#i was always like he young and blahblah

[lordwisteria]

Going off that “Jason Todd should be Catholic” post I reblogged....this is so ridiculously niche lol but I need to get it off my chest....Jason Todd is so Ronan Lynch coded

Traumatic reaction to violence that unexpectedly changed them forever, into darker and harder versions of themselves

Molten eyes and a smile made for war!!!

How do you live if you think you were maybe supposed to be dead?

How do you kill yourself again and again, even if it keeps you alive?

Just to get it out of the way yes Gansey died and came back but Jason and Gansey are like the least alike of anyone

Complicated relationship with a parent they once adored

Inexplicable magic that is difficult to explain and makes their lives harder (Like everything about Ronan/Jason coming back to life and the Pit)

General asshole who actually does care a lot

Cared the MOST about one person (Gansey) and slowly came to care about everyone else; fighting and clawing their way back into their own families

It is about RAGE and REGRET. FEAR and FORGIVENESS. It is BEING THE MONSTER AND ASKING FOR LOVE ANYWAY

Ok but. But but. Are there any other parallels? You could go the Lynch brothers route (Dick as Declan, Tim or Damian as Matthew, Bruce as a complicated and dead Niall whose obsessions killed him without considering what it would leave behind for his sons). But I think this really only considers the characters relationships with Jason, not who they are as a person. IF we are looking at who they are instead of their relationships (so yes this does not consider romantic/platonic/blahblah):

It would be easy to say Dick is Gansey. They have the same name, are ~leaders~, and are canonically the prettiest princess in any room. I get it and maybe in the Titans you'd be right, but here, Bruce is Gansey. He is the one with the quest! He is the one driving things forwards and bringing the others along. He's the one with the family name and the family wealth and the family home. He went through something traumatic as a child that irrevocably changed him, fueled his intense guilt and obsession. He brought the group together, and yet feels left behind by them. Someone who cares deeply about the people immediately around him, and yet will not stop pursuing his other goals even if it's hurting them or himself. Obsessed, I think, with proving that he deserves to be here.

Which means that Dick...is Adam Parrish. Like. The constant search for independence. The perfectionism. The bad relationship with his father that forced him to need to be his own man. (Sorry real Bruce but you sucked in batman #416) Loving someone so much and yet always thinking the worst of them. Refusing to be a burden and yet accepting any yoke that comes his way. The intensity of the performance, of pretending to be who you wish you were for the people you care about. Taking on responsibilities because there is literally no other choice, nothing else you could do. Picking the best of your options and knowing that none for them are to rest easy. Valuing freedom so much and giving up your literal body for the quest.

PLUS (less perfect but): Cass as Henry Cheng (and not just bc they are both asian do not look at me like that) Narrative outsider who was watching from afar and put themselves in the narrative. Was molded by shady parent's shady business practices. Was put in a situation as a child they should not have had to endure, which challenged their beliefs and shaped them anew. And maybe like, later Tim as Noah, a bright, fun, young kid on a skateboard who gets himself involved in something too big for him and is undeniably damaged by it. Tim isn't betrayed by someone the way Noah is, but he's kind of...betrayed by the narrative, in a way? Betrayed by the adventure that he thought he was getting. Too clever for his own good, but sometimes naive about people. Lowkey a mirror that lets people see whatever they want to see lol

(I don't see super clear parallels for anyone else lol but I did have a fun time with the thought of Damian as Blue (short/down to fight/has another family/environmentalist/kind of feels fundamentally alienated as someone who is not like everyone else/wears green))

#batfam #the raven cycle #this is so silly and i feel like these parallels are so based on my exact experience and yet also i feel them deep in my bones #meta #i guess if i did do this comparison with the titans #dick would be gansey #which would make jason helen LOL which is kinda of excellent by itself #but idk i just feel there could be something really interesting in an AU like this #it would need to be a same age AU lol but #maybe Dick is in a bad orphanage type thing like in robin annual #but without grown up bruce theres no one to get him out #bruce still saves him by being his friend though #dick and jason both have relationships with bruce and are suspicious of each other #but end up being super close by the end #I also feel Jason would throw Tim out a window which would be funny #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #cass cain

[lilac-udon]

au note

So as if you actually read my notes, i already have a lot for mari, I’m start structuring hero currently , it’s so hard because he is probably the most ooc character. In og I really don’t have much opinion on hero, just “he is too good to be true ”. Thats why in my draft he is more shady and felt completely different. I try much to keep in character but turn into hero being someone hypocritical(?) fake towards people. with mari, he is completely alone, so he is probably showing his true honest self, blahblah

It so hard to write him I need to consider too much aaaaaa

Old drafts- he was trying his best, he prioritize the best outcome, ended up somehow selfish but he cover up really good. A person that’s always working.

I said this au have heavy topic but why they all look like having fun because I imagine ,they somehow very childish when together bc they all longer

Sunny- doesn’t social much, he wasted most his life sleeping , so when he is free to have fun, he will act like a kid, even though his brain probably sort a lot of knowledge, he action sometimes clumsy

kel- he young and innocent , having fun , living life

Basil- man is mentally ill , childish act might just be coping mechanisms

Mari- loss memory, and changing times, she missed out all the innovation stuff, curious about learning and stuff

auby hero-uh the only responsible ones

I need to write a new Mari personality to match new hero personality , he secretly interacts with mari

Oh! Also I want to draw hero mari but I really don’t know how to draw hero

#there’s too much to list out nooooo nooooo #i just want to go back and think about my boring sunflower being together

[fabioquartararhoe]

lando is a disrespectful betch. send post.

#nah I'm tired #hahaha so funny #i was always like he young and blahblah #but then i remembered who i stan fabio... they are the same age and he was never disrespectful #he has more race wins and podiums that lando #two types of people #I'm not saying fabio is perfect but in comparison with lando he is #don't @ me bcs i don't care stan who tf you want #meli talks shit

[jrueships]

Omg this deebo serge video soooo long lol i need to write down my thoughts while it plays just so i don't forget plus deebos talking about blahblah rn now wait hold on he just put eazy e under.. bruh . well anyways so WHOAWTF!?!?? 24:48MINTUTES ????? I CANT WATCH ALLAT?? IM HALFWAY THRU MY PUDDING!!! well man wtf whatever man ANYWAYS imma just burp stuff here rq

Deebo entering five seconds in and admitting how he just wanted to look cool while on the show lol... he is so cute <3 'im on this wretched horrid little show TWO times and i did THIS wooow' and serge trying to embarrass him about it smh serge came to KILL

Deebo mentioning the spurs 🥰🥰🥰 love how deebo cherishes certain memories so much that he makes it a mission in his life to tell EVERYONE about them while reminiscing on all the details like it was just yesterday 😊😊 he may not remember how math works sometimes but he can CERTAINLY remind you of how kyle pouted in the middle of the court with the ball clenched in his angry lil arms !!!

But anyways more about the spurs because I am but a poor... delusional little spurs fan (who has NO idea whAT is going on with the wizards anymore... John wall brad divorce.. done for?? Ex reunion??? HATES*X?!??!? IDK!!!) .. i was KIINDA hoping the spur who showed deebo the Nigerian restaurant was KELDON and THAT was the start of their dad son bond... but no. It makes sense tho and it's rlly cute how much deebo hyped it up! We love a culturally conscious king ! Plus im sure if keldon took deebo to go to a restaurant, it'd probably be like... Texas roadhouse lmao let's be honest

Serge mentioning kyle OF course. Then later using him as trade leverage and demar IMMEDIATELY taking the bait 😭😭 they are HUSBANDS your honor. Demar 'kyle can't lice without me' darnell 'I WOULD TAKE A TEN PERCENT FIFTEEN PERCENT PAY CUT FOR KYLE!!!!!' Derozan. Deebo going back to the raptors no questions asked if kyle was there... him being the only factor there for him.. like YEAH of COURSE he love Fred n pascal! THEY HIS KIDS!! HIS LIL BROS!! But they all grown up now !!! It's THEY team now! And Yeah no matter what deebo n kyle will always be part of the culture, but you gotta admit change when it comes to you! Deebo was so young with his first team.. going back to the past is difficult when the goal in life is striving toward the future. Too shiny shoes to fill when the feet too big!!! Deebo's mentality is so !!! Yeah!

'Kyle is selfish they'd be no money if he there' LMFAO??? The way kyle is so demanding and deebo LOVES it. Laughing while he and serge call kyle stingy. And it makes sense too lol all them 'he's payin for dinner' hashtags. Kyle is here to get that BAG!!! and that's ok!!! Cus as long as deebo gets to be by his side, kyle can take all the money he WANTS! sugarbaby kyle..sugardaddy deeb-ANYWAYS serge being like 'why you do this to my people :(( why you turn them down!!' Then remembering, as a tumblrina connoisseur, that kyle exists and demar is gay so he goes "😏😏😏what is / Kyle / was on the clippers...?" All sly grinch face. Deebo answering SO fast with "I'D BE THERE. 10 15 percent pay cut, I'D BE THERE." arUgh.. the ROMANTICISM???? No matter what.. demar will Be There for kyle. All to sit on a porch together rocking in their creaky lil wooden chairs drinking lemonade while laughin in the sunset... they'd Be There. wAgh!! The KNIGHTISM of it all!!!

