet the show does a complete 180 from that and makes Pentious have this crush on Cherri out of nowhere, likely because Vivziepop wanted a straight HH ship and instead of deciding to just make a different character to pair Pentious/Cherri with or just make a entirely new ship. She just looked at the fandom, saw that CherriSnake was somewhat popular, and decided to make it canon last minute. CherriSnake during 2019-2023 just felt like a joke ship to me or something shippers who ship every character together would make. I mean, CherriSnake practically falls into a TON of popular tropes (Enemies/Rivals to Lovers, Angel x Demon, Girlboss x Goofball, probably way more) I’m not dissing this tropes, I even do these tropes myself with OC x Canon pairings I make. It’s just that CherriSnake felt rushed and last minute.

REASON#2 - They lack chemistry and actual interaction

To be fair, I partially put the blame on both Amazon Prime and Vivziepop for this. Amazon Prime because they only gave HH 8 episodes to really show its story, but I also blame Vivziepop for this. Because not only did she waste whatever time she had with those 8 episodes by showing us useless filler with the Vees and The Overlords instead of actually delving into the main sinners and why they’re in Hell. But she also crammed WAY too much content into 8 episodes instead of giving HH proper pacing.

But onto CherriSnake chemistry, Cherri and Pentious’s regular interactions pretty much prove to me that Vivziepop understands nothing about how actual relationships work and just make their dynamic one sided on Pentious’s part. Let’s be honest, Cherri does not reciprocate Pentious in the slightest considering the stuff she does to him. The shitty two dicks joke aside, not only was the kiss between her and Pentious forced because it was only a “heat of the moment” deal, but she also did this.

(Source: TV Tropes under Sir Pentious’s page)

I get that Cherri isn’t exactly a nicest sinner demon in Hazbin, but this combined with the two dicks joke and the kiss she and Pentious share makes her seem incredibly shallow (which she is considering how rushed this ship is in general) If Hazbin Hotel was like Bojack Horseman like some people claim it is, either these would happen.

A. Cherri realizes she was shallow for only wanting Pentious for his two dicks and never really considered how he felt, either leading Cherri and Pentious staying friends or Cherri breaking it off with him.

B. Pentious calls out Cherri for being shallow, thus giving both him and Cherri some development.

C. Cherri realizes that she only liked the kiss because it was less of them being in love and more of a heat of the moment adrenaline rush.

Or literally anything else. Cherri and Pentious never have a genuine interaction that either doesn’t make Cherri seem incredibly shallow or isn’t comedic.

As for the final reason, it may be a bit of a stretch, but I still think it counts.

REASON#3 - It’s borderline pedophillia

Again, props to @cagneyblooms for making me realize this point. Also, because pedophillia is very much a serious topic + I don’t want to throw the term around. I’ll be providing more evidence than the other two.

I’m not kidding, CherriSnake (atleast to me) becomes borderline pedophillic once you think about the lore Vivziepop spoon feeds us through her livestreams instead of diving deep into it. According to Vivziepop, Sir Pentious was in his mid 40s (best speculated to be 45) when he died while Cherri died in her early 20s, already raising a few eyebrows.

Yeah, this is already gross enough, but something that makes the age gap worse is the difference timeframe in which these two died in. Sir Pentious was confirmed to have died in 1888 London and Cherri Bomb died somewhere in the 80s. So not only was Pentious A GROWN ASS MAN WHO ALREADY HAD LIVED AND DIED BEFORE CHERRI WAS BORN, CHERRI WAS LIKELY BARELY A ADULT SINCE SHE WAS EITHER IN HER EARLY 20s AT BEST OR BARELY IN HER 20s AT WORST! This is also mentioning that Sir Pentious is also technically older than Cherri in Hell because depending on what exact year Cherri died in, Sir Pentious had either already spent nearly 100 years in Hell or he actually spent 100 years exactly in Hell when Cherri died. The only thing that really softens blow is that Pentious got a crush on her when they were both in Hell, meaning Cherri was technically still in her 20s in a way.

To conclude this, I hate CherriSnake. It’s one of the few Canon ships I actually despise since I either don’t care for Canon ships or I actually ship Canon couples as well. Even if Vivziepop wasn’t a terrible person, she’s still a really fucking awful writer who can’t stick to anything at all and is more concerned about her shitty Stoltliz soap opera rather than writing a good story. Writers like Vivziepop are the reason why research makes a good story.

#anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #anti vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critical #sir pentious hazbin hotel #cherri bomb #anti cherrisnake

[freak-accident419]

Good Looking Boy

Billy (Burn 2019) x GN!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: You and Billy make your endeavor to escape. Then you’re faced with Melinda. But what will even happen after all of this insanity?

Word Count: 3.0k

Content: gender neutral reader, fluff, guns, attempted suicide(?), smoking, mentions of death

(A/n: thank you for all the support, thank you all so much for reading!!)

-

“You got it yet?” Billy asks.

“Yeah, yeah, hold on, almost there,” you reply hastily.

After a while, you two decided to find different ways to escape. After your conversations and laughter would die down, you’d realize the dire situation you two were in, getting back on track as you figured Melinda could come in any second now and cause more destruction.

You two came up with the idea of releasing your leg first, which was duct taped to the chair leg, because it was probably the easiest restraint to get out of. Your position was complicated because you were laying on the floor on your side, still stuck to the chair. You shimmied your leg, gradually removing its attachment from your pants, rolling the duct tape into a thin ring that you can slide out from the chair leg.

That was the plan, at least. You weren’t successful yet.

Until you began to see the tape begin to roll in on itself, becoming thinner and more flexible around your leg, unsticking from your pants. “Oh shit!” You gasp in awe, continuing to jerk your leg. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“What? Is it working?” Billy asked, trying to look behind him, but only able to see the back legs of your chair.

“Almost, it—” Your eyes widen as you keeping moving your leg, then tried to scoop the ring of duct tape out of the chair leg, stretching it until…

“Fuck! Yes!” You exclaim in delight, slightly panting from how much energy it took. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“You got it out?” He inquired urgently.

Your one leg was entirely free. Sure, it was a small victory, but it was a crucial step in getting out of here alive. “Yeah,” you replied, smiling. “Yeah, I-I did, now what?”

”Okay! Good! Alright. Good job, Y/n,” he says supportively. “Umm… Shit, now what?” He mumbled to himself in frustration.

Your other leg was still duct taped to the chair, but it was against the floor due to your position. There seemed to be no way to do the same thing you had previously done to get your first leg out.

“Um… Fuck…” you muttered.

“Maybe… Maybe we could try to break out of the zip ties. If a lot of force is used, you could potentially break it,” he suggested.

“Wouldn’t that really, like, damage our wrists or something?” You asked anxiously.

“At this point, it doesn’t fucking matter, yeah? As long as we get out of this goddamn chair,” he replied. “We should push our hands out in the opposite direction, one forceful movement by one. At the same time. And just keep repeating it until it hopefully breaks, or something.”

“Okay… Alright…” You agree.

“At the count of three…” he began, “One, two, three—”

You two jolted your wrists in the direction opposite from each other. Nothing happened. At least, not yet.

“Okay,” you breathe. “One, two, three—”

You do the same, quick motion again, using as much force as you could. Nothing yet, but you could almost feel that it was close to breaking.

“Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself. “Alright. One, two, three.”

Another powerful yank, but still nothing.

“Okay, okay, we can do this,” you breathe. “We can do this. One, two, three—”

A snapping noise sounds as the white zip ties break, letting your wrists separate from Billy’s as you two gasp happily in relief.

“Yes! Fuck!”

The entire time, you and Billy were continuing to break out of each restraint. Billy let his single leg loose, and you two attempted to drag yourselves closer to the desk. Finally, you stretched your leg and used your shoe to drag the scissors off the desk, pushing it on the floor to your hands. It was finally in range and you grabbed it, first cutting the tape that withheld your upper arms and torsos, giving you enough reach to cut the other zip tie.

After a few quick moments, once you two felt free of all the restraints, you immediately scampered out from the chair on the floor in opposite directions, picking yourself up until you stood, completely and wholeheartedly free.

You two immediately turned around, looking down at the two chairs on the floor, then finally looking up at each other.

Billy was very attractive.

He was practically the epitome of handsome. Like, he wasn’t the most attractive guy in the entire history of them, but he was strikingly cute. The first thing you noticed was the burn on the side of his face, in which you then remembered he told you that it was Melinda’s doing. He wore a fleece jean jacket and light blue skinny jeans, and a small gold earring. And while you were falling for him as you had conversed, you felt like you were falling even deeper as you saw his soft brown eyes.

There was a bit of silence between you two as you just looked at each other. You had been stuck together for almost an hour, but you had already gained a mutual admiration for each other.

Billy didn’t expect you to be this attractive. Actually, he didn’t really expect anything, and neither did you. But he truly and indefinitely believed that you were beautiful. Probably the sweetest thing he’s ever seen.

He broke the silence by clearing his throat, walking over to you. He wasn’t very tall, but that sort of just added to his charm. He took out his hand. “Thought we should’ve had a proper introduction. I’m Billy.” You could feel his mannerisms be a bit rushed because you were still in the same building of a psychopath.

“I’m Y/n,” you shake his hand quickly.

“Nice shirt.”

“Nice jacket.”

Billy turns around, then looks at the lockers with intrigue. He slowly makes his way towards it, looking at each of the small vaults. As you watched this, your eyes trailed downward, seeing a long, dark green bag on the floor by the wall. Your attention was pulled away from it, however, as he brought his hand inside of one locker, seemingly grabbing something from inside it.

You felt your heart race as you saw the revolver in his hands. It was like he was able to sense your fear, because he tucked it into his pants immediately and walked towards you unthreateningly. “Hey. Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he claims. You nodded softly. You trusted him. Even though you only knew each other for such a short period of time, you two had told each other so much about yourselves. It was a weird shared trauma bond, that made you wish you met on different circumstances.

“How are your wrists?” He asks gently.

You present them to him. “They’re okay,” you answered. He took your hands into his, observing the faint bruise along the wrist that you broke out the zip tie with. His fingertips were soft on your skin, the brief contact making your face heat up, almost. You then move your hands under his to see the small indents on his wrists caused by the zip ties, rubbing over it softly with your thumb. You two look up at each other and chuckle softly, looking back down and coyly smiling to yourselves.

“We should—we should go,” you say after a while.

“Right. Yeah,” Billy says, letting go of each other’s hands then cautiously looking at the desolate, white door that would lead into the store. Before you could take another step towards it, it slowly opened by itself.

And Melinda her-fucking-self was behind it.

She had a look of shock on her face, as she didn’t expect to come back to her captives being free. Immediately, Billy took out his gun, pointing it at her, making her involuntary raise her hands up in surrender, placing his other arm in front of you, letting you stay behind him.

There was fear in Melinda’s watery eyes. She let out small sniffles as she looked at the barrel of the gun, then at you and Billy.

“I-I didn’t mean for all of this to happen,” she stammered, voice cracking and tears gradually falling down. “You… You can take the money and go, it’s-it’s all there.”

You wondered what was wrong with her. What exactly drove her to do all this stuff. How she never called the cops on Billy and instead tie him up. How she tied you up because you witnessed it.

“This didn’t have to be complicated, Melinda,” Billy says sternly, a look of hatred and disgust towards her.

“I-I know,” she whispered.

