#if someone has funnier ideas please share

[liplessthomas14]

Hc that, before all this werewolf business started and before they got popular and famous, everyone who knew Scott and Stiles at school, knew them as "Scott and Stiles", and some weren't even sure who was who.

Like, imagine this scene before Jackson pins Scott to the locker and asks where he gets his juice from-

Jackson: Did you see where Scott went? A dude: Scott and Stiles seperated near the lockers. Jackson *pissed*: So where did Scott go? A dude: o_0 uh...who's that???

#yh im...not the best at making incorrect quotes #if someone has funnier ideas please share #i just think this would be really funny #like throughout the first couple episodes they were practically attached at the hip #teen wolf #scott and stiles #teen wolf incorrect quotes #teen wolf headcanon #teen wolf hc #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore

[lostfirefly]

Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more (Ch.1)

This idea came from the dream. Again :)) Sorry not sorry :)

Buggy and F!Reader.

Description: You're the flower shop owner who has a long-standing relationship with Buggy. You haven't seen each other much in the last few months. He finally arrives to see you, but he's overtaken by fit of jealousy during the dinner.

Warnings: Buggy The Jealous For No Reason Jerk Clown, established relationship, arguing.

Words: 1637

The title is taken from "Gone Forever" by Wearing Scars.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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Taglist: @gingernut1314

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Chapter 2

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You were sorting out a new delivery of flowers when the bell on the door of your store rang loudly. “Just a minute, please, I’ll just put the flowers in the vase and come out to you!” you shouted from the back room. 

“Miss, I can’t wait a whole minute. I would like to buy a bouquet of beautiful roses, but I’m in a hurry!” An insistent male voice said from the next room. 

A shiver ran through your body. You quickly placed a fresh bouquet of roses in a large ceramic vase and headed into the hall. You opened the door and couldn't help but smile. 

"Hello!" you said as you exhaled. 

"Hey, my sweet cookie!" He stood near the cash register, leaning on the table. 

Your blue-haired man with a big red nose and his famous makeup. Your favorite pirate. Your favorite clown. Your beloved Captain Buggy.

"Finally!!" You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. "What are you.. How are..? Why are..?" You started kissing him on the lips, cheeks, temples, avoiding his nose. “I missed you so much!”

"Answering all your questions at once. We needed to resupply, and I said to dock our ship at your island. I really wanted to see my cookie." He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You felt the warmth of his touch even through his white gloves. 

"For how long?" You asked quietly, running your hands over his forearms. 

"Two or three days."

“Well, it's better this time." You laughed. “But I need to finish up some work tasks at the store. Can you wait? I’ll close it early today.”

“I’ve come such a long way to you, and you still ask? My sweet cookie, you hurt me.” He shook his head and chuckled.

You smiled, kissed him on the lips again and quickly ran to finish your work. Buggy was wandering from corner to corner, periodically visiting you in the back room to distract you. 

After finishing your work, you closed the store, took Buggy’s hand and led him to your home. On the way you asked him about his adventures, about the sea, other pirates and where he would go next.

“Come in. I’ll make us tea.” You led him into your house and closed the door. 

"Tea? I thought we'd do something else." He said with a slight croak in his voice. 

“We have three more days for something else. Tea first. Are you hungry? I can cook something.”

Buggy shrugged. 

You suggested him to help make a meal together. You opened the bottle of rum just to make the cooking process funnier. When the dish was ready, you sat the plates with food down at the table. 

You sat on his lap, constantly looked at him, smiled and blushed every time he said that this was the most delicious dish in the world. You cannot stop running your hand over his red and white bandana and didn’t know how to stop smiling.

Buggy kissed your hands, your cheeks, your lips and you blushed the whole time.

While you were talking about everything and nothing, there was a knock on the door. 

"Are you waiting for someone?" Buggy asked in surprise. 

“No. I don’t know who it is. Please wait, I’ll be right back.” You kissed him on the cheek and ran to open the door. 

"Tom, what are you doing here?" Your old friend was standing on the threshold. Tall, pumped-up brunette with brown eyes. 

“I thought you were sitting alone. Me, Billy and Drew are going to a bar and I thought I should invite you to join us.” He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. "So. Get ready, darling, let's go and have some fun!" 

"Sorry, I can't, I'm busy."

“Come on, pretty girl, we had so much fun last time!" 

“Tom, I’m sorry. I’m busy, I have guests. We’ll talk later. Bye-bye!” You quickly pushed him out of the doorway and closed the door. 

You walked back to the kitchen.

“Sorry!” You hugged Buggy's neck from behind and kissed his cheek. He turned around. 

"What happened?" You asked, carefully removing your hands from his neck.

"Who was that?" He asked dryly and turned his gaze to you.

“Where? Ah! This is Tom. I told you about him, remember? The guy we lived next door to when we were kids, our parents were friends. Well, somehow we became friends too.”

“Just friends?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, why?" You asked, sitting down on the chair.

“Well, I don’t know. He comes to you almost in the middle of the night to invite you somewhere, calls you a pretty girl. Maybe you have more than just fun spending time with him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t think about anything bad. He’s cute, of course, but we’re just friends and that’s all.” You took his hand. Buggy looked displeased and pulled his hand out of your hands. 

“Of course he’s cute.” He mumbled. “Did you just go to the bar?” Buggy didn’t take his eyes off you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know what I mean. You said he's cute." 

"Oh my god, are you serious? Why are you clinging to words?"

"I'm not!" He rose his voice.

"I'm not making a complaint to you. I could make a claim against you with the same zeal. You generally disappear at sea for months. And taking into account the fact that you have pretty girls in your crew..." You took a sip of rum from the glass. 

"I had nothing like that in my mind, but thanks for the hint." He crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his chair.

"Buggy, are you okay today? Why are you acting like this? I told you he's just a friend. I wanted to spend time with the person I love. Oh, by the way, where is he?" You angrily put an empty glass on the table. 

Buggy was silent for a second. “You started it yourself...” 

“I didn’t start anything.” You took the fork, twirled it in your hands and threw it on the table. “You're the one who got mad for no reason!” 

“So why the hell does he come to you here? He also talks in such a tone. No one has the right to come here at all!” He continued to glare at you.

You looked at him and didn’t know whether to cry or get angry. "Nothing works." You said in a whisper. 

"Nothing works?" Buggy asked in surprise. 

"Our relationship. Nothing works." 

“Sorry, what?" 

“Can't you hear me? Our relationship. It doesn't work like that, Buggy. Relationships are built on trust. I can't do that. You disappear for months, I don't hear anything from you. I don't know if you're alive or dead. Will you come? Or you won't come. Maybe you've already forgotten about me and exchanged me for the first girl you meet in every port. You come when it's convenient only for you, but I don't torment you every time with scenes of jealousy."

"I've asked you a million times to join my crew and stay on the ship with me." He spoke dryly and through clenched teeth.

“And I told you a million times that I can’t stay with you on your ship. At least for now. I have a job, a store, old parents, and friends here.” 

“You’ll see your parents and friends, just less often. What’s the big deal?” He shrugged.

“What's the big deal? I can’t give up everything just because a little grown-up boy wants it so much!” You raised your voice.

"What do you mean?" 

“I can't leave my parents. They are old. Do you understand? They need me. Just because no one cared about you before doesn’t mean my family is like that. We care about each other. They care about me and love me.” You felt your head starting to hurt. “I can't. I just can't. I’m going to sleep." 

Buggy looked at you, not a single muscle moved on his face. “I offered you to live with me. I offered you freedom and the ocean. But apparently, you don't really want to leave with the captain freak. And if you don't want it now, then you'll never want it. It will be better for you to stay with this Tom, am I right?”

“I told you, I don’t want to go on the ship right now. But I wanted to be in a relationship with you. The relationship with you was important to me. But last time I see you once every three to four months and then if I’m lucky. But for some reason, even in this case, you don’t trust me.”

"Wanted? Was important? In the past tense?" He asked in surprised tone.

“I don’t know. Have you noticed that in our last meetings we often quarrel? I’m tired. From scandals. From everything. I thought we would sit and talk. I've been missing you all this time. And now I don't wanna t... I don't know what I want. I wanna sleep.” 

“You suggest that we go to bed or that I should leave your house altogether with the phrase “I’m tired of everything” and “was important? Maybe you'll just say that you're tired of me? Just say you want to leave me. Just like he once left me. Just like everyone always did, everyone abandoned me."

“Oh, no, not again. Have you tried at least once in your life not to blame this Shanks for everything?" You grabbed your head and put your elbows on the table.

Buggy abruptly stood up from the table. 

"You're starting to behave like that again. You know, i think I need.. no.. we need a short rest from each other." 

"Rest? You mean break up?" 

"Rest is rest, Buggy. It's not a breakup.”

The last thing you heard was him slamming the front door.

“Fuck!” You thought. 

#buggy the clown #buggy x you #buggy x reader #one peice #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction #buggy x female reader #buggy the clown x reader

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

hey there! you’re like the one of few blogs that still write for bigby! you’re single handedly keeping my obsession alive with him. do you have just any random head cannons about him that you can share!

I'm doing it just for you pookies >:) Ima give you some romance headcanons

If Telltale won't give me more Bigby, I will always deliver

Also FUCK i missed doing headcanons, please send in some ideas

🌙This man is fucking dedicated to you and only you. As much as he hates the jokes about being a loyal dog or even a lap dog, it's kind of true when you both get serious.

🌙He cuts down on his smoking as much as he can. Bigby often smokes to dull his supernatural senses just to avoid sensory overload. However, when you both got together, Bigby noticed something worked even better than Huff n' Puffs: Your scent. What's the point of smoking upwards of almost two packs a day when he can inhale that sweet sweet scent of yours?

🌙Bigby tries to make himself more presentable at first. He feels like he has to make a good impression despite you both knowing each other for centuries. He shaves more to keep his ever-growing stubble at bay, he keeps himself groomed and washed, he starts to use his cologne more, he even puts more effort into his laundry to get the ash and whiskey stains out of his shirts and pants.

🌙He is a sucker for kisses on his cheek. Whether you have to stand on your toes or bend down, you can find him faintly blushing and looking away sheepishly from the act of romance. If you kiss him on the cheek while he's smoking, the poor cigarette would burn up fast and Bigby would almost choke on the smoke.

