#like bruh ITS SET IN SPACE!!!

[two-ndborne]

i started watching a murder at the end of the world and i wasn't really vibing with it until things picked up at e3. then things got juicy at e4

#like someone almost suffocating to death in a space suit OKAYYYY #THAT is what i signed up for #the show overall wasnt really what i was expecting? #its kind of this ya romance / whodunit / criticism of technology #the romance part had me ''Okay. i guess. can we do something else'' #some parts of their relationship are pretty good #i guess the point was to set up the audience's investment with bill #its gonna SUCK if i start to care more about bill/ darby as the show moves along #me in the middle of the season remembering: damn. hes fuckin dead bruh. #meeting someone on the internet and bonding over ur niche interest is so fucking real for gen z i think thats fucking hilarious #amateotw #two talks

[asherloki]

heyy, i saw that ur requests were open, but that was like 2 weeks ago so idk if its still valid, but if they are; i was thinking abt this quote i saw on pinterest:

“you cant love someone unless you love yourself first. bullshit. i have never loved myself, but you, oh god, i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself feels like”

with sherlock who is COMPLETELY smitten with reader and views them as his safe space from insufferable people and unsolvable cases

if u consider this or even write this thank you in advance <3 (thank u anyways tho bc ur work is so good like?? bruh gimme some writing skills IM BEGGING)

anways, bye <3

"My sunshine"

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- ohho it was lovely ! Even though I'm sorry for the writing quality, I've been busy and lacking creativity, hope you still like it.

"do you like it?" asked the detective while handing me a box packed nicely. He had a real busy day running around the city with Scotland yard officers, especially with lestrade, accompanied by John.

"what is it?" I enquired taking the box from him. I still remember the day we first met. The night was cold and I met his lovely landlady Mrs Hudson. She was friendly enough to invite me over tea at her place and my curiosity led me to meet her famous tenant. Mr Sherlock Holmes. The urge to share the flat with this junkie detective got on me for some reason. Everything about his flat fascinated where anyone would say his flat is unbearable. His cold lifeless flat, as he describes so, was somehow comforting to him. Then with his approval and with my family's permission as well, I moved in to Baker Street as his flatmate. 221b was closer to my office so it was an advantage in convincing my family to let me shift to Baker Street. Since then I've seen two sides of Sherlock. One, the side everyone knows, the analytical cold detective. And two, the side which is revealed to very few people, luckily for me being one of them. Living so close to him taught me he has a soft side. The one that's like a goofy child. The one who sits infront me while I paint just staring at the painting to be done with fascination in his eyes. The one that takes a brush from my set that I'm not using at that moment and starts to draw patterns on a crumbled paper, one of those which contained a case which was still unsolved and bugged him.

"open it, I just hope you like it." replied he, With, what I believe to be a bit nervousness in his voice, yet also a bit of excitement. So I giggled at his childishness and opened the box. To my delight it was a chocolate muffin. A big one, loaded with chocolate chips.

"oh gosh my favourite muffin!" I could barely hold my excitement to me. Turning to him I saw a wide smile spreading accross his lips what was alot like a relief.

"yes, it's yours, I hope it tastes good too" said the man who was perhaps more than ten years older than me, not perhaps, he was alot older than me. But it never felt so, he was still a goofy kid somehow.

"ofcourse it'll be, where's yours?" he must've bought for himself as well I presumed. And a lovely evening with tea and our muffins was on my mind, oh not to forget, the exciting stories he is yet to tell.

"m-mine?" he stuttered, as if him having bought a muffin for himself was out of question.

"yes yours, don't tell me you bought a tasty big muffin for me and not for yourself, how could you resist?" seriously, how could he resist the urge to get his hands on such a precious thing.

"I.." he trailed off, as if he was confused, "didn't think about getting one for me actually".

These are the kind of replies that makes me wanna wrap him in my arms. This man never thought anything good for himself, never got anything good for himself. But I couldn't just have it on my own. The box contained the store name and address, which is far away, perhaps somewhere near his case led him to. So going there and buying another was out of question, but this muffin was big enough, and sharing is always an option.

"you know what?" I spoke, regaining some enthusiasm, "how about some tea?"

"that sounds wonderful" that's it, that's the reply I wanted to hear before going to the kitchen. I took out our cups and Mrs Hudson was always there to bring us a kettle filled with tea.

Sherlock took his chair and sat while I sat on one beside his. I placed our cups while he poured the tea.

"we forgot the biscuits, I'll get them give me minute." he was getting up from his chair when I interrupted.

"no need" looking at him I saw his baffled expressions again. Honestly Sherlock, enough baffling for one day. "sit down, I have something better".

He sat yet he was utterly confused, Even more not less when he saw me taking out the muffin and cutting it into half. Smart detective knew the other half belongs to him, or I want so.

"here, have something better than regular biscuits" saying so with a smile I passed the plate with his part of the muffin closer to him.

"but... that.." he stuttered again, "that was for you" after a pause he finally formed the sentence.

"yes, which means I can do anything I want with it."

He kept on looking at me and with a soft nod took a piece in his spoon. Then slowly he took the piece in. I could see his expression changing again while he munched that piece of muffin, into something that indicated if he were someone else he could've shaded a drop of tear or two.

"hey" I said pating his shoulder and keeping my palm on it, "what happened?"

He raised his face so his eyes were staring into mine, but there was barely any intensity in his eyes at that moment. there was, what I presume is sadness. He finally inhaled a deep breath before speaking up,

"I have..." he paused, he was collecting words I was sure of it, "I've never considered myself as someone who deserves anything good."

His word, about himself, it's devastating he thinks so little about himself.

"what are you talking about?" baffled, I was puzzled way too much to figure out what was going inside him, imagine a man like him is unable to see anything good in him. "Sherlock, please, you literally save hundreds of lives".

"I have also shot one"

"to save john, your best friend".

He looked around as if trying to find more proof against him.

"Sherlock?" I called him softly, as he turned his face to me I got up from my chair and to his utter surprise, embraced him, rather his head, leaning it on my chest. His body turned stiff, apparently he didn't expect a hug.

"you're the best and the most wisest man people have ever seen, and the kindest and the most innocent person I've ever had the opportunity to know".

His stiffness lessened with these words and finally he let himself fall into my arms, fall into my embrace, unknowingly I also leaned on him. My cheek touching his curls. His rather soft curls.

"you're saying this?" he asked with such joy and surprise in his voice.

"yes ofcourse, why not". I waited for a reply, it took him time but finally he said,

"because you've always been the sunshine for me. Since the day you've entered in my life, since I've got to know you. my work was all I knew but for some reason I longed to come home at night to you. I always saw you as someone whom I don't deserve, who's too good for me, too young for me. So I just enjoyed every second we are together, fir one day you may choose someone to love and move out. I tried to do every little thing that could bring you happiness. I was so lost, with you I found my way. But I won't demand anything from you, because I believe someone young, handsome a better person should be with you".