Serge asking demar for one annoying thing about himself then getting mad when deebo tells him LMAO???? Trying to defend himself???? 'I am PRO! I am pro for YOU!!!!' he just wanna impress yall smh deebo 😭 and deebo not even tryna sugarcoat it.. just straight up 'you sooooo slow when gettin ready serge' probably because he had to hear kyle complain about it so much back then. Floor general vs unmoveable object serge. I'm glad serge is on the bucks now because giannis rlly appreciates the tiny details about serge that serge manically wants people to notice. He belongs in the bucks clearly😭.. idk HOW many 'wakanda' jokes he had to take from pg.... but yeah giannis said in an interview like 'SERGE ALWAYS A L W A Y S IN THE GYM!! SO LONG! AT NIGHT TOO! AND MORNING!! THAT IS S O COOL :-D!!!' so I'm glad serge has someone that appreciates his snailspace !

I haven't even GOTTEN to the... infamous kyle phone call OR serge apparently exposing deebo for his music so.. let's watch

[mydarlingwitcher]

Jaskier bribes Geralt into coming to one of his classes to show some point about how life on the road blah blah blahblah and Geralt just sits in Jaskier's chair glaring at all the giggling students, one of them even calls him Mr. Pankratz on their way out

First of all, I need you to know that when I read this in bed last night I snorted so loudly at Mr. Pankratz! You genius, you.

I wanted to write a short drabble about it, because the idea is just so good (and we’re all in love with the professor!Jaskier art, right?), then it somehow snowballed into a 1k ficlet. Because I have no control over my brain. So now let’s slap a very dignified title on this thing and call it a day lmao

Professor Pankratz brings his himbo husband to class

Geralt surprises Jaskier by travelling back from Kaer Morhen a fortnight earlier than planned.

Of course, when asked, he simply states that they’ve had a mild winter and there was no sense in loitering inside the castle walls when he could have picked up a few contracts along the way.

“Naturally.” Jaskier agrees with a knowing smile. For once, he refrains from calling the witcher out on his bullshit. That’s one of his many ways to show Geralt that he missed him, being mindful of the man’s appreciation for quiet after a taxing journey.

Just like Geralt is always more prone to soft touches and casual gestures of affection, after he’s been away from his lover for so long. It’s the sweetest thing, really. Like the first bite of a warm pastry filled with jam.

And not even Jaskier, for all his lyrical prose and dewy-eyed emotions, could have imagined a future like that for the both of them. But against all odds, it works. Summers circle back to misty autumns, icy winters give way to springs and their bond grows fonder, steadier and all the more fiery for it.

The bard doesn’t say much that night, but he does draw a hot bath for Geralt and he scrubs his back, unknotting the tension in those broad shoulders with a nimble touch born of intimacy.

“Hmm, I needed that” Geralt murmurs once he’s drying his hair with a towel that smells like lavender. It means thank you, but also come here.

They tumble into bed together not one minute later. It’s been four months and they’re eager, so thrilled to stroke and lick and bite, to plunge and sink deeper.

They’ve dreamt of this so many times.

After, when the window is cracked open and the smell of sex blends with their languid breaths, Jaskier rolls over and slings an arm across Geralt’s flank to draw him closer.

“Come teach my class with me tomorrow.” He whispers in the witcher’s ear. He’s sporting a neatly trimmed beard these days, and it tickles Geralt’s neck in the most tempting way.

Geralt chuckles dryly, but the lack of an immediate quip tells him that Jaskier is serious. It’s a little scary how often they can read their minds by now.

“Don’t think so. You’re the teacher, Jask. I’ve got nothing to tell them.”

“But you’re the reason I’m still alive and teaching in the first place. Besides, you can just sit there, look pretty and answer some questions. My students have heard a lot about you, they’ll adore you.”

“Jaskier, no, you know I don’t-”

“If you say yes now, I won’t ask you for another three years.”

Geralt considers it as Jaskier nips at the nape of his neck. “Deal.”

How awkward can it be anyway, the witcher asks himself as they walk inside a small classroom on the following morning.

Pretty fucking awkward, as it turns out.

“Good morning, professor!” A couple of students pipe up, before a dozen pairs of young and excitable eyes zero in on the massive, leather-clad man standing next to their teacher. Even without his swords, there’s no mistaking who he is.

“Melitele, is that-”

“It’s Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier’s muse!” Someone hisses with unabashed glee.

Geralt glares at them, wide-eyed and scowling, and they stare back. Trust a bunch of green singers and poets in training to call him, a witcher of Kaer Morhen, a blasted muse to his face.

“Yes, we have an acclaimed guest with us today, and I’m expecting you all to be on your best behaviour.” Jaskier announces with a flourish of his hand and a smile that’s equal parts dazzling and menacing.

And fuck it if that doesn’t turn Geralt on a little.

But this is decidedly not the time for it, so he dumps all of Jaskier’s books and scrolls on the desk and he just sit there, feeling very much like he’s trapped in a Kikimore’s nest.

Meanwhile, Jaskier prompty busies himself with returning the lastest assignments, taking the time to bestow a comment or two on each student. It’s clear that his pupils hold him in high regard, but they’re not afraid to interact with him.

Geralt remembers a couple of tales about Jaskier’s education, and how literacy was beaten into him with a stick, to quote the bard. It’s a thought that sits uneasy in his stomach, even now. Which is why he feels a surge of admiration witnessing his lover in his element.

He’s not playing the lute yet, but he’s composing a symphony nevertheless, carefully guiding and encouraging every young man and woman.

Then he launches into a full analysis of an epic poem and the merits of adapting a story to the metrics of a contemporary ballad, talking fast but never rambling, and no one is staring at the witcher anymore.

Geralt crosses his arms and listens, his cool exterior still in place, though Jaskier can definitely tell he’s amused. He flashes him a smug smile.

The class soon nears its end and Jaskier goes to stand behind Geralt, placing a hand on his shoulder. A couple of students most definitely mask an aww with the turn of a page or a cough.

“Now, as you’ve been such lively listeners, let’s see if our guest would like to, um” He tilts his head and meets Geralt’s wary gaze, “Answer a few questions, absolutely not related to his personal life?”

Four hands shoot up immediately. Geralt groans.

The questions are actually nothing like he expects.

“Did you ever meet Filavandrel again? Would you say your advice had some influence on his decision to change the rules of succession?”

“Was your life any different during the plague?”

“How does it feel to have inspired many tales that will live on as popular folklore?”

Geralt does his damnedest to give passable answers using as few words as possible. He’s sure no one is very impressed, but if they’re disappointed, they don’t show it. Smart brats.

As soon as Jaskier declares that their time is up, he stands up in one fluid motion and he heads towards the door with a brief “Hm. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Pankratz!” A girl answers politely. That stops him dead in his tracks.

Mr. Pankratz?

“What the fuck, Jaskier.” He mutters as he turns around and fixes his lover with a stunned glare. The man throws his head back and chortles, and the whole classroom bursts into laughter after that.

Geralt doesn’t remember ever blushing for such a trivial thing. For a second, he’s legitimately hoping some monster will emerge from a dark corner and swallow him whole.

Jaskier teases him about it later, but not that much. And he more than makes up for it when he drags Geralt to his chambers.

All in all, Geralt doesn’t regret visiting him in Oxenfurt. Quite the opposite.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #gerlion #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #professor jaskier #geraskier ficlet #geraskier fandom #geraskier headcanon #a himbo and his sophisticated lover #this hashtag is stupid but it's staying #mydarlingwitcher

[felicityfiction]

[bulletproof glass part 2] part 1

jung yunho.

see, san and yunho are not strangers. at least, not to san.

choi san knows that jung yunho is in the same position as him. well, nearly

he’s not anyone important, a mere subordinate to a leader named kim hongjoong. according to what intelligence they have on hongjoong, jung yunho is something of a brother. but not being blood related, he has no chance of succeeding him as leader.

here’s another tidbit of information. jung yunho is what choi san would consider a coward. he cries too easily, hurts too openly and loves far, far too many. most of all, he hesitates to kill. not even a human, just a fly. jung yunho is a fish out of water in the realm of the mafias.

so actually, he’s nothing like san. san, who feels at home with a pistol in his bedside drawer, a dagger under his pillow, and a burning desire to cause pain and agony.

if choi san was bulletproof, then jung yunho was glass.

when choi san sees jung yunho for the second time in his life, he’s standing at his father’s side, facing down hongjoong,who looks far too pleased with himself.

“our territory, choi. you’re intruding. we still have rules here, you know.”

san doesn’t like that they’re meeting in hongjoong’s territory. his father’s choice of guard was sparse. himself, seonghwa and eden. of course, there was an armoured vehicle waiting five feet from where they stood, but in a gunfight, five feet was impossible to cross. san’s arrogance is hereditary.

but still, choi san is not afraid. he’s alert, aware of the five guards behind hongjoong, each armed with hand guns and knives. they stand ramrod straight behind their leader, eyes darting left and right, as if san’s father could pull an army of assassins out of thin air to unleash upon them. san smirks. newbies

he could take them down blindfolded with one hand.

“a small mistake, kim. our runner went off course. please, accept my sincere apologies. i guarantee it will not happen again.” sarcasm drips from san’s father’s words, and san finds himself amused. “we brought replacement goods. i’m sure you’ll find them up to standard.” he snaps his fingers and san moves towards hongjoong.

all at once, there are five guns trained on him, and he laughs. “relax, boys. i won’t touch your leader.” not here, anyway.

he drops the box a few meters from hongjoong’s feet with a mock bow. he sees the leader’s eyebrows raise in amusement, and san thinks that perhaps him and hongjoong could get along in another universe. “this one has some bite, choi.”

san retreats back to his father’s side, satisfied that he captured the attention of hongjoong. of course, you’d have to be blind not to be at least intrigued by choi san.