🌙Bigby's love language is definitely acts of service. Bigby loves doing things for you, especially the little things that really drive it into him how much he craves a domestic life. Unfortunately, Bigby is sometimes too busy to be there for it to be quality time - but fuck if he doesn't absolutely love every minute he spends with you. He isn't good with words at times which has lead to very awkward moments and even funnier ones. Bigby never had an eye for gifts and has little experience with them, but he fucking loves whatever you get him even if it's a new tie.

🌙Bigby loves dates where it takes place in nature, especially at night when there are less people out and about. Walks through Central Park, night treks through botanical gardens, going down the boardwalks in Staten Island, resting on the cold sand of the beaches. There was one date you both went on at the beach at night where it was just the two of you along the balmly coast. You and Bigby were messing around near the waves when you both somehow ended up knee-deep in the waves. Bigby had you in his strong arms, holding you close as you both laughed and kissed before you playfully splashed water on him. It was safe to say you both ended up at his apartment soggy.

🌙If you ever wanna make this man blush heavily: Compliment him. And do not let up. Bigby likes the act annoyed at first, hiding his face by turning away and playfully scoffing only for him to break and flush at your sweet words. He loves it especially if you compliment him on the things that normally make people uneasy. His gaze, his strength, his wolf.

🌙Bigby, at first, was uneasy turning with you around. He was worried that you would be terrified of him, and that was something he couldn't handle at the time. Despite the fact that you knew what he was before and now after the Homelands and even seeing all of him, he still wasn't excited to show them at first.

🌙You're the only one who can say things that someone would say to their pet pooch, but only to a limit. Saying stuff like 'Good boy' however is a good way to rile him up, especially if you say it all sultry.

🌙When you hang around his office, he likes it when you put on a true crime podcast for Mundies. He had somehow crammed a couch into his office for you to lounge on as you both listened to how fucking crazy those Mundies could be, especially from the state of Florida. Some of the stories you both listened to were so outrageous, that Bigby stopped what he was doing and completely forgot about it because he couldn't believe what he heard as you cackled at his expression.

🌙Ever since you two started dating, Bigby finally started to use his bed again. His poor chair was left abandoned at night when you both would go to bed unless Colin passed out on it. There were times where you would pop in and see Bigby passed the fuck out on it still. He definitely sleeps like a victorian boy with the plague.

🌙Bigby loves going over to your apartment just to drown in your scent. He often doesn't want to leave your bed at times just so he can bury his head in your neck or in your pillow if you had gotten up. If he could, he would want to spend all day in the sheets just lying with you.

🌙Another one of your favorite dates to do if the weather is shitty out is snuggling up together on your couch and watch Mundy cop shows, especially the ones with bad acting and writing. You like to ask him what he would do in the cases shown and Bigby's usual answers have to do with punching the crook or sarcasm.

🌙If Bigby wolfmans out, he loves it when you stroke his fur and scratch at the raw skin beneath, especially around his neck. He can't really speak like this but he's sure to groan and growl in pleasure. He loves how your hands roam freely, without a trace of fear, around his hulking body. He loves it when you compare the size of your hand to his clawed one.

🌙When it's a full moon, Bigby gets a little weird. He's not forced to turn thanks to whatever spells the witches on the thirteenth floor put on him, but he does act differently. He needs to be around you, needs to have you in his sights and he needs to smell you or else he feels the beast inside of him go crazy. Don't be surprised if Bigby gets excited that night.

🌙He loves it when you look into his eyes when they're all wolfy and yellow. He can see the faint glow reflecting off of your eyes and it makes his chest feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

🌙If you're a fable that can change forms, you both often turn behind closed doors and drawn curtains for both fun and comfort. Sometimes keeping the beast pent up for too long can drive Bigby crazy and he knows it's the same for you. There have been times where you both would wrestle for fun.

🌙There have been times where Bigby would come home bloodied and bruised. He hates seeing you so worried for him and he hates it even more that you always clean and patch him up. You shouldn't have to do this, you shouldn't have to take care of him like this but you do. Bigby would sit on the toilet seat silently and watched as you worried over him. He hates making you worry.

🌙Bigby sometimes gets into these moods where he feels like you could do so much better than him. He doesn't even tell you at first when you gently ask him if he was alright, but he eventually breaks. He feels like you shouldn't be with a monster like him. You get shit for being with him and he hates that. His thoughts get shut down quickly by you pressing a firm kiss to his cheek and tell him how much you love him and how you'll always love him.

🌙Bigby loves it when you compliment his strength. He never thought about it before until he had to hoist up a truck to help Flycatcher with no problem. Just hearing you compliment his strength made him almost drop the truck on the poor frog prince below. Ever since then, Bigby likes to show off here and there just for you to coo and oogle over him.

🌙When you both sit together on the couch, he loves it when you either sit in his lap or have your legs stretch over his own with his hands stroking them. If you're in his chair, he loves it when you straddle him, pinning him back against his chair with the tv forgotten about behind you.

🌙Play with his hair. Play with his hair. Just do it, trust me. He will be putty in your hands if you play with his hair, especially as you're kissing. Scratch your nails gently against his scalp, twist his thick locks between your fingers, tug on it. You won't be sorry.

🌙Bigby loves it when you wear his clothing, especially his button-ups even if they don't close up. It started one fall when the temperature dipped below what was originally forecasted. Bigby saw you shiver once from a gust of wind and off came his coat. And that's when it started. He claims it's another scent thing, but just seeing you wearing his clothes really stirs something inside of him.

🌙When you two kiss, he loves it when your hands paw at his body. He loves it when they travel along his brawny limbs and dance across his broad chest and shoulders and crawling down his trim stomach. It drives him crazy as he snarls into the kiss. Oh, and if you sink your nails into his skin? Nip at his bottom lip? You're tipping him over the edge.

🌙He rests so much easier now with you by his side. He's never felt like this before with anyone, his little crush on Snow doesn't even come close to the love this man feels for you. The ring hidden away in his desk was proof of that.

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby wolf #bigby x reader #bigby wolf x reader

[k-dokja]

Can I request a headcannon about reader being close with the big deal members during it's golden age more? Some Sinu, Jake and Samuel interactions along with the others if that's okay! if it it's totally fine

This is a bit of a mess because there’s so many variations.

— Sinu thinks of you as a little sister. He’s a bit protective of everyone associated with Big Deal by default. Most of the times, he’s pretty goofy around you. If you have known Jake before this, you might realize you got another annoying gnat. His brand of humor differs from Jake, however. You can see that Sinu is genuine in his lighthearted manner, unlike Jake’s deadpan approach.

&. He’d be a bit relieved to see that you won’t get involved with their businesses. Nothing good comes from crew gathering, after all. However, he trusts you to have a good head on your shoulder. If you does decide to join, he’d welcome you with open arms in the beginning. The apprehension seeps in eventually, but he tries his best to not sound nagging. After all, he did a lot of stupid back when he was your age a few years ago. If he forbade you from it, he’d sound hypocritical.

&. Should you be close to Jake, he’d take notice of the other boy’s budding crush on you. He wouldn’t talk about it much to you, but he does work to nudge the two of you towards each other. He finds it hilarious that Jake is in the same position as him when it comes to feelings. The two of them often commiserate in their shared misery. At times, both of them get scolded at together by you and Yeonhui.

&. On another hand, if the one you have… romantic chemistry with is Samuel, oh boy. Sinu is very… shifty about this. He doesn’t think it’s his position to interfere, but at the same time, Samuel doesn’t have the best reputation with dating? Even if it turned out to be nothing… he can’t help how his eyes twitched behind his glasses whenever he noticed it. He wouldn’t say anything ever, but if you noticed how he got more jumpy, there’s your explanation.

— If you were his crush, Jake would like to keep you as far away from his Big Deal businesses as possible. Not because they were doing anything shady, but because rival gangs might target you because of your association. In general, he’s pretty open to the idea of you getting along with his brothers-in-arms, especially Jerry, Jason, and Brad. If you ought to interact with Samuel at any point, Jake will tease you about Samuel being your type and bemoan how you will pick the other boy over him. It’s all very lighthearted and meant to get a reaction.

&. Getting along with his friends is basically a must for him. You don’t have to be close, but at least, he wants everyone to get along. He absolutely knows that all three of them and Sinu had been teasing you about his crush. The fact that you always respond with a vaguely pissed expressions of confusion amused him immensely. Unlike Sinu, Jake is pretty tense about the idea of you possibly joining Big Deal. For the peace of his mind, please stay away from any crew’s violence possible.

&. On another hand, if you were only a friend, he doesn’t mind as much should you choose to enter Big Deal. There’s always a level of worry he has for all of his friends of course, but he has a tendency to especially prioritizes the one he loves. You’d think he messes with everyone the same but there’s a distinct difference between his friends and crush. With his friends, he’s far more deadpan and detached but with his crush, he smiles and touches a lot.

&. Jake decidedly doesn’t know anything if Samuel has… an interest in you. Likely, it’d have to be pointed out by someone else before he took notice. Even if he did, he wouldn’t really… do anything about it. Not his business, not his interest. And he’d like to believe that the two of you know what to do. Maybe he’d mention it then and there in vague terms only to get a glare from Samuel that was funnier than it should be. Other than that, it’s not really what he’d care for.

— Samuel is… testy, regardless of your association with Big Deal. If you weren’t a member and only stay close because you’re a friend of Jake, he’d ignore your existence most of the times. Unless you caught him on a bad day, you’re pretty much air for him unless you somehow proved to be useful. Then, he’d probably goad you into joining to cultivate your skill. However, he’d probably not push it if that got him into an argument with Jake. Now, that is annoying.

&. However, if you were a Big Deal member, that’d directly put you into his area of concerns. Depends on if you were among the muscles like the boys or you were among the sales like the girls. If you turned out to be another muscle, you’d get the same treatment as the rest of the boys. Arguably, he’d probably just chase you right out instead of hitting you like he’d do with the boys. You being one of the sales with the girls, however, received less of his harsh treatment.

