#it's a great release of control don't judge me

[cherriesformatt]

maneater || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: he wish he never met you at all

warnings: slightly smut, broken heart, taking advantages, drinking, drugs, parties, alcohol

word count: 906

a/n: after watching Tara’s collab with Vinnie I finally finished this draft I had sitting here for a while. I don't think so I like it but I will let you judge.

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The music in the house was so loud that I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. Me and my friends ended up in some kind of influencers house party. As we would every weekend for free buzz and drugs.

I knew he is going to be here. He would because he knew I am going to be here. I didn't care that much to find him because he always find me first.

I knew that he liked me. He was sweet, don't get me wrong. But he just wasn't for me and I wasn't looking for anyone at the moment. But the thought that he came to every party just to see me even if he despised attending them. Poor boy. But I just wanted him all for myself every time.

I had some shots with some people I met for the first time. I also did say hello and smoked with Jett and Vinnie. That was their house. I still don't know how Sofie manage to became friends with Vinnie Hacker but I did not care too much. Their parties were really good and people always had good shit here.

The moment my body was moving to the music in the middle of the giant living room I felt his piercing blue eyes on me. Dancing made alcohol kind of evaporate from my body.

"Matthew…" I said when I felt arms around me.

I smiled when smell of his nice cologne came to my senses. His big hands rested on my hips and he gently kissed my neck.

"Do you have anything for me?" I asked turning around to face him. He didn't do drugs. But I did and he knew that sometimes they worked magic for us.

"Open your mouth pretty girl…" He said and I did as he said.

He placed small, pink, round drug on my tongue. I looked him in the eyes while I swallow it and turned around and started dancing close to his body. He looked great. He had black pants and black long sleeve shirt with his rings and chain. He just does something to me when he wears all black.

I was as well wearing black. The mini dress that he sent me this week with flowers and expensive wine. I never asked for any of that but I might have an opinion around town. And who I am going to be to deny all of that.

I wish I liked him the same way he liked me. But I didn't. He was a great guy, he had everything. Money, looks, skills. Oh…his fingers and mouth worked magic. But I just couldn't help that I did not like him more than a friend. I was broken. I felt like I should just end stuff with him. Every time I told my self it is going to be the last time. But I just simply couldn't resist him. His brothers hated my guts. I never actually spoke with them buy I knew. I knew from how they all looked at me.

When we danced I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"What's new Matty B?" I asked and smiled.

I felt that the drugs were starting to hit because when I looked at his eyes I released how much I craved him.

"I've been busy but I was looking forward to see you today…" He answered.

I smiled even bigger and took his hand in mine and dragged him away from the crowd.

As soon as we had some privacy I pinned his body to the wall and kissed him. He was a little surprised but he quickly moved us so my back was hitting the wall and he's fingers tightened on my hips. Because of course he needed to be the one in control.

I tangled my hand into his hair pulling him even closer to me. He was a great kisser. He made my heat up just by this simple thing.

"Let's go…" He pulled away from me and he lead me out to his car.

The drive was short. He took me to some house. It was very fancy.

"I rented it for the nigh…" He looked at me and my eyed widened.

"Matt you're the best" I said and jumped out of the car.

"Everything for my girl"

My girl..

We came inside and the house was very modern. The fire place was on and music was playing from the speakers. My favorite music.

Champagne was cooling in ice and right next to it were chocolate covered strawberries and roses. Also my favorites.

He pulled me close to him and kissed me again. I let him do everything he wanted.

I let him fed me the strawberries and drink champagne from my body. I left him go as many times as he wanted to the point that I couldn't speak or walk. I let him run us a bath and lay me in bed next to him. I let him kissed me goodnight because I knew it was also a kiss goodbye. But he didn't know.

Maybe I was a maneater. I did take a lot from that boy. But I wasn't worth him. He was too good to be true and I already broke his heart many times.

When he woke up next morning I wasn't there. And I made sure I would never see those beautiful ocean eyes ever again.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

[faghubby]

Future

"How did it go?" I asked. As Paul came home.

"Fine" he said quickly heading to the bedroom. I got up and followed him. I came up behind him and hugged him.

"We can talk about it" I assured him. I took the paperwork he was still holding from him. He just let me take it as I read down. I saw he scored a two out of ten. As I read the results. He was deemed not only small but because of his aptitude test he was fitted with the smallest cage.

"Paul this isn't that surprising" I told him hugging him again.

"But" he wimpered. "It means we can never"

"Baby, no it just means we can't have kids" I told him. He seemed a little better but not much. I read the self care page.

"It says you should keep yourself shaved to help prevent discomfort" my eyes lit up. "You're shaved?"

He blushed. I started to unbuckle his belt. I needed to see. He was shy but didn't stop me. I pulled down his pants and found pink underwear. I looked up surprised.

"They said they would help support the cage" he told me. They looked like boys briefs except pink and no slit to pee from. I tried not to laugh as I pulled them down to see the smallest chastity cage. I had seen the cage on the news as they had discussed the different levels but it was smaller then I had imagined. I touched it held him softly.

"Ahhh" he moaned.

"Sorry" I realized it was exciting him and stopped. I pulled his pants back up and left him to sulk at least for now.

The Matriarchal laws had passed. A month ago. All men where required to submit to a psychological and physical exam to gauge their role in society. Woman now controlled the government in great numbers. The congress of 100 members only three where male. And there where no male judges. This with a steep decline in pregnancies led to the passing of a series of laws. Allowing woman to find men that where fertile. But also strong and fit. Generically Alpha. It wasn't just size and strength but also intelligent, creative. There where levels of clarification. ALPHA, OMEGA, JACKS AND BETAS.

Paul had rated a 2 making him a low rated Beta. Always locked especially in public. It also allowed me to find men outside my marriage. The laws also relieved Paul of manly duties. He could not hold certain physical jobs. His right to vote was also limited. Along with home ownership, driving alone at night. Being out alone at night for that matter. I went back to the packet I had been reading when Paul came home. I added his evaluation to the paperwork. The paperwork allowed me to take control of all our assets. It even allowed me to change his name if I wished having him take my maiden name if I wished. There was also releases to allow me to be added to dating list for men that wished to help me cuckold my husband. There was a spot for Paul to sign but it wasn't required for him to sign since he scored under a 4.

I gave Paul a few hours then went to check on him. As I walked in he quickly turned off the TV. I walked over and took the remote and turned it back on. He was watching the new Submissive channel.

I sat down next to him on the bed. It was a educational how to show on pleasing your mistress.

"You didn't want me to see this?" I asked. He was embarrassed. I watched for a few minutes. They where talking about excepting his new role. And how to show her he excepted his role and was not a threat to her lovers. They talked about asking her to wear panties, or even to peg his ass.

"How do you feel about this?" I asked

"Trish I understand that" he tried but stopped. "Are you going to take a lover?"

"I haven't decided. How do you feel about it?" I asked him.

"I don't think I, I don't know?" He mumbled.

"You can't call me Trish in public, I think you should call me Ms Trish even at home so you get used to it" I suggested he almost seemed relieved I wasn't going to demand Mistress or something.

"I like you to sign the release before I send them" I told him as I ran my hand thru his hair. I smiled at the commercials on the tv. Even they where directed towards male submissiveness. As I smiled at a salon offering discount on full body hair removal. I suddenly had him lean forward and removed his shirt.

"Take off your pants" I told him. I stood and did as I said

"Leave your boi panties" I giggled, he frowned. I pulled him into bed.

"Lay still" I told him. I teased his nipples.

"Tell me what you rate on an arousal scale q being don't like and 10 being don't stop. I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. He moaned and wiggled trying to stay still.

"6 ohh 8" he moaned. I worked my way down teasing his nipples. Again he moaned and bucked his hips in the air. "8" again he moaned.

I moved down getting 4 on his tummy. But when I cupped his balls his dick was leaking precum from his cage. I licked and put his cage in my mouth then each of his balls one at a time.

"Please unlock me" he moaned

"I don't have the key yet" I told him. He just moaned as I continued to tease his inner thighs. He spread his legs further. So I took it as a invite and licked his asshole. I thought he would explode, I didn't like it but quickly replaced it with my fingers. I grabbed some Vaseline from my makeup table and worked my finger into his ass. Without a word he pulled his legs to his chest. Giving me total access to his ass. I soon had two then three fingers in his ass. I was absolutely amazed how much he loved this. We had never done anal play before. But Paul was in heaven his cage leaking as he moaned. After a few minutes I stopped and got up and washed my hands. When I returned Paul laid there his pink underwear pulled down alittle just as I had left them.

"I don't want to heat another moan or complaint. No more sulking. It is obvious that you are exactly what the doctors determined." I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my panties.

"Wear these you got yours all dirty" I told him. Then get dressed we are going shopping. He didn't grumble. He didn't say a word just did exactly as I instructed. I drove to one of the nicer department stores. He got out of the car and I had to double step to catch him. I held his hand.

"You will wait for me. I may even decide you will wait till I open your door for you. Is that understood" I stressed.

"Yes, Ms Trish." He replied lowering his head. As soon as we walked in we were greater by a saleswoman.

"Good afternoon" she said to me quickly glancing at Paul. "We have a new department set up right over here, for our new Femine men" she offered.

"Really, perfect just what we came in for" the woman just smiled as I led Paul. The whole section of the store was bathed in pink. I was greeted by a man dressed almost completely in pink as well.

"Good afternoon Madem. My name is Jackie if I can help you with anything please ask." He said.

"Yes we are looking for panties for my husband." I said

"Of course, would you like him to wear any particular style" Jackie asked as he led us to a table. "These have extra room in the front" he started.

"We don't need that" I laughed looking at Paul who was over welmed by all this. "These are more humiliation" he pointed out panties that had sayings like girlie boi or fuck my wife for me. On them.

I saw the cutest little yellow thong.

"OH I like these" I giggled showing Paul.

"He looks to be a size 9" Jackie commented but he can try them on right over there. He then handed me a condom.

"So he doesn't leak in them" Jackie informed me. I just smiled. It was encouraged that I went into the changing room with him. Even a comfy chair for me to sit in was provided.

"Trish" Paul begged as I told him to try them on.

"You want me to play with your ass again?" I wispered in his ear. He stripped and slid on the thong. Pulled and poked checking how they fit having him turn.

"What do you think?" I asked Paul.

"I fell like I got a wedgie" he commented.

"Good" I smiled. I let him get dressed. He carried the thong around the store. I added a few more. Then I saw a tee shirt. Registered 2 is all it said.

"Which color?" I asked Paul their was. A pink, baby blue, and a high visibility yellow in his size.

"Blue?" He said softly. I looked him in the eye.

"How about pink?" I suggested he just nodded and took it from me. There where skirts and dresses. Lots of sizes to feminized your man. I pointed things out and gaged Paul's reactions. As we approached the register there was a long glass case full of sex toys. I stopped and asked to see several dildos the saleswoman was knowledgeable and showed me lots of features. I bought a harness and two dildos along with a wand to hold against the cage. Paul was beet red as we checked out. I held his hand as we walked across the parking lit again. As soon as we got home i had Paul sign the paperwork and sent it in to the new office of submissive men. I took Paul back into the bedroom this time I stripped and laid on the bed.

