#i thought this looked artsy fartsy

[ronearoundblindly]

Zones and Photography for Fools Rush In! Steve. Preferably pre-nomad 😆

I read every update of yours as soon as I get the notification. Keep up the good work. You are amazing <333333

From this dirty ask game but okay, wait, I hope I'm understanding this correctly.

Fools Rush In!Steve is post-canon--he's a version of Steve that came back after replacing the Stones from Endgame,--so technically, he already went through his actual Nomad years. I'm gonna have to assume you me pre-Dignity of His Choice (since that's when he kinda looks like Nomad or Ari Levinson whoops again) which is fine because after all of Dignity's angst, I'm sure people are afraid of where that leaves us--terrible of me to leave y'all hanging so long, sorry. OH CRAP! Welp. This is gonna have some spoilers sorta kinda for the honeymoon fic in the works...Yes, Ro, but when will we ever get that f***ing thing???

So. Right. Here we go! Sorry, but MINORS DNI for these still.

woahhhhh omg he glows so pretty 🫠🤤

Z - Zones

Oh boy, oh boy!

Is it hot in here??? Just me? Sure. That checks out.

Steve has diminished sensitivity after the serum. It makes him stronger to feel less pain, but it's slightly more difficult in nearly ever other aspect of life. He feeds his tactile experience with the acuity of his enhanced senses. Ever heard the expression 'eating with your eyes?' Like that.

The sight of you, the smell of you, what you sound like, how you taste, these are all things he can absorb to fill in the gaps of his touch.

Now, the caveat? He's not a fucking idiot. He can tell if you are kissing, biting, scratching, or gripping him. He knows these are things you do for your enjoyment as well, so that fuels his entertainment during sex. After a whole lot of wallowing over how disconnected he felt without sensitivity, he understands this actually brings you two closer together because pleasure and intimacy is truly a shared experience.

Uh. Also. His neck. No judgment but he can hear and smell you very well if you pay attention to his neck. That's pretty great. He likes that.

P - Photography

Honestly, I just want to burst out laughing even imagining Steve taking a dick pic much less sending it 🤣 If he did do something like that, it would be an accident, and that boi would rush into some lab and insist there was a super secret mission to completely delete the contents of your phone before you opened it. I feel like he'd be lucky if he didn't just smash the phone itself out of panic. Seriously, I'M IN TEARS. Just no, hard no on the sending nudes.

I also think he'd be super worried about privacy if you sent them. The idea is sound, and it's not like he wouldn't enjoy them. Steve doesn't trust technology that much though, so not digital. Analog. Old school is the way to go. Which bring us to this cheeky bastard on his honeymoon with Keeps.

Enjoy this excerpt I've sat on for a year!

“What’s that?” “Your wedding present,” Steve beams. He fakes a frown at your following ‘we weren’t doing presents’ look. “Not big ones. They’re just for fun.” He picks up another Canon film camera, a hefty black and silver thing from his hard-sided suitcase, and hands it to you. “Thought they’d be nice for the trip.” You weigh it in your hands and eye the Polaroid then switch with Steve. “That’s more of an artsy-fartsy Sketch thing,” you say, stepping around him with your new toy, rushing to grab toasty sweatpants from your own bag. As you bend over to pull out the garment though, you hear a mechanical click and whip around. Steve still faces away from you, but his head is slightly turned and he softly whistles, so of course, you lift your camera and snap a picture of his ass, too. He wrinkles his nose, looking over his shoulder with an unhidden smile. You shake out the photo card provocatively while he suits up for the fireside in a sweater and jeans. He glances at the developed shot and, seeming satisfied, plants one more kiss on your forehead. He hums as he holds up his picture of you entering the tent, thumb tracing the line of your hip exposed like it was on the glossy magazine pages after your bear debacle. “Yes, out there distracting all the wild animals,” you joke. “It’s working,” he mutters. “Hungry, Misses Rogers?”

Also, lest we forget, Steve has an incredible memory. He does not need footage to remember exactly what it looks like when his cock is slowly dragging in and out of you, or how your ass jiggles as he ::cough:: enthusiastically fucks makes love to you ::cough::

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

SKETCH, MY BELOVED...

#ro answers #dirty asks #ask game #fools rush in series #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america imagine

[jamiewinchester3987]

Chariot Outfits!!!

When I was reading the Hunger games for the first time the chapter of the chariot parade really shook my brain up. I spent months designing what I thought every competitors outfit would look like. When the movies came out lets just say I was disappointed. Don't get me wrong all the movies were great but the costumes really killed me. So in a fit of mania I made a powerpoint with what I think they COULD OF DONE!!!

Note: This is for entertainment and not to distract from the important topics discussed in the Hunger Games series. I'm just an artsy fartsy fashion geek who wanted to do better than the movies. Ps. Ps. I do not own any of the pieces below. If you know the original artist please let me know and I will add them to this post.

#68th hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #mockingjay #team peeta #the hunger games peeta #Chariot Outfits #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #president snow #74th hunger games #fashion #finnick odair #district 12 #district 8 #district 4 #hungergames #The Hunger Games #thg series #thg #the hunger games rp #the hunger games katniss #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games trilogy

[returnofnonya]

I didn’t get all this artsy fartsy stuff. I just knew that nowadays all the cute young guys went to cafes because they felt safer being gay there. So, I went to one and looked around at the place. Thankfully a lot of the guys coming here had a Daddy issue or two, and despite being 40 I got them going. I was chatting one of them up when a performance started. Some 30 something year old who probably barely had a place came onstage and started to sing a song about the gay experience. It was like he was a huge cock block! All the guys turned to watch him the second he figured out he was gay, and I swore I noticed some briefs and jockstraps falling out of some twinks’ pants. I hated being upstaged like this.

I stood, walking into the bathroom and pulling out one of the Transfer Necklaces I bought while on a trip to a foreign country. Apparently, if you imbued them with your essence and someone wore them, you’d be able to transfer yourself into their body. I wanted this guy to be ruined and humiliated. I pulled my cock out, jerking right into the vial and cumming into it. The stained glass that made the vial obscured the fact that it was holding cum. I washed it off and then approached him as he was waiting for tips.

“Your song moved me so much. I went through so many struggles to be where I am now as a gay man. I know it’s not much, but please accept this necklace.” He beamed at me, talking about how he was so touched and he’d put it on the second he got home. Went on about how sentiment is better than any material object. It took everything I had not to punch him square in the face.

With that I went home, waiting for the necklace to activate. About 2 hours later the time came, I felt my spirit being pulled from my body, but something felt off. Rather than waking up in a new body I was in some cheesy zen garden looking area where I saw him, looking annoyed. “What? You thought some boomer could take a spiritual necklace and use it on a guru?” He asked, making me seethe with anger. “I’m strong spiritually, you can’t just take over my body without a fi-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as I walked up behind him, both of our souls naked. “Seems like you need some more of my essence you weird hippie!” I quickly pinned him down, thrusting myself into him. “Fuck! You’re tight! I was going to pound some ass with your body, but now I think I should take advantage of this tight hole of yours!” He struggled and squirmed underneath me until finally I shot a…spirit load? Into his hole. He gasped, eyes rolling back as his soul was overwhelmed by my essence.

Suddenly I found myself in the real world, looking down and seeing the necklace around my neck. I just laughed. “Punk little bitch thought he was stronger than me…” the necklace flashed yellow, the hippie’s essence now imbued in my cum while I piloted his body.

“Now then…let’s get started.” I stripped naked, flinging the necklace aside since it wasn’t necessary anymore. I grabbed his yoga mat and posed myself, making a stupid face and taking a picture.

I uploaded it to his Instagram with the caption “I’ve recently learned of the spiritual power of cum. Any kind souls out there want to help me align my chakras while they dis-align my back? ☺️” and grinned, waiting for the replies to roll in. “You’re going to be a joke to your spiritual friends soon enough!”

#male possession #older to younger #male body possession

[essaysbyciara]

You Ain't Her | Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader

Warnings: language, brief mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts), conversations about sexual consent (i cannot stress this enough: we all about consent over here. no means no at any time). Whew. So this one put me in a body bag but from a real place. A little artsy-fartsy. Would love your thoughts and feedback if moved to do so. Peace and love.

You and Erik dated. It was brief. A walk in the park here, a dinner and a movie there. The latter had you end up back at Erik’s place. A gorgeous Sunday afternoon, rays of light beaming through his living room. You were celibate, he wasn’t. His hand found the depths of your love as you both stood mere inches apart in the kitchen. He just kissed you and your body sank into his like an anchor in the ocean. You smiled and tried to disengage, his stare priming to snatch your mind, body and soul. His right hand traversed down your body, around your thighs, and under your skirt. Your knees damn near inverted from the impact of his touch. 

He watched all chastity leave your body. He’d been thinking about this moment from the time you two met. So had you but after moments of your past made you uncomfortable with being in the private presence of a man, you convinced yourself to wait until a public declaration of love to give up your goods. In the kitchen with your back against the counter, with the sounds of a sweet death echoing off of the cabinets, you forgot. So did he. But your face after it happened said it all. He apologized but it wasn’t enough. You went home and sent a text. “I’m not ready.” You hadn’t been on a date since. 

“I know it’s a Wednesday when I see you two here!” The waitress, a grandeur Black woman with coiffed gray coils and electric red acrylic nails, grabs the notepad from her apron to take you and Erik’s order. 

“Turkey burger and fries for me.”