&. However, you’d fly immediately under his radar unless somehow, you proved to be worth poaching. Without Jake’s adamant protection, Samuel probably got his chance to put a few choice words into your mind. He’d drill it further when he found out he couldn’t rely on Jake. In a way, your “friendship” began because he saw you as an equal. You’re included in his plan of venturing towards Gangnam.

&. Once you’re closer to Samuel, you realized the he has a sense of humor. It’s quite sardonic and often at the expenses of others. You’d get along with him well if you had one such as that. He doesn’t care how you get along with his subordinates, but he’s more lenient when it comes to any of your teasing attitudes. He’s not quite as receptive to any prodding in general, but yours is tolerated. One can even say he has a spot for you. Not a soft spot, just that you have a place in his life if you chose to stay.

— Yeonhui sees you the same as the other girls in Big Deal. Maybe with a touch more protectiveness because you are younger and a smidgen more impressionable. She does try to keep you from the boy’s rowdy attitudes and violence if possible. Even if you can handle yourself, it doesn’t sit well with her if you get hurt when she could’ve prevented it. She often tries to act the big sister to you and chastises the boys if they tried to mess with you.

&. Yeonhui does know it’s a bit coddling, but she can’t help it. For example, Jake is a good kid but if he’s the one having feelings for you, she gets a little shifty-eyed. He reminds her a lot of Sinu and while she knows he will treat you right, nothing is stopping her from wanting to conk his head when he beats around the bush with you by teasing. He often receives the “just be honest to her while you can” lecture from Yeonhui.

&. If you’re one of the Big Deal girls, she’s a bit closer to you in terms of work. She’s grateful for the help you provided and often encourages you to not work too hard. While it’s great that their street is turning a profit, money isn’t the end all be all of everything. Often, she pushes you to socialize with other girls more and helps you integrate with everyone. Depends on your family situation, she can even show to be even more welcoming and hospitable, willing to lend her help to you should you need it.

&. Something about the idea of you being with Samuel doesn’t… sound right for her. She knows that you can take care of yourself but her sisterly instinct often urges her to intervene. Not that she’d do anything while there isn’t actual problem to worry about yet. But every now and then, she often brings up the topic in a very vague manner to see how exactly you feel about Samuel. The thought that you don’t harbor romantic intention for him relieves her.

— How Jerry thinks of you depends on your association with Jake. If you ought to be Jake’s crush, he basically acts like you’re Jake’s wife already. Jerry often says out-of-pocket things which spell out Jake’s true feelings in clear letters for you. Often, this results in Jake scrambling to cover it up before the truth is exposed. It can be said that Jerry has been your biggest shipper since he asserted that you’re worthy of Jake’s undying love.

&. If you’re only a friend, then he treats the same as the rest of Big Deal. You’re a reliable comrade in arm and you’re nice to him. That’s enough for you to be in his good book. It’d be nice if the two of you developed a friendship independent of other people’s influence. Jerry is gentle and devoted to those deserving of his friendship, there’s no doubt you can trust him to have your back as long as it doesn’t conflict with Jake’s intention.

&. Similarly, both Jason and Brad get along well with you should you be in the good books of Jake and Jerry. The four of them often stick together, which makes good friendship with one often extends to the other. If you were the object of Jake’s affection, expect meaningful looks and jokes from Jason and Brad. Sometimes, even obvious prodding from Jason’s side which makes Jake laughs in exasperation. It’s funny for the two of them to watch Jake dance around you, but you can always rely on them. Your importance to Jake is enough for them to want to protect you no matter what comes next.

&. On another hand, if you’re not Jake’s crush, the dynamic shifts a little. Both of them get along well with you, but you aren’t exactly close unless you make an effort to reach out and hang out with them. Jason might get a little flirty with you from time to time, especially if you can get teasing and sling retorts back. It doesn’t really get anywhere serious but it does make him a bit more protective should you get Samuel’s attention. He’d be far more open about any other members when it comes to confronting you about it, his worry won’t wane even after you reassured him that nothing is going on.

#jake kim #jake kim x reader #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #sinu han #yeonhui #jerry kwon #jason yoon #brad Lee #lookism #lookism x reader #headcanons

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

Blessings Beneath the Stars

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After a long time, and because I am a liar who lied about not coming back, I wrote for RRR. it is not what you think. it is quiet and gentle, but not romantic. whatever it is, hopefully, it is not total trash.

MY boy (Lacchu) is back. And oh, not beta read. all mistakes are my own.

Companion piece to 'Will you be my Valentine'.

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“I’ve been thinking. If I die tonight, would it really make a difference in the world? Who'd mourn me?” Lacchu mumbled after a drag of a joint held lazily between his forefinger and thumb. It seemed as if he was only thinking out loud. “More importantly,” he continued, “Why would anyone?”

His companion for the evening was a bit shocked at the confession. He really was not built for that sort of thing. Sympathy. Kindness. Saying the right words. “Bheem would. Jenny would. Malli. Loki.” I would. He stopped himself from adding that. Lacchu would definitely think of that as pity. Even if Ram’s sentiments would be honest. Ram was actually growing to be fond of Lacchu. The guy had will. And he was funny. With Bheem being busy with either the fight or when free, with Jenny, Ram had started to feel lonely. He was, and always had been in dire need of friends. No one else in the tribe seemed to understand him or be honest with him as much as Lacchu had. At least, that is what Ram felt. 

“Yeah, sure.” Lacchu acquiesced. And Ram, Ram felt relieved as if he’d dodged a bullet. When he had gone with Lacchu to get the supplies, he had not thought the night before returning to the tribe would turn this desolate as the younger man opened a packet of marijuana with a twinkle in his eye and carefully rolled a joint. They had begun to form an acquaintance. Well, acquaintance would still be too far-fetched. Lacchu had not forgiven him. Was likely not going to ever. Ram was okay with that. It was definitely not friendship. Fraternizing? God, he hoped not. Whatever the confines or definitions would be, the crux of the matter was Lacchu was tolerating him gradually, in small quantities, for when they either had to work together, albeit reluctantly, judging by the amount of complaining Lacchu would do, or in the rare events of Lacchu wanting someone to share his joint with. “But they'll get over it. I'm not important enough. Not useful enough.”

“You are useful.”

“Yeah, not like you! It’s like-,” Lacchu mused for a second, “like salt in gulab jamuns.”

Ram could not help but huff out a tiny laugh. “Well, at least you’re funnier than I am.” “Ah, a clown then.” Lacchu glanced sideways at Ram.

“Please don't. Being morose and melancholic is my jam.” 

“Well yeah, glad to piss on your parade!” He offered the lit joint to Ram who declined with a wave of his hand. Lacchu shrugged.

“Please tell me this is your stupid idea of a joke. Because I am not going to lug all this-” Ram gestured vaguely to the supplies, “back alone.” The attempt for the humour absolutely fell flat but Lacchu smirked nonetheless, his dark eyes emanating waves of sadness in the pinkish evening light. “You're not serious, are you?” Ram was actually worried now.

“Maybe. ‘M not suicidal if that's what you're worried about. Just you know, indifferent.” The younger man took another lazy drag.

“To death?” Ram squealed - which he would absolutely deny later. 

“Why not?” he retorted. Ram had no answer. Fortunately, Lacchu did not notice the dumbfounded look on Ram’s face, going on his own trajectory. “I mean, I am just a microscopic cog in a catastrophic war. Unimportant. Replaceable. I have no purpose. If I die, someone else will take my place and the revolt will go on. It’s not like I am Bheem. Or you.” He added as an afterthought. 

“Do you genuinely think if Bheem or I die, the revolt will suffer?” Lacchu nodded his head. “Well, let me tell you. That is not true. I think the inquilaab has gained enough momentum that no one man will be able to take it ahead or stop. We will be free. I feel it in my bones.” There was a twinkle of hope in Ram’s eyes that made Lacchu bite back his comeback. If he were bothered to look closely, Ram would find a glint of appreciation for him in the dark eyes of the other man. 

“Maybe. But your village, this tribe, a small part of it will be devastated.” Before Ram could assure him that they would be saddened by his demise too, Lacchu continued. “I used to think that we, as humans, do not serve a glorious purpose. We too are meant to exist in harmony with nature. Birth, do your thing, and death. Soil to soil. Ashes to ashes. That sort of thing. You know, most of us, who live in the forest think so. I was very much at peace then.” Lacchu contemplated out loud, taking another puff. At this point, it was more like he was babbling, not for Ram. for the surroundings. For the very forest on whose precipice they were sitting. As if the Universe or Nature would have an answer in the form of the rustle of the dark leaves, a quiver of the branches, an occasional hoot of an owl, or the rapidly rising chirp of the cicadas. 

“Hmm… A glorious purpose is bad for mental peace.” Ram chuckled softly. He liked this Lacchu. Free. Open. And just the right side of insane. 

“But then YOU.” He jabbed the finger of his free hand in Ram’s chest. “OW!” Ram was surprised by the sudden force. “You had to capture me. You had to torture me. You had to torture my- Bheem.” Ram gaped at him openmouthed. Eerily similar to a goldfish in the tank. “Actually, you know what? It goes further than that. Before you. THEY had to capture Malli. And then Delhi. I was so ignorant. Naive. Stupid. But happy. I sure was happy.” He sounded too nostalgic for Ram’s liking. “How do you do it, Ram?” 

“Honesty? I have no idea anymore. It is like I am on autopilot. I had no choice. I have no choice. Sometimes I wish I could- I just-” The next part was confessed, so tender, so soft, that Lacchu barely could hear it. There is something about nature and nights that make you vulnerable to an unnerving degree, and Ram, Ram was no exception. “want to run away.” He laughed just as he said it out loud. And laughed harder still. “Look at this! The great Alluri Sita Rama Raju wanting to run away like a coward!”

“Well, you could. At least I’d get back my best friend.” 

“Lacchu I-”

“Please don’t.” 

“Right.” Ram cleared his throat which sounded like an apology in disguise. "You never told him, did you?"

“Told him what?” 

Ram pointed his eyes at the hand lying in Lacchu’s lap, the middle finger slightly bent, not having healed properly from Ram’s assault. Lacchu reflexively coiled his hand into a fist as if that would hide the injuries Ram was intimately aware of being the one who put him there. “There’s no point,” he said dismissively. But of course, because he was just a little bit of a bastard, he added, “The question here is, why didn’t you?”