“And… and you brought them into this for no reason too! They were fucking innocent, and you just had to bring them into this! I mean, I get that you would tie me up, I robbed you, but Y/n? Innocent.” He asserted. “You made me kill somebody, Melinda. I am not a killer, but you… you made me kill Sheila. You fucking made me kill somebody.”

“No, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please. You can just go. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. The money is on the floor. Behind the counter. Just leave me alone, please,” she pleaded, continuing to cry. She then looked at you. “I’m sorry-I’m sorry I tied you up too, I was scared that you’d get the police.”

You sighed heavily and looked at Billy, relying on him for direction. But she continued on, making you look back at her again.

“I—I’m going to burn this whole place down.” She claimed. “I’ve covered the entire store in gasoline, just leave while you still can, p-please.”

“Why the fuck should I believe anything you say?” There was hostility in his voice. “Walk.” He ordered, waving the gun around, gesturing for her to walk back into the store.

Billy walks towards her as she goes backwards, with you following him. The neon blue lights of the store caressed your skin as you passed the door, completely leaving the employees only back room and being met with short aisles, composed of shelves filled with candy and chips.

“The money, it’s back there,” she pointed as you were now all in the center of the store. He looked at her with suspicion, slowly making his way to the front counter. You followed behind him, leaving Melinda with her hands up as Billy seemed to have found it, grabbing a black backpack and swinging it over his shoulders. Then, you two turned around to see Melinda, except…

She looked at you two with bloodshot, sad eyes, and an ignited lighter in her right hand. Shit. You looked down, and it appears she wasn’t lying, because gasoline coated the bottom of your shoes. “Okay, good, you can… you can have the money, just… just leave me now, please,” she begged.

“Wait. Let’s just… We can get you help, okay?” You offered, feeling a bit of sympathy for her. You knew she wasn’t exactly right in the head.

“Y/n, no,” Billy warned, looking at you sternly. “I honestly love how you continue to prove to me how much of a good heart you have, but Melinda? She is fucking crazy.”

“That’s why we should, I don’t know, get the cops, get her to a hospital—“

“Y/n. You don’t know what she’s done. Plus, we cannot get the cops involved. What are we gonna tell them, huh? What, are we gonna mention the fact that I was trying to rob the place? That it was my gun that fucking killed Sheila?” He stammered, which ultimately saddened you. “This woman is beyond redemption, okay?”

“So what? What, are we just going to watch her set herself on fire? Yeah? You’re really going to be okay with that?”

“Y/n, please. I don’t want to argue with you. It’s us or her. Do you see the goddamn lighter in her hand? She’s going to drop it any second and she is not going to wait for us, so we have to go. Okay?” He urged, grabbing onto your shoulder and leading you two to the backdoor, still pointing his gun at Sheila.

“Billy, wait,” you plead. “What if she’s just bluffing?”

“And risk catching on fucking fire, huh? We have no fucking time, let’s go!” He exclaimed, leading you out to the backdoor, your eyes meeting with Melinda before you were abruptly shoved outside.

It was freezing. Every exhale you took was visible in the cold air.

Billy closed the back door, moving the dumpster to block the exit. You two stood outside, a few feet away from the building, waiting for it to be set in flames. But it wasn’t. So either Melinda was truthfully bluffing or changed her mind. But you felt grateful, because you would’ve felt guilty if she hadn’t.

You took out a pack of cigarettes from your pocket, grabbing one from it, placing it between your lips and taking out a lighter from your other pocket. As you first exhale, you watch the back of the building. Nothing going on at all.

You weren’t sure what would happen after this. If Melinda would go to the police. If Billy would get caught and/or pay back his debt with the bikers. And what would you do?

You turn your head to look at Billy.

“May I…?” He trailed off, gesturing to the cigarette in between your fingers.

You chuckle under your breath then handed him it, watching him place it in his mouth and taking a drag. It was kind of silent. And it was still cold.

“Are you gonna go pay off your debt now?” You ask him softly.

You watched the smoke escape his lips as he nods. “Yeah. Then I’ll just… get the hell out of this fucking place…”

There was another moment of silence. An uncomfortable, uncertain silence.

“Will I… Will I ever see you again?” You ask hesitantly as he hands you back your cigarette.

He gives a low chuckle, offering you a gentle smile. “You’d really want to see me again?”

You hummed softly. “I feel like it’d be nice…” You say quietly. “Maybe when I’ll be getting gas again, you’re there to rob the store.”

He scoffed. “Y/n—“

“I’m messing with you,” you let out a small laugh. He smiles at you. You felt comfortable now. And you shouldn’t have been, because it was fucking freezing, but as cliché as it was, he was warming your heart.

He looked into your eyes deeply, which drove you to observe his soft face. You couldn’t exactly describe what his facial expression was or meant at this moment—until he expressed it with his words:

“Come with me, Y/n. Please.”

It was urgency. It was a look of urgency and desperation.

“I’ll pay off the biker assholes and then—then I’ll pick you up and we can leave together. Come on. How does that sound?”

“Billy, I—“ You were shocked. You didn’t want to throw your whole life out in this way. You were very fond of Billy, you could swear it, but this was too much. “I can’t, I… It’s just too… too crazy.”

“I-I understand. Completely. But fuck, I… I don’t want to lose you…”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You felt bad. You didn’t want to lose him either. Goddamnit, why did he have to be a damn fugitive?

“Somebody’s gonna have to work cashier number five for Macy’s, Billy,” you joke softly. You put out the cigarette on the snow and grabbed his hand. It was comfortable in yours, fingers fidgeting with each other, rubbing the skin tenderly. You rubbed your thumb over the gold ring that embraced his index finger, in which the metal was warm against your skin. “If we were in… another circumstance, maybe I would. But… I can’t just throw my life away like this. While you’d be starting anew, I’d be discarding everything I’ve ever known. I can’t sacrifice that for you.”

He nodded, staring at his hand in yours. He wouldn’t have thought you would have agreed anyway. He just had so much hope. Like his goddamn Marlboro, he wanted more of you. “Right… Okay, I understand,” he reckons dejectedly.

“I’m sorry,” you say warmly as you watch his thumb move across the back of your hand. You look back up at him.

“It’s okay,” he replies gently. “I hope I’ll see you again, Y/n.”

“Me too,” you add.

“Goodbye, Y/n. Thanks for… for getting us out of that shit hole. And… being a good person.”

Now it was your turn to scoff. “Give yourself some credit, dude. We escaped together. It was a team effort. And also… I think you’re genuinely a good person too. You were just… faced with unlucky predicaments.”

He grins appreciatively, letting out a small chuckle. He looked down at your hands that were in his, then back at you. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Billy,” you felt the warmth of his hands leave yours, making his way back to the front of the gas station to get to his car, leaving you there to stand alone in the cold…

*** A Few Weeks Later ***

If you had to do a rundown of everything that had happened ever since, then it would be simple—you got away with all of it. Melinda must have had permanently discarded all of the camera footage before police could get it. But as seen in the news, she was arrested for accessory to murder, then hospitalized from signs of mental illness. It seemed that she didn’t reveal much and ended up lying, because you never saw Billy’s face or information on any wanted posters.

Now you were at your job, working as a cashier, handing a woman her receipt after she paid for her items. She then left with her bags after chirping an expression of gratitude. Your head remains downward, sort of dispirited and not in the mood today. “Welcome, did you find everything alright?” You enunciate in monotone, yet with a slight endeavored cheerful tone, as you saw the figure of the new customer in your peripheral vision. You grabbed the single item that the customer placed on the counter and scanned it sluggishly.

However, you finally paid attention to your surroundings and realized what the purchase was: a Kentucky Wildcats cap. You let a sharp inhale, as the sports team only reminded you of…

You look up to see the customer standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as your breathing stopped.

You really couldn’t believe your eyes.

There was a smirk on his face as you felt a blissful smile begin to tug on your lips.

“‘Go Wildcats,’ am I right?” Billy recites.

#billy burn #burn 2019 #billy burn x reader #billy burn x gn!reader #billy x reader #burn josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x gn!reader #billy burn x you #gender neutral reader #mike schmidt x reader #clapton davis x reader #peeta mellark x reader #fnaf x reader #mike schmidt #peeta mellark #clapton davis #gn!reader

[sparklecarehospital]

been reflecting on my year a bit, and i was thinking about something. i think i know what the best thing i did for myself this year was.

making cometcare public. making the ask blog.

ive had this AU stirring in my brain since 2019, ever since i got really attached to doomi during the haunted arc. one reason i went so long without revealing pollarrydoomi as a ship to readers was because doom's crush wasn't public information until late 2021.

i had kept his crush a mystery for 3 years, but revealed it after a fun experience where people figured out who it was through guessing. i'm pretty sure i did a poll about it? asking people to guess who they thought it was, and uni won the vote, meaning everyone had already figured it out.

after pollarrydoomi was revealed and i started drawing art for it and people made fanart for it, i still couldn't post any of my AU art because ally wasn't public and she and howie were in the AU. in july 2022, for the comic's birthday, i revealed ally as a character to the readers. others around the time had started to notice characters i had in pfps and i ended up telling everyone i did have pollarrydoomi ship kids, but i didn't make them public.

in november 2022, i revealed eve on toyhouse. after her reveal, i would soon reveal sly as well in december 2022 on my birthday (revealing sly as a birthday present to myself is such a funny gesture now that you guys know how important he is to me). over the next few weeks i revealed cream, frosty, and marco as well. all of the main cometkids except chem.

then one day someone out there suggested that i make an ask blog for the cometcare AU. it was such a spontaneous decision, and i didn't even really know what i was gonna do with it at first. i was just kinda messing around. but when i made the blog i realized that if i wanted this AU to be experienced in complete authenticity, i couldn't make uni cis.

so i revealed uni being trans through the blog, despite the fact i'd gone so many years without ever revealing her identity. why did i do it? there's a lot of reasons. not wanting to make her a "dad" in the AU contributed, but also i felt like it wouldn't be detrimental to the story to confirm a character being trans. it also made me (and the crew in general) a lot more comfortable being able to properly refer to uni with her actual pronouns.

making the ask blog really changed me, because finally i could share this little family and comfort story i'd built in my brain with the world and make it real and make content for it and let people consume it.

but what stopped me most of all?

i've said it many times before... but i felt like it was cringey.

i felt like making an AU with 93985893844 fankids in a ridiculous complicated polycule wasn't something a Serious content creator should do, and i was really worried the reception would be negative or people would think it was stupid or something. i did NOT expect it to become as popular as it is. the blog actually has more followers than the MAIN ASK BLOG for the canon comic. it was received SO POSITIVELY and the fact it was just kind of blows me away.

it means so much to me. being able to share the most special thing in my life with people and for people to actually like it and have fun with me and want to see it, and for me to be able to not have to follow strict professionalism about spoilers and chronological storytelling, and being able to change and add in things whenever i felt like it. it's such a freeing experience.

when i was a kid, i used to make stories and OCs and i didn't take them as seriously as i do the sparklecare reboot. this kind of turned into my entire life and career kinda, so i had to take it more seriously. but making this AU honestly just makes me feel like i'm a kid again, it makes me feel like i can have fun and literally do whatever the fuck i want without worrying what people think or if it's realistic or if it makes any sense.

i know though, that some people don't like pollarrydoomi. and i know why. whether it's because of being attached to barruni (of course, they're the canon ship and main characters, i get it) or just having discomfort with the idea of shipping doom with anyone when canonically he hasn't experienced a redemption arc... i get it. i know not everyone likes it.

