#it could've been a Lot Worse Folks

[bumblesimagines]

Jordan Li

fancy running into you here.

do you have a second to talk?

fancy running into you here.

do you have a second to talk?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, Male!Reader

Going on a whim by saying Jordan's parents are fully traditional

You watched your fellow classmates, teachers, and parents mingle around, many of them desperate to make connections with richer folks who could be their stepping ladders into getting more invested in the Supe world. It always made you roll your eyes watching parents desperate to make a buck off their kids as if forcing them to have life-altering abilities hadn't been enough to sedate their greed. You'd long lost your own family in the crowd after having slipped away with the excuse of needing the bathroom. Not many classmates had been as smart as you. 

"Fancy running into you here." A familiar voice chimed from beside you, familiar enough for you to continue looking forward and sigh into the cup of vodka Cate Dunlap had so graciously gotten for you. Jordan slipped their hands out of their pockets and plopped down on the seat beside you, one hand reaching out to grab the glass cup from you and drink as well. Licking their lips, they asked, "Do you have a second to talk?"

"With you?" You turned your head to look at them and reached over to take your cup back. "Nah, I don't think so, Jordan. I'm a little busy at the moment."

Jordan rolled their eyes and leaned their arms against their legs, their eyes flickering over your features. "Doing what, exactly? Avoiding your parents?"

"You'd know a thing or two about that." You muttered, pouring the rest of the contents into your mouth before setting the cup aside and dabbing at your lips with the sleeve of your shirt. Jordan grimaced for a second, their eyes flickering away to search the crowd for the people they called Mom and Dad. 

"(Y/N), I just want to talk-" 

"And I don't, Jordan. There's nothing to talk about."

"There's a lot to talk about." Jordan snapped. "You ghosted me and then I learn from Cate that it's over? What the hell was that about?"

Truthfully, you had been rather... immature about dumping Jordan Li. Sure, instead of ghosting and ignoring them for a week or two and then asking innocent bystander Cate Dunlap to relay a break-up message to someone who had a hint of a bad temper and super strength in their masc form you could've sat with Jordan and spoken like adults, but you'd been left feeling pretty pissed off with them. Pissed off enough that you'd accidentally broken one of the water fountains without meaning to the day before deciding to go ghost. It wasn't completely your fault water naturally reacted to your emotions.

"I did you a favor, Jordan." You told them bitterly, sitting up in your seat. You doubted they'd let you leave so easily, especially with their hawk eyes trained and focused fully on you. 

"By leaving me out of nowhere? You know what's worse than being dumped over text? Someone else telling you that you've been dumped, (Y/N). At least Cate felt bad when she told me. You pretended I didn't even exist!" Jordan huffed, their leg beginning to bounce and their jaw visibly clenching. 

"I should've been doing that from the get-go seeing as you weren't even happy about being with me." You sneered and they blinked, eyes widening and shoulders slumping. Jordan immediately stood up and set their hands on the armrests of your chair, their fingers digging into the soft velvety fabric as they caged you in. 

"You were the first fucking person to accept me. Shit, you- you're the whole reason I even felt comfortable coming out, (Y/N)! First day of school I was shitting a brick and then you had the fucking nerve to look me in the eye and tell me I was pretty. And then you said it again when I showed you my other form. Of course, I was fucking happy with you. You're the only person I don't feel insecure around."

"Should I remind you that you were the one who said I was 'just a classmate' when your parents visited? You didn't even want to call me a friend in front of them!" You reminded them, fingers curling around the collar of their shirt and pushing them back until you could stand. You released them, noticing Dean Shetty making her way over in quick strides. Jordan's face fell completely, their brows lifting slightly at your words. "You don't want to tell your parents you also like guys? Great, take your time. But at least let me know you're going to treat me like a damn stranger when they're around so I know it's not a serious relationship." 

"(Y/N)-"

"There's plenty of people who'll date you and be your little secret, Jordan. I'm not one of them."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #gen v #gen v x reader #gen v x you #gen v x male reader #gen v x y/n #gen v prime #jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n #jordan li x male reader

[mooncleaver]

it is my greatest honor, loving you

ღ  life may not be eternal, but your love for him surely is

ღ  pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

ღ  warnings: very much angst, unrequited love obviously, major character death, graphic descriptions of wounds/blood

now playing ⇝ cardigan by taylor swift

my masterlist ♡

"why are you so reckless? you could've hurt yourself out there!" his voice sounded hoarse and tired, as if grains of sand ran through his throat as he attempted to calmly reprimand you. huh, that was ironic coming from percy. coming from a boy who'd sacrifice his own self for the sake of saving the people he loved.

now one might wonder how exactly you got into this situation, barely holding up while you clutched yourself, staring at the boy you came to love, arguing with him.

the battle of the labyrinth had been a tough and devastating one, annihilating a large number of demigods in the camp. it seemed that no one left the battle unscarred, whether physically or mentally.

perhaps one of the biggest losses was dionysus' son, castor, your fellow campmate. he was your friend,—a kind and fiercely loving one—often laughing and joking around together with him and pollux in the pavilion whenever you got the chance to. the earth had cried for him the moment he fell limp to the ground, soul whisked away in the arms of thanatos while the wine god's rage casted a mass of serpentine vines where he lay, the oblique, verdant greeneries prodding at his cold figure.

there were too many precious souls who were lost—among them being the ever-bright lee fletcher, who's light died when a giant brought his cruel demise—and the list only seemed to get longer the more you thought about it. you too, would be lining up for judgment soon enough, you predicted.

it was all too fast for you to fully remember, but one moment you were fighting off a giant and the next you had thrown yourself at a demigod from kronos' army intending to hurt an unaware percy. suddenly you were gripped so tightly on the shoulders, eyes widening with a quivering gasp while you looked down, only to see scarlet liquor leaking out of an obtrusive hole in your stomach, the twisted grin of your enemy patronizing your defenseless figure as you staggered back and clutched the liquid that flowed relentlessly. maybe if they didn't shuck it out as fast as it came in, maybe you would've lasted a lot longer. all you could do was choke out an amalgamation of incoherent sounds, knotting the flannel outer you wore around your midriff; the coil only flared the excruciating agony you were in.

you heard him crying out for you somewhere in the middle of it all, rough-hewn and distinctive among the clashing ores and shouts of rage and defeat. your stubborn head proved itself defiant when you'd ignored his pleas, his voice already fading away as he was dragged into another fight in the chaos. percy didn't see the folk puncturing you, only the aftermath when you stumbled back, your aghast reaction unmistakable to him. and maybe it was a good thing that he didn't know the severity of your condition. that only meant that he would bear much less of a burden than what he was already dealing with.

as dumb as it was, you kept fighting even after being heavily injured. your stab wound wasn't that bad, was it? if you could still stand—barely, that is—then you could still fight. the ringing in your ears only grew worse as adrenaline slowly numbed the pain, your vision turning into dizzy kaleidoscopes with every movement of your weapon.

you hoped your effort contributed something in the battle. somewhere in your mind you knew you'd end up at death's door sooner or later; there was no way you'd reach help in time before the immense blood loss took you away. but if there was one thing you knew, you wanted to be a hero before you died. you wanted to be able to leave a legacy behind, imagining an echoing battle cry before you fell with your dear sword beside you, or to die by protecting someone else so they could live a life fuller than yours. and you wanted to love someone completely, love someone so much that it leaves a searing inferno in your heart, to have a love that makes you go mad, a love that makes you feel alive. even if the one person you gave yourself to didn't want you.

it was something you'd never regret: being percy jackson's friend; loving him along the way, too. it has been your greatest adventure and your greatest honor to know him in this life, from the moment you stumbled upon his lonely figure near the muted docks of the traversing lake to the second you knew you cared for him in a way that transcended your own being. it was one of the most shattering experiences in your life: finding out that he didn't feel the same way about you. that intimate moment when he confessed his feelings about someone else right in front of your eyes; that would haunt you forever. if you could, you would erase that recollection from the depths of your mind, but you cared for him too much to forget that rare vulnerability shared between the two of you. you don't even think you have the will to erase any memory of percy jackson.

you'd cried yourself to sleep that night, wishing that it was all a dream when you woke up the next dawn. but fate has a funny way of working. each passing of her name on his lips chipped your heart away bit by bit, till it turned into a dilapidated mess that barely resembled what it looked like when the youth of discovering your first love coursed through its veins.

but no matter how much heartbreak hurt, loving someone is never a waste.

the two of you would never happen, no, not in a million years you thought. he had already given his heart away to someone else a long time ago, someone who you knew couldn't accept his love right now. it was just agonizing too see the way he would continue to pine after her and end up in the dust when reality came crushing in. still, he never gave up on her. because you simply don't give up on love.

that undying loyalty of his—the one you grew to despise and admire at the same time. you watched the way he chose her over you. every, single, time.

you understood it to a certain degree; you can't choose who you fall in love with. but that didn't make it hurt any less. so here you were now, left with a barren heart while you helped him pick up the pieces of his own.

percy's cry broke you out of your miserable thoughts, befuddled at how you were so accepting of your predicament. of course he would be. he didn't know you did it for him. "σκατά, y/n, you can't just- you can't risk your life for someone else!"