"Use your tounge make me cum" I told him. Paul did as asked. I felt impowered and gave him instructions he was good at eating pussy. But there was always things he did that did nothing for me. Or things I wish he did more. He listened well. And made me cum twice.

My sister keri stopped by after dinner. I think she was curious how Paul had rated.

"He is a 2" I told her.

"Really" she said excited "what are you going to do? Have ypu scene the sissy school?" She rambled on

"Sissy school?" I stopped her.

"Yes they will teach him to be a housewife for you" she laughed.

"And Brian?" I asked about her husband

"6" she was almost disappointed. As a six nothing changed in there marriage at all.

after Keri left I found Paul he was hiding in the bedroom. Again I caught him watching submissive TV again. I noticed a wet spot thru his jeans.

"Paul, you want all of this don't you?" I asked him. He tried to deny it at first.

"I hate the cage but" he stated

"You love the panties and my fingers in your ass" I stated he nodded. I fucked his ass again this time using one of the dildos we had bought.

Then had him shower and dress in my satin pajamas they fit him tightly and looked like he wore capris.

the next day I signed him up for sissy school but also a sissy spa day. They would remove all his body hair. A mani/pedi. And style his hair.

He spent 5 hours a day at school they taught him how to cook and clean. Also tips on pleasing thier wives. Paul was only 1 of 3. Class 2 in school most where 3 and 4. So he was given special instruction in nail care. Hair style, even make up. And walking in heels. I was given daily updates. I paid for Paul to have permanent body hair removal. Paul excepted his role immediately. I also found it so exciting. Fucking his ass every night for the first two weeks.

Paul started receiving what became called the sissy check from the government every month. That plus receiving a promotion at work after my boss was demoted after being classified as a 4. So unable to be more then a personal assistant. I had taken Paul shopping again this time he wanted to try everything. We left with a whole new wardrobe. He would spend most of his time in a dress or skirt. I laughed. And had more sexy panties then I had.

I went to a cuckold mixer, where I met a Darren a tall black alpha male. He didn't ask he took me to a back room and bent me over. He drove his huge thick 10 inch cock deep in my pussy. He took me used me it was such a release. Paul had never even tried to act like Darren did. He pumped his seed into me. There was so much it ran down my leg as he walked me to my car. He picked me uo to kiss me goodbye. But I wanted more. When he put me down I dropped to my knees and right there in the parking lot I pulled his cock back out and slobbered all over it. I could only take maybe a third of his magnificent cock in my mouth. People walked by but I didn't care. Darren finally came feeding me his cum. I swallowed every drop. Before I left giving him my number.

Paul was still up waiting for me dressed in sexy blue lace lingerie.

"I met someone" I told him. He was aware what type of party I had gone to. "I know you have heard about how sissy clean up" I said. He swallowed hard turning a bit pale. "Would you like to try?" I asked. I laid on the bed and lifted my skirt. Paul looked at my cum soaked panties. I led his head down.

"Try it" I said softly first he kissed me thru the panties then got a little braver. Eventually he pulled my panties off and sucked Darren's cum out of me. I started to teach Paul how to suck cock. By making him suck my strapon before I took his ass. Which now was once a week sometimes twice if he was extra good. I met Darren a few more times. Before he moved on.

It had been months since Paul had been locked. And he had only asked that first day to take it off. I had only used the key a handful of times when I had his body hair removed.

I realized we didn't even get many stares anymore since a femine male was not as rare as one would think. Paul's biggest concern was if I was getting enough attention from real men.

I found Pete thru a dating app. He was very interested in a couple. He loved that I had a cuckold. One night I had him spend the night. And in the morning let Paul suck his cock for him. Paul was able to take all 8 inches down his throat and swallowed all his cum. I was so proud.

Later on I allowed Paul to give Pete a massage. Paul's penis leaked the whole time. I then fucked him with my strapon in front Pete. Paul lecked his sissy juice all over himself. Paul even moved out of our room one day giving his spot in the bed up to Pete for good.

When Pete found out he went to Paul's new room. And bent him over the bed. He fucked Paul with force holding his head down. Paul was so turned on he came twice out of cage. As he thanked Pete.

Pete took control of Paul. Now Pauline. The name change was only the start. Pete ran a tight ship. If Pauline didn't do something or did it not the way Pete liked it done though. Pete would pull down his panties and spank him. Or stand in the corner. Even having him suck his friend Larry's cock when he came over to watch the game.

He also liked Pauline to dress very slutty, or even spend the day in just panties and a bra for the day.

Pete also took a firm hand with me at least in the bedroom. sex was wonderful. When I got pregnant. I don't know who was more excited Paul or Pete. Pauline swore to care for the child. He was always there when I got morning sickness, or needed my feet rubbed. Or sucked Pete's cock when I was to far along or just not in the mood.

When our daughter was born I didn't change more then a dozen diapers and Pete not a single one. Pauline got up in the middle of the night. Aunt Pauline was decided he would be called.

[doumadono]

Emergency request

Been dealing with self esteem and weight issues lately which I know I can't control but it's slowly getting the better of me.. could I request the clones comforting an s/o with weight issues and low self esteem?

A/N: remember, it's okay to reach out for support and help during difficult times. Take things one step at a time, be kind to yourself, and focus on self-care and self-love. You're stronger than you think ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Karaku

Karaku, with his easygoing personality, constantly reassures his S/O that he loves her just the way she is. He adores her for her uniqueness and never wants her to change for anyone.

He surprises her with little acts of kindness, like preparing her favorite snacks, to make her feel pampered and loved.

Whenever she has a bad day, he'll hold her close, reminding her that she's precious to him.

He encourages her to join him in fun and low-pressure physical activities, like going for a relaxing walk or having a light workout together, to boost her confidence and mood.

Karaku often compliments her genuine qualities, emphasizing her intelligence, kindness, and resilience. He reminds her that her worth extends far beyond physical appearance.

He enjoys dedicating his time to his S/O, reveling in the act of worshipping her body. After passionate moments together, he refuses to let her conceal herself, choosing instead to bestow kisses upon every inch of her form while whispering sweet affirmations about her beauty. "I can't help but adore every curve and contour of your body. You're a work of art."

"Remember, you're stuck with me, no matter what, khe-khe! and that includes all your beautiful imperfections."

Urogi

Urogi is incredibly attentive, always listening and understanding her feelings. He never judges his S/O.

He's known for his sassy and playful demeanor, often teasing his S/O with cheeky comments and light-hearted banter.

When his S/O is feeling down or experiencing a mood drop, he gently comes close and envelops her within his expansive wings, whispering to her that tears aren't necessary, and that this moment of sadness will eventually pass.

He's a fantastic cuddler, and he loves to hold her close and reassure her that she's safe and cherished in his arms.

Urogi encourages her to set achievable goals for herself, focusing on self-improvement rather than striving for unrealistic standards of beauty.

"You're unique, and that's what makes you so incredibly beautiful to me. Embrace your individuality."

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, being a bit mysterious and reserved, tends to show his love through actions rather than words. He constantly supports her, offering to help his S/O with tasks.

He often takes her to peaceful and natural places, like a serene forest or a calm lake, to help her connect with the beauty of the world beyond appearances.

Aizetsu is a great listener, often sitting with her in quiet moments, giving her space to express her thoughts and feelings. He never interrupts and offers a patient ear to help her release her burdens.

His presence alone provides a sense of comfort and understanding, as he values her words and emotions.

"Don't feel that way, my love, it's truly heart-wrenching, and it stirs up an overwhelming urge within me to shed tears."

He appreciates her artistic and creative side, encouraging her to express herself through writing or other creative outlets, helping her boost her self-esteem.

Aizetsu values her inner strength and resilience, often reminding her that she's much stronger than she thinks, and he's there to support her no matter what.

He's a master at creating an aura of calm and serenity, helping her relax and find inner peace when her self-esteem issues become overwhelming.

"Look at the stars. They don't judge. They just shine, much like your inner beauty."

Sekido

Sekido's anger is like a protective shield around his S/O. Whenever they face a threat or feel vulnerable, his anger flares up, ready to defend and shield them from harm.

Despite his constant anger, Sekido's unwavering support is evident in his actions. He's quick to take action when his S/O needs help, making sure she's always defended and cared for.

"Tsch! Don't keep things from me, weakling. It's fucking frustrating."

His anger also acts as a healing force, as he fiercely helps his S/O confront her fears and insecurities. He encourages her to face challenges head-on, providing the motivation and courage she needs to overcome obstacles.

Sekido cherishes the quiet moments with his significant other. He understands the importance of relaxation and calm, and in these moments, he is surprisingly gentle and tender.

He often points out her accomplishments and the things she's proud of, emphasizing that her worth goes beyond her physical appearance.

"Don't let fear hold you back. You've got this, and I'll be right there beside you."

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[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

(151 Follower Special!) Would A Pikachu Be A Good Pet?

(I just hit 151 followers! Thank you all so much for your support! I hope to continue making the blog better in the coming months, especially after I recover from this sickness. I figured there was no better way to mark the occasion than covering the main little guy themself! There's a whole lot of pokédex entries to look over, so I better get right to it!)

Tragically, I can't really recommend a pikachu to anyone but the most experienced electric-type pet owners! They're famous for being cute and friendly, and by all appearances they would be a great little buddy: they're are just the right size to be a good pet, which gets them some good points. They are known to be intelligent (Gold) and social, living in groups with other Pikachus in the forest (Diamond). But the electrocution risk is just plainly too high for me to comfortably recommend them. Pikachus passively generate electricity in their cheek pouches (Crystal), which they use to prepare food, protect themselves, etc. They don't seem to be able to control the electricity that they generate/gather, however, meaning that even the best trained Pikachu can cause you harm at any given moment.

If you come across a colony of Pikachus in the woods, I would recommend taking a wide berth, as groups of the pokémon can generate so much passive electricity that it can cause intense lightning storms (Red/Blue, Ultra Moon). Even a single Pikachu can cause lightning strikes: their tails, which they use to "monitor their surroundings", are natural lightning rods (Yellow, Silver). Pikachus generate electricity even as they sleep, which they often discharge accidentally when they wake up (Sapphire).

Pikachu's use the electricity they generate for controlled purposes as well, of course. For one, they use electric shocks to roast berries to eat (Gold). They aren't always the best at judging how much electricity to use on berries, and have been observed as blasting any new thing they come across with electricity in the same way they would food (Ruby). Pikachus use electric shocks to greet each other in the wild (Shield) and to help out other Pikachus that need a recharge for whatever reason (Black/White). Finally, Pikachus use the electricity they generate to defend themselves, giving them access to a decent selection of moves that pose an electrocution risk and inflict paralysis. You definitely don't want to get on a Pikachu's bad side.

The major issue with Pikachus is that even if you do your best to train your Pikachu to not attack you with their dangerous electric-type moves, they will need to discharge their passive electricity in some way. Pikachus get stressed when they are unable to fully discharge periodically (Moon). A stressed pet is an unpredictable pet. Certain emotional states can drive a Pikachu to recklessly discharge on a whim: when they are angry (Crystal) or wary (Pearl) they "immediately" release their electricity, shocking anything around them.