“Sounds good, love. And what about your date? Baby girl, what you want?” 

You weren’t his date. You were his friend. Long story there but not really. Distance grew between you both. A pandemic, life, struggles and setbacks. A lonely night led you to his Instagram page. A pleasant ache coaxed you into his stories. Still fine as ever. Body on extreme point. It almost isn’t real the way his skin lacquers his frame. A special kind of brown only reserved for supreme deities. You wanted to grab his beard in blissful distress. You whispered the Messiah’s name as you watched him drive around to "Sho Nuff" Reminded you of when he picked you from work that one time. You looked over to the driver’s seat and felt so safe. 

“May I have the chicken cobb salad with extra cranberries, please?” You don’t want to correct her assumption that this was a date. Because it wasn’t. 

He saw that you were creeping around his stories and proceeded to peek into yours. You post short clips of the songs that move your heart and vintage images of Black women who inspire you to be your best self. You did post one selfie though. You just got your hair done; your hairstylist laced you with the best version of Janet Jackson’s hair circa 1995. The curls of your weave cascaded the hell out of your face. It was perfect. Erik fell back in fascination with you. Liked your story to acknowledge that he peeped you too. You followed him, he followed back. 

“Work is beating my ass, man. I’m ready to quit,” Erik says, punctuating his thoughts with a sip of his pink lemonade. “I’ve been looking at jobs in Philly. I’m ready to move.”

“Philly? How does your girl feel about that?”

That’s the plot twist to this story. Erik posted this bomb plate of chicken, dressing, yams and collards in his stories. You replied to ask him where on Earth did he find that type of food in you all’s boring-ass city. The place wasn’t far from you and where he gets his haircut every Wednesday. What you doing next Wednesday? Racked with nerves and guilt, you agreed to meet. You didn’t want to rekindle anything with anybody, especially him. You weren’t dating, your celibacy turning into abstaining, so you didn’t want to lead Erik on by going to dinner. But he’s a friend. There’s nothing wrong with grabbing dinner with a friend. 

At dinner, Erik asked you how dating had been. You told him that you haven’t. You asked him the same. Oh, I’ve been in a relationship for almost a year and a half. You felt relief then a tinge of jealousy. Damn the woman that gets to sit on that every night. Damn your faith and your obedience keeping you from doing just that with someone else. Damn those men who violated your trust and consent, turning you into a shell of your former self. They don’t tell you that one of the side effects is a fear that every man is out to encroach your territory with no thoughts about how you would feel to be invaded. 

“I ain’t tell her about that yet. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy.”

“If I were you, I’d tell her.”

She doesn’t know about you or this dinner thing.  You asked Erik about it and he told you so. At this point, it’s been months. Eight times. You kept count.

“What do you think about Philly? I know you went to college there.”

“I love it. Tough-ass city but I love it. You’ll find a job in your industry there for sure…” 

“Figured that. Maybe I can get shorty to move there with me.”

That’s the thing. You can tell that he loves her. You creeped on her IG page and could tell without a doubt that she’s obsessed with him. There’s a great-looking couple, you know that for sure. That night when you found her IG killed your confidence. You felt like she was prettier than you, extremely put-together. Dressed to crush necks. Perfect smile and knows how to match her foundation with her skin tone. Ain’t a baby hair in revolt. You wondered what he saw in you that made him want to take you out and be seen with you. What made him touch your lips with his own and then proceed to play house in his kitchen. Why did he talk you through your peak and whisper into your ear to not hold back your cries as you touched the mountaintop. 

You ain’t her. But she ain’t here right now. So why do you care? 

#erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens x reader #erik kilmonger x reader

[ruckusresourcebin]

LAYERS OF FEAR 2 SENTENCE STARTERS. starters from Bloober's game Layers of Fear 2, a psychological horror thriller game about an actor heeding the call of an enigmatic director. Some lines have been changed for the sake of easier interactions.

cw: verbal abuse, mentions of animal cruelty, implications of child abuse, themes of identity loss, self - deprecating thoughts, implications of suicide ideation

" stay awake. you will play your part. you will stay awake. "

" sleep is a poor excuse. and so are you. "

" all preparations have been made. your toys await you upstairs. "

" time waits for no one, actor. do not waste ours. act. "

" so long i have struggled to finish what was started. i had nearly lost hope. and yet, here we are. "

" remember what we talked about. focus on what you do best. "

" build the character. trust me, it'll be worth it. "

" the room has been set up as per your request. "

" one, in his time, plays the parts of many men. "

" you observe the others, while the others watch you. "

" you're expected to behave properly, wandering through worlds that aren't really there. you put on masks and adjusts accordingly. "

" each mask is a character. each character -- a layer. layers upon layers, calling out to you. "

" you must build the character you were meant to portray, or lose yourself completely. "

" you stand, on a stage where every man must play a part. and yours . . . is a sad one. "

" as per the director's request, this section of the ship has been closed off to all passengers and crew. "

" did you sleep well? "

" look, once you get there, just do what you have to do. get to the set, and build this character for him. "

" i know how many times you've told me you hate the sea. and i'm telling you, this gig is just too good to pass up. "

" did you check the lower decks this time? i swear to God, if we find stowaways again this time, you'll never set foot on this ship again. "

" never met him in person, but a few people have. that's why you hear all these rumors . . . about him being broken, disfigured . . . all that nonsense. "

" acting, if done well, is a scary business. it takes immense courage, to lose consciousness of your own self and not just reenact, but become the character you are portraying. few can muster that courage. "

" it was as if the person onstage dissolved before my very eyes, letting the character burst into existence. "

" just think of me as an admirer of your talent. "

" your performances . . . they speak to me like no other have. "

" to say that you are my favorite actor would be a gross understatement. "

" guy's got a bit of a . . . reputation. "

" supposed to be some new method for building the character. bunch of artsy-fartsy bullshit if you ask me. "

" just, go with it. guy doesn't take no for an answer. "

" so, what if the guy is a little nuts? he's a director, it comes with the job! "

" what's he gonna do? kill ya? "

" i think it's all an act. "

" the world's a stage, but the play is badly cast. "

" there is always a way, a light in the darkness . . . "

" do you remember? "

" before the world told you who you should be, do you remember who you were? "

" come. i will make you remember. "

" so many have tried to be a part of my greatest work, as if there was ever a choice. "

" only one can bring this character to life. only one is broken enough to build it. "

" i believe in you. "

" we have to get out of this godforsaken prison, before we rot! "

" are we really going? [name], i'm . . . "

" i'm back, me hearty! scouted out the whole area! "

" looks like there's a trail we can follow . . . left by fellow pirates no doubt! to lead us to safe harbor! "

" there she is, me hearty! the fastest vessel to ever sail the seven seas, ready to take us to the land of the Flame . . . "

" i don't see any sails . . . "

" shh! we must make our way aboard, quietly . . . "

" [name], i want to go home. "

" be your heart soaked in doubt, or a fire burning within? "

" we always come with a burden. "

" voices, faces, figures from the past . . . wrapped in an heavy, old bag. the first thing to do is to get rid of it. "

" a little spark is all it takes to set the human soul on fire. "

" an act of creation always begins with an act of destruction. "

" one life ends, another begins. one life ends. "

" a life for a life. one must be taken. the right one. "

" do not doubt. act. "

" no, you look but do not see. shoot her. "

" take. the. shot. "

" a story as old as time. who are we to rewrite it? who are we to deny it? "

" we must look deeper. we must do better. we must. "

" this chart will lead us away from peril and into safe harbor! "

" it takes courage to stand up to someone stronger than you. "

" i was never brave enough, but she was. "

" only one of us knows what must be done. only one of us knows what is at stake. the other . . . doesn't need to know, doesn't need to understand. only to listen, and act. "

" [name], i think there's something in the dark . . . "

" sod it, if the chief wants it checked so bad, he can bloody well do it himself! "

" [name], i'm scared. "

" you should be scared! you know what happens if they find us! they'll send us back! "

" heard you got off to a rough start. i know you have your idea of who this character should be. it's your right. you're the star of the show. "

" just remember, the director might be an odd duck, but at the end of the day, you're on the same team. "

" inside every actor is the one part they were born to play, the one character they were meant to build. "

" chip away the bloody marble, give form to the formless, until all that remains . . . is the truth. "

" how far can you go? how deep can you descend? "

" the thing you seek is still there. buried, hidden away. locked in a vault, a prison of yourself. "

" you try, and fail, to understand. "

" a hungry animal does not think. it knows. it needs. it acts. "

" where reason dare not go, instinct prevails. "

" you must leave the stillness of the mind, and brave the storm of teeth and claws. only then, can you find the key and claim your prize. "

" yeah, uh . . . could we take this again? there's something wrong with the picture. i think you must've moved. "

" you just don't look quite yourself . . . "

" excuse me, i'm such a big fan! could you please sign my -- oh, i'm sorry. i must've mistook you for someone else. "

" when chasing dreams, we often find ourselves in a nightmare. "

" that'll do for now. it's time to eat. "

" but, [name], the food . . . it's gone! "

" tragedy strikes at the heart, despair consumes the soul . . . a life crumbles. "

" what's done is done. no use crying. "

" we need to venture forth and find fresh supplies. "

" here, take this. it'll help you find your strength. "

" one suffers for another. another takes their place. the machine goes on. "

" time marches on. death turns to decay. "

" no man is an island, but one can become a vessel, to carry within it the flame of another. "

" it warms the heart, it feeds the soul. it makes the world so bright. "