"but i did it for you." the silence became a little too loud, ringing in your ears like a haunted pendulum.

"what?" was his breathless response. his jaw was slowly opening, moving without a sound as if he didn't know what to say. you saw the way his brows scrunched up together, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.

you repeated it again. "i did it for you."

your face looked soulless, blotches of crimson blooming in petalled coteries on the ivory ribbons wrapped around your body. you had a cut on the vermillion border of your lips, blood slowly seeping back out the more you talked. it was becoming more difficult to open your eyes. your body was screaming at you to lay down, aching with a heaviness in your bones that could not be salvaged. you just wanted to rest, but you wouldn't leave him hanging like that. even if the closure was a painful one, it would be cruel to leave percy without telling him the truth of your heart. at least, that's what you thought. if you were going to die, then you were going to take one last chance of happiness than conceal it and close your eyes with only the memory of sorrow long lasting.

it was almost pitiful, really, the way you were still willing to entertain him even in your detrimental state. your eyes were sunken in deep exhaustion, still laden with mist that glinted as it caught the effulgent flicker lighting up the back of a cabin you could not bother to recognize.

he raised his voice at first, utter confusion and frustration unfurling in his tone until it dimmed out to something much softer, like the barely contained hurt was still lingering. "why?!.. why me?" his timbre earned a softer edge to it, fading into a sotto voce and if you let your hopes get a little too high you might've thought there was a hint of care in it.

you knew if you tilted your gaze the slightest bit at his direction you'd cave into the look in his eyes. it was too easy, too easy for percy to worm his way into your heart no matter how much he hurt you.

..why him?

why not him. it was the easiest thing in the world to do anything for percy jackson. you didn't understand why it was so hard for him to acknowledge the fact that you would actually walk to the ends of the earth for him and retrieve the stars from the sky if he wished. it was him who taught you that love was just as fragile and destructive as it was wonderful and invaluable, him who helped you open your eyes to a world much beautiful than what you'd made of it. and that in itself was worth far more than any materialistic attainment you've ever received. was it because he was questioning his place in your heart? how much you cherished him?

anger and sadness were a dangerous pair, and the pain you felt turned into something that blazed the walls of your heart, burning a path through your line of thought until frustration marred each corner of your mind. why couldn't he understand what your heart was trying to say? was it not obvious the way you were so painfully enamored by him? how dare he question his worth to you?

they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, bearing the deepest and obscure feelings one could have.

if percy wanted to know and wanted to see what you felt so badly, then you would show him exactly that. you looked up to him, arms clenched around your midriff with eyes carrying the heaviest spectacle of sorrow and longing; eyes that bared the weight of a burden held far too long and at that moment he finally understood. understood the utter pain and hopelessness you had repressed, understood why you were so willing to give your own life for him.

"because i love you, goddamit! i love you.."

the tension was more than palpable after your passion-filled declaration. you saw the way he faltered, staggering back almost with the brunt of what you just said. his breaths grew ragged and his eyes moved wildly as if he was searching for any bit of a lie in you.

"take that back.. please we can't- i can't-"

and then finally the words you've dreaded were spoken out of his mouth. a defeated breathe was knocked out of you the second he finished that sentence, burning through your nostrils while it flared the fountain threatening to cascade from your heavy waterline. no amount of mental preparation could've supported you in this moment. you already knew what he was going to say, unfortunately. you saw it in the way he refused let go of her despite the tribulations he faced. it just hurt knowing that your heart thought if the uncertainty of tomorrow was looming above, there might have been hope somewhere in there.

"cant what, percy? accept the love someone has for you when the person you're chasing after so clearly does not give one shit about you!" for a moment you watched the pain morph onto his face, and you knew you'd hit a nerve when you said that. it felt wrong.. so wrong to hurt him, but your anger and desperation got the best of you this time.

"i love you so much that it hurts," you pointed at your chest, borderline hurting yourself as your fists bunched up and tugged on the bloodied orange shirt that sheathed your wounded skin. "it hurts to see you in pain, to see your heart breaking apart when i can't even do anything about it. and i would.. i would do anything for you, but you-.. you don't want me.. and that's okay!" you laughed humorlessly, the sound so harrowingly hollow that it almost made him flinch.

"i'm okay.." you whispered and it sounded as if you were trying to convince yourself that you were not already crumbling.

"but that will never stop making me care about you. that's what love does to a person, percy, and i cant just take it back.." you wiped away the defiant tears that managed to flow down the planes of your face, sniffing the waver in your voice away and trying to look strong so he wouldn't feel so guilty over something he couldn't control.

"no, i wont take it back. because for me.. for me it's enough to know that i've made a change in your life—big or small. i could never regret loving you, percy."

and for the first time percy jackson truly felt like a coward. a coward to walk away, a coward to leave you with a broken heart, only shattering it more when he stepped out of that damn balcony. he felt like a coward for pushing away the unimaginable.

he didn't know that a few minutes later you'd collapsed from excessive blood loss, clutching that untreated wound on your stomach in a last attempt to get to the infirmary. he didn't know that this would be the last words he would hear from you—words that were so incredibly impassioned and sincere. he didn't know the exhaustion the apollo kids felt the minute you were carried in,—battered, mangled and barely pulling through—knowing there was yet another valiant soul they could not save. he did not know that till your last tattered breath you'd thought of him, a serene smile soothing your face as you surrendered to the familiar arms of reclamation that cradled your weightless body while the light slowly faded away.

percy jackson didn't know many things that night. he didn't understand how something so important to one could be snatched away so easily like that, didn't understand why everything always happened the way fate planned it to be. but he knew he'd just lost the one constant love he's ever known; the one that was right in front of him the whole time, offering their heart on a silver platter only to be left decaying the moment you finally decided to choose your own happiness over the resolute of resignation.

FINALLY going back to my roots and writing unrequited love my beloved 🥰

imagine the disbelief and elation i was in when i found this in my wip files.. i don't know why i suddenly abandoned it??

σκατά : shit

#i love readers who are self sacrificial bitches #CUZ I KNEW YOUU #STEPPIN ON THE LAST TRAIN #MARKED ME LIKE A BLOODSTAIN 🥹🫠 #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson scenario #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson angst #percy jackson x reader angst #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #you drew stars around my scars #but now im bleeding 💔 #angst #death #major character death #no happy ending #unfortunately #super unedited btw #but i hope it hurt your heart reading this 😈

[ultraericthered]

Disney's Most Hated Villain 10 Years Later

Now when I say "Disney's most hated villain", I don't mean he's the Disney villain that most people hate most, I literally mean he seems to be the villain most hated by Disney themselves. The shots taken at him in Big Hero 6, Frozen Fever, Kingdom Hearts III, Frozen II, and even recently in Once Upon A Studio all seem to suggest that there are some people high up at Disney who just really did not care for this guy, like they blame the ascendance of "twist villains" in Disney movies on him and want to take it out on him, despite how massively successful and popular the movie he was the villain of was and still is. It's just the most preculiar thing. A whole 10 years later and we've finally get another traditional, openly and bombastically evil villain in King Magnifico of Wish, and given how utterly polarizing that movie is turning out to be among all the earliest critics and audience viewers, I have to wonder if he'll now become Disney new punching bag for setting this new course! I swear, there's no pleasing folks these days!