I couldn't believe, but I had to, it was all real, his words, his feelings, him.

"you never said you think of me so highly" I whispered.

"that's why I was broken everytime I saw you with a guy, but I was way more broken when I saw you shedding tears for them leaving you, how could someone like you be someone's second choice when to me you're not just the first or only choice but my whole being knows you're the right choice, a bit too right I was afraid to ever consider myself as your lover, I didn't dare to think of anyone else since I laid my eyes on you, I never chose anyone, no matter how smart, attractive or lovely they were, because now I see, I was supposed to choose you, I got so utterly devoted to you that I don't remember myself anymore. I only know you."

"Sherlock " I whispered his name while slowly letting his head go, I sat in my chair and wondered how beautiful his feelings are that neither his nor my eyes could hold a drop of tear from falling down. "now it's my turn then, I've barely been ever treated this well as you've confessed yourself, I've barely been completely understood. do you think, this immature, little less intelligent, day dreamer flatmate of yours is worthy of you?"

I knew it'd be enough to overwhelm him if he really thought so highly of me and it did. He didn't stop his tears this time, he immediately embraced me and we both cried silently while embracing eachother until his warm voice was heard saying, "then I guess we are actually worthy of eachother ".

I giggled, yes we are. absolutely yes.

"yes, I'll keep you happy ".

"and I'll treat you well."

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If anyone wants to be in my taglist then let me know!

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader

[connecting-the-stars]

As a freshly new Bad Batch enjoyer, I’ve just finished running through season 1 holding onto Omega like she is my little sister and staring at crosshair menacingly.

S1 final was so epic! Like the sea monster and the escape from the collapsing city! The atmosphere was just so awesome and really makes me want to write. The tension of constant danger but having character moments and conflicts shine and clash. Omega without a hesitation jumping to save crosshair from drowning and the others working to rescue them. Crosshair always setting himself to the outskirts of the group as they plan and work together, his hesitation before following the group. He is not a happy camper.

Moments that I loved (Last two episodes):

Tech noticing the reflective point on the wall. That frame of the mark encapsulating Tech and Wrecker. He recognized it from past missions and the tactics they’ve learned. Wonder what was going through his head when he first saw that? Like precaution that crosshair could aim for them at any point? Or theorizing that crosshair would use it to shot the soldiers if they turned to target them?

Crosshair killing all four soldiers of his party was crazy cool! Like damn! And turning back to them without a beat and taking his helmet off! Like he’s peeling back that resentment if only for a chance to have his brothers join him again. Don’t get me wrong he’s still pissed, but it’s vulnerable in of itself to even ask, to have that chance to get hurt by the people who you believed had abandoned you.

Omega and her attack droids plan would’ve worked great for a diversion and escape attempt if, you know, Crosshair had ultimately sided with his troopers to murder his brothers. But she’s a ball of determination and improvised plans that work Sometimes!

The brothers fighting TOGETHER! AHHH! My Face peeled into a bigass smile. Their theme coming back in full strength! Crosshair helping hunter! Tech and wrecker’s confusion before jumping into the fight again.

Omega-Hunter Hug! That’s her Dad/brother! “You are my dad! You’re my dad! Boogy woogie woogie!!”

Hunter and crosshair stand off! Stop fighting like for once! Just stopppp! (I know I have a longer ride for this, and its Great :’D )

Little droid guy was very fun! AZI is a real one!

Everyone having to get paired up in the lab tubes lol. Bruh they really are going back to the very beginning- very cool. Echo and Tech looks so small compared to wrecker who hardly fits in the tube by himself. Crosshair and Hunter - definitely thought they’d start a fist fight in that tube thing, like one of them shoves the other and it escalates how sibling fights go from 1 to 1,000 in two seconds. And one of them would crack their elbow into the glass tube and cause a piece to crack ominously and they just freeze. And Omega, Tiny is in fact Tiny. That tube is almost as big as her “room” lol

Omega gonna give me and hunter a panic attack with her reckless selflessness. Like dude the droid is very dope and very helpful, but you are in a graveyard of a city and the damn sea monster is very much alive and well!

Crosshair aiming his gun at hunter when hes about to jump after her, very tense moment. And He Saves “the kid!” YYAAY. Hunter shielding her away from crosshair anyway- a bit dramatic lol. Wrecker not putting his guard down till Cross gives up his weapon… damn- Family Bonding, am I right : D

(Side note: Tech is one of my favorites… sure hope nothing bad happens to him. = D )

Anyway, Im just really enthralled by this show and I love space stories. Especially ones that tick practically every trope I adore. Found family (in a way.) SPACE! Badass good guys. Morally gray characters that find their way back to a healthier and happier life… eventually.

Season 2 time!! WOO!

#they are FAMILY! #thoughts aloud #writing inspo #bad batch #the bad batch #im running through the series with out of context spoilers all over the place but its so fun! #tbb #the bad batch season 1 #bad batch s1

[woodchipp]

seems like I'll have to try and dissect Omocat's motivational speech myself because clearly no one seems to believe the people who actually worked with her for some reason

here goes nothing

"In a sense, [burn out] makes you lazy and unproductive."

IMO, starting off your Motivational™ speech by falsely equating burn out with being lazy is quite the huge red flag.

"I can vouch that you are all, for the most part, nice people."

Note the unusually passive-aggressive "for the most part".

"If you find yourself not being able to focus or that your productivity is getting really slow, it's probably time to take a break."

Which is why you suddenly became "uncomfortable" with the prospect of having to pay MelonKid royalities four days before the game's launch after they have overworked themselves to get your game out and took a break.

Makes sense.

By the way, how do people explain this, then?

"Things like working quickly and efficiently are like. What you're supposed to do."

idk about people who side with Omocat but to me, it seems that overworking themselves is what Omocat expects of her employees. and to me, that seems kinda shitty

"Instead of thinking of things that I should have or deserve, think of all the things you already have."

This is quite literally Cartoon Evil Corporation-tier rhetoric. bruh

"Think of deadlines as a demon you have to continually give nourishment and sacrifice to or else it will destroy our game. And every time you work on the game, finish something, you're saying fuck you to that demon."

What in the actual fuck are you talking about. Is that supposed to be motivational?

Also... how is giving this hypothetical "demon" nourishment saying "fuck you" to it? what a brilliant metaphor

"Something you can all use is I get to work with my friends on a video game, which I think is pretty cool."

girl these are not your friends you're discussing headcanons about your favorite fictional characters with in the wee hours of the night. these are your employees, and I think there's a pretty big difference between the two. the fact that some of them may have a certain amount of passion for the work they're helping to shape is undeniable, but I'd also wager that your employees expect to be compensated for their work. they're not doing all that shit for high-fives and pats on the back from you

and given that a member of the dev team who sided with Omocat was apparently perfectly willing to call MelonKid, allegedly one of their own "friends", a "demon", I have to question just how "friendly" the dev teem actually was with each other

"I believe that this game has to be potential to be something really great. And new, and fresh, and even classic."