“of course. he’s mine.”

that’s unexpected. san’s identity usually wasn’t revealed unless absolutely necessary. you know, to prevent the target on his back from growing bigger. evidently, san’s father doesn’t think that hongjoong poses any real threat. san begs to differ, because he sees something in hongjoong’s eyes sharpen.

“don’t be a fool, kim.” the warning is glaring. the closest san has gotten to paternal affection in his lifetime were the times that his father warded off threats to his life. how fun.

“never, choi. i wouldn’t underestimate yours.”

san’s father clicks his tongue, and turns on his heels. “the songs, they could be out to get us next. i heard the leader just died, and new one is fiesty, doesn’t know how to respect the order. might need to put out a little warning. i’ll be in touch.”

“see you around, choi.”

san’s father halts in his steps, a grin slinking onto his face. “by the way, kim. i thought your little brother preferred to stay indoors, away from any potential violence? why, he looks rather comfortable out here with a gun in his hands, don’t you think? might consider training him.”

immediately, hongjoong’s voice becomes harsher. “he’ll do what he wants, choi. i don’t need your opinions.”

san, still facing him, sees the man directly behind hongjoong stiffen at his father’s words. bingo

“of course, of course. it’s just that he’s rather precious, isn’t he?” san’s father taps his heel against the floor as a form of goodbye, and strolls out of the warehouse with eden trailing behind him.

san thinks that there’s nothing hongjoong would like more than to put a bullet in his father’s back. the thought cracks him up.

he does a once over of the man behind hongjoong. he’s quite a bit taller than san, and he looks like if he worked out a bit more, he could be intimidating. but of course, his face was his downfall. he had eyes that were much too big to look intimidating, and perhaps the softest facial features san had ever seen in his life. he fidgets in his place, eyes downcast.

“bet you can’t wait for your old man to kick the bucket so you can gain power, huh?”

san laughs, a light tinkling laugh that seonghwa has learned to mean imminent danger. “i don’t need him to be dead to take power, hongjoong.” the leader’s first name rolls off his tongue smoothly, pulling hongjoong down and forcing him to see san as an equal. the man behind hongjoong looks up, and san winks.

jung yunho visibly pales, and san’s decided he’s had enough fun for tonight.

he stalks off after his father with a wave, pleased that he’s made an impression on the kim leader that was not to be forgotten.

in the car, seonghwa looks troubled, glancing at san several times while fisting his hands in his shirt.

“what now?” san can’t be bothered with any of seonghwa’s nagginess today. it’s probably something to do with maintaining amicable relations and knowing his place, blahblah. if anything, san just earned hongjoong’s respect.

“nothing.” any other time, san would pry, because he could. but today, he takes seonghwa’s flimsy excuse and relaxs into his seat.

the first time choi san sees jung yunho, he’s sixteen, and been permitted to sit in on meetings with his father for the first time.

hongjoong has come to declare himself the new leader of his group, as per tradition. san’s father accepts, because he’s really not that interested in the kims territory, seeing as it’s much smaller than their own.

san barely notices the boy behind hongjoong who shakes in his shoes. he does notice when hongjoong reaches out a hand to rest it on the boy’s shoulder. a form of comfort, san muses.

weakness.

san is sure this boy would be the downfall of kim hongjoong. but then hongjoong is gone after signing some contracts that continue their fragile alliance, taking the boy out of the room and out of san’s mind.

he learns the boy’s name.

“kim hongjoong has an achilles’ heel, i see.” twirling a cigarette between his fingers, san’s father looks thoughtfully at his advisor. “who is that?”

“jung yunho, sir. a childhood friend. perhaps a brother,of sorts. nothing to be worried about.”

“oh, i’m the opposite of worried. he’s leverage. might come in handy one day, who knows?”

jung yunho. the name means nothing to san.

the third time san sees jung yunho, it’s at his favourite cafe.

the boy is sipping a pink smoothie, eyes focused on a laptop in front of him, fingers flying over the keyboard.

san wonders why he remembers him so easily.

he looks young. far too pure for what san knows he’s involved in. he looks much more at ease among the normal population, dressed in a hoodie emblazoned with the insignia of seoul university.

a student. how peculiar, seeing as there’s really no need for him to be worried about finding a job.

if san didn’t know better, he’d think that yunho looked rather cute.

“hello.”

mental note 1: jung yunho startles easily. the smoothie nearly topples over onto his laptop, and he fumbles around to straighten the cup.

“don’t look so scared. i’m not here to do anything.” san spreads his hands in a gesture of peace, disregarding the dagger hidden in his boot, of course.

“what do you want?”

mental note 2: jung yunho tries very hard to be scary.

“nothing. just thought i’d come and chat.”

“like we have anything to chat about.” yunho’s posture becomes guarded, and he has a hand wrapped around his phone, ready to dial for someone to come get him in case san attacked him. which was a ridiculous notion, because they were in public, and san would prefer not to get banned from this cafe. they have very good coffee.

“you’re rather interesting, jung yunho.” san drops his voice to a whisper, leaning in closer across the table as yunho shrinks back, eyes wide. “a member of the korean mafia and the seoul university basketball team, i see. odd combination, wouldn’t you think?”

yunho shuts his eyes momentarily, and opens them to find san’s blazing irises staring directly into his. he feels vulnerable, like choi san was trespassing into his soul. “i don’t think that’s really any of your business. go away.”

san leans back, bringing his coffee to his lips. how cute, he can’t curse.

“i’m choi san. i think we’ll be seeing each other around, darling.” san leaves yunho gaping after him, his grip on his phone now slack, but his heart is beating erratically fast.

seonghwa is waiting outside the cafe, and once again, worry graces his friend’s features.

“who-“

“seonghwa, you’re going to age prematurely if you keep frowning like that. there’s nothing to worry about.”

“why were you fraternising with kim hongjoong’s brother?”

san chuckles. seonghwa was always so dramatic. “i wasn’t fraternising. i was being friendly. we’ll probably be meeting more often, and it’s nice to have a few familiar faces, don’t you think?”

“like you would be friendly, choi san.”

“you wound me.” san tosses his car keys at seonghwa and clambers into the backseat of his car. “don’t think i didn’t notice, seonghwa. you seem like you know kim hongjoong, more than my father does.”

seonghwa has to swallow his shock, but san sees the tightening of his grip on the steering wheel. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“sure, seonghwa. i believe you. i always do.”

san chews on his straw, and unknowingly makes another mental note.

he wants to see jung yunho again.

the first time seonghwa sees jung yunho, it’s a photo on a tablet, five days before they meet hongjoong in the warehouse.

“of course, you can’t tell him yet. we’re still trying to decide the method. that’d break the rules.” seonghwa nods his understanding, but his heartbeat pounds in his ears.

he’s san’s initiation. hongjoong can’t hurt us over him, not unless he wants a war that he can’t win.

#ateez yunho #ateez #fanfic #kpop #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #yunsan #mafia au

[dahniwitchoflight]

Candy 15-17

Alright I know this is supposed to be sad but this feel so ridiculous it’s funny

“He ventures a glance at Dave, who is at the front of the line carrying a smaller casket containing Dirk’s decapitated head. “

why is there a seperate casket for the head, that’s not what funeral homes do xD

“It would be absurd were it not so tragic, and possibly also predictable.” 

“He looks at Dirk’s casket, sitting diagonally in a hole in the floor and popped about 13% of the way open.”

That’s a strangley specific number

Am I to take the imagery of something being diagonal as imagery for a “4″ and then complete it with the 13 to make 413?

Cuz is so, that’s heavy handed and ridiculous probably just as Dirk intended

“ROXY: and give it over to someone whos way more eloquent than me

Dave gets to his feet”

right because Dave is always so eloquent when it comes to delicate emotional matters lol

I don’t know why I’m finding this all so hilarious instead of tragic, maybe because it’s so melodramatic and in a way that feels scripted specifically by Dirk himself

ah, 3 quarters 

3 1/4′s

413 backwards now

“or even worse that he was somehow cosmically fated to become that person no matter what he wanted or did to prevent it “

I’m noticing more and more every time the phrase Cosmically fated is used in some form of Homestuck media its always bringing to mind ideas of Doc Scratch, like he’s the one who said it actually or it’s said in reference to him

so, +1 point to DS = DS again

“Gamzee:  I may not be all up and learned about his life, but I’ve got deep spirital connections to his death.”

yeah you sure do, and we’re not even talking about his decapitation right now aren’t we Gamzee?

This is actually a really solid point that the day “Dirk” died was the day his ultimate self got poisoned through the unholy merger that is Lord English/Caliborn/Gamzee/AR/Equius

So he’s probably been a bastard ever since Lord English started existing, which I mean “I am already here” blahblah means Dirk was very likely like this from the start potentially, but he was probbaly only really a bastard ever since Arquis got sucked into Caliborn/Gamzee

“GAMZEE: ThIs WaS nO cOiNcIdEnCe. It WaS a HiGhEr PoWeR gUiDiNg My PaTh.

GAMZEE: tHeSe PoWeRs MaDe SuRe ThAt I wOuLd Be ThErE, tO rEcEiVe A gReAt WaRrIoR’s FiNaL mEsSaGe, AnD rElAy It To YoU oN tHiS dArK aNd DrEaRy DaY oF dEaTh.

GAMZEE: HoNk!