Now, Lacchu was not by any means a petty man. Then again, he was also not the very embodiment of sweetness and benevolence as Bheem. Ram visibly jerked as if he had felt a literal whiplash to his face. And that reaction brought a minuscule satisfaction, a soothing effect of a salve to his otherwise aching heart. 

“I don’t know.” Well, Ram exactly knew why. There was no point in hiding anymore. “I didn’t,” he corrected, “I don’t want him to hate me. Not any more than he does, if he doesn’t already. I know it is incredibly selfish of me but-”

“He doesn’t hate you. If he did, you’d know. He hates just as he loves, with a dangerous fury. It can be scathing when directly aimed at you. Like the Sun.”

“Huh. perhaps that is true. Like the Sun. Too near and you burn, too far and you freeze to death.”

“Hmm. It is a double-edged sword. Finding the perfect distance. For what it’s worth, I am a little relieved you didn’t tell him. Bheem- he,” Lacchu paused to collect his words forming at a speed in his mind which his tongue could not keep up with. “He does not do well with hate. He was not made for it.”

“Isn’t that an irony?” Ram smiled sadly. “I was made exactly for that.”

“Right. I guess it goes something like - opposites attract?” Lacchu raised an eyebrow, and Ram could not help but add a hint of authenticity to his smile, widening by a mere millimetre. Lacchu wanted to say something, his mouth opening to form a wide yawn instead but he didn’t bother to cover it with his hand.

"Lacchu," Ram called out softly to the man who was already teetering on the edge of dozing off. "Get some sleep. I'll take the first watch." It usually meant Ram would end up being awake for the whole night anyway. Not waking lacchu up. They never spoke about it. Lacchu never offered or chastised. 

Lacchu just hummed in response, stretching more on the makeshift bed, and turning onto his stomach. Ram stole a glance at him, he looked innocent. And younger than he was. The past few months had made him grow up sooner than he should have. Those early years of youth, stolen. Passing him by. Just like Ram and his childhood. However, here, Ram was one of the major culprits. 

For now, all he could do was to protect him from physical harm that may befall him. And hope that he would learn his worth someday. By himself. An opportunity that was robbed of Ram. He had not worked that out you see, his worth had always been thrust upon him. More so after Baba's demise. Ram tried not to think about that gruesome episode. Although, lonely nights were the perfect catalysts for such thoughts. However, tonight, Ram refused to draw into the familiar feeling of despair - his constant companion whom he’d learned to be more than comfortable with. 

So, in the dark, almost silent, very much serene backdrop of the late hour, Ram pulled out the packet from his companion’s backpack and rolled himself a new companion. It was a little out of shape, pressed a bit too hard on one side, but it would do. He lit it, the first drag blowing into the breeze, mingling with the damp air… and the smoker began to count his blessings beneath the stars.

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let me know if it was good, bad, or downright ugly. comments are welcome as always :))

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[blonde-and-cat-suc]

I really wanna start an anti catradora blog since there are so few but idk where to start, can you please give me some tips?

Well! First of, I'm very excited that this side of fandom will be getting another participant, and second of all, I'm very flattered that this question is going to me! I'm always happy to give some support xoxo!

All of my tips are going to be from personal experience both from my time generally engaging with fandom, and running this particular blog.

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1 ) Try to be polite.

Yes, you will get people who disagree with you. The very existence of anti-fandom implies that we are not the norm. The majority of our main fandom already disagrees with us. And they might be assholes about it. Don't tolerate rudeness, but also, try not to feed into it, either. Not only is it terrible for mental health as the blogger, but it perpetuates this idea that the blogger in question reacts to negative attention. Which, if you've been on the Internet long enough, you know very well how quickly negativity breeds if it's allowed. Positivity breeds too, so I think it's in anyone's best interest to simply... Not be an asshole. Even if it means being the bigger person for a moment.

2 ) Pick and choose your battles.

"Battles" is a melodramatic way to put it, but I'm only using it because it's a well known saying. Anyway, this part is from the first part. So... the thing about being "the bigger person" is that... it doesn't always happen. I definitely don't let everything go by me without snapping at it sometimes. Well, I just think it's funny. I used to think it was way funnier in the past, too. Sometimes anon hate/fandom takes are really stupid and it's hilarious to share. But if it's not funny, insightful, or you simply don't want to engage... Don't engage.

3 ) Connect!

Anti-fandom is still fandom, and I personally treat it as such! There's still art to enjoy, stories to read, discussions to be shared. Community is not necessary, but when I was first putting out anti-c//a posts it really helped me to know that there were people that like, didn't think I was insane for pointing out things that bothered me! Especially since my choice in writing anti-c//a/crit fics is not an easy medium and well, to be honest, sort of requires that I know someone out there enjoys the fruit of my labor.

Yes, spop antis are limited, but go say 'hi' to the people that are open to engagement! We're mostly pretty friendly, and in my opinion, open-minded.

4 ) You are required to have an "on the nose" blog name.

NO, okay, I'm being totally facetious! Obviously, name the blog whatever you want, I just laugh when I see a new anti blog and it's something like "catra-needs-jail-time" or "catradora-is-dogshit". They're a handful of bloggers like that, if you want more to follow (the two I just named are jokes... As far as I know).

The real advice to be clear that your blog is anti-catradora/critical; or whatever other stances you'll talk about often. Nothing personal if that's not what you want, but make it easily found that you're not open to certain things, or you are open to certain things. I.e. I think that C//a are pretty obviously adopted sisters canon, and that point is very purposefully the first post on my blog (has been for two years), so no one is surprised when I start ranting about sister!c//a in particular.

5 ) It is never, EVER that deep.

Part of anti/crit blogging is that there's salt involved. Ranting, sharing things that frustrate us, being annoyed with canon... But also, it's really not that deep.

If I would have got this question two years before, I would have not added this part. But yeah, no. Part of why I run this blog still is because I know it's simply not that serious... People will steadily find my blog and the others in this community, and they will come around to their own conclusions on their own time. There is no trying to convince someone else on a POV that they simply don't want to see. There is no war against anti fandom and main fandom (though, some will have you believe otherwise).

The bloggers that are still active and open about unpopular opinions in 2023 are not people that stress themselves out or respond to every braindead take, they're not people who get attacked/overwhelmed by stans very often, they're not rude, they're not close-minded-- actually, I would go as far as to say that they're extremely fucking chill about this hobby. Passionate and dedicated, but self aware and self-respecting of mental capital/health.

And so, that'd have to be my last piece of advice.. Chill. It's just not that deep. And if it ever becomes "deep"... take a million steps back, and give yourself that space to recuperate. Your mental state is infinitely more important than an anti-blog, and no one will judge you for taking breaks or anything as you'll need them.

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#*exhales* i hope this was coherent and helpful to you #this is all partially me lovingly and tenderly talking to *myself* and wishing I had these tips two years ago #i hope this conveys well #asks / answers #please have fun with it and tag me when/if you start the blog!

[spinoff-antithesis]

kitty picture perhaps?

cracks knuckles. i have a whole gallery that’s a year out of date and you have incredibly perfect timing.

i also cannot add a break on mobile. sorry in advance (not really)

this loaf is luke! he’s my eldest - five years old & i share a birthday with him :) he got yoinked out of a neighbor’s car with his sister by my mom & the neighbor and i found him in the garage a week later bc my mom managed to keep him & leia under wraps and hidden from me for a WEEK. i still don’t know how she did it. he is picky abt cuddling but boy does he love sitting on my fucking ribs. every time. he’s also started cuddling more with me now that i’ve got my weighted blanket out - i think he likes how cool it is. also he only eats out of his food bowl and will sniff my food. most he steals is a lick of mac & cheese. (charm will steal my food if i leave it unattended, for comparison)

this little creature is charm!! she’s uh. a year. i think. maybe two next month?? she was ~6mon when i adopted her from petsmart in may 2022. historically the only cat i have ever paid for. she lost a brain cell with her leg and i love her so badly she was curled up against my chest while i was sitting against my door a while ago and bit my hand while i was petting her so i bit her back (lightly). we are also very lucky to have her bc she almost got adopted before my mom & i showed up and my mom’s car broke down the night we saw her so we had to get her the day i left the country for a study abroad. happy early 21st birthday to me i got a cat. also a little rat and a thief. i love her so badly please stop getting into fights with luke.

this goober is sunset!! there’s lore behind how we got her and the tldr of it is that she may have loosely belonged to someone else but uhhh scratches head no microchip no collar friendly cat running around at late hours free game. (there’s more context it’s just funnier like this). we got her the week before i got my job (early september) & i’ve literally no idea how old she is. had her for a week took her to the vet and got told “yeah shes either 7month or 4yr old. we don’t know.” so she’s ????? years old. also found out she was in fact NOT a boy and definitely a few weeks pregnant when we took her to the vet. my little rarity.

i do not have many pictures of this tiny screamy baby due to the fact it is LITERALLY A FEW HOURS OLD born. somewhere between 2pm-5:30pm oct. 17th 2023. it’s sunset’s baby it’s fucking adorable i can hold it in the literal palm of my hand and i will be training it to be a shoulder cat bc i miss my fucking shoulder cat. so badly. little screamy has no name and we do not know its gender quite yet considering that it is maybe 10-12hr old i also don’t really think it’s that imperative because i’m hoping it also survives its first night and sunset doesn’t accidentally crush it. but its so tiny oh my god (it will be named after some sort of star. probably polaris, dipper, corvus, or orion) it is also an only child as of 2am 10/18/23).

anyway tldr i got 3/5 cats by yoinking them off the street paid for 1 (one) at petsmart and the other was born maybe ten hours ago. so. :) also theyre my babies i will literally spam pictures of them i do not care my personal instagram is mostly cat pictures.