Black Space is Yume Nikki with the serial numbers filed off. The entire plot twist is Silent Hill 2 with the serial numbers filed off. There are multiple indie RPGs that have executed the plot beats (and, in some cases, the general premise) OMORI features way better than OMORI itself did.

With all due respect, your game ain't shit.

"You are here and you believe in OMORI, a game that is full of thoughtfulness and meaning for its creators and for its audience."

1) Ah yes, isn't trivializing the act of suicide into a gameplay mechanic (that is required for progression) and setting the main protagonist's final suicide in the bad ending to a pop song just so Thoughtful™ and Meaningful™? Fuck off

2) Whether your work is actually thoughtful and meaningful isn't really up to you. You don't get to decide how your audience reacts to your work.

#omori #omori game #omocat #idc if you call me unemployable or whatever lmao I wouldn't want to work with someone like omocat anyway

[bisexualboysbroadcast]

my favourite parallel and here’s a thesis on why

1. colour palettes (to start with the obvious)

mai and king being traditional dark colour boys (everyone remembers king is a royal blue boy from bed friend?), most especially when they are fully themselves, their feelings, and their story lines. when i say fully i mean the scene we are seeing is not in relation to their other halves, and the progression of a relationship. it is purely about them.

and then jade and uea being in soft tones (cause they’re both soft boys). again most especially when the focus is on their character story line and not their relationship story line.

still on colour palettes. we know from bed friend that before king and uea fully committed to each other and were disgustingly in love, uea was a red boy. yes a soft boy but also a red boy. and now that they’re together together (and tooth rottingly adorable), uea is still a soft boy but he’s in king’ colours not his old red colours. that’s how you know, even if they’re fighting they are still unbreakable and unblemished. essentially (in its most poetic form) uea still has king with him.

2. king and uea’s outfits (self indulgent obvious one)

king in horizontal stripes and uea in vertical ones. yea do i even need to spell this one out? they are so in love and therefore they carry each other everywhere, in everything, even when they’re cross (hah get it? cause if you place horizontal and vertical lines over each other they make a cross pattern) with each other they ARE still each others. i love them.

also their visible matching silver chain necklaces.

3. how each pair has decided to meet up with each other

king and mai at a table sitting up > setting up a game plan > always the action characters > ready to move straight into solution stage > how can we fix this stage

versus

uea and jade who are sitting comfortably on jade’s apartment floor > talking about feelings and hearing each other out > creating a space to just be vulnerable and open > do you see why i call them my soft boys?

4. the difference in lighting between the two scenes

mai and king with their harsher more “locker room energy” lighting (tying into my whole game plan set up) versus jade and uea with their soft quiet warm lighting very conducive to late night deep conversation

5. the space between the characters

the way the space between king and mai is filled (pillar) because as much as they’re friends, they became friends at work. mai wasn’t in the picture till he interned there. but king uea and jade were all friends from their college days (something that still makes my heart beat out of my chest)

but if you look at the space between uea and jade you’ll notice there’s nothing. one because they are so close and such good friends there is nothing they need to separate them (metaphorical barrier who?). but also it shows that uea is giving jade the space to be open with him, with no interruptions (the way the food and drinking is interrupting king and mai).

conclusion

BRUH! i love this show soooo bad! like this studio just knows how to do production so fucking well. their entire story is weaved into every single detail in every scene. ughhhh!

#ciara watches middleman’s love #middleman's love

[mint-leaves-in-coffee]

Howdy~! For the 100 follower prompt, I would like angst prompt #4 with Leona Kingscholar, please! Angst with a happy ending, please? Thanks a bunch!👍 Also, congrats on the 100!

I cOULDN'T SEE THIS ONE ON MOBILE EITHER IM????? I HAD TO SAVE IT AS A DRAFT TO SEE IT???

BRUH???

Angst 4: "My wounds are of no concern to you"

Lol OOC and mentions of bruising 👍🏻

Existence is pain and I'm bad at this. I'm writing this in calculus because I don't wanna be here :3c

He'd been cold to them today, moreso than usual

The sudden frigid edge to his tone when he spoke to them, cutting them off mid sentence, set off an alarm bell in their head

His normal lazy drawl was nowhere to be heard and in its place had been the inimicality of how he spoke presently

They didn't understand what they had done to make him angry

If they'd even done anything, that is.

And in turn they debated with themselves on whether they should give him space or try to speak with him about his sudden dismissiveness

On one hand, speaking to him could lead to an argument

One the other, they might be able to improve his

The latter seemed to be the favorable outcome

They'd wait until after classes had ended and he retired to his bedroom, however, figuring that it would be easier to approach him when he was more comfortable

When they arrive outside his door, they speak to make themselves known before letting themselves in

He cracked an eye open at them from his bed, the emerald freen of his irises gleaming in the darkness of his room

No words were spoken, just glances exchanged.

At least until they cleared their throat to aid in their preparation to speak

Leona? Has something happened?

They removed their shoes and approached him, footsteps quiet against the floor

Upon their reaching out to touch him, he grabbed their wrist

You're playin' a dangerous game, herbivore.

They frowned deeply

Despite being fully aware that it was his pride at play here, they couldn't help but feel the sting of his behavior

With a sigh they pulled their arm away and sat down on his bed

You acting like this only concerns me more. I know that there's something wrong Leona.

There was a long pause as they wallowed in their thoughts

And they sigh, running a hand through their hair, before turning to face him, expression serious

Kingscholar, I swear to the 7, if you don't fess up-

They cut themselves off when he lets out a growl

He'd failed to catch their hand again when they made a jab at his ribs with their fingers

A sneer crossed his face at having been found out and he huffed, falling back against the pillows

There was no longer a reason to bother

They lifted his shirt to see the the problem, brows furrowing at the large bruise across his ribcage, dark against his skin

I-

He cuts them off this time, voice annoyed in a way that takes them aback

My wounds are of no concern to you

Their face contorted into anger as they stare at him incredulously

Like hell it isn't! You have punctured a lung if your ribs turned out to be broken!

He rolled his eyes as they stood, excusing themselves from the room

It took a few minutes, but when they returned they carried with them a small bag of ice

Gingerly, they press it to his side, apologizing for jabbing him to begin with

He sighed, expression still very much annoyed

The position of his ears and movement of his tail, however, conveyed his apology

His pride wouldn't allow him to say it aloud, but they'd been around him long enough to understand

I expect you to explain later.

He said nothing, but they knew he would

#wow im slow #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #sakurarabbit18 #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland leona x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twisted wonderland leona #leona kingscholar x reader #100 event

[abyssalpriest]

UNRELATED TO THAT.