and that's okay! people are entitled to having their own feelings about content. i understand it. and i've come to accept that's always going to be the case with anything i do with these characters.

but i'm still going to do this for myself. i do this because it makes me happy to just have fun and not worry about being serious all the time. it feels good, especially when it's with characters that are really really important to me.

cometcare is genuinely the most special and important thing i've ever made for myself, it's such a huge piece of my identity and it makes me who i am. and being able to make this story public and share it with people and share these things that have been in my brain for so long with others means so much to me.

that's why i think it was the best thing i've done this year. it's kind of literally changed my life to be able to talk about them. it's made me happier than i've ever been making content. i'm not just making it to entertain myself alone anymore, i'm making it to entertain others like i do with other stuff. and the fact people actually like it still is unbelievable to me.

so, i guess my outlook for next year as it comes is to continue to stop taking everything so seriously. i can tell my stories however i want to. i hope others can realize they can do this too.

please make whatever you want, whenever you what, as much as you want, even if it doesn't make sense or if it's "cringe". you will be so much happier when you realize as a creator you DON'T have to take all of this so seriously. the comic still exists and people read it even if i'm doing this. You Can Do Whatever You Want And Nobody Can Ever Stop You. the only person who can stop you is yourself when you let your inhibitions get in the way of your ability to create things for yourself.

have fun! life is too short to take everything you do seriously

#text #cometcare au #pollarrydoomi #long post

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

One Of Your Kind (CH. 1)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Your dream has always been to be a movie director, and your studies have been doing great.. until you get called to work in America and you’re forced to speak a language you don’t know.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

I’m finally starting to write my series! I hope you’ll like it🖤✨

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A/N: Reader is italian, but every thought and dialogue will be written in English to make reading easier and smoother for everyone.

September 2019

Finally getting some freedom after highschool, you started your road to making your dreams come true. Living in Italy with a family that never supported you, is hard, really hard: you never had their economical support, so you had to work really hard and study even harder to get the scholarship you have always dreamed of. You wanted to be a movie director, you wanted to work in the movie industry and realize movies, tv series. The scholarship luckily covered the entire lasting of your studies, but before actually getting to work and start your career, you had to do your “training”, that is going on movie sets and watch how everything actually worked. You were a really good student and you were a really quick learner, the best in your class.

You started off easy in your country, traveling from Milano to Catania to go on sets. You didn’t really work there yet, you wanted to learn how things worked you had to observe. The actual movie directors made you hold the equipment all while you observed and learned how to handle situations, how to act around actors and how to interact with them. They also taught you a lot and gave very useful tips.

Your family completely disowned you, they wanted nothing to do with you, they didn’t want to have to pay for your studies so you were on your own. Luckily you had always found opportunities where you didn’t have to pay, or everything was paid already for you. However you even had a small part time job to help you pay house rent. Your dreams were coming true, yes, but your social life is feeling the effects of it. Between work and training, you never had time to meet people, make friends, fall in love… so in all meanings you were alone. On a good note, you never made people suffer because of your constant traveling: you knew that if you had a girlfriend, you’d make her suffer because you were never in your hometown, you were always traveling and whatnot, when on sets you had to keep your phone on silent, and it was HOURS before you could even pick it up again.

With COVID happening, your studies and training was interrupted. Even your work. You were in deep shit, to say the list. You didn’t have a job, and you couldn’t pay rent. Luckily the owner of the apartment you lived in was comprehensive enough to understand the situation and give you time, until you found a new job. You sent job applications here and there to work as a student and as a “equipment holder” on sets, you didn’t even see WHERE the filming would take place, you just needed to work, do something that could help you pay rent. 9 months passed before you actually got a call back, well- it was more of an e-mail.

THE Megan Park, one of your favorite actresses, was having her debut as a movie director on her new and first movie, The Fallout, and she was willing to have you as her student.

“Hello (Y/N)! Your e-mail where you say you have been looking for movie sets to help holding equipment has been forwarded to me by a few people. I also saw that you’re wanting to be a movie director and that you will doing whatever you’re asked to do just to be on a movie set and learn. I’m more than willing to pay for your flight from Italy to Ohio and have you as my student. I look forward to your response!”

You didn’t really understand English really well, so you copy-pasted the email onto a translator and read it. Great, you had a job! But it was in… Ohio? AMERICA? You were freaking out. It was a great opportunity, sure, you have always been wanting to go to America, but as a tourist, not as a student… you reflected at least a couple hours on it. America has always been your dream, but you were scared. Will people understand your crappy English? Will you find any friends, will you actually learn what you want to learn?

You chose to take the opportunity and reply to her letter, though explaining your problem with the language. You used a translator and sent her this response:

“Hello, first of all I would like to thank you so much for looking at my application. I really love your works and I’m more than happy to accept your invite, though I have something to say, and I hope it won’t be a problem. As you know already I’m Italian, but I don’t really know English. I mean I know the basics, but it takes me some time to form a sensed sentence and to understand what I’m being told. I know this can be seen as a malus point, but I hope it won’t be a problem.”

You got her reply after just half an hour:

“No it’s not a problem at all! I’m really glad you decided to take the opportunity even with your difficulties. I’ve seen your résumé and I get that you’re a fast learner! I believe that you can learn English as fast as you learn how to be a movie director. Within the week I will send you the details of your flight, I look forward to meeting you!”

Just like that, the next week you were making your way to the airport, with a luggage that was heavy as hell for just a month and a half, but you really had no idea what to take. Was it hot, was it cold? You had clothes for both occasion. It was summer there as it was August, but you thought that maybe at night it was colder. However you got to the airport, until you were in Italy, you had no problem. Megan had booked you a flight in first class so you had as much comfort as you could for a 15 hour long flight. However your problems started on that plane… the staff was entirely speaking English.

On the fourth hour of flying a flying attendant came to you. “Good morning miss. We hope you’re having a good flight. Would you like something to eat?” What was that she asked? And why did she speak so fast? You didn’t understand anything at all. “I don’t… speak english very well” you said, with a really noticeable Italian accent. The flight attendant excused herself and sent you someone who actually spoke some Italian, and she was your savior for that flight, but the fact of being all alone in a country of English speakers, scared you like hell.

After those long, tiring 15 hours of flight you finally arrived in Ohio and followed instructions to the exit. You didn’t know what to look for, but in the mail with the details Megan told you that she would send someone to pick you up, and that the driver would be holding a sign with your name on. It took you a while, but you found the guy and he loaded your luggage in the car before driving you to the set. The landscapes of Ohio were incredible to say the least. The movie would be filmed in a school so you didn’t have to go in the countryside, but the short road trip from the airport to the set was really relaxing and beautiful.

When you arrived on set, you were immediately lost. People gave you weird looks because they had never seen you, but you took a look at the mail Megan sent you where she told you where to go, and followed the indications that led to her office, though you never made it there, because she saw you going that way and intercepted you. “(Y/N)!” You heard someone call you and turned around, only to see Megan coming your way. She hugged you and you reciprocated the hug awkwardly. You knew Americans were confident with other people, but you didn’t expect them to actually hug people they’ve only talked through e-mails with. “It’s good to see you!” She said. Luckily, greetings you could understand. “It’s… good to see you too” you spoke really slowly, trying to make sense out of your sentence. Megan smiled “so you do speak English” she said with a smile. You had to reflect on her words before actually speaking. “A little” you said, mimicking it with your fingers so that Megan actually understood you.

The first days on set were really hard to say the least. The actors hadn’t arrived yet, and this is part of the reasons why Megan made you come before they started filming. She wanted you to familiarize with the rest of the stuff, to see where the equipment was and she even told you what you were going to do and how you were going to help her, and gave you a daily to-do list, rigorously translated in italian, to make you feel more comfortable. You talked with her through a translator for the first period of time so that it would be easier for you to understand everything and you had to say it was really helpful, she put you at ease and you couldn’t be happier.

But of course there had to be problems there, too. Because eventually you had to talk to other people, other staff members. Even though you told them you didn’t speak really good english, they insisted on speaking english and not wanting to use a translator. They used technical languages, names of the equipments, and you understood none of it. You had tried looking for the names on the internet, and you did find them but when in a sentence, and when they spoke fast, you didn’t understand what they were asking you to do.

Even when the actors and actresses arrived and got comfortable with the set and the staff, the higher ups always got mad at you for doing stuff wrong, but you didn’t understand what they asked you to do, it wasn’t your fault. People would make fun of you, calling you stupid because you didn’t understand them. You had hoped to make friends with the actresses since Megan told you they were your age, but the rest of the staff told them that it was useless, because you didn’t understand english. It’s not that hard to communicate, people just have to be patient. When filming started, a lot of times they would have to start shooting scenes all over again because you had done something wrong. It had gotten to the point where Megan would receive constant complaints about you. She had to do something.

To make things easier for you, Megan sent you texts translated in italian.

Megan: Vieni nel mio ufficio, dobbiamo parlare. [come to my office, we need to talk.]

You didn’t answer her text, but you went to her office, scared as hell for your work, for your place, for your future as a movie director. As soon as you walked in, she gave you a small smile. “Hello” you said as you sat down in front of her. “I will try to talk slow for you. Is this okay?” She asked. Luckily, you could understand when people were talking to you slowly- only Megan did this. Everyone else refused to. “I’ve been getting a lot of complaints about your work. They say you make things wrong, that you don’t listen and you don’t want to listen. Is that true?” She asked you. You gulped and thought of your words before speaking. “I don’t understand what they ask me. I try to tell them to speak slow but uh-“ you thought of your words. “They don’t want to speak slow. So I don’t know what they ask me and I make things wrong. I am sorry.” Your english was very, very bad and your pronunciation made it ten times work, but you made it work.

Before Megan could reply, you spoke again. “If you want one other student, I can leave. I do understand.” Megan shook her head and smiled. “You can stay, I understand that it’s not your fault. Those are idiots. From now on you’ll only talk to me, you’ll only follow my orders, you’ll work under my direct command so I can make you the movie director you want to be. Okay?” She said as she made her way towards you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. She also wrote that down and translated it to make sure you understood, she probably was the only one to make you feel at ease there. “So, are you making any friends? With the actors, I mean” she said, still talking slowly as the two of you walked out of the office. She wanted you to improve your English.

“No, I didn’t” you said and sighed, looking in front of you. “How come?” She asked. You looked at her in confusion, what did “how come mean?” She looked at you and laughed at your confused face, before apologizing. “I’m sorry. Why? Why did you not make any friends?” You smiled slightly. “Oooh so “how come” is also used to ask “why”?” You asked, and she nodded. “Your staff talked bad about me to the actresses. So they don’t talk to me” you shrugged and went on with your walk with her. From that day on Megan made it her mission to get the actresses to come talk to you.

You only did what Megan asked you, and slowly but surely, your work was amazing. She asked you for tips, she asked you what she could do better. At first you were scared to do so, but after a while when you had more confidence with her, your tips revealed themselves useful and she actually improved her work thanks to you. She let you check the screens, use effects, filters. She let you be an actual director, teaching you lots of stuff and you couldn’t be more grateful. But just recently, she has been trying to get you to work closer to the actresses… especially to the one playing Vada. Her name was Jenna, you learned. And according to Megan, you two could really get along.