The clown thrusts his hand somewhere beneath the waistband of his pants and starts obscenely rooting around. He retrieves a piece of paper, crumpled and soaked from the rain outside, and attempts to smooth it out over the lectern. The wet paper breaks apart immediately beneath his oafish clown paws.

GAMZEE: AwWw, ShIzZ. i GuEsS i’Ve GoT tO uP aNd WiNg It!”

yeah that note was probably the last shredded remnants of good dirk since there’s literally no reason to leave a sentimental note like that for his friends, makes sense Gamzee was guided by “a higher power” to grab it and make sure it gets relayed more like ruined to his friends

“KARKAT: THAT WAS HALF A HUNDRED WORDS TO EXPRESS A THREE LETTER SENTIMENT.

KARKAT: I’D SAY HE’S DOING FINE.”

What? How does “I’d say he’s doing fine” translate into “a three letter statement”?

Are they just hamfisting in the threes now or what?

“DAVE: i dunno dude thats

DAVE: a little fucked up actually

JOHN: you think so?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: dirk was a complicated guy

DAVE: dude obviously had reasons for doing what he did

DAVE: if you go back and just rewrite his decision

DAVE: thats like denying him his personal autonomy

JOHN: huh. i... didn’t think about it that way.“

Yeah if only they’d realize that what Dirk needs is a huge heaping helping of someone pushing back against his dumb decisions for once

Gotta give it to John though, he’s struggling against this drugged up haze so hard, he knows getting married to Roxy isn’t right and tries to think about that

but then he gets caught up in the drugged up candy haze and starts giggling, yeah you guys are gonna be happy alright, happy in a nice little drugged up stupor

lampshaded by John still reaching out to terezi despite being at his human wedding

Aww, trolls don’t have a concept of weddings? well, that makes sense but still

oh man it just keeps happening, this is supposed to be the story where John and Roxy get their love story, but all were actually getting is the faded echoes of what should have been which is apparently John and Terezi

oh god, Jane, jane why did Gamzee have to be your third partner, what the fuck even

I don’t wanna think about Gamzee about in relationships nope this is where I start getting uncomfortable

confirmed jade attempting Blackrom with Karkat, that’s interesting, and she’s bad at it too meaning she must not really have an interest in it

oh wow, she’s really just doing it because she thinks its what Karkat would want isnt she? Girl really is just desperate for love

“Three months later, John is still thinking about his last conversation with Terezi.”

See, this is how you know the JohnRoxy relationship is doomed/not meant to be

John Egbert, lover of Con Air and Nic Cage, has a loving wife and (probably) daughter and NOT ONCE has this narrative shown them OR made the joke, we just absolutely passed over the whole wedding and birth event in one fell swoop of unrequited feelings jam with another woman

Why is Roxy praying? That’s such a weird thing to drop as a small detail, who would she even be praying too?

“What’s bugging him about it is that Roxy didn’t seem to have any suggestions of her own.”

Yeah relationships built on social chameleon-ing aren’t happy for the chameleon either

Yeah John, little bit late to be having this sudden realization that you didn’t actually solve the problem (LE) by running away from it, even if everyone else has accepted that version of events

“ JOHN: you gave me a list of instructions and told me that i had to use my retcon powers to go back to a very specific point in time to defeat lord english when he was still just a kid. “

*THEORY INCOMING KILL BILL SIRENS ACTIVATE*

Wait, is that what Rose said at the beginning? No it isn’t, I remember the bit about John has to go back inside canon and defeat Lord English, I don’t think the method was ever fully explained though, nor the idea that he had to defeat him as a kid, it was never said he had to go back in time, just go back to canon

and that’s not what happened in the Meat timeline either! Nobody went back in time to defeat Caliborn when he was a kid, they just had the big showdown with LE exactly the way Rose is describing that went horribly wrong

this is practically screaming NEITHER Meat or Candy is the true version of events 

Actually yeah, defeating Caliborn really IS the way this should be settled, because it’s also the way that Dirk get saved as well, can’t get his ultimate self tainted if the taint is destroyed before it ever comes into contact with him

also im rereading the prologue now, it’s is NEVER explicitly said that John has to go and defeat lord english’s child form!

She said “you have to go back to canon to defeat LE” NOT go back in time to defeat caliborn

and “you can’t recklessly attack his hulking adult form without the house juju”

not “you can’t attack him as an adult at all” but “you can do that WITHOUT the juju” and describes it being used in the same way that Vriska ended up doing in Meat

yeah, she never mentions any plan to defeat him as a child in the prologue, which probably means Rose only saw a vision of his defeat as an adult as well

It’s gonna be JOHN who gets the idea to go back and kill him as a kid, because that’s how he understood Rose’s instructions!

But this is great, everything is vaguely worded enough that it COULD be applied to a fight against a young caliborn too! but just hasn’t yet!

What if you take the empty cursor and fill it with a young caliborn? instead of unleashing a full one against an adult LE? which proves to be pretty useless in the long run despite Rose’s apparent clouded vision?

Rose even says herself its only purpose is as an empty vessel meant to be filled by something, talk about totally understanding yet missing the point, this is probably what she meant by being unable to see any path beyond the meat or candy routes, she couldnt see the possibility of using the juju on caliborn before everything goes down just like how it was used on John and friends to trap them in there in Meat!

It’s Caliborn’s destined time out spot! Removing him from Canon and from being able to influence it without needing to kill someone who technically hasnt done bad things yet but absolutely will in the future solving the baby adolf problem with Caliborn

Oh man, what if they even trick Caliborn on using it against himself? talk about an earthbound reference, defeat Gigyas (LE) by tricking Pokey (Caliborn)  to trap himself in the "Absolutely Safe Capsule” (House JuJu)

Oh man back on the Candy train though John’s having an absolute breakdown, being infused with that canon retcon power seems to be the only thing preserving his ability to care about stuff beyond this happy drugged up paradise

Earth C has become Homestuck’s Ba Sing Se

“ He braces himself, as if splashing an imaginary glass of cold water in his own face, and reminds himself once again that he has a wonderful life. A perfect life. He’s HAPPY, god damn it.”

You really aren’t John, this is very clear, dousing yourself with some more Void to try and drown that out ain’t helping

#Homestuck #Meat or Candy

[krreader]

diamond maknae | family drama.

pairing: ot7 x maknae!reader (platonic) ; jessi x reader (platonic) fandom: bts ; mentions of nct warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts!reader ; language genre: angst ; fluff other: (for other diamond maknae content, please check out my masterlist for original stories)

summary: they only meant well, you knew that, but sometimes it was just.. hard to see it that way.

a/n: yeeeah, the angst was real, but then jessi saved the day hahaha. hope you enjoy it ♥

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It's not like you were the only girl idol with a dress like this, okay? Your friends, the ones you were talking to right now in fact, they were all dressed like this. They all looked sexy.

Yet, it only seemed to be a problem when the person wearing something like this was you.

And the only people that had a problem with it, were your seven brothers.

“What are you doing?” you asked, still laughing from what your friend had said as Taehyung draped his jacket over your shoulders.

“Nothing.. just wear it.”

“No, I'm alright, thanks.”

“It's cold.. please wear it,” he tried again, this time with a smile.

“I'm good, seriously,” you pushed the jacket off and handed it back to him, returning your attention back to your friends.

Taehyung walked back over to his brothers and sighed, “I tried, you guys..”

“Let me,” Jeongguk took off his jacket, trying to do the same exact thing, “Here.. looks good on you,” he smiled sweetly.

“Does it? I think it looks better on you, to be honest.”

“No, on you,” he wanted to be as sweet as possible, hoping that his smile would convince you to just wear a fucking jacket.

But you weren't like the others and you never had been. You saw straight through him like you always did and did the same thing as you had done before.

“I'm glad you're looking out for my fashion style, but I really don't want to wear it, right now.”

And with that, the second defeated brother walked back towards the rest of Bangtan.

“She's so fucking stubborn,” Namjoon brushed his hand through his hair.

“We should just let her be for now.. she's just talking to girls now anyways.”

But maybe Jin shouldn't have said that. Saying it out loud had jinxed it, because a moment later, some NCT guys walked over to you, smiling at not just you, but the other girls as well.

Yeah, everyone was having a great time.

Everyone, but your brothers.

“What was that about letting her be?” Jimin asked with a sigh.

“I'll try,” Hoseok made his way across the room and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you with him.

“What are you doing?”

“There's something wrong with your dress. I think it ripped.”

“What?” you immediately started to panic, mostly because you were afraid that you had run around with a ripped dress the entire evening.

And Hoseok's plan worked perfectly, because a moment later, you were in another room with only your brothers.

“So.. about that dress,” Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Can you fix it? I don't have anything else to wear,” you tried to see where the ripped spot was, but to no prevail.

“I could call your manager. Maybe she could bring some jeans and a hoodie,” Namjoon said with a smile.

“Jeans and a hoodie? To a party?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jimin shrugged with a grin, “It could still look cool. You always make everything look cool.”

You stared from one face into the other, some smiling, others clearly being nervous and uncomfortable.

They were lying. That’s the only reason some of them would be uncomfortable. Because they hated lying to you.

“Guys... did my dress really rip?” and then all of them started talking at the same time, trying to find an excuse for why they had said that. Until you raised your hands and let out a humorless laugh, “I can't fucking believe this. You're so overprotective, it's fucking my mind, seriously.”

“We're just trying to look out for you!” Jin said in a soft tone.