Caring for a Pikachu would require a keen attention to their need to discharge the electricity that they generate in their day-to-day life. You would need to constantly provide safe outlets (pun intended) for your Pikachu to comfortably discharge. One would need to be aware of the risk that their furry friend constantly presents, which something that only experienced electric-type trainers may be equipped to do. All this being said, I gotta be realistic. It's Pikachu. The main little guy! Even I would want a pet Pikachu! If they had a chance, I'd guess most people would go for it. Who could say no to that face?

#pokémon #pokemon #pikachu #pkmn irl #PR-C

[tvmigraine]

Disney (Almost) Made an Anniversary Kamen Rider

You remember during the 2000s where Disney owned Power Rangers? It wasn't a bad era in terms of what was put out, but maybe I'm bias because I grew up with it. Running from Ninja Storm to RPM, Disney had a troubling run with the show - the quality was good for a kid's show, but Disney did not like making it. It's not a secret that they were trying to bury Power Rangers, the show only continuing after RPM because it was bought back by Saban. It doesn't feel like a coincidence they sold back Power Rangers less than a year after buying Marvel Entertainment.

And ever since, Disney has had no interest in Tokusatsu as a genre. You could argue the closest they ever came was Mech-X4, a Disney XD show about a kid controlling a giant robot to save his town.

Then rolls around the 100th anniversary. Tokusatsu is still as popular as ever in Japan and, while Super Sentai isn't as popular as it used to be, Kamen Rider has been going strong ever since it's revival in the Heisei Era.

If Disney wanna make money in Tokusatsu, it makes sense to put it in Kamen Rider.

This is the Imagination Belt. It was released last month and, honestly, I'm glad I got back into Kamen Rider in time to see the strangest anniversary celebration yet. It was produced by Bandai and I won't pretend this is officially a Kamen Rider product - it's made by the same company, but that's not enough to call it that.

But it sure takes a lot of the beats!

As a person who has previously rambled about a non-existent canon surrounding a Sonic Screwdriver toy, I really appreciate that this gives me more to talk about inherently. Kamen Rider historically has been getting more and more Riders with every era of the show and this toy is no different - ten different Disney icons made into marketable... keys... how did they not do Sora-

Nevermind, I'm glad they didn't.

The designs aren't great, I won't pretend they are, if you're a fan of Kamen Rider. It's clear the character designs were leaning closer to Kingdom Hearts (or even Spectrobes, if you remember that), so it's hard to judge them in terms of your typical Tokusatsu outfit. That being said, the consistency of the goggles does imply something about this uniform - if it's as important as the belt to be included on everyone, that's notable.

There's also a notable detail with the Imagination Belt itself - the Keys. Half of them are Gold, half of them are Silver, inherently splitting the team of Riders (Imaginators? Imagineers? Disney Adults?) in half. It implies simply that the goals of all the Riders don't align, that perhaps they're in a battle.

The Character Selection is also brought to mind. I imagine it's based on multiple factors, like popularity in that area and inclusion of specific brands... but that doesn't stop them being weird. Including specific representatives for Marvel, Lucasfilms and Pixar absolutely make sense - the choice of Woody is textbook. Iron Man equally makes sense, but the design has him look (personally) more like Lightning McQueen, which may just be a flaw of similar colour schemes.

But Grogu? Ya coulda picked anyone from Star Wars and... I get that The Mandalorian is probably the best received in pop culture... but the implications that he's getting his powers from a space baby is quite funny.

NOTE: The specific split of teams is Gold Keys belong to Mickey, Minnie, Simba, Woody and Iron Man - Silver Keys belong to Snow White, Moana, Tiana, Elsa and Grogu.

They also have built in power-up modes, specifically "Full Max" which seems to grant a power boost based on related characters - Mickey's Full Max gets help from Donald, Goofy and Pluto, meanwhile Simba has Timon and Pumbaa for example. But in your typical Tokusatsu, if your power-up involves other iconography, that tends to involve beating monsters. Are the monsters for "Imagination Belt" other Disney characters? Were Donald and Goofy evil beasts that had to be defeated? Did Woody have to beat Buzz Lightyear and the other Toys-Turned-Monsters? Minnie's Full Max is her with a cat, did Minnie Mouse have to fight a CAT?!

But onto the Lore Implications...

There's easily enough here to build an insane fanfiction, as you're about to see, but this does continue a point that I really appreciate about toys - kids, collectibles, whatever you want. You can tell your own story and it's not even difficult. Everyone has inherent creativity and, given a small amount of time, you can make any story out of any objects.

Case in point...

"Imagination Belt", to me, feels like Ryuki or Geats - it is a Rider War (Disney Adult War) where these two factions of "heroes" are fighting. It's probably against each other, Gold vs Silver, but you can imagine there are other monsters in between as your usual plot hooks.

The "Riders" of this world likely have their powers from raw imagination - passion for something that manifests in the Keys, giving them power in return. If the imagination becomes twisted.

Based on appearances, the Iron Man and Grogu Riders probably are leading both teams, the conflict started by the both of them and spiraling from there. Mickey is the obvious protagonist, Grogu looks like he'd make a good rival to keep the protagonist moving forward.

And there may be only ten official keys but Disney is an all-consuming black hole of creativity. There could be a lot more and you know it.

#tokusatsu #disney #disney 100 #imagination belt #kamen rider #power rangers #Youtube

[halloweenbitch2764]

Broken Home | Bo Sinclair x Reader

Part Four

Part Three

TW: Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts

Tags: @verymuchsoslytherin @theblueinhiseyes @crowned-gemini @slvt4slasherstiktok @ghostofnothing @ajarofpickledtears @stitchattacks @the-honey-nymph @zoleea-exultant

You didn't want to tell him the situation you had gotten yourself into. But as embarrassed as you were, you trusted Bo. He wouldn't judge you. You sat down on the couch and took a deep breath before patting the seat for him to sit as well. He seemed confused but sat down.

"There's more than just visiting as to why I came here." You started. Bo nodded to show he was listening. "Um, about a couple years ago I met a guy." Bo's heart twisted and felt as though a knife had struck him. Of course you weren't single. You were too perfect.

"He was great ya know? Charming, sweet, a real gentleman. At least that's what I thought. Hell he even convinced me to leave my job. I could be a homemaker. It didn't sound bad. At first it started off minor. He'd call me a name here and there. Then it became everyday. Nothing was to his standard. Dinner wasn't made in time, he didn't like what I made, the house was dirty, and so on." A lump formed in your throat causing you to clear it as tears formed.

"My friends tried to warn me. Said he was no good and they knew it but I never listened. He isolated me. I didn't have friends and barely had my parents. Once he got me to that point he started becoming...physical." Bo's fists clenched and unclenched. Anger boiled in his veins but he tried to remain calm for your sake. You didn't need him to be angry, not yet.

"That started out small too. First it was just punches on my arms. Then slaps to my face. Then he left me a black eye. He told me I would never leave him. I needed him. I didn't have anyone but him after all. Nobody would want me anyways. I was disgusting. My body wasn't attractive, my hair wasn't pretty, and the scars were ugly as sin." You let out a breath as a couple tears fell.

"And I believed him. What was I going to do? I had basically no money to my name. I had been so dependent on him that I felt like I couldn't. I was trapped." You took another breath. "Suicide started becoming more appealing. How else was I going to escape?"

Admitting all of this felt simultaneously horrible and amazing. You had bottled all this up for so long. You were pulling up old memories which hurt but would never heal if not addressed. Bo was looking at you intently, emotions swirling behind his eyes. He didn't know what to feel. Anger? Sympathy? Protectiveness?

"He left for work one day. I had enough. I hid a map and planned my route here. I grabbed my essentials and took the car. I didn't know where else to go and prayed somebody would still be in this town. I'd have stayed here either way." A few more tears fell and you looked up at Bo, who reached and wiped some tears off.

"He told me if I left him that he'd kill me. I don't think it was an empty threat." You whimpered the last part. Before you could control it a sob poured out of your mouth.

Bo had never been good with emotions but you had taught him a few things that he still remembered. So he did what he always did.

He pulled you into a hug, holding you against him and resting his head on top of yours. His arms protected you like your own personal safe haven. Bo had always been your safe haven. You clutched at his shirt as you cried.

It hurt. Everything hurt. Your memories of Kyle hurt. Isolating yourself hurt. Having to leave Bo hurt. You allowed yourself to cry for the first time in God knows how long. You had stopped crying and became numb which lead to bottled up emotions. It's not like Kyle would have listened.

Bo ran his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion and just held you until your cries turned to soft pants and whimpers. He held you until you were quiet and only soft sniffles would come ever so often. He only released you when you pulled away.

"You don't know what seeing you in the church meant to me. I wouldn't be alone. I wouldn't have to worry about being found so much." Your voice was strained from crying and you smiled weakly at Bo.

Bo frowned at your state. He hated seeing you cry. You weren't one to cry often. If you fell you'd get back up, brush it off, and try again. He hated what you had endured. You were so precious, how could anyone treat you like that? Much less a guy who was lucky enough to call you his?

"Does he know about Ambrose?" Bo questioned as he brushed some hair out of your face." He knows Ambrose exists and that it's somewhere in the south. I never told him what state." He nodded.

"We'll skip the grocery run for a bit and just stay in town. I don't want you to leave until you're ready to." You couldn't help but give a soft smile, still weak from crying.

Normally Bo would feel awkward about someone crying in front of him. If anyone did he'd give them an awkward pat on the shoulder and then avert his eyes. He felt natural at comforting you, albeit a bit rusty. He smiled at you.

"That's my pretty girl. Now, I remember you mentioning wanting to see Lester. Do you want me to tell him to come over or do you just want some quiet time?"

You thought it over. "How about just some quiet time for now? Maybe we can invite him over later or tomorrow." You just wanted more one on one time with Bo. Bo felt his heart swell with pride. You wanted him to be there with you, nobody else. "I doubt Lester even remembers me." Bo shrugged slightly.

Bo never stopped mentioning you, even as he got older. Vincent heard the brunt of it but Lester caught your name ever so often. Bo talked about you like you hung the stars in the sky. As he got older the mentioning of your name became rare. At the same time, Bo had started retreating into himself. He had anger outbursts regularly. He also started drinking more.

"Well why don't you catch me up on what other stuff has happened since you left, darlin'?"

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax (2005) #house of wax 2005 #slasher fandom #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #slasher series

[vendetta-if]

Sneak Peek - Chapter 3 Part 1

Hey guys! As it's getting nearer to the public release of Chapter 3 Part 1, I decide to post a sneak peek of a scene here! I used to screenshot sections, but for this one, I'll be copy-pasting the sneak peek and I'll also try reducing as many coding as possible, so hopefully, it'll be easier to read. Since it'll be pretty long, I'll keep it under the cut.

This section I'm gonna show has a lot of variations all based on a number of variables and stats, so for this particular sneak peek, I'm going to assume MC is Sarcastic and more Emotional than Stoic, is on the shorter side, knows about Jackal, and is flirting extensively with both Ash and Rin.

