#like I need to understand that not every show wants to be Black Sails

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The Big Black Clover Fanfic Recommendation Post

I've been talking about making that post since forever and I think I've finally finished compiling them!

So. Grab a notepad. Take out your TBR list. Get ready to bookmark or mark for later. And let's go.

I guess I should start with a few disclaimers 🫡

I haven't read every fic out there and there are notably a few fics I know I'm going to love but haven't started yet. I think I'll update the post regularly.

The fics on this post are fics I enjoyed and remember having read. considering how many things I forget on a daily basis, it means a lot.

I have my favorite characters, tropes, and themes and this will definitely show.

I'm attempting to organize the fics in categories but ofc some shippy fics also have feels or are angsty or are fluffy, same for the AUs... An attempt is made to organize them based on the vibes I remember (I’ve read some of those literal years ago).

If you're in this post and you think I've put your fic in the wrong category: don't hesitate to reach out!

For the shippy fics, I have my favorite ships but I'm a multishipper sooooo there's that.

I'm recommending oneshots, multichaptered fics, entire AUs, series and fics that are unfinished and probably never will be. Do keep that in mind if you don't like reading abandoned works (you'll be missing out but I can understand).

Let's start! It'll be a long one.

General/Feels/Character studies

💜 Threads, Solarwitchwrites

Vanessa is a stitch witch. She is the best stitch witch of her generation, possibly in an age. But she has one power she doesn’t brag about: she can see the threads of fate that bind destined souls together. It’s rarely been useful, often it’s painful; but sometimes she gets to watch something amazing unfold.

💜 A World Without You, Acacia_May

Vanessa grows concerned for Finral when he begins to act tense and distant after they return from the Forest of Witches. In her attempts to comfort him, however, she may find some comfort of her own.

💜 Teammates, Cour104

Still adjusting to her newfound freedom after escaping from her cage and the Witch Queen, Vanessa has a nightmare. Finral is there to help her through it and remind her that she's no longer alone.

💜 You're Not Alone, IAmStoryteller

For Noelle, there has always been one person in her corner. For Mimosa, there has always been one person that made her want to be better. Noelle Silva and Mimosa Vermillion are cousins, but they are also each other’s greatest support.

💜 It Used To Be So Simple (Once Upon A Time), WildFlowerWoods

A collection of short stories about the childhoods of various Black Bulls, among other things, containing my own headcanons.

💜 fated, orphaned

Some Magic Knights are bonded by something stronger than just kinship. (Charlotte x Yami, Asta x Noelle, Nozel x Vanessa)

💜 Think about it (series), thoughtfullyrainynightmare

This is a collection of short drabbles that exist to give insight to the canon characters presented in Black Clover from my personal perspective. This is about how I see them

AUs

🩷 Black Bulls Pirate AU, Firefutte

An infamous pirate crew sails across the sea's waves. Many rumours and stories exists of this crew. Always one thing they all have in common and that's the tale describing them as chaotic, lawless and crazy hooligans in dire need of mercy from the gods. In reality they're simply living as them, chaotic, lawless and crazy hooligans they may be, but this ship's crew have found a family amongst each other in a world that denied them such comfort for years. And they would have it no other way if you asked them, such is the reality of The Black Bull.

🩷 Mimosa & Noelle Ideale AU, IAmStoryteller

Seven-year-old Noelle and Mimosa run away from home while traveling with their grandparents. Meanwhile, 16-year-old Zora is trying his very best to be a Super-Wizard and takedown corrupt Magic Knights. But one day he runs into two little girls who clearly are nobility, but also who need help. This changes everything.

🩷 Black Bulls Steampunk AU, IAmStoryteller

The Black Bulls Crew is about to officially retire from being sky pirates. After years of working together and becoming a family, they agree that it’s time for one last hurrah to prove that they are the best of the best, especially after they heard about a map for the infamous treasure of Elf King.

🩷 New World, Bulls99

Following a second devastating defeat to Vanica, Noelle expects to die peacefully - painfully, but peacefully. Instead she wakes up in a world where everything seems upside down. But how much is really different?

Romance

❤️ Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor, Supernaturalgrant

“He’s dumb as fuck.” She asserts bluntly. It surprises an honest laugh out of Nozel, which seems to amuse her slightly. “You know that, right?” “I can’t force him to be with me, Mereoleona. Even I am not that high-reaching.” He tells her honestly. Or- Fuegoleon and Nozel break up when Nozel is promoted to the Silver Eagles captain, neither of them really knows why. (Fuegoleon x Nozel)

❤️ Running Out of Time, IAmStoryteller

On the day that elves reincarnated and Zagred the Word-Devil nearly gained a physical body, something went wrong—Zora Ideale and Kirsch Vermillion wind up in a time loop. They have to relive the horrible, long day over and over again, while reluctantly working together to figure out why. (Zora x Kirsch)

❤️ The Clover Kingdom in Chaos: A Dire Tale, Mamavino

Over a month after defeating Lucius Zogratis, new troubles lie ahead. When Sol comes knocking on Yami's door in a panic because Charlotte is missing, he acts indifferent at first. But what happened after their tea-drinking date? And is it true that she has been trapped by a curse again? Yami puts every effort into finding out what happened and sets out to find Charlotte. Noelle Silva falls into a strange sleep. Rouge, Vanessa's cat, is now attached to young Silva's life. Nozel insists on having his sister in the palace. But that also means opening the doors to the Black Bulls. This will certainly provide some challenges. In addition, all the spirits are falling ill, and everyone seems to be in a total panic. Mereoleona, Asta and a small team sets out to seek out the cause and solution to all this. Is it all connected? In the library they will find help, or is it an enemy After all? (Charlotte x Yami, Nozel x Vanessa, Mereoleona x OC, Fuegoleon x OC)

❤️ Night of Vows, Vilandel

She kissed him again, more deeply this time, smiling as she felt him giving in to the kiss. As they parted, she poked his cheek and said with a smirk, “Consider this a vow I just made.” (Nozel x Vanessa)

❤️ wildest dreams (because falling's not the problem), IAmStoryteller

Yuno/Langris/Mimosa series (Yuno x Langris x Mimosa)

❤️ This Was A Mistake, JaylinnW

“You really think this will be a restful break,” the larger man grinned. “You are in for a surprise. You will not be getting much time to relax,” William opened his mouth but Yami stopped him. “I’m not talking about that, Goldie Guts.” He paused, smirking. “Well not only that. I’m talking about the fact that we brought all our idiots with us. I know my bulls- shit’s gonna hit the roof.” “It won’t be that bad I’m sure,” William moved away from his boyfriend to get up from the bed. (William x Yami, minor Nozel x Vanessa)

❤️ Masquerade, IAmStoryteller

The Masquerade Ball hadn't happened in many years in Clover, but that changes when Julius Novachrono decides that it's high time to bring back some old traditions. (Asta x Yuno, Nozel x Vanessa, Finral x Leopold, Magna x Nebra, Fragil x Luck, Zora x Kirsch, Letoile x Gordon, Gauche x Grey, Rill x Charmy)

❤️ Green, Pink, and Grayscale, juviin

Soulmates are a thing of the past, or at least, they should be. So why does the youngest child of the royal Silva family see no colors? (Asta x Noelle)

❤️ Now All My Dreams are Melting on the Asphalt in the Heat, IAmStoryteller

Vanessa Enoteca, the lead singer and guitarist of the Punk band Arresting Dark Weave, is asked by her mentor/friend/first love Yami Sukehiro, the lead guitarist of The Black Bulls, to compose songs for his and Charlotte Roselei’s wedding. Except, she has got to work with Charlotte’s friend Nozel Silva, the First Seat Cello Player of the Clover Kingdom Baroque Orchestra, who just so happens to a composer. Can Vanessa and Nozel create some amazing songs for the Yami/Charlotte wedding in time? Or will it go up in smoke? (Nozel x Vanessa)

❤️ MUSIC CONNECTS ALL, UNLESS IT'S OFF BEAT, orphaned

In Noelle's defense, it was all Kahono's fault. Noelle so happens to be listening to Kahono's rant before she gets into this entire complicated situation that had just happened, (fuck fate, by the way), and now she had dug a hole too deep to get out of. Who the hell was Tchaikovsky, what the hell was a quarter note, and why are there eighty–eight keys on a piano? To think it just started with a simple walk on the beach. (Kahono x Noelle)

❤️ Children of the Future, LightNova

When Yami and Charlotte had been summoned to see the Wizard king they had not been expecting to find out they had a 19 year old daughter from the future! Nor had they been expecting even more children from the future to appear in their world shortly after her. Just what was going on, and who was sending them here and why? (Charlotte x Yami, Finral x Vanessa, Zora x Nebra, Gauche x Grey, Fuegoleon x OC, William x OC, Julius x OC, Yuno x OC, Asta x Noelle)

❤️ I'll Be Home for Christmas, HotaruGFC (JaclynGFC)

Charlotte gets an invitation to a wedding, and she can't go alone. (Charlotte x Yami)

❤️ Oh What Am I Supposed to Do Without You?, Supernaturalgrant

“Mercury poisoning.” The silence that follows Owen's statement is deafening. The occupants of the room share looks of utter confusion. “That’s like saying Fuegoleon has third-degree burns from that cool ass fire arm situation he has going on.” Yami’s the first to break it. Or: Nozel is diagnosed with mercury poisoning and forced to give his magic up until the can find a cure. Chaos ensues. (Fuegoleon x Nozel)

❤️ Paper Hearts, KaLolasFantasyWorld

Helena Drazel is a twenty five year old Royal from Diamond Kingdom. She's a charming and cheerful woman, ready to leave the sheltered embrace of her family's estate. Her mother previously a Clover citizen and an old friend of late Acier Silva, gets her daughter an invitation to study healing magic in the Capital. Because of that friendship Helena is placed under the care of Royal House of Silva. However the siblings, especially the eldest Nozel, are not so fond of her at the beginning. (Nozel x OC)

❤️ Boys will be Embarrassing, loafingdragon, subtleassiduities

A series of stories documenting Fuegoleon and Nozel's totally-not-gay-completely-serious very-manly escapades over the years. (Fuegoleon x Nozel)

❤️ Damn Eyes, musicalinny

The first time their eyes met he doesn't notice that he actually gave a damn. (Zora x Nebra)

❤️ (Not) At first sight, BBRosenfeld

Finesse is bethrothed to the son of the Vaude family, and she doesn't really mind. However, she was not expecting how much he'd grow on her. (Finral x Finesse)

Fluffy, Funny, Fix-it

💚 Flower Crowns, Angeliccharizard

During an off day, Asta decides it's a great idea to bring a devil to a church

💚 Owen vs The Black Bulls, WildflowerWoods

Owen has seen a lot in his time as a doctor in the magic knights infirmary, even more since his promotion to head of the royal infirmary, overseeing both the magic knights and ordinary patients. he has dealt with his fair share of stubborn visitors, people hiding injuries and patients trying to escape out the window—Lord Julius himself was a common offender for the last of those—but even treating Mereoleona Vermillion's self-inflicted burns was better than the Black Bulls. There was nothing that could have prepared Owen for the Black Bulls.

💚 Why Asta (and Liebe) are Banned From the Kitchen, Bluemeanies

After Yami's katana becomes Demon Slicer and joins Asta's grimoire, Asta and Liebe start looking for other things that could be good anti-magic weapons. Liebe might be taking the concept a little too far.

💚 Early Black Bulls (series), Acacia_May

Early Black Bulls Days

💚 An Impossible Decision, MysticalShizz

Mereoleona’s head pops into view, first taking in you, then turning to observe the small girl perched on your hip. Her look of confusion slowly morphs into disbelief, then into incredulity. “Did … Darling. Did you steal the Silva’s youngest child?”  Fix-It fic where Mereoleona and spouse reader adopt Noelle.

💚 Ghosts, IAmStoryteller

Julius has a bit of a secret. He can see ghosts of his dear departed friends.