Soooo bored of a lack of phallic and penetrative worship. So bored of the mother goddess image with her voluptuous form BEING THE ONLY ONE IN THE SPOTLIGHT I could never ever get sick of her but like. Where is the clawing towards sexual frenzy and the worship of the divine phallus... But more so where is the soft, gentle, loving divine phallus. The submissive penetration. The glory of god in a single idol of god in the union of a-gendered divine sex and - ah shit Im just about to reinvent the shivlingam

Well anyway. I'm so tired of the Womb of creation and the Carrying Mother and the feminine all eclipsing the phallic including without gender but also the phallus paired with both the woman and the man and the androgyne and all genders because like... People are terrified of genitals, but women with vaginas are apparently less scary because apparently a choice to enter a space is less scary than a space entering you... Bruh. No ? You've ever gone to a new friends home and felt their entire life and memories eclipse you? Do you not understand the beauty and fragile trust in something that must fully collapse itself into you, move itself out from its known world into the space in which YOU are the host, the ruler, the owner of and creator of all that is there? The submissive, gentle, trusting one that loves you so much it would give up all its freedom to enter into the black unknown of all that you know... The phallus is something that is always vulnerable. Always held out in front of its owner. It is something that is gentle and deserving of encompassing.

To call god? To call and call, to hold space, the trust of that which melts into all that you have set up for it. People complain that God is so often seen as synonymous with Man or at least Penis but like... I get it actually. Prayer, the word inside the mouth and on the tongue. The phallic is the embodying, the Sacred in the mundane. What is a prayer without inspiration inside it? What is a temple without a god inside it?? What is the point in worship without invitation, and imagine: this is not the symbol of the god that tells you what to do. This is the god that enters you and allows you to create its boundaries. A god called into a temple confines itself to the temple built on your dimensions and your boundaries, plays to your rules. A god called into the mind is subject to your perception of it - even we who channel gods and are possessed by them form boundaries on them. Religion is about asking things to be entered whether it's idols or prayers or magic spells or temples or possession or concepts or myths or.... And in order for a god to communicate it enters these boundaries like a cat curls up into its owners arms, warm, safe, trusting. To reduce yourself from infinity to finite, to bring yourself from immortal to a small stone statue that could be shattered, mishandled, mistreated... To bring yourself from unknown into a prayer of understanding, to slip down from untouchable to guiding touch through divine inspiration... All these are penetrative in the way that is so soft, meek, quietly knocking on the door - and even when the divine bliss is overwhelming or the presence is encompassing while you traverse the temple in a small body.... There is still the constant awareness of play.

Penetration is in a very significant way a submission to be held, to be surrounded. To put yourself inside the circle of your partners dog pack and know that they will not hurt you....

Anyway sorry what were we talking about

#ramblings // #Wonder why this is here...

[thekrows-nest]

Krowspiracy anon. Bruh. Why do you hurt me like this?

I don’t know! I’m a morbid gremlin and have to share the horrors? The imp of the perverse?

Really I just see some areas where equally strong values can come into conflict directly, and wonder just what would happen if the unstoppable force met the immovable object. Without any fudging what would crumple first?

It isn’t wanting it to happen! I’m fond of these characters and want them to be happy. It’s not even trying to rules lawyer or ‘win’ a scenario.

It’s more just intense hypothetical curiosity about exactly where the limits are and how each situation could play out if pushed to its logical extreme. Especially if somebody does something unexpected or something unusual happens. I’m mainly wondering if there could ever be different outcomes to the familiar ones that have been set out. (I knew immediate restraint and the cage would be the most likely result. But thought over some different responses Krow could have.)

[delete below this if it gives away too much]

Mary comes from a large family. Large family.

Oh. Oh no. I had a theory but this is actually a bit worse than that.

The Krack theory just became much less likely - not impossible, but unlikely. I’d say what it was but bringing it up even to dismiss it could possibly spoiler part of someone else’s story.

But this is giving me thoughts about the situation. While I can’t read people well irl, the facts in text sometimes form a pattern if you have a key piece of information and know it could be relevant.

TW abuse

Mary may have been born into one of those very large fundamentalist families, like on 19 Kids And Counting, or something like the Quiverfull movement. Those environments are highly patriarchal and religious, highly restrictive in terms of behaviour and access to information/education.

Homeschooling can even be a thing (limiting information further, removing external oversight of what is happening at home, no legal protection like teachers as mandatory reporters, cutting off outside contacts, and allowing even less comparison on how other families live).

Regardless the sheer number of kids and the constant scrambling to meet their needs makes it very easy for all forms of abuse and neglect to occur and there are barriers to recognising it or reporting.

Hopefully that wasn’t the case. But unless Mary was the youngest child (and with that many kids, the odds of that go down) it’s very possible that she experienced an overlooked form of abuse called parentification.

(The chance of being parentified also goes up as - assuming she is cis - Mary was presumably raised as a girl. And traditionally AFAB children in that culture are moulded to grow into homemakers, wives and mothers.)

In these huge families the older children are expected to step in and actively help raise the younger children, and the responsibility is a lot more intense than normal babysitting. It’s extensive caregiving. Kids basically become mini parents while not really being equipped for it. Sometimes if a family is large enough groups of younger children are assigned to each older child in ‘pods’, formalising those roles and even fostering favouritism/rivalries.

There can also be a lot of time pressure, conflict or bustle, and lack of space or privacy.

It’s very understandable if Mary escaped into books and now she thirsts for information, likes quiet predictable environments and values her personal time.

And it’s understandable to look back, feel that she failed someone, and wish she did things differently. She was a kid in a difficult situation.

If I’m going with this interpretation I actually wonder if kind Mary waited for her younger siblings to marry and leave home/be old enough to be independent, so she knew they were good before she left for the city.

Or perhaps meeting Camila was the catalyst - whether it was to be with her, the new perspective she provided, or maybe having her financial and personal support made the next steps manageable.

It’s also very possible that simply being able to access more information helped Mary understand herself and choose how she wanted to live.

(Queerness isn’t or at least wasn’t generally covered in the curriculum. Assuming Mary went to school. And under purity culture - especially with a religious school or homeschooling - she may not have been allowed any sex education at all.)

Final thought - she may also feel she failed another queer person (by rejection or outing) or someone in a situation worse than hers (by inaction, or thinking mistreatment was normal or a ‘cross to bear’). Or some combination of the above.

Or under the guilt and pressure given for choosing her own path, she could feel like she ‘failed’ a parent or someone chosen to be her husband.

There are a few possibilities.

(I meant to answer this much earlier but life got away with me lolsob.)

Anyway, Krowspiracy anon I always delight in getting your asks, it's fun to read them and see what lil ideas and theories you have. It flatters and humbles me that you like these goofy characters so much to think up of these things!

