#i spent all morning looking for these specific episodes

[katiemcgrathisdaddyaf]

so I personally needed a compilation of the Kara “I can be subtle” Danvers moments from @supergirlpolls and I made this

#i spent all morning looking for these specific episodes #like I can find gifsets easy but finding the specific ep?? that was harder than I thought #I was skipping through eps looking for specific outfits lmao #anyway. i hope you enjoy my poor video editing skills. i learned how to use imovie today #supercorp #danvers sisters #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #melissa benoist #katie mcgrath #chyler leigh #i made my gf watch these and she was like ‘she’s so stupid’ and I was like ‘Lena or Kara’ and she was like ‘both’ #and that’s true #i love two idiots #don’t mind me rambling to the void

[accio-victuuri]

11/19/23 updates cpn 🎂🍦🍪

for some reason, today, both of them decided to share on their social media. for wyb, it’s his douyin. for gg it’s weibo + douyin. xzs also posted on their weibo. they didn’t even bother splitting it up like one will post in the morning and the other afternoon/evening. nope. it’s all in the same afternoon.

we were hoping for some 24 hr relay, but these gremlins are like nope. we will just post very closely to each other. for wyb it’s definitely a part of his homework completion. lol. and the fact that he is wearing something evisu related again. how many things did he do during this shoot? 😂 as for ZZ, it seems like he is trying to catch up too? ( douyin stuff are from yuguyao promotion ) nonetheless, we are happy to get stock content.

doing this made them both go on HS. i love seeing their names on HS for stuff like this. (?FYI for wyb it’s more of the “cross dressing” meaning switching clothes.)

now let’s see what else is there….

1. The same use of emojis as captions on there douyin posts as if they really have no time to think of even a word or line to use. lol. tho this kind of caption is not exclusive to them, it’s just nice to see them matching like this on the same day.

2. There are a couple of guesses on what they are “celebrating” today ; what could possibly be the reason for doing this specifically on the 19th.

(p1) it’s wyb’s 105th post on douyin. 10.5 which represents zz’s birthday, so it’s special. that’s why they both posted today. (p2) the day zz shared his japan trip. i think this doesn’t need any more explanation, japan trip cpn is notorious on this fandom. (

(p3 and p4) this one is kind of reaching but it’s one of those 2020 candies that i love and it happened around this time too. 11/18 - 11/19 it was speculated that they spent time together. for those who were here during that time, WYB shared a video (11/20) of him skating and his caption was like i wish i could go skating everyday and then the three dots. WYB loves skateboarding and i don’t doubt that he wishes he can play everyday, but the cpn-colored glasses is wondering if what he is really talking about is skateboarding. or maybe, maybe he was wishing he could spend time with GG everyday or more often. and the three dots, which in turtledom means i miss you just adds fuel to this CPN. The penguin photo was shared by XZ on 11/18 and it’s a piece that people are adding, it is making the heart gesture and could be because XZ is happy to be with WYB.

There is a CPN timeline from that period in 2020 so lemme just refresh people’s memories even if it’s totally irrelevant ( probably ) to this post. I love myself some cpn archaeology. 🔍

11/17 was luoyang opening ceremony so he was kinda busy here but they still got to spend time together. In hindsight, this is very telling, cause there was some heavy speculation that GG was present during Luoyang presscon. If he was there during the opening ceremony for the filming, he might have been introduced to select cast and crew. So it was easier for him to tag along for the press con before the official release cause he knows the people. 11/19 was the release of the wolf and WYB attended the chanel x vogue event. 11/22 GG released a douyin video and we CPN about the curtains and how it’s similar to one of Bobo’s. Again, hotel curtains are not the most reliable measure, i know, but that’s how CPNs work.

11/25, YBO posted alluding to the douban issue of downvoting works. basically manipulating data — look at YBO calling out this practice years before, they know how unreliable DB is. everyone knows. the point is, around this time, The Wolf was getting downvoted by antis.

11/29, an episode of TTXS was aired where WYB said “i can’t give up what i like”. A sentiment that is true in everything he does, from dancing to his other hobbies. No matter how hard it is and even if it seems like everything is against him, he will not give up. The same is true (probably ) with his relationships. 🤍 this episode was filmed 11/22 which was very close to when they allegedly spent time together so the feeling is there ( and there is a whole different cpn for that day too lol ).

In 2019, GG’s Bazaar promo was release where he said that he saw his love in a dream ( i don’t think this needs any explanation ) and 2021 they also posted around the same time and both are transitions.

This is all guess work, they could be posting for the simple reason of KPI or their studios scrambling to get their bosses to be visible online 😂😂😂 BUT THE POINT IS, there seems to be significant things happening during this time and always including 11/19 between them. ✨ It fits the pattern we have been seeing for years.

3. WYB’s 105th post on Douyin and GG’s 1050 post on Weibo. 🤡🤡🤡

4. The use of a light in their hands as an element to their post. For WYB it’s a transition to change clothes and for GGs it’s more of a sunshine/light.

They share the same brain cell. Lol. and BXGs are so good cause there is already an art for it.

5. I love how XZ was like i don’t wanna be doing this while filming the Douyin. goes to show what happens behind the scenes and how similar he & WYB are. in the video, XZ was asking his staff “is this viral?” and they respond with “really viral” and he proceeds to make faces like he can’t believe 🤣🤣🤣 If he only knew, the most random things go viral. and he probably didn’t want to do it cause it had the cute vibe to it.

Similar to WYB, he prefers the cool transitions and he is someone who will not be willing to do a douyin trend. Both of them would rather share things they love like photos of places or their hobbies.

The lyrics for GG’s video is:

oh no oh no i haven’t talked to my baobei

baobei, what are you doing?

muah are you there? are you asleep?

baobei, what are you doing?

why aren’t you replying?”

Going by the theme of the song, missing someone, his baobei who is not replying lol is this a shout out to WYB? 😅

Anyway, it’s being linked to WYB’s post. The whole transition with the phone light he is doing was said to be popular in 2021. There is a couple version, which means two people are doing it and the BGM used is a song i will still miss you.

Looking at the lyrics, I understand why he didn’t use it and went with the cool tune instead. It’s a bittersweet song and about missing because the couple grew apart. WYB still wants to match the missing theme but probably scrapped it cause GG’s is more on the cute type of missing someone. 🙃

6. Going back to the Japan Trip, their posts seem to echo that time. 11/19/2018.

From WYB’s use of his phone and the shot. To XZ’s most obvious posting on the same day and SAME TIME 🤯🤯🤯

THIS IS WHY JAPAN CPN WILL FOREVER BE RELEVANT!!!!!! Happy 5th anniversary i guess! 💟 Dude I can’t fuckin believe Xiao Zhan did this the fuck he is insane for this.

7. In usual turtle clowning fashion, some of em commented xz or wyb’s photo on their douyin. These might be buried now cause solos are doing the most to make sure the top posts are theirs.

-END.

Disclaimer: this is all CPN. meaning, it is interpretation/speculation from a cpf’s perspective and uses lots of symbolism and past events that are known and understood by cpn-inclined turtles. this is not the place to wash things cause again, it’s all cpn anyway. I don’t make these posts to be picked apart, it is for fun and to enjoy. Okay? Okay. If you wanna complain, do it on your own blog.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #feels so good to go back to fandom #i have been so busy the past days and tired lol #THIS BECAME LONGER THAN EXPECTED CAUSE I CANT KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT LOL #Youtube

[steddiealltheway]

Part Three to Meet Ugly (Ha, I named it... I think?). Part one. Part two. AO3 Link

Eddie sits on his kitchen counter staring at the fridge. Steve’s number blurs until Eddie blinks harshly, tears falling down his face. 

He scoffs, “I’m not going to cry about him.” He angrily wipes at his face, taking in deep breaths as more tears fall. He feels his bottom lip quivering and angrily hops off the counter, making his way to the phone. He glances back at the fridge and punches in the first two numbers and pauses. 

He can’t do this. It’s too soon. Besides, Steve doesn’t even know him; he can’t just call him during a breakdown. 

He thinks about his band members, specifically Gareth, but they had all voiced their harsh opinions on his relationship. None of them had met Brian, but that was reason enough to dislike him. If Eddie called any of them now, he would be met with an “I told you so,” which is exactly what he doesn’t need. 

He puts the phone back and stalks off to his room, collapsing in his bed. He turns to face where Steve was laying before and sees the handcuffs. Eddie will have to pick the lock on the other side to get them off his bed frame, but he can’t right now. 

He wants to call Steve desperately. The small period of time with him was more comforting than any point in his relationship with Brian in the past two years. 

Maybe it’s just a rebound type thing. He makes a connection with a guy that is attractive and kind and suddenly he’s calling it something more than it is. 

Eddie curls up on himself and tries to fight the spiraling episode he can feel himself diving head-first into. 

Two fucking years. 

Eddie thinks of all the shows he’s done that Brian never came to. The Thanksgivings he’s spent with his Uncle Wayne gushing about a guy who wouldn’t even show up. The key he gave Brian a year ago, expecting him to understand the grand gesture of moving in with him, but Brian had put off the move for an entire year. The holiday parties at Brian’s job where Eddie insisted, he would behave and say he was just Brian’s friend, but Brian would always argue that he didn’t want to take the risk.  

But he would promise that eventually – always eventually – he would be there. 

And Eddie believed him. That might be the worst part.  

Maybe the worst part was how oblivious he’s been this whole time. How long has he been cheating? And how many times has he used Eddie’s fucking bed? 

The thought makes him want to throw up and wash his sheets. Luckily, he washed them the day before, ironically enough because he wanted to have clean sheets after Brian came to see his show.  

But knowing that Steve was the stranger in his bed makes him feel more comfortable with putting it off until the next day.  

Eddie closes his eyes for a few moments then punches his pillow as soon as more questions about Brian flood his head. He opens his eyes and sees the handcuffs again. 

He reaches out and holds onto the end where Steve’s wrist used to be. He closes his eyes, imagining Steve could still be there, rambling on and making him forget his miseries.  

He’ll call tomorrow. 

-:-:-:-:-:- 

“Wakey wakey, baby.” 

Eddie groans hating how Brian always had the worst way of waking him up. 

Brian. 

Must’ve been a weird fucking dream. Eddie opens his eyes and spots the handcuffs on his headboard that he’s still somehow gripping onto. He sits up and wipes at his face, finding flakey tear residue embarrassingly down his face. 

Not a fucking dream.  

“Oh, baby, you don’t look too good, but I brought blueberry muffins,” Brian says holding up a bag.  

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie asks, staying in his bed, hoping this is a nightmare. 

Brian shakes the bag as if to answer. Eddie stares at him. “Damn,” Brian laughs, “I thought you’d be able to move past yesterday’s incident but someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” 

“Get out.” 