Note: ${ash_he}, ${ash_him}, ${ash_his} are just all variables for Ash's pronoun, so whenever they pop up, just feel free to replace them with the proper ones in your head if you want to.

A click rings out as Ash finally steps out of ${ash_his} room as well. As you had suspected, ${ash_he} ends up not wearing ${ash_his} usual leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Instead, ${ash_he}'s decked out in a more business casual style; ${ash_he}'s wearing a black turtleneck, an unbuttoned blazer, a pair of dark-colored jeans, and black leather gloves. 

It's not ${ash_his} usual style of clothing, and you're pretty sure this outfit must be a gift from Uncle Luka, since it's totally his style, even though you're not totally sure as to the reasoning behind it. But, all in all, Ash is looking fancy as hell right now.

$!{ash_he} seems to finally notice your staring and ${ash_he} blushes. "W—Well, can't exactly enter this fancy-schmancy establishment and blending in while looking like a thug," ${ash_he} stammers out a bit, trying to get ${ash_his} flustering under control.

"Far be it from me to criticize you." You grin, before reassuring ${ash_him}. "You look great, by the way. Really giving Uncle Luka a run for his money with how well you're pulling off his signature look."

Ash barks out a laugh at that. "Really? Maybe I should take a photo or something to commemorate this event," ${ash_he} jokes.

You perk up. "Huh, good idea. Let's do it." Ash contemplates on it for a second before complying, closing the distance between you in only a couple of steps. You pull out your phone and turn on the front camera as Ash gets behind you. $!{ash_he} bends down a bit so ${ash_his} whole face can get in frame for the shot as well, not only ${ash_his} outfit. You begin the countdown and then you grin lopsidedly while pointing at Ash before taking the picture.

You check the selfie you've just taken and show it to Ash as well. "Hey, not bad at all." Ash nods approvingly at ${ash_his} own outfit in the picture. 

"Yeah, I'm totally gonna send this to Uncle Luka right now." You open up your chat with Uncle Luka, attach the selfie, and then type: "Watch out, Uncle Luka, got yourself a stiff competition here! Be careful not to show this pic to your boyfriend!" You snicker as you press send.

Not even a minute has passed before your phone vibrates. You click the notification and read Uncle Luka's response.

"So… First, you flirted quite blatantly with Rin last night, and then tonight, you're going on a mission that doubles as a date with Ash? What a Casanova. Maybe one day you'll invite both for a date? You know what, you do you. I won't judge and I won't tell Rin about your little date, promise. No need to thank me 👍. Oh, and also, my boyfriend said that I still look better 😛."

You feel your heart beats faster at the thoughts of Rin, but then you take a quick glance at Ash and feel your cheeks warm up as well. What does this mean? Well, you're not ready to confront your confusing feelings, especially not before your first mission. You shake it off and groan internally before typing back a response: "Touché. You win this round."

Your phone vibrates again after a moment. "Stay safe, kiddo. Don't take unnecessary risks, alright? If you see something is wrong, just pull out and abandon the whole job. Nothing is worth your life. Promise me."

The worry in that text is so prevalent that you can feel it seeping through the screen. You send a final text: "Alright, Uncle Luka. Try not to worry too much, okay? Love you."

You put away your phone, but not before reading another response from your uncle. "Love you too, kiddo."

#writing updates #sneak peek #snippets #chapter 3 #if: vendetta #ro: ash #char: mc #char: luka #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

[divinekangaroo]

furthering the tommy-sexuality dialogue with @deadendtracks and this post and this post:

“Did you see Grace and Tommy's first sex scene in s1 and their reunion sex scene in s2 as overly performative?” / “When I was thinking about this I kept coming back to the first two sex scenes we have with Grace, though -- where imo we do see him leaning into surrender, intimately and sexually. I don't know if it's a total loss of control, but he's certainly not avoiding it in my view. I think the whole reason he fell for Grace is that he *did* feel that surrender of intimacy with her, that vulnerability. And it's in distinct contrast to every other sex scene we get from him after that.”

That’s a good point – I’ll need to rewatch to double check, they were filmed differently to other sex scenes, too, even May's softer sex scene. (the camera was so focused on May it was clear it was about her...) (And there’s something in my head telling me there’s some very distorted/unpleasant film-technique callbacks to the S1 scene in what happens with Diana that I should probably chase to see if they really existed too.)

With the little that I do remember, S1 I had a sense he was performing as if for himself (unable to remember intimacy) until instinct took over and the performative sense disappeared. Given he lost Greta just prior to the war (his sole intimate relationship if we assume his brothers’ joking means he wasn’t really one with lots of girls) then had a one-off with Zelda then (judging by Duke’s age) immediately went off to war, he probably didn’t have a lot of experience being intimately connected with women? Lots of prostitutes and fleeting actions through and post war and not much else. So that first scene feels like he’s kind of unpacking/realising/*feeling* again through the action.

S2, my memory of the conversation and the leadup leaves me with a sense of something far more performative than S1 – but again, more for himself than for Grace. Almost a sense of proving something to himself (or Campbell, who knows). There’s too much bite in the leadup, that the sex itself felt like a necessary ‘tick box’ in some list he had going from the moment she returned. I think, there was no intimation Grace would stay with him, no baby, no ongoing intimacy to expect and to allow himself to fully let loose in the understanding his vulnerability would be compensated by an ongoing relationship, I’m just left with that sense that S2 sex was…proving something. It had much more of an edge than S1, S1 I’m left with much softer and intimate impressions.

---

“What do you make of that first sex scene with Lizzie in 2.01? I have thoughts of my own but I'm curious about how it fits into your understanding of Tommy & sex, beyond the need to avoid intimacy and the physical release. Because it's quite a strange scene if you look at the way he seems to be completely dissociated, he doesn't seem to even really be there.”

I have had multiple goes at unpacking this for myself over time especially given he then has the typewriter scene with Lizzie, and none satisfy me XD so take even this with a great dusting of salt. Any insight I would be very interested in reading!

Important for me: the joint context of Polly having just reminded Tommy to get over Grace, and him having to walk out immediately after the sex with Lizzie to assassinate that man.

That first S2 assassination seemed such a major moral trauma point for him: I think it’s often overlooked because…it’s just killing some rando dude right? But what it actually meant for him was huge when you look at his rage/terror around the entrapment. In S1, he’s partially brought all that shit on himself by holding the guns, and he acknowledges that and moves through it, but this S2 assassination – it’s repeated, his whole Chosen One loop, why me? He asks more than once, Why me – he really, really hurts, he is really really angry. The ability to get away from being used to kill, but then being locked back into it against his will.

So there’s this joint ‘get over Grace, Tommy, right now’ (because you will never have grace, either the person or the concept) = just fuck some other woman where it doesn’t mean anything, and ‘I’m being used [like a prostitute, for other people’s wants] and can’t get out of it because of who I am’ = he…calls in a prostitute and uses her, because….???? He’s projecting??? He’s angry? He doesn’t know how else to try to move through that or rationalise that being used?

I have such a sense he’s almost *forcing* himself to do it. Again, like proving something to himself. From Lizzie’s words (and how warm the two of them are in the typewriter scene) I have to assume they’ve had a relatively amicable paid sexual relationship, and Tommy’s definitely acting different in that particular scene. So if it’s a sharply different encounter to the usual and given the context: it’s almost as if he’s forcing himself to do it to remind himself that this is what we/I do, just fuck, there’s money, get it done.

Almost an image of himself in that bent-over position taking it and taking the money and taking what it gives him, but having to *take it* first. Kill the man, take the trade, move on. Be fucked, take the cash, move on. It’s not really about pleasure or release before a risky venture that might kill him. It’s not even about Lizzie at all, or a comment on his prior (or upcoming) connection with Lizzie. A reminder to himself about being used, the way certain disadvantaged people are always used no matter what they actually want, the way he feels about being used that way. And a very strong reminder at the end when Lizzie outreaches for connection that you take the money and treat the exchange as a transaction.

While Lizzie has her personal reasons/infatuation/desire for connection for that scene to be sad, at that point in time I don’t even think he’s thinking about her at front of mind at all. He has no room for her reactions/feelings at the front of his mind, which is totally full of his own anger/hurt/disassociation from the upcoming unpleasant task at that point. I do think his back of mind churns over her hurt/sadness, though, or he wouldn’t act the way he does to her in the typewriter scene. Did he feel regret, belatedly? Epsom as well, he gets regretful about using Lizzie, but only belatedly?

He seems to oscillate between using Lizzie like a tool/thing in S2, and perhaps the fact she was a prostitute means she’s coded in his head initially as that ‘sexual tool’, who can be used that way without concern. Then, these sorts of mental or emotional kicks he experiences that she is not, she is a person, and his attempts to reconnect and make up for it after.

Given Lizzie is the only one of Tommy’s lovers who is, by class and status, ‘less than’ Tommy, I think that ‘sexual tool’ coding and hierarchical coding is very strong in him. His focus on the symbols and manners of status and rank (and eventually money as his only agency when even his acquired rank doesn't deliver what he thought it would) suggest this quite entrenched hierarchical thinking as well. Something in his head which says those of lesser rank/status are used by those above, similar to how he is used.

So he uses Lizzie, not cruelly or unfairly in that desk scene given she is a prostitute then: she’s his only lover that he doesn’t have to perform with. He can have terrible sex, he doesn’t have to think about her pleasure, he doesn’t have to perform or satisfy her or try to influence her.

The typewriter scene, her status by S3, then S4, he consciously tries to lift her up and out of his default, ‘first thoughts’ coding and treatment of her as that sexual tool in fondness and liking/affection and recognition of her. But I also think it suggests much about his approach to sex/sexuality and how it intersects with class that this thinking of her as sexual tool does appear to be his first thoughts, it’s his second thoughts/later thinking that consciously go back on that first take.

Tangentially: I also think a lot of his behaviours with Lizzie are actually about what’s going on in himself, not about his feelings for her. She becomes a kind of substitute/blurry mirror where his actions and behaviours around her are him projecting what’s happening inside him. At the same time SK also writes Lizzie as an actual character with her own motivations for engaging with Tommy, and there’s that imbalance in what Tommy uses her for versus what she wants him for.

The physical and emotional mirroring they increasingly do over time, Lizzie actually mirroring him if not in sync, adds to this thinking. This Lizzie as a Tommy-distorted-mirror warps and shifts over time, but I think S2 in particular she’s almost this “sexual-tool / extension-of-himself” to be that mirror of him being used as a “killing-tool” where he has no choice, and he actively uses her that way in the sex scene and at Epsom.

This is one of those unformed/not properly unpacked niggles that stood out to me on rewatch, because of carrying the preconception of what happened in S5 with Mosley asking for Lizzie as a thing/a Tommy substitute – well, he actually did do that to Lizzie at Epsom, because he couldn’t do it himself. And this is quite different to his use of Grace where the intimacy/recognition is that he can’t do it because he doesn’t know what Grace actually is (except he knows she’s not a working class girl he can use); with Lizzie during the S1/S2, maybe even S3, he can use her this way, he doesn’t have the same hesitation he has with Grace.