The two of you hadn’t really talked yet because Jenna was of course too busy talking with her co-star, Maddie. But today, she had wanted to try some equipment on and understand how it worked, and Megan had given you the job to help her put it on. She stood still as you did your job and didn’t speak a word, knowing what she knew about you, she’d probably make fun of you, so you stayed quiet… but she was the one wanting to make conversation. “Hi” she said as you walked around her while setting up the equipment. “Hi” you replied back pretty quickly. This was the only thing you could understand pretty quickly. At some point Jenna had figured out you were around her age, and seeing people make fun of you because you barely knew English, wasn’t good. “You’re (Y/N), right?” She asked and looked at you and you nodded, avoiding her eyes.

“I’m sorry about what they say about you. Don’t listen to them, they’re idiots.” She said, speaking too fast for your likings. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak English very well.” You said, and she smiled slightly, before saying the same things, but slower. She was the first person after Megan who was willing to talk to you even if it meant taking hours just for a sentence. “They are idiots..” you spoke lowly, not wanting them to hear “you’re Jenna, right?” You asked just for confirmation. She nodded and shook your hand.

“It’s nice to finally talk to you, (Y/N)”

A/N: I’m sorry that there’s not many JennaXReader interactions in this first chapters, but I promise that there will be more in the next one. I really hope you’re gonna like this fic

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x r #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #vada cavell

[sir-fluffbutts]

I love love your recent comic about JJ and pepper, will JJ ever realize his feelings for pepper?? Oh and JJ and pepper really remind me of jonathan and dio, i even thought they were their fursonas at first 🤧

I DON'T THINK, I CAN ANSWER THAT

pepper and JJ's "romance problems" arn't really importent current lorewise, and whatever related to it will happen AFTER the "fish market" lore so i will keep quiet for now 🤫

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also (the main reason why im answering this question), OH BOY DO I HAVE A STORY ABOUT THAT

OK SO, jj looks like jonathan from JJBA cause...design wise, he have went through the jonathan kinsona phase

i had JJ (originaly named "piper") since 2019, and between the time he have went through a LOT of design changes

i should mention that at time time, he has been a part of a [specific CS] * i will not adress them in name as i've left the species with a bad taste in my mouth and do not want to be involved with them again

around 2020 when i was INSANLY into JJBA, i found out there was a "jjba (CS)kinsona gang" chat within the species group, and while talking with some people there, i was like "haha won't it funny if i redesign my guy into a jojo character that'll be insane" and i did just that

sadly the small group kinda crumbled cause CS is all about trading and most of the "kinsona characters" got traded and redesigned 😔 i still kept JJ intending to redesign em again.

then, in 2021 when i had beef with the said [CS] and decided to leave, i sold out most of my said CS characters, but kept JJ due to sm fond memorys on him

but i didn't want him to keep being just a "jonathan kinsona". so after a species change, giving new lore and doing bunch of redesigns, the JJ we all currently know was born into the world

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while being redesigned to his current looks, i put a lot of his previous design+ his cousin(shark)'s design elements and i feel like he turned out pretty well

definatly still have a sort of a resemblence, but different just enough 🤌

it actually seperates the characters more in his outgrows neck/back fluff ver, but (for now) he likes to keep it clean

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pepper is also a pretty similar story

his OG design was based on speedwagon and when in my JJBA CS phase i was like "wait, wasn't there a SW inspired design??" and managed to grab em

however i don't think he gets the same recognition as JJ cause

i actually don't think his OG design resembles the character that much

i officially got him (ended my trade) when the said "JJBA CS gang" started to crumble, so i almost immidetly did a 180 on his design and used him for different lore purposes

people tend to skip part 1 so they have no idea who speedwagon is (😭)

and considering how i NEVER get comments on his connection with him but constently hear about how he look like

• dio (part 1)

• DIO (part 3)

• striker (helluvaboss)

i think i've done a pretty good job on his redesign 😂💅

#ask #actually so glad i didn't get rid of these two in the said CS purge cause when achii stepped into the lore evenyrthing just clicked like 🤌 #i would appreciate if people to not compare the metioned characters with them please 🙏 didn't went through all that for nothing

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Week 3 Set A (26/11/23-2/12/23)

Model is Tsonghan Wu

1.

The Highest score this week is 39 in one go. I kept hitting an unfortunate timing block where I keep having push up days directly after my Chest gym sessions. In those I'd usually struggle to get to about 30. But I'd do Pause push ups to make up for the lapse. Those feel so good. Another benefit of this is the constant failure and progressive overload is exploding my chest. In 3 weeks of doing these in addition to MURDERING Push days, my pecs have grown so much. Gonna have a whole library shelf by the end of the summer.

2.

This one was a bit of a bust this week. My bro’s were out sick or busy so i couldn’t challenge them to anything. And I just didn’t have a chance to do the non-muscle comps either. No one was around. Anyone out there wanna offer themselves up as my Anime rival? Come on. Make me wanna beat you, pussies. All challengers welcome. Give me the pleasure of victory or the drive of defeat.

3.

2nd piece of clothing gone. I’m happy this one bit the dust. It’s an old one that i got in about 2019. I thought it was good cause I liked the feel of flow-y oversized clothes. But as time’s gone on I realize that this shirt actively makes me dysmorphic. The Horizontal stripes. The Monocrome washing me out. The way it hangs off my body and disguises any growth. The old discoloration reminding me of much worse times. I’m happy to throw this away. If I was more wasteful I'd fucking burn it. But some schmuck at a charity shop can have it instead.

4.

Dude’s I’m so fucking good at this accent lol. If I ever move to another country again i’m making this my default. Had so many chances to practice and show it off. A whole hour long chat with jockrs, a half hour call with my bro @jocksupremacy, A jock NPC in a game i run, Even showed it off a tiny bit on a date with this cute dude. I get such euphoria from hearing how i sound with it. Maybe i should consider Cali for my postgrad. Come for the school, stay for the Venice Beach muscle bro culture and frat parties.

5.

This show is dumb as fuck and I love it! It’s also so fucking gay and you can’t tell me there isn’t something a little fruity about all the gymbros latching onto this the way that they did.

6.

 No new Gym bros, but lots of opportunities to chat with the ones i’ve already got. Which is progress in and of itself. Adrian comes and talks and I actually had an opportunity to help him train his triceps cause he was doing cable Pushdowns so wrong. I sometimes feel a little lecherous admiring the muscle of my gym bros because it is such a strong erotic factor for me. But there’s also so much of just pure aesthetic appreciation for all the ways these men are beautiful and astonishing. The small details in every growing body. The appreciation and glory in someone’s normal appearance that you can only really appreciate in person, looking in their eyes.

#JBS #Jockbull summer #jock #bull

[inukag-archive]

Hi, I’m looking for fics where Kagome and/or Inuyasha deal with depression/anxiety. I like longer stories but one-shots are totally fine too. I would prefer stories from before 2019 so there’s no Yashahime influence. Also please no sessrin in the recs. Thank you so much!

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! Most of the fics we could find that fit your criteria are one shots, but there are a few longer stories sprinkled throughout. In order to provide more reading material, we split the list into stories written in 2019 or earlier and stories that were written after 2019 but contain no references to Yashahime (characters, plot, or otherwise). There shouldn't be any SessRin references in any of the fics either.

This is a difficult subject to search for without having read a story in its entirety, so we strongly encourage anyone who knows of any others to leave more recs in the reblogs/replies!

[2019 or Earlier]

He Just Wouldn't Stop by @artistefish (G)

Just because she's back doesn't mean there aren't scars. Some wounds take more than time to heal, and some never heal at all. A post-canon look at an unexpected repercussion of Kagome's three year absence.

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Guilty Hero by Eggry (T)

The city is recovering after a crippling war against Naraku. But while time moves on, Inu-Yasha doesn't. Plagued with guilt over a terrible deed, alcohol is his only escape from the nightmare of reality. At their wit's end with him, Sango and Miroku are on the verge of giving up until Kagome Higurashi arrives to take him under her wing.

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Sleep, My Dear by Stars_Sky_See (T)

Kagome was quickly adjusting to her new life with the help of her now husband. Life had all around been easier since her return and everyone was grateful. However, life wasn’t so merciful, with every two steps forward there was always one step back.

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The Ghosts of Suicide Forest by @splendentgoddess (T)

Aokigahara, known by some as Suicide Forest. It is a place of mystery, beauty and death. Roughly 100 people go there annually to commit suicide, but why? The better question, though, is can Kagome find and rescue Yuka before it is too late?

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Broken Glass by SleepWalkingChickens (M)

Growing up is hard, especially when things are changing. Kagome is plunged into a new world, complete with new problems. The past is hard to let go of and baggage builds up. Unravel it and you’re met with truth. Can love win over Inuyasha's sins?

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It Goes Like This by @witchygirl99 (G)

It goes like this.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Kagome exclaims, smiling at him. Her eyes are dark brown and beautiful, captivating.

Five different answers pop into his head, all of them friendly and inviting for conversation. It’s not what comes out.

Inuyasha isn't the main character of anyone's story. With Kagome, that feeling starts to change.

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[Post 2019 w/ No Yashahime References]

Pictures of Happiness by @memilylove (M)

The loss of his high school sweetheart changed more than Inuyasha realized. With the encouragement of friends, he finally gives himself another shot at getting help. The path is not easy, but he soon finds that perhaps there is a point to all this. Is it really possible to be happy again and to find that you love another?

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Other Reasons to Stay Awake by @ajoy3fanfics (NR)

Kagome suffers from PTSD after she returns to her side of the well

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Shattered by My-Crazy-Awesome-Sox (T)

Oneshot: Leading a double life has got to be stressful. What happens when it all starts falling apart for Kagome? Everything has been pent up for too long, and now it's all crashing down around her. For anyone who's ever had a breakdown...

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A Horse With No Name by @roseheartwhitefox (T)

The story of what happened to Inuyasha after Kagome disappeared when the well closed for 3 years, heavily referencing the episode "The Old Sugarman Place" from "BoJack Horseman". I feel as if after everything that happened and Kagome disappeared, Inuyasha would need time to grieve the loss. This is that story. Deals with themes of depression, loneliness, and loss. 

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Stay by @akitokihojo (G)

He nodded again, pulling away to gently press his forehead to hers for a moment. "I get it." Inuyasha breathed before leaning back to look her in the eyes. "But, one of these days you'll understand that no matter what happens, I won't take a damn thing back. You'll see that I don't want it back. I feel like my heart's safer with you, anyway."

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Kagome's Unwitting Depression by @cstormsinukagblog (M)

Kagome sees something that she isn't meant to see, and it kind of breaks her. Can she and Inuyasha repair the damage before she gives up hope?

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Breaking the Habit: Rewrite by @kstewdeux (M)

After being separated for six years, Inuyasha and Kagome are reunited on her side of the well. TW: SI, Mental Illness.

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The Voice Inside My Head by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

When Kagome returns to the Feudal era a week after a particular nasty fight with Inuyasha, he realizes something’s not right. Is it too late for Inuyasha and Kagome—have the years of fighting broken them apart for good? Or will they be able to find a way forward, together?

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Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs! Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered.  After reviewing our submission guidelines, send us an ask (here).