Brian rolls his eyes. “Come on, let’s get some food in you while I explained what happened.” He wanders out towards the kitchen, and Eddie wishes more than anything that he had a bat near him. Instead, he stalks over to the closet and starts pulling out anything that Brian might own. 

“Baby, what are you doing? There are muffins in the kitchen,” Brian says as he comes back into Eddie’s room.  

Eddie starts throwing Brian’s items on the ground, moving on to his dresser and desk next. 

“Are you going to even let me explain?” Brian asks sounding clearly agitated. 

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, ripping up a generic hallmark birthday card with the only personal thing written being “Love, Brian.” Eddie throws the scraps on the ground along with his other random items. “Explain what? How you’ve been using the key to my fucking apartment to trick random people into having sex with you.” 

“Oh, baby, is that what he told you?” 

Eddie turns and points a finger in Brian’s face. “Don’t fucking call me ‘baby.’” 

Brian pushes Eddie’s hand out of his face and explains, “Eds, he was lying to you. He approached me. Asked me if I could show him the ropes when it comes to hooking up with guys. And I took him back here because my roommate was home, and I showed him a few things. I never intended to sleep with him though, so it’s not even cheating.” 

Eddie’s heart drops to his stomach. “And how many guys did you so call ‘show them the ropes’?” 

“Only a few. Don’t worry, I never went far enough to need to get tested. Now come on, get your muffins. They’re your favorite.” 

Eddie searches Brian’s face, trying to find the person he thought he knew. 

“Fuck you,” Eddie says, “And get out of my fucking house.” 

Brian throws up his hands. “What’s fucking wrong with you, Eds?” 

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie yells. He huffs out a humorless laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. I find out my boyfriend has been hooking up with people but doesn’t consider it cheating. Then I realize that he’s a fucking asshole and always has been. How have I never seen it?” Eddie stalks off to the kitchen, hands in his hair. “Now, I think it’s time you give me my fucking key and get the fuck out before I actually lose my shit,” Eddie warns him. 

“You don’t mean that,” Brian scoffs. 

Eddie holds out his hand not trusting himself to speak without yelling and straining his vocal cords.  

Brian finally starts tugging Eddie’s key off his keychain and drops in his hand. “Just for the record, I’m the best you’re ever gonna get sweetheart. Who the fuck is going to want you? You’re a nobody who thinks his awful band is going to make it somewhere. Don’t you know there’s a reason I never came to your performances or showed you off to my friends? It wasn’t because I was scared about how they would react to me being gay; it was because I didn’t want to be associated with a loser like you.” 

Eddie shakes his head, trying to ignore the pressure behind his eyes caused by elementary school type insults. He shoves the bag of muffins into Brian’s hand. “Take your fucking muffins. Blueberry were always your favorite. Never mine. While I’m at it...” Eddie trails off, going to the fridge and digging through for all the shit Brian stocked up there.  

Eddie lays random shit on his counter and slams the fridge door shut. He shoves it towards Brian but finds him staring off behind him. Eddie runs a hand over his face as he storms over to the kitchen cabinet where Brian’s coffee mug has been staying. He grabs it and turns around to hand it to Brian. 

But he isn’t where he was before. He’s by the fridge, staring at the number. 

“What’s this?” Brian asks. 

Eddie can’t answer. He can feel himself freeze. 

“He left you his number, didn’t he?” Brian questions then laughs. “You’re pathetic, you know? Let me do him a favor.”  

Brian reaches out and swipes his hand across the whiteboard, instantly erasing Steve’s number. 

Eddie’s heart drops and his blood runs cold. He raises the mug, and Brian’s eyes go wide before he bolts towards the front door. Eddie throws the mug, hearing it shatter as it makes contact with the door Brian just slammed shut. 

He runs over to the whiteboard and stares at the faint smear left. 

Eddie slowly sinks to the floor and buries his head in his hands, letting the tears flow. 

Part four

(Adding people who asked to be tagged. So sorry if I forgot anyone. Love you guys btw.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #I swear there is a part four coming #Sometimes I write like I'm in middle school again #but i hope you enjoy

[collinrobinsonsglasses]

Too Soft to be a Pirate

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

Chapter 5 of a series.

Summary: Following the events of season 1 episode 5 of Our Flag Means Death. The reader gets injured during the raid and Izzy tends to their wounds.

Warnings: Lots of cursing, general pirate raid injuries, and descriptions of a fractured wrist. (I don't think it's too bad, but just in case)

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Chapter 5: The Best Revenge is Dressing Well 

Izzy found himself grappling with a crew of seemingly inept fucks aboard the Revenge. Day after day, they lazed about the ship, showing a remarkable aversion to anything resembling work. The situation proved infuriating for Izzy, but he could tolerate Bonnet’s crew if it meant he would one day captain the Queen Anne’s Revenge. 

Blackbeard spent most of his time with the self-proclaimed “Gentleman Pirate”, a mere ponce in Izzy’s eyes. Blackbeard was imparting the ways of the pirate life to the aspiring captain. Izzy couldn’t help but anticipate the day when Blackbeard would burn that little twat’s face off. 

Izzy paced the main deck, his steps measured and purposeful as he observed the assorted members of Bonnet’s crew. Blackbeard planned for a raid on a merchant vessel later in the afternoon and the buzz of anticipation filled the air. The atmosphere onboard hinted at a sense of calm before the storm, as most of the crew indulged in a leisurely morning, preparing for the impending fight. 

Guided by the melody of a lute and an enchanting voice, Izzy traced the source of the sound. Each step up the wooden stairs toward the quarter deck carried him closer to the origin of the music that had captured his senses. He spotted you seated cross-legged on the poop deck, your gaze fixed upward at Frenchie as he skillfully strummed the lute. Your voice blended effortlessly with his playing, and you seemed at peace and completely absorbed in the music. 

A surge of jealousy gripped Izzy as he witnessed the unfolding scene before him. Swiftly suppressing the emotion, he turned away, retreating back to the main deck, no longer willing to witness the connection between you and Frenchie. Since the night you two shared a kiss, you had deliberately kept your distance from Izzy. He sensed your embarrassment about the shared moment, and a part of him felt a sense of relief that you were steering clear of him. Izzy understood the importance of staying focused on the plan and, more specifically, on Edward. 

Your request for sword lessons from Izzy had stopped, a fact that he couldn’t help but notice. Ivan had seamlessly stepped into the role of your instructor. Izzy observed you honing your knife skills under Jim’s guidance. Credit where it was due, Izzy couldn’t deny that Jim was the only competent pirate aboard this ship. 

Your magnetic presence naturally drew Bonnet’s crew toward you, seeking your company, and, much to Izzy’s annoyance, receiving your warm smiles. You spent the last few days hiding away in the kitchen helping Roach with meals. Your whispered conversations with Lucius didn’t escape Izzy’s keen eyes. It grated on him to witness these interactions. You, above all, shouldn’t be forming attachments to these idiots, as you were well aware that this arrangement was temporary. 

Izzy observed Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet emerging from the captain’s quarters, exchanging grins. A grimace crept across Izzy’s face as he witnessed the scene. Though he understood it was a strategic move, he couldn’t fathom why Blackbeard would willingly spend any time with that man. 

“What’s it looking like, Iz?” Blackbeard asked, disrupting Izzy’s train of thought. 

“We’re approaching a medium-sized merchant vessel, cap’n, and it appears to have a distinct lack of cannons” Izzy replied with stoic composure. 

“Agh, that’s great news, Izzy!” Blackbeard exclaimed, his eyes alight with excitement as he grasped Stede’s shoulder. “Your first real raid, mate,” Blackbeard added, directing his words to Stede with a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Ah, indeed,” Stede replied with a goofy grin, attempting to conceal the fear behind his eyes. “I’m quite looking forward to it.” 

Izzy rolled his eyes at the exchange and proceeded to rally the crew for the impending raid. 

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The sound of gunfire echoed through the air as chaos unfurled around you. Blackbeard’s crew, a group of seasoned pirates, fought fiercely, and you navigated well enough to keep yourself alive. While you had made improvements through the lessons imparted by Izzy and Ivan, the truth remained that you were still a far cry from being an expert with a blade. 

If you were being honest with yourself, you currently lacked the energy for a fight. The idea of being curled up in your hammock with one of Stede Bonnet’s books held far more appeal. The recent emotional turmoil with Izzy had taken a toll on your mind, leaving you feeling drained. Engaging in mundane tasks, like helping Roach in the kitchen or handling menial ship duties, felt far more manageable. The realization of your exhaustion only truly set in when you found yourself in the middle of the raid. 

Your attention snapped back into focus as Fang ruthlessly smashed a man’s head against some wooden crates. The brutality of the scene shook you, briefly waking you from your mental fatigue. Your focus was swiftly redirected to a man engulfed in flames, leaping off the boat - a spectacle orchestrated by Ivan. 

Suddenly, the wind was knocked from your stomach as a body collided with you, forcing you to crumple onto the ground. The impact sent your sword flying from your right hand, and instinctively, you reached out with the other, desperately attempting to break your fall. A sharp pain emanated from your left wrist upon hitting the ground. Standing above you, a man brandished his sword, the blade menacingly aimed toward your chest. 

You closed your eyes, bracing for the inevitable strike, but instead the air filled with commotion around you. Opening your eyes, you witnessed Izzy delivering a resounding punch to the man’s face. The first mate called out to Fang, and in the blink of an eye, the assailant who had knocked you down was being hurtled across the deck, soaring over the heads of Lucius and Stede. Swiftly sitting up, you maneuvered against the ship’s wall, finding refuge, while Izzy positioned himself in front of you, brandishing his sword in a protective stance. 

As the fight gradually ended, the rest of the crew corralled the survivors of the raid. You rose to your feet, cautiously retrieving your sword while hiding your injured wrist behind your back. When Izzy turned to face you, the simmering anger in his eyes was unmistakable. 

“That was fucking sloppy,” Izzy hissed at you. “I shouldn't have to worry about you getting gutted during a simple raid. Next time, you’ll be watching with the rest of the twattys who aren’t fit to be pirates.” 

You fixed your gaze on Izzy, choosing not to offer a response. 

“Fuck off. Go help with the looting”, he grumbled, acknowledging your silence. 

Swiftly, you made your way to join Frenchie, eager to escape further scolding from Izzy. Deep down, you recognized the truth in his words; your focus should have been sharper during the fight. The persistent dull pain radiating from your wrist served as a reminder of that. You opted to keep the injury to yourself. You would rather endure the pain in silence, hoping it would subside with time, than face any additional reasons for reprimand. 

You and Frenchie sifted through the boxes in search of anything valuable. Mindful of your injured left hand, you relied solely on your right, keeping the hurt arm cradled close to your stomach. Having collected everything you deemed valuable, you and Frenchie made your way back to the Revenge. 