---

“some of these might be considered trauma responses but my preference is to think he is/was always going to be this way *somewhat*#because he is this way.the particular traumas he went through were able to be framed in ways that allowed him to continue…for a while Also curious about this -- what do you think are the characteristics he has that were "always going to be this way"

The key ones:

- That he struggles with actually connecting deeply with people, reading sexual cues/flirtation, because he actually connects too deeply – he holds back to avoid embarrassment if he’s misread something. Some of this leads to an inclination to prefer sex that is openly a transaction (prostitutes) because it relieves any dialogue around intimacy or connection. He can treat sex as a physical need without having to think about the other.

- Deep connection is unrelated to sex, and that he’ll always look for deep connection with someone over the sex. If both, ok wonderful, but if the sex makes the connection complicated he’ll ditch the sex and find that elsewhere. (I really think of Alfie in this space.)

- Connection comes before physical/sexual attraction. People are physically neutral to him until he feels something for them first. For example, he couldn’t be seduced by a hot woman into a vulnerability in the way, say, Arthur or John probably could? I think of both Grace and Tatiana here. With Tatiana and no or limited connection, he pretty much flips her attempted seduction on its head and notwithstanding the essentially of them having ‘sex for the cause’, his sexual participation instead forges that double (is it triple by this point?) cross with her instead for their mutual benefit, rather than her sexual seduction exposing vulnerabilities in him for her people to exploit. With Grace, the connection comes well before the sex and it’s connection which exposes him/makes him vulnerable, not the sex.

#now to try to unpack the subaltern point XD

[sapphire-weapon]

Would you be willing to elaborate more on Leon's breeding kink? It's one of my favorite kinks but it just feels like cookie cutter porno stuff whenever I see it out in the fandom.

yes, BUT --

the funny thing about this being one of my headcanons is that pregnancy is actually a huge source of trauma for me, so this is one of those things that's like... I headcanon this not because I like it, but because I genuinely feel like it fits the character. so, yes, I will go into this because I think it's an interesting side of Leon to explore, but I just wanted to give the added context/caveat of "just bear with me trying to talk about this, because I am Doing My Best." (this is also why it's taken me so long to answer this ask; I've had to take breaks throughout the process of writing it.)

I mentioned this the last time I brought this up, but this kink was born from Leon being robbed of his own bodily autonomy by the government -- I don't think that this is something he's always had. like, pre-RE2 Leon didn't have his libido whispering in his ear: "Go knock someone up." and I also think that this whole thing is being exacerbated by how paranoid Leon's forward-thinking brain is about accidentally actually ending up with a kid. like, the more Forbidden it feels, the more he secretly wants to do it and gets off on the idea of it.

but, also like I've said before, he keeps this shit to himself. Leon is not telling random hookups that he wants to get them pregnant, and he won't fuck without a condom, besides.

but on the very rare occasion that the stars align (seriously this has only ever happened, like, twice in his entire life) and he manages to spend the night with someone who he

trusts to be honest about handling her own birth control, allowing him to feel comfortable with/confident about barebacking her

trusts to not judge him for this

believes to be (and is) genuinely into it also as well and

is willing to roleplay this out with him as a result

he plays it up and soaks it up for all its worth. he enjoys it so much that, even if he was with someone who didn't necessarily tick box number one, if she was to pull the condom off in the middle of sex and beg him to finish inside her, he'd do it. he'd panic about it afterwards, but in the heat of the moment, he'd do it.

so, here's some in-the-moment headcanons for you, since I know the kids these days like this stuff:

● holding his partner from behind and pressing an open palm against her lower abdomen while kissing her neck and whispering to her how beautiful she'll be when she starts showing and how, the bigger she gets, the less he'll be able to keep his hands off of her.

● reassuring her that he'll be with her and take care of her throughout her whole pregnancy -- because, for him, it's not about being possessive or the animalistic urge to breed; this whole thing is sprung from the unattainable (for him) fantasy of actually starting a family

● pressing the very tip of his cock against her entrance but not pushing all the way inside until he gets an answer to the question: "You sure you're ready to have a baby?"

● breaking the fourth wall of the roleplay while actively fucking her and whispering directly in her ear: "Stop taking your birth control. I want this to be real next time." if she asks in the moment if he's being serious, he'll double down: "Yeah. Let me knock you up for real. I want to be with you when you take the test." -- and then never following up on that thought; he'll only admit to not actually being serious if he's explicitly asked later, once it's over.

● when he starts to get close to orgasm, telling her: "You're going to be a great mother" and then when he's right at the edge: "I won't stop until you're pregnant"

● angling her hips upward right before he climaxes so that nothing leaks out

● keeping his hips held flush against hers for an extra moment after he's completely emptied himself inside her, just to enjoy the feeling of his own release being pressed against him by the walls of her body

and the more she says back to him, the better.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #whew this one was hard #so y'all better enjoy it

[temporalbystander]

I told myself I wasn't going to ever make this post. Because I had hope. Because I wanted to believe that Miraculous had decent writing and that the sentiadren theory was not the pinnacle of what they could accomplish. Then season 5 happened. The first few episodes were good, it even forced me to make my blog solely Miraculous themed because the interactions I had with everyone were so much fun. Heck youve seen the reaction posts I did both in character and as myself.

(under the cut is a bunch of writing that you can take as me explaining my reasoning or just complaining. Either way, if you're hoping for anymore Miraculous content from me? Stories or screen caps, you best unfollow. Because I'm done.)

But then the leaks came. And, like an ancient being unable to properly use Facebook, I failed to avoid them. I told myself that certain spoilers didn't matter, that I could wait until the actual episodes came out to decide whether or not the salt was justified, that with a terrible memory like mine I'd forget it in no time (just look at some of the other screw ups I've made regarding Miraculous, it's not that far fetched.) However, as the number of Miraculous tags and blogs I followed began to grow the number of consenting opinions grew as well.

There are those who hate Marinette for being obsessed or a stalker when it comes to Adrien (who Id like to point out has had several episodes where we've seen his obsessed stalkers. Now Wayhem is creepy.) Those who love her and believe that all against her should suffer (which I was briefly a part of and still must fight my Alya bias even now.) And the same goes for the rest of the characters. But I still wanted to sit back and form my own opinions as cleanly as possible.

Needless to say, I failed. The more I stepped back and looked at the episodes, the more spoilers I failed to avoid to the episode screenshots I saw despite not having seen said episode yet. It all resulted in one clear opinion in my mind. Season 5 is a letdown. Not only because it's an out of order mess with the release dates but because it seemed more and more like pandering. Sentitheory is confirmed, Adrinette becomes canon, Lila gets revealed, Chloe gets punished and we get some LGBTQ+ recognition in the form of Zoe. (And Miss Bustier if I'm hearing right but I'm not really sure about that one.)

That should have been great, I'm all for writers letting the fans know they're appreciated. I was a brony during the 100th episode. That was like ambrosia for us fans. This? Felt like bad fanfiction and I know bad fanfiction, I've written tons of it. Firstly, why Zoe? If you're going to piss off Disney and other broadcasters, which I believe is why it was never done before, then why not confirm Rose and Juleka? Or Marc and Nathaniel? Why spend an episode saying something the fandom had basically decided the moment Zoe first showed up? And apparently it's just an end of episode confirmation where Marinette says she's flattered? I mean I get it but really? I don't know whether to be proud of her for not making a big deal of it or disappointed that the show doesn't make a bigger deal of it considering just how hard a confession like that can be. But you know what? I haven't watched the episode and I'm not going too so I probably shouldn't judge it.

What I will judge the everloving shit out of is the handling of Luka and Chloe. Luka must leave Paris because he knows who LB and CN are. That makes sense, we've seen in Star train that HawkMoth can't really sense or control his akuma's once they leave Paris so they'd have to leave to hunt Luka down. However Luka found out halfway through last season and, outside Ephemeral (which is its own set of issues) is never brought up. Seriously? I'm all for the Lukagami team up (which didn't actually end in Lukagami) for getting Adrinette together but you couldn't have had him pop up in a few more episodes to have him give excuses for the heroes to get away? Maybe pop up a bit more in support of Adrien? I'd be more upset if I hadn't known about the whole Luka leaving Paris, along with the Zoe confession, since BEFORE THE SEASON STARTED. But again, seperate issues.

And then there's Chloe. Oh Chloe. Now I wouldn't call myself a Chloe Stan. Until I actually started writing out ideas I didn't like her. She's the civilian foil to Marinette who is only put up with because her Daddy's the mayor and Adrien remembers when they had fun as little kids. The terrible airing of episodes didn't help either. Had I not been taking notes on every episode and had they not marathoned them on tv leading up to the release of the movies, I would have never put the pieces of her character together. Her self doubt, her abandonment by her mother, Mr. Cuddles and sucking her thumb? That is not the actions of evil incarnate. And what does the show do? LITERALLY REPLACE HER WITH ZOE!

And I don't mean the salty fans complaining about Mary Zoe as a replacement. No, the show doubles down by having the mayor adopt Zoe and send Chloe off with the mother who refuses to get her name right that Chloe doubts actually loves her. That? Is beyond fucked up. That? Is something I'd have written back when I didn't fully understand how tribulations and pain were parts of character growth. Just a simple "nah, Chloe bad. Zoe better. Just have Zoe." Seriously do you know how long it took me to realise that you can't just get rid of the bad guy if you want to make a good story?

And then, to cap it all off. HawkMoth gets his wish. On the bright side, if you wanted to know why Bunnix didn't show up until Evolution or during Ephemeral? That's why. Apparently Marinette feeling like a complete and utter failure is necessary for the future Alix comes from to happen. In fact, had Ephemeral happened before Wishmaker? Wed basically be watching season 6 right now. How else was Luka supposed to know what the hell Ladybug was talking about? Dudes not that smart I'm sorry. Hell nobody in the show is.

Seriously, who's genius fucking idea was it to have HawkMoth win this far into the show? Need I remind all of you how the wish is meant to work? It's a reset. A complete erasure and rewrite. There should be no "keeping secrets from Adrien" drama because, as far as the entire UNIVERSE is aware Emilie Agreste never vanished and whatever happened to Gabriel always happened. Hell the only one keeping secrets in this new world should be the kwamis since they're apparently the only ones who recognise what a reset looks like meaning they've experienced it before. And apparently they're all with their holders in this new universe? Hell I may watch the last episode just to figure out what crap they pull to try and explain everything. And why we should care about anything that happened in the past 8 YEARS if the "grand plan" of Astruc was just to erase it!

..... Sorry. I got way more frustrated towards the end there than I should have. If you have read this entire thing? Thanks and I'm sorry if I've wasted your time. What started out for me as a wonderful show about magic and love and typical good vs evil has now appears to have devolved into lazy writing, character assassination, retcons and repetition. I don't want to be one of the people who blame ZAG or TA or the writers about the problems of the show. That's more anger and salt then I need in my life. I'm just saying that, if this is the direction they choose to take it, that this was always the end point? Then I'm getting off here.

#mlb spoilers #mlb season 5 spoilers #ml spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml leaks #ml salt #ml fandom salt #ml writers salt #self salt #mun talks #ooc #text wall

[fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat]

Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 8

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more than a little distracted by their pretty bassist.

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Chapter Description: Eddie extends a few olive branches in a few different directions.