“No. You're treating me like I'm a little baby who doesn't know what she's doing. What I'm wearing, what I'm doing, who I'm talking to and who I'm seeing is none of your fucking business. This is my life. Do you understand that? Mine. Not yours.”

“We just don't want you to get hurt, love,” Taehyung said, trying that same tone that Jin had used, “As your brothers, we...-”

“But you're not!” you screamed, being so fucking angry right there, tears from how angry you were glistening in your eyes already, “You're not my fucking brothers! You're seven overprotective guys who have made it their mission to ruin everything for me!”

The room was filled with silence. Complete and utter silence, as all seven of them looked at you with the most hurt faces you had ever seen.

But you were just so upset yourself, that you couldn't care about that right now.

You pushed them aside and ran out, now full on sobbing, while the rest of them still stood there motionlessly.

“We're not her brothers,” Jeongguk repeated weakly, “Did.. did she really mean that?”

Namjoon was the first to clear his voice and smile again, even if it was hard and probably a bit fake, “Just.. give her some time. She'll come around again. She just needs to calm down.”

They did give you time. Mostly because they didn't know where you were, even if they tried looking for you.

Because, yes, they were worried again.

The one that did find you, was actually Jessi. Much to your surprise, actually.

“Baby girl, what happened?” she immediately sat down next to you on the stairs, wrapping one arm around you.

“They suck. They fucking suck. All seven of them.”

It wasn't hard to figure out who you were talking about, but Jessi and you were close. Closer than you were with most others. She knew about the problems you were sometimes having with the rest of Bangtan.

“What did they do?”

“It's always the same bullshit. They say they try to protect me, but I'm not a baby anymore.. I can take care of myself.”

A small smile spread on her face, maybe even a proud one to hear you say that.

“Sweetheart, I know this is probably not what you want to hear right now, but.. do you know how lucky you are to have them?”

“You're right. It's not what I want to hear,” you wiped your tears away.

“So many people get used in this industry. They get mistreated. Especially us girls. Yet, you are the only girl idol I know that never had to deal with this kind of stuff. And do you want to know why? Because your brothers would never let that happen. That's why they're so protective of you. They don't trust people and for good reasons too. Everyone walks into this industry as a naive, young person and walks out as someone completely different, often just a shell of a person. They know, (Y/N). They know the shadow sides and they don't want you to experience it.”

“I appreciate what you're saying, really,” you turned your head, your eyes and nose feelings red and swollen, “But what does that have to do with them desperately trying to baby me? Try to get me to change my outfit for example? Like what's so bad about me showing a bit of skin?”

“Same reason, hun. They're just scared someone might use you. Don't you think some boy idols would love to get their hands on you? For clout? Imagine the headlines: 'Blahblah and (Y/N) from BTS dating?'. And well, if you dress like this, there are bound to be more and more people who get interested in you.”

“You.. you think someone would use me?”

“Babe, I know some would,” she cupped your cheeks, “You're pretty, famous and intelligent. Any guy would be stupid to pass up the opportunity to date you and if they get more famous in the process as well, that's the jackpot. Your brothers aren't doing this because they want to baby you, but because they're scared. In all honesty, I think you're the most important person to them next to their actual families.”

God and you had screamed at them that they weren't your real brothers.

“Great.. now I feel even worse because I yelled at them,” your face dropped into your hands, but Jessi only rubbed over your back with a chuckle.

“Come on. Let's go and find them. I don't think they'll be angry. Probably just worried that you ran off with some guy,” she full on laughed as you both got up, “Imagine their faces when I show up with you.”

“I don't know.. I think sometimes they think I'm a lesbian, so they'd probably end up interrogating you as well.”

And with her arm around your shoulder, you went to find your band members again..

..no.

You went to find your brothers.

#bts imagine #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #jessi x reader #jessi imagine #requests

[twelveswood]

Nia x Zenos

A+: OTPA: I love itB: It’s really cuteC: Not a bad shipD: I’m neutral on itE: I don’t really like itF: NOTPN/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

*BIG DRAMATIC SIGH* when I said I was trying to give you something surprising that you hadn’t really thought about, I DIDN’T MEAN LIKE THIS. 

Okay, so. Most of you probably don’t know who Nia is. He is Ahru’s twin brother, and the long outcasted Male Heir to the Hiraeth’s healing magics. You probably know more about Hiraeth stuff than Nia himself, cuz @ishgard is great at making very informative interesting posts about clan stuff. But in summary - Ahru was always meant to be “The One” in regards to taking up the mantle and she displayed no magical capabilities when they were young, whereas Nia. A boy. Did. And no one wants a Boy leading their clan. So he was more or less ostracized for being male, while Ahru was ostracized for not being what the prophecy foretold. A lot of mess in the childhood years.

Nia, though, was never meant to be a Warrior of Light, and more or less just took care of the clan that didn’t like him, eventually being gay and running off and taking on different sorts of magic (ast, mainly) and blahblahblah him and Ahru reunite, blahblah, it’s great they love each other, blah.

I have Absolutely No Concept of how he and Zenos would meet, unless…. I mean he does travel to the steppes with his surprise bf so I mean. I guess. They could have met somewhere somehow, in Orthard. to what end I have no idea. He’s not… special. I mean, he’s a prodigious healer, but that can only be put to practice in dire situations. I don’t think Zenos would bat an eye at him as any sort of worthy rival. Which is all Zenos wants.

Now if they met… idk, during SB times when Zeno’s was relevant, I imagine his only interest in Nia would be his relation to Ahru. Though we never play the two of them together much anymore (I mean we barely did to begin with, I very distinctly remember her running him out to Mor Dhona to get his swimsuit so he could be a slutty boy way back when I first made him, and that’s about the extent of my recollection of them ‘playing together’) I imagine they make a phenomenal team - Ahru has since awakened to her magic and all that, but Nia is a born, bred, and studied healer, giving Ahru the opportunity to shine and do what she does best which is fite. So maybe… Zenos would have Nia kidnapped or something, to see what it would drive Ahru to do. Maybe he might take interest in Nia’s disposition - as strong as he seems soft. But beyond like, torture porn, there’s not much there for me. 

#ishgard #THANKS WEIRDO #i mean genuinely thank you of course #it's nice to have anyone prompt me to talk about my characters #even if you know pretty much all there is to know about them already #nia'to #zenos yae galvus

[redscullyrevival]

Kristie’s Favorite Anime of 2018

Here are the (overall) transcripts of my end of the year audio posts covering my favorite anime experiences of 2018. All audio can be located on podbean but tumblr is typically more receptive to the written word and I’m still learning how to do audio levels and editing; it makes sense if people rather read my goofy thoughts!

So starting from the bottom and working our way up to number one, here is my #1 top pick, my favorite anime of 2018!:

Megalo Box Directed by Yō Moriyama From TMS Entertainment

Megalo Box is the 50th anniversary project for Tomorrow's Joe which is a boxing manga written by Ikki Kajiwara and illustrated by Tetsuya Chiba. When it was published in 1968 Tomorrow's Joe really struck a cord with Japan's youth and the working class and the character of Joe has gone on to become a pop culture symbol of sacrifice and work, representative of the strength of the downtrodden and disenfranchised. 

1968 was the start of many grass roots movements in Japan, that year alone saw hundreds of student protests against nuclear-power; US occupation; Vietnam, government and educational corruption; economic imbalance, it was a time of campus rebellions and smaller towns and prefectures pushing back against big companies, against societal standards of success and happiness, and it was done violently.

Tomorrow's Joe, a story about a wandering juvenile named Joe struggling in the slums of Tokyo who takes up boxing to survive, captured and expressed the frustrated feelings of the lower classes and dissatisfied student bodies in it's time. Every iteration of the story that's been told, four films three tv shows, has tried to adjust to contemporary emotions while maintaining it's core idea on fighting truth to power.   

Megalo Box absolutely accomplishes this and hot damn it does it in a cool fucking way!

Megalo Box takes place in a futuristic setting but relies on telling it's story through the aesthetics and visual cues of the past. All the boxers wear "gear", a metal framework attached to their arms which makes their attacks more lethal, and there is a made up science and technology and blahblah it's futuristic! It's not high science fiction but it's not today and now. You get it.

Junk Dog is a young man in the megalo box illegal underground making money by throwing fights as directed to him by his partner Nanbu. Junk Dog is not satisfied with his existence. He's poor, doesn't have a name, doesn't have citizenship, doesn't have control over if he wants to win a fight or not. One night he comes across the leader of the Shirato Group who is the big company behind megalo boxing and they've just announced a open tournament called Megalonia where if you place in the rankings no matter what you'll get a shot at the belt. Junk Dog picks a fight with Shirato's bodyguard who happens to be of course a world class Megalo Boxer named Yuri - they don't get around to fighting but the encounter changes both of them and instills a transformative, and yeah I'm saying it I don't care, romantic rivalry within them and we go from there. 

Nanbu and Junk Dog fake citizenship to enter the tournament, they find backing, help, and a tangled web of training, money, hardship, corruption, self perseverance and self preservation takes off.

This is a really good show. Every week my husband Lee and I were just - we were dying to get around to this show we needed that new episode BAD. There is so much that is good and enjoyable and engaging about this incredibly dense and layered sports anime, it's almost overwhelming to talk about. Who am I that I can explain in a mere 15 minutes what Megalo Box accomplishes and does so wonderfully, ya know?! 

Megalo Box is a series that, as I briefly mentioned before, relies on a very distinct era of anime storytelling; this series looks and feels like something you found in the back of Blockbuster in their one row of anime. 