As the day progressed, you found yourself seated below deck with Lucius and Pete, chatting about mundane topics. Suddenly, Frenchie made his entrance, adorned in a fine black suit and cradling his lute. 

“Frenchie!” you exclaimed, “You clean up well!” 

“Why, thank you,” Frenchie responded with a theatrical bow. “I’m planning to wear it to a fancy party the captains want to attend.” 

“What kind of party?” Black Pete inquired, his curiosity tinged with a hint of fear of missing out on something fun. 

“Eh, just one with a bunch of hoity-toity people,” Frenchie responded, his tone less than impressed. 

“Yeah, I’ll pass on that,” Black Pete replied. 

“I wonder if there’s going to be dancing,” Lucius mused playfully, lifting his eyebrows. “Ugh, I miss dancing.” 

Frenchie sat down next to you on a crate and began playing a slow, melodic tune on his lute, a common occurrence aboard the ship. The music prompted Lucius to rise from his seat, extending his hand toward you with raised eyebrows. 

“My wrist is still hurting from the raid this morning,” you responded, politely declining Lucius’ request. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind, and you gave Lucius a sly smile.

During your time on The Revenge, Lucius had become quite talkative with you. You suspected it was because, among the crew, you were one of the less intimidating pirates. In the last few days, he had been openly expressing his crush on Black Pete to you. Now, you made a decision that you were going to help him out. 

“I bet Black Pete would make a pretty good dance partner,” you said, casting a glance toward him. “Even if he hasn’t danced before, he picks things up way faster than anyone I’ve ever met.” 

“I haven’t danced before,” Black Pete responded hesitantly, before regaining his normal confidence. “But you’re right. I am an exceptionally fast learner.” 

“Well, lucky for you, I’m also an exceptional teacher,” Lucius responded flirtatiously, placing his hands on Black Pete’s shoulders. 

As you watched Lucius and Black Pete dance you couldn’t help but notice a subtle spark igniting between the two. After a while, you and Frenchie made your way back to the deck, as he prepared to depart from the party, leaving Lucius and Black Pete alone to their own devices. 

As you ascended to the deck, you noticed Blackbeard and Izzy engaged in conversation on the Quarterdeck. Their discussion seemed intense, with the low rumble of their voices carrying over the sounds of the ship. Abruptly, Izzy stomped off, his expression etched with the familiar anger that seemed to cling to him like a shadow. 

Soon after Izzy’s departure, you found yourself in the vacant spot next t0 Blackbeard on the Quarterdeck. Edward was in a beautiful purple suit, adorned with two bows neatly tied into his beard. His typically wild and flowing hair was not fashioned into a tidy bun at the back of his head. 

“Izzy said I look like a ponce,” Blackbeard huffed, a touch of vulnerability in his tone. “Do I look ponce?” he asked, turning to you with genuine concern in his eyes. 

“You look handsome,” you replied with a warm smile, reaching up to gently straighten one of the bows in his beard. It struck you that this was the first time you had ever seen your captain look nervous. It made sense; this was uncharted territory for him. “Stede will look out for you,” you assured Blackbeard, offering a reassuring nod. 

Blackbeard acknowledged your words with a coy smile. 

The party set off to the celebration, and life on the ship resumed its normal course. 

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Izzy Hands seethed with fury as he found himself left alone with Bonnet’s useless crew while Blackbeard attended some pointless party. At least there was a small victory in the fact that he was having Lucius scrape all the barnacles off the ship. Izzy’s satisfaction deepened at the thought that Lucius was finally facing the consequences for lying around doing fuck-all day after day. The punishment was fitting, and long overdue. 

“How’s our barnacle project coming?” Izzy sneered, his gaze scanning over the edge of the ship, expecting to find Lucius. 

A wave of surprise and frustration washed over Izzy as he spotted you sitting on the bench, scraping barnacles instead of Lucius. He noticed your face tightening in response to the sound of his voice, but you continued your work, seeming determined to stay focused despite his interruption. 

“I’m gonna kill that twat,” Izzy snapped, frustration boiling over. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, his tone sharp and accusing. 

“Scraping barnacles, sir,” you responded in a flat tone, maintaining a stoic demeanor despite the tension in the air. 

Izzy rolled his eyes before continuing, “Where are Fang and Lucius?” he inquired, a hint of impatience coloring his tone. 

“They mentioned having something important to do, so I offered to finish scraping the barnacles,” you said with nonchalant shrug. 

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Izzy demanded.

Izzy noticed you pause your barnacle-scraping, it seemed like you were taking a moment to genuinely consider his question. “It’s probably because I’m a chronic people-pleaser. I know you wanted this done, and I’m just trying to keep the peace,” you replied, your words carrying a touch of honesty. 

Izzy started pulling the bench back up towards the deck until you were face to face with him. “You’d just blindly do something, because someone asked you to?” Izzy asked condescendingly. 

“Most likely,” you responded with a shrug. 

“What if I asked you to jump off the crow’s nest? Would you do that?” Izzy inquired his tone carrying a note of exhaustion. 

“I would probably do anything you asked me to, Izzy, because I don’t like when you’re pissed at me,” you responded, avoiding direct eye contact as you looked off to the side. 

“You would die,” Izzy responded flatly. 

“Well if that turned out to be the case, at least you wouldn’t be able to yell at me,” you

 replied, pursing your lips together, a hint of bitterness lacing your words. 

Izzy observed you carefully standing up off the stool and onto the deck, his gaze unwavering. 

“Well, that twat owes you an apology for making you do his work,” Izzy stated with a gruff tone, trying to return to the situation at hand. 

“That’s not really necessary because I’m not upset. I offered to do it,” you replied quietly. 

Izzy rolled his eyes once more, expressing his exhaustion with the situation. Frustrated that Lucius had taken advantage of your kindness, he moved to grab your wrist to lead you in search of Fang and Lucius. However, a sharp hiss escaping your mouth caught his attention. Concern furrowed his brow, and he immediately released your arm, his eyes scanning your face as you attempted to hide a wince. 

“Let me see your wrist,” Izzy demanded in a gentle tone, a surge of concern coursing through him. 

You lifted up your arm, and Izzy carefully examined your wrist. As he moved your sleeve back, the sight that met his eyes confirmed his suspicions. The area around the wrist showed signs of distress – visible swelling, a blooming bruise coloring the skin, and a subtle misalignment that hinted at a potential fracture. Tender to the touch, your wince as he inspected it spoke volumes about the pain you were experiencing. 

Izzy looked up towards your eyes, and the fear he saw there softened his expression. “This was from the raid this morning?” Izzy asked, although he already knew the answer. 

You nodded slowly in confirmation. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” he pressed. 

“I didn’t want to bother anyone. I just hoped it would get better,” you responded, a tinge of embarrassment coloring your words. 

“Go wait for me in my cabin. We’re going to get that sorted. I just need to find those two lazy idiots first,” Izzy said softly, a mixture of concern and determination in his voice. 

As he watched you walk away, gently cradling your left wrist against your chest, a wave of guilt washed over Izzy. He should have made sure that you weren’t injured after the raid. When he saw that man rushing into you, a surge of rage had flung him into protection mode. After the fight, he directed that rage toward you, but now, seeing you hurt, he realized he was really just angry at himself for allowing you to be in that position in the first place. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Izzy’s shoulders as he set off to find Fang and Lucius, a resolve burning in his eyes to make things right with you. 

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Entering Izzy’s room, you cast a curious glance around, hoping to glean any more insight into the man who had been occupying your thoughts for the last year. As expected, Izzy’s room was simple and functional- a reflection of his practical nature. A bed, a desk, a chair, and a chest constituted the entirety of his furnishings. 

Standing awkwardly for a while, you felt a sense of unwelcome intrusion in his personal space before finally opting to sit on his chair. Time seemed to stretch on as you waited for Izzy, and your anxiety began to grow. This was the first time you would be alone with Izzy since the kiss, and a sense of uncertainty lingered in your mind. You weren’t sure how to act around him anymore. 

Eventually, Izzy stomped into his room, his frustration clear as he ranted to himself about Lucius. Once Izzy’s eyes met yours, his demeanor softened, and concern once again painted itself across his face. Setting down a bowl filled with a liquid that carried the distinct scent of vinegar, he retrieved bandages from the chest in his room.

“Sit on my bed. I’m going to use the chair,” he commanded softly, the concern in his voice blending with a touch of authority. 

You followed his command, swiftly taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, mirroring the night you two shared a kiss. The rapid beat provided a welcome distraction from the pain throbbing in your wrist. 

Izzy gently reached for your non-injured hand, his fingers delicately tracing along the bones of your wrist. A flush crept onto your face at his touch, though you hoped he wouldn’t notice the subtle reaction. His weathered and calloused fingers possessed a surprising gentleness as they moved across your arm. 

Izzy paused, his gaze lifting to meet yours. “I need to feel your injured wrist now to compare the positioning of the bones. It’ll help me see what the damage is,” he explained, his voice carrying a gentle but resolute undertone. “It’s going to fucking hurt.” he warned you. 

You nodded in understanding as Izzy carefully lifted your injured wrist. The pain that surged through your arm was excruciating, evident in the wince that danced across your features. You could see a mirror expression of discomfort on Izzy’s face, the idea that his touch was causing you pain weighing heavily on him. His fingers continued their methodical exploration, seeking to understand the extent of your injury. 

A wave of dizziness washed over you, and the thud of your heart echoed loudly in your ears. The room blurred momentarily as if reality itself was swaying, and you gripped the edge of the bed, attempting to anchor yourself amidst the disorienting feeling. Suddenly, a gentle hand on your face snapped you back to reality. 

“Little mouse,” Izzy whispered, lifting your chin so that your eyes met his. “You need to breathe.” 

Following Izzy’s instruction, you took slow, deliberate breaths, the world gradually coming back into plain view. The concern in Izzy’s eyes remained, a silent reassurance that you were not alone in this moment of vulnerability. 

“You have a simple fracture. I need to set it and bandage it. Then you should be okay, as long as you refrain from being knocked over,” Izzy explained. Izzy grabbed your uninjured hand, gently placing it on his knee with a stern expression. “I don’t need you passing out on me, so when it hurts, you can squeeze my knee. And don’t stop breathing again,” he instructed. 

Izzy efficiently set your wrist back into place, and you seized the opportunity to squeeze his knee tightly as the pain reached its boiling point. The intensity gradually subsided as Izzy skillfully maneuvered your bone into the correct position. Izzy proceeded to dip the bandages into the liquid he had brought with him, tightly starting to wrap them around your injured wrist. 