💚 Doggy Days, Undefeated_Lionmess

Yami sends Vanessa, Finral, and Charmy to explore a dungeon. Only two of them come back still human. Finral supposes he’s had worse days.

💚 That One Time When Julius Was Late, wintermelon_soldier

"We're late... again," Marx said with a worried expression. "Don't worry, Marx. I'm sure everything is just f-" The Magic Emperor pushed both doors open hoping to greet the Captains only to be welcomed by a vast wasteland. The conference room where it once stood is replaced by a large, empty landmass with no trees or building in sight. "W-what in the world is happening?" Marx cried at his mentor.

💚 The Vice-Captains of the Magic Knights (series), IAmStoryteller

The Vice-Captains of the Magic Knights series

💚 Teenagers, Kaitouahiru

Yami was going to talk to Julius about the recruitable age of Magic Knights. Make no mistake, Yami did not care that fifteen year olds were being put in dangerous or life threatening situations. He didn’t care that they could be drafted to go to war if the situation called for it. He cared that almost none of these brats knew how to do basic home skills.

💚 faith bleeds through the cracks, TellNearaToWrite

Yami knew three things. First, that being a squad captain was shaping up to be a lot like fatherhood, and second, he was definitely not cut out for that shit. Third. Well. Julius had a lot to answer for, that was for sure. The least he could do was help a bit.

Angst!

🧡 Geranium, Azuvist

The flowers in Yami's lungs never really stopped growing. (Yami x William)

🧡 Black Clover: The Blood of Fate, ChanceQueen

In a dark alternate universe of the clover kingdom, there is one question that no one ever wanted to ask, let alone know the answer to. A question that wraps its claws around you, ripping scars that cannot be seen and will never heal. What if Vanessa had never manifested the red thread of fate?

🧡 Megicula's Curse by MaryJoeycoco

After everything, the Black Bulls thought they were safe. They thought Noelle took care of the devil Megicula. They soon realize how wrong they were. Now it's up to Asta to save her but he soon realizes how his feelings change about Noelle through the nightmare land. (Asta x Noelle)

The Silva Fics™

Yes, they get their own category. It's the birb siblings. They deserve it.

💙 Artifice, subtleassiduities

When a retrieval mission traps Nozel with a dangerous and powerful artifact, Nebra and Solid struggle to find help before time runs out for him. But their attempts are thwarted by a widespread, rapidly progressing phenomenon: Everybody in the Clover Kingdom is forgetting about Nozel Silva. Their only choice is to depend on one another-- and Noelle, the only other person who can hold onto a memory of their dear brother. Their rescue mission forces them to face their own memories, twisted against them in ways they may not be able to overcome.

💙 Casa Silva, Mouxe (SPANISH)

Conjunto de historias que comenzo para mostrar la relacion de Acier Silva con sus hijos durante la infancia pero termino convirtiendose en relatos de la relacion de los hermanos silva.

💙 Lay Beside Me, Under Wicked Sky, Avacelt

Noelle leaves, and the chips fall where they do. [Silva family!fic, post-canon]

💙 The Boy Who Played with Water, BeamMeUpCas

Nozel only becomes aware of the extreme lengths his siblings were going to torment their youngest when Nebra, of all people, appears sweaty and disheveled in his office, stuttering and stammering about how Solid has Noelle trapped in a water bubble in the rose garden and she isn't moving Or: Solid nearly drowns Noelle. Nozel flips his shit and becomes the halfway decent big brother he was meant to be.

💙 My Father Told Me (series), succulentsunrise

My Father Told Me is a series, which attempts to understand the effects that the Silva parents must have had on their children, and how the age gaps and personalities between the children themselves affected their relationships.

💙 Make an Effort, IAmStoryteller

Solid isn’t very nice or kind or gentle. He knows this, but when he is hit with the realization that Nozel and Nebra might not know that he loves them, he sets out to show his love and appreciation for his two older siblings. And maybe, extend an olive brand or two…

💙 What Yami Saw by BeamMeUpCas

Nozel needs a favor. Yami will maybe not hold it over his head for all eternity but he'll take great delight in letting Nozel think he will.

#black clover #fic rec #massive post

[sailorsally]

the problem with every show is that they are not Black Sails.

#and that is fine #like I need to understand that not every show wants to be Black Sails #some shows need to be silly and just for enjoyment so they don't need to take up 90% or viewer's brain capacity #but my adhd brain goes 'how is it fun then?' #and valid tbh

[0oolookitsme]

New Year and Another Year of Us

Type- Fake Insta ;)

Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!Y/n

Warnings- None, just fluff <3

Description- Just a compilation of events that take place on days around the New Year told through pictures, captions, and comments :)

A/n- Didn't feel motivated to write but still wanted to post something related to New Year's eve, so here we are... hope you like it <3

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YourBestie The chaotic day of baking before New Year's Eve is depicted very well, innit? PS- You all know who made that Harry cookie ...cookierry ? ( @Y/Ig/n )

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HsFan1 Please I'm dying to know how tf she managed to make it so perfect

ConanGray Oooh these look yummy... not gonna ask me to come over?

Y/nFan1 She never fails to show off her creativity lmaoo

SamSmith @Y/Ig/n come over you need to make one for me too.

↳Y/Ig/N Book a taxi, a flight, and another taxi for me, and your wish shall be fulfilled.

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HarryStyles Both of us got separated and guess who had a pizza with good wine while another had plastic cut-outs and beer... Yeah.

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TaylorSwift Look at you talking all you want but still not appreciating the lights-decoration.

TaylorFan1 He's either actually drunk or Anne took the picture.

Y/Ig/n Wait we are posing the same...

LuckyBlueSmith He seriously didn't let me finish my drink until we found @Y/Ig/n

↳ HarryStyles thanks for exposing me, my dear 'friend'

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Y/Ig/n Happy New Year, everyone. Happy Three Years of being with me, @HarryStyles. You're a lucky one 🖤

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Lizzo They are my babies, no one touch them.

Y/nFan2 I can't even see her face still I'm saying she's so pretty

Y/nFan5 We all know she denied Harry when he came to her with this selfie idea but had to say yes when he emotionally blackmailed her lmao

↳Y/Ig/n you understand me pretty well, I see.

HarryStyles Photo and first pic dress credits to her but pose and idea credits to me :)

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HarryStyles Happy New Year's Eve!! And, Happy Third Anniversary of letting me cling to you, @Y/Ig/n 🤍

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Y/nforeva She using black hearts and he's using white hearts... they are always gonna be shipped together like black and white, ah.

↳NiallHoran I'm seriously dedicating Black and White to them.

GemmaStyles She is beauty we are world-class, everyone.

Y/Ig/n Okay I look young but pretty too... Also, your photography skills have improved scarily well

↳HarryStyles You always look pretty and awh thank you

NickGrimshaw Why is this so aesthetically pleasing?

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YourMother My ship is sailing and I'm loving every second of it.

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Y/nFan3 Y/n and her mum are literal opposites when it comes to making statements in front of public lmao

Anne Send me a copy of this, I need to put it in the photo album!

Y/nFan5 YAS WE ARE SLAYING MA'AM

HarryStyles Thank you for being our biggest shippers @Anne @YourMother <3

Y/Ig/n This is such a cute pic!

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #model!harry #harry styles concept #harry styles fake instagram concept

[raparopa]

a/n: @mischiefmanaged71 @crazyhorseforgot

warnings: Language, Squaller!OC

pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x OC!Dasha Romanov

summary: There is clearly an understatement between Nikolai and his childhood friend. But who knew that things could get even worse when the sun shines on the horizon?

gold and silver

part one. about meetings

I looked at the stars. Silver jewels scattered over the blue velvet of the night sky - this was the sky above the sea, in which I spent almost all my time. And yet, accepting Nikolai's invitation was one of the best decisions of my life.

I have found a new family. Tolya and Tamar turned out to be some of the most incredible people I have ever met. Such a connection was for me...not new... The fact is that I myself experience such a connection, the only thing I do not know for one hundred percent is whether it is mutual.

During the time spent side by side on the ship, next to Sturmhond, I realized that I love Nikolai. And every day this feeling only intensified. I looked at him and tried to figure out if his feelings were similar to mine, or if Nikolai was acting like a little stinging fox as usual. But there was something in his actions, looks, words that made me suspect that we had a good chance.

We became much closer than in our youth, we were two parts of one whole, we were those who cannot live without each other. We never said anything that could indicate our feelings for each other. I don't know if it was necessary at this time? I did not want to destroy that wonderful peace between me and Nikolai, which we have been building and restoring for many years, and now we support it.

Each time, Tamar said with a cheerful smile how Nikolai's heart was beating, as soon as he thought of me. But how was I to know if she was joking or not? You can't tell these twins.

A cool sea breeze blew into my face. I smiled, twisting it with my fingers into a small whirlwind and letting it float through the water. But from the other side of the ship there were conversations. And several voices were clearly unfamiliar to me. I frowned and pushed off the deck with my hands, striding confidently there to understand what was happening. I don’t know what was going on, but my gut told me that something was going on that I obviously didn’t like. Because of this, the wind increased, rose, crashing into the sails.

I went to the other side of the deck and saw Tolya, Tamar and two strangers at the gangway. One of them was a tall, strong guy, next to him was a short girl with long, black hair. They talked about something very tensely.

-What's going on?-I shouted to be heard. All pairs of eyes immediately stared at me and at my menacing face.

-Dasha!- Tolya greeted joyfully, waving his hand to me. -We have unexpected passengers here,-he pointed to a couple of strangers.

-Yes, they want to charter our ship,- Tamar continued, showing me a gold hairpin that sparkled in the moonlight. -We need to take them to the captain. How is he? In what mood? - She smiled strangely at me.

I was embarrassed, but did not show it, only raising my eyebrows.

-As usual, in good health,-I said, folding my arms over my chest and carefully looking at the strangers. -Good, -I nodded. -Tolya?

He nodded to me.

-Take them to the captain.

It seemed to me that the issue was resolved, but then soldiers of the First Army appeared from the darkness.

-You! Stop!- the old man in military uniform croaked.

- Do you want a fight? Huh?-Tamar said menacingly, pulling out her axe.

-This man is a deserter, he must be with us!- the old man continued.

-Is that so?- Tamar continued caustically. I rolled my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. -They want a fight!- she roared, causing everyone who was carrying bags on deck to grab their weapons.

-Oh, Saints, help me...- I said to myself, mentally dreaming how I would conduct a conversation with them, and how I would ask Nikolai to give them a couple of diplomacy lessons.

-I don't want to aggravate the conflict with Shu Han...

It was a mistake. Mistake old man in uniform. Tolya took up the sword.

-We are not Shu Han,-Yul-Bataar said, approaching his sister. -We are on our own.

-Save your bullets for the war, and tell your soldiers to know their place.- I barked belligerently, stepping onto the gangplank. I was rather tired of this situation, and I wanted to exhale as soon as possible and calmly sail away. Both my words and my old caftan, with which I did not dare to part after the Second Army, were clearly a weighty argument. Ravka's soldiers retreated.

Strangers boarded.

They looked rumpled, but they were very smart. I slowly examined them from head to toe, trying to isolate at least something that could help me find out more information about them, but I did not find anything strange or unusual.

-We’ll go to the captain,- I said slowly and low, when Tolya and Tamar appeared behind me. - He will give his final verdict.

The guy jerked his shoulder in annoyance, glaring at me angrily, but I didn't care.

-Let's go. -I passed by, heading straight into the hall to Nikolai.

I physically felt the tension that was in the air. No one dared to utter a word, I think the twins and I looked menacing, so the strangers were silent.

Nobody ever tried to charter our ship, it was the first time, but it was...interesting.

We approached the doors when Tolya opened them.

-Captain,- he turned to Nikolai, going inside. -They want to charter our ship.

- And immediately. - Some unprecedented courage suddenly woke up in the boy. We were also in the room.

-We need to sail now!- the girl also flushed, stubbornly following her companion.

Nikolai chuckled.

-Let's get two things straight,- he braced his hands on the table. -I'm not given orders on my own ship.- His face immediately became tense.