Now for what you say about Mary...

I won't pinpoint exactly, but a lot of these are either very close or precisely what Mary has gone through.

Poor bbygirl has... gotten a lot of bad hands dealt with in life. She is in a much better place now, with Camilla and all, but she's still working through... a number of things.

And like I said, she still carries with her guilt and regret and even takes on a form of grief.

#winndy talks #the krow's nest #the krow's nest verse #about mary #mary asked and answered #krowspiracy theories

[nomsfaultau]

Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, specifically prior to Part 1. Explanation of AU; tldr. 

3. Dehumanization//“You can do better than that”  + Bonus muzzle

[Special Containment Procedure: In response to recent behavioral issues, object: ███ █████ ███ has been issued further safety precautions in order to protect both handlers and itself. Object: ███ █████ ███ has a history of unprovoked biting. To remedy this, an anomaly-specific muzzle design has been requested from the Special Containment Procedure division.  

Additionally, this is expected to improve the well-being of object ███ █████ ███ as it is prone to talking to itself. The hypothesis being tested is that without the ability to argue, its aggressiveness will decrease.]

The world smelled sharply metallic when The Blade finally woke. He was halfway suffocating, tongue clamped down by a metal bit, bunched fabric bundling in his mouth. The boar’s snarled frustration was muffled. Bruh, a gag? Again? Did they seriously think it would work after last time? 

But then he realized he couldn’t move his jaw. It wouldn’t even budge, the strain digging lines of pain into his snout. His hands lept to his face, startled to find the cold of a metal contraption hidden in his blind spot. It took longer than he’d like to admit for the realization that he was muzzled to set in. 

A moment of quiet as the disgusting reality sunk in. And then the voices grew uproarious, laughing at him. L̸o̷o̸k̷ ̵a̷t̸ ̵y̴o̸u̶,̵ ̶g̸e̸t̵t̷i̶n̸g̴ ̵b̴o̶u̶n̸d̶ ̸l̴i̶k̵e̵ ̸a̸ ̷c̸o̵m̸m̴o̶n̸ ̷m̴u̵t̶t̸.̸

I’m not! But The Blade’s instinctive snap at the voices was muffled to incomprehensibility. They roared in delight at his ruined defense. His ears flattened at the noise, at the horrifying realization that he couldn’t suppress the voices, his thoughts lost in the jeering masses. He needed this off now. 

The straps were tight enough his hooves couldn’t get beneath them. Scrambling at the latches found them far too finicky for his poor dexterity to dismantle. The crowd surged with cruel laughter. ̴U̸n̶d̸e̴f̵e̴a̸t̴e̶d̸ ̵i̶n̸ ̵b̵a̵t̷t̴l̴e̷,̸ ̵a̴n̵d̶ ̶y̸e̵t̵ ̴a̵ ̷t̸i̷n̴y̸ ̵m̴e̶t̷a̴l̴ ̷c̷o̴n̸t̷r̸a̸p̶t̴i̸o̵n̴ ̶i̷s̸ ̷e̵n̴o̸u̶g̷h̴ ̸t̵o̷ ̵b̴r̸e̴a̸k̶ ̵y̷o̴u̷!̸ ̵H̴o̸w̵ ̸t̴h̸e̶ ̵m̷i̷g̶h̵t̸y̷ ̷h̴a̸v̴e̵ ̸f̷a̴l̴l̶e̷n̴.̵

About the only sound that could escape the gag was the low growl rumbling in his chest like thunder. It was pure instinct, and the voices knew it, ripping into him further. They didn’t care for how desperately he had clawed himself out of the sea trapped in his skull, how hard he fought to find individuality. For all that he’d been born a beast, The Blade was a self-made man, and the Foundation was not going to be the one to break him. 

Ignoring the taunting voices, The Blade carefully prodded at the edge of the muzzle, finding the barest crack where it met his jaw. Not enough space for his hooves to get under, no, not without burrowing into his own flesh to get beneath. But The Blade was the dogged- uh, determined sort, and it would heal fast enough anyway. He pushed past the pain until just barely could he pry beneath the muzzle. A terrible angle, but it was all he had. The Blade poured every ounce of force he had into trying to shove it off his face. 

Jabbing pain stabbed into him from every direction, arcing across the back of his skull, dragging across his snout. The straps burrowed into him as the barbs lining the underside stabbed in. At once The Blade released, realizing the Foundation had built in punishment for rebellion. His jaw ached as the tusks chained to the contraption were yanked on. All his strength was useless here. 

But he couldn’t. He could endure the pain, but it still netted nothing. The Blade was reduced to frantically slashing at the straps digging into his throat. Gouges ripped into his neck, growing only more deep and desperate. But there was no salvation to be found, the chains invincible. The voices grew louder and louder, reveling in his defenselessness. The Blade was swallowed by the sea. 

[Injury log for object: ███ █████ ███. Object refuses to stop scratching at its neck and is bleeding profusely. It did not heed orders to cease. Handler █████ █████ was sent in to prevent further damage to object. 

Casualty report attached below.]

The Blade paced the room, digging laps into the floor. It wasn’t an uncommon activity when he was trapped at the Foundation, he couldn’t stand to stay still. There was scarcely any stimulation beyond the torrent of abuse the voices barraged him with. Usually, he could argue with them, distract or entertain them in some fashion till they moved on to some other subject. Stripped of his words, The Blade was reduced to ignoring them. Desperately, he tried to allow his attention to wander, books he’d read, wondering what his friends were up to, what the weather was like. But any thought he had was quickly overwhelmed by the intrusive masses unable to move on. It was more than a little maddening. 

Finally, the monotony broke. The gap in the ceiling opened, a pile of nutrition bricks tumbling to the floor in a pile of Grey and Brown tablets. A routine disruption, but still sorely needed. With the distraction, a plethora of new conversations poured in, the weight behind the gathered chants weakening. The words became incomprehensible once more, fading to background chatter as he padded over to his lunch and realized…

He was going to starve. 

There was this awful certainty in the pit of his snarling guts. Hunger was beginning to grow in his stomach, scraping at the insides. A small downside of being a multi-ton behemoth was the magnitude of fuel he needed. Anxiously, The Blade eyed the human entrance, waiting for it to open. But as the minutes passed hope faded, his mouth still sealed shut. 

And the audience jeered in full force. Far beyond the humiliation of the inescapability of the muzzle, past the conjured images of animal control and the pain wrought in trying to remove it lay the true threat.

Death. That was a possibility he’d never considered before. He was The Blade! Undefeated in battle! The very universe bent and groaned beneath the weight of his ambition until he was victorious against all. 

But he could die alone in this room and never once see the face of his enemy, his own body destroying him both mentally and physically. 