A silence settled in as Izzy worked diligently on wrapping your wrist. Feeling a tinge of discomfort, you decided to look away, diverting your gaze to anything else in the room, attempting to avoid the intimacy of the situation. Suddenly, a sensation of being watched prompted you to turn, and you found Izzy peering up at you. 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you this morning,” Izzy stated matter-of-factly. “You still fight better than most of the twats on this ship.” The admission held a rare sincerity. 

“You were right though. I was distracted,” you responded gently, a slight frown gracing your features. You noticed Izzy staring at you a little longer, but you looked back down feeling too vulnerable. 

Izzy placed his hand on your shoulder, beginning to speak again. “Okay. New rules. Number one: you are no longer going to offer to do anyone’s chores for them, especially with a fractured wrist.” The firmness in his voice conveyed a sense of protective authority. 

“Number two,” he continued, “If you ever get hurt again, you will come to me immediately. Even if you get a single splinter, I expect to fucking hear about it.” 

You nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Izzy,” you said, giving his knee one last squeeze and offering a soft smile. 

“Now, fuck off,” Izzy said, his tone a stark contrast to the morning’s sternness. There was a hint of endearment in his tone. 

You took Izzy’s command seriously and did indeed fuck off, finding Lucius engaged in conversation with Black Pete and Fang on the deck. 

“Lucius, what have you been doing today?” you asked curiously, joining them. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Izzy that angry.” 

“I drew Fang naked,” Lucius said, raising his eyebrows with a smirk. “Listen, that angry little sexually repressed man just needs to get laid. Otherwise, I feel like he’s going to pop.” 

Lucius looked at you before continuing, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Unlucky for him, only someone crazy would be attracted to that." 

You looked over to Fang and noticed his guilty expression. "Fang, you didn't," you whined. 

"Oh yes. Fang spilled your dirty little secret," Lucius giggled. "I do think you're crazy for liking that man, but we all have a type, I guess." Lucius finished, winking at Black Pete. 

You weren't really upset with Fang. You knew most people would notice eventually with how obvious your feelings showed. You looked down at your wrapped wrist, pondering Lucius's statement. You didn't think you were crazy at all. As a matter of fact, you thought it was crazy that the rest of the crew didn't see Izzy the way you did. He was rough on the outside, but deep down, he was one of the kindest people you had ever met.

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#izzy hands x reader #ofmd #ofmd x reader #ofmd fanfic #izzy hands #our flag means death #too soft to be a pirate

[alovesongtheywrote]

Nightmare Academia P.19 | Spencer Reid x Reader

♥ Summary: In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, somebody dies, somebody leaves, and somebody ends up alone. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: criminal minds season 10, episode 13. Nelson's Sparrow.

♥ A/N: i remembered which episode this was off hand, im oddly proud lmao

♥ Word Count: 1847

Series Masterlist

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Spencer didn’t think he would have to call in that favour you’d offered him.  He was pretty sure that when you sent a little text that said, “I owe you one,” you were joking.  He waved it off like you were joking.  When he told you not to mention the favour he had done, he’d meant it.  The two of you had spent the rest of the night joking because that was all it was supposed to be.

The favour, the owing, it was all supposed to be a joke.

Then Gideon died.

Nothing really seemed funny after that.

Spencer had to leave for a bit.  He needed to go, and join his team, and solve this murder.  He also had classes to teach.  He hoped you would help him out with that, though he hated having to ask.  You didn’t deserve this burden.  You hadn’t deserved it before, either, but you kind of took it on without asking.

Now, Spencer had to ask.

He didn’t want to do it.  Like, he really didn’t want to do it.  He ended up staring at your contact in his phone for a solid forty-five minutes waffling over what the fuck he could say in this situation.  

“My old friend and mentor was murdered last night.  I need to go find the man that did it.  Cover my cases for me while I’m gone, will you?”  Felt rude.  And harsh.  And like a crazy fucking load of information that you would definitely have questions about- and while he would normally love to answer your questions, Spencer- understandably- did not feel like answering questions about this specific topic.

A simple, “We need to talk,” was way too goddamn ominous.

“I need a favour,” could be taken all kinds of wrong ways.

Something like, “Heyyyyy, so, my old mentor died and I need to go find the man that did it.  Would you mind covering my classes for me until I come back, even if that takes actual months?  K thank u byeeeee,” just felt wrong.

“A close friend of mine just passed, and I need some time.  Can you cover my classes for me while I’m gone?” Was appropriate, but it left out so much- and for some reason, Spencer didn’t like the thought of lying to you.

So, he decided to tell you in person.  

And he had regrets about that decision almost immediately.

He ended up standing by the office door like a fucking creeper for a solid five minutes.  He didn’t move, he didn’t open the door, he didn’t knock, he didn’t say anything, he just sort of stood there thinking about what the fuck he was going to say to you.

And then the door creaked open for him.

You were sitting at the desk that you shared with him, buried so deeply in your work that you didn’t even hear the door open.  You didn’t look up.  You didn’t see Spencer.  You just typed away at the computer in front of you, marking papers and adding up grades.

You seemed oddly peaceful.  At ease.  Relaxed- at least as relaxed as you could be while grading.  Spencer briefly contemplated the idea of leaving you a note.

Before he could take off to find a pen and follow in his mentor’s footsteps, you finally saw him.  Your eyes lit up, they really did, but Spencer told himself he was seeing things.

“Good morning, Dr. Pretty Boy!” you stretched yourself out slightly, giving Spencer the impression that you’d been working for a while, “Ready for more bullshit?”

For a moment, despite everything, Spencer managed to find respite from his grief.  A smile crossed his features.  He laughed at your joke- and immediately, he felt guilty for it.  His eyes went from bright to broken in a split instant.  Tears welled up in their corners.  What fucking friend was Spencer?  Gideon hadn’t been dead for two days, and here he was, laughing with his cute coworker over some cute fucking quip.

The grief crashed over his body in waves.  Reid tried to hide it.  He looked away from you, covering his mouth with his hand and trying not to actually sob in the middle of your shared office.

You saw right through him.

“Oh, pretty boy,” your voice was a whisper, and as you darted into Spencer’s field of view, he could see the concern etched into your face.  Somehow, it made him feel worse.

“Hey, hey,” you tried to hide your own panic with soothing words, briefly wondering what the fuck you could’ve done to make him cry.  Your mind came up blank.  And really, if Spencer cried easily- if he cried the way you did- you were sure you would’ve broken him by now, but you hadn’t.

Honestly?  That was probably the worst option.  That meant something was wrong- and you probably wouldn’t fix that something with an apology and a cup of coffee.

Still.  You had to do your best.

“Reid?  Spencer, honey, talk to me,” you reached out, lightly placing your fingers on his elbow- enough touch to comfort, but hopefully not enough to make him uncomfortable.

He didn’t say anything, but for a moment, he looked at you.  His eyes were full of unshed tears.  You could feel your heart drop through you before it shattered somewhere deep inside.  Without another thought, your grip on Spencer’s arm changed from a light graze to an undeniable hold.

When you spoke, you sounded panicked.  You said his name and Spencer could practically feel it- like ice down his spine, like the feeling of falling just as your body goes to sleep.  Ironically, it woke him up.

“Gideon’s dead.”

You tried to find a response to that, but the words escaped you.  Mostly because you didn’t know who that was.  Spencer saw the confusion on your face, and with a deep breath, he offered you the kindness of elaboration.

“He was- he got me into the FBI.  He was important and now he’s dead.”

“Shit,” you brought your other hand up to hold his arm, “Spencer, I’m so sorry.”

“I have to go.  I have to find the person that did this.”

You tried to hide your shock at the revelation that Spencer’s friend hadn’t just died- Gideon had been murdered.  And Spencer wanted to solve the case.  

What choice did you have but to support him?  In his place, you would want to do the same thing- you just wouldn’t have the qualifications for it.  Spencer, however, was part of the FBI.  He could help solve this case, legally and responsibly.  You had to let him go.

“Then find them.  Don’t worry about your classes, I’ll cover them-”

“You-” he cut himself off with a broken laugh, “You didn’t even let me ask.”

“You don’t have to.  I know you would do the same for me- even if you wouldn’t, I like talking shit about the FBI to your students.  It’s fun for me, that's how I have fun.  Now go,” you let one of your hands run up his arm, “Get out of here, solve some crimes, and legally get whoever did this behind fucking bars.”

Spencer put one of his hands over yours.  You took the initiative and laced your fingers together.  The two of you stared for a moment, focusing on nothing but your joined hands.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence- not by much.  His voice wasn’t anything more than a whisper.

“Sorry?  For what?”

“For coming in here and crying all over you.”

“Hey, don’t apologize for that.  I cry all the time, remember?  I cry constantly.  I can start crying now, if you want me to-”

“That won’t be necessary,” he grinned, tracing tiny shapes into your skin with the tips of his fingers, “Thank you, though?  Is that the appropriate thing to say?  Thank you?”

“Thank you works for me.”

“Then, thank you.”

Silence flowed over you again, curling around your bodies like some sort of mist.  For a moment, the universe stilled, preserving the two of you in a tiny soundless bubble of space and time.

“Go kick some criminal ass, pretty boy.  Responsibly.  And then come back here, okay?”

“I will.  I promise.”

“Good.  Because otherwise, I will turn your students into my little minions, and you’ll never get them back.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

With a final grin, you pulled back.  Spencer did the same.  You wound your arms around yourself and squeezed.  The air in the office dropped a few degrees.  Spencer’s hands twitched,  tapping a nervous pattern into his thigh.

“I’ll see you later, (L/N).”

He stepped back, moving slowly.  When he reached the doorway, he turned and headed down the hall at regular Spencer-speed.  You just stood in the office like an idiot.  For the second time that week, Reid had stunned you to silence.

The first time, when he brought your student’s paper to the community center, you were stunned by the kindness he displayed.  The Spencer you knew was usually smarmy petty little shit.  He had his moments (such as getting stabbed to protect you and sharing his office with you when yours got all haunted) but for the most part, he was a bit of a prick!

In that moment, though, Reid did something kind and considerate.  He took care of someone who needed it.  He reached out to a former inmate with compassion and empathy, and even though Reid had worked for the FBI, you wanted to bring him to the community center with you every goddamn Monday for the rest of time.  That little action had exposed his heart to you- and yeah, most people would argue that the whole “taking a knife” thing was a better demonstration of character, but for whatever reason, this was what stunned you.

The second time he’d stunned you, he’d done it by leaving, and lord, this time was worse.  This time the shock didn’t feel like butterflies swarming through your organs.  It felt like fear.  Like an unknown future was running at you with malevolent intent.

At one point, you had wanted this.  You wanted Spencer to leave, but now?  The fucker had carved out a space for himself right in the middle of your life.  He’d built a little niche between your fourth and fifth ribs and moved right into you.  You had functioned without him when he was in the hospital, but you had always figured he would come back.  This was an indefinite leave of absence.  This was an indefinite leave of absence after you had warmed to Spencer, after he had shown you (in multiple ways) that he could be kind.