Like, you'd find Meglao Box between the one of each VHS copies of Appleseed and Kite that every Blockbuster ever had - this series, very specifically, not only perfectly emulates and bottles the designs and animation strengths of popular anime from the late 80s to the late 90s (things like Wicked City, Bubblegum Crisis, Gunbuster, Evangelion, Trigun, and Cowboy Bebop) but Megalo Box successfully sells itself as that found gem, as that personal awe inspiring experience of being lucky enough to come across something, try it, and be blown away...

And I know that sounds kind of kooky, but I lived through that era of anime; Megalo Box's choices to de-rez it's footage, to add graininess, to do tightly cropped sequences as though the aspect ratio has been adjusted from an original format, is not lost on me or I imagine anyone who did the work trying to access anime before the days of DVDs, streaming, and simulcasts - here in the English speaking world and in Japan. That experience is more universal than one would assume; it's a nostalgic kick that visually defines this show and works magnificently well in creating shorthand world building. It's easy for me to get behind anything the show does because I already know this kind of show, which again I know sounds crazy or silly but I really believe that that's what Megalo Box was going for.

I 100% think anyone younger than me or not even an anime fan can pick up this series and be entertained and get really into it because, it's again, really good: But that doesn't mean the series isn't trying to recall a very particular time frame of storytelling trends and character work. This series is absolutely doing that and I'm bring it up because I want that to be highlighted and known, 'cause it's fantastic!

It is the visual presentation that carries the bulk of this series through it's more generic turns. We all know a boxing story, because it's always the same story, but Megalo Box utilizes it's biggest advantage over it's live action counter parts by injecting it's world with a visual coding that creates a new experience that feels familiar, that feels known, which doesn't hurt it's commonalities with other boxing stories but enhances them towards new personal spaces with it's audience. Which is, uhh, very cool.

Megalo Box is gripping from the very start, it builds and grows in it's layers of depth and character work, it can make you cry AND want to learn to throw a punch; the dance between the show and viewer is so good! Haha, I'm having a hard time explaining what I mean in this regard, but if you've experienced Megalo Box you know what I'm trying to say.

Megalo Box feels personal, it feels reflective of our hardest struggles, of anyone's fight. And that's the hallmark of the pop culture imprint of Tomorrow's Joe, of the strength and legacy of this franchise and why it's still making the rounds; it's an underdog story that moves beyond just wanting to see someone win but one that latches onto you and won't let go, Joe's wins become your wins and rooting for him creates a form of self belief. AND it looks and sounds cool as hell!

Megalo Box impressed me and delighted me every step of the way and by the time we got to that last episode - I can't even begin to explain the tension that was in my house! Lee and I just... After a while our engagement to the show became verbal. During a fight lee would mutter "Get up!" and I'd go "oh jesus" and we'd say stuff like "get him" be giving advice and like, that's pretty intense. To be so in it you're involuntarily responding in an attempt to direct events? That's not something that happens usually happens to me and it happen more and more as the episodes went on that by the end we were both very literally on the edge of our seats hands covering our faces as though in prayer. 

So.

Megalo Box is it for me! It's the years winner, by total knock out.  

#Megalo Box #Kristie’s Favorite Anime of 2018 #anime

[inanauthorsworld]

tips to make your prose sound better

...without making it sound flowery.

As writers, a big struggle is trying to make prose pretty without making the mistake of making it ‘flowery’, or overly poetic and very unfitting with the words around it. I’m in no place to give advice about making writing poetic, but here are some tips for making it sound better!

1) Don’t use passive voice.

If you’re a newer writer or not that into technical stuff, you might be very confused, but passive voice is when an object is effected by something rather than something affecting the object. For example, ‘The ball was hit by the cat’ is in passive voice while ‘The cat hit the ball’ is active voice. 

Why should you avoid passive voice? It adds more words than necessary, it takes the focus away from the person doing the action, and it slows pacing. The only time it would be better to use is when the subject is the main focus of a scene. 

For example, if someone is being manhandled in a horror scene, maybe, you could say “Her arm was pulled by the man” instead of “The man pulled her arm’’, but I personally try to never use passive voice.

2) Don’t use past perfect tense.

This is another nit-picky thing that only writers care about, but it does make a difference. Just because an average reader doesn’t know what past perfect is doesn’t mean they won’t realize the writing is off.

Past perfect is when you say ‘I had said’ instead of ‘I said’. It adds an unnecessary amount of extra words if you do it throughout the story. It doesn’t change the meaning of a sentence and it just adds clutter or ‘fluff’ to the story that does not need to be there. It’s very small, but try to compare your manuscript that uses past perfect versus not using it. It sounds cleaner, flows better, and keeps pacing steady.

3) Use the same tense throughout a story.

Yet again, average readers won’t notice this, but they can notice when something is odd. If you start a story in past tense, don’t switch to present tense halfway through. If you start a story in present tense but the second paragraph is past tense (and it isn’t a flashback or retelling anything), then it’s inconsistent. It doesn’t flow as nicely as writing in the same tense.

Of course, as all things in creative writing, this does have exceptions. If you’re writing a flashback or telling backstory, it should be in past tense, even if your story as a whole isn’t, but in general scene prose, don’t. 

An example of what not to do is, “She says ‘hi’ to him. He said ‘hi’ back.”

4) Don’t info-dump.

This is an obvious one, of course. Info-dumping is when an author tells the entire backstory in normal chapter prose instead of using a prologue or letting it come up organically.

Info-dumping is seen as bad in the writing community, and there’s a reason for that. Not only is it hard to retain information when you hear it all at one, but it also slows pacing and adds fluff. Just... don’t.

5) Avoid -ing verbs.

This is a technical thing and one I haven’t seen talked about. I saw it in a ShealinWrites video on YouTube, and since then I’ve avoided them and my writing has sounded so much better.

Since this isn’t something I came up with, I don’t know exactly why this sounds so bad, but it does.

Of course, you have to use -ing verbs sometimes, but use them less than verbs ending in ‘s’.

For example, “She walks into the room and says, ‘Blahblah’.” sounds nicer than “ ‘Blahblah,’ She says, walking into the room.”

It actually doesn’t sound too bad typing it out once, but when you use -ing verbs, it leads to the use of them more and more. The build-up of them sounds ugly.

6) Avoid long, uncommon, difficult words.

A lot of young writers make this mistake. When I first started writing, I did this a lot. I would use big words to try to sound more mature or advanced, but this is a bad idea. If a reader sees a word they haven’t seen before, it will take them out of the story for a minute. One of my biggest pet-peeves is when I’m reading and I see a word I haven’t seen and have to Google. You lose that immersion.

Of course, some words are good and better than simple words, but you shouldn’t be using lists of ‘Top 10 Pretty Words You Never Heard’ or a thesaurus for every adjective.

7) Don’t try to sound poetic in uncalled for situations.

Of course, sometimes it’s good to try to make your writing sound nice, but don’t do it when it doesn’t make sense for the scene.

If you’re writing slasher horror and in the middle of a violent axe murder you describe the blood as ‘red as a rose under moonlight’, then I’ll set the book down and leave. If you’re writing a love story where the characters kiss for the first time, describe it as magical and poetic and beautiful, but only do it when the situation is right.

You can use poetic metaphors and figurative language in romantic, nostalgic, or emotional scenes, but avoid it in day-to-day life, angry, or dark moments.

8) Use simple verbs.

This is closely related to number six, but whatever. If there’s a situation where a simple verb describes an action better, then use it! Don’t go out of your way to use bigger words.

One thing I see a lot, from young writers especially, is using long sadisms and dialogue tags. Instead of using ‘deadpanned’ (which I’ve had to leave the story to Google multiple times in my life), just say ‘said’ or ‘joked’. Add an adverb if necessary. You can mess up the reader’s immersion by using incomprehensible words.

Thanks for reading! Hopefully I could help! If you have anything to add, feel free to reblog with your tips, and if I helped I’d really appreciate a like/reblog/follow! If you have any other writing questions, my asks are always open!! I’ve been a fiction writer for almost nine years, I’m a creative writing student, and I’ve written in almost every genre there is. 

Thanks again! 