Warnings: language, smoking mention, kermit the frog

Word Count: 3668

Notes: I think I got the layout of Eddie's room kinda wrong but I mostly don't care

It sort of felt like the air in the small living space had about half as much oxygen as it was supposed to. Gareth’s eyes were darting between you and Eddie, Eddie’s eyes were darting between you and Gareth, and your eyes were staring wide at Gareth as if he was the grim reaper coming to collect you.

Shit. 

Shit!

The frying pan Eddie was holding, made slippery by a layer of dish soap, fell out of his hands and landed the sink with a crash, slicing through the suffocating silence. You released a startled yelp and jumped about half a foot out of your chair at the sound, throwing a hand across your mouth.

“Sorry, sorry!” Eddie was quick in his attempt to placate you. He turned his head toward his wide eyed bandmate, who was giving him a look that could only have been read as ‘what the absolute fuck is going on’ and nodded towards the door. The pair of them walked out and sat on the wooden steps that led up to the door of the trailer. 

Gareth and Eddie had shared many difficult conversations on these steps; at eleven years old, Gareth was the first person Eddie told when he had found out that his mother was a lot sicker than they thought she was. Gareth came out to Eddie at thirteen in this very spot. These days it was usually late at night and paired with a cigarette or two, but it was an unspoken rule that Eddie’s stoop was always neutral ground. They could say their piece and know the other wouldn’t judge them for it. 

“That’s a. . . new development,” Gareth stated. Eddie could tell he was embarrassed for walking in on the two of them.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. He had his forearms resting on his knees and his face pointed at the yellowed grass. “It actually isn’t all that new.”

“What do you mean?” Gareth questioned. Eddie let out a sigh in response. He knew he’d have to tell his friends about this at some point, but he’d really hoped he’d have some control over the conversation when it inevitably occurred. “How long have you guys been, y’know, whatever that was?”

“Almost two months,” Eddie admitted. 

“Wh-dude!” Gareth blurted out. “Two months?!”

“I know! I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you from the start, it’s just-”

“We’ve never kept secrets from each other, Eddie,” Gareth interrupted him. Eddie could hear the hurt coating his voice. “You always tell me everything. Usually in too much detail.”

Eddie huffed out a small laugh at that. It was true; he and Gareth left no stone unturned when it came to recounting their nights during their post-party, Sunday morning debriefs, and Gareth knew more about Eddie and all of his embarrassing hookups than either party would care to admit. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said after a moment’s silence. “She wanted to keep it under wraps for as long as we could, but it kind of spiraled out of control last night, and-”

Eddie could feel the pinpricks of tears start once again. Great. That anchor of guilt settled itself in him again, weighing him down into his spot on the splintering wood, and he could practically feel Gareth’s eyes go wide once again at the cracks in his voice. Gareth had seen him cry plenty of times, Eddie would be the first to admit it, but this time they seemed to come entirely out of nowhere. Neither of them were prepared for it.

“Eddie,” Gareth broke through the silence first. “What happened?”

Eddie recounted the last few months with you, and the events of last night (leaving out certain details, of course). He told Gareth that you and Tonya had gotten into a bitter fight, because of him. He told Gareth how you’d sequestered yourself all alone in the greenroom, because of him. He told Gareth how upset you’d gotten, because of him.

He told Gareth that you had gotten kicked out of your band.

Because of him. 

“First of all,” Gareth began. “None of this is your fault, okay?”

“How?” Eddie asked. There was a sticky layer of self pity in his voice, he knew it, but he didn’t care. “She got kicked out because Tonya saw her with me, how is that not-”

“She got kicked out because Tonya’s a possessive narcissist with wildly out of control anger issues,” Gareth said. “How they could stand being around her for this long, I don’t know, but this isn’t about you. Not really.”

“It’s not?” Eddie inquired with a disbelieving, almost sarcastic lilt in his voice. 

“From what you said, it sounds like Tonya was just waiting for her moment to strike. She was gonna try to get her out any way she could,” Gareth said. “She just saw you as an opportunity and decided to take it.”

Logically that all made sense. Eddie knew your fight with Tonya had been long sitting anger finally boiling over, but saying it out loud didn’t really make him feel like he was any less at fault. He scrubbed at his eyes, willing them to just dry back up, and really wished he’d grabbed a pack of smokes on his way out. 

“Look, it sounds like something like this was bound to happen between them at some point,” Gareth attested. “Maybe it’s a good thing it’s happening now, and not in two years after it’s had time to brew into something worse.”

“It still feels like it was my fault,” Eddie muttered with a shrug. He stood up and turned towards the door. 

“Hey,” Gareth said, pulling Eddie’s attention away from the door. “I understand why you kept this a secret, but I promise we wouldn’t have said anything.”

“I know, I just,” Eddie responded before trailing off. In all honesty, he really didn’t have much justification for keeping this from his bandmates. He trusted them with everything. “I was just scared.”

“Of what?” Gareth was standing now, too. 

“Losing her, I think.”

“God,” Gareth said with a smile. “You’ve gone soft on me, haven’t you?”

“What? No! I have not gone soft!” Eddie tried to defend himself. He had a smile just as wide.

“Oh, dude, you totally have,” Gareth doubled down. “You’re literally blushing at the thought of her.”

“I am not!” He absolutely was, and trying to deny it was only making his face grow hotter. Gareth clapped a hand on his shoulder. 

“She’s turning you into a fuckin’ teddy bear,” Gareth laughed.

“She has not!”

The pair walked back into the trailer, and while the awkward tension had most definitely thinned, there was still a very strange vibe in the air as Gareth gave you a small wave.

“Hey,” he said to you. “I’m, uh, I’m Gareth.”

“Hi,” you said back, returning his wave and introducing yourself. 

“Sorry about, y’know, your band,” Gareth said.

“Sorry about turning your lead singer into a teddy bear.” You’d clearly been eavesdropping. 

“Oh, my god!” Eddie exclaimed. He threw his hands up in defense. “I am not a teddy bear! I have not gone soft!”

“You sure about that?” you asked him with a giggle. 

“Who’s side are you on, here?!”

With that, things felt almost like they were back to normal. You and Gareth seemed to get along, much to the relief of Eddie, and you were laughing and smiling again. Gareth left soon after that, making Eddie promise to call him on his way out, and silence fell once again. It was almost noon when the kitchen had been cleaned up, and you and Eddie planted yourselves on the couch. 

Now that the distracting prospect of a new friend had worn off, though, your thoughts were suddenly very occupied by the fact that your life was still seemingly going to shit.

“You alright?” Eddie asked from beside you. You stayed quiet for a moment and pulled your legs underneath yourself before breaking the silence.

“I don’t have any clothes,” you said, very matter-of-factly.

“What?” Eddie asked, confused.

“All I have are these pajamas and what I wore on stage last night,” you clarified. “I have no clothes.”

“Well, you’ve got lots of clothes back at your apartment,” Eddie told you. You let out a melodramatic groan at that, dropping your head into your arms against the side of the couch. “Baby, you can’t just hide from Jessa for the rest of your life, and as much as I would love having you around all the time, I have a sinking feeling my uncle would be less than thrilled about you staying here forever. He barely has enough space as it is.”

“I know,” you whined, voice muffled by your arms against the edge of the sofa. You lifted your head just enough for you to be able to make eye contact with Eddie. “But she’s gonna walk on eggshells around me and talk to me like I’m some little kid and I really don’t want to deal with that. It makes me feel tiny and weak, and the last thing I need right now is to feel more tiny and weak than I already do.”

“That may be true, but my statement still stands,” Eddia responded, crossing his arms. “She’s your best friend. I know for a fact that she’s only looking out for you.”

You stayed put on the couch with your arms wrapped around your head. You were beginning to freeze up again, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to be able to get anywhere. Eddie was about to pick you up and move you himself before you spoke up again.

“I just need a second to figure out what the hell I’m gonna say to her,” you requested. “I need to. . . figure out what’s happening in my own head before I can deal with what’s going on in her’s.”

“Well that second can probably only last like, two days, maximum,” Eddie said. “Then Wayne’ll start getting all bitchy about it, and I really need him to like you.”

“You think he won’t like me?” you asked, panicked.

“No, no! I mean, yes! Fuck,” Eddie backtracked. “I do think that he’ll like you. He’s just a hardass and he worries about me too much and I don’t want him to think you’re, like, a bad influence on me, or something.”

“Aw, you think I’m a bad influence on you?” you asked him with an amused grin. That made him smile.

“No! I just-” he cut himself off. “Stop backing me into corners!”

You laughed at how flustered you could get him, and Eddie started to really like the idea of hearing the sound for the rest of his life. 

“Look, bad influence or not,” you said. “I’d really prefer not to meet him in my middle-school Muppet pj’s.”

“I think he’d love them, actually,” Eddie prodded you. 

“Wayne’s a Muppet guy, huh?” you inquired with a smile.

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie answered. “I had a very Muppet heavy childhood.”

“That makes sense, I think,” you said.

“I feel like I should be taking that as an insult.”

“It’s not one, I promise,” you assured him. “I mean, I’m literally covered in tiny Kermits right now.”

“Good point,” Eddie said as he got up from the couch. “Alright, I’m gonna go shower and then we can figure out how we’re gonna do this, okay?”

You nodded to him in response, and Eddie disappeared into his room. Once you heard the bathroom door shut and the water start to run, you decided to take a break from your sulking in favor of snooping through Eddie’s room.

You had never actually seen Eddie’s place before last night, and now, looking at his room with a much clearer head, it definitely lived up to what you had pictured.

Of course, his beloved guitar was displayed front and center. There were a million different posters, and a big handmade Corroded Coffin flag was pinned up among them. You wondered if he’d been the one to come up with the design of the jagged red and black lettering. 

You continued to poke around the room, though you quickly became distracted by the sight of his record collection. You began flipping through albums and, while most of what you saw seemed to be pretty in line with the sorts of things you thought you would find, there was one near the very end of the pile that caught your eye. 

You heard Eddie come back into his room just as you pulled the album out to examine it. Sure enough, your eyes did not deceive you. 

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked you with a grin. 

“I thought you said you didn’t like The Slits?” you questioned. You turned around and held up a copy of 1979’s Cut. It was one of your favorites.

“I don’t, really. It’s a little too experimental for my tastes,” Eddie said as he dug through his dresser with his back turned to you. He whipped his head around to face you with a grin. “But, come on, have you seen that cover? That alone was enough to blow my fourteen year old mind. How could I not get it?”

You hummed in agreement. You were pretty sure that seeing Viv Alberteen on that cover, coated in mud and ready to fight anyone in her way, changed your life forever.

“Y’know,” Eddie started up again. “I actually went back and listened to it again not that long ago after you mentioned them.”

“Oh, yeah?” you asked him. Eddie could see the excitement in your eyes. “What’d you think this time?”

“Still not quite my thing. I can appreciate it more now, though,” Eddie responded.

“Do you have a favorite?” you asked with a giddiness comparable to a child on Christmas morning. “Off the album?”

“What’s the one about them stealing shit?”

“Shoplifting?” you asked him. 

“Yeah, that one,” he said. “That one’s fun.”