But this post is for some thoughts on him and why I feel a lot of people online still get Hans wrong. He's not the most competently executed and well defined case of a twist villain, nor is he the worst, most bullshit twist villain ever who needed to be excised from the film so Elsa could keep the Big Bad spot. Taking him as he is, Hans is a B grade or C grade Disney villain at most, with lots of character potential even if it doesn't fully come together in the movie itself.

By far the most common and greatest misconception about Hans as a character is the idea that the moment of the reveal that he was an evil villain the entire time, and the very nature of re-establishing and re-contextualizing his character as a villain, is meant to cast him as some devious, manipulative mastermind who was pulling strings for the film's whole present day plot and had ill intent behind his every word and deed, even if that seems contradictory to the character we'd been watching up to that point. This is false. Hans has never mastered the chessboard, only played on it. He had a firmly set goal from the moment he showed up in Arendelle - become its ruler - but he did not have any solid plan on how he was going to make this ambition a reality. So he was winging it the whole movie. I mean, he basically says as much to Anna in that scene yet so many viewers were too distracted by reeling from either shock or confusion over the outing of Hans as the bad guy that they seemed to miss that.

The crux of Hans as an antagonist in the film is that he is a broken soul who grew up miserable and with an absence of love in his life, and it warped him into a high functioning sociopath who can easily detach himself from his heart and emotions, becoming whatever the current circumstance or person he's presently interacting with best requires him to be in the ways that best advance his own interests. He's like the worst possible outcome of what Anna or Elsa could've grown up to be had their childhoods taken an even worse turn. And above all, he is a man of many masks, rarely ever showing his true face. The mask is hollow and flexible, serving as a mirror to whoever Hans is in contact with (His nice, adorkable, and worried moods perfectly match Anna's, his angry and confrontational moods perfectly match Weselton's, his saddened and sympathetic moods perfectly match Elsa's - absolutely none of it is authentic). There's only a select few times we see the mask pulled back and get to see Hans' true face, those times being these moments and shots here:

The first shot is him lowering the phony Prince Charming mask and visibly expressing that he was genuinely charmed to meet Anna. No, he doesn't have any "love at first sight" feelings for her, nor is he at the point where he plans on getting close to her and asking for her hand in marriage - it's simply an amused fondness for this quirky, clumsy Arendelle girl he just conversed with.

This next shot is him looking towards the mountain and realizing Elsa is there. In animation, there's even the briefest hint of a grin as he turns and gives orders afterwards, 'cause he wants to seize and exploit this opportunity to play the big hero for Arendelle. Also worth mentioning is that while Hans has no one he loves, he does treat his horse Sitron well. It's pretty much his only friend.

The infamous split second shot where Hans' eyes dart up towards the chandelier before he jumps to action and turns the soldier's crossbow away from Elsa and to the candelier that drops on Elsa. This is Hans as a Xanatos Speed Chess player shown in practice.

That smarmy, mean-spirited grin that comes over his face as he says the infamous, ever memetic line that reveals his villainy.

The shot when he sees Elsa has broken out of her prison cell. Again, the good guy mask is lowered to show he's not pleased.

THIS SHOT. This is Hans fully unmasked and fully unrestrained.

The last we see of him before he's thrown out of the story.

So what's with all the Hans hate, from Disney fans and Disney itself? TV Tropes' page of Character Perception Evolution states this:

I'm not sure how entirely accurate this is since from what I recall, Hans and the twist of his villainy was getting shit on from very early on. I have to disagree that the twist was not properly foreshadowed or at least not in a way that was substantial enough (aside from those "lowering the mask" parts, all of Hans' lyrics in "Love Is An Open Door" put his intentions and the angle he was playing in plain sight, he immediately flip-flops his position when Anna charges him with looking over Arendelle in the sisters' absence, and right before the reveal he straight up lies by omission to Elsa's face by not telling her that he's currently the leading authority in Arendelle and thus has the power to grant her leniency rather than "persaude the other nobles" to do so), but the execution of the reveal with his sudden shift into a totally different character than the one we'd been watching for the previous two thirds of the film absolutely should've been handled better in execution; he needed to slow it down a bit in between saying that notorious line and snuffing out all the lit fires in the room while expositing in a villainous monologue sort of way. The idea that Elsa should've been the villain rather than Hans and Hans should've been the male love interest instead of Kristoph are simply opinions, and I'm not exactly in agreement with them, more on that in a bit.

I've said it plenty of times before and will repeat: to me, the most crippling weakness of Hans as the villain of this film is that the way he's been designed, the very nature of his sociopathic character who always wears masks, mirrors other characters, and comes up with new moves to advance his interests, rendered it very difficult for us to get a good grasp on who he truly is and feel like we'd really gotten to know him by the time the movie was over. And you could make the argument this isn't a flaw so much as it is a necessary evil in order to make Hans' role in the story work as best as it could...but I feel that argument falls flat when Disney/Pixar later gave us a similar twist villain who did what Hans did but better and even more effectively as a full-fledged character in a much shorter amount of screentime.

Erenesto De La Cruz, like Hans, is first cast in a positive light and set up as a good guy in the story, though we don't meet him in person until the third act of Coco. Like Hans, he's got an amiable personality and fast strikes up a friendly relationship with the main character. Like Hans, he is very evidently not without genuine decent qualities. Like Hans, the reveal of him as a murderous sociopath who is the true villain of the story is a very shocking moment. And like Hans, he's a big factor in the climax and gets dealt a satisfactory karmic comeuppance. But the thing that set Ernesto apart from Hans is that he doesn't wear any masks to conceal he's "secretly evil". He has a public image that conceals this, yes, but for all the time he's on screen and an active agent in the story, he is his authentic self. All of the nicer qualities we see from him aren't made up, they're real parts of who he is...and who he is just also happens to be a vainglorious sociopath devoid of a conscience who will do anything to anyone under any circumstance in order to "seize his moment" and build up a legacy that keeps him the center of attention even long after he's passed away. While he's still under the mistaken belief that Miguel is his great grandson, before he learns he's actually that to Hector, he has him put away and draws a parallel to how he poisoned Hector to death as he does so - he was never at any point in life pretending to be Hector's best friend, "Hector WAS my best friend", as he puts it. And it just ultimately matters less to him than himself and his own self-interested pursuits. That is a truly chilling villainous character who leaves a strong impression after the movie's over despite how little he was on screen. Hans was almost that, but fell short of the mark because we were left with no clear picture of who he was.

Luckily for Hans, he did get other chances to show more character:

In closing, I will still have to defend Hans' position as the story's only true villain. Yes, Disney going all out with Elsa and her powers driven out of control from her fears as the primary antagonist probably would've been the best option, but once they were set on making Elsa much less of a villain than envisioned, someone needed to play the part in order to make the climax happen and it absolutely could not be the Duke of Weselton, a character so comically unpleasant and openly against Elsa and in it for his own interests rather than Arendelle's that there is no way in Frozen Hell that Elsa would ever be convinced by him of anything like Anna being dead from Elsa's own freezing powers. That lie had to come from someone who could convincingly make Elsa believe it because they'd come off so sincere, someone she'd think could have no possible reason to lie to her. It had to be someone like Hans, someone with a heart so frozen cold that he could effortlessly mimic human emotion he didn't really feel. That is a crucial part of the story's climax that, even beyond the danger to Anna's heart, was foreshadowed from the very beginning.