You finally came back to your body, still feeling a slight numbness in your hands.  You moved to the doorway just in time to watch Reid turn around the corner and vanish from sight.  

“I’ll see you,” you said- though you weren’t loud enough for him to hear by any means, “Reid.”

Behind you, a couple books fell from their shelves.  You didn’t even flinch.

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[bee-a-lover]

shadow and bone s2 spoilers ahead!! specifically up to episode 5

this is something that i started thinking about while i was writing my last post about the crows in s2, but i just can’t get over how amazingly jack wolfe not only portrayed but further characterized wylan.

wylan’s characterization in the show is so subtle and that’s so perfect for where he is in the story right now, and what i find most interesting about it is that it factors in that he isn’t a teenager like he was in the books, which is something that i was wondering how they’d pull off because that does make a big difference for wylan’s story.

wylan being an adult in the show means he spent his formative teenage years enduring jve’s abuse, whereas in the books that is when he breaks away. which means that if wylan in the books is deeply insecure, wylan in the show has been pushed to the edge of that insecurity, and IT SHOWS.

in the show, it’s so very clearly not just about his disability anymore. jack characterizes wylan as constantly looking away, covering his face, mumbling and saying what he thinks under his breath, and visibly trying to shrink into himself. just watching him you can tell that this is someone who, putting it plainly, hates everything about himself, and that extension of his shame makes so much sense as a result of the extra years with his father. in many of the scenes he’s in (one that comes to mind is most of the booth scene in episode 2) you get the sense that he’s trying very hard to not take up space, literally and figuratively.

another great example of this is the scene where they’re trying on the komedie brute masks and he says that his is perfect because it covers his whole face. its a subtle throwaway line, but i found it really sad and also really telling— and also really great, subtle foreshadowing of in the books when nina tailors him to look like kuwei and he doesn’t see a reason to care that it might be permanent.

then of course we have jesper coming in with the “i like your face” (eeeee) line, which very well may be the first time adult wylan’s ever been told anything like that. there’s also that little moment when they’re in bed together where jesper comments on liking how he looks in the morning and wylan immediately covers his face and then jesper stops him and kisses him. not only is it extremely fucking cute but also another demonstration of why they’re good for each other.

and the best thing about the emphasis on his insecurity in the show is that it doesn’t eliminate the fact that he can be very confident and forward when his guard is down, which is how he is in the books. one of my favorite scenes in the show is when he tells jesper not to patronize him. and i can’t wait to see the glimpses of his confidence grow more and more frequent as we (hopefully) get the six of crows and crooked kingdom plots, just like they do in the books. all of that being said, i expect an emmy to be reserved for jack for when we get the “he told them everything” scene.

#wow this is my second piece of show!wylan meta #i am just very grateful to jack ok because he NAILED it and did the extra credit #six of crows #soc #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone s2 #sab netflix #sab s2 #shadow and bone #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #jack wolfe

[allora1233]

𝕊𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕥. 𝟙

genre: fluff - headcanon

pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida

summary: Little things you do for them that make them swoon for you.

wc: >1k

a/n: For quick context, the pronouns and love languages used for these are based on my own headcanons. If you would like me to share them, just let me know! More characters are on the way!

Izuku - Buying him gifts.

Gift recieving

It doesn't have to be anything big. It could be a All Might pen you saw in the store, or some chocolates. And even though he's always happy to recieve All Might merchandise, he really cherishes the other gifts you give him more. It shows that you really do know him outside of All Might and you know what he likes. You pay attention to him and you bought him something because you were thinking of him. Some of his favorite gifts from you are: a fake plant you thought would look cute in his room (which now sits on his window sill), a new notebook since the one he had was started to get filled up, or the time you won a bunny stuffed animal at the fair with your friends and you brought it home for him. Now, if you aren't there to cuddle with him that night, he refuses to sleep if that bunny (which he named after you) isn’t on the bed somewhere so he won't be alone.

Todoroki - Cleaning their space.

Acts of Service

I don't think it's out of line to say Shoto could have developed OCD in order to maintain some sense of control over their life. This is especially true for their living space. Shoto's room is very specifically set up. From how they folds their bed sheets in the morning to how they organizes their clothes to something small, like how their pens and pencils are arranged on their desk. Everything has a place. And it's okay if things fall out of place once in a while. But when they're really going through a rough patch and they either 1) don't have time to clean up after themself, or 2) simply does not have the mental energy to, that's where you come in. You've spent plenty of time with Shoto to know how they likes their space. So when they're going through a depressive episode, you'll clean up for them while they're away. Fixing the bed, cleaning their desk, heck, you'll vacuum and wipe down all the surfaces while you're at it. You may be tired by the end of the day, but it's all worth it to see Shoto's exhausted face break into a smile when they come home.

Iida - Leaving little love notes.

Words of Affirmation

Letters, cards, post-its, anything and everything you can use to leave small messages on, you use it. You left him a note on his desk once as a random sweet gesture, and after seeing how giddy he was for the rest of the day, you had to continue making them. Now, it's a way you two communicate with one another. It can be a simple "good morning :)" note that he sticks onto your door or a long love letter that you leave on his desk for him to find that morning before class. He has a special folder dedicated to all the post-it notes and letters you've written for him. And if you send him a 3am text message of all the things you love about him, don't be surprised when you're woken up early the next morning from knocking on the door. He'll rush in and tackle you with cuddles and kisses.

#allora✿works #x reader #x y/n #x you #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #izuku #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #midoryia x reader #midoryia x y/n #izuku midoryia #todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you #tenya lida #tenya iida x reader #iida x reader #iida x y/n

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 11

Okay, but why was Rai so late? Surely they’ve been doing this morning routine long enough she shouldn’t have overslept. There’s never an explanation of this, so I wonder if Rae is actually late or if Manaria gets there that much earlier.

“You know, this might be a good opportunity for you to get over Miss Claire.” Blasphemer! Heretic! What kind of best friend are you, Misha? Sure, you two have barely spent any time together since Rae spends all day with Claire and all night doing other nonsense, and she has all these secrets lately, and where was I going with this?

No, no, don’t “put up with it”, fight back! Even if she is trying to provoke you, that doesn’t mean a response isn’t warranted. Just be smart about it so you don’t fall into a trap.

In the game, Manaria was the protagonist’s ally in love specifically. It’s only in Rae’s twisted view that she could be considered in enemy in the first place. Now, this Manaria is behaving differently, but keep in mind that Rae long abandoned the role of “protagonist”. How can Manaria fill her expected role, if Rae has given up on love?

So long as Claire is happy, right? Nothing else matters, not even your own feelings, or your own happiness.

Oh yeah, those two, Pipi and Loretta, still exist. By this point, the novels had already completely forgotten them. The manga is still keeping them around so far.

So the Scales weigh the offerings based on how difficult they are to obtain. The Flower of Flora is the offering known to be the heaviest so it stands to reason it would be “difficult” to obtain, unless you’re an incredibly OP magic user like Manaria.

I was wondering if it would be brought up, since they’re sprinkling information a little at a time instead of one big info dump. Rae doesn’t like “Poesie Amour” as a love story and I kind of agree with her to an extent. Why let the scales decide for you rather than take the initiative yourself?

I wouldn’t be surprised if Manaria knew the pot was already empty. If nothing else, she could easily check the current volume with a bit of subtle wind magic.

Huh, wonder what those two are up to. They’re either running towards Rae, or away from Manaria.

Wow, Claire, I’m surprised you noticed anything about Rae at all, given you’ve only had eyes for Manaria who is intentionally monopolising your time.

Manaria just called Claire out and it went right over her head.

Ah, I think I know why Pepi and Loretta are so freaked out. Even if they haven’t spent much time with Manaria, I’m sure there are plenty of rumours and stories circulating among nobles of both Kingdoms. The funny thing is, Rae should know all those details herself, but any information from the game that didn’t seem useful to her goals has probably been forgotten by now.

Despite her behaviour, Manaria has a point. Romantic love isn’t so selfless, if Rae is truly in love with Claire, then that means she wants to be the one that makes Claire happy, and to have the love returned. Yet, Rae hasn’t tried to form a relationship with Claire, if anything she has kept a certain distance between them. So as Manaria says, either her feelings aren’t nearly as strong as she claims, or she’s a coward.

Claire, you seem nervous for some reason, I wonder who for.

The scary thing about multi-casters, combining multiple elements into even more powerful attacks. Unfortunately that doesn’t just apply to Rae.

Rod, of course she was holding back against you! You’re far too weak to have lasted long in a duel if she had.

Rae started aggressive and busted out all her best, most powerful spells, but as OP as she is, Manaria is several magnitudes above her level.

We’ve seen the attacks Rae could wield with two elements, now we see what happens when you combine all four. They made it look even more brutal than in the manga. Since Dominator turns the target’s own magic against them, it stands to reason the more powerful they are the more damage it does, so it’s incredibly effective against Rae with an Exceptional Aptitude for two elements

It was excessive, but there’s a purpose behind Manaria’s brutality. It makes it all the more clearly that Rae could never have beaten her in a magic duel. Cocytus is Rae’s most powerful attack, and there isn’t much she can do to get stronger on her own.

Claire obviously cares about Rae, it’s just too bad she doesn’t make that clearer. Maybe then, Rae would have had the courage to do things properly.

And now Rae’s spirit has been crushed. This next part is not going to be fun.

ED is a little early this time. We have another four and half minutes of episode left.

It seems seeing Rae hurt has made a bit protective of her, and she’s not even hiding it. Unfortunately Rae is no longer in a state of mind to recognise or appreciate it.

Hey, Claire, remember that whole “love is blind” thing? Seriously, you’re the only person in the whole school who seems clueless about what’s going on.

“I am not some thing to be won!” says the girl who was just defending “Poesie Amour” a little while ago, you know, a story that is all about two men competing over a girl. Look, I get she is angry, and say she has every right to be. I’m just pointing out the hypocrisy.

Claire, I’d advise you against pushing her any further the state she is in… and you just threatened to fire her… and she called your bluff.

Well, as bad as this looks, the arc isn’t over yet. That said, those two idiots aren’t going to figure things out on their own.

#i’m in love with the villainess #i'm in love with the villainess

[singofsolace]

Thoughts on "Alberta's Fan"

So I like to put shows on while I eat dinner by myself to make me feel less alone and it wasn't until I had watched this episode for the second time that I was able to focus on all of the new information we get about Hetty?

like, the first time around, I was focusing on the A-plot (A for Alberta, how fitting!) and so it wasn't until I watched it again tonight that some of Hetty's lines really sunk in.