#kitty rambles #ask box pals #cisher-galathem #you had. excellent timing with your ask. #also!! tw for pet death/pet loss in the following tags: #also leia was luke’s sister - didn’t include her in the ask bc she passed two years ago!! she was my esa in all but legality and my cuddle #buddy and best friend - also the shoulder cat i mentioned! she did it for a few years then stopped :( which was sad. i still have a bunch of #pictures of her + luke together & her by herself (she had like. picked me as her person. and to 17y/o me that was a blessing) #i dont mind talking abt her but i’d probably do that in a separate ask lol #also sorry not a lot of these r cat pictures so give me a moment and i can just fuckin spam them

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

I loved your Darcy/Brock story with Dara needing set up with someone cuz she wanted to lose her virginity. I was wondering if you ever thought about writing if it was the other way around- Brock was too busy getting into the Marines, then with SHIELD and Hydra etc, and at his age it's too embarrassing to get into?

Oh mannnnnnnnn. I have to think about this one, because my first reaction is that I can't imagine it with a Brock who is that risk-taking in other areas (work, spying, jumping out of planes, etc.) of his life. My head canon for that version of Darcy was that she was more shy/risk-adverse and had a tiny true crime narrator in her head that kept her from going home with strangers, but that mindset doesn't work as well with this guy:

Two ideas, just off the top of my head: 1. He's so traumatized/has a history of violence going back to childhood that he doesn't let anybody NEAR him. Ever. "No touch, touch bad*" is his personal motto.

2. He's never had sex in a relationship. It's all app hookups or, ahem, pay to play (and then please go away). The idea of having sex with someone he has to see on a regular basis, share meals or small talk with, or who actually knows something about him makes him want to pace crop circles in his carpets. Nuh-uh, none of that. Conversation with someone who has seen him naked? No f---- way. 3. Combo of 1 & 2? *Story time: when I was in high school, a substitute drama teacher grabbed a student's arm because they were chasing each other around our crazy old auditorium. The guy just looked at him and said, "no touch, touch bad." We started repeating it as a joke and it kinda stuck. The context is funnier and less traumatic than it sounds!

#fic ideas #taserbones #I gotta brainstorm this one

[naruhinamain]

"can't forget about my other fav fandom cheerleader and my internet friend (😉) 💜💜💜💜 I don't think that I've ever been so lucky to have someone like you in my life. I'm so super grateful for every memory, every laugh, every time we've pined for lord seventh.... 👉👈 just EVERYTHING. thank you. thank you for being here for us, for every comment, and for every loving word. but above all, thank you for being my internet friend. love you and wish you all the best always. mwah. ❤"

"Amma, Thank you for sharing your constant energy and ideas with the naruhina fandom (with me ❤) Everything has been so much funnier (and hornier) since I've met you. Please never change and keep taking good care of yourself."

"The DILF thread wouldn't have started without your memorable ask hehe. You'll always have a special place in my heart Amma! Much love and hugs sent your way!"

LINKS: TUMBLR @your-internetfriend

#naruhina #nhmonth #naruhina2022 #naruhina month 2022 #nhmonth2022 #nh fair creator spotlight #your-internetfriend

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

One Step at a Time (Love’s Wrecks, Part 5.)

Description: Heartbreak is one hell of a bitch. And one Edward Teach could tell you all about it. Yet thanks to Fate being a little trickster, there’s a person who enters his life to remind him of how nice it is of having someone he can confide in, someone he can care about, and someone he can trust. To remind him, what it means to have a friend for better or worse.  

Part Summary: After suffering through an emotional breakdown, Edward realizes that you might be a person he can talk to about his feelings, ideas, and everything that is going down inside his head. Meanwhile, the crew tries to guess what happened and even has a very surprising request towards you.

Word counter: 4.5 K

A/N: To explain it: yes, the reader is reading The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen and yes, it mirrors the pilot (when Stede reads them Pinocchio) deliberately. I realize that The Ugly Duckling was written after both Stede and Ed had been dead already, but guess what? Pinocchio is even fucking older, so, please, don’t be negative about small details. Anyway, I love these small bonding scenes and when I’m trying to write down someone’s lines (dialogue), I always imagine how they’d say it. Shit suddenly gets 10 times funnier inside my head.

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @soliyra-the-sunbringer @le--petit--croissant

Series master list:  h e r e   | Series play list:  h e r e

Waking up and laying in an unknown room was one of the wildest things you've done in a long time. Maybe even ever, to be frank. There was this horrendous smell of stale rum lingering about, the dust was settling down with each passing second. God fucking dammit, it honestly was one of the worst smells you woken up to - it was sharing the number one spot right next to John’s farts. With a quiet swear, you managed to sit up and look around you. You've been too sleepy to connect all the dots from the previous evening. You've surely had to be on board the Revenge, but you couldn't name in which part of you currently were. This was some brand-new scenery for you. Clearing your throat, you decided to explore the place a bit.

For a moment, you’ve been looking around a wardrobe that was genuinely impressive in both size and variety - and for a reason, you immediately knew that none of the clothes belonged to Blackbeard himself. There was an enormous amount of luxurious fabrics, from normal linen to some expensive-looking silk; some were exotic with intricate patterns decorated with gold or gemstones. The color pallet was lively, from plain grey or black to teal blue and shiny orange. Honestly, it was a breath of fresh air after seeing all the boring, torn, and dirty clothes the boys wore all the time. And more so, all the clothes smelled fresh too. This simply had to be a remnant of Stede Bonnet.

With a small frown, you yawned and stretched your back, almost screaming when something gentle tickled your calves. Looking down on your feet, you’ve noticed that you’ve covered and tugged into a long pink silk robe with an intricate pattern as well. And it was at that moment when your brain started to remember what had even happened the evening before. With each new memory, your eyes were widening in panic; bringing the tea, Blackbeard crying, you trying to comfort him… Fuck you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you moaned inside your head, this is beyond bad. This is horrible. What the fuck have I done?

Now, there was the question of what to do next. You could’ve stayed in the sulking room and panicked for a bit more, you could’ve picked yourself up on your feet and walked out of there, or, also, you could’ve just opened the window behind you and just jump overboard before either of the two idiots (the idiots being the captain and his right hand) will have the chance to execute that stunt themselves. It took you quite a bit to go through all of the options above, but you decided for living (just for now anyway); so you picked yourself up on your feet, hung the rope on one of the hangers, and straightened up. The newfound confidence didn't stick around for too long, though - moments later, you've been walking out of the sulking room hugging yourself, looking around like a hunted animal.

At first, you didn’t see him anywhere; that made you calm down a bit as you crept towards the table to pick all of the dishes up. You’ve been just putting the last bowl onto the tray when the wooden floor crooked right in front of the captain’s bed, making you jump since the sound alone scared you. To be frank, it was amusing to watch you from the shadows. You've been moving at a surprising fact pace, constantly looking left and right. The room was still pretty dark, so you didn’t blame yourself for not seeing Blackbeard earlier - and this time, you could see that it was him operating the body. His eyes were dark once more, the emotions were huddled up and frankly, you haven’t been able to read them; to be honest, it was freaky to look him in the two black holes in the middle of his face. The man was now furrowing as he tilted his head a bit, furrowing while taking in each move you took - his eyes slipped on your parted lips, on your widened eyes and shaking hands. You’ve been the most horrified he had seen you... Even more terrified than when he barely missed your forehead with that empty bottle.

What happened last night? What was that short-circuit you've noticed yesterday? Well, that wasn't that hard to explain. At least inside his head. For you, it must've been unexplainable. Edward was weak. Why was he weak? Because it was the three-month anniversary of Stede simply leaving him alone and about; three months of endless depression, anxiety, and hatred. Sometimes, Blackbeard couldn’t be the default setting, and yesterday, you’ve seen Edward taking control, letting the myth sleep for a bit. The anniversary made an absolute mess out of him, making him unable to control himself, he wasn't able to keep it in. All Edward wanted to do was to drink as much alcohol as he could, his goal was to pass out, to numb the pain for a bit; and you’ve been there to experience it first hand. And not only to see it but to help him go through it.

This was the part that caught Edward off guard. Ever since he started bottling his emotions once more, which happened after Stede disappeared, Edward didn’t have an option to confide in anyone. No one gave two cents about how was he feeling, nobody wanted to listen to his pathetic whining, and anyone on the ship hardly cared for Edward's feelings by now. Well... Not until yesterday. No one except you, it seemed. Maybe that was why Ed gave in so easily once you offered him the option to be vulnerable and broken, to open up without using any words. The man was so deprived, alone, and sad that he jumped after that offer. Now, you knew how weak he could be. What confused him the most was the fact that it… Felt relieving. It made him feel better.

Three months was a long time to lose himself to Blackbeard and to the chaos of the pirate way of living. It was very easy to slip back into the myth, to act as he was supposed to. Violence helped ease things a bit; aggression too, but it wasn't a healthy resolution in the long run. It wasn't any kind of resolution if he had to be frank. Truth be fucking told, Blackbeard wasn’t at all what Edward wanted to be. The day before? Maybe, yeah; did he want to be Blackbeard this morning? No fucking way. You weren’t Stede by no means, you didn’t know Edward well nor did you share any kind of connection to him (you weren’t even attempting to be a pirate), but there was this warm, gentle look in your eyes. And that was why you reminded him of Stede as much, because of that shy, gentle gaze. It was reminiscent of the emotion Edward associated with the word 'safety' - it was the look of friendship. So, Edward took another step forward and furrowed, even more, piercing his eyes through your ashen face and terrified expression. Then, he put one of his thumbs behind his belt and stopped on the other side of the table.

“I told you to leave me alone, didn’t I?” - The man asked, lighting up a smoking pipe while shooting sharp gazes your way. He’d swear you were about to faint; you put a palm on your chest, you started to breathe heavily and your eyes were tearing up. “And if I’m correct, and I know I am, Izzy also told you to leave me alone. And you, against all direct orders, stayed here with me. You’re nothing more than a fucking tea brewer, which isn't any kind of useful position, by the way, and yet, you still managed to ignore us both. The most important men on board this vessel. That’s fucking fierce.” - That was the moment you started to sob, looking at him like a horrified child that was just caught doing something naughty. Blackbeard brought his eyebrows closer together, waiting for your answer; if you’d have known him, you’d surely notice the hint of unsaid admiration in his tone. The man honestly thought that not accepting direct orders just to offer him comfort was fierce and pretty fucking brave.