" a stolen flame burns strong, burns quick. a stolen flame . . . burns out. "

" we must not forget great art carries a heavy cost. to lose oneself in a role sometimes leads to losing oneself, period. "

" looks like the rats got to it before us. "

" shh, we're not alone here . . . "

" ugh . . . it stinks! but . . . it looks like someone took a bite. "

" come, let's not wait for it to come back. "

" something's got the animals all spooked. might be they sense the storm coming? "

" look! there's something there! over there! can't you see it? "

" no, this isn't what i saw. you have to believe me! "

" we're out on the edge of the world, [name]. nothing is as it seems. "

" this one's empty too. we need to keep looking. "

" [name] . . . i mean, captain. there's something out there, in the dark. "

" hush now, and stay behind me. i won't let anything happen to you. "

" such an opportunity, such responsibility, to unleash what has been trapped for so long. "

" i can hear it howling, rattling its cage, dying to get out. "

" leave it, we're not that desperate yet. [name]! i said, leave it! "

" a heavy cost must be paid, when one destroys the balance. a heavy cost . . . "

" not all lives are created equal. the life of one can outweigh the lives of many. "

" when everything is at stake, when lives hang in the balance, reason becomes weakness. "

" trust your instinct. tip the scales. "

" reason poisons your mind, makes you weak. "

" do not give in. do not let go. "

" the life that was meant to be, that life that never found its flame . . . weak, weightless. worthless. "

" some things should be left behind. some things. "

" you didn't take it. you'll starve. "

" you let go. you'll regret it. "

" you gave up. you'll never make it. "

" i once saw this boy drown a baby rat in the gutter. i didn't let his head up until he promised to never do it again. there is always somebody stronger than you. "

" it's no good. we'll never find any food! and it's all my fault! "

" [name], look at me! look at me! i will see us through this! don't you ever doubt me! "

" i know you have your orders and i mean no disrespect. i'm just saying, the chief is being unreasonable. he'd let all that food rot in the hold as long as it's accounted for. "

" they're decent, God fearing folks. not one thief among them. but when people hear their bellies, rumbling, it's easy to put them over the edge. "

" maybe there's some food here . . . "

" did you hear that?! this way! "

" it's like . . . i was never there. "

" remember our treasure? it's not far. this way! "

" watch out, something's coming! you need to keep moving! "

" what happened? i heard the director's furious. ready to call the whole thing off. "

" it seems you two have a completely different vision of who the lead character should be. "

" i hope you know what you're doing. "

" a house is built of walls and beams. a home is built of fears and dreams... "

" what's past is prologue. what seeps into the earth becomes fodder, a fuel for the flame, the lifeblood for the roots of existence . . . "

" roots . . . you must cut them away. only then, can you be truly free. "

" but . . . how does it do that? a sea couldn't fit in there! "

" it's the spirit of the sea. it captures its strength, its calm, its freedom. so it can live on, forever. "

" i'll be sending over a new reel tomorrow. pirate film. give this one a good spin. "

" more screenings means more arses in the seats, and more reason for me to keep paying you. "

" come, faithful servant, for tonight we brew a ghoulish concoction : the world's strangest stew! "

" he eats a lot. a WHOLE lot. "

" this one time, he almost shot himself out of a cannon! "

" seasoned by sadness, burnt from within, ravaged by madness, rotten with sin . . . "

" hollowed by longing, hardened by loss . . . once slick and polished, has now lost all its gloss. "

" torn up by conflict, ravaged by war, flawed on the surface, warped to its core . . . "

" look at it bubble, look at it shake . . . "

" the beast! it's awake! "

" look, [name]! father's screening the Black Wanderer! "

" movie's almost over. time to go. "

" i've been getting complaints about noises up in the balcony. people are scared the damned thing is gonna fall on their bloody heads. "

" i told you to keep it off limits! "

" careful! don't step into the light, or he'll see you. "

" don't you hide from me! "

" i know you've been sneaking into the theater again! what did i tell you about going in there while i'm working?! "

" she likes boys a lot. and girls too! "

" she's very friendly. maybe a bit too much . . . "

" i told you to hide it! i told you to keep it safe! "

" how could you let him take it?! it's all we have left of her! "

" you have to find it, and bring it back. "

" little scum . . . you were always bad luck. a blight upon this family. i gave up everything and what do i get in return?! "

" a lucky break, an ace up my sleeve. that's all i need! "

" a blackened heart, uprooted by tragedy, skewered by pain. that's all you've ever given me . . . that's all you've ever been good for . . . "

" keep her close to your heart. never forget her. she gave everything for you. prove that it was worth it, that you weren't a mistake . . . "

" weak, useless, no good to anyone . . . it was like, i was never there. it would've been better . . . if i was never there . . . "

" shh, be quiet . . . just watch. "

" let's go! father will be leaving the projection room soon . . . "

" as to my prospects, the doctor remains cautiously optimistic. "

" i admit, the pains have been getting stronger as of late, but i dare not complain. compared to what you've been through, my 'suffering' is barely worth mentioning. "

" i think father's been trying to fix his old camera. "

" when the world becomes too cruel, we look for a place to hide. "

" the dark can be many things. it can be refuge, or it can be hell. it is whatever you make it. "

" the dark can be a silent place. silence can be empty, or it can speak volumes. "

" the dark can be a lonely place. solitude can be a sentence, or it can be a companion. "

" sometimes, it's better to hide, to let the dark in. "

" father's coming! quick, get in! i said, get in! "

" hush, it's already started. "

" come on, he'll get mad if we're not back before him! "

" haha, what is that thing? "

" i thought i knew, but . . . now i'm not sure. "

" oh, [name], it has to take shape in your head first. otherwise, it'll just stay . . . formless. "

" words cannot express how overjoyed i am to finally hear from you. "

" when i had heard of what happened, my heart sank. it was as if a terrible shadow had eclipsed my life. but now that i know you're still with us, i feel that shadow has lifted. "

" goddamn bastards . . . i gave them everything . . . and what do i get in return? a bloody piece of rust! "

" this is where you come in! go on, pick it up! "

" it seems the tables have turned! curse you and your mutinous puppets! i will not make this easy for you. "

" if i am to meet my end, it will be by your hand, by your . . . action! "

" play your part, villain! i'm waiting! "

" that's right, don't hesitate! you know i wouldn't! "

" show me your strong! like me! "

" spare me your mercy, i would not show you any. "

" [name] . . . ? are you alright? "

" [name], i thought you were gone. "

" who i was a moment ago is no more. now, i can become someone else. "

" if i could sit around all day, i would, but there's always more pirating to be had! the captains says so! "

" watch, this is the best part! "

" come, we can't stay any longer . . . "

" steady your tongue! i can be whoever i choose to be! if your little mind says otherwise, then to the depths with it! "

" for the last time, i'm not replacing the bloody projector! it's your job to keep it up and running. "

" quit your whining and do your goddamn job while you still have it. "

" he loves gold above all else. "

" you were always there, following in my footsteps. silent, smiling sadly . . . like a warm shadow. "

" sometimes, when darkness fell across town, we'd sneak out of the house. "

" i'd look up, but i didn't see the stars. what i saw was . . . a thousand souls on fire. "

" your eyes would light up. the stars were already there. at that moment, i knew you had it in you. "

" you . . . the silent dreamer, dreaming that a day would come when we could leave it all behind. the journey of a lifetime! a light on the horizon! a flame to call your own . . . "

" you had it in you, to make a thousand souls burn. make them feel . . . alive, make them live forever! a thousand lives . . . but never mine. never mine . . . "

" there we were, dreaming our souls away into the night sky. "

" a cruel shade eclipsed the sun. our dream was gone . . . something else took its place. "

" oh no . . . what will [name] do now? "

" one day, we'll get to see how it ends. "

" [name] . . . what if something bad happens? what if i can't find you? "

" shh . . . listen to my voice. hold it deep inside, and i will always be there for you. "

" if you want to make it to the end, just remember . . . the monster may be scary, but it's sad too. because, at the end of the day, it is just as lost as we are. "

" a little spark is all it takes. "

" why can't you just leave us alone?! "

" you fill the boy's head with nonsense, as if he wasn't useless enough! "

" you're . . . you're the one who's useless, you cruel one - eyed freak! "

" what did you just call me?! "

" get away from him, you . . . you monster! "

" [name] . . . it's today. "

" i'm going to see her. take care of the house, while i'm gone. "

" what about [name]? it's their day too. "

" it's . . . all i could afford. "

" please . . . help me . . . it hurts, it hurts . . . "

" i can't take it anymore. make it stop. "

" come on, there's nothing left for us here. "

" is . . . is it over? "

" it's only just beginning. "

" gotta be honest, i don't like what i'm hearing. "

" i've been told that you didn't even show up on the set, and the director's mad as hell. "

" i don't think he likes where you're taking the character. "

" this'll all be over soon enough, one way or another. "

" go all the way. let your heart bleed. "

" step back. breathe. remember. "

" there shall be a vast shout, and then . . . a vaster silence. "

" we are so close. i can feel it. "

" there can be no doubt. no hesitation. only will. unbreakable. "

" [name] . . . captain, i found it! but . . . it's empty. "

" go back to the hideout. i'll keep searching on my own. i said, go. "

" but . . . i can help! "

" go on, be there for her, like she was for you. "

" from one flame to another . . . but never your own. "

" find the character, lose yourself. "

" some parts are not to be played. "