#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #anxiety #depression

[keets-writing-corner]

I need to talk about RWBY's Jaune Arc

okay this is 1.6k words, immaaaaaaaa put a cut

Okay so going into RWBY back in 2019, that was great right. I was in the middle of getting my degree in creative writing I was seriously burnt out from how formulaic stories had gotten for me, and then comes along my friend being all YOU SHOULD WATCH RWBY. And I said, SURE

now my friend knows my types and she nailed who my favorite character was going to be (Oscar) and she also nailed who my other favorites would be (Ren and Qrow) and I'll admit, 90% of my investment in RWBY was ya know, my favorite boys (Don't worry I love plenty of the girls, it just happened that my top 3 ended up being guys this time around). And wow RWBY was just such a breath of fresh air for me given all the story telling stuff I was learning about in college

and specifically, now that we're like waiting for volume 10 to be greenlit, I'm surprised by how much I've grown to like Jaune

I used to not care for Jaune/find him mildly annoying in Volume 1. He was the... audience stand in, so he had to be a little dumb. He was falling into a little bit of a stereotypical pretending to be confident to impress the ladies role. But ya know, I didn't hate him. He just wasn't my favorite of team JNPR

then volume 2 comes around and he has his whole IMMA INVITE WEISS TO THE DANCE WITH ME :D and I was not about that, it was pushy, and also, I really do not care for that sort of romance in the stories I'm engaging with, and then... it didn't go that route. He realized that Pyrrha wanted to go with him, that he had been unintentionally insensitive towards her, and pursued a girl who didn't even care about him who liked someone else. And Jaune just went "alright, damage control, gonna get Weiss what she wants and gonna give Pyrrha what she deserves" and that was the first time instead of being neutral or annoyed at Jaune I thought ya know, this guy... this guy has good bean potential. I'm interested in seeing where they take him next

And then there's Volume 3. He's been training with Pyrrha, he's been more supportive as a partner, he's been TRYING to be a good leader for his team, like he's not perfect at any of those but he's TRYING and he's lost a lot of the traits that I found annoying originally. Now he's starting to full step into the supportive wholesome leader role. And then, ya know the finale happens and just... ouch. Things were looking up for White boy, and the rug wasn't just pulled out from under him, it also slapped him in the face and threw him down the stairs

Now through Volumes 4-5 Jaune was still in the "I'm pretty meh" about him territory. There were moments where I found myself deeply empathizing with him, specifically in the scenes that showed him mourning Pyrrha, especially because well... I've been there. I've lost someone I was close with when I was 17 too. Extremely different circumstances but that thing where you put on a video of them and you watch it over and over and over because you so desperately want them back, that you're reaching for wisps and smoke of what used to be them all for a brief small chance to feel their presence again. And it's just, it's never enough. No matter how many times you watch the video, no matter how many times you replay their voice talking to you, no matter how many times you listen to old messages they sent you, they are gone and nothing in the world is going to change that. It hurts. It hurts so bad

this boy is GRIEVING

but, he was being bitchy. And look, I don't blame the guy alright. Grief messes you up as a person, it brings out sides of you you didn't know you had, it prevents you from being the best version of yourself. I. GET. IT. But he was being bitchy towards Qrow(aforementioned fave, special mention to that time he slammed Oscar ANOTHER FAVE against the wall), and at the battle of Haven, he initially let his grief and anger get the better of him, and ngl I couldn't watch. (To clarify, absolutely no shade to the writers, this was GOLDEN, peek character writing and whatnot) But that is what Jaune's arc is about at the end of the day. I'm not saying the other characters aren't grieving too, they absolutely are. But Jaune's arc has a lot more focus on how grief hurts and changes a person, how it gets the better of us, and how ultimately, if we want to move forward, if we want to keep going, we cannot just fight it and resist it because it feels icky. We cannot just sit in it because we hate what happened and happiness feels fake and forever gone. We cannot pretend the grief isn't there either.

Cue Volume 6 where he was mostly backstage, but all of this comes to a culmination at Pyrrha's statue and Jaune finally gets a moment where he gets to sit with his grief. Really sit with it. In a way that isn't anger, or repression, or wishing things had been different or that Pyrrha was there. He got to sit with his grief with the reality that it was. He lost Pyrrha. And it hurt. Maybe it was senseless. Maybe he really couldn't have done anything. Maybe it really does hurt so bad. But at the end of the day, it had been Pyrrha's choice to try and do something. And for better or for worse, she tried. And the rest of his team confront him. Ren and Nora are quick to console him, and join in on the grieving. And they also confront him about his behavior in season 5, where he believed that he didn't matter so long as his friends got to live. And here are Ren and Nora telling him, buddy, you DO matter. You matter so much. You matter to us just as much as Pyrrha mattered to us. We all chose to be huntsmen, so let us grow together and honor her choice even if it hurts. We can hurt together and we can take comfort together.

And listen, up until this point, when I was watching RWBY, Jaune was not my favorite. He never had been. He was just a guy that was there going through his own arcs. But after this key moment in volume 6, suddenly I find himself enjoying seeing him whenever he was on screen

for the rest of volume 6 he slips naturally into an empathetic leader. Stealing the ships was his idea but he let everyone take the roles they were good at, he played good support, he protected his team when possible. AND THEN WE GET TO 7 AND 8 and omg

friends

this is when I started loving Jaune. Suddenly, it's like he found a balance, he found himself. He was still hurting but instead of being angry he was being compassionate. He was still goofy and fun, but he was no longer annoying being respectful of people. He was no longer blundering about on the battlefield but he was moving with purpose and with skill. This Jaune feels like an entirely different character than the Jaune we first met back in volume 1. He's fallen into a character role that I personally love. I love the empathic leaders who are a little bit goofy. I love them to pieces. I love their level-headedness, i love their compassion. I love their gentleness. But what made Jaune special is that we got to see how much he had to suffer to get there. He was doing the best he's ever been, and he was being so kind and so humble (straight up, tempted to do a time travel AU fic or something with baby jaune and leader jaune meeting each other cuz they'd be so different)

Then we reach the end of 8 and ya know

THAT happened

and of course Jaune's arc is always about grief. But what a stroke of genius, have him find his footing and then REtraumatize him. ngl, I ALSO have been there, and imo the retraumatization is almost worst than the originally one, especially if you haven't properly dealt with the OG emotions because now THOSE come rushing back AND you've got new fresh ones to deal with. Call me a sadist. Accuse me of projecting my own trauma or whatever, but genuinely I loved what they did with Jaune in volume 9. It was *chef's kiss*. The unhealthy coping, the latching onto and hyperfixating on a single thing that ultimately is the opposite of what he needed, forced to be alone for decades, betrayed by someone he tried to help, being reunited with his friends without having processed or dealt with any of that and STILL trying to be friendly and kind and gentle to them while barely keeping it together- it's just SO GOOD

and ultimately he does break. But his friends are there with him, just like Ren and Nora helped him in volume 6. He's still the gentle leader he's grown into, but now there's just so much more to it, there's so many layers

I'm genuinely so excited to see where they take him for future volumes. He still can't dethrone my favorites BUT he has climbed the ranks of my favorite characters so fast that I wouldn't have believed you if you told me when I started watching RWBY that the character I found most annoying would end up being one of my favorite RWBY characters

soooooo yeah

I really love Jaune now

controversial opinion, I love his short hair

#Jaune Arc #RWBY #meta #? #Analysis #?? #i just needed #to ramble about Jaune #HIS GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT IS SO GOOD #I WANT TO SCREAM #again he's not the only character dealing with grief #but he is the character who gets a lot of focus when it comes to grief #watching his growth and arc is very cathartic for me #idk i just enjoy the white boy #absolute loser #I hope he remains a loser #gentle leader loser #10/10

[twojackals]

I am a Multitude

Let's talk about my history with Islam, just for shits and giggles, because I have a funny feeling there's some people in (or outside of) my life who don't fully understand where that association comes from.

I reverted to Islam round about 2009 if I'm not misremembering. Reversion is the same as conversion, it's just that "revert" is a term suggesting everyone is meant to be Islamic from birth and thus someone "converting" is in fact going back to what is the default -- a reversion, if you will. I used the term then, so I'm using the term now.

I had previously been a Kemetic Pagan for about 10 years at that point, with 8 of those years being onward in a formal Kemetic organized religion, though I was a few years out already of having left that organization for the first time.

I did not enter Islam lightly. It was a long process over a couple of years getting to the point where I wanted to revert, and it was quite the tough decision to finally take my Shahada and make that complete step into the faith full-time. I took that step seriously, with a lot of forethought and no impulse, and I really did go in with a complete belief as well.

I was full-on Muslim for 3 - 4 years with no multi-trad tendencies, but slowly my Kemeticism came back to me and I started to mix the two together.

I returned to the Kemetic organized religion around the Kemetic New Year in 2019. Again nothing I did was rushed or impulsive, I had taken quite a bit of time before going back to understand where I was going and why, and I stayed there for about 4 years depending, culminating in the disastrous exit based on that organization's massive failure in just so many areas.

It took me a couple of months, but after I left that organization, I started to realize what a bizarre identity I had built up around myself over the last 4 years: this weird, single-focus, single-tradition identity as if there was nothing about myself that was "other". I only had Kemetic friends, only focused on Kemetic Deities and Kemetic practice, only did Kemetic things, only, only, only... and when I lost that "only" thing in a way (or I separated from what was a large integration in my life over the last 4 years), I felt lost.

For a moment.

Truthfully, on the inside, I was never "only". On the inside, I've always been multi-trad, whether that's my Scottish Folk Magic that has been partially passed down to me (that's a whole other discussion!), my Islamic traditions that I never gave up (no matter how long I was in that Kemetic organization, I never gave up my Salah and several other things as well -- it's just that I never talked about it, because Polytheists and Pagans tend to have chips on their shoulders about the Big 3), my Kemetic traditions -- my heart has always been multi-trad.

I've always made every choice in my life in terms of spirituality with careful study and consideration, and I've always wondered how that ended me up here... but now, I've been enjoying over the last 6 months being able to embrace the facts about myself, and I can be a multitude (at least for now), that no one can put me into a box, and I will continue to explore that no matter what anyone thinks about that.

I am not one thing.

I am many.

And that's ok. Some people will tell me it isn't, and they are what I like to call "wrong".

I have a necklace written in Arabic calligraphy that says "Indeed, I am near". I think that says everything I really need to know about the Divine right now.

I am going to explore this world the way I want to explore it.

#kemetic #kemeticism #islam #islamic #muslim #religion #interfaith #multi-trad #pagan #polytheist #spiritual #spirituality #blog #multitrad #tradition #growth

[leos-soggy-wolf-nuts]

Green Flag: Leo x Kinda-self-insert Episode 1

I'm deciding to write these in many short bursts rather than in a few long stories. My need to write these is fleeting but powerful, like passion itself. Or that handjob in Carl's route.

Also, when I say "kinda-self-insert" I mean that the main character won't be me/my fursona, but he'll act generally the way I would in his situation. He's like if I was cooler.

This takes place a few years after Leo's good ending. Maybe...2019 or 2020 (the pandemic will not be included in this Echo AU.)

Final disclaimer: this is almost totally self-indulgent. Okay, thanks, enjoy.

Final final disclaimer: I don't know how car insurance works.

"Goddamnit." echoes through my bathroom as it dawns on me that I'm out of antler polish. It's snake oil, of course. I fidget with my glasses in frustration. Antlers don't need polish, it's just something that makes me feel better, like if I bring them into the realm of mundane self-care, they'll stop seeming so wild. That's what I don't like about the desert. All the heat and sunlight makes them awkwardly big. To me, anyway. Everyone else seems to like them.