“I shouldn’t have done that, sir. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’ve sounded so… So lonely and I just think I got caught up in my emotions. I obviously wasn’t thinking clearly, ‘cause, you know how women get sometimes, and…” - The gaze you gave him was legitimately heartbreaking. Edward had to stop himself for a moment; what were you thinking about? Wait, what did you think he was going to do? Maybe he frightened you too well the first time and the rest was his reputation? - “Please don’t murder me because of this mistake, sir. I swear that I won’t tell a soul, not even a word. Nothing. I’ll be as silent as a…” - “Thank you.”

The man blurted out so suddenly that your speech halted in a matter of a second. You've been just thinking about various things you could be as silent as to when he repeated himself. - "Thank you." "I thought you were... Angry. Like, very angry." - You mumbled, not sure as to what you were supposed to do. The man thanked you, but what did it mean for you? First and foremost, it had to mean that you were not being killed off that day. Which, as usual, was something you sighed in relief for. To be frank, you noticed you were sighing like that a serious lot in the past few weeks... Was that a bad sign? - "Like murder me angry." "I should be, I suppose. If you want to die this much, I can... Kill you... I suppose." - The man answered with a furrow, barely containing the first waves of laughter shaking his body.

"Oh, if that's not an option, I'd very much prefer to stay alive. That sounds so much better." "Well, glad we have that off the table. On the other hand, I have a favor to ask you." "Oh, anything, captain. You can trust me. Anything you'd need, I'm your man... Woman... Whatever." - You blurted nervously, still shaking like a scared child. Edward didn't quite understand it; you heard it first hand, he had no intentions of killing you. Why were you still scared? Why did you barely look him in the eyes? Why didn't you have a normal, nice conversation with him? And, well, since Edward was never the patient one, his palm suddenly hit the desk of the table, making each piece of the porcelain set shake on the silver tray as well as made you jump a bit. - "Can you stop being so fucking scared? I'm trying to have a conversation with you, woman, relax already! I don't need you to stick your head up my asshole, just talk to me, goddammit!" - The man growled out in a deep voice, making you look him in the eyes again.

He let his palm lay on the desk, closing his eyes as he huffed out the smoke. Great. That much for making you more relaxed, huh? Using violent gestures, being angry, and overall just pissy. It wasn't his fault, that much he was sure of; Edward just forgot how to have a normal conversation. Izzy and he just spat insults into each other's face with Ed threatening to execute Izzy if he says one more word by the end of each interaction the two men had. It was so difficult trying to... Talk to someone again. "Must be my temper issues." - Edward stated with a neutral tone of voice, huffing smoke out once more. The next bit was what made you fully pay attention to the guy, though, simply because you'd never suspect he'd say that. - "Excuse me, Mrs. Trott." "My apologies, captain. What would you like me to do?" - This time, you added a small, sweet smile as you looked him in the face, slowly picking up the tray. The man in front of you was clearly struggling with forming the sentence, but he nodded after a while, looking away from you; this clearly wasn't an easy conversation for him.

"If it wouldn't be too strange, would you, in any case, serve the tea a bit later than usual and... Perhaps stay to have a talk?" - Edward mumbled out silently, so silently that you almost missed it. Oh dear, would you look at that - you were sure he was about to kill you just a minute ago and now you were about to have a tea party in the evening. That was, surely, a strange turn of events. On the other hand, you knew you couldn't exactly refuse this offer... See, you had to bear in mind that the man in front of you, no matter how shy and hurt he seemed to be, still was Blackbeard. Being alone with him still meant a risk; all it could take would be one bad look or a word and he could become agitated in a matter of seconds. But a straightaway refusal would put you in a really bad spot too. So, as usual, you just smiled and bowed a bit. - "It would be my pleasure to accompany you in the evening, sir. Should I bring you your morning brew, as usual?" "That would be nice of you, thanks. See ya." - The captain nodded and walked away from you, hiding in the back of the cabin once more. After that, you finally picked up the tray and waltzed out of the room, taking in a deep breath as you walked out of the small hallways, finally smelling the fresh air with the hint of salt. The weather was just beautiful - there were no clouds in the sky, the sun was shining and the sea was calm. Olivia was sitting on the rudder, right in front of Buttons' face, looking into the distance with her eyes narrowed; Buttons was standing right behind her with his eyes widened and yet, still absent, as usual. Swede was taking care of the rigging and Pete, as usual, was crawling on all fours and polishing the wooden part of the deck. It was yet another beautiful day on the Revenge... Not for too long, though.

As soon as the crew heard the door clicking back into the place, all the men turned their heads your way. Oh, God, yeah... You had some explaining to do, didn't you? You didn't think about what you were gonna say to the boys once you'll see them. The realization hit you as soon as you saw them, doing their daily chores; you had to come up with a story, no matter how stupid the story might be. And, as if this alone wasn't enough to bring your mood down a bit, it wasn't only the boys who saw you - Izzy, as soon as you appeared, cleared his throat and widened his eyes. Oh, fuck, you were in deep trouble, weren't you? ¨

"May I have a word, lady Trott?" - The small scrag called out to you, making you stop with a tensed smile on your lips. - "Why of course, sir." - You answered with a wide smile, following him to the back of the ship. As soon as he was sure you were out earshot, he caught the wooden railing in his palms and clenched his jaws. Izzy was about to lose it at any moment. "What did I ask you to do?" "Not to talk about anything I'd see or hear in the cabin, sir. Not like I planned on it, anyway." "That's cute, but that's not all, is it?" "Ah, I see. In my defense, I acted on the captain's behalf and with his permission..." - "But that's not what you were asked for, you... Moron." - Izzy hissed with his voice so high-pitched that you wondered about how high his testicles had to be. - "I asked you not to react to anything that would be happening in there, does that ring a bell?" "I'm once again telling you that I acted with Blackbeard's personal permission and with his well-being in mind. Do you have any idea about what your captain looked like yesterday, sir? Like a piece of mess." - This time, you stepped closer to Izzy and pushed your face into his personal space, hissing back at him. Being under Edward's wings, in a sense, made you feel confident. Since the captain sure as hell wanted you alive in the evening, that meant that Izzy couldn't get you killed throughout the day. - "How in the hell would you want him to obtain his reputation as Blackbeard if he's barely capable of walking out of his goddamn bedroom? Hm? And guess what, sir? The captain wants to talk to me in the evening, so if even try to lay your dirty rat fingers on me, you will have to explain yourself to him. Now, move out of my way, please. Have a wonderful day, sir."

As you left Izzy standing there, you were grinning to yourself with pride; the idiot was staring at you with his mouth open wide, not understanding anything you were blabbering. Where did that confidence come from? Who were you? A few days back, you'd start shaking just because Izzy would look your way. And now? Now, you were threatening him. - "What the fuck?" - The man mumbled as he watched you open the door leading into the kitchen, disappearing there with the silver tray in your palms. Long story short, you weren't wrong. Each member of the crew was super curious about what had happened the evening before - where were you? Why didn't you come? Why was your spot empty? Swede was so upset by your sudden disappearance that he couldn't shut his eyes the entire time.

As soon as you delivered Edward his morning brew of tea (this time, he was nowhere to be seen or heard), everyone started asking you, telling you their theories; they, in fact, had so many theories that they kept on coming until the very evening. To be honest, you and Jim had the time of your lives laughing at all of the theories; one being more stupid and outrageous than the one before. Wee John thought that you were turned into a mermaid and jumped off the ship to report to King Triton, the king of the seas. Swede was sure that you spent your night tied up to the hull of the ship as a punishment for being a woman (because Izzy sure as hell was that kind of a bastard), Frenchie told you a whole ass story about witches and cats... And the absurdities were becoming more and more absurd.

Only Jim wholeheartedly didn't care about where you've been or what you've been doing; they were enjoying all of the lunatic theories since they had to go through the same experience when the men learned they were not a mute man named Jim. Since you've been going through the theories while eating dinner, you two had been sitting at the head of the table, laughing while eating your goulash. "I think I'm going to disappoint you, guys." - You snickered after Buttons told you his personal theory. It was so crazy and intense that you only barely understood what it had been about. - "What really happened is that... I slipped on a soap bar in the cabin, hit my head, and passed out. As soon as I woke up, I packed everything up and left the cabin. But the witch-slash-cat theory? That's a fire one, Frenchie. Really good."   "That's not what happened, is it?" - Oluwande asked with a grin on his face. "No, it's not." - You admitted, snickering as well. "And you're not going to tell us, are you?" - Jim asked with a smile on their face, watching your grin widen as you shook your head. - "But all of the theories were really good and creative. Why aren't you guys storytellers or something? Holy hell, imagine how would it look like if any of you could write."

As you used the phrase, storytellers, everyone's face saddened a bit. Everything that was happening at that table was so reminiscent of the days when Stede was around. The atmosphere was so warm and nice, everyone was a wee bit more careless than usual, and everyone felt nice. And damn, it felt good, to forget everything for a minute and to simply compete about who will come up with the most insane, weird fucking story. They missed the evenings when Stede would just sit down among his men, trying to learn more about them, telling them various stories and laughing at theirs. Suddenly, Swede looked you in the face with his baby-blue eyes and started pleading in a quiet, soothing voice... - "Y/N... You can read and write, right?" "I suppose I can." - With a chuckle, you tipped your bread in the goulash again. The entire crew was watching your face, making you very uncomfortable. With a snort, you jolted a bit. - "Yes. Yes, I can fucking read. Why?"

"Would there be a possibility..." - Pete mumbled, having others joining him. - "Yeah, just a slight one, you see?" - "It's kind of stupid to ask, but it could be really nice." - "And we mean... Very nice." - "Oh it would be great..." - "We would love that, honestly. Isn't that right?" - "Absolutely, man." "All of you, stop. Just tell me what you need me to do. Yes, I can read and I can write too, but how does that help any of you?" "Would you mind reading us a bedtime story?" - Wee John asked all of sudden, catching you off guard. With each passing day, the crew of Revenge surprised you more and more. At first, you thought they had to be joking. All of them were adult men, no shit they'd ask you for a bedtime story, right? Right? The longer you looked around the table, the more obvious it was becoming that none of the men was joking. They seriously wanted you to read them a bedtime story. There were moments in which it was very easy to forget that no matter how tough these men attempted to be, they were still softies on the inside. And so, with a big smile on your lips, you nodded. - "Fine, I'll read you a bedtime story tonight. Did... Did he do that?"