" there are some things that should not be. should not be . . . broken. "

" cheer up. you're alright. you're not hurt. you're not upset. nothing really happened. you just need to be more careful . . . "

" why am i always the one?! why weren't you there?! "

" why didn't you protect me?! why did you let this monster . . . ?! "

" useless! worthless! i hate you! "

" it's alright, things happen. bad things . . . i am still here. this is not the end. this pain will pass, the scars will fade . . . "

" the flame will burn it all away. "

" you're weak! you're worthless! you're nothing! "

" we were meant to live forever. and i will. i will be forever. "

" forever the dream. forever the wound. forever . . . you. "

" do you hear it? the tide rises in the veins of the world. it comes for you. don't fight it. "

" do not go into that savage fire. it will never be conquered. it will never be tamed. it will never be yours. "

" do not go into that reckless flame. it was not meant for you. it will never let you be. "

" your heart burns, your soul burns away . . . yet, you choose to go deeper. "

" you can never have it. "

" [name] . . . please, come back . . . i need you. "

" huh, that's a funny name. "

" can you help me find my sister? "

" i was drowning . . . in a sea of thirst. i was feasting . . . but never full. "

" my teeth are yours to bare. "

" she's been gone a long time. i'm scared something's happened to her. "

" it - it's not my fault! she told me to go back! "

" stripped of all my riches, i sailed the seas of nothingness. "

" my debt to you . . . i will repay. here is my pound of flesh. "

" i was never one to serve . . . but, for you? i swallow my pride. "

" i come . . . from a sea of displeasure. i longed for affection. now, i live to please you. "

" my hands . . . became the Devil's playthings. put them to some use. "

" y - you're right. it is my fault. "

" you can still be saved. you can live on . . . forever. "

" lead the way. i will do what needs to be done. i'm the captain now. "

" lead us, oh captain! we will follow you across the seven seas! "

" it's just you and me, captain. "

" here we are again . . . you almost had it. "

" she lied to me . . . "

" it won't be me, when you see me again. "

" the ship's maiden voyage turned out to be its last. "

" who the fuck am i?! "

" forever . . . an endless sea, stretching into eternity . . . restless, roaring . . . terrifying. "

" for years, you have learned to hide, to flow with the tide. "

" now that a flame has been lit, you know . . . there is no other way. "

" the eyes of eternity are once again upon you. "

" this place . . . it feels so familiar. like, i've been here before. and yet, i cannot find my way . . . "

" do you see now? you tried to fix me. instead, you broke yourself. "

" this place . . . it sickens me. "

" with all its clutter and confusion, it is a monument to your weakness, a portrait of your indecision. a wreckage of what never truly was. "

" it is broken, hollow. just like you. "

" you tried so hard to bring me back. you called out to me in the void, but . . . something else answered back. "

" a broken body can be rebuilt, but some wounds go deeper . . . so much deeper . . . "

" how long has it been? i don't remember anymore. so hard . . . to remember. "

" i feel myself slipping, growing thin . . . "

" it keeps growing. it won't let me go. "

" poor little [name]. poor weak, pathetic little [name]. always the victim, always the burden. "

" i guess i never stood a chance, did i? neither of us did. "

" we never should have lived this long. forever is a very long time. "

" sometimes, it's better not to be . . . to burn away completely. "

" there is no place for me here. only you, whoever that is. "

" i hope you'll be brave this time. i don't think i can. "

" you . . . you cannot help me. not anymore. "

" this was to be my final work, to reclaim what was lost. to let go of the stolen flame, and reignite the true one. "

" the spark . . . it's almost gone. it is lost, hopeless. just like you. "

" a life that was never yours, dreams you had no right to dream . . . too scared to be yourself, too weak to be anyone else. "

" wherever i go, it follows. i cannot be free of it. "

" it keeps shifting, changing . . . and i change with it. "

" an empty shell cannot live forever. it cannot live at all. it can only be. "

"it's always there, one step behind, stretching over me, pulling me in . . . "

" i'm shedding skin, changing . . . into what? "

" sometimes, it's better to find your own way, to accept what was lost. to accept the pain . . . and feed your own fire. "

" how many lives have your buried, just by existing? existing . . . but never being. "

" wouldn't it be better if you just went away? "

" how many times have i tried to put the pieces back together . . . just to watch them fall apart? "

" i am done. all of us. we cannot be forever. "

" the sound in the deep . . . it's growing louder. something's coming. "

" finally, i understand. the way out . . . it's here, in me. "

" how long can a man burn, before he turns to ash? how could you know? "

" of all the wasted years, all the pain it took to bring you here . . . you don't even know who you are! "

" how many times must a man die before he can truly live? how many times?! "

" look at it. this is what happens when you fail to take control. "

" look at it! twisted! formless! just like you! "

" it crumbles, as it must. and when the time comes, will you crumble as well? "

" the boy that never speaks . . . have you found a voice? soon . . . the world will know. "

" it's bound to be . . . a night to remember. shame i won't be there to see it. "

" you run, but do you know the way? "

" you build one character, you destroy the other, but which is which? "

" you follow reason. you see through it. you cut away the strings. "

" you struggle against the current. you fight, against all odds. "

" in the end, there is no right or wrong. "

" listen to me! you have to go! "

" i'm not leaving! i - i'll find a way to reach you! "

" you're strong, stronger than you know. "

" we'll be together again. no matter how long it takes, i will find you! "

#rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp meme #rp prompts #rp resource #ask meme #inbox meme #askbox meme #( source. ) bloober's layers of fear 2 #// haha finally it's complete #// you can tell i only did one ending and i stuck to most of the main game content #// i didn't include any of the collectible info or somesuch #// i think there's plenty to work with as is so i hope some of you enjoy this!

[taintedpompom]

The First Day

Rose stared up at the iron wrought gates, fingering a jade pendent dangling from her neck. The schools fence loomed, heavy and made of twisted metal. Rumors claim that Sassacre's Hallowed Academy for Potential Expansion (Or "Shape") was built out of a closed prison way back in the day. Granted, Rose checked and such allegations were merely jealous slander... however the campus had a imposing stature that made the student second guess her own research.

Sure the school seemed friendly enough, a large fountain streatched accross the court gardens, the water a frothy white as it sprayed out of a jug of a angel. The dorms sat across each side of the courtyard, long brick buildings with large ornate windows, ensuring that, wherever Rose looked, her new home was in view... It was simply coincidence that, between them as she was, the buildings had a shape that veered a bit too close to a pair of jaws for her tastes... or maybe simply legs.

Rose squeezed Kanaya's hand for emotional support... well KANAYA's emotional support mostly, this WAS Rose's idea after all. This school was miles away from home, up in the mountains hours drive away from the airport. Sassacre was considered the proto ivy league, spitting out celebrities and genius's with a almost spotless track record. The fact that her web novel got her a scholarship here was too good to be true. In fact her mother said as much... And so she simply HAD to apply.

Kanaya darling, was a little more hesitant, SHE liked her mother (And Rose's mother as well), and was more then happy staying home in the big city. It was just... Rose never did anything without Kanaya by her side before, it didn't feel right to split up. It was them against the world, not HER against the world.

Rose looked up, staring at the clock tower looming above the school, jutting against the sky like it was liable to pierce it. She shivered in her leather jacket, the cold air a little too unseasonable for her torn jeans. Fashion was a statement, and Rose's statement said she didn't back down to peer pressure, society, or the elements. Goth and cozy didn't mix, no matter how brisk it was.

Rose stared at the tower, scowling at the tinted windows, unaware that she was being stared back at.

Eventually she pulled herself away from the window, walking past the cheery trees into a crowded doorway. Next to it was a bulletin board listing all the classes. Rose and Kanaya shared most of them... same English class, Rose had creative writing when Kanaya had Domestic Arts, and Family Sciences, and... Home Economics?

Rose gave Kanaya a dubious glance. Kanaya was great... but a mother? Rose tried to imagine Kanaya in such a duties, pulling a turkey from a oven like a 50s housewife, folding laundry, cradling a child...

Hmm.... Rose lingered on that thought for a moment, and then dismissed it. Roses glance, lingered into a look, teetering on a stare. It was clearly a fantasy, Kanaya was a atrocious cook, and just because she looked nice in a apron didn't mean she knew how to use one... granted Rose supposed that was what school WAS for wasn't it... to learn? Maybe the school saw something she... hmm. Rose frowned, noticing that Kanaya wasn't frowning at her own classes... but Rose's.

Rose felt a pinpick of nerves, scrolling through the classes. Physical Education, dance, yoga, literature, Naked body- wait no that just said painting... all normal classes! Sure a little... artsy fartsy, Rose always thought, novel or not, shed end up in STEM but no even Kanaya had more math classes then her... granted Rose at least had physics... wait no that was just a different physical education class. Rose blinked. This was... such a normal class layout! What could Kanaya possibly be concerned with.

"Rose Darling." Kanaya said, speaking slowly, gingerly. "I Did Not Presume You Were So... Active."

"Well..." Rose frowned, her black lips pursed in thought. "I... am not lazy? But I am sure it wouldn't hurt to have a few classes to get the blood flowing. I cant imagine sitting on my ass all day."

"...Yes, I Suppose..." Kanaya glanced down at Roses hips, at the studded belt that was too small for Rose to actually tighten around her large lap. "That Would Be Um, Wasteful. But I Think This." Kanaya tapped the glass, Roses eyes trailing down towards Kanya's lilac painted finger... then the words she was pointed at. Huh. Rose didn't even notice she was assigned a sports club.... lets see which one...