Regardless, they clatter against the doorframe as I exit the bathroom to get my wallet and keys. My apartment is 3 rooms. The living room/kitchen, where I've lined up a few of my dirty novelty mugs on the coffee table, always just forgetting to take them to the sink. Then my bedroom, a windowless cave of iniquity, and finally the bathroom, which I keep comparatively nice and neat. My keys and wallet are on the dresser next to the front door, and I feel complete as they fill my pockets. More powerful. Like boarding a mech.

The Payton sun is...aggressive. I always fantasize about wearing leather jackets, right up until I exit my front door. I jog awkwardly to my car, un-relieved as I find each time that the inside has been cooked like a thanksgiving turkey. Wincing against the heat, I jam the key in the ignition as fast as possible to crank the AC, furrowing my brows as the engine stutters but won't go over the edge into a full start. This shit has been going on for weeks.

vp vp vp...vp vp vp...vp vp vrrMMMMMMM....

Fuck, finally. I've had to save up a little cash before going to the mechanic, and it seems like I'm bringing it just in time. It's never taken that many tries before.

Lo and behold, the AC isn't working either.

I ride slowly, with the windows down, through the busy main street of downtown Payton. My car creaks and sputters awkwardly as I reach the shop.

ALVAREZ AUTO REPAIR

I pull into their lot on a low incline, nearby a canine in a white t-shirt holding a clipboard. I open the door and step out, the hot air still cooler than the inside of my car. I drag my shoe idly across the asphalt. It's now I realize I don't know how this works.

"Hey, uh..." I say, my words hanging flaccid in the air. The canine continues facing his clipboard, but his eyes look up at me. He has a sort of...amused smirk on his face.

"Do you have insurance?" he asks me.

I think on it for a moment. "I do, yeah."

"Good."

CRASH!

I whip my head around and see the trunk of my car crumpled against the base of a tall street light.

"Fuck!" I shout. I didn't put the fucking car in Park. It rolled right down. The canine sauntered after me, grabbing a pen from his pocket and biting off the cap.

"Name?" he asked, voice slightly muffled with the cap still in his mouth.

"Lionel." I replied, exasperated, blood pumping as I watched smoke billow from my car. The canine shifted his stance, pulling the cap from his teeth.

"Do you have a last name?"

"Shit, sorry. Uh, C-E-I-R-W."

"Key-err-wuh?" he tried to pronounce. I laugh, despite the stress.

" 'Kayroo'. " I corrected. He nods, then takes a pensive breath.

"I think your car is broken."

I laugh again. "Oh really?"

He scribbled a little more on his paper, then clapped me on the shoulder. His paw is heavy, the type of weight I'd expect from someone resting a booted foot on my shoulder instead.

"I'll tell insurance it did that on its own. If they ask."

I turn to him, head on a tilt, keeping my antlers from hitting him.

"Thanks-" I pause, reading his name tag. "-Leo."

Shit, he's got a nice chest.

I clear my throat, pushing away the perverted thought before it becomes a problem. He smirks a little wider. "Of course. But I doubt you came here for the crash. What else is wrong?"

"Oh, it takes a while to start the ignition. And just today, the AC broke."

A sympathetic look crossed his expression.

"In this weather? Come on, let's get you inside the office."

I nod, and let him lead me there, my eyes wandering to his backside. Damn. I physically shake the thought away as he leads me into the shop's office. It's delightfully cool. Invoices, to-do lists, and part orders litter the sides of the desk and various bulletin boards, not to mention the file cabinet in the corner. Leo sits down behind the desk, and I sit across from him.

"So." he begins, "a slow start could be a bad battery, a problem with the starting circuit, a problem with the connection cables, a bad alternator, and a few other things. The point is... we'll have to keep it here for a little while."

I scratch the back of my neck. "Does Payton have like a, town car or whatever? So I could get to work?"

He taps his fingers on the desk. "What time do you go to work."

"8:30."

The wolf looks me up and down. It turns my face a little hot.

"I could give you a ride."

#my leo fic

[ageofbajabule]

Dear Patience | Part One

Jake Kiszka x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Angst, Alcohol consumption, vulgarity.

Word Count: 2k

Had to re upload because tumblr hates me.

Summary: Jake and you have never liked one another. And over the years you start to realize maybe there are potentially feelings. Or if it is all in your head. This takes setting in 2019. The series might have some time jumps so bare with me. I promise it will make sense later on as the story progresses.

Author’s Note: Hello!! Welcome to the first part of the series. This is my first series that I have committed to. And to say i'm nervous of the outcome is an understatement. I really do hope you enjoy this series that I have started. I did create a playlist for this series. And I will continue to add music to it as I write. <3

Masterlist for Dear Patience

General Masterlist

Apple Music Playlist

Spotify Playlist

“Gosh you really are a dick. You do know that right?” You spat at Jake. “Well you’re quite a bitch if I say so myself darlin.” Jake gritted through his teeth. You felt the tears welled up, “You such an ass…” You started to storm off, hearing his feet catch up behind you. Jake grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him. “Don’t get any ideas…” He looked you up and down, licking his lips.

—

You weren’t quite sure when it all started, but you and Jacob didn’t get along. In fact you despise one another. You had grown up with the guys of Greta Van Fleet, you were best friends with Sam and Danny. Considering you were in the same graduating class as them. But you had always been around for all the family trips and small shows supporting their band from the very beginning.

Sam, yourself and Danny always were getting into shit together. Whether it was good or bad, you always made the most of everything. 

“Sam! Come on, I don’t want to be late for the show.” You stood at the bottom of the staircase with Danny waiting. “He always does this…” Danny chuckled, “I’m gonna start the car while you wait for Sam.” Danny smiled, leaving to head out. You nodded and decided to look around the hallway seeing all the pictures of the Kiszka family. There was one you came across of the three of them. It was around the time the twins graduated high school, it was a small family vacation they went on. Josh and Jake standing on either side of Sam, making silly faces. You giggled to yourself about the picture, thinking back to when you, Sam and Danny graduated. You were suddenly interrupted from your thoughts.

“What are you doing here?” Jake scoffed at you, you turned around to face him. “Waiting on the princess to come out of her tower. Why else would I be here?” You crossed your arms. “Well you sure as hell wouldn’t be here for me darlin. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t even be here at all…” He smirked. “You know-“ You were cut off by Sam coming downstairs, “Hey what’s all this chit chat about?” He smiled, “Nothing.” You and Jake said in unison. “Alright… Well let’s go then.” You nodded and left the house with Sam. 

Once you got into the car you decided to sit in the back letting Sam have shotgun and Danny driving. “So Y/N what was that whole encounter about?” Sam picked at you, you rolled your eyes hoping he wouldn’t have bothered on the topic. “You know how Jake is whenever I’m around… It’s like walking on eggshells. Don’t know what I ever did to him to deserve that type of treatment…” You stared out the window. “He just has a stick up his ass is all. If you really got to know him, he really is a good guy.” Sam shot a smile at you, you nodded your head just to try and pull away from the conversation.

The car ride to the small show you were all attending, consisted of laughs, singing and bullshitting. Danny and Sam got into a small little argument over who was the better driver, causing them to bring you into it. Rather than stating who was the better driver you just butted in saying it was you causing more chaos. “Guys! We have better things to worry about than who drives better.” You giggled, “And besides we’re here.” Danny parked the vehicle as you all got out and headed inside to Fischer Hall. “So are we still going to that party later tonight?” Danny had asked the two of you, Sam and yourself, nodding. “Yeah! I plan on getting fucked up tonight.” You giggled. 

The small show that was taking place at Fischer Hall was fun. Yourself and the guys always loved supporting small upcoming bands, and took it upon yourselves to be at almost every show held here when the guys were home. “Man, that was incredible. Their talent was just amazing, bringing back memories of when we used to play here…” Sam smiled as you all headed out. “So where’s the party again?” You looked over at the guys as you walked towards the car. “I think Patrick’s throwing it tonight.” Danny responded you nodded and hopped into the vehicle taking shotgun this time. “Hey!” Sam yelled then got in the backseat. “It’s only fair I get it.” You stuck your tongue out at him. 

After what seemed like an hour drive, it was really only 15 minutes. You arrived at your guy's destination. The whole street and driveway of the house was filled with cars, making it known that the party had a massive amount of people in it. Danny, Sam and yourself got out of the car walking up to the house. Greeted by familiar faces heading into the house. “What did he invite the whole neighborhood…” You giggled at the guys. “It sure seems like it. But I’m gonna grab myself a drink, you want one?” Sam asked you, and you nodded following him to the kitchen. 

The walk over you could see the bodies of people dancing, playing beer pong and simply getting trashed all throughout the house. Finally making it to the kitchen Sam starts to make you one of your favorite drinks, and then makes his right after. Danny had grabbed a beer from the cooler, “I think Jake and Josh should be arriving soon.” Danny yelled over the loud music, you made a half smile. You got along with Josh, it was just Jake…“That’s lovely.” You said under your breath, Sam then put your drink in front of your face. “Drink up, and ignore him tonight.” He smiled, making a toast between the three of you. “To friendship, I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.” Sam raised his cup toasting with you and Danny. “To friendship.” Danny and you said in unison.

Shortly after you heard everyone making a commotion as Jake and Josh entered the house, making you wander off to the back yard. You didn’t really want to be bothered by Jake, or be in his presence. You sat by the pool taking your shoes off letting your feet in the water. You heard footsteps coming your way and decided to look and see who it was. 

“Hey Josh.” You smiled softly, he smiled and sat beside you. “Hey Y/N. What are you doing out here?” He chuckled softly sipping on his beer. “Was a bit crowded there… I’ll be in shortly.” You smiled, but it wasn’t convincing enough for Josh. You both knew, “Y/N I know you’re not happy Jake is here. But please come inside and join us… I need my pong partner there!” He wrapped his one arm around you squeezing you softly. You giggled, you could never argue with Josh. He knew how to convince anyone. It was as if he casted a magic spell. “Fine… But the minute Jake starts his shit. I’m not holding back Josh.” You took your feet out of the pool, drying them off before putting your shoes back on.

Josh smiled brightly showing his little gap in the front of his teeth. “Come on.” You started to walk towards the house with Josh following behind. You grabbed another drink before meeting Josh at the pong table. “So who's our opponent?” You took a sip of your drink, “Danny and J-jake…” Josh scratched the back of his head. “Josh.” You gave him wide eyes, “Why would you…” “Please! Just one game?” He gave you puppy eyes, “Fine. Just this once.”

Jake and Danny stood at the other end of the table. Danny shot a smile at you, and you just flashed a half convincing smile back. Then Jake’s eye’s met with yours, it was like they were burning into the back of your head. Why did he have to be here? Maybe I should’ve just stayed home.

“Shall we get started?” Jake spoke, grabbing the two pong balls and handing one to Danny. You and Josh nodded and the game started. Every game you have ever played in the past, you always won. Josh was always your partner in pong at parties, since Sam was too fucked up by the time you started to play. But tonight the game wasn’t going in your favor. 

“Josh, my game is off tonight…” You groaned as you took a break from the game to get drinks. “Is it because of Jake?” He looked at you, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe… But normally any other time I’ve gone against him this has never happened.” You took a sip of your drink, “Perhaps something is in the air then? Maybe luck isn’t on our side tonight.” He shrugged, “It’s fine though. It’s only a game.” He tried to reassure you. “Yeah, a game that Jake probably won’t let down.” You started to head back to the pong table. 