It was always amazing how he switched from one state to another so quickly.

- And we're already sailing. Glad you joined. And now, maybe add some light to the cabin, - I frowned, not understanding what he was talking about. - Since you, Alina Starkov. Saint on twenty million kruge.

These words hung in the air like a thick fog. My face stretched in surprise, I felt something rising in my stomach. That was the last thing I expected to hear tonight, I would have been prepared for anything but this. I looked first at Alina, then at her companion, and in the end my eyes fixed on Nikolai, as if demanding an answer from him.

How did he know? How does he know the price for this girl? Why didn't he say anything to me... That is, to us.

Lantsov quickly shot his eyes in my direction, and again turned to the newcomers. He pulled a revolver out of its holster and placed it meaningfully on the table.

-Alive or dead.- His voice became low and almost menacing as she looked at Alina.

What the hell...

-It’s silly to play up, Starkov, you are a Sun Summoner,-Nikolai continued.

In surprise, I even had to lean my hand against the wall as thoughts raced feverishly through my aching head. I looked at Tolya, but judging by his expression, he was also, to put it mildly, shocked. We both stood with him, behind Alina Starkov's back, like fools, the only ones who didn't understand what the hell was going on.

-Yes, you are right,- Alina threw belligerently, throwing up her hands, from which light immediately escaped.

Nikolai whistled.

-Not bad,- he shook his head, with a meaningful smile. - I'm hard to impress.

But Sun Summoner clearly did not share Nikolai's fun.

-Let us go,- she hissed, -Or lose twenty million kruge and the ship. Her threats looked a little funny. No matter how saintly Alina was, she did not seem to me an experienced fighter, rather a chaotic bundle of energy.

The light burned in Alina's hands, like a real, living flame of light. I myself did not understand how I took a step forward, how my fingers froze in signs that they could summon a hurricane. But I was gently pulled by the shoulder.

-Don’t, Dasha,- Tolya whispered to me. -Don’t jump to conclusions, Romanov. We can always get into a fight. Where is your diplomacy?

I glared at him, reluctantly admitting that he was right.

-Let you,- Nikolai got up from his chair at the table. -You can sentence us to death in the sea desert,- he went to the table, pouring some amber alcohol into a crystal glass. - Please note that we are already far from the shore. Besides, I won't hand you over to the Fjordans.

-Really? -Alina immediately stopped releasing light from her palms.

-Yes, Saints forbid,- Nikolai simply threw, realizing in a moment that he had blurted out. -Or is it indecent to say this in front of a living saint?- He turned to me in a rhetorical question. I tilted my head, pursing my lips.

They continued talking, but the words slipped past me. The only thing I heard was Nikolai's cute tone when he spoke to Alina. I still tried furiously to grab at least one word of their conversation, but I couldn't. For some reason, I felt betrayed. Did Nikolai not trust me so much that he could not devote to his ingenious plan to "capture" the Sun Summoner? Am I not the kind of person he can share everything with? He knows that I will always be by his side.

I looked at Nicholai. I felt offended. I felt selfish. Why was my chest so empty? Why, as soon as Alina Starkov stepped on board, did it hurt so much?

Maybe I did something wrong, since Nikolai no longer trusts me? Did I say something that made him doubt me?

Someone touched my shoulder, and only then did I wake up.

Tolya looked at me with regret, nodding in the direction of the exit. Of course, damn it, he heard my heart. I quickly gathered myself together, gave him a forced smile and nodded, following him and our "guests" to show them their sleeping quarters.

-No, no, no,- we were all immediately interrupted by the voice of Nikolai. We turned to look at him at once. - You, - he pointed to me. - Dasha, stay for a minute. -he asked, trying not to smile.

Tolya smiled slyly at me and led the passengers out of the cabin. I carefully closed the door, turning to look at him.

- Nikolai. - I said evenly, straightening my back, and folding my hands behind my back, raising my eyes with an effort to look at him...

He finally allowed himself a wide smile as he walked up to me, taking my hand and leading me forward through the cabin.

- Nikolai, if you want to talk, then speak. - Sharper than you wanted, I said.

-What's the matter?- he asked softly, his blue eyes sparkling charmingly, the way he always did when he wanted to get something.

I exhaled heavily, disengaging from his grip and rubbing my wrists.

This gesture obviously did not please him. He stopped smiling.

- Dasha, what happened? Any problems?

I looked at him from under my brows.

-Well,- I began hard. -Tell me, Nikolai, do you trust me?- I decided to come from afar.

He opened his eyes in surprise.

-Of course I trust you. More than anyone, you know it дорогая. Ever since you didn't tell your nanny my name as a kid when she asked about the stolen cakes. -he said, grabbing my hand again. Those words made me smile faintly.

-Remember that?- he chuckled. -I remember well how you…

-...Saved your ass for the first time? Yes, such things are not forgotten, Nikolai. - I continued for him, forcing the prince to roll his eyes jokingly. -But... It's different. Why didn't you tell me about Alina Starkov? - I finally asked. -Do you think, - I swallowed a lump in my throat from the weight of my own words. - Do you think that I cannot help you? It was possible to devote, at least in general, to your incredible plan. - I turned up my nose.

Nicholai sighed softly.

-Everything had to be as natural as possible. No one should have suspected anything, Alina Starkov in particular. No, of course, I don’t doubt your acting skills, Romanov, but I already walked on the edge of a knife.- He said as his hands let go of my palms, gently wrapping around my waist. - I didn't know it would hurt you so much. I didn't think about your feelings, my mistake.

He shook her head. - Excuse me. - He looked into my eyes, and some mischievous sparks sparkled in his eyes. - Can you forgive me?- he smiled.

I closed my eyes.

-Promise to continue to share such things with me, Nikolai.- I asked quietly, blowing off the hair that had fallen on my face.

-I promise if you let me offer you a worthy apology. -He ran his fingers along my cheek.

Saints. Are my assumptions correct? Could it be that the connection I felt was shared by Nikolai?

-Watching what you mean? -Oh, dear Nikolai, don't think that I'll give you up so easily. - Everyone can say big words.

If I don't drive you crazy, Nikolai Lantsov, no one can do it.

#shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #shadow and bone season two #nikolai lantsov x oc #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #mal oretsev #tamar kir bataar #tolya yul bataar

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

marauders x maneskin songs

Regulus & James

(specific parts for each one of them):

Regulus:

È una bambina però sente come un peso

E prima o poi si spezzerà

La gente dirà, "Non vale niente"

Non riesce neanche a uscire da una misera porta

translation:

( She's just a kid, but she feels something weighing on her

And sooner or later she'll break

And people will say "she's worth nothing

She can't even walk out of a miserable door")

Ma Coraline non vuole mangiare, no

Sì, Coraline vorrebbe sparire

E Coraline piange

Coraline ha l'ansia

Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell'acqua

E forse il mare è dentro di lei

translation

(But Coraline doesn't want to eat, no

Yes, Coraline would rather disappear

And Coraline cries

Coraline has anxiety

Coraline is longing for the sea, but is afraid of the water

And maybe the sea is inside her)

James:

Coraline bella come il sole

Guerriera dal cuore zelante

Capelli come rose rosse

Preziosi quei fili di rame, amore, portali da me

Se senti campane cantare

Vedrai Coraline che piange

Che prende il dolore degli altri

E poi lo porta dentro lei

translation:

(Coraline, as beautiful as the sun

Warrior with a zealous heart

Hair like red roses

Those precious copper strings, my love, bring them to me

If you hear bells singing

You'll see Coraline crying

Taking in other people's pain

And then carry it within her)

jegulus:

Sarò il fuoco ed il freddo

Riparo d'inverno

Sarò ciò che respiri

Capirò cos'hai dentro

E sarò l'acqua da bere

Il significato del bene

Sarò anche un soldato

O la luce di sera

E in cambio non chiedo niente

Soltanto un sorriso

Ogni tua piccola lacrima è oceano sopra al mio viso

E in cambio non chiedo niente

Solo un po' di tempo

Sarò vessillo, scudo

O la tua spada d'argento

translation:

(I'll be the fire and the cold

A winter shelter

I'll be what you breathe

I'll understand what you hold inside

And I'll be the water you drink

The meaning of good

I'll even be a soldier

Or a light in the evening

I ask for nothing in return

Just a smile

Every little tear of yours is an ocean on my face

And I ask for nothing in return

Just a little time

I'll be a battle banner, a shield

Or your silver sword)

Sirius

specific parts translation:

I hear a thousand voices speaking, but I don't hear what they're saying

I look in the mirror and I imagine to be in a circus

On a merry-go-round of happiness and I don't want to get off of it

Even if I'm not having fun anymore

Sometimes I feel like a miracle and sometimes ridiculous

Then I lose my mind in a second, but don't go tell it around

I'm out of myself

............

I've been preparing my waltz with the devil

Since I was a child

You can call me crazy, bastard, insane

I'll toast over it with wine

I’m only 20 Therefore don’t be surprised if I make drama from nothing I’m afraid of leaving only money to the world For my name to disappear between those of all the others But I’m only 20 And I already ask forgiveness for the mistakes that I committed But the road is tougher when you’re aiming for the sky So choose the things that are really important Choose love or diamonds Demons or saints

Marlene:

Marlena, win over this evening Take everything that you might need and be sincere Open the sail, come on, travel lightly Show beauty to this people

Marlena, win over this night Strip black Take everything that you might need and be sincere Open the sail Come on, travel lightly Show beauty to this people and I

Remus

They don't know what I'm talking about Clothes are dirty, bro, of mud Cig's yellow in between the fingers I'm walking with a cig Pardon me, but I really do believe That I can make this jump And even if the street is uphill I'm training for this now

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #merodeadores #sirius black #starchaser #james x regulus #remus lupin #sunseeker #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #maneskin #headcanon #marauders incorrect quotes #marauders headcanon #marauders songs

[sabakos]

In all seriousness, I feel like the reason Tumblr is harder to use is that this website is both decentralized and anonymous.

Most other decentralized platforms, like Facebook or Twitter or Instagram are personal, most people use their real name, or least a persistent identity across platforms, so new people can connect directly with other people they already know from other places. If the platform wants to make it easier for them, they just need to use the information that the user has already given them to predict who to connect them with.

Most other anonymous platforms, like Reddit, or 4chan, or old-school internet forums are centralized - although most people who use them generally adopt a persona that's disconnected from real life, it doesn't matter, because new people go to a centralized place to find any dedicated subject they have an interest in. If the platform wants to make it easier for them, they just need to make the platform easier to navigate.

Other platforms that are both decentralized and anonymous, like Discord, are also difficult to use in the same way that Tumblr is; you mostly need to build your own network through people you know through the platform itself.

But Discord has the advantage of being parasitic on other platforms; it filled a gap that many other communities on other platforms lacked by providing an isolated groupchat that was better than all the alternatives, so it was able to draw people away from other sites, and get them to the point where they can find other Discords mostly through Discord if they choose to. Discord also benefits from a slightly higher level of centralization due to its structure; since Discord is centered around servers rather than users, joining someone's Discord server potentially connects you directly to all the other people on that server.

On Tumblr, the structure works against this, a passive user who does no other work on their own except posting must rely on someone following them and then also reblogging their posts in order to connect with the other person's connections. This is a structural issue, and the ship has sailed on groupchats, almost everyone here just kept using discord or went there anyway, because the solution was never to do exactly what someone else could do unless you could do it better.

But this is still ultimately the same problem that every other platform must solve in their own way, whether decentralized or centralized, anonymous or personal: how to connect other users with each other.

To solve this problem, there are two paths, only one of which you may take, the path of darkness and the path of light:

The path of light is the one that leads people and helps them to find their way more easily, so they may see each other better, a path which is transparent about whatever aid it lends to them, so that they may understand it clearly enough to make their own choices for the future. This path is hard to find but easy to walk, because you must discover how to treat them as better versions of what they already are to show them how they could be, but the more they learn, the more you can step back, as they will know themselves better than you do.