Rose gasped, her legs, giving out. Kanaya bend down, catching her petite girlfriend as she swoned.

"Rose Are You Alright?" Kanaya asked, Rose could only moan in response.

"How can I be alright?" Rose whimpered. "I'm a Cheerleader."

[tectco]

Hello, just wanna start this off by saying that I love your art. I've decided to ask my favourite artists for art tips as I wanna get into it, but no matter what I do it never looks right. So, any tips?

WARNING YOU JUST OPENED THE FLOOD GATES GET READY FOR A LONG ASS POST

WOOOOO BOY, first off huge fucking compliment i honestly didn't think i was anyone's favorite artist (despite what my friends say) and i find it super cool of you to try and draw

Anddd nowww the cowards will run out as soon as you read more

okay so first things first, disclaimer! I AM NO PROFESSIONAL BY ANY STANDARDS, IM JUST SUPER INTERESTED IN ART, DO NOT TAKE MY WORDS AS GOSPEL AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO TAKE MY WORDS OF ADVICE (you didnt say i was but just to cover my ass)

I am still learning as an artist so this will just be advice that helped me, lets just hope i can remember what got me here, and this will be just me jotting down my thoughts as they come so maybe im not the best person to come to about this (i may repeat what other people say in terms of art so bare with me)

SO WITHOUT ANYMORE DISCLAIMER! YOU WANT ART TIPS FROM ME? WELL GET READY FOR SOME BULLSHIT FROM A PERSON WHO'S BEEN SO ARTSY FARTSY IN THEIR ENTIRE LIFE AND HAS NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, WELL COME INTO THE SHIT TRAIN!!

Now i dont know if you are an intermediate artist, beginner, need help in specific areas or whatever the hell else but! here's the three main points i always wanted to scream at artists who are just starting out!

Your art WILL look like shit in the beginning

References and inspiration are YOUR FRIEND

DONT be afraid to trace

(I know I know this feels like regurgitated and it probably is BUT HEY STICK WITH ME)

does your art looks fucking trash? THATS GOOD!! KEEP DRAWING!! My art looked fucking ugly when i started and some might say (me) it still does, but thats okay!! You learn more and more from just drawing without any tips, art is a pure skill that builds up, do not be discouraged!! The point of art isn't to be the greatest in the world, it's to be at peace with what you create so if your art looks good to you and you are in a happy place in your progress, you are basically successful in my eyes at least (this doesn't mean to quit learning obviously but it'll come in time, be patient, do not push yourself! that's how you stop loving art and we don't want that happening!)

Ever find yourself asking "man why the fuck does (include art shit here) not look accurate??" well here's a tip, USE REFERENCES! DO NOT BE LIKE ME WHERE YOU JUST WING IT OR ELSE YOU'LL BE CRYING OVER YOUR DRAWING TABLET LIKE I DID AT SOME POINT!! Pay attention to the shapes of the reference, break it down and draw over it if you need to, shapes are very important in art and you need to be able to draw whatever you want in the most basic forms (im no good example of this, i really need to practice more aughhh). As well as references, inspiration is KEY!!! Everything is inspired off each other, nothing is original, so steal from your favorite artists!! Look at their speedpaints, look at how they use colors, analyze how they draw anatomy in their style, see how they use shapes, etc etc, learn from who you consider are the "greats of their times"!! USE ALL THE INSPIRATION YOU HAVE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS!!LITERALLY COPY THEM IF YOU WANT EVEN IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DID THAT, YOU'LL LEARN WITH TIME!! just whatever you do, don't compare yourself so heavily against other artists, i know its hard, i do it myself even! If there is an artist who has a style you so so want, don't crumble if you can't draw in their style perfectly, you'll never win against someone in their art style. I suggest taking inspiration from multiple artists and mashing them together until it looks good in your eyes!!

That actually leads me to my next point! TRACING IS OKAY!! Now obviously I do not mean directly tracing over like some lines, showing it off/posting it and calling it completely original. I mean tracing over the references i mentioned before, or like what i said before, i believe you should actually trace from your favs! (don't call it original like i said before), tracing can help build memory on how to draw certain things like how i took a photo of my hands before, traced them, and then put it to the side to redraw it, making me understand futher how hands work! OR like how i traced a piece of art that i liked to understand how the artist drew their bodies, tracing is used by total professionals in the industry so do not be afraid!! You have total permission from me to trace my art and learn how to draw my wack ass bodies

and for a little extra bit, little bit of a hot take (I'm actually not sure how much of a hot take this is), i don't think you HAVE to learn the fundamentals to get into art. NOW BEFORE YOU RUN OFF SCREAMING AND SHITTING, IM NOT SAYING YOU DON'T NEED THE FUNDAMENTALS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!! I'm just saying that if you want to get into art as a complete hobbyist and just want to draw to yknow draw and be happy, you should just go for it! Again don't make art something you hate! I completely encourage learning the fundamentals but don't ever feel like you're failing just because you don't, get into it when you have the time! be patient with yourself, this goes for any hobby/skill but just sink some time into it, i promise you will get further in you hobby than if you push and rush yourself into complete burn out

OH AND HERES MY ULTIMATE TIP! THERE IS NO WRONG WAY TO DO ART!!

Uhhh i think that's everything? Im not exactly sure how comprehensible this is or how the spelling is since i am not beta reading this! But apologies if this wasn't what you were looking for! (if anybody even read this far) and i hope that if you asked your other favorite artists they answered with anything better than whatever this is! I wish you alot of luck in your art journey and thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about art! OH AND REMEMBER TO TAKE BREAKS

#long text post #Tecs going wild #you’re not cowards for not wanting to read the whole thing don’t worry lmao #this was meant to be like #some small reply with my small tips on art but i didn't think itd be paragraphs long #uhhhh whoops my badddd #i literally typed this and ideas flowed in my head so if its all over the place thats another whoopsie #like nobody will care about this #I’m so tired I spent like two hours on this straight since I got so excited #Anddd I’m now gonna post this since it’s like so late and I’m too tired to be worrying if this doesn’t answer the question or if I rambled #tecoask

[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 7 • 50 - City Bus

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City buses can carry so many different walks of life. The old to the young, the women to men, and anything in between, and the straight to queer. 

A boy with a scarred face enters the bus. He sits in the back next to some artsy-fartsy girl with two big bags full of clothing next to her. She looks like a fashion designer. 

The more he looks at her the more he shrouds himself in the shadows, he knows her, and he doesn’t want her to recognize him. 

It had started back in the last year of high school, he had broken up with her a long time ago. He was trying to make it onto the varsity wrestling team, but he didn’t. He challenged the boy who was now dating the girl, and to get on his nerves he went after her again. He was good at manipulating her at first, telling her how much he missed loving her. She had broken away from his manipulation, but that wouldn’t stop him, he kissed her either way. She bit his lip in retaliation, he pulled away from her, and he noticed some people saw what happened. He didn’t care how they saw it, he hoped it ruined the boy and girl’s relationship, and he didn’t care what the girl wanted. 

The girl looked like he was waiting for someone, she had this happy look on her face. 

She had started talking to this older woman who complimented her outfit when a boy the boy’s age came onto the bus, walking towards her. She got a glimpse of him, she put her hands over her nose and mouth smiling as he walked closer. When he gets close enough she leaps into his arms, and both of them start laughing.

She caresses his face. “I thought I’d never see you again.” He kisses her before she sets one of her bags on the ground, letting him sit with her.

“You didn’t even get unwound.” She exclaims. 

He shakes his head. “I got to a place called the graveyard, they had services there that let you go out with a false identity. My name isn’t Zane anymore, it’s Aiden.” 

She looks down solemnly. “I see.” 

“You can still call me Zane, it doesn't matter anymore.” He grabs her hand, but she pulls away from him. 

“What?” 

She looks away from him. “Listen, I just can’t date anymore, I’ve won the unlucky lottery, and I can’t bear to lose you or anyone.” 

He grabs at her again. “I’m not going anywhere, I can’t be taken away from you,” he kisses her hand. “I promise.” 

She pulls away from him for the second time. “I don’t want your love, I don’t want anyone!” She tells him. The scarred boy gets up as he tries again to get at her, she pulls the bag off the ground, freighted by him. 

“Why would you caress my face if you didn’t want me?” He yells.

“Just wanted to know you were real, I was going to tell you I just wanted to be friends from then on.” She cries. 

The boy is still trying to grab at her as the scarred boy grips the arm closest to him. The boy looks up at him, angered then horrified. The scarred boy looks down into his purple and red eyes as the boy stutters. 

“No, no no, you, you, I saw your name on the registry, you can’t.” 

“I got recalled,” he whispers. 

The boy stares at him in disbelief. “But-, but-”

“Don’t touch her,” He whispers again. “Or you’d be no better than me.” 

The boy finally stops trying to touch her, so the scarred boy goes to sit back down. The girl looks over at him, not fully connecting the dots in her head. 

“Who are you?” She asks.

The scarred boy slouches into his seat, he doesn’t really want to tell her. 

“Are you sure you want to know?” He asks her back.

She seems uncertain, but she nods yes.

The scarred boy takes a breath. “My name is Roland, I’m a Modified Recall,” He lowers the hood covering his head. “I know you, but you don’t know me.” 

The girl looks disappointed she even asked. The boy looks at her, bewildered. “How are you not screaming at him?” 