Once back at the table you were greeted by Jake smirking at you. What could he possibly be smirking about? Any other time he has a disgusted look on his face when I’m around. “Someone slip something in your drink there, Kiszka.” You giggled to yourself, “No. Just ready to finally kick your ass in pong…” You shook your head, “We’ll see about that.” Danny came back finally and you guys had resumed your game. Jake stealing glances from you making you miss your shots.

“Fuck!” You missed the last cup, it was a close game. Both teams on their last cup. If Jake made the shot, it was game over. Josh rubbed your back in hopes of Jake potentially missing his shot. And of course, Jake made the shot making him and Danny the champions. “Fuck yeah!” Jake jumped and hugged Danny. “Good game.” He smirked at you, you gave a fake smile. “Good game.” You then walked off to the kitchen to take shots. You didn’t care now. You just wanted some alcohol in your system. 

After a couple shots and drinks you were definitely not tipsy. You were past that, you made your way to the main living area where everyone was dancing. Deciding to join some friends you started to dance, letting everything go. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, that’s when you felt someone's hands on your hips. You giggled and started to go with the flow, dancing against their body. His body started to move with yours and you started to grind against him. “Well, well… This is definitely a surprise.” He chuckled softly. That’s when you froze up, “J-jake…” You stopped dancing, moving away, turning around to face him. “In the flesh.” He smirked, he was definitely drunk, you could smell the liquor from his lips. “Why’d you stop darlin?” He smiled softly, “Because, this. This can’t happen between us…” You looked at him. 

“Who's to say that this would be anything more…” He slurred, “Jake you’re drunk. Just go.” You walked away, “Fucking tease.” You stopped in your tracks. “What did you say?” He smirked at you, “You heard me.” You bit your lip, walking up to Jake pushing him. “Don’t ever call me that.” You gritted through your teeth. “Woah, I guess I pissed somebody off.” He started laughing. “Gosh you really are a dick. You do know that right?” You spat at Jake. “Well you’re quite a bitch if I say so myself darlin.” Jake gritted through his teeth. You felt the tears welled up, “You such an ass…” You started to storm off, hearing his feet catch up behind you. Jake grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him. “Don’t get any ideas…” He looked you up and down, licking his lips. 

You looked at his lips then his face. That’s when your lips met his. He wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer. As you wrapped your hands around his neck, you licked his bottom lip gaining access rather quickly, that is until you suddenly stopped. Moving away from Jake, “I’m sorry… I can’t do this.” You started to walk towards the nearest bathroom. “Y/N! Wait!” Jake yelled after you, but you closed the door and locked yourself in the bathroom.

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka gvf #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka smut #jake gvf #greta van fleet smut #gvf angst #gvf smut

[enbymoomin]

Shows I Watched in 2023: Ranked!

Like last year, I'm deciding to keep up the tradition and rank all the shows I watched in 2023 for my own personal recommendations and for fun ;) This year, I watched 23 shows in 2023, by sheer chance, I swear.

I will again be ranking my list by scoring each show out of 5 in three categories: Blorboness (how blorbable the characters are, how much they rotate through my mind), Quality (execution, narrative elements), and Enjoyability (including and especially rewatchability). The three scores will then be totaled for a final score out of 15. Let's go, 2023 list!

1. 3 Will Be Free (2019) - 15 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: Won a place in my top shows of all time, third only to Black Sails (forever #1) and KinnPorsche in second place. Literally no other shows are on this list. The representation of the fluidity of sexuality and queerness, challenging amatonormativity, the queer m/f friendships, and poly rep in this show gave 3WBF a special place in my heart >>>>>

2. One Piece (2023) - 15 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: This one snuck up on me out of nowhere! I wasn't expecting to like this as much as I did but I wanted to give this pirate show a try, especially since they used the same sets as Black Sails in South Africa. A simply fantastic show all around, and I can't wait to follow the live action as it develops!

3. Shadow and Bone Season 2 (2023) - 14 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: Fuck Netflix. S&B and the Crows deserved so much better <3333

4. Derry Girls (2018-22) - 14 pts

Blorboness: 4.5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4.5

5. Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (2023) - 14 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Rest under the cut!

6. Moonlight Chicken (2023) - 13.5 pts

Blorboness: 3.5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

7. Only Friends (2023) - 13.5 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 4.5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: I feel like people hated on this show too much for not living up to whatever they had hyped it up to be in their head. There WAS a lot of mess (loved it!) but the characters were also treated like real people rather than nonstop Pretty Little Liars-level drama. This show was actually really good and I had fun watching :))

8. Over the Garden Wall (2014) - 12.5 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4.5

Comment: This will become an annual watch for me 🍂

9. The Eclipse (2022) - 12.5 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4.5

10. Bed Friend (2023) - 12 pts

Blorboness: 3.5

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4.5

11. Bridgerton Season 2 (2022) - 12 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4

12. Good Omens Season 2 (2023) - 12 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

13. Shadowhunters (2016-19) (rewatch) - 11.5 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 3.5

Enjoyability: 4

Comment: Okay so I haven't seen this show in like four years so that's why it's on the list even though it's a rewatch since I basically watched with fresh eyes. It's better than I remembered when I was a teen but I think that's because I'm not a book purist anymore and thank fucking god for that. It was fun! I realize in hindsight how revolutionary the queer rep was when it first aired, even though it was still 2016-2019. Some of the plot changes and show-original arcs were a little strange but for the most part I liked them!

14. 911 Lone Star (2020-) - 11.5 pts

Blorboness: 3.5

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

15. Heartstopper Season 2 (2023) - 11 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4

16. The Gilded Age Season 2 (2023) - 11 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

17. What We Do In The Shadows Season 5 (2023) - 10.5 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 3.5

Enjoyability: 4

18. Never Have I Ever Season 4 (2023) - 10 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

19. Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (2023) - 10 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

Comment: Okay it was a really good show, but as an American I just can't blorbify any English monarchs, let alone King George the fucking III 💀💀

20. Not Me (2020) - 9 pts

Blorboness: 2.5

Quality: 3.5

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: LMAO so I watched this because two of my friends in the KinnPorsche fandom were giving me feedback on this paper for uni doing a queer theory/film studies analysis of KPTS and both of them independently said that I should watch Not Me because it was relevant to my argument, so this was my assigned reading xD I really liked it, but the second half of the show was much stronger than the first half for me. Also really fascinating in context of the pro-democracy protests happening in Thailand in 2020 and then Not Me airing in 2021; although it wasn't my favorite QL I've seen, I've got mad respect for it 🫡

21. Spartacus (2010-13) (rewatch) - 9 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: This is another rewatch because I was DEFINITELY too young when I watched this the first time like five years ago since I pretty much dissociated the entire time, and I wanted to see if it was really that bad or if I was just, y'know, too young. In hindsight, it actually really was quite gratuitous with the sex and violence (and sexual violence) which lowered its enjoyability score, but it was a really thought-provoking and otherwise well-executed show in terms of themes and narrative. I'll still have to get around to posting my Spartacus-Black Sails-Hunger Games meta analysis some day 👀

22. Wedding Plan the Series - 8.5 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 3

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: I'm sorry but I just can't stand this type of incompetence/manufactured stupid obstacles. Yiwa and Marine are queens, Nuea is understandable, but Sailom, get it together my guy. However, I did really appreciate the queer commentary and I totally dig the mlm/wlw friendships <3

23. Our Flag Means Death Season 2 - 8 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 3

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: I feel like the show didn't really know what genre it was trying to be anymore. I thought y'all were exaggerating when it first came out, but I kind of see your point now. My enjoyment was also tainted by the pirate battle wars (iykyk) and also more importantly Taika Waititi literally firing pro-Palestine actors. Probably not going to watch S3 :(

And last but not least,

SPECIAL HONORARY MENTION:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023-) - 15 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: PJO isn't officially ranked in my 2023 list because it's not done airing yet, but it WILL be ranked in 2024 when the season is completed. (I learned my lesson with Gap the Series last year when the second half of the show went sharply downhill after the new year :( but I have strong hopes for PJO!) So far, the show is fucking amazing, and I have faith that Jon Steinberg, Dan Shotz, Bear McCreary, Daphne Olive, Toby Stephens, Jessica Parker Kennedy, and Nick Boraine will continue to serve eat and leave no crumbs in 2024. Black Sails, KPTS, and 3WBF my beloveds may have some new company next year 👀

That's that for my 2023, and making this was just as much fun as last year! Surprisingly, no show this year scored a 1, a 0, or negative points in any categories, so good on them (or for me) xD Shout out to all the Tumblr gif makers who convinced me to watch these shows, y'all are more powerful than any marketing department. And @ anybody please feel free to drop into my ask box or messages about any of these shows or with any recs of your own 🙏💕

Happy new year!

#3 will be free #one piece #opla #shadow and bone #derry girls #scott pilgrim takes off #moonlight chicken #only friends the series #over the garden wall #the eclipse #bed friend the series #bridgerton #good omens #shadowhunters #911 lone star #heartstopper #the gilded age #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #never have i ever #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #not me the series #spartacus #wedding plan the series #our flag means death #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians

[nanowrimo]

Raising Kids & Writing Books: Five Tips for Parents Daring to Try NaNoWriMo

Sometimes, it feels like we never have time to write, especially if you’re a new parent! NaNo Guest Ruth Harper-Rhode gives some tips on fitting writing into a busy lifestyle. Writing a book while also being a parent of young children may seem like an impossible feat, and there’s no doubt that both parenting and writing are challenging endeavors. Both can be vastly rewarding, too. I believe it’s healthy for parents to channel their creative muses, and NaNoWriMo is a great way to do that!

I won my first NaNoWriMo in 2019, while working full time and raising my daughter, who was 3 years old at the time. I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo ever since. This year, I’ve got an added challenge: I welcomed baby #2 in August. I debated participating at all this year before I realized something: it’s not about how “good” your book is at the end of the month, but about how much you enjoy the journey that is NaNoWriMo. It’s possible for parents to not only participate, but to have fun! Plus, your determination to write a book in a month can serve as a great example for your kiddos.

Here are a few tips I’d offer other parents – or any busy person, really — who decide to join in on NaNoWriMo this year.

1. Find pockets of time that work for you. For me, getting up 30 to 60 minutes earlier each morning — before anyone else in the house woke up — worked best. I’d also sometimes take 10 or 15 minutes of my lunch break and scoot off to a quiet place to crank out a few paragraphs. Of course, weekends or days off from work lend themselves to longer writing blocks that help you get ahead of thegame during weekdays.

2. Use tech to your advantage: Writing on a laptop or in a notebook works.However, you can also write on your phone while you are waiting in line or on your commute (if you aren’t driving). Then, you can what you wrote to your main document later.

3. Lean on your support systems — and tell them what you’re doing! I made sure to tell my husband I was doing NaNoWriMo and when I would be writing, so he would know why I had to skip Netflix that night or why I decided to go to the library for an hour (or three) on a Saturday afternoon. If people who care about you know you have a goal you’re working toward, they’re bound to want to lend a hand, especially if they know it’s only for a month.

4. Plan what you’ll write. There’s nothing worse than sitting down to a blank page in a tired state of mind with only 15 minutes to spare and no idea of where to even begin. That’s a recipe for giving up! Use October to plan as much as you can. I had my general plot ironed out and wrote scene ideas on index cards. Each writing session, I knew exactly what scene I’d be tackling. I’ve found that the first minute or two of writing is the hardest — but once you get going, it can sometimes be hard to stop! Setting a timer for yourself and putting on some quiet, relaxing music can help with focus.