And deep within the writhing mass of voices, a presence lurched into motion, surging up from the soul sea. The voices cried in glee as their god awoke. The Blade hurled mental barriers, trying to shove him back down. But still the ancient incarnation of slaughter and supremacy breached. You’re in peril, The Blood God murmured. 

I don’t need your protection, The Blade snapped, I know its cost. 

But there was only a deep rumble of a chuckle in response. And yet you claim my aegis so oft. The Blade shook his head. Not necessarily that he sought clarity, moreso that he needed the reminder he could still control himself. The Blood God lurked, but his wards held fast for now. Still, it had been a long time since The Blood God last tested his cage, and he feared his defenses grew weak under the Foundation’s duress. I could aid with that encumbrance. 

You’d only add to it. 

Insolent vessel. 

Burdensome god. Don’t be stupid, there’s no one to kill. Leave. 

I can be patient. They will pay dearly. The weight of The Blood God’s intention bled into his own, and The Blade forcefully ripped the motivations apart till they were distinct again. But for all his bristling hostility at the invasion, The Blood God stayed content where he was at the border, neither descending back into the voices nor usurping control of the vessel. Watching. Waiting to pounce. 

The Blade jerked into motion, pacing frantically. Control, he had control. His body was his, if only for the time being. With the movement came the surety of his being, the voices easier to ignore. He sheltered himself in the focus of action, grounding in the stretch of muscles and feeling of the sturdy floor beneath his hooves. Deep breaths, just like Philza said. Or, as deep as he could get with the fabric muffling his every inhale. 

You call me unwise and yet you would waste your dwindling resources, The Blood God chided. 

The Blade huffed and slumped back into his sleeping position, hock bouncing. He hated this. It made him antsy, which led to fidgeting, which led to the reminder that he was wasting energy, feeding his anxious thoughts. Being contained only ever fueled his need to move. A tension building pressure until he felt he had to either burst into motion or simply explode. He had no idea when the Foundation would let him eat again. But they had to, eventually. The Foundation didn’t kill anomalies, for all the horror that entailed. Esurance could choke him in its jagged vice, but the Foundation would not permit it to wring the last drop of life out of him. He would not die. 

B̶u̸t̴ ̸y̷o̵u̶ ̴w̷o̴u̶l̴d̴ ̵b̶e̴ ̸w̶e̵a̴k̴.̸

̶T̸h̵e̷ ̴p̵e̴r̴f̵e̸c̵t̷ ̴t̶i̴m̷e̵ ̷t̶o̸ ̵s̴t̴r̴i̸k̴e̶—

̷W̵o̶u̸l̵d̸ ̸y̸o̶u̶ ̴b̶e̵g̸?̶

̷W̵o̶u̴l̴d̵ ̷y̵o̴u̷ ̷l̴e̷t̵ ̸t̸h̴e̴m̴ ̵r̸i̷p̸ ̶t̴h̴e̶ ̸f̴i̸g̴h̵t̴ ̷f̷r̶o̷m̴ ̶y̵o̴u̷r̵ ̵s̵o̴u̶l̴?̶

You dregs of soulbonds are so self-important as to flog him? There is no honor in making a massacre of your own forces! The Blood God snarled, whirling upon the voices. They shrunk back at the reprimand. This would never break him. There will be blood in the days to come, heed me well. Take up vigilance, not this useless in-fighting. 

It was some respite, at least. The rebuked voices crackled apart, before coming to consensus on the injustice of it, howling that he seek vengeance. Just as annoying as before, but at least they weren’t attacking him anymore. Begruding gratitude filled him. Then unceremoniously, he mentally dumped The Blood God into the sea of voices. The avatar of war spluttered in undignified fashion as he was dragged back into the writhing masses. 

[Injury log for object: ███ █████ ███. Handler ███ █████ is sent in to monitor progress once it begins to sleep. Scratches appear to be scabbing. Disinfectant, bandages, and Elizabethan collar are applied to ensure satisfactory reversal of damages incurred. 

Upon waking up, object destroyed collar.]

The last instance of human contact was days ago, when they put him in a stupid cone of shame. Obviously that wasn’t going to fly, but ever since the rebellion there hadn’t been an ounce of interaction. Definitely not while he was awake, but also not while sleeping, either, based on the stale scent of human. His stomach burned, movements sluggish. Despite the growing pile of food that taunted him, about all that was left in it was bile and what water he managed to strain through his gag. Sleep escaped him as his stomach contracted in painful ways. Hazily, he could sense the presence of The Blood God hung over, inescapable, but he scarcely had the energy to boot him out. Normally his companionship was so distant, but the Foundation blurred the line he’d worked so hard to maintain. The Blade wasn’t used to the overbearing aura, but then again his life had never been threatened in so slow and intangible a manner as starvation. 

The Blade curled in the corner of the room where he’d rooted up the plush floor into bedding. Maybe if he pretended he was sleeping his body would fall for it, and slumber would ease the torment. 

His eyes flickered open as dim lights clicked on. A hesitant employee stood at the human entrance, poignant with fear. Given the near herculean amount of effort needed to raise his head, about all The Blade did was blink at her. Probably for the best, since the human looked like they’d bolt in a heartbeat. Or, till the door slammed down and trapped the pair together. Some latent instinct told him it wouldn’t be hard to corner her and finally quench his hunger. An absurd thought, really, he wouldn’t be able to eat a corpse any easier than the massive stack of nutrition bricks. 

Get up, The Blood God hissed. The boar behemoth lurched, half lunging upwards before The Blade seized control once more. He crashed to the floor in a mound of ripped-up stuffing, groaning. A moment to gather his bearings, and then he offered an enfeebled wave to the employee flattening themself against the wall. That is your enemy, the Blood God snarled. Cull the creature that has laid you so low. Show them the consequences they so rightfully earned!

Or, she has come to free us. For some reason, The Blood God was not convinced. Rolling pulses of dissent roared in his ears, the masses planting seeds of paranoia and sabotage in his mind. At the employee’s hesitant approach, he simply blinked languidly, waiting. 

Fine. I’ll do it myself. Frankly, The Blade was expecting the usurpation far sooner. The moment The Blood God lunged for control he slammed down mental fortitudes, lips curling back in a smirk. He’d spent his entire life building himself protection from the ghosts in his head, and even now, wasting away, his defenses did not fail. He could feel the avatar of war throwing himself at the barriers, desperate to wreak havoc. But his howls for wrath fell on deaf ears. 

Still, his hackles bristled at the scrape of metal in her hands. The weapon -no, keys- thumped onto the floor as the employee startled back. Their hands held out in pacification: “I’m n-not going to hurt you. I was t-t-told to take the muzzle off. Please don’t kill me.” Lies! The foe is capitalizing on your vulnerability! Strike first! But The Blade’s mane slowly unfluffed. 

When her courage was gathered, the employee started at the tusks, unlocking the supporting chains. About all The Blade did was flick an ear at them. Hunger flared at the tantalizing possibility of finally getting to eat again. Just stay still and he’d be free. 