The girl sighs. “Because he’s Modified, so he’s right, he knows me, but I don’t know him,” The girl looks at the scarred boy. “How much did they take from you?” 

“My limbs, my frontal lobe, and a bit of gray matter.” 

The girl nods. “That’ll do it.”

There’s the silence of the bus moving until the scarred boy speaks up again.

“I know what I’ve put you through now, and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to say just to save face, I understand what you went through on a very deep level Valerie.” He tells the girl.

The girl looks uneasy. “Is it what I’m thinking?”

“Do you think it can happen to boys too?” 

“I do.”

“Then yeah.” 

The girl looks down. “How many people know about this?” 

“My closest friend, her friend, and one of my other close friends. Others know it was a bad breakup, but they don’t know about the assault.” 

The other boy leans back. “Wow, feisty girl.” The girl elbows him. 

“No, it was a boy. Thinking back on it now I thought I loved him, but now it feels like I never really liked him at all. I feel so open about it, but I feel like I shouldn’t be.” 

“People grieve in different ways, I hear there’s also a stage of denial before it really hits you.”

“I hope there isn’t, I’ve cried enough for a millennium.”  

The bus stops at the scarred boy’s drop-off. He gets up as does the girl with her bags.

“Do you want some help?” He asks. 

“Sure,” she hands him off one of the bags as they get onto the street. 

The scarred boy keeps holding her things as she gets closer to her studio. 

“Hey, Roland?”

“Yeah?” 

“I can’t accept your apology.”

The scarred boy is surprised, but he understands.

“Because it shouldn't be coming from you, it should be coming from the dead man you were made of. I hate that it’s this way, but it’s not your fault for what he did.”

He nods. “I know it isn’t, but I still think that you need some sort of closure.”

She nods back to him, taking the bag from his hand. “Thank you.” 

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic #unwind series #sequel fic #roland taggart

[prettybluelites]

Thoughts: Fun and Games

Started this last night, accidentally deleted it, got annoyed and went to bed.

Take two.

Yes Stede, the head butt was absolutely on purpose, but not because it was you, rather because a fearsome pirate woke up from a traumatic-on-every-level experience with someone hovering over him, six inches from his face. Ed would have head butted anyone on sheer instinct.

Fascinated by Buttons choosing to check in with Ed about his gravy basket experience, and you can tell Buttons sorta understands that Ed did have a vision, even if Ed doesn't say as much. Also, Buttons has been there a few times himself? Can you get there only through massive physical injury or can you like take a vision quest?

All well and good that the unicorn can't hear without a head, but probably a bigger selling point for Izzy is that it can't talk back

The crew's at a deadlock? Really? They sounded pretty firmly in favor of banishment. Did Stede just want to make sure Izzy got to have a say?

How many takes did they have to do with the sandwich, and was "sammie" scripted or improvised? I need to know.

On a serious note, how Stede's heart must have hurt to see Ed look at him like that

How fucked up and re-traumatizing for Ed to have his lil bunny friend snatched out from under his nose mere seconds after telling it that it would always be safe with him

Did I mention how the costumes keep getting better and better? Minnie Driver looks absolutely spectacular

In Stede's place I would have been scared to death to accept Anne and Mary's dinner invitation, solely on the basis of their predatory grins, but I guess love is stronger than all that

Also stronger than Ed pelting him with backhanded comments all evening

Love the incongruity of Roach talking about reminding the other crew of their value and safety while brandishing a cleaver

Whatever either Stede or Ed was expecting from the evening, it sure wasn't this

"Actually, I was planning on killing him myself" - subtext: still might if sufficiently provoked

Stede's expression when Ed says he regretted shaving his beard - so like his expression when Ed finds him on the beach in Ep9

Taika is so good in this whole scene. The tiny, tiny change in his expression when Stede says he likes his new beard, it's like he's processing that this is happening and willing himself to remain objective. And then Stede asks about the gravy basket and it snaps him back to reality and causes him to turn abrupt/short when he says he's fine. Good stuff.

Not gonna lie, I kinda hate the scene with the pinata and the cake. I get the point, but it feels clunky to me. I do appreciate everyone struggling with the concept of a safe space, lol, and I would love to know what exactly the "fucked up sleeping arrangements" are.

Another costuming note: Lucius is wearing the hell out of those high-waisted trousers.

I personally would not have described Stede as an "artsy outsider," but from Mary's POV I kinda get it, "artsy" sounds a bit derisive, like artsy-fartsy, and outsider sounds like...well, not a pirate. If that's Ed's type, I'd love to know about past outsiders he's been involved with. Likewise, I'm fascinated by Ed calling Stede "fragile" - he's clearly not meaning it as weak, but as fine/delicate. He says it so fondly. :)

Offering relationship advice by saying that everything will be rosy for a while and then eventually, inevitably, it's all going to go to hell and you're going to be left attempting murder to "keep things fresh" is, ah, kind of upsetting. Anne's tactic is upsetting too but at least "let's make them jealous" isn't explicitly violent.

It's really important to me that Roach (along with Fang) is one of the first to try to help Izzy up, same as he was the first to approach Buttons when Karl got killed. He really is tender as hell. :)

In my previous post, I mentioned how Ed still doesn't know that Mary wasn't the whole reason Stede didn't come to the dock - and I want to know, what's going to set off Stede's PTSD? We've seen the crew grappling with theirs and Ed is a walking ball of it. Stede's kinda been skating over everyone else's damage and he hasn't really even touched his own. He says he panicked, and admits he went back to his wife, but the part where he was abducted at gunpoint and nearly murdered is a pretty key part of the narrative. Taking a wild guess that's going to come up when we meet Prince Ricky again. And it's going to lead us into the Season Finale which SHIT I do not want to think about yet.

Others have probably already connected these dots but I'm obsessed with the fact that the blanket that Ed is hiding under so strikingly resembles the Battle Jacket. It should be renamed the Ed Teach is Lovable Jacket.

I just love me some everything about this scene. I love Stede's confidence in making himself heard and I love how throughout their talk Ed comes out from under the blanket, then sits up, then turns toward Stede by degrees, and finally gives that tiny, tiny, sad smile. And the dialogue is beautiful and heartfelt and Rhys and Taika just take it to a wonderful place.

My blood runs cold on Ed and Stede's behalf when Anne and Mary bust in on them, honest to god.

Oh, Izzy. *sniffle*

Ed and Stede both so adorkable negotiating where Ed's going to spend the night

I was honestly not crazy about the whole avian transmogrification thing at first, but the more I've thought about it, the more I like it. Buttons is completely confident in his ability to pull it off and in his reason for doing it - which is, of course, love. His pointing out to Ed that love requires change/growth is just a sweet touch. Was Buttons a "good" first mate? Who knows? Was he a decent human and apparently a legit vessel of magic? I think yes.

Also, if you're going to write a character out of your story, changing them into a bird is a bang-up way to do it. No klutzy off-screen death for Buttons.

Also also, I think it's worth remembering that Zheng uses carrier birds. I predict avian espionage in the future. And no, gulls were not used as carrier birds, but we all know Djenks has been hand-wavy about bigger things.

Izzy...is himself again. Also, loving the casual acknowledgement that there's been at least one other person on the Revenge this whole time who could read :P

My week is going to be insane so I might do Episode 5 tonight and get it out of the way. Thanks for reading!

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #fun and games #ofmd s2e4

[an-architect-of-words]

This is my last point on the Bennington podcast (hopefully).

Who else has read Stephen King’s memoir? It’s one of my favorite books in existence (even if I don’t agree on every single bit of advice). Anyway, like half that book is on the parts of his real life he lifted for his novels. He directly discusses the 3 people he knew who inspired Carrie and her mom. And I felt like I was rereading It at parts of his memoir. He talks about how he didn’t like college creative writing because everyone is artsy fartsy and fake-profound while he just wanted to hear good stories. And his whole experience with his class was used almost exactly for Bill Denbrough’s— who is is a horror writer!— college experience. He describes his favorite old movie theater which is SO similar to the movie theater scene in It, and his thoughts on it were the kids’ thoughts. And it just goes on and on.

Why can Stephen King write an acclaimed memoir on how his fiction collides with reality, without people treating him as interchangeable with Bill or acting like he’s a fraud for not designing Carrie from scratch. Nobody treats Bill as literally Stephen King even though he’s clearly lifted from his own experience. And it’s framed so weirdly when Tartt does the same stuff with Richard?

There are more examples. Leigh Bardugo wrote Ninth House as someone who went to Yale AND was in a society (Wolf’s Head). Bardugo has said she absolutely loved Yale and has great memories from there, but did feel like there’s a level of privilege and immorality in academia circles that she wanted to comment on.

“Reading ‘Ninth House,’ people might think I have some kind of bone to pick with Yale,” Bardugo said. “And I suppose I do. I have a bone to pick with all institutions that embody a particular kind of privilege. But I also loved my experience at Yale. And I hope that comes through … there’s a reason we long for these hallowed halls and these ivy-covered walls.”

Like ultimately it seems to me like Ninth House and The Secret History tackle dark academia similarly because each the author is open about liking her area of study and her college experience, but also open about how things can easily go too far in these closed-off academic environments.