#Disney #Frozen #anniversary #disney villains #Prince Hans #analysis #opinion #criticism #defense #they wasted a perfectly good character

[front-facing-pokemon]

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

true? have some asks about it:

i am seeing this sentiment a lot. even though this is exactly what i asked for in the tags of that post. like:

there are so many comments on that post letting me know how much they love shiinotic and like!! it's literally what i asked for. in the tags. i could've been a bit nicer to them, sure, but you all are coming forward to show your love for a pokémon that i had never seen anyone like before and like. it proves my point. every pokémon is SOMEONE'S favorite. none of them have ZERO fans, just because i may never have talked to one of their fans. also it's funny because folks have commented on it before, how i'm always like "no one cares about this pokémon LOL!" and then everyone kills me about it. tradition, eh?

hopefully 6/10 is good enough for you, previous anon who was hoping the anon nose rater rated shiinotic well

more lol is very funny actually. 7/10 for that joke

even the nose rater commented on them. i'm SORRY!!! i'm doing my best out here i didn't fuck up your fave on purpose. i promise. they're getting better from here on out, i like to think. it'll probably get worse again once we get into swsh and sv though

a seaweed. i thought about this one for like. a few minutes. and couldn't immediately think of The Seaweed Pokémon off the top of my head, unless you mean dhelmise. but i suppose we'll see when we get there…

PLEASE!!!!! wait why the fuck is this image all off to the side and weird. what happened to this image. okay wait i fixed it bc it wouldn't let me post while the image was all fucked up. this is what it looked like for reference:

#not pkmn #nose ratings #i still don't know what the actual anon at the top of this post was talking about. i assume it's one of the pokémon that posted but i #don't know which one. salandit‚ maybe? salandit was a really good one. maybe they're talking about salandit #i dunno. like 95% of the asks i get are on anon anyway. i think it'd be really funny if all the asks here besides theofficiallurantis were #the same person. their name is anon #wait why the fuck is the Post now button grayed out. tumblrrr. is it because the last image is all fucked up. hold on

[gen-is-gone]

having some Weird Thoughts currently about tumblr's place in the modern internet ecosystem, vis a vis twitter melting down, macebook/feta losing its shit, and a bunch of folks joining up here either for the first time in years or the first time at all.

namely, I really do believe that automattic/tumblr's current leadership is very very slowly and very very carefully implementing a bunch of changes in preparation to bring back adult content in its entirety, as part of a larger scheme to try to monetize without resorting to data scraping (which is basically impossible to do here the way it is on other sites anyway). it certainly seems like that's what they're doing, between post+, the tip jar, community labels, and the ability to make posts non-rebloggable. obviously these features have plenty of use outside of adult content (except maybe post+, which makes literally no sense outside of sex work), but what they seem to be doing is building up a logistical means by which to allow adult content, and allow it to be monetizable.

and like, no, I don't think tumblr the company is Our Best Friend; yes it is a company that needs to profit under capitalism to survive, but so is everything, and there is genuinely something funny and weird (in a very stupid, ironic way) about tumblr as a social media site operating in the 2020s. It just legitimately doesn't have the capacity to scrape data and sell targeted ads the way the giants of the modern internet do, both because it is a product of an earlier age when that wasn't yet a standard profit mechanism, and also just 'cause like. tumblr's fucking code is shit. I'm sure it's a lot better than it was circa 2012, but jokes about tumblr's legendary goof goof dildo spaghetti code used to be really common, and anyone who's been here longer than a couple months either remembers or at least has heard of just how weird and fucked up and bad the site's basic functionality used to be. Legitimately, the reason why tumblr feels so nice rn compared to the heyday is as much because it's just so genuinely more functional than it was ten years ago as it is because there's so comparatively few people.

but point being: if tumblr under yahoo had been handled with any semblance of basic competence, they might've seen which way the wind was blowing w/r/t targeted ads and data sales and we might have an entirely different, much worse hellsite than we actually have. or it probably would've died because yahoo would've actually fully ran it into the ground, more likely. but also it probably wouldn't have worked because the assumption of anonymity is so much more baked into the incredibly weird, broken, decade and half's worth of layered bullshit code that even if anyone previously could've realized that the smartest way to make money would be to scrape and sell data, they'd never have been able to implement it.

and so we have the tumblr of today: weird, unmarketable, ungovernable, proudly cringe, and deeply resistant to the mainstream. so not actually that much different to tumblr circa 2012, if a lot smaller and more battle-hardened.

but like. by the standards of what's available on the modern internet, tumblr is honestly one of the best, most versatile spaces still standing with any amount of a userbase? straight up, the dominance of twitter and instagram has made a lot of people really oddly perplexed by the concept of being able to write detailed essays in the body of a post, let alone the idea of dozens of images per post, or audio like, at all. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of things about tumblr that I wish were different or better that just aren't compatible with how tumblr is set up at a base level as an LJ user every day I miss threaded comments and LJ-style cuts I LAMENT them I tell you, but of the options out there, tumblr is fucking wild in what it can offer. but I don't just mean for artists and fandom and weird little gremlins like those of us who've been here this whole time, I mean like. fuck. like.

watching the White House's twitter account try to lay out complex policy initiatives in 280-characters is fucking painful sometimes, and yet we've all gotten used to it in the past decade plus. leaving aside the fact that it's bonkers and deeply unsettling and generally bad that world leaders are beholden to usamerican for-profit corporations to communicate in general, of all of the socmed sites out there, it's kind of insane that twitter is the one that got big in the official political scene. (don't get me wrong: twitter is genuinely quite useful for disseminating quick bursts of information in crisis, and it's been fucking brilliant for coordinating in both natural disasters and evolving political/social disruption. but it's terrible at detailed, nuanced information sharing)

I don't know where I'm going with all of this necessarily, and I think twitter eating shit and going down in flames is pretty terrible for global democracy even as it is also on a surface level funny as shit. I don't want tumblr to replace twitter, or facebook, or insta, or tiktok, in being the place where everyone lives online. I want tumblr to stay as the little gremlin art ho fandom clown car, and lbr, it probably will. It'll probably never be what twitter is, for better or for worse. who knows if it'll ever be what it was in 2012 again. I like the ecosystem the way it is these days, with way fewer users, most of whom have been around the block more times than we can count, and are too jaded to start shit anymore. but tumblr needs money to survive, and as much as we're all enjoying posting cringe, tumblr's twitter is pulling off a masterwork balancing act luring twitter users over here, and it's working.

tumblr needs to do what it can to survive. we still don't know if all of this effort staff has been putting in these past ~10 months or so will be enough; the writing has been on the wall for years now that if tumblr doesn't find a way to financially justify itself, it won't survive another sale. automattic took a maybe unprecedented (and extremely positive, imo) risk this past year, and has been trusting current staff to listen to user input and implement positive changes, including finding ways to monetize without invading users' privacy, which who knows if the site even has the capability of doing anyway, even now. if we are all very lucky, and are willing to pitch in and treat this place like our community, we might even collectively succeed, and prove to the wider internet that it is possible to run a popular, high-traffic website without compromising user security. if tumblr is doing what I think they're doing, and very carefully building up a secure, socially, financially, and legally defensible way to support adult content on a site with american servers and a place on the app store in the 2020s, then we're off to the races and who knows where we'll go. if twitter does actually implode beyond salvaging, a huge chunk of the world will feel its loss, and many people, including all the normies and politicians and your mom, could very well cast their gaze to the website people wrote off as in its death throes four years ago. they probably won't, but as I was just vividly reminded earlier today, the White House did, in fact, have a tumblr once upon a time. who knows what the future holds.

but John Green deserves an apology, you weeaboo shits.

#tumblr #twitter #important blue checkmark #tumblr crabs #twitpocalypse #our cyberpunk future #megan whines into the empty abyss of cyberspace

[sapphire-weapon]

Hey Sirea! How's your Sunday going?

So, I know you're not really into discussing the whole Aeon community thing, but I'm curious about your take on it.

Do you think they've kinda turned into this entitled part of the fandom because of the OG timeline and Capcom pushing Aeon? (I haven't been mingling with the fandom for long, even though I've been a fan for ages, and maybe I should've stayed away from this drama, haha). Orrrr, do you think they've just misunderstood a lot of what happened in the OG events and cling to their own ideas about the characters? Personally, even when I was a teenager and leaning towards liking Aeon, I always thought, "Sure, they've had some intense moments and saved each other's skins, but are they really all that transparent with each other? Nope. Does Leon trust her unreservedly? Not really and he never will." And I thought that was the whole point of their relationship; it was doomed even before it started and it was just teasing and more of an frenemies situation. I never really believed they'd ride off into the sunset together; I thought their "romance" was more of a fan service thing, to be honest. But now I see not many folks share that view in the OG RE crowd and shippers are very intense.

And with the remakes, the changes to Aeons dynamics are significant, but I'm seeing the same attitude (a lot worse, actually), as if Aeon being canon is a given and they're destined to be together, and any other woman interacting with Leon is irrelevant and he has no chemistry with anyone else who isn't Ada, and the other ships are trash because they're not canon and only Aeon has that benefit in the franchise. Not sure where all that entitlement comes from. Was it always like this, or is it generational?