For example, when Thor, Alberta, Sam, and Hetty are going for their morning walk, Sam makes a comment about how Hetty walks slower than the rest of them, which results in this exchange:

Hetty: "Well, excuse me for dying in heels! Plus, I did not sleep. You know I suffer from nerves. At least when I was alive I could take laudanum."

Sam: "What's laudanum?"

Hetty: "It's a simple mixture of alcohol and morphine. You should try it, Samantha."

Sam: "Oh sure, I'll pick some up next time I'm at the alchemist."

Hetty: "Well, I didn't always require such elixirs. When I was a little girl, an angel-voiced servant would sing me to sleep. Some footman or butler."

....

We get so much from this one exchange!

1) Hetty most likely died unexpectedly, since she was still wearing uncomfortable heels and a corset when it happened. I've been racking my brain trying to think of what could have killed her that didn't leave a visible wound but still caught her by surprise enough that she didn't so much as take off her shoes? I have to assume it was some kind of unexpected medical event, and not a long, drawn out illness, or else she would've been in far more comfortable sick-clothes; was it a stroke or an aneurysm, perhaps? I think I've seen others speculate that it could've been a drug overdose, which tracks, but wouldn't she have died high, like Flower, if that were the case? Wouldn't she be a little less lucid, and wouldn't Thor, Sas, or Isaac have mentioned it when other drug-related deaths came up? And would the writers really want drugs and alcohol to be involved in four out of the eight main ghost deaths? It's a mystery, to be sure!

2) Hetty has trouble sleeping, and apparently all the ghosts are already aware that she has anxiety which contributes to her insomnia, because she says "you know I suffer from nerves" as if to imply there's no need to offer an explanation as to why she didn't sleep.

3) When she was alive, Hetty regularly self-medicated with a combination of alcohol and morphine to help her sleep. We already knew about her cocaine use prior to this exchange, but I think this is the first mention of her using them specifically to "treat" her anxiety and insomnia.

Then, in a later scene, when Thor and Hetty are having their heart to heart, Thor tells her that he thought she would remember him after she died, but instead she had "terror of Thor." So not only did she not remember him or his voice, she was scared of him when she first died. And, in fact, she still flinches when he yells, despite having 130 years to get used to it.

Side note--when Elias comes out of the vault, he says that he's spent 130 years talking to his corpse. Hetty also says at one point that she's been friends with Isaac for 130 years. Does that mean Elias and Hetty died around the same time? We know Elias died first, but does that mean Hetty only outlived her husband by less than a year...? And since she says her children weren't fully grown yet when she died, does that mean her kids were taken in by someone else? Her sister, maybe...? So much to think about!

Hetty also says to Thor, "You were there for me when no one else was. Thank you." Does that mean that Hetty's parents were absent and/or neglectful? Was she treated poorly as a child? Did she not have much of a relationship with her sister, even before their looks were being compared to decide who would be forced to marry Elias...? Why was "Gordon" the only person Hetty remembers who supported her? That's just heartbreaking, especially when you think about how she went from a lonely, neglected child to an even lonelier, neglected wife.

Anyway, I have so many thoughts on this episode, I just wanted to get them out! Let me know if you all have any thoughts, too.

#hetty woodstone #ghosts cbs #alberta's fan #thorfinn

[bugtransport]

i spent my time at the gym this morning just thinking about hayato and how much of his character i base off this one interaction he had with taki:

the context for this one of course being that this is the end of an episode and hayato's seeing the little kid that he helped get picked up by their dad and the two of them going off and hayato just randomly drops this line which prompts taki to shoot him the really concerned look shown and then the two of them just pack up and walk off joking like normal. it's one that struck me while watching as just... completely out of the norm for how these things typically go? hayato sometimes just says shit Sure... but you know how sometimes you'll want to make a joke about something in your life that's a little dark and people who don't necessarily know that this happened to you or that this is how you talk about these things will be like "?!" for a moment before they realize oh, this is coming from a personal place and this isn't an invitation to push the issue but is a thing they're comfortable joking with me about and knowing that i'm not going to make a big deal about it, and shrug it off and continue? that's the vibe i got from this scene.

because hongo's the first kamen rider everyone knows his story and there's no escaping that; hayato being the second means that he gets some form of shield from the eyes of both the public and from those around him and i feel like he's the kind of person who appreciates that. for the show specifically, it doesn't really go into how hayato was made other than the fact that hongo was the one who saved him, and he obviously feels some sort of appreciation and devotion towards the guy for doing so. even tachibana's pep talks for hayato (which i constantly joked about when they were happening) were geared more towards "hongo would get back up and keep fighting!" instead of "you should get back up and keep fighting to save people!" which i don't think means anything negative; taking a different path to get to the same goal is still getting to the same goal, after all. i just thought it was an interesting shift.

it's so many little things that build up over time. i like the coin scene where he jokes about the coin being double sided and it is, he's calling hongo on his shit before he pulls it but still goes with it. when he got blinded and hopped back on his bike like "i'm a cyborg, these enhanced senses have to be good for SOMETHING, right?" his little inferiority complex that comes through sometimes. how he always seems to make time to go visit the new boys and make sure they're doing okay. he really cares about the people around him. he comes off as a guy who wants to be happy and act silly and have that joy in his life.

and i don't mean to neglect him when i talk about kamen rider - i feel like i talk about him less than i talk about hongo in part because prying into him this way feels almost rude to do in public? the way he comes across feels like something that he's worked on. i don't think he really wants people to know his backstory. i think this is part of why he pairs so well with hongo, because despite the complex he has someone to take the pressure of being known in that way off of him and he can instead compensate for the skills that hongo lacks in the ways that he wants to appear good at, being fun and social. i respect his wishes for privacy at this time. i do however also think that he understands the importance of a good offhand loredrop dark joke to people he trusts and i am so glad that taki's the one that he picks there.

#posts i had to think about for a couple hours to be able to properly phrase but concepts that have been haunting me for months #SINCE LAST OCTOBER..... #taki is the most important character in kamen rider. #making spaghetti

[bookinit02]

HI HELLO GOOD EVENING

I'm dead tired bc I got barely any sleep last night + braindead because I've spent the past several hours binging through your Stranger Things Byler retelling and I'm a bit out of words, HOWEVER. It finally clicked in my head that you have a tumblr and I, also having a tumblr, can use said tumblr to throw my appreciation upon you in a more direct manner.

On that note... the retelling is AMAZING and I love it so very very much!!! (I've also been leaving a whole stream of comments on the fic itself, so a lot of my feelings have already been described in detail there XD). It makes me feel so very many emotions, both good AND bad, and for a fic to trigger THAT MUCH of an emotional reaction in me is really an achievement. It's so beautifully sad and tender and joyous and realistic, and all the more painful for it—and all the more beautiful IN that pain. I haven't actually been a big active part of the Stranger Things Fandom (TM) for several years, but I still often return to Byler fics, sort of like a comfort blanket in story form—and yours are some of the BEST (I think it was also you that wrote one of my favorite ever painting scene fix-its; I'll have to go back and re-read that as well!!)

I started reading season 4 last night (which is in part to blame for my lack of sleep) and finished up the rest of it today. I'm so extremely excited for season 5 and to see what you've done with it—I already started reading the script for episode one and it looks amazing (god, I bet that Mike having a panic attack/Vecna episode hurts WAY more in prose)!!! I can't decide between reading all the script first, then reading the fic; or reading the script episodes and then reading the according fic chapters; or just barreling on ahead in the fic and coming back to the script if it strikes my fancy later (which is, if I'm being honest, the most likely outcome). All will have to wait til tomorrow, however, as I have dinner and a warm bed to get to. All the love to you and your fic!!

(Love how I said "I'm so braindead I've run out of words" and then proceeded to give evidence to the EXACT OPPOSITE claim. I'm really a bit like Mike lmao, even if I'm struggling to actually describe my specific emotions or feelings about something, I can run my mouth about any old thing for ages XD)

hi hello good morning!!! i have been watching ur comments come in with so much joy and happiness—hopefully i get time to respond to all of them within the next few days! i hope that you have gotten so much rest and that you are all refreshed for the next day🫂💗

thank you so much for all your kind words, in this ask and otherwise! the rewrite is really a labor of love that has been sustaining me for over a year now, and it is always so impressive and awe-worthy to me when new people discover it and start from the very beginning. that is SO much to read!! several novels worth!

as for the script, read it in whatever order you would like! my recommended order was originally to read the script first, then the fic chapters—but i know that some people want to experience the plot twists and developments as they happen, so really any way you decide to read it is completely fine! the byler scenes are all the same (with a bit extra in the fic), it’s really just the other characters and plot lines that are expanded.

thank you for “running your mouth,” as you’ve called it—but i prefer to think that we’re just chatting🥳 i really love interacting with people through both comments and asks, so feel free to do both (and to talk as long as you’d like)! i am super grateful and honored that you’ve chosen to read my story, and i hope that you enjoy what i have so far of season 5!!💗🫂

#asks #this is so nice🥹 #thank youuuuuuuuu #rewrite

[egirlgarak]

@annahamiltonsstuff asked a while back if I could post about my little Franz playlist, so here we are! thanks for asking, I had fun streamlining and annotating :3c it’s all under the cut, but you can listen here :]

Burning of the Midnight Lamp - Jimi Hendrix

The morning is dead, and the day is too There's nothing left here to lead me but the velvet moon All my loneliness I have felt today It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, alone

Jimi song about being a lonely insomniac? yeah, sure. that's for franz.

Asleep in the Deep - Mastodon

The moment you walked in the room my friend The demons, they all went away Be careful they're only asleep for a while Pretending there's nothing to say. Throw salt in all the corners here Make sure you watch him leave

i think several people have come into franz’s life, stayed just long enough to shine their light on him, just long enough for him to wonder what his life could be. gave him just enough of their time for him to envision a man he could and would never be. and in the end, they leave. every time. some by choice (laura, carlo, mikesch- though i think franz was the one to leave mikesch that summer decades ago, too afraid of his own bisexuality), others not (Im Freien Fall, Am Endes des Flurs). so, yes, people come, they help put his fears to rest, and then they leave and franz is alone again with memories of these people he’s loved and the fear that he’s never been enough and he’ll always be alone.

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead - Gorillaz

When we go down For all the sacred selfless days Only left with heartache I want to see you again I love you But what are we going to do?

but the person who’s been by his side the whole time? the one he thought he could trust to the end? he doesn’t even have that. Der Tod ist unser ganzes Leben is such a delicious heartbreak of an episode with how distant Franz and Ivo are from each other. All Franz wants to do is protect Ivo because he trusts him. but then Ivo turns around and lies to his face and Franz, again, is left to wonder what the last twenty years have meant.