The path of darkness is the one that lures people in to rob them of their sight and takes away their freedom, which puts them in a black box where they stumble around in the darkness, inside of which you control who and what they find, and from which you can insure they will never escape. This path is easy to find but hard to walk, because you can draw in the worst of them as they already are and distract them with cheap tricks to trap them inside, but the more they forget, the more you must know them better than they know themselves.

What this means is that there's no way to implement an "algorithm" on any social media platform that works effectively unless you collect a massive amount of data on your users and constantly tweak it so that it functions properly, because once you've trapped them, you can't rely on the captive puppets you've molded your users into to do anything but what you make them do. Tumblr staff is neither evil nor competent enough to execute what an algorithm requires effectively.

But Tumblr has built a website full of people who were willing to put up with their polite incompetence in exchange for more control over their own experience, this stubborn userbase is the only unique asset this platform actually has, and so it's the only asset that they could ever make use of, though they've never learned how. If Tumblr wants to survive, they need to figure out a transparent way to make their site easier and better to use without taking away control for their users, and either draw in users who are compatible with the userbase they already have while preventing that current group from leaving, or convince more of the people they have that this place is something that's worth paying for.

If Tumblr can't or won't do this, begging for more subscriptions won't help, and the investors they're swindling will only be both rich and gullible for so long. I hope they choose a different path, but if not, at least the problem will always still be out there for whoever is foolish or brave enough to try making a website like this after it's gone.

#if anyone gets mad at me for appropriating the dead sea scrolls im printing it out and framing it #tumblr meta #long post

[shade-pup-cub]

Febuwhump 2024, Day 5: Legend & Warriors - Rope Burns

Fandom: LOZ/Linked Universe

With memories haunting his dreams, Legend goes for a needed walk that leads him to the ocean. His Mer curse was wanting to be used, but when Warriors comes looking for him, it isn't only Legend who has eyes on the Captain. Sirens lurked just under the surface.

CW: slight blood, minor injuries, mild language (its Legend... its gonna happen)

Just like the rest of the Chain, Legend had secrets. They had only recently found out about Wolfie being Twilight, though he already knew. Only Twilight and Sky knew of his pink rabbit form, but no one knew of the curse laid on him and it was itching to be used.

He kept away from water for a reason, grumbling every time someone splashed him. It wasn’t what he turned into that he hated, it was the transformation part itself. It was painful in a way that only the Old Man and Twilight would understand.

They had once again landed in another unknown era between heroes and they guessed this one was right after the flood that Wind talked about since there seemed to only be clusters of islands all around, no civilization to be seen.

Legend had woken from his restless sleep that was filled with dreams of a girl with red hair and a voice that was so sweet. There was no going back to sleep when she showed up in his dreams, so he stood quietly to make his way to the person on watch.

Warriors gave a small smile as he approached. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope. I’m going to go for a walk, clear my head.”

The Captain’s brow furrowed with worry at that. “Need some company? My shift ends in less than an hour.”

“I’m a big boy, Cap. I can handle a simple walk by myself.”

“Legend.”

“Warriors.”

“If you aren’t back in an hour, I’m going to come looking for you.”

Legend waved him off as he made his way through the entanglement of bodies that were still asleep.

Wind was Starfished partly on Sky, who was smiling in his sleep, Sail Cloth tucked under his chin. Four and Hyrule were still back to back where Legend had left them. He had been on the other side of Hyrule to make sure the young teen knew that he was safe as he slept.

On the other side of camp, Time was laid on his back, Wild under his right arm and the blue tunic secured in his fist. Twilight- Wolfie at the moment- was draped over Wild’s legs and hip. The group had found out the hard way that Wild sleepwalks and he had gotten into some dangerous situations while doing so. Thus Twilight and Time made it their duty to keep him where he slept.

Legend fondly shook his head, though he would never admit to caring about this group of crazy heroes. Caring meant attachment. Attachment meant parting. Parting meant pain. Legend had too much of that in his life already, he didn’t want it with his companions.

Breaking through the treeline he took a deep breath of the salt in the air. The sand was not normal to him or the others since it was black sand and when it was stepped on near the water, it glowed in blue and purples with micro life. Where there was such beauty, there was always danger.

He walked the shore, past a few rock formations that stuck out into the water. He chose to go further down the coast where a cavern was visible due to the low tide. Looking around one more time to make sure no one had followed him, he took off his tunic, cap and boots, leaving him in his shorts. The water was warm to his surprise and he allowed himself to enjoy it, a purr like humm leaving his chest.

With some hesitation, he sat in the deepest part of the water that still hid him behind the rocks. He bit the inside of his palm when the curse took hold. The transformation of two legs becoming one tail and fins was the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. Bones were broken and reformed, scales grew out of the thick skin. Gills formed and opened up along his ribs while his hands became webbed. His eyes were a bit fogged from the protective film over them, but it would clear when he went under water.

Everything about him was dramatic and beautiful. The gold and pinks with an accent of black shimmered in the water and he admired his long flowy tail once the pain subsided.

Not even thinking about how long he had been gone, he froze in fear when he heard Warriors calling out his name.

“Legend? Leg?”

He sat up in the water that came up to his chest, debating on swimming a little ways out or crawling back onto the sand. Going back on to the sand would give him his legs back, but with the cost of a pain. No doubt Warriors would hear that.

“Vet, where did you go?” Warriors was getting too close.

There was a splash in the water that caught Legend’s attention since there hadn’t been any disturbances since he left camp. It clearly held Warriors attention too as Legend peeked around the rocks to see what it was. Warriors walked out to the tip of the rock formation, peering into the water curiously as he went to one knee.

Black, long, silky hair was seen first, then the pale skin. The voice of the person was hypnotic and loring as they sang. A hand from under the water came up to touch Warriors cheek, brushing hair back from his eyes.

‘How is it that everywhere we go, this dumb Pretty Boy attracts-’ Legend cut off his thoughts. That wasn’t just a woman in the water…

“WARS, NO!” Legend hollered out to warn the other, but Warriors was too far gone into the spell of the Siren that now had her lips to the Captains.

Effortlessly, Wars was pulled into the rising water by slender arms around his neck and Legend knew how these things ended. He wasn’t going to let one of his bro- fellow heroes be another victim to the creatures lurking below.

He pushed off the rocks to get into deeper water, wishing he had done it sooner or just agreed to the company in the first place so this would have been prevented. Submerged fully, he kicked his tail to propel him to the depths where Warriors was being dragged down to. The fact that there were six Sirens all twirling around Wars didn’t falter him and neither did the fang filled mouths or the hisses that greeted him.

Two of the Sirens, each carrying a single head spear, screeched in a high frequency before moving in to attack the invading hero. Weaponless, Legend dove deeper, hoping to swim under all the action before rocketing up, snatching Warriors and getting the hell out of the infested waters. Of course that is not what happened.

Instead, a spear was launched towards him at frightening speed, clipping his side. Red mixed with blue water, but he didn’t have time to think about it as the Siren who cut him was gaining on him. He looked to the spear that was sticking up from the sand below. Legend raced for it, gills rapidly drawing in water for the oxygen needed.

Both hands gripping the thick spear, he spun around, swiping the first monster away. The second one didn’t have time to slow down and he used that to his advantage. He thrusted the spear upwards, impaling the second Siren through the chest.

The first one grabbed the end of the spear, then Legend’s arm. He gave a swift punch to the nose and used his tail to batter it away. His spear thoroughly stuck, he tried to pry the dying Siren’s weapon from its hand with no luck. Gnashing teen headed for his neck, he pivoted the spear he was still fighting for to the side, catching the original bastard like he had with the other.

A split second thought of twisted humor came to mind, ‘Looks like Wild’s fish skewers.’ The sound of clicks and whistles brought him back to reality though.

There were four more of those monsters swirling around Warriors as he stayed under their charm, all trying to get him to their nest, wherever that was. Legend was going to have to play this carefully. Sirens needed a fresh kill to feed off of and every time they kissed Wars, it was a breath of air to his lungs and caused him to be paralyzed by the spell. Take that away at the wrong time and he was going to drown.

Stick to the plan.

Legend used the ocean’s sandy floor for cover, stirring it up into a murky mess. He pushed off the sandy floor, dodging the Sirens and grabbed Warriors under his arms. He could see the light from the moon dancing on the surface of the water, heart hopeful that he was about to breach with the Captain in tow.

Claws dug into the meat of his tail, opening it up some for the salt water to pour into. He screamed and wished he could join the bubbles upwards that left him. Another set of claws grabbed his largest fin, slicing it into two sections. That would cause a problem with swimming.

The other two Sirens had swam above the heroes and Legend looked around for anything of use. He should have thought about it sooner, but he hadn’t. Warriors never went anywhere without his sword that was currently strapped to his back. Legend pulled it and tried to push the Captain out of harm's way towards the surface. A part of him almost begged that one of the Sirens would take him again if it meant he was given air. And one of them did.

Sword in hand, Legend curled back downwards and the blade caught the nearest Siren across the face, making it bellow in pain, but also made it let go. One attacked from behind, jolting him forward and it latched its teeth onto his shoulder like the Zoras in his era always tried to do when he got near or in the rivers. He angled the sword over his shoulder, praying he didn’t stab himself as he thrusted the sword through the Siren’s skull.

The one that he got across the face was back with two ropes in hand, one tossed to the one Siren that wasn’t “attending” to Warriors, who hadn’t moved a muscle in nearly ten minutes. Dodging the attempts to be roped, Legend kept charging the two creatures. When he would, that one would flee, the other rounding around his backside.

He lunged one more time, sword oh so close to evening the numbers, but he had gotten ahead of himself. The one behind him slammed into his back and wrapped its rope around his hips, pulling it tight before getting out of range of the sword that whipped around.

Legend roared in anger, eyes locking with the monster in front of him. He raised the sword up to cut the rope, but he dropped it due to the second rope wrapping around his throat. His hands automatically went to grapple with the newest one as he began being pulled backwards away from Warriors. He could still breath nearly perfectly with the ropes where they were since his gills weren’t interfered with, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable or difficult.

A flash of blue in the corner of his vision and he saw the lone Siren pulling Warriors into the darkness of the ocean. Panic and determination swirled in his veins, pumping adrenaline through him. He pulled against his foes with no care to the ropes digging into his skin, making it raw. He could care later for the rope burns, they had stocked up on poisons before the last portal appeared. He could care for all of his injuries once Warriors was back on dry land and these things were killed for targeting him in the first place.

The ropes were pulled taunt, now cutting deep into his skin to the point that he was sure that his skin would break and bleed. He still didn’t care, he needed to get to Wars, but the more he fought the further that seemed to get. He reached one last time towards the fading image of blue and tan, but it disappeared. Desperately he pulled more, black dots filling the outer parts of his vision.

He finally let his body go limp, giving the rope some slack. He floated there for a moment, bringing back his sight and oxygen rich blood to his brain. Though he floated, he never let go of the rope that was in his left hand at his neck. He kept his eyes mostly closed as the Sirens swam closer, most likely seeing if he was still alive.

A shadow passed over him, halting in front of his face and a clawed cold hand tilted his head from side to side. A few clicks that were moving away told him it was time. He moved quickly to wrap the ropes in both hands as he looped the section between his hands around the leaving Siren’s neck. His gills were on his ribs, but theirs were right below their ears, allowing him to effectively strangulate the monster.

Legend was pulled through the water as the Siren thrashed to get free. It tried to plow him into the underwater rock formations, drag him through the sand to disorient him, but he was relentless on his hold and his mission to get Warriors back. Who knew what was happening to him.

‘Oh look, sword!’ he thought as he was dragged across the sand next to it. Reaching a hand out he gripped the hilt, running the blade clean through between the shoulder blades in front of him. He never liked stabbing anything in the back, but Warriors was about to be out of time.

Getting a good breath in, sword still in hand, he followed the trail of bubbles, sand and the hint of blood. In this form, he was able to track the blood trail no matter how diluted it was. There was only one issue, his tail fins had holes torn into them from the fight. This was going to slow him down, reducing the clock for Wars even more.