Anyway, feel free to ignore my ramblings if I'm being annoying, haha! Have a fantastic day/night!

hello friend

so, for clarification's sake, i'll answer stuff about fandom history. i just can't stand it when people come to me like "did you see what they're doing? did you hear what they're saying?" no, i didn't fucking see what they're doing, because i don't care what they're doing or saying, and neither should any of you. don't seek them out. leave them alone. don't look for reasons to make yourself mad. if they come to you, block them.

but in this case, like

vigorously rubs face

okay so like

this is actually a really difficult and complicated series of questions, because fandom was just... different back in the day. it didn't function the same way it does now. there was no passive engagement; there was no like button, there was no reblog/retweet option. if you wanted to engage with fandom back in the day, commenting on livejournal or participating on a forum were your only options. you had to TALK TO PEOPLE. yes, even people you disagreed with, yes even people who shipped other things.

and there was no algorithm; there was no curated feed. on livejournal, you joined a community dedicated to resident evil, and you played nice with the other people in it or they banned your ass and you got cut off from a huge portion of the fandom. sure, you might have your ship community on the side, but the general fandom communities always had more people and were often the best place to get news.

so you would have aeons and cleons and valenfields and everyone under the sun sharing this community together. so you literally COULDN'T be obnoxious about your ship, because chances are, that was against the rules.

that didn't mean that tribalism and ship wars and shit didn't happen. of course they happened. but it was just... different. the discourse was more nuanced. people would write essays back and forth at each other.

and it was fueled by the fact that there was a significant period of time in which RE canon could've just as easily gone the way of cleon as it did aeon. there was a push-and-pull there constantly. sure, aeon had the on-screen kiss in RE2, but SD Perry shipped cleon and people were under the impression that she knew what future canon held. but then RE4 happened and "she's like a part of me i can't let go" happened. but then degeneration happened and it was leon and claire, with no ada in sight. and then darkside chronicles happened and aeons were pissed that claire and leon were co-op partners, but then the aeon kiss was in there and cleons got mad about that.

it really could have gone either way.

basically, cleon existed as a hard check on aeon fandom for years and years, back in the day. they had the numbers and the standing in canon to do it, so they did it.

but then damnation happened. and when damnation happened, a huge portion of cleon fandom surrendered. there was no comeback for "canonically leon and ada most likely fucked."

and then when RE6 happened and leon's campaign was framed as the culmination of the aeon love story, whatever cleons that were still hanging onto hope then also laid down their arms. the war was over, and they'd lost.

and when aeon won, they were sore winners. they'd been in this fight for over a decade, and they wanted everyone to know that they came out the victors. especially since their victory was actually kind of precarious. yes, leon and ada likely fucked, and yes they had whatever the fuck was going on with RE6, but... leon and ada still weren't together. the ship was canon... but it also wasn't. and i think they knew just how easily it could be taken away from them again.

so, fast forward to modern day fandom, and i think what we're seeing is the result of an insecure aeon fandom clinging to their victory, which then got amplified in an echo chamber when fandom moved to social media, until they all basically became radicalized.

and there was no cleon fandom there to body check them back to reasonable levels anymore. not to say there were no more cleons; just that cleon fandom had lost their will to fight.

so the aeon fandom of today came into this frenzied WE'RE CANON WE'RE CANON EVERYONE ELSE FUCK OFF WE'RE CANON, not even knowing why the fandom was like that or where it was coming from, and they just parroted their elders, and now it's a cancer spreading through wider RE fandom.

because what didn't happen was: the fever never broke. there never came a point where aeons calmed the fuck down and took a step back and looked more objectively at the canon. and because they were so loud, no one else did, either.

so, to answer your questions:

Do you think they've kinda turned into this entitled part of the fandom because of the OG timeline and Capcom pushing Aeon?

yes.

Orrrr, do you think they've just misunderstood a lot of what happened in the OG events and cling to their own ideas about the characters?

also yes.

the OG timeline came to favor aeon. there's no disputing that. and because of that, people started to make assumptions that aeon was endgame, and they never let go of those assumptions. this has caused them to misinterpret the ending of RE6 and completely miss the fact that leon rejected ada in the end.

aeon fandom doesn't want to believe that aeon was a journey, not a destination.

so they don't.

and no one challenges them anymore. even though cleon fandom still has the numbers to do it, they don't. and even though eagleone has the canonical standing to do it, they won't.

and it's because fandom is just set up differently now. we don't talk to each other anymore. we're not forced to play nice with each other anymore. in fact, we're incentivized by social media to be cunts to each other, because that earns us clout within our own echo chambers.

and it sucks, dude. because you can't have a conversation about the story in good faith anymore without people wringing their hands and going "b-but aeon..."

even though it's abundantly clear that remake is different and aeon is different in it, people are still too afraid to challenge the status quo. so we're left going around in circles with the same fucking shit over and over again, and just

sigh.

that's why i say just ignore them. block them. because the discourse has basically cemented itself in place, and there's no reason to put yourself through the misery of dealing with it.

[danganronpa-ship-tourney]

I'm a bit late for this but on the whole Sayaka thing, I think Sayaka suffers a lot from Danganronpa 1's awkward writing, like seriously folks if you go back to Danganronpa 1 you'll realize just how massively better the writing got in Danganronpa 2 and Danganronpa V3.

Focusing back on Sayaka, Sayaka ends up coming off as a lot worse of a person than probably intended cause she acts in ways that only makes sense if somehow she both knew about the trial and yet somehow not at the same time. Monokuma only explains the whole trial and you have to make sure you aren't caught after Sayaka is dead, yet for some reason Sayaka sets up her murder in a way to frame Makoto Naegi for no seeming reason. With the information they had at the time Sayaka had no reason to switch with Naegi's room and all the other stuff, she could've just let Leon come to her room and tried to kill him there then in the morning go to Monokuma about it.

However another thing Monokuma doesn't reveal till after Sayaka's death is that if you get away with it then everyone else dies. This means when she did try to kill Leon she supposedly didn't know that she was risking both her life and the lives of everyone else, but since it looks like she operated with knowledge that she shouldn't have had, namely framing someone Makoto, a player's brain is primed to operate on the idea that somehow she knew about the trial's rules and therefor how she threatened to kill everyone.

Finally, Sayaka writing out Leon's name only makes sense if Sayaka somehow knew that you had to get away with it without being caught and wanted to screw over Leon's chances. Which again there's no reason why she should think or know that at this point and while Makoto tries to frame it as Sayaka giving them a chance, a sort of last good deed, that would imply somehow Sayaka knew that successfully getting away with it put other people's lives at risk, which she was fine with apparently if it meant she got to escape. So either she did this out of vindictiveness against Leon or she was aware enough to threaten everyone else's lives.

Again, I think this is almost certainly just Danganronpa 1 messy writing, Monokuma revealing the trial stuff only after somebody has been murdered is such an odd decision and how Makoto talks about Sayaka implies that this wasn't the intended impression of Sayaka's actions.

Oh actually the cast did know you had to get away with murder but they just didn’t know HOW so it makes sense for her to frame Makoto and sabotage Leon (at least if you read it as less trying to protect makoto and more going “fuck you Leon”)

“Rule #6: Anyone who kills a fellow student and becomes "blackened" will graduate, unless they are discovered.”

Beyond that though, yeah Sayaka really suffers from the wonky writing of THH and the fact she’s gone so quickly, like seriously she gets TWO freetime events and barely anything gets discussed in them

#despair ask

[boschlowtxt]

Hey! Sorry to barge into your inbox like this lmao.

This may sound a lil silly, but thank you for all the Boschlow content you create! It’s really helped me to feel better about posting my own content.

When I first got into the fandom I was more afraid to post it due to it being a rather hated ship, and Boscha being a rather hated character. I always loved the rivalry dynamic but yet so many people in the fandom have it in their head that Boscha is completely irredeemable and a horrible person. (She is literally a child- who can grow and change- and yet the fandom forgives adult characters who have done significantly worse things akakajakaka-)

But after I found your blog and got to go through so much of your wonderful art, I started to feel more motivated to post my ship art! It’s odd how much these silly lil witches mean to me but I’m happy to finally post for em! And I have you to thank for that ^^

Also happy to hear that you won’t be making yourself post daily now, can’t imagine how stressful that was

Well Imma cut this off before I go into a tangent- but really, thank you so much for helping crack your fellow Boschlow’s out of their shells 💕💕

I did notice that boschlow's gotten a lot more content over the past few months (especially ones that actually explore their dynamic and don't just have willow punting boscha into the sun). I guess I never really realized that it partly could've been because of me lol!