#writing tips #writingtips #writers block #writing #young writers #common mistakes #commonmistakes #writers on tumblr

[hyungtop]

monsta x as dads

shownu

loved to throw the baby up in the air but one time he almost didn't catch them so he stopped

*awkward throat clearing* "...good job, son"

all the moms giggle and stare at him when he attends his kid's athletic events

probably coaches a team in the local youth sports association

parent-teacher conferences are over in like 10 minutes because he just listens to the teacher talk and then goes "so my kid is doing well? alright have a nice day"

dad jokes when he doesn't know how to respond to something

wonho

always has a hand on his kid's shoulder or ruffling their hair

loves helping his kid with their art projects

"no piercings or tattoos, do you understand?" "then why do you have them, dad? ...yeah i thought so"

brings ramen to the pta potluck

likes to dress in matching outfits with his kid up until they hit middle school

leaves his kids with his mom during weekly saturday date nights with his partner

minhyuk

affectionate dad who cuddles his kids and kisses their faces, there is no such thing as "dad i'm too old for that"

along the same lines, he always makes his kids hold his hand when they're out in public no matter how big they are

uses a professional camera to take pictures of every single outing or trip

knows all the parents in the neighborhood and talks to them for 20 minutes in the supermarket

always buys a bunch of stuff from school fundraisers

tries to be hip and his kids are like no dad...no

kihyun

is a dad but is still a mom

alternates between wearing a frilly pink apron and a "kiss the cook" apron

demands that his kids tell him their social media passwords so he can go on their accounts and make sure they aren't doing anything bad

"i'm the only person who ever does anything in this house and i'm sick and tired of it"

teaches his kids how to do chores and be independent from a young age

despite his strictness and his sass, he gives really good advice and never blames his kids if they make mistakes

hyungwon

will seriously wake his ass up in the middle of the night to feed his baby but falls asleep with the baby in his arms

"dad can i have twenty bucks" *hands kid a fifty* "don't spend recklessly blahblah have fun"

picks his kids up from school an hour late on his days off because he was sleeping and didn't hear his alarm

orders take out if he's in charge of dinner because he can't cook

if his kids ask if they can do something, he tells them it's not up to him and to ask their other parent

his kids laugh exactly like he does

jooheon

babies his kids too much and ends up with spoiled brats who cry when they don't get what they want

and then he freaks out because crying?? crying CHILDREN?? what do

proud of his kids no matter what they want to do when they grow up, but is ecstatic if they choose something artsy/creative

sets a curfew and pulls out the whole 45-minute lecture about responsibility and trust if his kids are even a few minutes late

cries at "growing up" milestones

writes the lullabies he sings to his kids

i.m

encourages any and all science fair projects, especially ones that have a risk of exploding and splattering neon gunk all over the ceiling

relatable dad who's easy to talk to because he's somehow up-to-date with slang and memes

loved by his kid's friends because "mr. im is so cool!"

teachers hate him because he doesn't take what they say about his kid to heart

saved his kids as "offspring #1" and "offspring #2" on his phone

so proud that his kids have inherited his gift for ugly facial expressions

#monsta x #monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x headcanons #headcanons #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #i.m

[dewkti]

I’m in a sour mood now because— wait god dammit i have to give kinda a longass backstory first

So I’m U.S.-born Asian living in ur typical Asian household in US blahblah i have one younger sibling but growing up always felt like I was unfairly treated just because 1 i’m the oldest then 2 girl. Yatta yatta an uncle’s family randomly decided to move to US and my parents acted welcoming and let them stay with us— they stayed way too many years + this entire pandemic and it worsened my social anxiety the entire time. Especially because they had kids like only a few yrs younger than me that was kinda socially weird/awkward too except their eldest kid is so talkative only with the adults and in his native language and openly avoids me which makes me think he looks down on me for not speaking the native language well or that he hates Americans lmao. So that made me put my own avoiding game on steroids going overboard practically jailing myself in my room for 3 years to never interact with any of that family. I don’t even consider them family tbh they’re still strangers to me. Dw I know I’m the asshole.

Anyway so they finally moved out a couple months ago. And today kinda nice day, I’m just at the dining table watching netflix and mom does passive-aggressive thing where she talks about another kid my age doing something with their life loudly in front of me like do u think I dont know what ur trying to do—in this case it especially triggered me because she mentioned that cousin who recently actually went out with at least 1 friend which is so nice that he at least has 1 other young person to talk to in the US— so i just quietly walk away to my room because it did make me feel bad, and then I hear her change to directly talking about me to my aunt there right away about how I’m so antisocial why don’t i just move away to the mountains and live by myself. Like if i could i fucking would.

[scotsjamaican]

A Retired Person distracted by Age, Health and Digital Requirements to maintain both!

As you all know, I like spinning a tale or two.  Here is my latest.

It all started yesterday morning when I received a text telling me to phone and make an appointment for my Flu jab.

Too busy yesterday, so, today, I grabbed my balls by the horn and got it done. (That may be a wee typo!)

However, it didn’t quite go to plan.

I called my local Health Centre and got an appointment for next Friday but, stupidly, didn’t write down the time.  Remember that as it is germane to subsequent events.

Whilst I was on the call, I asked if I could have an appointment with a GP as I have had an ongoing problem with athlete’s foot.  Every one of the “over the shelf” treatments has failed to eradicate it.  Still it returns and over the last ten weeks it spread from one outbreak between my wee toe and the next up onto the top of my foot.

Look away if the sight of a horrible foot might offend you.

The system now is that the GP calls back to discuss and decide what to do. This he did.  A really helpful Doc he was.  After hearing my tale of woe, he first asked if I had completed each treatment even after the disease had gone.  I informed him that it was never gone and every treatment was taken to conclusion before trying another.

He asked if I could photograph it and email it to him.  This I duly did using my Samsung Tablet.  A new trick learned!  On seeing the pic, he called me back and informed me that now was the time to take internal action.  Scared the *&*%^* out of me before he explained he meant pills to be taken internally.  Prescription would be waiting at Pharmacy.

Five minutes later, he called me back.  He had reviewed my medical records and noted that my “sugars” had been misbehaving over recent blood tests.

(This is my “prediabetic” condition also known as “Fat, lazy bastid syndrome”!)

Told me this can also “cause” or exacerbate athlete’s foot and he wanted me to get my bloods done soon.  I normally get them done annually but it was skipped this year for obvious reasons.

Doc had to raise the paperwork which I went to collect from Reception.  Normally just a walk-in service at my local surgery, this damned virus has killed that as well.  Given a Phone number to call and arrange an appointment at another clinic!

Whilst at reception, I thought, embarrassing or not, I should ask for the time of my Flu appointment the following Friday.  There was a nice young lady in a fetching blue uniform top standing by reception.  She heard my question and said, “Hey, you can get it done now then you don’t need the time.”

I informed her that my wife was with me and also due jab.  So, she nipped down the corridor to check and came back and said, Nurse can do you both right now.

I nipped out to fetch Janet and we both headed down to the Nurse.  On arrival, we completed the normal formalities and then Nurse asks if we would like to get the Pneumonia jab as well! Never heard of it but apparently every person over sixty five is entitled to one jab every five years.

So, two jabs for the price of one and a week early.  Winner!

These are the treasure we lose by not having face to face visits.  Duly stabbed and now home with two sore arms (I’m a man!  I wallow in my misery!)

And finally, tried the Phlebotomy phone number I was given.  Message was, this number is not being used, please go to blahblah website!  This I did (Easy) and will go and have copious amounts of blood drained from my body on Monday!  The need to use my desktop obviously put me in front of my keyboard.  After taking care of business, this almost always results in a bout digital diarrhoea!

Thus, this!

Sorry if you bruise your head by nodding off halfway through!  HA!

[anghraine]

for the otp meme - 29 and 30 - jyn/cassian

Late, sorry, but you’ll see why :P

29) One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart?

So if, theoretically, they died on Scarif—okay, I’ve already said that I think the idea of Rogue One being forgotten is completely ludicrous for Jyn and literally impossible for Cassian. And I completely stand by that! 

(I’ve seen people trying to fanwank obvious problems to make the tragically forgotten narrative work. None of the rationalizations are remotely credible.)

But there is just so much that people wouldn’t know. Apart from Force visions, there is no way to know personal details of who they really were and what they went through. They’re well-known heroes, the leaders of one of the most pivotal missions in the entire history of the war. There are some pictures—personnel files for Cassian, whatever they might have found to identify Jyn to the rescue team. There’s a long service record for him, a detailed dossier for her. But nothing personal. Nothing about what drove them, what made them heroes.

Nobody knows why Jyn Erso left as a disaffected criminal and come back preaching about how rebellions are built on hope. Nobody knows that Cassian saw her throw herself into crossfire for a child she’d never seen before. They don’t know that Jyn could wreck a team of stormtroopers with some batons or that Cassian kept her alive with one perfect shot. They don’t know that Jyn’s nickname was Stardust or that Cassian had nothing but a robot friend and a crusade against the Empire. They don’t know about Galen’s message breaking her heart or Cassian carrying his prison with him. They don’t know how they went from mutually suspicious barely-allies to seamless partnership. They don’t know about the fight on Eadu or the heart-eyes in the hangar. 

They’re interesting and extremely important to the eyes of history. But they’re also ephemeral. A pair of names, and faces, and data records. That’s it.

30) One headcanon about this OTP that mends it?

OKAY, so while that breaks my heart, there’s also… the combination of prominence and mystery doesn’t make people consign their heroes to the dustbin of history. It makes them try to put the pieces together! 

And I honestly kind of love the idea of people later on—“later on” meaning literally any time from ANH onwards—really trying to figure them out. They had such narrow lives, and what they did over a few weeks has entire swaths of the Rebellion fascinated with them, trying to figure out who they were as people from all these different directions. There are serious interpretations of the facts, but there’s also just this wealth of story and imagination that grows up around them.

I mean? Basically, they know that Jyn Erso, daughter of the scientist who built the Death Star and (mostly) petty criminal, was busted out of Imperial prison by the Rebellion. She reluctantly accepted their bribe to try and negotiate contact with Saw Gerrera over information from a defecting pilot. The Rebellion sent Cassian Andor, a young but extremely valuable spy who’d obediently served the Rebellion for nearly his entire life, to work with her as a partner/handler. Ideally, they’d be able to rescue Galen Erso, but at the very least they should be able to identify his facility for the Alliance to wipe out.

Some time in: Andor sent back a message saying that the planet-killer was real, it had obliterated the Holy City, UHHHH WHAT NOW

Some time after that: Andor provided the location, but quickly tried to call off the attack. He was shouting something about “Jyn” and the platform.