Veteran of the Psychic Wars - Blue Öyster Cult

You see me now, a veteran of a thousand psychic wars My energy's spent at last and my armor is destroyed I have used up all my weapons and I'm helpless and bereaved Wounds are all I'm made of

idk man, boy’s got trauma, what else is there to say.

Capsize - The Low Blow

Blood on my hands I'm a lonely man So afraid of the lovers I seek For I'm dancing in a burning field Of these love letters I'll never speak (…) Tears on my cheek don't make me weak Nor does loving the beautiful Cause I'm stronger than hell when I'm looking at you

ok, see. i think franz has hardened as he’s aged, but at his core I do think he’s quite gentle (specifically envisioning crying Franz in Blutiger Asphalt & Frau Bu Lacht) and, really, how else can he cope with the loss he’s experienced in his life than by protecting himself from everything else. so for all the pain and suffering franz has gone through, there is something genuinely beautiful about the love franz and ivo share, and i think a lot of franz’s strength comes from loving and being loved by ivo.

Love Hurts - Incubus

Love hurts But sometimes it's a good hurt And it feels like I'm alive Love sings When it transcends the bad things Have a heart and try me 'Cause without love, I won't survive

see again: the concept of being a broken man coming to terms with loving and being loved, even amidst your mental illnesses

Hurt - Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today To see if I still feel,  (…) Everyone I know Goes away in the end

would love to just copy paste the whole ass song in here. i won’t. but it’s a franz song. [see: die Wahrheit & also every other Franz and the No Good Very Bad day episode]

I Am All I Got - The Dead Brothers

I remember the day When I cried out for help No one came running And that′s when I first knew I am all I got!

two songs that wouldnt apply to franz if he would just either: a) go to therapy b) go to bed c) go let ivo spoon him (ideally all of the above, but i’ll settle for even just one. please franzl. we can’t keep doing this)

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look, but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown, the dream is gone I have become comfortably numb

We all already know that Franz’s massive daddy issues are the root of most of his woes and sorrows, right? His abusive father played a fundamental role in how he learned to navigate the world around him. i think this is less canon and more the effects of @weidli’s word weaving but the concept of franz, as a little boy, doing everything he can to be worthy of his father’s affection, only for the man to turn around with a scowl on his face and a belt in his hands? no child deserves that. no one would come out of that undamaged. then 40 years down the line this same man commits assisted suicide without saying goodbye (Außer Gefecht) and now Franz is left wondering if there was ever any love there.

But it’s okay! Franz has a coping mechanism. It’s called Depression.

#bas.txt #tatort münchen #putting this together just made me realize how much of a depressed bastard he is to me #girl (franz) go get help #not me tho. im fine and normal (delusional)

[thatgirl4815]

A Forest Fantasy 1: Mega Meta-- Catharsis & Progression (Ep6)

~ PART I ~ 

Still trying to get my thoughts together after that hell of an episode...and I mean that in the best way. They had to give me so much joy before ripping my heart out in those final minutes. We know Kinn is gonna make it out ok, but it hurt nonetheless.

As a collective audience, I think we needed this episode to focus solely on Kinn and Porsche. There’s been enough tension up to this point that a cathartic release was much obliged. I went into this post wanting to focus specifically on a few cathartic scenes, but it got way longer than I thought (no surprise there!) so I’m going to split it up into different parts by scene. 

I want to touch on this episode exclusively as it relates to forgiveness--both on an individual and external scale-and the overall progression of KP’s relationship because of it.

Hand Severance & Rocks (for lack of a better label...)

I’m going out of order here, but I have to talk about this scene first, as it was definitely my favorite of the entire episode (excluding the kiss at the end, but that’s a no brainer). I, for one, did not think we were going to get a second apology, but I’m so so glad we did. Kinn needed to call out the dubcon directly. I’m glad the writers made him bring it up instead of Porsche, as it effectively builds on the guilt we witnessed in the last episode. I also think that if Porsche had been the one to mention it, it would feel like more of an obligation than a desire, lessening the overall resonance of the apology. Last episode, we had a major discussion in the tag about whether or not K & P would address the violation directly after they spent the entirety of the episode tiptoeing around the subject. I think it goes without saying that Kinn knows, and has known since the morning after, that Porsche's (justified) anger has always been about the sex.

Discounting the actual apology itself, we receive several essential cues from Kinn. The soft “Porsche” to lead it all off immediately sets the tone. In an episode of levity, this is yet another moment of depth and gravity. Kinn knows he’s about to get into sensitive subject matter. I haven’t read the novel, but from what people say, I think the Kinn in this episode contrasts novel Kinn in many (positive) ways, and we see it reflected most here. He doesn’t shy away from looking at Porsche, no matter how much it must hurt, because he knows Porsche needs to hear it as much as Kinn needs to hear himself say it. This gets into the discussion of interpersonal and intrapersonal forgiveness that I outline in a few sections. 

*Setting

The pair are in close proximity with the handcuffs already (I’m tempted to create a whole different post about the symbolism of the handcuffs and their application in this episode), but the rock walls behind them only bring them closer. The lighting is gorgeous here, but there’s no denying that it’s an oppressive space; they are literally trapped down here between the rocks. That also means that there’s no more running from the elephant in the room, the cloud hanging over their relationship despite their bonding this episode. They’ve addressed it partially already in the campfire scene, but this is where it comes out directly.

It’s also interesting how Kinn is cast in the sunlight here. Not to get too deeply into light symbolism, but light often represents truth. The fact that the sun shines so prominently on Kinn could coincide with his dedication to truth here; he is not just talking about his violation of Porsche, but expressing regret for it. The sun lays his sins bare for Porsche--and Kinn himself--to see.

Finally, the left vs. right positioning might be of some significance. I don’t know a whole lot about cinematographic angling/character positioning, but the fact that Kinn on the left (the apologizer) is speaking to Porsche on the right (the forgiver) feels natural from a reading standpoint (unless, of course, you read in a language from right to left, but this is not true in Thailand). I actually read an article recently about how shots from right to left often indicate danger approaching, while shots from left to right indicate danger leaving/the return of peace. In that case, it makes sense that by apologizing, Kinn is “removing himself from the danger” by ridding himself of his burden. *I’m sure there is more significance to left vs. right positioning, so if anybody has thoughts on this, please do let me know!

It might be trivial, but I do think there is some significance to not only how they are sitting but where they are sitting. 

*Dialogue & Body Language

The dialogue itself is also interesting and very intricately placed. There are some specific lines I want to focus on: 

K: “It’s like I get to be myself once again.”

^I want to focus on this line because it sets the stage for the apology. It seems to be hinting at the fact that Kinn could not bring himself to apologize before because he had to abide by his mafia persona. But here, alone and in nature with the person he adores, he can rid himself to the evil he carries inside. He can apologize the way he’s been wanting to since the morning after. He’s cared about Porsche all this time, but only now can he bring himself to talk about it, after he’s had time to fully transition from his mafia self back to his true self.

K: “I’ve never crossed the line with any bodyguard before. I don’t know how I should place myself. I’ve done so many bad things to you. If I could turn back time, I would not do things like that to you.”

P: “I don’t know how I should place myself too. Because...no one has ever crossed that line with me before.

K: “Can you please forgive me?” 

^It would’ve been easy enough for Porsche to simply say “it’s okay” and have that be the end of it. But that would’ve been doing a disservice to all the trauma we watched build up in the previous episode. Porsche forgives Kinn, but that doesn’t mean that the entire event is forgotten. Still, the ability for Kinn to truly apologize and Porsche to truly forgive him is a sign of strength for their relationship down the road. 

The pair agree not to have any doubts between them anymore (but I think this is a bit of a translation issue, so I’m going to equate “doubts” to “animosity” or “issues”...basically, that they agree to start fresh). Porsche transitions back to his typical jokester state following this part of their conversation, but his body language is notable too. During Kinn’s apology, Porsche doesn’t make eye contact. The entire conversation makes him uncomfortable as he likely recalls all of the dark thoughts that plagued him last episode. For Kinn, going back to his mafia lifestyle represents a return to reality, while for Porsche, being reminded of his trauma brings him back to this reality. It was a necessary return, but it stung nonetheless. They both have to work through their emotions during this conversation, which brings me to...

*Inter-personal and Intra-personal Forgiveness

When thinking about forgiveness, it’s easiest to consider it interpersonally rather than intrapersonally; however, it is important in both of these contexts. Interpersonally, Kinn and Porsche reach a definite understanding: Kinn was wrong, and Porsche forgives him. This direct acknowledgment of the wrongdoing allows them to pave a new way forward in their relationship. But even more important is how the interpersonal intersects with the intrapersonal. You can forgive someone else for what they’ve done wrong--and you can mean it--but what about the person who committed the wrongdoing? Can they, and should they, forgive themselves?

For Porsche, Kinn’s apology allows him to think more deeply about how he sees himself and his worth, specifically with the line “I don’t know how I should place myself.” Porsche’s world was tilted on its axis after the drugging, and I believe this line represents the confusion he experienced--and many of us experienced--while watching Ep5. Many trauma victims report feeling a sense of depersonalization or disassociation, and I think that Porsche very well could have fallen out of touch with reality and himself in the few days following the drugging. He was desperate to return to a sense of normalcy (when he goes to Yok’s bar and later fails at a hookup) but was trapped in a nightmare. I believe that this entire grim experience has led Porsche to reconsider his sense of control over his life and, if we want to get specific, his body. There’s no intrapersonal forgiveness for Porsche specifically here because he has nothing to forgive himself for, but that doesn’t mean there’s not an inner battle going on.

For Kinn, there is certainly an intrapersonal battle going on. I think that Kinn desperately wants to forgive himself for what he did to Porsche, and the only way to do that is to open up and sincerely apologize--something he cannot do under his careful mafia facade. The forest is his chance to do so, and he takes it. Nobody can overlook the little sigh he gives at the end of this difficult conversation. All of his pent up anger last episode seems connected to this moment, where he finally finds release. The guilt shines in his eyes, and while he will still carry this guilt despite Porsche’s forgiveness, it certainly takes a weight off of his shoulders. This is yet another way we know Kinn truly cares for Porsche: there is no angle in his apology. Here, in the open, there’s nothing for him to gain by saying he’s sorry. They are exposed to the elements in the same way their emotions are exposed. There are no masks to hide behind, no power imbalances to consider. Here, they are equal. 

It’s interesting because we see Kinn contend with his guilt throughout the episode, most notably when he pulls away from Porsche’s kiss in the water. It reminded me a lot of the ending of Ep4, as we see him wanting to give in but actively resisting. Despite the fact that Porsche is receptive to this kiss (and sober, for once), Kinn still pulls back. I’m tempted to say that some of his father’s influence hangs over him here, but given how carefree he’s been up to this point, I don’t think that’s the primary motivating factor. I could talk a lot more specifically about the water kiss, but I’ll leave that for another time. ***For a more direct discussion of their water kiss from this episode, see this post. 