5. Be easy on yourself. Writing a book as a parent can feel particularly intimidating. Just remember, this is your first draft! It’s not supposed to be perfect. If you only make it to 5,000 or 10,000 or 20,000 words — that’s still more than you started with. You can always keep writing once November is over. In fact, the month may serve as a jump start to a long, happy writing life — one that may continue even as your kids get older.

Ruth Harper-Rhode has participated in NaNoWriMo since 2019, writing stories as an emotional outlet. She works full-time in healthcare communications and is a mom of two humans, two cats and one dog. When she’s not exploring the area around her home in Upstate New York, she enjoys curling up with a book or making something delicious in the kitchen. She tweets @Ruthings and posts on Instagram at @What_Ruth_Ate.   Photo by Jazmin Quaynor on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #by nano guest #ruth harper-rhode #for parents

[n7punk]

no i'm going to continue to talk about she-ra merch actually. specifically, i want to talk about the different versions/releases of Adora in the fashion dolls (one in particular but we'll get to that). As far as I can tell they released this line in 2019, botched it, and left the pieces to the scalpers and collectors. I wasn't around for that so feel free to add context in the replies if you know it.

It kind of makes sense since she's the main character but half the line is Adora. The initial line up was Adora (in her red jacket), Glimmer, Bow, Catra, and a separate doll for She-ra, with everyone in their season 1 outfits (obvs). She-ra had a different sculpt than Adora and was taller than the others. That's 2 Adoras out of 5 dolls so far.

They also released the "Battle of Bright Moon" set which featured She-ra in her battle armor along with Swift Wind. I'm really not sure whether to include him in the final doll count, but since his quality was shit and I don't usually count "pets," I'm going to say we're at 3 Adoras out of 6 dolls. (we will be circling back around to this set it's the whole reason we're here)

The last set is the SDCC exclusive She-ra vs Shadow Weaver set. This has (as far as I can tell) the "same" She-ra as the original release but with a bigger cape and better skirt, along with a Shadow Weaver doll.

That's 4 Adoras out of 8 dolls, but what I want to talk about is the Battle of Bright Moon set, because it is SHIT. I'm gonna be using seller photos here because the official pics won't show you lmao. We'll start with what I think is an official photo for the SDCC set so you can see the usual She-ra to compare.

As you can see, she's a skin-color articulated doll with a fabric unitard, skirt, and cape (again, the regular She-ra had a less luxurious cape and skirt, but was otherwise the same to this). Everything gold is plastic, so she has plastic boots, gauntlets, chest emblem, shoulder paldrons, and tiara. Also a sword. Everything I just listed could be removed and put back on. This is what they did for all of the dolls, She-ra or otherwise, in the line, but Battle of Bright Moon took... a different approach. Let's start with in-box seller photos because you can already see problems there.

I wish I knew more context for this and maybe somebody can add it but from the best I can tell this was manufactured (maybe not priced, but manufactured) as a budget set. Swift Wind is a terrible plastic lump, but we have nothing to compare him to. Adora, though, has taken a big hit. The tiara, head, and probably the sculpt are the same but that's it. She doesn't have gauntlets at all, they just casted her forearms in gold since it was a separate piece anyway with the articulation. The skirt in the original she-ra outfit wasn't great, but this one is hot garbage, especially in open-box listings where it has often fallen apart. speaking of, lets go there to reveal the sin.

Yeah. She doesn't have clothes. They just casted her body and legs out of white and slapped a terrible skirt over it. At least they gave her actual boots instead of casting them like her "gauntlets." but the armor. It doesn't even cover her back!! It just snaps onto the front and makes it more obvious she's naked! They made this doll right twice why did they downgrade so bad for this set. The first time I saw a naked she-ra doll with a white body for sale I was so baffled because I hadn't paid too much attention to this one and didn't realize they'd done it completely differently (wrong. They did it wrong). I'm convinced they don't put a photo of her in this armor on the box so you don't realize how poorly done it is

#okay this has been my rant #edit: modified because i believe from tweets all of these were released concurrently except maybe the SDCC one #and just. why. why did they do it like this #one day im gonna have one of the normal ones and im going to enter the horrors of doll clothes sewing to make her a season five outfit lmao #words and things #she ra #merch #spop dolls

[ay4kshalatus]

ok so like, I've had this stuck in my brain for a while so I hope you dont mind me rambling </3

five x reader scenario where they were married before the first jump in 2019 but they were like having marriage problems so they sort of went "ok so here's a paper sign it and there we are officially divorced !!" (and take a divorce selfie !! /j). Somehow, he drags the reader back into the mess and teleport into the 1960's thingy (where the reader ends up stuck idk) and through all the chaos both five and the reader are like "yk what maybe I do like you but im not going to admit it bc of my ego." And in the new 2019 timeline when they realize everything is going to end they both go "fuck it yeah I love you" and just try to re-start their relationship even tho the world is ending

IDK IF THIS IS WORDED WEIRD ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE 😭

also this isn't a request it's just ingrained in my mind to put reader instead of y/n imsososodos sorry

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oh don't worry i love receiving asks and read people's hcs and stuffs so feel free! ⊂(´･◡･⊂ )

and i sometimes describe y/n as reader so it's alright!

✉️ whoa this trope.. i found it interesting indeed. like reader and five are married out of pure love but then have some perplexing feelings for each other later bc of work and have no time being on each other's sides on their darkest moments. andddd that leads them to arguements and misunderstandings (i'll let you guys imagine what they're arguing for). their relationship become bitter, still they agreed that they'll escape from the commission.

then some serious stuff happening like reader was back on the commission alone and doing a massacre, didn't tell anyone but five found out they've been there and got mad at them. "you might got this little precious chance of ours slip out of the fingers. (insert reasons).", "i was trying to help--", "but you made it worse." then boom. divorce.

reader, walking around the city or park and waiting for the apocalypse to get them too. but five decided to beg for them to help him just one last time.

season 2!! where all of them separated. reader trying to live normal life but got dragged to the mess again because five needed them (he mistaken it for his mission. he really do want them back). their relationship somehow improved again and finally acted like a married couple. his siblings keep teasing them but they can't actually argue back. they're still married legally and they have no time to sign divorce papers 🤨🤨.

season 3!! where they finally have a time together on sloane and luther's marriage, later confessed their feelings for each other. their relationship is the only wholesome and nicely developed one out of lila & diego and sloane & luther. even klaus can agree.

KSJSKSKSMSKS i do really want to make this a series bc this scenario is 🤌🤌🤌🤌 but i might leave my work unfinished.. i'm a lazy potato :,,))

#pamcake's inbox 🥞 #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #🚩 anon° #yay my first anon! <333

[tumblasha]

why was i like that (tl;dr in tags)

today i clicked on sgc's ig profile and saw that they use they/them pronouns now. and it makes me want to cry.

bc even tho we Literally went to high school together-ish (they were 3yrs after me?) we had such different experiences.

i was a Girl who hung out with guys who didn't respect me, went out with a boyfriend who was nice to me, and was too shy / awkward / busy being that shy nerd stereotype [1] that i had no "deep friendship". you could ask anyone anything about me and they wouldn't know the answer! and i wouldn't know anything about them!! [2] bc we were a small class (169) and everyone in town was a mix of neighbor and cousin, i got my invites to parties and dances, but i overall felt like i was on autopilot. i don't remember my life until i was ~16 [3]!! why!!!

i think a lot about how dr uju anya had a whole husband and child but over time realized she was a lesbian. not to parasocialize too much with this academic weapon, but i feel like i also had this experience (to a much smaller / younger degree). and i feel so sad thinking about how i could've saved so much pain in high school if i had just known i wasn't wired to like guys like that [4].

and i remember lindie [5], someone who's ~30 now and has been with her now-husband since she was ~13. one day we had a good phone call (post-hs-graduation) and she told me that for literally everyone else she could possibly see romantically / sexually, she's a lesbian. but she and her husband have literally Grown Up together. her love for him is something that goes beyond platonic / romantic / sexual attraction. it's a life partnership in every sense of the term.

this phone conversation lit a lightbulb in my summer 2019 brain. i knew that this high school bf of mine could be a life partner. we started dating when i was 11 or 12 and !!! we both saw each other grow up (at least to some degree). but something in the pit of my stomach told me i couldn't live a lie like that. it wouldn't be fair to him for me to have this self-discovery and just .. continue as if it didn't happen?

and so when someone said that dr. uju's pre-lesbian marriage was "sad" bc she didn't know she was a lesbian, i got (in my head) defensive. bc "it's totally possible to be happy and ignore this part of yourself!" (it's not).

for the longest time i told myself that being bisexual was the easiest sexuality to have bc i knew i liked women and i could always just end up with a guy to make my family happy, if i had to, ya know? i got mentally defensive when ppl online said that "invisibility is not a privilege" and "biphobia is real" bc i was subconsciously using this label as a way to hide the fact that the mere thought of a life with a man made me anxious / nauseous / scared.

and boy did that fear kick into overdrive anytime i was around a guy. if he even smiled at me, i'd go a little silly. it didn't even matter if he was straight, bi, ace, gay, or anything, i'd just latch onto the fact that it was a Man talking to me and i couldn't stop thinking about them and any comment they made that made them seem bored / annoyed at me made me spiral about my self-worth. but if there was ever a case that i Thought they even Maybe had an interest in me, i'd get nauseous again. to this day i feel like i still put guys up on a pedestal so i just have ... no guy friends [6].

this novel is a silly way of saying the following things.

the label "lesbian" is a vibe rn

heartstopper is a painful show for me to watch

sorry if ur a guy i met before i turned 20 that i was weird around : ( /nbh

sgc looks so happy. they're out and they look so happy. why couldn't that be me.

why was i like that.

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[1] i had a goofy jock bf tho so was it really so bad?

[2] and to a certain degree this continues today? i don't know how to hold a conversation, i don't know how to ask questions, i don't have good memory of the conversations i Do manage to hold, my #1 fear is playing the newlyweds game with literally anybody. i once described making friends as 'learning a person's scripts / common conversation topics' and the other person in the room just kinda said 'haha yeah...' and i continued to pset :skull:

[3] and 16-17 was my sad era where i cried basically any time my bf and i were alone together. that man was so patient w me lmao

[4] why do i always say no? why can't i just calm down? why is it weird to describe us as 'friends but we also make out'?

[5] one of the coolest ppl i know. (death + suicide mentioned in this footnote) she was the french teacher that replaced my old french teacher after she died, and lindie really suffered for us. bc it was a catholic school, she was forced to cover up her tattoos, and she had to wear longer clothes (admin always told her to cover up even when she was wearing Long Clothes). she went through so much (miscarriage, lost here sense of self, etc.) and was literally suicidal but she still showed up for us. one of my fav teachers and an inspiration to this day.

[6] except for the two dudes (that might be) reading this, y'all are cool and literally the best. afaik i've been Normal around y'all so yay! growth!!

#tl;dr: if it wasn't obvious i used to be a pick-me LMAO but now i'm better (nonbinary lesbian? that seems good for now) #/nbh = nobody here (tone tag) #this is a jumbled mess #pls don't feel pressured to read this #just hit that like button and keep scrolling wahfioejwa #dash rambles #coming out #sorta