Erso, who days before dismissively described political opinions as a luxury, returned calling for open revolution and swearing that her father had sabotaged the planet-killer. After the Council’s rejection, she headed out with the defector and monks, while behind the scenes, the otherwise by-the-book Andor scraped up a crack intelligence/special ops team and went rogue with her. 

Maybe someone paid attention to their extremely public conversation/gravitational pull in the hangar, maybe not. In any case, all that’s known is that they managed to transmit the plans and must have died shortly thereafter under the Death Star.

I am personally 100% convinced that—given their personalities and drastic swerves after spending time together—a romance would be generally assumed. I mean, undoubtedly there’d be some killjoys who insist there’s no way to know, and they only spent a few weeks together at most, blahblah, but most people tune them out and “unexpectedly Erso and Andor fell in love” gets more and more embedded into the standard narrative.

Okay, and what I love here isn’t just the idea of people believing they fell in love, but having no idea how it happened. Like I was saying, people always fill in blanks in stories. So instead of having one love story, Jyn and Cassian have many of them! Wildly different, and most of the time wildly inaccurate. 

My favourite version is easily the First Order’s (really):

So, the official account is pretty common knowledge under the New Republic, but of course the ex-Imperials (“ex”) have their own perspective. For them, the story begins with a mad Imperial scientist whose beautiful daughter gets seduced by a Rebel spy. It’s all very pulp serial à la Flash Gordon.

And the scientist turns traitor himself and plots with a faithless Imperial pilot to destroy the peace and stability brought by the Empire. They’re all rightly defeated, OF COURSE, but the damage was done (DUNDUNDUN), and no one knew just how much damage was done until after the fact. LO THE DANGERS OF HUBRIS

There are probably really cheap holodramas about this. They turn Krennic into a tragic, twenty-something hero, a protégé of Galen’s who was secretly in love with Jyn from boyhood but LOVED HONOUR MORE. He nobly died stopping the now-corrupt Jyn and her ruthless lover.

…This is the version Finn grows up with, ofc. He was mostly intrigued by Galen and Bodhi, the Imperial defectors, but he’s sentimental enough for the DOOMED BADWRONG LOVE to appeal. Rey’s knowledge of the entire Rogue One mission is probably minimal, so of course, he enthusiastically provides a dramatic performance of The Mad Scientist’s Daughter. 

Poe, naturally, was brought up with the story of the brave Rebel captain, the dashing outlaw he recruited, and the passionate romance that led Andor to defiance and Erso to conviction. They planned a daring rogue mission because they knew it was right, no matter what anyone said!!!, and though they they themselves died (martyrs for the cause!), their doomed heroic love brought HOPE TO THE GALAXY (*soaring music*). 

(There are a lot more schmaltzy kisses and declarations of eternal devotion in that version, though his father once admitted that he vaguely knew Andor and found it … uh, really hard to picture. That just makes it better as far as Poe is concerned.)

Anyway, he is both horrified and delighted by the First Order version and keeps adding well ACTUALLY asides.

…Damn is this long, but anyway, iconic lovers Jyn and Cassian whose story is constantly repurposed and debated does make me happy on a certain level.

#ladytharen #respuestas #otp: welcome home #jyn erso #cassian andor #meme prattle #star wars #lol now i kind of want 'the mad scientist's daughter' propaganda play vs 'the captain and the thief' romantic melodrama

[russetm]

20 facts! I was tagged by @sl-walker

1. I pace, like a lot, I probably spend at least an hour everyday pacing back and forth in my room. I put on music and claim I’m “dancing” but srsly, I’m just pacing, I have done this my entire life.

2. I went to a Quaker sleepaway Summer camp for many years as a child called Friends Camp in South China Maine. It was probably the high point of my New Hampshire years, (it was less of a magical retreat during the Cape years as I had like actual friends I could see but it was still great). On a funny and related note I meet another UU years latter who went to a different Quaker summer camp and I’m now curious if this is a thing of UU’s going to Quaker camp.

3. I was a vegetarian from the ages of like 12 until maybe 15? 16? I only stopped because my mother said she wasn’t going to cook me separate meals any more and “No M. just mashed potatoes does not a dinner make you have to have something else as well.” and h.s. me wasn’t going to make her own meals so I just stopped. (I was also a never super serious about it anyways, like if we were out to eat and I didn’t like the veg. options I’d just order meat, and I have never been able to turn down baked kibbeh or kababs from Ed Hyder’s)

4. I went to 3 elementary schools, 2 middle schools, and 1 highschool.

5. I’ve been on staff for the same anime con for 15 years, even though I’m mostly out of anime and for the most part am not that interested in anime any more I just keep going back, I’ve made a lot of friends there, and I still like it even if I find a lot of it overwhelming and frustrating.

6. I have on more than one occasion hitch hicked around Worcester.

7. I was at Bill Clinton’s second inauguration, I was 13 at the time and its probably the thing I least remember from that trip, it was a flurry of excitement, I got to travel alone from MA to DC to spent time with my cool Aunt, and her cool boyfriend, and my super cool arty Great Aunt, and we got to go out to cool museums and do all sorts of neat things so a boring parade and what to a 13 year old me was just a bunch of boring adult speeches really didn’t stick much in my mind compared to all the other stuff. I also seem to recall the day being miserable cold for just standing around.

8. I was heavily involved in Piping Plover and Herring Conservation when I was in late elementary school and middle school.

9. I was tricked into seeing Titanic in the theater and I have never truly or fully forgiven the people involved.

10. from the age of 11 until I left the Cape I volunteered at the Cape Cod Natural History Museum and it was a lot of fun, its where I met my best friend. (we’re still pals, not counting family she’s the person I’ve known the longest.)

11. I once almost drowned in an undertow as a child (not a rip tide I know the difference) I was a slight and small child, and we were on a rocky ocean side beach and as I was getting out of the ocean a large wave broke over me causing my to loose my footing and go under, and then I got tumbled by the undertow, couldn’t get my feet under me because the rocks kept shifting, my parents had to come and fish me out of the surf.

12. I haven’t shaved in 11 years and even before that I only shaved twice a year, for my ex’s birthday and Christmas as he liked it and it was something I could do for with minimal effort, he really didn’t like it that I hated shaving.

13.  I have, and I will again watched and read things that I know will irritate me for just that reason. Sometimes I just like to have something nice and harmless to focus my irritation on.

14. I have never had poison ivy and seeing as the cape is covered in the stuff and I spent a lot of time running around in those woods that is an impressive feat (or I’m just not allergic to it, but either way)

15. I’ve only had 2 cups of coffee in my life, the first cup I thought was pretty ok, but I was also exhausted and hungry so I’m sure that anything would have tasted good then (it was a regular dunks, a friend bought it for me because he thought I could use a pick me up) the second was from Starbucks and I did not like it and nothing I did to it over at the stuff to put in coffee bar made it any better. I have also only ever made 2 pots of coffee, the first was an unmitigated disaster (sorry) the second one came out ok and it was for my Besties bridal shower.

16. I enjoy collecting things, I always have, when I was a girl it was neat looking rocks, sea shells, animal figures, post cards, model horses (I still have a bunch of my Breyer horses floating around by my old MLP’s are long gone) and what ever else caught my fancy at any given moment. Now its tea cups, I love my beautiful and lovely little tea cups that are all different from each other, I use a different one every day (tea pots I’d less say I collect and just happen to have a few) and yarn craft supplies, I have a fair assortment of different knitting needles and crochet hooks. (and sorta books and movies/tv shows, or a figure of some kind that has caught my fancy) (also I want to get rid of all of our dishes and slowly rebuild a collection of mismatched dishes so I can have a more of a collection of beautiful and practical things in my life, but it would drive Boyfriend to distraction having everything being that not matching)

17. Sometimes I get argumentatively irritated with how people talk about Cape Cod, espesh P-town. People seem fundamentally unable to understand what a tourist economy does to a place, particularly a tourist economy that is only on for half the year and that huge swatch of the cape enforce a quaint and rural look. I haven’t lived there full time in like 20 years and I still get riled up over the tourists and stuff.

18.  I technically learned how to knit when I was a young girl, but it didn’t stick, partially because my mother thought it would be a good idea for one of my first projects to be mittens made on dpn’s and I just found the whole thing to be confusing and gave it up and never really thought about it again other than “damn my mom makes some really cool stuff” but I picked it up in earnest in my very late teens or very early 20’s (I know for sure I was knitting by 22), and I taught myself to crochet shortly there after. Other crafts have come and gone over the years but playing with yarn has been a good companion to me.

19. As much as I can be super pretentious about tea some times (“Oh, I drink loose leaf tea and I have special little things for it ah-blahblahblah(I’m aware of how I sometimes come off)) I’m actually not that fussy about it, bag tea, loose tea, cheap tea, fancy tea, pellet tea, I don’t care, I’m just happy as long as it is tea. And I’m not one to whip out the thermometer going “oh for this style of tea the water must to only be heated to a blahblah temperature and one one degree more and only steeped for exactly 2.34 minutes or you’ll ruuuuuuiiiiiiin it” what ever, put the tea in the hot water, it’ll be fine, if the tea should in theory have less hot water wait a bit before putting tea in. it isn’t rocket science, we don’t need exact precision its going to be fine, and then I’m going to steep my tea again, because that shit can be expensive and you can get more than one use out of your leaves.

20. I don’t enjoy playing most video games but I’m usually pretty happy to watch someone play a video game.

so I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this.

#momo answer questions #sl-walker #this took me forever #i've been very antsy today so I just kept having to get up and walk around my apartment