*Rock, Paper, Scissors

Following the apology, we move to the Rock, Paper, Scissors moment. What interests me most about this is that Kinn displays his care for Porsche through his apology, and immediately after, Porsche displays his care for Kinn through his sacrifice. 

Understandably, much of Kinn’s character centers around the idea of trust. We saw it in promo for the show, and we’ve seen it a lot already at various points. Unsurprisingly, then, loyalty is one of the traits Kinn finds most desirable. So the fact that Porsche was literally willing to have his hand chopped off? With that little knife? It speaks volumes. 

For that to be met with this reaction:

You can see him processing it. What makes this moment so groundbreaking, besides the obvious (I mean, this man literally just volunteered to have his hand cut off) is its relationship to Kinn’s apology. Porsche admitted that he already forgave Kinn a long time ago. But this is the action that proves it. Saying that he forgives Kinn is one thing, but sacrificing a limb for him is something else entirely. We know Kinn wants Porsche to like him back--genuinely, for the person he is behind the mask--but this is, in my opinion, the first sign that Porsche returns Kinn’s feelings. Kinn’s stunned frown afterwards proves it: this is more than he could’ve hoped for. Not only has Porsche forgiven him, but he has devoted himself to him. **I think this is also the moment that Kinn decides he has to let Porsche go. He was probably considering it throughout the episode, but I would argue that this is the moment he commits. 

Porsche’s sacrifice here reminds me of what Papa Korn told Kinn back in Ep1--that is, Porsche’s loyalty can’t be bought with just money. Porsche intentionally fails at everything in Ep2 to prove this...but the game has changed now. I have a hard time believing Kinn’s other bodyguards (with the exception of maybe Big, whose love for Kinn is ultimately unrequited) would offer up a limb to save their boss. They want good pay, sure, but losing a hand? For their employer? Not worth it. 

This is why Porsche is going to be Kinn’s best bodyguard. It isn’t about the money anymore. Their bond is worth more to Porsche than whatever pay Kinn is willing to give him. This shows itself in the last scene of the episode, where Porsche throws himself into the action (like the badass bitch he is). 

And so, we end the scene with the sad truth of it all: as much as it hurts, they must return to reality. But at least they do it with a greater understanding of each other. 

From this entire conversation, I derive a few main points (not all groundbreaking, but important nonetheless):  

Both Kinn and Porsche have reached new conclusions about what they mean to each other, for Porsche most of all. His confused feelings in Ep5 have been defined precisely here, and they both recognize it. 

Porsche is aware of the external pressures weighing on Kinn. I think this will lead him to view Kinn’s potential coldness/oppressiveness in a different light later.

There’s no going back anymore. Kinn and Porsche are committed to each other/have sacrificed too much now to simply walk away.

So...

Did we reach a catharsis this episode? Yes...but I suspect we’ll be needing another one soon.

Ok, so I’m a mess. This is basically word vomit of my thoughts. I’ll try to put the links to the other parts of this mega meta on this post once they’re up.

*Link to Part 2 can be found here

Have a great day everybody and let me know your thoughts! 

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[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Dancing in the Dark

Written By: Bruce Springsteen

Artist: Bruce Springsteen

Released: 1984

The first single off of Springsteen’s seminal album Born In The U.S.A., this track was written two years after most of the other songs on the album. Producer Jon Landau thought the new album lacked a guaranteed hit and pushed Springsteen to draft one more song. The two men got into a brief altercation, after which Bruce wrote “Dancing in the Dark” about his ‘difficulty writing a hit single and his frustration trying to write songs that will please people’. Its music video contains an early appearance by actress Courtney Cox. It also helped introduce Springsteen to a younger audience, setting the stage for a seven-single run of top 10 hits from the album. “Dancing In The Dark” became Springsteen’s highest charting single the Boss has ever had, spending four weeks in the #2 position of the Billboard Hot 100 in the summer of 1984, held from the top spot by Duran Duran “The Reflex” and Prince “When Doves Cry”. It also spent six weeks at #1 on the Mainstream Rock chart. This single is also Springsteen’s only to be certified platinum.

[Verse 1] I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby I could use just a little help [Chorus] You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark [Verse 2] Messages keep getting clearer Radio's on, and I'm moving 'round my place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere Baby, I just know that there is [Chorus] You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark [Bridge] You sit around getting older There's a joke here somewhere, and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders Come on, baby, the laugh's on me [Verse 3] Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up all right They say, "You gotta stay hungry" Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting around here trying to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, give me just one look [Chorus] You can't start a fire Sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire Worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark [Outro] Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey, baby [Outro Saxophone Solo]

Monster

Written By: Half Shy

Artist: Olivia Olson & Half Shy for Adventure Time (alternate version by King Princess)

Released: 2020

Cover included: King Princess, 2020

“Monster” is a song from the second episode of Adventure Time: Distant Lands, “Obsidian”. This love song was composed by Marceline while living with Bubblegum and sung to her while they were stuck in a cave in the Glass Kingdom.

[Verse] I know we'll never grow old together 'Cause you'll never grow old to me You're the pink in my cheeks And I'm scared 'cause that means I'm a little bit soft [Pre-Chorus] But don't beat yourself up, Bonnie It wasn't just the sun that I was hiding from We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live And I'm still scared that I'm not good enough [Chorus] I've always felt like a monster Long before I was bit But only seen as a monster Let's just say I'm used to it And I grew tough 'cause love, it only hurt me back But loving you's a good problеm to have And I'm used to that, but I could get usеd to this Yeah, I'm used to that, but I could get used to this [Outro] And I know we'll never grow old together 'Cause you'll never grow old to me You're the pink in my cheeks And I love that it means I'm a little bit soft You're the pink in my cheeks And I love that it means I'm a little bit soft

#bruce springsteen #dancing in the dark #adventure time #monster #olivia olson #half shy #king princess #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round1

[codelyokooutofcontext]

Congrats on the milestone! 🎉 You definitely deserve more followers, this blog is such a gem!

Here's a question: what's the episode you remember most? It doesn't have to be your favorite, just the one you recall that has stuck with you over the years. (Or if you didn't see the show during it's original run, then just your fave.)

The one that really got to me was Amnesia. Losing all your memories is the most horrifying thing to me, and the fact that these kids had to face that threat is downright traumatic. I know there are worse things that have happened to them, but honestly I don't know how Ulrich--or anyone--could just bounce back from remembering that they forgot everything about themselves. Painfully.

I still love this show but if it isn't the most messed up thing the more you think about it...

Thank you so much! And that's an interesting question! There's a number of episodes that have stuck with me over the years for one reason or another, but perhaps the biggest one is New Order, and it relates to how I discovered the show.

I'd been familiar with the show as a kid (around 4ish) courtesy of my oldest brother who was the one originally into it. I must've been familiar enough with the concept of the show because I do recall trying to play Code Lyoko during recess in kindergarten but no one else knew what it was so I was just a very lonely Aelita on the playground. Ialso weirdly vividly remember the pink pixels of the S1 intro too. But I don't recall actually watching any specific episodes until I was 7. I was watching cartoon network one morning and they happened to play a rerun of a Code Lyoko episode.

And that episode was New Order.

And I absolutely fell in love with the show. That was the catalyst into my hunt for the all the episodes, And this was back in 2007, so way before all the youtube uploads. Best you could find back then was maybe some episode split across three parts (because of the time limit back then, yes I'm that much of a yt dinosaur lmao). I spent so much time looking around on sketchy websites digging for the whole show as a kid.

There are some others burned into my memory too: Marabounta and Rock Bottom were weirdly always available on cartoon network's website, so I watched them a lot. But New Order will always hold a special place in my heart for being the episode that led me into my obsession with this show

#code lyoko #not a clip #not out of context #yo​shi speaks #asked and answered

[thenightlymirror]

I am in the middle of a manic episode, so left work early. Took it easy, and went to bed at 5:30pm

Last week, Thursday, I woke up in the middle of the night realizing that a monument was installed in the wrong place. 1.5 feet too far to the right. I watched the granite company install this monument in the snow, and even then, I had no idea. I simply could not see what I was seeing. I got out of bed, showered, and drove to the cemetery early in the morning fog. There was a car already there, strangely enough. They left as I pulled up.

See, the counselor knew. That wasn’t the person there. I still have no idea who that was. But they sent me an email right before the blizzard, and it has been under snow and ice this whole time. When I went out there to install, I thought, no this is perfect.

Grounds has done nothing for me since before Christmas. Neither have my engravers (since Thanksgiving). All week, I have been waiting for one dry day to get things done.

That day was today.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Title Fight.

One of the counselors went on vacation, and right before, she handed me a file and said a family wanted a bench and had no idea what they wanted it to look like. They just had some stock photo of a sunset they wanted to use.

I asked her to give me just one sheet, one sheet with the names and everything, and she spasmed and shouted that she couldn’t! She just couldn’t right now. Jesus.

I wasn’t going to touch it at all, but it occurred to me that it might be pretty cool to have designed a bench right in the middle of the cremation garden. So, after getting home on Friday night, I sat around doing nothing for a few hours, and then drove back to the cemetery at night to take photos of the existing bench.

Anything could happen.

I came home and taught myself how to use Inkscape, a kind of free Illustrator. That took a minute. This was after I spent a night using GIMP to construct pasted together ideas. I honestly was so pumped up by my delusions of grandeur that I forgot I was cobbling together clip art from what looked like the world’s worst lower back tattoo.

So, I didn’t sleep for a few days.

Everyone else gets days off, but not me. For the last few months. Harper is always off. My bosses were out for the whole holiday black-out period, which made it seem like it was blacked out specifically so they could vacation.

When I try to fall asleep, I just have Title Fight’s “27” blasting in my head at what feels like an astonishing volume. That, or Cursive, or Joyce Manor, or Braid. I should have known I was going into a manic episode when I stopped compulsively listening to Elliott Smith. I always tell myself, don’t listen to Elliott Smith, you’re gonna trigger yourself. Well, it usually takes a week or two.

It wasn’t so bad. Sure, life is unbearable, but it could be sharply wounding, and it isn’t quite that.

I missed dinner with my friends tonight, which is fine. Last week, I was backing out of my friend’s driveway and sailed on the ice directly into her car. They’ve been a little frosty since. Though, that’s usually the case.

I watched Frank Capra’s You Can’t Take It with You, last week. It’s such a perfect little anarchist film. Like It’s A Wonderful Life, but a little further down the road. Harper mentioned she played Alice in a high school play once. I expressed familiarity, and she looked at me differently for the rest of the week, like I had actually seen her. It was nice. Alice in the movie does some incredible things, like getting introduced on screen picking up a telephone receiver with her mouth. She’s always moaning, “Tony!”

Is it morning yet?