Not to lose my point. In a way, I just feel like Tartt’s lack of a public presence and commentary on her work has been used against her uncharitably. And I’m really genuinely interested in if someone can tell me the difference between her and King/Bardugo. Why is King seen as cool for using his hometown and his issues with college writing courses to form Bill who shares King’s own opinions? Why is it interesting that Bardugo put a real secret society that she was actually in into her book? But then it seems like a huge shock and betrayal that Tartt may have been looking around her own Greek class for minor inspirations? Is it the negative framing? Because, again, King wrecked his unnamed creative writing teachers. Bardugo’s book openly states that it’s absurd that Wolf’s Head views themselves as champions of civil rights when they were the last society to accept women. Please, someone tell me the difference.

#the secret history #donna tartt #tsh #once upon a time… at Bennington #richard papen #once upon a time at bennington #bennington podcast

[gorogues]

Fictober 2022

Prompt number #5 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: G Warnings: None.

Day Five: “No, anything but that.”

It was his first get-to-know-you outing with Owen, and Digger was incredibly excited.  He had a son, and his son wanted to know him!  They were going to do stuff together! 

He had no idea what to do with a kid, or what his son liked doing, so he’d left the itinerary up to Owen and was happily imagining going to a bar and getting plastered….maybe getting into a scrap or two, with his boy to back him up.  He was picturing the use of boomerangs in the fights, which was an enduringly pleasant thought.

“Son!” Digger exclaimed as they met up in front of Owen’s ramshackle apartment building, and briefly embraced.

“Hey Dad, you ready for a night out?”  His son seemed a little self-conscious and anxious, but also eager to get started.

“You bet yer arse I am.  Where we headed?”

“Well, I thought we’d go to a movie and see what we wanna do from there.  I already bought some tickets.”

“Great!” Digger enthused, and turned in the direction of the local multiplex, though Owen cleared his throat.

“Actually, it’s at the Princess Theater downtown.”

Digger turned and stared.  “But isn’t that the place they show the artsy-fartsy stuff?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”  Owen looked decidedly concerned and a bit embarrassed.  He’d been told it was a good movie by a guy at the record shop and had thought his dad might like it.

Anything but that, Digger lamented internally, but he was not going to disappoint his kid.  If his son wanted to watch the artsiest and the absolute fartsiest film in cinematic history, he would go along with it and grin the entire time.

“No worries, son.  Lead on!”

#fictober22 #Captain Boomerang #Owen #fanfic

[jmdbjk]

Yo

Psst. It’s me:

Name: Yo mama. Not really. But if I told you, I’d have to kill you. Just kidding. You can call me jmdbjk. Or Ferg. Ferg works too.  

Sign: Aquarius. (sings very off-key: ...it’s the dawning of the age of Aquarius..) Not now though. We are way past the dawn of that age. That was actually back in 1970 or whatever year that song came out ... 1969... so now we may be getting to the late afternoon of Aquarius. Or maybe we’re already in next week of Aquarius...who knows. BUT!! the opening lyric IS: “When the MOON is in the Seventh House” ...so there’s that. 

Time: 6:54 p.m. when I began typing this. Let’s see how long it takes for me to finish. I can be long-winded...

Birfday: February 13. Yes, I share the magic number. 

Favorite band/artist: Duh... but before BTS it was a very eclectic mix. Seventies, 80′s, disco, rock, classic rock, alt rock, country, pop, dance, you name it, I have it. From Aerosmith and Alan Jackson to Yes and ZZ Top. 

Last movie: hmmm... hmmm.   (thinks) ... (looks at my netflix saved list, nothing there)... hmm.. (looks at my Apple tv saved list)... OHH!! it was ISLE OF DOGS!!! damn, that was 3 or 4 years ago. An animated movie set in Japan, follows a boy's odyssey in search of his lost dog. It was pretty good in an artsy fartsy, quirky way. I don’t watch movies often. Obviously once every 4 years or longer. 

Last show: Run BTS Telepathy Pt. 1. Before that it was the episode of Our Blues with Jimin’s song With You. I don’t watch television either. Ever. Except that one episode of Our Blues. 

When you created this blog: I think I created it in August of 2021 so it’s been a year. My first post was Oct. 15, 2021. 

What you post: The pandemonium in my head. Whatever is on my mind. I write as a way to get rid of the excess that’s constantly swirling in my brain. And since last summer, my brain has been obsessed with BTS and Jimin, Jungkook and everything surrounding them. Actually, on the outside, I am very calm. But I love words and I like to write and I have a lot to say to no one in particular. HOWEVER! I am also a very very good listener. 

Other blogs: Long forgotten but also served a similar purpose as an outlet for me to express whatever was going on at the time.

Followers: 479. How on earth? Thank you for visiting my little space I created here! I do appreciate you all. Except you...YOU! you Kookie hater, go away. It’s ok, I blocked you so there, I did you a favor. 

Do you get asks: Yes, some of them are actually asks. 

Average hours of sleep: 6. Can function on 5 hours until late afternoon then its downhill from there. My  eyeballs prefer 8 hours but for some reason the rest of my body/brain says nope, too bad.  

Instruments: of creativity. I use instruments of creativity...pencil, brush, filters, words, fonts, colors, all digital of course.

What I’m wearing: oh, dang, I should have changed clothes before sitting down. I am wearing what I wore to work, a pair of skinny black pants and a dark teal t-shirt. With the appropriate undergarments. Barefooted because I kicked off my black leather platform sandals across the room. 

Dream job: Well, actually, I already worked at a few of my dream jobs... retail advertising was my first job out of college so I was exposed to a lot of upscale fashion and whatnot. It was a mixture of fashion illustration and photography. That was a fun job. Then I worked in creative services at a television station where I produced tv commercials. That was fun too. I won awards at that job. I have also worked for another tv production company and traveled a lot. The traveling was fun. Another dream job was working at the biggest ad agency in my city. It turned out to not be quite as fun as I thought it would. It was a good experience (that’s what we say when we are finally free from toxic workplaces but trying to remain positive). Now I am a graphic designer/art director/digital communications manager/video producing jackoff of all trades at a very large non-profit. 

Dream trip: Seoul. Period. I have traveled a lot. When I was young we lived in Canada, Australia, Singapore. I’ve been to 21 states including Hawaii. Multiple times. I’ve visited Japan and the Bahamas. Lived many years in Texas but now Louisiana is my home.

Favorite song: currently its Daydream by J-Hope. But my playlist for fitness walking is: Outro: Ego, Outro: Wings, Trivia: Just Dance, Daydream, Boy With Luv (feat. Halsey), Run BTS (the song), Dope, Boyz with Fun, Dynamite (queen), War of Hormone (don’t judge me). The beats are very crucial to keep up a fast pace. My “just listening for fun” playlist includes Mic Drop (Steve Aoki remix), My Universe (SUGA’s remix only), Airplane Pt. 2, IDOL, Serendipity, Euphoria, Trivia: Seesaw, Magic Shop, Love Maze, Make It Right, HOME, Mikrokosmos, Cypher 4, Baepsae, Daechwita, Base Line, Bad Decisions, Left and Right and others. 

Sidenote: I saw on twitter where Sungwoon will be going to do his military service on Sept. 5 and I almost started crying at work. He was crying on his V Live and I had to turn it off. I don’t even know what he was saying. So when it is the BTS members time to go I am going to be a hot mess. 

Thanks @onthecuterside for the tag! Now it’s your turn if you haven’t already been tagged: @shellbells-things, @wingzie, @ejassy​

It is now 8:23 p.m.  

And here is a present for everyone...a phone wallpaper I quickly made today because I only had four things going on at once so I had a few minutes to spare and because I needed to see these two every time I picked up my phone to look at my Tumblr notices:

#getting to know bloggers #yep this is me #bts chapter 2 #memories 2021 coming in hot so shits about to hit the fan

[jackoshadows]

Vince Gilligan wants to write a good guy

I rewatched the entirety of “Breaking Bad” recently. My love for Walter White has dissipated. And my love for Skyler White has only grown.

The further away I get from “Breaking Bad,” the less sympathy I have for Walter. He got thrown a lifeline early on. And, if he had been a better human being, he would’ve swallowed his pride and taken the opportunity to treat his cancer with the money his former friends offered him. He goes out on his own terms, but he leaves a trail of destruction behind him. I focus on that more than I used to.

After a certain number of years, the spell wears off. Like, wait a minute, why was this guy so great? He was really sanctimonious, and he was really full of himself. He had an ego the size of California. And he always saw himself as a victim. He was constantly griping about how the world shortchanged him, how his brilliance was never given its due. When you take all of that into consideration, you wind up saying, “Why was I rooting for this guy?”

Back when the show first aired, Skyler was roundly disliked. I think that always troubled Anna Gunn [who played Skyler]. And I can tell you it always troubled me, because Skyler, the character, did nothing to deserve that. And Anna certainly did nothing to deserve that. She played the part beautifully. I realize in hindsight that the show was rigged, in the sense that the storytelling was solely through Walt’s eyes, even in scenes he wasn’t present for. Even Gus, his archenemy, didn’t suffer the animosity Skyler received. It’s a weird thing. I’m still thinking about it all these years later.