And thank YOU for YOUR wonderful art! I love sharing my favourite things in the world, and I'm happy seeing other people enjoy it as well! I guess I just wanted to show people how much I love them, whether or not they liked it too. I honestly never expected to interact with so many nice folks in terms of the ship bc of how hated it was in the main fandom. So it always makes me happy seeing people regularly come back.

If there's one thing I want boschlow to be, I want it to be a ship that inspires people to love themselves and to keep on growing in positive ways.

(And don't worry about "barging" into my inbox. There's no such thing! I love talking to people. About boschlow. Or the characters. Or just in general really)

🌱🌷🌱

#boschlowtxt #ask #smth smth about how boscha and willow are both characters who needed to love themselves more

[talesofsonicasura]

Axolotl Dreams- Prologue

For the Six Eared Macaque fans, an x Reader for you folks involving my Mer!Macaque. I'm getting a hang of these but some could be more awkward than others. I'll try my best like with any other story and headcanon! This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

Moving day, something that is equally split in how one may view it. On one half is the positive outlook when it comes to such a topic. A new life with the rare building a family that comes with it. The chance to start again after a tragedy or get away from ghosts of the past.

Reconnect with something you haven't seen in a long time. Maybe the rare chance to be somewhere you can fit in and make new friends. Even meet the love of your life or even old companions.

Now to the negative side of moving. Long stressful drives after packing up your various items. The possibility that the place you move to is worse or not it was described to be. Difficulty of making friends alongside the risk of awful neighbors. Moving away from all you know and the friends you treasured. Unpacking your stuff while settling into your new house. A house that could have unknown issues inside.

For you, it was a mix of both. Moved to avoid the ghosts of your past and begin again, to have a life you choose. The drive been brutal since the new home is at least 4 states away from your last residency with the place being a bit of a mess.

Ceiling plaster, pieces of old trash such as fully rotten food to broken cutlery like plates, and even plants on their last legs. You decided to save the dying flora first as they didn't deserve such a fate. Getting water from the bathtub would be much faster plus a good way to set up a mop bucket after your done picking up the trash.

The mess couldn't be more brutal for it took at least three extra big garbage bags to clean up. Some of those broken plates had nasty unidentifiable gunk to it that you would rather not find out. Overall it had been a harsh two hours but the floors were ready to be mopped.

After that awful mess, you thought to yourself that a light snack would be good before continuing on. The bathroom surprisingly being the most clean part of the house. You left the bathtub full of water so you wouldn't have to constantly run it just to fill or rinse the bucket.

But nothing could've prepared anyone for what you found. Inside that tub full of water was some kind of creature. Appeared to be an axolotl larva from the body shape, light pink coloration and a violet tadpole tail as the creature is about a ft long. That was the only axolotl about this entity though.

Its face was starch light with a resemblance to a monkey though, six little pink frills that looked too much like ears, black hair that lead to a short across the back, small arms bearing small fingers and pearl opalescent eyes. The strange fella looking at you with complete curiosity. Something that would have been adorable if wasn't the fact you don't know how it got in.

"Um...hey little fella. I didn't see you there." They gave you a little heart melting blep and swam a bit closer. Tiny pearl eyes staring at the large bag of chips in your hand. Guess they're a bit hungry or wanted to try some. Why not?

You spent your small break eating chips with the strange bathtub creature. Called them 'Chip' since they really like well, chips. Chip was definitely part axolotl as their face did a little derpy axolotl smile when they yawned. Again, so cute.

Although you had to bribe them with a few bath toys so you can finish cleaning up the house and unload all your items from the truck. Mop bucket is getting sink water this time. While you continued to mop the floor, you couldn't help wondering about Chip.

What exactly is the little fella? Did they enter the bathtub through the pipes? Are there more like Chip? If so, where are their parents? These thoughts made time seem a lot slower even when you began to unload your items from the truck.

Only things you were going to unpack for the day are your mattress, a few blankets, your old aquarium tank and a pull wagon. The two latter items being for Chip to use. Can assume that the fella is a baby and shouldn't be left alone for too long. One of the reasons why you went to check on them everytime you finished mopping a room.

You cleaned up the large tank before filling it with water, laid a water proof cushion at the bottom, then load onto the wagon. After securely strapping the tank, it was time to pick up Chip. The little fella was currently fast asleep using the small waterproof pillow you provided to lay on.

Being quiet and gentle, you pick up the little slumbering creature. Their skin felt very smooth with a soft film like texture to it albeit a bit slippery. Carefully placing Chip and their pillow into the tank. Once you quietly rolled the wagon into your bedroom, it was time to drain out the bathtub.

You didn't know how long Chip would be staying if their parents showed up but you make sure the little baby is well cared for. The parents is another can of worms altogether that'll be left for a later time. Plus, taking good care of Chip could save your hide if they're hostile.

Dinner tonight would be simple Macaroni and Cheese. A nice quick easy meal with little hassle. Like before, you shared some of your food with the axolotl baby. Spoon-feeding Chip to avoid any scraps from ending up in their tank.

The remainder of the night was spent by reading. A little bedtime story to get the baby to fall asleep and some light reading before you head off to yourself. Darkness of slumber blanketing you in seconds.

The sound of Chip cooing had stirred you awake. You were about to do say something only for the words to be caught in your thought by one simple thing: Chip's parent. The little fella's parent showed up and holy shit is the guy huge!

Holding Chip in his large hands was a 24 ft sized Axolotl type Mer...monkey. That's definitely the upper body of a monkey, actually yeti being a bit more accurate. The lower axolotl half being a violet magenta in color, four powerful looking legs held it up, the ankles had gray with a pink stripe cloth bands, black fur peeking underneath the accessories and cover part of the hand shaped feet.

The tail ended with 9 different color frills that resemble fan leaves:two green, two red, two blue and ended with three violet outlined pink frills. A thick mane of black fur went down the black with some branching down to encircle magenta and violet outlined spots almost like makeshift eyes.

The waist had violet fur before leading up to the monkey top half. Black fur circling around a lean powerful muscles with a nice blotch of violet fur between his large man tits and silver spots becoming peppering the black fur now more noticeable alongside the pink paw pads on the hands.

Finally his face, fur under his chin look similar to a short beard, purple highlighted the end of the large bangs around his face, six colorful gold rimmed ears sharing the same colors like the tail from top to bottom i.e red, blue and green, red face markings painted his nearly chisel face, red tinted golden brown eyes amongst light yellowish gold, and a monkey muzzle currently in a grin.

He held Chip happily in his hand when you noticed two extra babies were with him. They were nearly twice the size of Chip with one a few inches bigger than their sibling. Both little Mermonkeys in a violet bubble no doubt filled with water. A heartwarming sight.

It was heartwarming until the father turn his head towards you. A large mischievous grin as he licked his lips with a long tongue before flashing very sharp teeth. "Oh little mortal babysitter... I SEE YOU~" Shit.

And that's it. Looks like Reader got a discussion with Macaque next chapter. The three babies are Macaque's and they do have names. Smallest one Reader been calling Chip is Meredith, his youngest daughter. Lacuna is the biggest since he was born first. And Shǎndiàn is the second girl alongside the middle.

I'll explain how they came to be in a later chapter alongside Reader's reason for moving. Next chapter of Crocodile Rock is in progress alongside the next headcanon for Joestar Misadventures Sun Wukong.

There will be more Macaque and Josuke Higashikata related content coming since Billy Kametz sadly passed away yesterday from colon cancer. My first exposure to this actor's incredible talent had been in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, long before Lego Monkie Kid was made.

Josuke being one of my favorite Joestars in the series so far and such a comfort character honestly. A sweetheart capable of being a smartass and a badass.

Anyway, please be respectful to Billy and his family. I heard about people hounding his family for funeral details. Something that is not only rude but completely disgraceful. There is a difference between being a loyal fan and an inconsiderate hound dog. Let his family and close friends mourn in peace ya pricks.