“Fuck it!” Legend hollered at himself. He had been through worse, dealt with worse and made it, damn it! This was not going to cost a person's life. No matter how annoying and egotistical and stubborn Warriors was because Legend deep down cared and loved each and every one of those dumbass heroes that he has been so lucky to call his brothers!

He moved through the water like an apex predator hunting down its prey. He took in the scent of the blood trail through his gills, turning right, then left, diving under the reef's arch, another left then dove deeper down to where the water was darkest. There the nest laid and Warriors was about to be the sacrifice.

With rage and no plan, he pushed himself harder than ever, gaining speeds and ground. Seeing the one he had fought earlier protecting the other who was still dragging Warriors, Legend didn’t waste a second thought on barreling into it. The Siren seemed surprised by this and moved to get away, but Legend had no mercy to give it as he pierced the monster in the upper gut, knowing that was a slow way to go.

The final one that had taken part in the attack on the Captain looked back at him and dumped Warriors. Legend smirked, but it didn’t last long as he saw Warriors begin to wake from his spell. Legend swam to him, covering his mouth and nose so he wouldn’t take in water.

Wars first reaction was to fight, but Legend didn’t let go. “Hey, Cap, it’s me. It’s Legend. You’re safe now, but I need to get you to the surface. Do you understand?”

Warriors looked him over and nodded.

“Hang on to me.” After sheathing the borrowed sword, Legend gave him what would normally be a hug, letting the others arms go around his neck. Warriors could swim, but not as fast as Legend even with a damaged tail. He kept in the hiss from the tunic Warriors worn rubbing up against the damaged skin from the rope.

He made the turns to get back to where he had been, but with Warriors, who was bigger than him normally, he was weighed down. His muscles burned from the exertion to save the others' life before he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. That was approaching quickly as Warriors audibly struggled with spasming lungs that were in dire need of air.

“Hold on! We are almost there!”

Warriors let out a stream of bubbles and went limp in his arms, eyes rolling back.

“Cap? Stay with me!”

Seeing the moonlight on the water, Legend kicked his tail back and forth as hard as he could, begging for it to be enough. Breaching the surface, Legend turned Warriors still limp body around so they were back to chest. He looked for land, smiling from ear to ear when he recognized the island they had been on, fire in the distance. They had drifted a small distance closer than this nightmare had started.

Legend kept both arms around Warriors chest, only using his tail to make it to shore. The panic had truly set in as Warriors head lulled to the side, but not into the water speeding past them. Legend cupped the other man’s chin, redirecting it so he could breathe, only Warriors wasn’t breathing.

The landscape and the water no longer held the same beauty, nor did it call to Legend in the way it had when the curse was itching to be used. It was only hidden dangers that he couldn’t see.

The sharp rocks met him first, cutting his skin as the waves of high tide pushed and pulled them against the rocks. He struggled to keep Wars head up as another wave crashed over them, then threatened to rip the Captain from him. It was like the ocean was helping the Sirens to bring the nearly lost soul back to them.

He firmly gripped a rock that was almost out of arm's reach and used the incoming wave to surge them both forward. He tried to ignore the all-consuming pain as he pulled him and Wars up onto the sand, last rock carving a wound through his left set of gills, but he couldn’t as a scream was torn from his throat, tears falling from his eyes without permission to do so.

They finally made it to the shore, to the warm sand that changed colors when touched. To the sand that was now packing into his bleeding flesh. He let out another holler as he gave a last effort to pull Warriors up next to him. He placed a hand over Warriors mouth and nose-

“Cap?” Legend’s throat was raw and hoarse. He laid his head on the other’s chest to listen for any sign of life. Nothing. “Warriors, buddy, I need you to breathe.” He raked his knuckles over the too still of a sternum, trying to stimulate him to breathe.

“Shit. Shit! ” He hit Wars chest, nothing. Camp was in earshot surely and if he remembered correctly, Twilight was on third shift. “Help! Someone help!”

Legend would have done CPR, but he was beyond exhausted, unable to get up onto his hand and would be knees and still had too much water covering him to transform back. Though it was a curse, it was still magic. Magic that would drain him fully and not be able to call to anyone that was looking for them if he went back to his normal form, so he kept hit against Warriors chest over and over again, begging him out loud to wake up.

He didn’t hesitate to blow air into the others airways as he grew desperate. He would never forgive himself if Warriors died because of some dumb secret that the others wouldn’t have minded. He was just too stubborn and untrusting, yet Warriors had shown him full trust since the beginning.

Another breath.

Hit to the chest.

Another struggling breath.

Weaker hit to the chest. Legend was fading.

Warriors coughed, spewing water from his mouth. Legend let out a relieved sob, rolling Warriors to his side as best as he could.

In the distance were two figures that Legend could just make out as Wolfie and Time. “Over here!!” He felt the adrenaline dropping, darkness calling to him. He let out a soft, “Over here…”, placing a protective arm over Wars, then drifted to the sound of the waves and the warmth of the sand.

They were safe. Him and his brother were safe.

#ao3 writer #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump #linked universe #hero of legend #hero of warriors #lu legend #lu warriors

[literaryspinster]

I’m on ch 3 of your limoreau fic and I’m struggling a bit with the decision to make Powerlad racist, why does every story about Black people have to involve racism as a plot device?

I don’t believe it does. I just made that specific choice because one of the big themes of that story (and The Boys itself) is toxic celebrity culture, and I wanted to convey that theme in a way that felt somewhat high stakes without getting into big conspiracy territory or putting Marie through what Starlight went through (or any other sort of physical violence).

A privileged celebrity having their problematic nature exposed, only for their fans and those in power to go out of their way to protect them, often at the expense of the less protected people in their orbit, is something I’ve witnessed online multiple times, and as a Black woman it’s exhausting to see. I can only imagine what that’s like for those more directly affected. That’s kind of what I wanted to explore with that plotline.

I also don’t think racism is a thing that just exists in media to make Black people feel like they can never escape it. It’s an actual part of our lives. I’ve been disrespected and hurt on account of my race, and while the fact that that’s happened doesn’t define me, or even figure into my day to day life as much as it once did, it is something I’ve felt the need to grapple with in various ways, including through writing. I also address queerphobia and sexism but racism is what I feel the most equipped to unpack because it’s what I’ve dealt with the most in my interactions with people (I’m a part of the queer community but quite straight-presenting, and am not a part of a profession or lifestyle that’s heavily associated with men or manliness, so sexism isn’t something I tend to feel on a visceral level).

Furthermore, I believe racism is one of the ‘isms that speculative fiction actually tends to be the shyest about. I’ve watched plenty of mainstream content where sexism is addressed repeatedly, meanwhile race is never commented on in any way in spite of the cast of characters being racially diverse (The Beauty and the Beast remake is the example that stands out the most to me). Or I’ve seen white women dealing with sexism and only Black men dealing with racism while the Black women in the story are just kind of there (i.e. Outlander, a show I could not finish in spite of all of the praise it received). Or some entirely fictional creature or concept is meant as the stand in for racism. I understand wanting to read about different things, but I do believe that there’s a middle ground between making our stories entirely about race and just pretending that it doesn’t exist.

All that being said. Fanfic is meant for escapism, I get that. I wasn’t trying to make anyone feel annoyed or let down or anything like that, I was just doing what I always do when I’m writing a fanfic that’s not a complete AU, playing in someone else’s sandbox with someone else’s toys. The Boys is all about satirizing topics like public bigotry (and yeah, it’s a Gen V fic but the point of it was to imagine them in The Seven so therefore on The Boys). I’m not always a fan of how they go about it, but I do appreciate its point of view a fair amount more than something like South Park, or even the show’s own source material. I doubt I would have stuck with it for three seasons if that wasn’t the case. So when writing for a show that frequently lampoons racists and other types of ridiculous people, the decisions made with Powerlad came pretty naturally. If I’d known I’d be disappointing people to this degree (you aren’t the first to comment on this) then I would have maybe gone in a different direction. To be honest the criticism has taken the wind out of my sails a bit.

In spite of everything, the rest of the story is planned out and partially written. Even though the fandom is understandably in a bad place right now, I hope the way everything plays out feels rewarding to people who choose to finish.

#limoreau #gen v #the boys #marie moreau #i didn’t mean to write a whole novel 😅 #fanfic

[smokeybrandreviews]

Incorrect

Pardon this deluge of Star Wars content but Ahsoka has me reeling. Episode five really recontextualized so much about the Clone Wars (and the prequels, themselves), it’s incredibly difficult not to reexamine my previous perceptions of that part of the mythos. The realization that the Jedi Order effectively sent children to their deaths, that they gave actual teenagers command of entire clone units, is absolutely horrifying to properly understand. Sure, when it’s a cartoon, it’s all in good fun. But seeing all that carnage in live action, teenage Ahsoka standing there next to Hayden’s Anakin? That was a lot. The realization that Ahsoka Tano, one of the most powerful Jedi, trained by THE most powerful Jedi, is little more than a weapon to be used for some Republic trade dispute, is so goddamn bleak, I can’t stand it. Coming to terms with the sheer brutality thrust upon Tano, and every other Padawan at the time, is something which has skewed the very morality of the Jedi for me. I can’t see these cats as the “good guys” anymore. How can they be? The Jedi Council committed war crimes! Like, they’re no better than the Sith in that regard and that’s so weird to say out loud. I grew up with the OG trilogy so, for me, there was a stark delineation between Jedi and Sith. Luke and Obi-Wan were Jedi. Upstanding, wise, and compassionate. Good guys. Vader and Palpatine were Sith; Straight up space fascists with anger problems and a mean-streak that could destroy planets. Bad guys. There was a quaint black and white to the dynamic of the galaxy far, far, away. After that episode of Ahsoka, the child soldier thing paints the Jedi just as atrocious. Sending children to die strictly for Republic interests, is the worst kind of imperialism. It’s staggering to me that more people don’t see that. If the Jedi judged sending children to war morally correct, how can you trust that judgment? How can you not question every choice they ever made? Hoe can you not question their treatment of Anakin?

Anakin mentioned to Ahsoka that he was trained to be a peacekeeper but was he really? I mean, Obi-wan probably did his best to bring the kid up properly but let’s be honest; That was a losing fight. Qui-Gon plucked Anakin from a planet where he spent the first eleven years of his life as a proper slave. No one knows what little Annie endured during that time. Tatooine was a hellscape of violence and depravity, ruled over by the Hutts. This crime family had free range on that planet, a fact the Republic turned a blind eye toward until they needed an alliance against the Trade Federation. How f*cked up is that? Anakin wanted off of that world so bad, he wanted to be free, and he believed from the bottom of his heart, that the Jedi would deliver he and his mother from bondage. But, when Jedi actually show up, it’s not as liberators but as middlemen. F*cking negotiators on behalf of the government, trying to cut a deal with the crime boss who allowed the cruelty of slavery to ensnare Anakin. On a whim, he catches Qui-Gon's interest and they take Anakin. Alone. They left his mother in bondage and at the mercy of that debauched world. They don't even send anyone for her because that's not the Jedi way. Emotional attachments lead to the Dark Side, so sayeth the wise and moral Jedi Code.

They fly to Courasant on the promise Anakin will become a Jedi, himself, probably in hopes of gaining enough power to free his still enslaved mother, only to be dismissed as too old by the Council. Because he was too old for the indoctrination. Those first eleven years of a Jedi’s “training” are for severing the emotional bonds which make you human. It’s for “teaching” you how to suppress your emotions because, again, according to the Jedi, emotions are bad. Anakin, already wildly powerful in the Force, couldn’t be brainwashed into a Jedi zombie because that ship had chronologically sailed. He knew his mother. He was very attached to her. He was quietly crushing on Padme. It was far too late to install those mental blocks of control. But, Qui-Gon being Qui-Gon, opted to train Annie anyway. Until he was murdered by a Sith Lord the Council refused to acknowledge as real. So it fell on Obi-Wan to do the job, even though there was a very strong chance that the eleven year old Anakin was just as powerful as he was. Kid was set in his ways and probably wildly traumatized from a life of bondage. Doesn’t help that, during a crucial time in his adolescent life, a f*cking cold war started and Anakin spent his teenage years “peace keeping” throughout the galaxy at the behest of the Republic; Not at all the enforcers for a government so corrupt, an entire Sith Lord had risen through its ranks like it was nothing.