That's interesting. In "The Rockford Files," say, the character of Jim Rockford wouldn't change all that much in the course of a season, or even multiple seasons. Perhaps there was a sort of comfort in that lack of change. Yeah, there's a real pleasure to watching shows like that. Honestly, that's all I watch these days. I love the old stuff. I love old episodes of "Emergency!" and "The Rockford Files" and "Columbo" and "The Twilight Zone" and "Hogan's Heroes." It's comfort food for my brain. I hope that kind of storytelling never goes away. For my next show, I'd like the lead character to be an old-fashioned hero, an old-fashioned good guy. Jim Rockford is kind of rough around the edges, but he always does the right thing. Fifteen years ago, when I was conceiving of Walter White, I looked around and thought, Well, what is current TV? It's mostly good guys. But now I'm looking around, thinking, Gee, there's an awful lot of bad guys on TV, and not just on shows but on the news. It feels like a world of shitheels now, both in fiction and in real life. I think it's probably time again for a character who doesn't go for the easy money. I'd be very happy if I could write a more old-fashioned hero, someone who is not out for themselves at every turn.

That you’d follow the lead of the character rather than vice versa says something about you as a creator.

If there’s any secret to our success, I think it’s that. The TV shows we love are populated by characters who seem real to us. We don’t have to agree with them, but we get where they’re coming from. We comprehend them on an emotional level.

But you can’t do that by forcing them like square pegs into round holes. It sounds kind of artsy-fartsy, but you’ve got to listen to them. By that I mean you’ve got to be honest about what they would do next in any given situation. It was much more rewarding for us in the writers’ room when that kind of thinking led us to realizations such as Chuck’s resentment of his kid brother.

Sometimes, that takes you to some very unexpected plot destinations. Some of our very best ideas came at the eleventh hour, many seasons into both shows. In hindsight, I like the way we did it. The longer it took, the more nervous it made us that we didn’t have a clear road map. But we found our way. It was a struggle, but we purposely didn’t know how things were going to end at the beginning. We didn’t even know halfway through, probably.

#Vince Gilligan #One of the best writers out there #I have to agree - it will be nice to just have a good character

[lightninrods]

INVASÃO #4

YEAH!

I feel humbled to be one of the guest contributors for this monolithic cornerstone of the portuguese artistic disenfranchised underground.

Tell me more?

Well...

Shit.

This ain’t your stereotypical comfortable-privileged-classist-academic-posh-modern-artsy-fartsy-newdarkagefashcapitalistic-fashionable-hip-institucional-crowdfunded-lookatmeimainfluencer-contentcreators-whatever ego driven vain bullshit that's on the spotlight right now. This is a really cool multidisciplinary zine/artbook featuring a bunch of budding artists put together by a small collective of real world artists and designers.

I've contributed with two small comix pages, there's also top notch dark fantasy illustration verging on black witchery with a purpose, real life poetry that screams for our burning future, outsider art drawings which will grow behind your bleeding eyes, fine art illustration with feeling and emotion other than fucking empty coldness and vapid decorative aesthetic, visual essays with a multidisciplinary approach, sick comix by a couple of genuine storyteller maniacs, ceramics thought and made for heavy rockers metal punks and much much much more that my depressed burnt brain can't really process as I'm already bamboozled by this awesome book!

For design nerds, the raw true to vision graphics and editorial illustration are lightyears beyond whatever the fuck kids learn in the art and design departments of corporate college these days. This thing looks like it has been brought forth from paradise by Lúcifer's hands himself.

Thanks to the editorial crew. I owe you lots of beer,

@mikzzart @marcodelvoid @_sofiadsilva_

Guest artists,

@cvspe @naoehcarolina @ruicough @ipsetron @hellgryn.ph

To the rest of you folks, go and grab one! Fear not, you won’t get stabbed I swear.

Cheers,

R.

#comics #banda desenhada #portugal #quadradinhos #coimbra #comix #bd #hq #illustration #drawing #smallpress #comic zine #books and zines #portuguese comix #bandadesenhadaportuguesa #ilustração #illustrated book #poetry #visual essay #leiria

[kmp78]

"JL’s PA’s posts are quite demure in comparison to some of the shit we’ve seen this summer." I don't think so. She doesn't show herself in all poses naked on Instagram but she is not modest. A modest girl will not dress like this in front of her boss and at work.

Anon come on! 🙄

She's dressing just fine!

And personally I thought Schwaa's über-tryhard hippie dippie artsy fartsy rags and novelty accessories were waaaaaay worse. 🙄

Takes A LOT to dress so crappy that Jared Leto actually looks good decent in comparison! 😵

[farahhauville]

for the infamous ask game !! <3

bandname, favorites, persona, stage name, change, bandmates, tattoo, voice, and seven 🤩

firstly omg soooo sorry i took forever posting this i was on finals lockdown </3 and tysm tori for sending me thee ask!! love u sm .. also long post ahead + slight cw mention for drug use

Band name: How did they and the others come up with the band name? Has the name changed since it was founded? okay, so a huge oversight on MY part but when coming up with the name I kind of.. ignored the other band names.. and so my mc's (Parker's!!!) band name is.. soft overkill 😭 u cant make this shit up HDSJKFHSDKSFDHDSF.. i was thinking of changing it but i kind of like the irony and stupidity of it all (considering parker and seven r exes) so .. i think it will be staying! (so for shits n giggles, soft overkill was first and HAS NOT BEEN CHANGED ... FSDHFDSKJHFDSKDSFH they had a "That FROOT looks familiar" moment on twitter for SUREEEE) Favourites: Which song of the band’s is your MC’s favourite? Which is the fan-favourite?

because parker's all artsy-fartsy, I think he'd have a hard time choosing a favorite song -- probably not their earlier work, though, seeing as he's pretty embarrassed by most of it. he's gotten better at songwriting over the years, and some of their earlier work was all over the place (to put it simply FHDSKJFSDHSDFKHD) the fan-favorite would probably be "PUNCH!" (which is more of a love/breakup adjacent song.. man i wonder how this came to be.. idk im trying to think of how this happened. will get back to u shortly?) Persona: How does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?

at first, i think parker (and his day-to-day personality) was COMPLETELY separate from his on-stage persona -- he was a lot "nicer" overall, probaaaably a little on the more shy side kinda thing, less short tempered HFDSKFDSHFDSK.. but after a Certain Breakup he kinda spirals (it was kind of already happening anyway .. looool) and his dazzling rockstar tm persona kinda bled together with the real parts of parker -- esp as he started using drugs more recreationally b4 shows and things of that sort, putting walls up n what not for certain things. it sounds cliche but performing, the breakup, and spiral (and .. continued drug use) resulted in a more confident, sarcastic, short-tempered parker.. also a lot more anxious when he comes off the high (of performing -- its also the drugs, though. (also .. hes short-tempered now for certain things, he's not a complete lost cause dfshfdjkhfdskdsfh) and overall def on the more Brooding Music Guy side. the one thing that remains the same is his love of music n the arts -- its why hes really in it, but the fame is also .. nice Stage name: Do they or have they ever had one? How did they choose it? 

his stage name is Crash! so on stage, and in the competition, he goes by Crash rather than Parker (but the band still calls him parker .. yk how it goes) fans also call him crash !! he chose it on a whim -- he thought it fit the whole "overkill" idea they have going on. plus, he was a teenager -- he just thought it sounded cool! Change: How has their personality changed since Seven left the band? Are those changes related to Seven leaving? kinda answered this in persona, but his personality changed pretty drastically -- maybe not for the best, but definitely not for the worst. those changes are related to seven leaving, especially bc they were dating -- but it was definitely exacerbated by the idea of his "one and only" (platonic n romantic soulmate.. haha pain) being upset w him (and having been voted off the band) (also parker did NOT vote for seven to leave . he liked singing w him . but what does it matter in the end HFDKSFHFDSKHFD) Bandmates: How do they feel about the members of the band? Would they still be interested in stardom if they weren’t with that group?

parker loves his friends/band members!!!!!! this is such a simple answer but like their dynamic is just the best . and no, i dont think theyd be as interested in stardom if it wasnt w their friends .. lots to think about Tattoo: Did they keep the tattoo with Seven’s initials? Why/why not? What was that decision/execution process like? (Bonus: What do they think of Seven keeping their tattoo?) yes, parker kept the tattoo w seven's initials .. (talk about not getting over your ex loool) it was his first tattoo and it was w a person he loved -- to him, it would've been more painful to remove it or cover it up than to just.. let it exist on his skin. he definitely had a hard time between choosing to keep it or covering it up -- lots of tattoo appointments that just turned into tattoos going elsewhere on his body looool . anyway . at the same time tho its a very painful reminder . it's kinda masochistic in a way -- like a punishment of sorts -- "you let THAT happen" kind of thing .. but it's not always painful .. he does cover it up usually tho, he wants to keep that part of their past as private as it possibly can (which is not much anyway) loooool using lots of looools to make this less sad and awkward. Voice: What does their singing voice sound like? Do you have voiceclaims(s) for them?

i havent really decided on a singing voice yet -- but id think parkers singing would prob be similar to thom yorke's heehehehdj Seven: Do you have headcanons about their friendship and/or romantic relationship (past or future)? What do you imagine some of their best memories are? What do you think some of Seven’s favourite things about your MC were/are? their friendship was definitely ride-or-die, they're all in, it's them against the world -- the same goes for their relationship. i think one of their best memories Then were getting those tattoos together -- but also probably their mutual confession n first kisses .. hehe . i think seven's fav thing about parker was how much he loves music (and anything artistic) -- its literally his lifeline !! i also think their relationship (and friendship b4 that) was very .. tender? like affection came to them v easy, thru small gestures, even if they were awkward abt it .. anyway thats definitely not the case anymore HA

#infamous if #infamous mc: parker rojas #seven lawless x mc #crash rojas <3 #hehehehe had to add that tag too #anyway tysm tori for letting me ramble #i love infamous im deep in tha brainrot.