“I can see that one being your favorite,” you agreed with a smile. 

“It really makes you feel like you're being chased down the street by a cop,” Eddie described. “Not that I would know what that’s actually like, or anything.”

“Oh no, of course not,” you said, playing into his sarcasm. “God, I wish I could scream like she can.”

“Me, too,” Eddie said. He pulled a t-shirt over his head. “What about you? What’s your favorite?”

“Ping Pong Affair,” you answered quickly. “It’s not trying to be sappy or self pitying like other breakup songs. They don’t sugarcoat any of it.”

Eddie finished getting dressed. You put the record on, though you purposefully kept the volume turned down low, and sat yourself on the edge of Eddie’s bed.

The two of you decided that you were going to give Eddie a list of things you needed for the next couple of days, and he would go over to your apartment and retrieve them. You needed your meds and some clothes, yes, but this was also going to act as an espionage mission of sorts. You were sending Eddie behind enemy lines to see where Jessa’s head was at so you could plan out your next move.

Eddie did not like this plan one bit. He didn’t like that you weren’t going to come with him (on that, you wouldn’t budge), or the fact that he felt a bit like he was walking right into the mouth of the dragon. He knew that Harriette and Jessa, while not nearly as vitriolic as Tonya, were at the very least suspicious of him, and he knew that having to tell Jessa that you were purposefully avoiding her was a possible death sentence. 

All you had to do was shoot some very potent puppy dog eyes his way and he agreed. He didn’t like it, but he agreed.

Your apartment building, though it wasn’t all that old, seemed a little bit like it was crumbling at the seams. It was in a neighborhood that even Eddie tended to avoid at night, and was pushed out into the very outskirts of Hawkins. It backed right up against a railyard, so train horns blared through all hours of the night, and there was a consistent low grumble that sounded deep through the building as the locomotives went by. You’d told Eddie that you didn’t mind the noise because it kept the rent low.

Eddie paused outside your apartment door. The fact that he was able to just waltz into the building concerned him, but that was a problem for another time. He took a breath before knocking.

It took a moment for Jessa to open the door, and she looked worse for the ware when she did. Her black curls were frizzy in the haphazard bun they were tied up in, and it looked like she’d had been crying just as much as you had. She opened the door with a look of concern, which quickly transformed into confusion when she saw that it was Eddie on the other side.

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Eddie greeted back. He felt incredibly out of place, despite having been there several times before. Jessa quickly looked down the hallway, though he was the only one standing there.

“Is she with you?” she inquired.

“No, she’s still back at mine.”

“Okay,” Jessa was clearly less than thrilled by Eddie’s answer. 

“Look, I know this is weird, but-” Eddie was interrupted.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Jessa said with a bite in her voice. “But, why are you here?”

“She wants to stay with me for a couple days,” Eddie explained.

“What?” 

“She, uh,” Eddie was hating every second of this. “I think she’s just really fucking embarrassed about everything, y’know? I mean, I don’t blame her, I would be, too, and I am, because this is kind of all my fault, and-”

“Alright, Romeo, could you just get to the point please?” Jessa asked exasperatedly. 

“She just wants you to know that she’s okay, that’s all,” Eddie said. “She’s just trying to think all of this through.”

Jessa looked at Eddie hard. It felt like being a lab specimen under a microscope. 

“You still haven’t actually answered my question,” Jessa snapped. “This conversation could have been a phone call. What are you doing here?”

“She wanted me to grab a few things for her,” Eddie explained further. He was determined not to give in to Jessa’s animosity. “Clothes, toothbrush, y’know.”

“Oh,” Jessa said. Her aggressive stance deflated a little bit. “Right, sorry. Come on in.”

Jessa moved to the side and Eddie gave her a curt nod as he passed. 

Eddie really loved your apartment, but it felt odd to be there without you. It was far from welcoming now, and the usually comforting atmosphere of incense smoke and cinnamon just gave him a headache. Puffin eyed him from the corner and gave a harsh ‘mrwrow!’ at the sight of Eddie. He made sure to work quickly in gathering up everything you’d requested; Jessa was watching his every move like a hawk and he really wanted to get the hell out of there. 

Thankfully, everything was easily found, and Eddie was able to make it through the list in just a few minutes. He did one last sweep of your room to see if there was anything he had missed, and made the executive decision to add one more thing that you hadn’t specifically asked for right on the top of the small duffle bag he’d brought. 

“Hey,” Jessa said to him just as he was going to leave. She had her arms crossed in front of her and a look on her face that made Eddie feel like he was about to be sent to detention. “Tonya’s out. For good.”

“Really?” Eddie asked.

“Mhm,” Jessa confirmed. “Harriette and I already told her, and she lost her complete and utter shit, but she’s out.”

“I’ll let her know,” Eddie said with a small smile. He turned his back once more, but-

“We want her on vocals,” Jessa added. “Lead, not just backing. If she wants to come back.”

Eddie thanked Jessa and left. 

When Eddie got back to his trailer, he found you sitting on his bed flipping through a pile of old drawings.

“Oh, god,” Eddie sighed. “Where did you even find those? I thought I hid them away forever.”

“They’re good!” you insisted.

“They absolutely are not,” he chided back as he tossed the bag onto the bed next to you. You abandoned the papers, careful to keep them from falling to the floor, and opened the bag. You couldn’t wait to get out of these goddamn pajamas.

Eddie heard a small gasp as you opened the bag.

“You brought Mr. Moo?”

The last thing that Eddie had grabbed was a small, stuffed, brown-spotted cow that you kept proudly displayed on your bed. Eddie knew you cared for it; you always made sure to carefully place him on your desk before the pair of you threw yourselves into the sheets. You would even make sure to turn him so he faced the wall, as to maintain his bovine modesty. 

“His name is Mr. Moo?” Eddie asked with a laugh. 

“Don’t make fun of him!” you said and covered his little felt ears, the tiny horns peeking out from under your hands. Eddie’s heart melted at the sight.

“I’m not making fun of him!” Eddie defended. “That’s fuckin’ adorable, actually.”

You held Mr. Moo tightly as you got up from the bed. You practically threw yourself at Eddie and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Eddie could feel the cow tucked against his shoulder and, in that moment, decided he was going to do everything in his power to keep you wrapped around him for the rest of his life.

“Does your apartment door have a deadbolt?” he asked against your hair. You turned your eyes up to his.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m buying you another one.”

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[sunskate]

nebelhorn fd---

i don't think Lilah and Lewis's Rocky program is a dance, really. the music is like a cue that symbolizes success or winning, not like they're listening and expressing the music itself. they're miming a story, which makes it more like a soundtrack, doing elements with the music playing. does the Rocky theme, Gonna Fly Now make you want to dance? this just has no substance for me

i can appreciate that they work hard, that they've improved in some ways, that they're savvy about presentation, but being rewarded with up to 9.5 in skating skills and 9.5! in composition for this program when there are teams putting real emotion and beauty, both in a dance and skating sense, on the ice just makes me queasy. sorry, i don't like being so negative, but i don't think i've ever felt this negatively about a program before

for a positive, the brand new Swedish team, Ruitan/Majorov, did so well - he's an Olympic singles skater who just switched to dance, she's only 17, and they've been training together since May. he has a ballroom flair, their programs are fun

the German team, Janse van Rensburg/Steffan- this tango works well for them - hopefully someone will put the video up. the lifts were really good. (they're a team who sometimes sorely need costume help, but this fd was fine) and all the skaters should get to bring their cocker spaniels to the kiss and cry ☺️

i really like this program for Turkkila/Versluis - it feels contemporary and kind of fresh and clean in the vocabulary of shapes and arm movements throughout but still keeps what's willowy and balletic about them

Reed/Ambrulevicius-- both their programs this year are so good- they always have their own pov, a different vibe from everyone else. i’m not sure what the hand gestures at the start are about, but i like how this FD evolves throughout, and there are these great little moments choreographed to hit on accents in the music like the transition to the spin. different costumes and hair would really add visually to this program - they need packaging that's better than ok, because what they're putting on the ice is better than that

CPom skated really well here - they got level 4s for lifts, twizzles, spin, level 2+3 for the one foot, 3+2 for the circular step - they came close to maxing their base value (considering you almost never see level 4 on steps). so the score being good but not great means the GOE and PCS were meh. i think that's why Scott was frowny in the kiss and cry and staring at the screen after the score, if i had to guess

by contrast, T/V left points on the table and still scored higher than CPom in the FD. i don’t want to see judges pushing their teams more than they deserve, but the US judge gave CPom 7.75 in skating skills, for instance, which seems like less than they deserve

this program is growing, though- both step sequences are beautiful- starting with the circular step, where you notice their speed, the program really builds to the end until the choreo slide releases the tension. i love the first spin position and how the music kind of swoons then. there are so many musical details and strong points in this program, i think it's their best yet. there were small moments where they weren't in control - like right at the start of the program, when Christina goes into a lunge, her front foot wobbled. or Anthony at the end of the 1st curve lift didn't look steady on one foot - i don't know if that gives judges reason to be iffy. but it's weird wondering if small instabilities account for the ok scores when they're so strong in much larger ways

[protemporescitor]

Spoilers Begone

With Rebirth's release mere hours away, and the increasing risk of spoilers seeping into even the most well-curated social media feed as a result, it's time to batten down the hatches. Going radio silence until March. I may visit mutuals or reply to the occasional message, but no more idle scrolling for me until well after the 29th. With that in mind, I'll leave you with some final thoughts and predictions…

On shipping vs. respecting the narrative

The shipping wars have been done to death. We all know this. Nearly three decades of pointless bickering about whether CloTi or Clerith is canon, as if that's the only thing that matters about FFVII's story.

Judging by its promotional materials, Rebirth seems to be leaning very heavily towards Clerith. However, this may yet turn out to be a red herring. We just don't know, and won't know until Square finally unveil their true intentions regarding the remake trilogy as a whole. As much as they've revealed of the game thus far, they've been equally careful to conceal their ultimate goals in creating it. In other words, right now they are playing us harder than Kojima did back when Metal Gear Solid 2 was still in development.

My own bias is towards Clerith, obviously, but… to be perfectly honest, at this point I don't give a damn whether they canonize it or not, or even if they end up going completely in the other direction. So long as these characters find some kind of happiness and closure at the end of the road, (and so long as it all makes sense for the story) I'll be satisfied. People get so caught up in all this shipping nonsense that they often forget that, at the end of the day, this element is intended to be in service of the STORY, not the other way around. I'm no exception to this.

That all being said, I'm not particularly worried about Clerith being sunk at this point. I mean, have you seen the trailers? That, plus two separate theme songs about Cloud and Aerith expressing their longing to be together? It's not hard to see where all this is going. (Also, canon or not, I'm not going to stop liking Clerith just because it gets sunk by the narrative. The fuck were you expecting?)

Obviously, I want to see as many Clerith moments as possible in Rebirth, but I don't want Square to leave CloTi fans out in the cold. I'm not that petty. That interpretation of the story clearly means a lot to a great many fans, and I believe they deserve to get their fair share, too.