A decade of this sh*t later and Anakin gets promoted to Jedi Knight out of reluctant desperation, forgoing the actual trials necessary to test the mettle of his character, because the cold war he grew up in got real hot, real fast. So now he’s one of the preeminent muscle men of the Republic and, arguably, their best weapon to boot. The Council recognizes this and instead of getting him the, you know, counseling needed to deal with that life long trauma, they saddled Anakin with a Padawan who is just as precocious as he was. Now, don’t misunderstand me. Ahsoka was good for Anakin. She forced him to mature and become more than just “The Chosen One.” Dude had to set an example for his kid sister and he did just that. But then she walked away from all of that Jedi nonsense, disillusioned and conflicted, much like her Master. He tried to get her to stay, pleading with her on behalf of the Council, but if we’re being honest, that was just Anakin trying to convince himself that Ahsoka wasn’t right to leave. That was Anakin trying to convince himself to stay in the Order. That Dooku wasn’t right. That Palpatine wasn’t right. The brainwashing didn’t take. He was too old. The trials were skipped. He wasn’t tested. Anakin Skywalker, the slave plucked from the Syndicate planet, Tatooine, thrust into the world of space wizards, political espionage, backdoor dealings, and war, at the age of eleven. Expected to be some grand savior of a cosmic unknown, never fully trusted or accepted by his peers. He was rejected by his heroes, had his father figured killed by a maniac, and then became a glorified goon for a Republic that had no qualms with sending people to die over trade tariffs. And you wonder why he fell.

We didn't get to seem eleven year old Anakin on missions. We didn't get to see teenage Anakin slaughtering across the galaxy in the name of keeping the Republic's definition of peace. There isn't a movie for that. But I did see a teenage Ahsoka, standing next to her adult Master, in the middle of an active battlefield and that f*cked me up. She was a child. A teenager, sure, but a child nonetheless. And Anakin was even younger than that! Seriously, let's not mince words here, Anakin Skywalker has been in the field with Obi-Wan Kenobi since he was probably twelve or thirteen years old. It's canon that Anakin is one of the best duelists in history. You don't get that food from practice. You get that good practically, out of necessity. That's how Ahsoka became as skilled as she did and Anakin is even moreso. If the two mirror each other, as they very obviously do, that means Sky Guy was just as honed and sharpened to be a soldier, as Tano was. Only Anakin was honest about it to his Padawan where as Obi-Wan, and the greater Jedi Order, were not. They sold Anakin a lie, preyed on his youth and immaturity, ignore his pain and vulnerability, then went full shocked Pikachu when he turned up to slaughter all of the Younglings. Like, What the f*ck did you expect to happen? You turned the most powerful Jedi to ever live, a slave for the first decade of his life, and instead of showing this kid compassion and patience, you thrust him into a cold war as an enforcer for ideals he can't possibly understand. You let his mom die, tell him he can't love his wife, and chase away his little sister even after proving her innocence. Anakin had a choice, of course. We all do. But, if we're being honest, from his perspective, knowing the life he has led, how is the Jedi Council any better than Palpatine's Galactic Empire? What;s the difference between a absolutist regime who sends children to the front lines of war “in the name of peace”and an intergalactic fascists state?

#Star Wars #Lucasfilm #Anakin SKywalker #Darth Vader #Ahsoka #Star Wars: Ahsoka

[gonzo-rella]

Imagine: Reuniting With Izzy Hands On The Revenge (And The Crew Finding Out About Your Past)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (implied romantic; possibly platonic)

Warnings: References to (non-real) minor violence and vomiting, swearing. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: It took me way too long to get around to watching the gay pirate show (in full, at least). I watched the first four episodes ages ago, then spent ages avoiding the show for reasons I don’t really understand. I may or may not have spent a couple of months reading Izzy x reader stuff, which means that I may or may not have developed a fondness for this man prior to me fully watching the show. I had a semi-fleshed-out idea as to the reader and Iz’s backstory, but you can think of your own for this one (I’m trying to cut down on exposition in my reader-insert stuff, especially my imagines and ficlets, which I now realise is an ironic thing to say because of how long this A/N is). Feel free to ask me about said idea, though. [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

You’d (narrowly) managed to avoid him in Spanish Jackie’z. 

Only Lucius noticed that you’d seemingly returned from checking on the hostage, only back away from the bar with wide eyes. He just assumed you were avoiding the conflict between Izzy and Stede (after all, that’s what he was the most focused on).

It wasn’t until Izzy locked eyes with you for the first time that Lucius realised that something was up.

“L/N.” Izzy hesitated.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if only you had picked up on the fact that he was caught off guard. To anyone who didn’t know him like you did, one would have thought he had been expecting you.

You cleared your throat. Your heart hammered with every step he took towards you.

“Alright, Iz?”

Your voice still trembled.

Several confused stares heated up your face. Your eyes darted around to your crewmates until your gaze finally met Izzy’s once again.

“So, how’d you end up with this lot, then?” he sneered. He gestured vaguely to your crewmates.

If they weren’t so awestruck by the presence of Blackbeard and his first mate on board (and somewhat intimidated by them), you were certain they would have protested against the insult beyond muttering amongst themselves. You suspected some of them hadn’t realised they were being insulted.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” you argued. 

The confidence of your words was somewhat betrayed by the fact you looked a bit like you wanted nothing more than to lean over the side of the ship and empty the contents of your stomach into the ocean, or, at the very least, scurry below deck and quiver in one of the ship’s dark crevices.

A mocking laugh escaped him in the form of a hum and exhale. The corners of his lips almost twitched into a smirk.

“I don’t know about you, but I’d say going from Blackbeard’s crew to sailing with the fancy man who ran his own fucking ship aground’s a bit of a downgrade.”

You ignored Lucius’ incredulous whisper of, “You sailed with Blackbeard?”

The crew’s eyes were as wide as yours had been when you saw Izzy at the Republic of Pirates. It was a fair reaction, you supposed. You hadn’t protested against Black Pete’s tales of his days of sailing with Blackbeard, at least no more than the others had. For all you had revealed about your history and your past crews, the name ‘Blackbeard’ had never rolled off your tongue.

You took in a deep breath. Exhaling, you forced a smile. Your cheeks felt as if Izzy had just ran the blade of his sword along the contours of your face. He faltered in that moment, knitting his brows.

“It’s nice to see you too, Iz.”

#izzy hands x reader #izzy x reader #izzy hands #our flag means death x reader #our flag means death #ofmd x reader #ofmd #lucius spriggs #stede bonnet #blackbeard #x reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader

[crepuscularqueens]

restraining myself to just a few and feel free to only talk about one, buuuut can i hear about black sails time loop, marvel diner/college football au and/or galley in the morning pweeeaase

yes!!!!!!! of course you can thank you so much!!!! you know how much i love to ramble about my silly wips (a lot more than uh. actually working on them lmao)

so black sails time loop is basically silver realizes when he's taking flint to thomas in the end that not only has he done this all before over and over, but flint has realized/remembered as well (silver always starts to catch on at the very latest mid season three, this is the first time flint has "woken up", so to speak

"Why now?" Silver asked, his voice breaking, desperate, "Why are you saying this now, why have you remained silent every time? If this time you knew earlier-"

"How many times did you try to tell me when I could not see? How many times did you tell Madi?" Flint asked him in return, not quite a challenge.

In truth, there had been many rounds that he had attempted to enlighten them. We have been here before, we will be thrown right back here again. I cannot figure out how to stop it. I'm sorry. He can't stop it, and he isn't able to change his path, because he can only remember as far as they've come until he is able to convince Flint to come with him. Then the end lays itself so clearly before him.

"Every time we arrive at this point," he said in place of a direct reply, "I cannot seem to change that, try as I might. Do you know where I end? The cliff where you taught me. After I leave you, I go back to Madi, desperate to have her understand. She sends me away and I go there. When she finds me there, I never get to hear what she has to say. I'm sent back to our beginning, forced to slowly wake up to this reality, to slowly remember how it has all happened before."

John Silver closed his eyes, weary, let his head fall back against the wooden planks with a dull thud, "Every action I take I remember as I do it that I've done so a thousand times before and dread that I will a thousand times again. Just once I would like to hear what it is that she had found me to say."

There is a silence that follows and John does not open his eyes. He does not want to know how the other man is looking at him, whether it's with anger or with disgust or worst of all with pity.

"Whatever is doing this, when do you imagine it will be satisfied?" Flint asked him, not sounding as though he was expecting a real answer.

"Do you imagine it's a higher power we've found ourselves at the mercy of?"

"Why, what do you believe is the cause of this?"

"Maybe that's all there is. Maybe that's all we are, a story told over and over again, some cautionary tale or horrible tragedy. Forced to go through the same motions over and over again, only minute details ever changing. If all I've ever done is this, and all I am ever going to do is repeat it until the end of time, how is it that I could imagine there exists anything else?"

marvel diner/college football au is sam and steve on a college football team and also working at sam's family's diner, and bucky is steve's best friend with a terrible attitude that starts coming in during shifts that sam is working without steve and sitting in a corner booth and staring like a freak. for hours. and sam pretends to be bothered by it but obviously is starting to get a stupid crush. and then bucky starts showing up to their practices just to sit in the bleachers with nat and watch despite clearly knowing nothing ¬ caring about football. (problem with writing this is that's also my thoughts on football lmao)

“Did he bother you?”

“He just sits there and stares at me, Romanoff. He’ll only speak full sentences to Steve, I don’t know why he keeps coming in here when it’s not even Steve’s shift.”

“Maybe you need to try being a little friendlier?” she asked, “Have you tried talking to him?”

“No, I just thought I’d glare at him from behind the counter and he could glare at me from over there in his booth, and we could just quietly hate each other when Steve wasn’t looking,” Sam replied sarcastically.

Nat rolled her eyes and grabbed the milkshake off the counter, neatly sliding off her stool and walking over to the guy. Figures she would go over and make nice with the guy he was bitching about. She had zero loyalty.

“You mind if I sit with you?” he heard Natasha ask sweetly, heard the tone of Bucky's quiet affirmative reply then saw Nat slide happily into the seat opposite Bucky.

He couldn’t eavesdrop on them, a group of stoner frat boys came in and Sam was the only one on shift at the moment seeing as it was the slow part of the day, so he grabbed a bunch of menus and let them choose their booth. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Natasha, it was just that he’d known her since high school and knew she could be a devious little thing, so therefore he didn’t trust Natasha. He had no clue what her motivations were for making nice with Bucky. He swept by the booth with Bucky and Nat, who were now deep in conversation while he let the other group decide what they wanted to order. Sam refilled Bucky’s coffee mug, and gave Natasha a stern look that he knew was only going to serve to egg her on.

“Can I get the two of you anything else?” he asked, keeping his tone polite to prove to Natasha he wasn’t the problem here.

“An order of fries would be great, thanks,” Natasha told him, smiling in her crooked little way.

He looked at Bucky, waiting for him to respond patiently.

“Yeah, fries sound fine.”

It was the most he’d heard Bucky say since the whole tuna melt incident

galley in the morning is a continuation of this ofmd fic, and tbh i might as well go and post it at this point bc i don't think it was going anywhere past what i did with it. its vaguely set in season 1 and basically, stede goes into the galley the rest of the crew is having breakfast and he asks roach to make him a pot of tea to bring back to his quarters. he didn’t sleep well bc ed had been making a habit of sleeping in the same bunk as stede but didn't the night before. he says this without thinking of the implications and the whole crew zeroes in on this extremely juicy piece of gossip.

"Sorry, were we all meant to be aware of-"

“So, just for clarity’s sake, it wasn’t a one off, then?” Lucius interrupted Frenchie, brow slightly furrowed but tone was his usual set of flippant-casual that he kept assuring them wasn’t sarcasm, “You and Blackbeard have made a habit of, uh, sleeping together?”