"Every night." - Jim answered, looking into their bowl of goulash. While they were going through memories inside their head, there was a small smile appeared on their lips. - "Back when I was still just... Jim, he read us the fairytale about the wooden boy. That was fun and... Wee John cried like a small girl." "Of course I did, the boy made it! He became life!" - John started defending himself with passion, turning the conversation into an argument rather quickly. So Stede read them bedtime stories... Wow. How much there could be to know about Stede Bonnet? It almost felt as if you were following in his footsteps and no matter what you learned about him, it was always a pleasant surprise. The man seemed to care about his crew so deeply and with so much warmth and love... Why did he leave? What happened? More so, did it have to do anything with the conflict he and Edward had going on? Even if you learned new information each day, it still felt like you barely knew anything about the Gentleman pirate.

An hour later, the tea set was prepared on the silver try; you were sitting on a barrel in the subdeck with a laters swinging above your head, watching the men go to sleep. You chose one of the children's books that you got from the boys; when Lucius heard about this strange request, a painful smile appeared on his face, but he didn't say anything. There was a gentle smile on your face; Wee John was holding a doll in his enormous fist, Roach was hugging a bag of potatoes with a contained smile on his face, Swede was looking up at you and Pete was sort of laying in front of you. - "Everyone tugged in?" - You asked after a few minutes of fuss. Suddenly, the entire underdeck became silent and all eyes were fixed on you. "Alright... Close your eyes now, just like that... That's it... Oi, what's the fuss? Listen, Fang, if you don't close your eyes right now, we ain't starting." - With a portrayed furrow, you pointed your finger at him and warned him. Suddenly, every man in the room was looking at him, telling him to lay down and to close his eyes. Wow, fairy tales were taken rather seriously on this ship, you realized. - "Guys, I think he got the memo. Calm down." - Waiting for a bit longer, the men finally closed their eyes and waited for you to start reading. And so, you decided to finally open the book and started reading. - "Ehm..." - You cleared your throat quickly, finally looking at the first page. - "It was so beautiful out on the country, it was summer - the wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and down among the green meadows the hay was stacked..."

As you continued on reading, the room was becoming more and more silent; until the first snores disturbed the heavenly peace. Stopping yourself, you put your finger on the word you've been just reading and looked around. The men were all sleeping now, snoring and breathing loudly, farting and slobbering all over the place. You managed to barely read half of the first fairy tale; the ugly duckling was just bumped into the wild ducks who had been wondering about who the hell the creature is. Sighing, you quietly slipped down off the barrel, putting the book on top of it. Tiptoeing on the tips of your feet, you caught the lantern in your fingers and blew the candle before leaving the underdeck altogether. You had a promise to keep.

#blackbeard x fem!reader #edward teach x fem!reader #bi edward teach #our flag means death #our flag means death series/imagine #ofmd #our flag means death hbo #OFMD crew in action #look at all of my boys being sissies #i love the entire crew lmao #they be all stupid but in their own way and that's so cute #izzy be hissing in the background cause reader finally told him to fuck off #oh another wonderful day on board of the revenge #stede bonnet #stede bonnet x edward teach #we are getting there boys #the *drama*

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Frankenhooker (Henenlotter, 1990)

You know when you have a circle of friends, online or otherwise, and you seemingly share mutual cinematic interests, and it turns out one of you hasn’t seen a certain movie that everyone else is very enthusiastic about, and the reaction is collective incredulity followed by rigorous peer pressure? I’m not gonna turn this into a PSA about the dangers of bullying, and I certainly am not advocating for the practice, but am merely observing that it can have an impact, and in some very specific scenarios, the impact can be positive. Which is to say I was on the receiving end of this last night when I admitted that I hadn’t seen Frankenhooker, and that I was, ahem, persuaded to finally watch this, and guess what, I enjoyed it. Now let’s keep our voices down so they don’t get any funny ideas about making me watch other movies I might actually like.

The plot here has a young woman played by Patty Mullen mangled to death by a fancy lawnmower invented by her electrician / amateur surgeon fiance played by James Lorinz. Lorinz, stricken with grief, decides to put his hobby to use by reassembling the love of his life, but also making her better. By which I mean stitching together the perfect set of body parts from hookers he plans to, but maybe doesn’t exactly follow though on, killing. There’s obviously some points being made about the objectification of women, although the movie is less concerned about driving the point home than it is about mining the idea for punchlines. A very funny early scene has Lorinz showing the deceased Mullen his plans for her, demonstrated by a cutout of her head taped over the body of a very busty nude model. (It would have been even funnier if the body was taken from Mullen’s own Penthouse centerfolds, but I was not able to confirm that from a quick Google search. Not on a work computer, of course.) There’s also a montage where the hero, in a doctor outfit, scopes out the choicest parts from the group of hookers he hired, the sensorial overload from the closeups dissolving the line between satire and indulgence. It’s worth noting that Lorinz resembles a sicklier Andrew McCarthy, like a weirdo brother who doesn’t leave the house much, and that based on the five minutes of Mannequin I caught on TV once, there might be similarities between the two movies. I’m sure someone somewhere has written an essay comparing the two, I’ll be sure to read it once I see the other movie. (Please don’t bully me into seeing Mannequin.)

This is a very likable movie. For a story about stitching together the bodies of dead prostitutes, it’s surprisingly good natured. The grief-stricken hero, while strongly contemplating some pretty reprehensible actions, doesn’t actually follow through on them, so the movie is able to keep us on his side, and much of what follows is his plan spiraling out of control rather than active wrongdoing on his part. Of course, were the movie to have him do some outright evil deeds, it could have made for an interesting, if queasier movie, but the relative gentleness ties nicely into the milieu. This was made right around the time the old, grimy New York started to get cleaned up into the more overtly commercial form we know today. This is directed by Frank Henenlotter, whose Basket Case and Brain Damage I remember pushing its heroes into morally murkier waters and seemed firmly entrenched in the pre-cleanup era. This has his worldview maybe softening along with the city. (It’s been a while since I’ve seen both of those, so a rewatch maybe in order.) The murders are more bombastic than gruesome (optical electrocution effects and chintzy explosions figure heavily), although there are some pleasingly disgusting effects towards the end when we see what happened with the leftovers from the hero’s activities.

And as a horror comedy, this is a success, in that it’s very funny as Henenlotter knows how to nail a punchline. I’ve cited a few examples above, but my favourite is an early scene where the Lorinz feeds a glass of wine to Mullen’s severed head, and the wine pours out the bottom of her neck and spills onto the table, because of course it does. Maybe it sounds gross on paper, but there’s something about the reality of the situation intruding on the artificial setup that’s deeply funny to me. And it helps that we have a great performance by Mullen in the titular role. It’s a very specific role, but I think she pulls it off with aplomb, combining an ungainly physicality and rubberfaced charisma to breathe, uh, life into what could have been a mere gag. I’m looking at her IMDb page and she has only a handful of credits to her name. I’m sure there are perfectly good reasons for this, but the movies are poorer.

#film #movie review #frankenhooker #frank henenlotter

[russianremy]

I loved making up slavic bsd content and it’s becoming an au of sorts.. so I will list some characters and things I’ve thought of for them.

- so my main hc’s derive from the idea that Fyodor was in some type of mafia from a young age, similar to Dazai but the Russian way, you can see the original post here. So with this the first character I have thought about was Nabokov.

- So this one I made purely to humour myself since it’s essentially Mori but Russian. As we know Nabokov is most famous for his book ‘Lolita’ and I won’t elaborate on the story itself but his ability would be Lolita and he’d have his own Elise or something but I’d like to assume that he’s worse than Mori in certain aspects just because the book explicitly covers the topics which I won’t elaborate on.

- The next one is based on my personal favourite author, Bulgakov. Bulgakov was trained in medicine so I would propose that he is a medic for the organisation and his ability would be titled ‘heart of a dog’ since I believe it works in this context, however, the master and margarita would be a good one but an ability with that title would be more of a controlling one, in which the user is the master while the margarita is the thing being controlled if that makes sense? But the fatal eggs would be a funnier name, but humour isn’t the aim! He also has a book titled black snow, but that would just be a rip off of Tanizaki and Kyōka. So to not repeat the pattern of ‘snow’ I believe heart of a dog is the best option, considering the book is quite medical.

- Zamyatin was raised Christian but lost his faith and his work (especially we) satirised/criticised the soviet unions enforced conformity, so if we assume that Nikolai and Fyodor knew each other from a young age (elaborated here) we can infer that Zamyatin was maybe an influence to Nikolai for freedom of some sort. In my original hc I stated that Nikolai’s parent was the main influence but in teenage years maybe Zamyatin was Nikolai’s Oda? I believe Fyodor would have had a distaste towards him due to the anti religion aspects yet still respected Zamyatin as an elder and other factors. His ability could be one of two; one based on his most famous book ‘we’ and ‘the dragon’. I believe the dragon would be too predictable since it seems like it would just allow him to summon a dragon or something, but with ‘We’ we can be more creative and maybe give him an ability like Fukuzawa’s or maybe one with religious connotations since the bible emphasised the unity between all, and if we do take the religious aspect maybe Zamyatin would have a distaste for his ability which could have been an influence for Fyodor’s ideals to eradicate them (I believe this is a stretch though).

- Another famous author that would be included is, of course, Leo Tolstoy. His ability is quite obvious going to be ‘war and peace’ but personally I don’t see how this would work for someone in a ‘mafia’ type group, so if you have any ideas please do share!

- Some others I haven’t covered that I believe would be good additions: Baranskaya (a week like any other), Kurkov (death and the penguin).

This isn’t well written and is purely a train of consciousness, but I would like to share more of my ideas and express my passion for Slavic authors!!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd decay of angels #fyodor dostoevsky #nikolai gogol #bsd headcanons

[cowboysandunicorns]

I had a dream last night that I was playing as a full-blooded vampire in a Curse of Strahd campaign, as one of Strad's long-lost relatives.