To be honest, I've always thought that the remake trilogy was an opportunity to undo some of the damage that the ambiguity regarding Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith's relationships has wrought. And the simplest way to do that would be to let individual fans control how that part of the story plays out, similar to something like Mass Effect. It might not be a perfect solution (and some fans might quibble that doing so would be a cop-out from Square's "true" intentions), but at least that way, everybody gets something.

But even that, I suspect, ultimately won't fix the fandom. Which leads me to my next point…

Rebirth won't settle the love triangle debate (and neither will the trilogy's concluding act).

This is admittedly a somewhat pessimistic prediction on my part. I'm hoping that with the conclusion of the remake trilogy, maybe the fandom can grow up somewhat and that CloTi and Clerith shippers can finally bury the hatchet. But even if Square were to go so far as to include a full-blown romance, wedding, etc. for one pair or the other, even that probably won't end the debate. My suspicion is that the topic of discussion will simply shift over to arguing about what the developers' ORIGINAL intentions were, before the remake trilogy or even the compilation came to be.

Here we may observe a pair of goalposts, endlessly shifting.

Aerith will (probably) die.

Much as I would like to see Aerith survive and flourish, I find it highly doubtful that Square would leave out one of the most iconic scenes in video game history. So, at the very least, Aerith will probably "die" in some way, and her funeral scene will undoubtedly be in Rebirth in some form. I can't imagine Square retelling FFVII's story and leaving out this moment entirely. It'd be like removing the baptism scene from the Godfather.

However, something tells me Aerith won't stay gone this time around. Whether she ends up in the afterlife, or in a state of limbo, there's little doubt in my mind that she'll return for the grand finale. Furthermore, I would argue that she's already been resurrected in a meta sense. Fans who insist that Aerith needs to stay dead in order to uphold the original title's themes of loss and grieving (the ones who aren't being disingenuous and insisting on this point merely to promote CloTi, that is) are forgetting that it isn't 1997 anymore. The rules aren't the same.

That said, I do expect that Aerith will die at the end of Rebirth. "No Promises to Keep" seems to be foreshadowing as much, and it would make sense for the song to play over the end credits (intended to soften the blow, perhaps, or to tide us over until part 3), reaffirming once again that Cloud and Aerith's bond is stronger than death.

As Vera Lynn once sang: "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

In closing

The wait has been excruciating, but it's nearly at an end. We all have strong opinions on this story and these characters, so the occasional dust-up is inevitable. (I'm as guilty of that as anyone else. I can be an absolute gremlin online, I'll admit it.) But with Square's aim being to deliver a maximalist reading of FFVII's story, jam-packed with every beloved moment and quirky element of the original title dialled up to eleven, there should be plenty of content for everyone to enjoy.

So whatever differences we might have, whatever characters you choose to ship together, etc., I want to take the opportunity to wish you all well, and I sincerely hope that everyone has a great time playing Rebirth.

Signing off until March.

Cheers, -Scitor

#final fantasy vii #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii remake #prognostications

[skepticalarrie]

Hi Allie , I wasn't a fan when Louis became a judge on the x factor, but I'd love to know how you felt about that situation?! you know being a judge on a competition isn't the best thing that could happen to a member of the biggest boy band in the world. While the other boys went off and wrote and released their albums or whatever they wanted, louis stucked with Simon. This part of Louis' life always makes me very sad. And did he talk about this part of his life in the documentary?

He did not talk about that in the documentary, not many mentions of what he did between 2017-2019 besides trying to get on his feet and dealing with grief.

I think the fact he ended up there with Simon was very fucked up, I imagine there was an insane level of control there. But besides that, I actually love Louis' participation as a judge on the x-factor, I think that's one of the things he really likes about being behind the scenes, he likes finding new bands, new musicians and then somehow mentoring them and giving them opportunities. He did a lot for 1D behind the scenes, he's the one who found 5SOS, he talked about opening his own management company and now the AFH festival is exactly about that. So I think that's a major side of Louis The Boss and of what he likes to do, I wish they could have mentioned that more in the documentary. So I don't think that part of his life is sad because of that, at all. I think it sucks how much he struggled with his confidence and everything, and that's what the documentary is about. But it's obviously something he loves to do, so why imply so much shame on something that seemed to be so important for him? Niall is also doing great on The Voice now, also no shame in that.

#ask #judge louis

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

Ever since watching the second movie, a question has been burning in the back of my mind: why doesn't Tails wield chaos energy but Sonic, Knuckles and Shadow do, even though Tails has the same color-coded trail as Sonic and Knuckles? Well, my theory is that he does have the capability to wield chaos energy, he just hasn't been able to yet, and so I decided to look back on everything we know so far.

The first time we see Sonic's chaos energy building up, it was because of his pent-up anger over ten years of loneliness after losing Longclaw, and judging by Sonic's reaction after he released it in a form of an electromagnetic pulse, this is possibly also the first time it's happened in his entire life. The next two times we see Sonic's chaos energy begin fluctuating again was him being upset at Tom's decision to leave Green Hills and then later hearing Tom declare him his friend. This shows that during moments of extreme emotion, that's when Sonic generates vast amounts of chaos energy, which is shown again during his first and third fights with Knuckles and him running across the Pacific Ocean, though it seems like he's practiced controlling it before he tried stopping the bank robbers in Seattle.

The rest of Knuckles' tribe fought with weapons and armor while Knuckles currently eschews any tools other than his chaos energy, but why he's so different from his tribe remains unexplained. It doesn't seem like Knuckles inexplicably possessed it before his father and the rest of the tribe left to go fight Longclaw, but much like Sonic, he must of gained it after loss of his people truly sank in. The earliest we chronologically see him utilize his own chaos energy is actually in The Official Movie Pre-Quill in presumedly the latest of many gladiator fights against his will, and Knuckles has obviously had more practice controlling it than Sonic.

We still don't really know about this version of Shadow, but what he has in common with Sonic and Knuckles is the loss of a loved one in the past, and with him being the Ultimate Lifeform combined with his current mental state after being in a fifty year coma immediately following the loss of Maria, of course his chaos energy is going to be even more powerful.

As far as we know, Tails never had any family before; if he did, he probably would've mentioned it to Sonic while explaining how he was bullied in the past. Combined with him being the youngest and having the least self-confidence and experience of all of them, he never had anything to lose unlike the previous three; isolation is all he's ever known growing up until he discovered Sonic and compared his tails to Sonic's powers. Even without that color-coded trail, the energy blasts from his insanely powerful inventions are also color-coded to his liking, which can even be similar to Sonic's quill serving as a power source for Robotnik's Eggpod.

TL;DR - That scene in SA2 where Eggman seemingly kills Sonic and Tails beats the shit out of him? Think of that as Tails' baseball field scene. But hey, that's just a theory. A Film Theory!

That's a great theory! And it got me thinking...what do we know about Sonic and Knuckles' powers? First, It's heavily implied (if not downright confirmed) that they're connected to chaos energy in some way. They're also not something just about any anthro alien can access, Longclaw says Sonic's power is unlike anything she's ever seen, and (like you said) echidnas wouldn't rely on weapons if they shared Knuckles' abilities.

But are we really supposed to believe that Knuckles and Tails just so happened to be born with these unique powers that no one else in the universe has? That's awfully convenient and goes against the idea that Sonic's abilities are special. And that's not even counting Shadow, who couldn't have been made with the emeralds and yet seems to have the exact same powers.

Unless, Chaos Energy in the movie-verse is like the Force in Star Wars, some metaphysical energy that surrounds the universe and is connected to all living beings. Maybe, like with the Force, every creature has chaos energy, but only a select few are born with the ability to harness it. Maybe the Chaos Emeralds themselves are a concentrated form of this universal energy.

And like we know, chaos is power enriched by the heart. That's why Sonic's powers first awaken in moments of high emotion, it's why the emeralds resonate with Sonic's love for his family. To add to your theory, maybe while these people with high levels of chaos energy posess superior abilities from the get-go (speed, strength, and maybe others), the full extent of those powers of those powers have to be unlocked through extreme emotions.

So yeah! If this were the case, I can see Tails also being born with a high chaos energy level (far below Sonic and Knuckles') that manifests through the speed of his tails. He just hasn't unlocked his true potential yet, unlike the other two.

#sorry this took so long to answer it's a doozy #I've had this theory for a while #I think it explains a few things and solves some potential issues #what do you think? #as for Shadow...I have no idea how to justify it. I don't even know how he could have been made in this universe #with no chaos emeralds and all #but I trust that they'll come up with something #sonic movie #sonic 2 #sonic 3 #tails #miles tails prower #sonic movie analysis

[towlerknows]

I know we all love Ryan and Blake, but I stumbled on this 2017 interview in Variety and now I REALLY get why they're friends and why the Kelce's are all a perfect extended family.

Read the whole thing if you can, but they are all the same kind of people. The ones who take the talents they know they have and work their asses off to just be a part of the conversation and end up being brilliant at that AND so much more without ever losing who they are and their appreciation for what they have in the process.

And they don't lie about working to be broadly appealing and enjoying the trappings of celebrity, while somehow retaining their openness and innate kindness - even as people accuse them of being the opposite.

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Hollywood has been nervous about introducing same-sex couplings in superhero movies, out of fear that gargantuan tentpoles could alienate audiences in countries less tolerant of gay rights. “That’s not really a problem for us, because we were banned in China,” Reynolds notes. “We were rated ‘F–k you!’ in China.” But judging by the illegal downloads, “Deadpool” was just as popular there asanywhere else. “We might have been the first billion-dollar R-rated movie,” Reynolds muses.

In that spirit, Reynolds has big plans for Deadpool’s next act, which will shoot in 2017 for a 2018 release. (The first movie’s director, Tim Miller, left the sequel over creative differences and will be replaced by David Leitch.) “The budget is not going to be phenomenally bigger,” Reynolds says, but then takes it back. “Who knows? Maybe the budget will be bigger — anything can happen.”

He’s not worried about being typecast as a comic-book hero. “I would love to play Deadpool for as long as they would let me play Deadpool,” he says. “We have outlines and stories for a number of different films.” He envisions a standalone movie with Deadpool and Wolverine — although that’s news to Jackman.

“I’m hesitating,” says Jackman, who plans on retiring the Wolverine character this year, “because I could totally see how that’s the perfect fit. But the timing may be wrong.”

Reynolds isn’t giving up. “I have no idea if I can change his mind,” he says. “It’s the audience: I would exclusively exploit that relationship to get Hugh back for another one.”

Reynolds doesn’t act like a mega movie star. He arrives early for his photo shoot and shakes hands with members of the crew. He’s not shy about eye contact with strangers. When I start to feel carsick on the ride back to his hotel, he channels a Lamaze coach, saying, “You’re doing great.”

His compassion makes sense: He grew up in Vancouver suffering from anxiety. “I have three older brothers,” he says. “Our father was tough. He wasn’t easy on anyone. And he wasn’t easy on himself. I think the anxiety might have started there, trying to find ways to control others by trying to control myself. At the time, I never recognized that. I was just a twitchy kid.”

#swiftieverse #taylor swift #ryan reynolds #blake lively #i respect the hell out of them #and anne hathaway #keeping their hearts open #and feeling ALL the feelings for their art #and not apologizing for it #and yes sports are an art form