Stede’s mouth fell open, then snapped back shut, thinking on it for a moment, all too aware of the watchful sets of eyes on him, eager for an answer, “Well, if you put it like that, I suppose not.”

“Now, when you say… ‘sleeping together’…” Pete said, trailing off before he could elaborate on that unfinished thought.

Lucius put a hand on the man’s shoulder, shaking his head, and the simple act of casual intimacy opened within Stede this bottomless pit of want, of utterly consuming yearning, feeling like it could devour his very soul. Not jealousy to be in the place of either Lucius or Pete in that moment, but to simply be capable of that type of casual physical intimacy, of the depth behind it, knowing what the two of them have together.

#ask #apatheticjoy #xoxoxo tysm jo!!! these are actually fun ones maybe i can actually get them finished #mine

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @sardonic-the-writer.

Want one? Here’s more info 🦋🌈  

𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘! Both chaotic and enthusiastic, you two would live a life of adventure and fun. He would feel odd not having you by his side, like a part of him is missing. Your souls are somehow entwined, like two sides of the same coin, or thread knitted together. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・His signature show of affection is running the back of his pointer finger down the slop of your nose. 

・Of course you share a cabin on the Black Pearl (when you ... have the Black Pearl). You like to decorate it, and Jack has just learnt to let you

・Whenever you get hurt, that’s the only time you’ll see Jack serious. He will literally tear the world apart just to find you. So when you’ve got a wound, he’ll go crazy on the person who did it

・Calls you ‘love’, ‘pet’, ‘twinkle toes,’ ‘pretty eyes’. He loves making things up on the spot

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Barracuda by Heart

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Chaotic Dumbass Duo / Similar Personalities 

・Always Hold Grudges (Jack) x Forgives Too Easily (You)

・Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Jack)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Soulmates

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your loyalty, fun-loving attitude and love for freedom. He needs someone who understands his love for not only sailing, but piracy. It’s freedom, but also ... taking your life into your own hands. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Would be Gibbs, Ragetti and Pintel. Gibs would be great at understanding you, even when you don’t fully understand yourself. Ragetti and Pintel would be so entertaining that you’d like hanging out with them, even if they were your enemies at one point in time. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

To me you seem like a mix of Jack, Ragetti and Elizabeth. You have this chaotic, enthusiastic and curious energy about you. I love it! You’re seem so fun, but a tad unsure of yourself. Don’t ever feel like you’re too much for someone, you’re amazing!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

In this universe fantasy and fiction collide. Although the animals cannot talk, there are fantasy creatures that lie in this world. So your pet is a dolphin (an already incredibly smart creature) who will somehow find you no matter where you are. It’s incredible actually, and it utterly freaks Jack out. 

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓! I just think you two would have such chaotic energy - but like ... manic behaviour? You would be so fun together, and poor Guillermo, running after you two. At least you don’t make as much of a mess as Nandor. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Nandor is constantly humming or saying things underneath his breath, Sometimes you have no idea how he’s survived for so long because there is not an ounce of self preservation in him

・Going along with each other’s crazy ideas - Guillermo is the voice of reason, so you can be as insane as you want

・Nandor would buy you incredibly expensive jewellery, and find (more like make Guillermo find) first editions of your favourite books. He would literally make a library for you filled with every book there is (Guillermo ... builds the library)

・Loves your brain and is constantly asking you questions. He wants your opinion on everything; something that he hasn’t experienced with other lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I’m Kissing You by Des’ree

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Height Difference

・Pair of walking disasters who cannot function without the other 

・ Madly In Love (Nandor) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You) - when you first meet each other. 

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Menaces To Society

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

You let Nandor be ... Nandor. You don’t try to change him, to make him ‘better’. You’re happy being yourself with him. But also, you do make him a tad more self-aware (because he listens to you and only you). 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Nadja, she would do wonders for your confidence. But also indulge in your fantasies and chaos. Not once judging you for your choices. She would support you in anything as well. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix between Jenna and Nandor; able to have fun, but also still learning about the world and what it has to offer. You’re, I guess, learning your place in the world. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

I just imagine you having pets that are so vicious and possessive of you but you’re kinda like a ray of sunshine? Like I can imagine someone coming to your house with Nandor, thinking they’re going to meet this absolutely terrifying vampire, and who has these goddamn hellhounds for pets. But then they meet you and you’re so ... full of life???

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏! She’s chaotic by nature, but also self-aware and very intelligent. I think she would hate you at first - or pretend to hate you. Your cheerful and energetic attitude would ‘annoy’ her. But you would grow on her, not even meaning to. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Will only share her inner feelings with you. Everyone sees this once angry woman, who was traumatised and tortured by the Capitol. But you see what’s underneath all that. 

・From enemies, to friends, to lovers. She found a safe place with you. 

・Her pet name for you is your last name. She used to say it in a mocking tone, but now she says it with love and affection in her tone. 

・Her love language is quality time and acts of service. She’s a bit hesitant with the whole physical touch thing - until she felt safe with you. Then she kisses you everyday and loves to cuddle (she loves being the little spoon but don’t tell anyone)

・Moving in together was a big step in your relationship; one that no one really saw coming. You live in a house that is nothing like the Capitol; it’s more of a cottage. One that is close enough to civilisation but far enough that you don’t have neighbours

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Style by Ryan Adams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Hates Reading (Johanna) x Lives For Reading (You)

・Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll, Could Kill You (You) x Looks Like They Could Kill You, Is A Cinnamon Roll (Johanna)

・Teases Them (You) x About To End Them (Johanna)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your excitement and hope for life. You might not think it, but you bring so much to Johanna’s life. She feels so ... wrong inside, but somehow you’re able to help her fix the puzzle inside her. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Finnick; he would absolutely love your energy. Your honesty, how forthright you are. He would seek you out when he’s having a hard day, just sitting with you and Johanna. Of course, she would make a snarky remark but you would always counteract it with something positive. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix between Finnick, Haymitch and Effie. You have this effervescent energy. So lively and at times, lawless. I see you as a person who doesn’t like rules (or the ‘rules’ that neurotypicals have created). You’re unique, joyful and ... so alive. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You found him one afternoon on your walks with Johanna (she hated going outside, but you made her everyday). It was on the start of her healing journey, and then you found a stray. This starving mutt who came to you so humbly. You couldn’t deny him. But ... him was actually a her, and she had a litter of pups that she showed you the next day. (You seem like the type of person who animals feel safe with). 

#match ups #pair ups #pirates of the caribbean pair ups #pirates of the caribbean match ups #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows pair ups #what we do in the shadows match ups #the hunger games #the hunger games match ups #the hunger games pair ups #witch the writer

[antipatriarchyaurora]

Abortion As A Medical Right

So many pro-choice arguments focus on the economics of abortion rather than the mother’s health. Without first establishing the dangers of pregnancy, all pro-choice arguments fall apart, which is why I felt so compelled to write this post. Abortion is more than just women’s rights, reproductive justice, or privacy. It’s a medical right, first and foremost.

Pro-lifers argue that abortion isn’t worth it even if that means the child ends up in foster care. If you said that a life of poverty is better than death, then I wouldn’t disagree. But this isn’t about death vs the quality of life. This is about death vs death.

I don’t know how to convey to you the gravity of pregnancy and childbirth. Most people don’t get it. Pregnancy sucks so much of your nutrients, blood, oxygen and energy out of your body. It can cause serious and irreparable physical damage, organs slipping and falling out of place, stress on the heart and cardiovascular system, tears and so much more.  

Evolutionarily speaking, during pregnancy, the mother’s body is 50/50 invested in her survival and 50/50 invested in the offspring’s survival. The offspring’s body is evolutionally 100% invested only in its own survival. It doesn’t care about the mother’s body at all and will destroy it if it needs to survive. You know who told me that? My biology professor. I used to only be lightly pro-choice, but my education only cemented my pro-choice stance even more. I studied maternal mortality. I know things that most women don’t know. It was from there that I knew that a) I never want to be pregnant and b) I’ll always be pro-choice.

Some abortion bans allow exceptions if the mother’s life is at stake, but what they don’t get is every mother’s life is at stake. To understand the danger of pregnancy, what you must understand first is that the nature of pregnancy is inherently complex and unpredictable. Anything can happen. You can be young, healthy, wealthy, have the best doctors and still your pregnancy can go wrong. That’s what happened to Lauren Bloomstein. She had everything in her favor. She was a nurse herself, knew the doctors and was in the best hospital. Her pregnancy was very smooth-sailing until the very end when she unexpectedly died. You cannot predict what happens during a pregnancy, so no woman should be forced to take on those risks and should be allowed to have an abortion as early as possible to avoid those risks.

This isn’t frivolous bodily autonomy. This isn’t like getting a tattoo or dying your hair. This isn’t for cosmetic reasons. This is for medical reasons. It’s to preserve your own health and literally, your own life. You won’t die from not getting a tattoo. But you can die from pregnancy.

“Abortion is murder!”

First of all, you sound like the vegetarians who chant “meat is murder!” And yet, even the most militant vegans aren’t asking for meat eating to be illegal. Technically speaking, eating meat is more murderous than abortion. I admit this even as a carnivore.

Abortion is less black-and-white than murder, and what makes abortion more nuanced is that there’s another life at stake: the mother’s. Letting pregnant women die is also murder! That’s why different religions have different ways of handling abortion. In Judaism, for example, the mother’s life always comes first.

I don’t want children to die either. I want to protect teen and pre-teen girls, you know, the actual child, from dying from pregnancy.

“If you don’t want to be pregnant, just close your legs!”

Forcing a woman or girl to go through all the risks of pregnancy, including death, after she’s raped is more cruel than aborting an unconscious embryo.

“But that’s rare!”

Being so dismissive of these situations shows a lack of empathy from the “pro-life” side. Rape is not rare. Lots of rapes go unreported and even then, some rapists never get convicted. The point of laws is to protect the rare and vulnerable. You can sleep soundly tonight knowing that the chance of an intruder coming into your home and murdering you is statistically low. But on the rare chance that that happens, you hope the law is on your side.

“You don’t have the right to murder!”

Actually yeah, sometimes you do, for self-defense. If an intruder comes into your home and threatens your safety, you have the right to act in self-defense. The toll of pregnancy on the body is so high that ending a pregnancy really is a form of self-defense.

“Abortion is murdering babies! That means toddlers and children can be murdered too! Where’s the line?”

First, you need to be born to be a baby. Anything before that is a fetus.

Second, birth is that line.

If you were to have a second body inside of you and this arrangement could pose a significant risk to your health and livelihood, you have the right to remove said body in the interest of your own health. You don’t have the right to kill that body once it’s been removed from you because it’s no longer affecting your body.

Abortion is the early termination of pregnancy. If a baby lives through that termination, that means that baby is born and shouldn’t be killed. That would defeat the purpose of the abortion, which is to terminate the pregnancy of the mother, not necessarily to kill the child. So the term “late-term abortion” is meaningless. Because termination of pregnancy at that stage is usually just an early birth.

You have the right to terminate your pregnancy at any time. You do not have the right to kill the baby once it’s born. Once the baby’s outside of your body, you have no right to dictate what happens to it. It’s no longer in your body. It’s no longer affecting your body in any way.

Terminating a pregnancy is a decision between the pregnant person and her doctor to determine what’s medically appropriate. Government officials with no medical knowledge sitting in a congress building should not be intruding on that decision.

While life does start at conception, that relies too much on the technical definition of life. Plants and microbes are also life but we don’t treat them the same as sentient creatures like animals. That means there’s a more meaningful indicator of life, a human meaning of life. That is, your experience as you pass through the world. That’s why we often describe life as beginning at birth and ending at death, as going from cradle to grave.

Consciousness/sentience really is an indicator of whether we regard life. In order to be conscious, you need sensory input (either from the past or present). Birth is the first moment that the baby receives sensory input from the external world and starts building their conscious experience. Birth truly is the defining moment of life.