Which I know sounds very that guy of me, but the plot twist was, it was VERY distant relative - like a mother-in-law's great-grandson's tenth cousin twice-removed

And instead of going on some epic quest for revenge/daddy's love, he like, barely knew Strahd at all, and has no idea why Strahd invited him to his dumb birthday party* (note: pretty sure that was not the original campaign hook but it has been a while) but decided to go out of morbid curiosity

Like the vampire equivalent of hearing the name of someone who you can only remember as the kid who would spent the entire recess sitting on the playground eating handfuls of sand.

So my vampire goes, gets trapped in the city, you know the drill. Where he spends the rest of the campaign being mostly unfazed by Strahd's deadly games - but being absolutely horrified by Strahd's weird incel behavior and terrible taste. Ocassionally sharing family gossip and embarrassing stories about Strahd's childhood, and desperately trying to assure the rest of the party #notallvampires

My vampire was kind of a dick too, which just made the whole thing even funnier. Like he would constantly compare humans to capri-suns and just could not comprehend Strad's obsession with Ireena, which he said was like if a human spent their whole life trying to resurrect their pet goldfish that died 40 years ago

Anyways there's more but I think what I'm really trying to say is can I please join someone's Curse of Strahd campaign?

#also there was a scene where Strahd trapped the party in a dining room and forced us to help him write love songs while he played guitar #and you couldn't just smile and say you loved it - he wanted constructive feedback but if he ever got any he would act personally attacked #curse of strahd #dnd #dnd horror stories #scariest campaign in years #not all vampires

[brightgnosis]

I've been on this specific platform for 13 years straight, and no interaction I’ve ever had here has honestly been funnier than someone, today, who bulldozed a politely requested boundary of mine not to reblog certain bits of my content from my blog ... Telling me "this isn't Twitter" ... After questioning "why I'd bother posting something here in the fist place if I didn't want people reblogging things from me" ... After I politely asked them to remove it (and thus respect said boundary of mine clearly established since the beginning of this blog).

I genuinely don't know how to explain to people that Tumblr is, first and foremost and above everything else, a multi-form blogging platform. One which is owned by Automatic now (who owns Wordpress). And which just intentionally rolled out reblog controls to boot; a feature which we've been explicitly requesting they implement since the early 2010's.

Of course it’s not and will never operate like Twitter. But you cannot be mislead by the fact that this blogging platform is more interactive than others out there and integrates other social media functions not typically seen on blogging platforms. And it being a blogging platform first and foremost, does mean that there are specific rules of etiquette, certain expectations of behavior and interaction, and specific opinions on privacy and data sharing that exist (and have always existed) here that you simply won’t find on other social media platforms. Hence why we have been requesting things like reblog controls since the early 2010′s.

----- Or that popularity and reach isn't everything the world revolves around- let alone something everyone is interested in (or always the point of posting things on social media in the first place). 

The entire idea that is (or should be)? Is a direct result of Social Media becoming the primary tool of Marketing for companies and brands (and anyone else whose goal is ultimately to sell you things, whether for good or ill)- combined with Hustle Culture, and the creation of the concept of Self-As-Brand (especially aestheticized).

----- And that it is exactly a Twitter-esque mentality to believe that because it is public you have carte blanche, and are entitled to do what you please with it- other people's boundaries surrounding their personal content and spaces be absolutely damned.

There is a reason I regularly make posts telling my followers to treat me like a Human Being and interact with me on a Human level, instead of treating me like another number in their follower count; a content producing machine they're just here to mindlessly reblog what little rebloggable content I put on my blog from.

Because I am not a content machine. I am a human Being. And I am posting predominantly personal content, and content with a personal context; stuff related to my own life, my own ancestry, my own studies, and so on ... If you are not here for that- if you are not here for me as a Human, and a Person- then you ultimately have no place being here at all.

This is the problem with us now being conditioned to treat Social Media as content-first instead of treating it as people-first like it should (and used to) be. And personally I have no tolerance for it in my spaces.

To treat everyone online as Human Beings and Individual Persons (instead of content farms) is an essential skill we all need to start re-learning again.

#Personal #Daily Life #2022

[thunderpounce-inc]

Inc's wacky fan continuity idea: Transformers: Autowar

Expanding on this idea, because I have been reading too much Orion's Arm again (it's REALLY GOOD if you like sci-fi!)

Setting goes that Unicron and Primus are some unknown agent's feral autowars, abandoned like aquarium fish dumped in a stream to become invasive species. Both are non-self-aware animin transaptient (aka AI that gets so smart it becomes like a human is to an animal) manufacturing bases, and the actual transformers are their modosophont combat units.

Meta, the goal is turn Transformers into starfish aliens (kind of) while keeping largely the same themes and shapes

Also yes I know much of this is kind of inherently softer sci-fi than OA, merging something with Transformers kind of requires one to let things get a little silly. I have a great temptation to get VERY SERIOUS with this but I have enough overly thought out projects, let's let the transformers be a little silly,,,

The Quintessons at one point find these feral autowars and try to tame them for their own uses, but it goes badly when the transformer units themselves revolt.

A late-stage major conflict of the story will probably be galactic pest control being called under the command of 'we heard someone very irresponsibly dropped off a bunch of autowars out here in the middle of nowhere to become someone else's problem. what do you MEAN the combat units are sophont?!'

An overarching conflict would be the fact that the transformers war itself is old but also illogical; the original conflict Unicron and Primus were built for is long over, and is only continued out of something akin to an instinctual drive. All transformers are (usually) built by Unicron (Decepticons) or Primus (Autobots), and both of those make new transformers with the explicit purpose of using them to try to kill the other. And of course, the individual transformers themselves perpetuate it because 'well HE killed my conjunx and SHE committed a war crime and THEY just piss me off because I have been having my ass whopped by them for the past 1,000 years-' and so on. People are petty, vengeful creatures and that applies to robot people too. Especially if they are very hard to kill and so the bombastic near-ritualistic combat isn't as dangerous as it seems. (revel in the over the top nonsense. bake it into the worldbuilding! give it consequences!)

The world I have in mind for this is a little more OA flavored inevitably; late late late space age, but a bit tumultuous despite the prevalence of things like mind uploading and morphological freedom and ascension.

Transapient Optimus would be a really funny idea, I think. OP who is unimaginably wise because he's breached the first toposophic barrier, and sometimes makes decisions that seem to predict the future or deal with problems everyone else didn't even notice were happening. But who also sometimes acts in bizzare and seemingly illogical and irrational ways because he is aware of facts that are just not comprehensible to modosophonts. Megatron inevitably has to also to be transapient to stand up to OP with any hope of not immediately crumpling, but maybe it would be funnier to hand that role to Soundwave, who in continuities like TFP sometimes feels like the guy who's ACTUALLY running the show. The Matrix of Leadership, obviously, would be some manner of transapientech/clarketech, maybe given by Primus to upgrade one of their units to S:1.

Overall the idea is pretty much a transformers/Orion's Arm crossover since it's basically injecting OA ideas into a TF setting.

Feel free to do with this rough idea as you please! make modifications, speciate it, whatever c:

I share it because it's fun, not to like claim it as the ultimate authority

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I posted 481 times in 2022

That's 480 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (6%)

450 posts reblogged (94%)

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I tagged 324 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#kyman - 11 posts

#no thoughts only kyman - 9 posts

#ask - 9 posts

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#anon - 7 posts

#sp kyman - 5 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he’s like ‘no one wants to hear us talk for 20 mins straight’ like uh sir???? yes we do???? that’s why we are listening to the commentary!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

just had a vision of cartman singing heart boner by nsp to kyle at their wedding and beforehand he’s like “this is a song by a beautiful Jew... but not nearly as beautiful as THE JEW I JUST MARRIED!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU KYLE” and then he belts it out with his beautiful tenor voice and fucking kills the performance. many in attendance are scandalized by the crude lyrics, though most people there are either confused or laughing their asses off. it’s also a weirdly touching song and kyle loves it asdjfkldsjf. stan is already drunk by that point in the night so he actually tears up a little when cartman hits the long high note and kenny pisses himself from laughing too hard

33 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW KYMANS?? please I beg u…. this fic is making me insane I need someone to share my suffering

anyway here have some out-of-context memes from the fic under the cut:

chapter 1:

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47 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#3

a big part of the reason why I like the idea of cartman being a sub is because it’s SOOO MUCH FUNNIER than him being a dom!!

like here’s this selfish, cruel, horribly bigoted kid who has fucking MURDERED people and is the worst piece of shit on the planet.... but what he secretly wants more than anything in the world is for someone to bend him over a table, yank his hair, call him a slut, and fuck his brains out ajfkldsjfksldjf. it’s the same reason why I loved rabbi cartman in post-covid, because him converting and becoming more involved in the jewish faith than kyle after years of spewing antisemitic bullshit is fucking hilarious compared to like... generic mean CEO cartman

and this counts double in the context of a potential relationship with kyle!! it’s WAY more interesting that he’d want the kid he’s bullied relentlessly do those things to him because he has a secret giant crush on him, all while in complete denial and putting up a sadistic front to cope. it’s completely within his character to play those sort of mind games with himself. 

in the sp documentary “six days to air” trey parker’s main piece of writing advice is to replace ‘ands’ with ‘buts’ or ‘therefores’ because that makes for a better story. so like, “cartman is antisemetic BUT he actually has a crush on kyle. cartman appears to be a sadist BUT he’s secretly a masochist, BUT he’s ashamed of that fact, THEREFORE he puts on a huge front and plays mind games with himself to cover up his true more shameful desires” is more interesting than “cartman is cruel and antisemitic and enjoys hurting people and is a dom” since the only ‘but’ in that scenario is that he’s antisemitic but he likes kyle.

tl;dr cartman is a sub. fight me

57 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#2

this clip’s been floating around on tumblr recently and matt’s acting made kyle sound SO GODDAMN CUTE, I wanted to see how it sounded with his adult/actual voice lol. the last 20 seconds especially make my heart melt 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

61 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i feel like i’m going fucking insane I was rewatching ‘night of the living homeless’ and there’s that scene of the boys escaping a house and kyle takes cartman’s hands and pulls him up to the vent and my brain just goes

like it was such a minor interaction but at this point my shipping goggles are GLUED to my FUCKING FACE 😭

79 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

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