That's it for now. Until next time folks, here's a link to my Axolotl Mermonkey Macaque. I'll see you back in Megapolis. Rest in peace, Billy Kametz. Wish you a peaceful afterlife alongside a good life in your next one.

#lego monkie kid #self insert #monkie kid #lmk #six eared macaque #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #macaque #macaque x reader #macaque x y/n #lego monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #monkie kid macaque #liu er mihou #six eared macaque x reader #rip billy #rip billy kametz

[saelrum]

I love Sohone, even more than Mune. He is a well-written character with his flaws. And that makes it interesting. In the course of the story, he develops and changes for the better, helps his friends several times and fights with Necross, in order to save his native Planet. And the scene where the snakes almost turned him into a demon, I will never forget. She hurt me deeply. I felt terribly sorry for him. The way he was humiliated and insulted was remembered for a long time in my head. I especially remember in my mind. I especially remember the phrases "You are the worst of all the Guardians of the Sun" and "You are blacker than Necross! You are a Demon!" I can’t imagine how painful it was for him to hear all these humiliations addressed to him. But he could face humiliation from parents and society. This may also explain his anger issues and low self-esteem, which he carefully hides from others behind his back confident smile. I think this snake incident might have a big impact on him. And his mental state can become even worse. But the worst thing is that his "friends" did not know at all that their friend suffered. Mune and Glim didn't care about him. They were only having fun in the Dream World while he was suffering from snakes. It's good that Phospho helped him. He acted like a real hero and friend. It's a pity he died. But they could become good friends or even family. But alas, this will never happen. And this makes me very upset. I'm kin Sohone. He is somewhat similar to me. And I'm very sorry that in the Guardian of the Moon fandom they don't like him. Almost everyone considers him a "narcissistic bastard", although he is not at all like that. I never understood why he was treated so negatively. I will never understand this. And I won't understand. And what do you think about it? I would be interested to hear your point of view.

Jesus that's... A lot of text xDD

I think I told you my general opinion in the previous answer, so I don't really have much to add.

I agree with you, but I don't think the whole fandom doesn't like him. Some people don't like Sohone, but there're a lot of folks who do. The big guy has his own fan base)

The other thing I don't agree with is that Mune and Glimm didn't care about Sohone. Like... They had no idea what was even happening to him while they were rescuing the Moon. And they had no time to regroup and talk, the fight with Necros began as soon as they all stepped into his lair. Sohone proven himself as capable to hold his own, so I don't think his friends fear for him too much as they know he can handle a lot of things. Much more than they can. He's the Sun's champion, after all.

Yeah, some things in this movie could've been better, like friendship development between Sohone and Mune/Glimm.... But I'm still really grateful for what we've got

#mune guardian of the moon #mune le gardien de la lune #sohone #just text #question answer

[msnihilist]

fuck just read your take on that jennifer ep and it made me want to watch it again,some ppl say it's super dark for a kids show but dark eps and stories are always fun in ben 10,ngl even kinda hated it when they made it like nothing happened in that eps in OV with carl,why did they have to make everything funny and comedic in there?it would've been cool if we could've saw things more serious and emotional in ov instead of always comedic or annoying lol

OV be like: *unplastics your surgery*

But on a more serious note, I agree with you, kind of. I love all versions of Ben 10 for different reasons. Omniverse definitely makes me laugh the most and I don't think that makes it inherently lesser than a show with a more dramatic tone. Different strokes for different folks, y'know?

I do wish that Omniverse could let something just... be, though, instead of undercutting the serious moments with a joke. Like, the series finale when Ben jumps into the void to save the universe, it's supposed to be this tense, dramatic moment, the climax of the Maltruant arc and the show's themes as a whole... And then Ben says, "I can't believe my last words are 'snot rocket.'"

The rest of the episode concludes in a tonally consistent/appropriate way, but why did they need that line there? To make the six year olds at home giggle over the word "snot"? Ugh.

There are tons of moments where OV does this, and tons where they don't... Maybe it's a writer thing. I've never paid attention to which writers work on different episodes, so I couldn't say.

Example of OV doing good with a serious moment: Ben confronting himself over his feelings of inadequacy/blame regarding what happened with Feedback. No joke to cut the tension, just Ben being open with himself and then being a badass in the fight. 10/10, no notes.

Example of OV doing bad with a serious moment: Everything with the B-plot on Anur Transyl. If the writers wanted to do a boring, tepid "don't judge people based on appearances" subplot for the kids watching, then fine, whatever.

But why did they use Ben to do it? Y'know, the guy who has befriended monstrous aliens before? The guy who holds a lot of pride in being able to relate to so many different species? The guy who really wants to respect and understand everyone?

It would have worked just the same if the aliens of Anur Transyl found Ben to be terrifying. That's fine. But Ben has not only seen way worse, he's been way worse. And then they try to hammer home the "lesson" that Ben didn't need to learn by giving him acne for an episode and making him "ugly"?? (I'm sure none of the kids at home will internalize that going into their teen years.)

Bleh. Just bleh. Hate it.

I like when OV is silly when it's okay to be silly. I like when they're serious when it's okay to be serious. I just wish they had learned that there's a time and a place for jokes, and the end of the universe isn't one of them.

#ben 10 #ask #anonymous #ben 10 discussion #← new tag since I get a semi-frequent amount of asks like this #I'm always willing to discuss the show so :) hmu

[raedear]

As is tradition I was absolutely steaming yesterday and seemed to channel that into being loudly affectionate at folk. Could've been a lot worse, frankly.

#Easter is for deranged arts and crafts‚ too much food‚ and drinking heavily with my family

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

fellow autistic folks &/or ADHD folks &/or auDHD folks with sensory issues, & anyone else with sensory issues. y’all may relate & may feel validated by.

have been experiencing heightened sensitivity & sensory pain (sensory issues) *for a week or so now*. not going away with sleep like usually does. sticks around. makes brain fuzzy or mushy or hurting.

depression, also not going away with sleep (or meds (as much)) as usually does. makes body feel heavy and brain foggy.

have slept a lot past few days to no avail. still exhausted. not feeling better.

still overstimmed. “aggressive”/frustrated response every time any sensory is painful. trying to manage because have kitty and don't wanna upset her with reactivity to sensory pain.

went to therapy on Monday. therapist says “oh, you're in burnout.”

was supposed to work fast food job. liked job, very gender, team kinder than used to. but not able to function unless allowed music, & have to get official accommodation to allow. (currently battling with their HR/disability analyst but hopes not high), because too many overlapping sensory pains (audio (timers, sizzling grill, bubbling stovetop, etc.), burns, etc.).

was unemployed for 4 months before ^, so desperate need for money. but disability doesn't pay enough to live on, & probably will get told “not disabled enough”.

have to try to apply for food stamps, but have been forgetting to go to in person appt every time apply, because am in burnout (PTSD + tism burnout won't allow phone call), so gonna attempt to apply in person or attempt do interview same day. exhausted at thought of.

typed words failing. grammar failed. spoken words dead, even echoes.

stress building. anxiety boiling stomach acid. brain spinny.

i wish people took burnout more seriously. i also wish people took nonverbal / non-speaking & minimally verbal (situational mutism or minimal verbal autism or other i don't know) people seriously & believed when express (sign language, mouthed words, vague signals, or limited words) that *can't* use words (not don't want to, not disrespect, not ignoring, actually cannot).

¿feeling disabled by my own disabilities? a tragedy. never could've seen this coming. (/trying to lighten the mood; a lil sarcastic, a lil lighthearted)

also getting emotional flashbacks (yay complex PTSD) to invalidation and ableism from other points & people in life (especially DNA losers (“parents”)). making feel worse.

i wish didn't feel. that was gonna go somewhere but train of thought died & still kinda relate. i wish didn't have to feel like this, to say better.

if you relate, i see you & i hurt with you. & i hope it gets better/easier.