There’s no reason why the life, safety and health of the mother, who’s undeniably a living, conscious, sentient being (and whose body is being used) should be sacrificed for a ZEF who’s not even yet conscious. The mother’s life comes first. Always. No questions asked.

That’s why the personhood argument still matters. If you think crushing an acorn is the same as cutting down an oak tree, that you’d rather save 1000 embryos than 1 newborn, then I have no words for you. 

If you can accept 1) Bodily Autonomy, and 2) Personhood that makes abortion justifiable.

“What about exceptions for the mother’s life?”

While that’s a nice idea in theory, I have serious doubts how it would play out in real life. Knowing the health care system for what it is, this would only create more administrative burden. Imagine you’re at death’s door, and now you’re required to provide burden of proof that you need an abortion to save your life.

Doctors might hesitate and hem and haw and wait while the mother’s life is in imminent danger because they’re not sure if the mother is sick enough to legally perform an abortion. Delaying care is extremely dangerous because when it comes to medical emergencies, every second counts.

This goes beyond ectopic pregnancies. Making one exception for ectopic pregnancies isn’t enough. Pregnancy is such a complex condition that there are so many rare and unique scenarios that you cannot foresee.

“But pro-life is feminist because females get to be born!”

As a woman, I find that insulting. You only care about my life up until the point I can get pregnant? After that I’ll be at mercy to be exposed to the dangers of pregnancy? How is that sanctity of life? Where is my sanctity of life to protect my life at all costs, to preserve my physical and physiological integrity from cradle to grave? All that tells me that you only got my back now before I’m even born, only for 10-20 years later, you got my back no more.

“But Margaret Sanger was racist!”

And Thomas Jefferson was a slave owner. Does that mean we should cancel the Declaration of Independence? Just because these people represented awful things doesn’t mean every thing they advocated for is bad. Despite Jefferson being a slave owner, it was things like the Declaration of Independence that paved the way for other civil rights, including the abolishment of slavery.

It’s not anymore racist than increasing the “domestic supply of infants.” The world is already overpopulated. We have 8 billion people on this planet. There's more than plenty to replace us. And there’s a very clear solution to the domestic birth rate problem and that is immigration. Rejecting that obvious solution is racist.

#pro choice #pro-choice #roe v wade #roe vs wade #roe v. wade #roe vs. wade #abortion

[piquedpequod]

"not enough of the universe" - Vel/Cinta fanmix Listen: (YT | Spotify ) Lyrics:

Talk - Bob Moses You see it all in black and white It's out of mind and out of sight But everything will only stay the same If we won't talk about it And we won't talk about it

We won't talk about All the things we need to most And every time, we're coming close You pass it off and look the other way So we won't talk about it

A Lifetime of Desires - Hante. I don’t need to pretend There’s no void inside my chest Cause there’s not enough of the universe To fill a lifetime of desires

Dead Arms & Dead Legs - Eliot Sumner I occupy these feet with these dead arms and these dead legs The brambles catch and tighten and they pull me into bed This is no retaliation, this is the universe I imagine myself walking here five million years before I’m so intrigued by this one, it’s sharp around the sides There’s a danger to your loving, and my love's been compromised

I run to the left, I run to the right And all my fears are so alive And what is left, and who are you in the end?

Teardrop - Civil Twilight Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word I feel like the sun might give way Gentle implosions Wakes and makes me tired I feel this on my face

Teardrops on your fire Burning in my heart, today Teardrops on your fire Burning away

Risk - Metric Started slow, started late Started strong, then we lost faith Started slow, started to lose control The more we accelerate

With your hollow eyes, you keep coming back It begins to transform Can you spend the night? Can you be the raft? In the eye of the storm?

Repeaters - No Oblivion Babe, don't you want to scream outside, under the stars? Dig your fingernails down into the flesh of your palms? Babe, is there any room left for us? Not tonight Babe, have we gone too far?

Oh, it's a circle But will it come around? Oh, when it's all too late

Old Wounds - PVRIS I think I could love you 'til the day that you die If you let me love you when the timing is right And if they said I had to, I swear I'd wait my whole life I think I could love you 'til the day that you die

Silvitni - Eivør I know you love me As if I were your salvation You protect me As if I were the beating heart In your chest   We may sail through churning seas Lose our way beneath the waves   Nothing can pull me away from you No one can love me like you do

Touch - Ghostly Kisses You read me well Better than I read myself I like, I like you best When there is no one else, only on our own

I wanna feel you Will you ever? Will you ever let me in?

Different Breeds - London Grammar I know I don't show it but I'm glad you came Oh, you know I'm glad you came Oh, understand it's a lonely game Waiting on you but you're taking your time again Oh, you know I'm glad you came

started decemeber 2022, fin. march 2023.

#fanmix #velcinta #vel x cinta #vel sartha #cinta kaz #andor series

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Kanye West - Yeezus

I'm not here to review Kanye West's recent antics. If you want my opinions on him as a person then watch these videos by F.D Signifier they cover the situation extremely well.

https://youtu.be/wvgehVhF9D4

https://youtu.be/e7e5BFJa-Ug

Here we have the last good Kanye West album. It's not as good or as revolutionary as any of his previous, but it still shows why Ye was one of the absolute best in the business. The beats are very intense and the 8nduatrial.influence is obvious. Sample choices are fewer and farther between than the usual Ye record, but they are placed with precision. The sample of Nina Simone's version of Strange Fruit on Blood On The Leaves is chilling. Lyrically however it's clear the Ye is starting to fall off. For every prescient lyric about oppression there will be some bootstrappy bullshit accusing black people of having bad fashion sense (we get it no one wanted to buy your shoes and you're mad). Or worse lyrics that are just stupid, "I keep it 300 like the Romans" and "eatin' asian pussy all I need was sweet and sour sauce" are terribly embarrassing lines and you'll find something like them on about two thirds of the album. Still, if you go in with a solid understanding of where Ye was at this point in his career it's pretty easy to overlook the weaknesses and enjoy the stark intensity of Yeezus.

Randy Newman - Sail Away

Before he was known for Pixar films Randy Newman was known for biting left wing political satire. I know Tumblr is not known for appreciating or even remotely understanding satire, but imma give you all the benefit of the doubt. The album starts right off with the title track, which is sung as a sales pitch for the trans Atlantic slave trade, promising that "you'll sing about Jesus and drink wine all day" and ominously that "you're all gonna be an American". So that's how satire works, he says one thing but you are supposed to peek behind the words and see what kind of person he is describing that would frame the slave trade that way. Get it? Between songs praising the Cuyahoga river for repeatedly catching fire and claiming that, since everyone hates America anyway, there's no harm in nuking the rest of the world Newman does find time for sincerity. Old Man is a dead sincere ode to the passing of his father and Last Night I Had A Dream seems to be unirinically about the fear of being known by others. Newman's lyricism goes between being stark and funny and it highlights the fine line between comedy and tragedy.

Minutemen - Double Nickels On The Dime

One of the crown achievement in punk rock. This album is long and ambling with 40+ tracks that are usually just under two minutes. The album is actively hostile to the idea of taking this shit seriously. Nothing was left on the cutting room floor, every sketch of a song is recorded and included no matter how unfinished it seems and each side of the album starts with one of the band members revving their car engines. Some of it is distinctly punk like Political Song For Michael Jackson To Sing, but then it's followed by a funk track that devolves into spoken word bits. The song Corona is just country. The album achieves coherence by trying to run as far away from it as possible. Of particular note is Mike Watt's bass playing which is often front and center and provides a very bubbly atmosphere to the album. Plus he is just a very good bassist.

The Beatles - Help!

The fab fucks are back! This time with an album that's actually kinda good. Help! is kind of a transitional record having mostly abandoned the rock n roll cover song laden early era, but not having fully embraced the somewhat more sophisticated writing style of the middle records. It's still very much crisp, simple guitar chords backing tight vocal harmonies as the song about girls and not much else. Sure the big hits Help!, Ticket To Ride, and Yesterday are great, but my faves are definitely Act Naturally and I've Just Seen A Face.

Pavement - Wowee Zowee

I'm calling bullshit because Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain was already in this list so you can't include any further Pavement records because that's the best one. Wowee Zowee is also probably their weakest imo, not that it's bad but it's a 9 in a sea of 10s. Pavement lost their edge a bit on this one, it's still a collection of great songs but well Range Life is one of my favorite Pavement songs. That doesn't mean I want an entire album of Range Life.

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

Pink Floyd is a band that was no stranger to personnel changes. Syd Barrett was the original frontman of the group and left in 68 due to mental health issues. Wish You Were Here is the band's ode to their lost member. David Gilmour's sweeping guitar work perfectly encapsulates the feeling of loss and alienation. It's dreamlike, as if it were a memory barely recollected. That guitar is what carries most of the album, the title track and all nine parts of Shine On You Crazy Diamond live in the spaces between Gilmour's note and Waters' lyrics which come together to eulogize their friend who is still alive but unrecognizable in his deteriorated state. It's weird and tragic, but I think it's beautiful that they made this whole album dedicated to just hoping that Syd could get some help.

#kanye west #randy newman #minutemen #the beatles #pavement #pink floyd #500 album gauntlet

[luescris]

Spoiler warning for Sonic Prime below, beware

So many things are going in my brain right now. A million different trains are running a million miles on high speed and I have no way of knowing which one to start with because oh my god

I finished watching Sonic Prime. And safe to say I am absolutely gobsmacked

What a show. From start to finish. There's so many things that I want to say about it. The characterization, the emotion, the animation, the end. Some of it may be critiques, but not in a bad way. I'm just. Genuinely. So happy that we got this.

What I will admit though, was that the fight scenes in this season seemed to be a little bit dragged on. They were bearable and fun to watch for sure, and there was not much happening, but I think I understand why they did that. 😆 Everything else though. Man

Shadow was the best he's ever been in forever. Just for starters. We need more of that Shadow on so many levels. The Amy's consistently teaming up with each other, calling each other sisters, holy shit?? That was the greatest ever????? Not only that but Dread naming Black Rose the Captain was so amazing I can't even like. Find the right words. It fit so well and I literally was vibrating like augh Like in general Amy had such good representation throughout the entire show, in fact both her and Shadow have and those were the two that I was worried for the most and I am so glad that they did them right

Sails and Mangey though. I thought they were gone for good for a long while there. When they returned I was so very freaking happy like aaaaa

Nine's entire deal was definitely An Experience, and I don't mean that in a bad way he was certainly a goober, but the concept of an evil Tails man. Very scary indeed HFHDDHD

But then. There was freaking. The moment where Sonic was about to blip out of existence. Where he turns around to the Amy's and goes "Goodbye Roses". And then when everything came together again and he called her "sweet Amy." With that look on his face and that stance. Am I the only one that feels vindicated?? That screamed and ran around out of pure excitement??? Like am I reaching or was that genuinely them telling us he one hundred percent has a thing for Amy??? I genuinely do not know but my heart wants to say yes and I am on the floor.

My only question is; what the heck was with that end?? I know they said that it was meant to be part of the games somehow some way but like. They don't show anything? The only thing we get is Eggman saying he needs a bigger fleet and that tells me that maybe this is before Forces??? But I genuinely have no idea augh

Does anyone else know?? Can anyone else figure that out like augh ahshhdsh

I really want to like. Dive super deep into all of the things Sonic no doubt has to tell his friends about what happened and his feelings about fighting Nine and maybe even missing all of them in a way and just. Yeah man wowie

Also the fact that Shadow appears out of nowhere to everyone except Sonic and takes the Prism somewhere, and he was like "I go wherever I want" that was so funny, especially since he too knows what happened like aidhdhdhdhhs 😂

But god man. Honest rating is 8/10 show. There were moments that were cheesy but ultimately it was amazing, and I loved watching every bit of it. :D I am so very sad to see something so great go so fast, but I suppose that's the nature of Sonic I guess lmao 😂

#sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #sonic sega #sega #sega sonic #sth #sonic prime netflix #netflix #netflix original #my stuff #luescris