~Nico

#~Nico #he/they #actually adhd #neurodivergent #actually autistic #minimally verbal #semi nonverbal #semi non-speaking #anxious #autistic #burnout #autistic burnout #sensory processing disorder #sensory issues #sensory processing issues #sensory problems #sensory pain #sensory ouchies #ableism

[mojavepumpkin]

"so we beat on, like boats against the current. borne back ceaselessly into the past." (cliche, i know but i can't get over that line)

sunday, march 3rd

haven't written in a while, haven't had my computer in a while. left it home when we went to fernandina. it was a good weekend. i was on my phone more than i'd like to have been, the weather was worse than i'd have liked it to have been. still managed to walk 12ish miles, all in all. the weather wasnt so bad when it wasnt raining. cooler than normal, especially sunday. saturday was nicer, walked 9 miles. had a conversation with a man in a silly hat selling free advice. he was nice but i dont feel all that helped, i still appreciate the conversation.

i am disturbed by my lack of preparedness for this literary thing. i have no idea what's going on, what im really doing, who even is running it. oh well, it can only help me i spose. or i could embarrass myself, but i guess i shouldnt get too hung up on that.

i might be getting a new car, or should i say, old truck. which is exciting. this summer. my car is the most expensive out of all of our cars, it was originally mom's and she gave it to me. the insurance is super high, so once we pay it off (in june), we can sell it and get something thats cheaper for me. it just so happens that i have a cheap taste in cars- or trucks. anyway, i hope we'll be able to find a 1998-2011 ford ranger. a tiny little truck for lil ole me.

anyway. im considering deleting youtube. it's tough. it's definitely my most used social media, and i can say 100% that it has made me better and more informed. if you can call it social media. but its also a big "crutch". eating food? watch youtube. getting ready in the morning? watch youtube. cleaning my room? watch youtube (this one is more understandable.)

given it more thought. i will delete it as an experiment. i think i need to learn how to practice mindfulness instead of consuming content every waking moment of my life. i need a book on it, maybe. definitely.

my mind feels very busy at the moment. let me think. the tv is very loud. i feel very hot. my room is dirty. okay. breathe.

what will happen tomorrow? anything of note? not that i can think of, i might make plans. that could be nice. i like keeping myself busy. i wish i could've figured out plans with J today, but nothing materialized - i just went outside by myself. i haven't read very much. but i haven't been on my phone very much. so i guess i've been doing things. i dont have any homework due. i dont have work tomorrow. i should be happy. i need to return a book to the library, and i cant think of anything else i need to do.

tomorrow might be a good day to walk. i'll speak to some folks. i'm trying to incorporate some more southernness into my speaking voice. idk, i'd like to feel like my voice is some kind of connection to the place from which i originate. i tried so hard to get rid of it, now i dont have it all and want it back. thats life.

despite not having known him for very long or very intimately i see a lot of my grandfather in myself. he has become sort of a kindred spirit i spose, for myself. maybe i do believe in the afterlife, i can still kind of feel him. maybe thats the afterlife we get, the feeling we leave with people. even though he isnt my biological grandfather, he was the only grandfather i knew on that side of my family that i ever knew. and now is certainly the only positive father like figure there. maybe all of those parts of him that are in me now are like little shrines i've built so that he can live on. our love of johnny cash, western movies, ford rangers, and straight-edge shaving. maybe i should start fishing more seriously, honestly i've thought about it often. i'd like to go fishing with a buddy. i just need a pole and some know-how, or my friend being the know-how could work too. i love him very much now, even though he is somewhat of a stranger to me. he loved my grandma, i can see that. i read one of their letters and was moved to tears. life is something incredible.

#blog #post #girlblogging #blogger #reblog #tumblog

[problemnyatic]

how do you move on from something terrible you may have done while you were at the lowest point youd ever been in your life? how do you forgive yourself when closure is not an option? i want to apologize to them but i cant. i cant contact them ever and i cant even remember what i did, only guess with that memory is left to me. and there might be a part of me thats still too bitter to apologize. they talk so much about love but when i was bleeding on the floor they kicked me before they left, they talked shit behind my back while i was out of it and delusional and unable to explain anything. and now ive heard they talk about healing from Me. they never brought up a single thing about my behaviour until they told me to get fucked then told me my communication is shit and that im a hypocrite. i had no clue id done anything wrong until they abandoned me. what am i even supposed to do in a situation like this

I... worry that it will become a pattern that folks come to me expecting me to solve their deeply tangled emotional knots. While I have the ability to, it takes a lot to even receive an ask like this, let alone to answer it adequately. I am not a therapist, I am simply getting a good grade in therapy. I will answer this one, but please, folks, I have less energy to spare than it may seem. I can't save all of you individually.

With that said..

I've done terrible things in the past that I'd take back in a second. I've had moments where I know others came away hurt, but I'll never know if I could've done better in the moment, if it was truly my own failing that was the key factor at play.

The ambiguous ones are harder.

Ultimately, you will need to learn for yourself how to make peace with the past. It cannot be changed. And it seems that in your case, you've taken disproportionate and inhumane punishment for whatever your infractions may have been.

When we carry the past on our shoulders, agonizing on what the "right" way to feel about it is, we keep ourselves from moving forward, from growing. Regardless of how much, and of what, was your fault, it seems the best path is to let go and move on.

It's never gonna feel good.

But the best you can do by those you have wronged is to grow, and that means leaving your regrets die and decompose to fertilze the soil you grow from. Move forward with stronger boundaries, moving more slowly, mindfully of others. Understand your limits, and be forthright with them - even if they feel shameful, the right people would be glad to have the heads up, rather than have to pry them from hiding or worse- hit them like a landmine.

And ultimately? If you were never told you needed to change until they'd already burned the bridge? That's on them. Even if you'd been doing wrong by them, even if you'd secretly been a horrible friend, expecting someone to read minds and simply Realize They're Fucking Up without ever being actually told is petty, avoidant bullshit.

The right friends know when to tell you to fuck off before real damage is done.

Take a deep breath, and as you let it out, slowly, let the past flow out with it. There's nothing to be salvaged back there, but the future can be, the present can be.

I'm sorry you went through this, and good luck going forward♡

#problemnyatic answers

[lilbugprincess]

Extremely petty bitchy little work post:

When I first joined the library, I pretty much only worked the desk and covered books. Later on, I got upgraded to also putting book's information into the catalog, so for a bit I was kind of in charge of the whole process start to finish... Unboxing, preparing, cataloging, covering.

These days we have more people working and I've moved on to doing more behind-the-scenes work, with other folks doing all the physical book stuff.

Yet I am the only one who does it all correctly!!!!!

Like I know it's FINE, it all gets done, the work is entirely fine and at times very good and neat! and I KNOW we lacked a lot of training materials at first, so teaching was a little bit piecemeal and there's a learning curve to all this.

BUT.

I carefully wrote all the training and reference guides and I check in on folks to offer tips and yet they STILL DO NOT DO THINGS TO MY SATISFACTION!! And I know!!! That's not entirely fair and it's pretty rude and most of my complaints are about very small details and my standards are too high. BUT!!!!!!!!!!

Stickers and barcodes are getting placed in VERY SLIGHTLY non-ideal places when there's a better location!!! The cataloging has some SMALL DISCREPANCIES from the existing format that could have been ironed out for a more standard experience!! Sometimes there is a FORMATTING MISTAKE on the spine label or a SUMMARY THAT COULD HAVE BEEN EXPANDED or a BOOK TITLE THAT WASN'T WRITTEN THE SAME WAY AS ANOTHER BOOK IN THE SERIES!!! There's not enough space around some labels so they peel up a little faster!!! And the paperbacks!!!!

The paperbacks!! Are left with small scraps of laminate that could've been trimmed off!!! Or WORSE! No matter how often I offer tips on how to maximize the laminate to avoid waste, someone just keeps leaving massive two inch margins and ending up with these HUGE scrap pieces we can't use!!!!! It's killing me, it's literally killing me!! They should not have so much waste!!!!!!!??? I have DONE this job you CAN DO BETTER!!!!!

I try to fix things when I can and offer tips but at this point I don't really know which co-workers are responsible for which minor problems. I try to leave reminders, but if people feel like it's good enough (it is) then it just feels passive aggressive to point out!! And if they're used to the job, why would they even think to check if they're doing things right anymore?

But I know it can be done better! Cleaner! Neater! And it drives me NUTS that other people aren't as meticulous about these details as I am!

#I am so so so so so deeply annoyed by these small and not very important things #but I think I'm annoyed mostly because they could be cleaned up at the start with just a little bit of care and thought #I desperately wish I had the time to do cataloging again...