As if one would ever unshackle a prisoner. They’re going to attack while you’re weak. The Blood God growled as the human tucked out of sight, escaping even his encompassing field of vision. Light touches against fur matted with blood and raw with scabs. Paranoid anxiety swirled in his chest for all he knew it didn’t belong to him. What was she doing back there? The muzzle pulled on his snout, straps digging in. Making it tighter? A little further and he’d begin to suffocate. Maybe they’d decided starving was taking too long, and preferred mechanical asphyxiation. What could he possibly do to fight it? Now was the moment to strike, before they secured his demise, now, when there was an enemy to face, now, now, now!

But The Blade held him back…at least, until a jostle of the strap sent the line of barbs slicing through his scabs. One jerk of his head. That’s all it took, a single moment of falter in his control. The tusk sliced cleanly through her jugular. The Blade panicked, looming over the spluttering, dying human. Desperately, he tried to apply pressure to the wound, only for their fragile neck vertebrae to snap beneath his hands. No. No no no– he needed them, they couldn’t be dead– he watched the life drain from the human’s eyes.

The Blade scrambled with the muzzle, desperate for the slimmest possibility enough buckles were undone that he could get it off. But it was just as secure as ever. He was trapped. He was trapped, and he’d nearly been saved only for him to ruin it. No, not him; The Blood God. He whirled upon the god, mentally screaming at him. 

You would do well to learn worship is the proper response to my rescues. There wasn’t any real malice to it, The Blood God displeased but unmoved by his seething anger. Bloodlust satiated, he lumbered back to the cheering masses, sinking back into subconscious. Howls of triumph drowned The Blade, a lone speck of betrayal and sharp fear amidst the cries of victory. He waited for hours on the hope the door would open once more. It couldn’t go on much longer, surely. He couldn’t survive much longer like this. 

The door remained close. 

[Injury log for object: ███ █████ ███. Object is severely malnourished. Initially it was to be released from punishment four days in, but due to misbehavior it was impossible to discontinue the Special Containment Procedure without casualties. The muzzle has been removed now that the object is incapable of reacting to stimuli. It is presumed object: ███ █████ ███ will behave better in the future to avoid extended punishment.

So far, there has been a considerable decrease in biting incidents.]

#sbi whumptober #sbi scp au #fault au #sbi fanfic #sbi au #scp #scp oc #dehumanisation tw #technoblade #technoblade fanfic #scp technoblade #muzzle #starving #mmmm I have so many thoughts on the relationship between #the blood god #and the blade. But The Blade absolutely refuses to examine the dynamic #its gonna be sooo long before he has the character development to do so ah #evil scientist #something to nom on

[ruotsalainen-kettu]

So I visited Åbo Svenska Teater today and I gotta ramble about their Dracula production because I love analysing things but am too tired to do it IN Swedish rn. If you speak Swedish or any similar Germanic language - Or Finnish, because they have subtitles (!! Subtitles in theatre!! I was shooketh) Go there. Seriously.

Anyway: It's a musical. It's a comedy. Its all over the place but in the best way. Spoilers ahead. (Surprisingly.)

Last time I stepped into a theatre was in 10th grade and uh. Let's not talk about that.

This was... intense? Not just the acting but also the sets and props and all, it's super cool. On a technical level - they use confetti as blood, the lighting is incredible, the use of space is VERY well done, they even have a rotating part in the stage. The coach scene was FANTASTIC, as was the ghost ship. Super spooky! Not to speak of the choreography. It's not fucking Dance of the Vampires or whatever, but the theater is pretty small so what gives. Shit, they had more than one person drop from the ceiling both in a harness and with these sheet things. It was sick!

Everybody has a theme, which are VASTLY stylistically different. Van Hellsing is metal ofc whereas Dracula is a classical singer.

The color symbolism was prettt neat too. Vampires are the only ones wearing red, with Dracula being the only one wearing both on occasion. (And some killer heels.) Both Mina and Lucy get red accents on their black dresses once they are connected to Dracula and Lucy, once she was turned, wore white with red. This gets even clearer in the last scene, where the humans are all clothed in black and the vampires red. (And Van Helsing is olive but that's a different story.)

Anyway, I could write an essay about what they changed in relation to the book because it's a lot, least of all the weirdly indistinct setting of "jokes about excel and mansplaining but everyone's dressed like the 1880s in glitter" BUT it's for comedy, I didn't expect them to bust out period-accurate clothing. They left out scenes that would have been impossible or plain boring to translate to theatre and some of it was changed to give more interaction, such as conversations between Dracula and Lucy or Mina.

The only thing I have actual gripes with is that they took out Quicey Morris.

Well not took out. He's there in name, but they turned Quincey "Texas finest cowboy" into a shy dude who has one line in the first act (establishing he's the character and that he seems to have a crush on Lucy). His entire point in the story arc is that he's unremarkable and forgettable because that's the underlying conflict between humans and vampires (leaving traces etc... very philosophical). Like excuse me??? The original Quincy is a fan favorite because in a book made to be scary and menacing he's the one (albeit accidentally...) dude who's actually funny. He's big (in personality) and he's brave and important enough the Harkers name their kid after him. I see the logic behind the choice but that doesn't mean I have to like it 🤨

On the up side the dynamic between Dracula and Jonathan is super gay, but that's just accurate to the source. (Also... Dracula x Van Helsing anyone?)

Van Helsing was a bit of a dick, which is surprising considering he has like 5 lines total and just looks badass otherwise. Running off like a fucking diva after Mina rightfully questions him? Bruh. More "older bear Nathan Drake" than wise mentor. Oh well.

I have more thoughts but I'll leave you (the three people who actually read this lol) be. Go support your local theater.

#foxy speaks #foxy erasmus #dracula #i feel like i forgot musicals exist

[majoringinsarcasm]

WHAT THE HECK IS UP PARTY PEOPLE THIS EPISODE WAS MADE FOR ME SPECIFICALLY LETS GOOOOO

Well if we didn’t know from the title alone what was gonna happen heheheheh

WAIT THE INTO CHANGED E SEE JAUNES FACE SHUT UP AHHHH

Oh ok I see this chapter was made to hurt me personally ok cool

HE SAW CRESCENT ROSE????

what the fuck

This is a literal horror movie HE PICKED A CLOCK FROM A TREE AND TIME WENT BACKWARDS HES ALL ALONE

Hey uh here uh hey what the FUCK

HE HAD TO WAIT FOR THEM TO FALL im sick I’m so sick

NOT A GROUP HUG I SAID I WOULD DISSOLVE AND NOW IM CRYING NOOOOOOOOO

I’m so serious if he dies or cannot go back home I will not be able to handle it. Like y’all don’t get it I will Not be consolable

AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AYYYYYYYYYYYY KARA MUST BE LOVING THIS OK WHITEKNIGHT OK OK I SEE YOU

I know a lot of ppl don’t like it bc early volume Jaune was a total dork loser nerd almost nice guy but really he wasn’t he was just a dork but I don’t have many super strong opinions about ships besides the bees, Renora and I think Rosegarden is cute. So while I’m not like an active Whiteknight shipper…. Girl get it lmao WEISS YOUR FACE HAHAHAH

Im gonna Cry

Like I just wanna be clear I’m not Mad at Jaune At All. This poor guy has been here alone for years and has had plenty of time to “lick his wounds” but he had to do it Alone with no outside input or kind words or a friend to cry with. Him being harsh makes me sad bc it just. When Ren yelled at him after they lost Oscar he didn’t lash out or Anything but the girls sitting and talking and arguing sets him off bc. He’s been ALONE I’m so sick

His village 🥺 he knows the names of places I’m

What if he really doesn’t go back I know there was talk of Neo staying behind but y’all

Im. Going. To. Scream.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ONNNNNNNNNNNNMN also I can’t tell if the Ever After has independent weather as well as reaching to Ruby OR if it’s now reaching to Jaune

Im scared

WHO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO bitch we are getting Lore

Is the cat Louis / Lewis

This cat leave my man ALONE

BITCH WHAT IS HAPPENING

A PUNDERSTORM???? Or like Ponder said a different way THIS IS SO MUCH

And it does have its own weather lmao

UM WEISS HELLO

she really is the star of this volume like I’m sorry that’s the truth

“Must’ve had something bigger to work out” OK OK OK OK OK

Ok but I hate heights so I would throw up or pass out if I was Blake and Yang like bruh

HOW DO WE TSKE THE NEXT STEP AHHHHHHHHHHH

LOL Jaune please

Ok so time loops and time trickery are hard. So. Jaune turned back time enough for Alyx and Louis to show up which was. A long time ago maybe idk. So it’s not Neo bc Neo had not yet fallen.so what the hell did Herb show her

POISON?????

Stop it oh my god they’re too cute the emotional whiplash of me crying over Jaune and me crying over Bees I can’t handle it

SHE THINKS HER CAT EARS ARE CUUUUUTE

MAYBE ITS SAYING THINGS WE NEVER SAID TO EACH OTHER

Blake loves how honest Yang is. Adam only ever told her lies or tried to convince her that his way was the correct way. Yang listens to her and never sugarcoats; she never tries to trick. She Does What She Says

Blake never gave up on her even when she showed similar signs of being like Adam she decided to trust her. She wasn’t intimidated by how loud and brash and in her space Yang was. She knows what matters to her and has never been afraid to go for them

ANY BIG TRUTHS WE HAVEN'T DROPPED ON EACH OTHER YET

NOBODY TOUCH ME THE COLORS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL YANG IS AFRAID TO STEP OUT ONTO THE OPEN AIR SHE IS AFRAID BUT BLAKE ITS OK ITS OK YANG BLAKE WILL BE THERE WITH YOU

Also the blushing here is like idk what but it looks so good. Like I can’t describe what I mean but the way it makes their eyes look so bright it’s just very good AND SEEING YANG BLUSH SO MUCH SHE'S SO CUTE

EVERYONE SIT DOWN NOBODY MOVE GET ON THE GROUND LOOK AT THIIIIIIIS LOOK AT THEEEEEEM

BLAKE LMAO BLAKE WAS READYYYYYY

STOP ATOP STOP IM CRYING OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD THEY ARE SO CUUUUUUUUTE THE BLUSHING IM TELLING YOU ITS SO GOOD THIS IS ALL SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL

DO YOU LOVE THE COLOR OF THE BUMBLEBY SKY

and then back to my saddest boy ever GOD the whiplash

Alright cat I understand how you feel. But the girls up front told you they were trying to go home. Yes they were trying to get you to take them there but they didn’t offer you any deals or say they would bring you to Remnant. Unless you’re Louis and we’re betrayed by your sister in which case that’s fucked up and I’m on your side it all depends on WHAT THE FUCK ALYX DID DOES ANYONE KNOW CAUSE WE STILL DONT

but like we have four episodes left WHAT are we gonna do gang

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

NOT BLAKE WITH THE PRINCESS DIARIES FOOT POP

JAUNE SHIPS IT TOO LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO LMAO HES BEEN WAITING THE LONGEST OF ANYONE

oh my god if that’s crescent rose I’m gonna scream

Oh but she doesn’t want it / isn’t ready to pick it up again GOD IM CRYING

so. Is she gonna trade crescent rose in order to leave is that the vibe I’m getting.

GOD THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I won’t lie I was spoiled about the kiss but that was my own being silly fault but I only knew that they did kiss and not THE COMPLIMENTS AND CONFESSION BRIDGE and also like. Y’all I love Jaune Arc of the Arc Family so goddamn much so this episode was for me THEY CHANGED THE INTRO TO SHOW HIS SAD FACE god lordy what the fuck is next week gonna do to me

#rwby 9 spoilers #reaction #long post #GOD GOD GOD OH MY GOD #ALL OF THE BOTTLES LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE BOTTLE IS POPPED

[bowieandqueen11]

i think of you as golden, not sure if its a color but you're my safe space and it reminds me of that taylor swift lyric that love feels golden, like daylight

Bruh like... I'm actually choking up?? This is so beautiful oh my gosh, it literally was my dream when I set up this Tumblr account for it to one day at least feel like a safe space for at least one person, so this has legit brought tears to my eyes ty so much ily <3

[bruhtechno]

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Criteria for Evaluating Marketing Companies

Before diving deep into jodhpur's leading marketing companies, let's understand the core factors that define their excellence:

Expertise across channels: Whether it's mastering SEO, creating viral SMM campaigns, crafting engaging content, launching effective PPC advertisements, or designing impactful Email Marketing strategies, their expertise spans all channels.

Industry-specific know-how: The best marketers are those who understand industry-specific nuances. Every industry has its pulse, and the best in business know how to tap into it.

Creativity and Strategy: Great marketing is both art and science. Crafting campaigns that resonate requires a creative touch while ensuring they perform demands a strategic mindset.

Track Record: Success leaves clues. The top marketing companies have a lineage of success stories, further attesting to their prowess.

The Digital Visionaries of Jodhpur: What Sets Them Apart

What keeps jodhpur's marketing giants at the forefront in a rapidly evolving digital landscape?

Adaptability: They quickly adapt to industry shifts, ensuring they stay ahead of the curve.

Customized Solutions: No two businesses are the same. These companies understand this and offer tailored strategies.

Unwavering Client Support: Effective communication, constant updates, and a passion for seeing their clients succeed set them apart.

Reliability: They promise, and they deliver. Time and again.

Enriching Local Business: Their contributions to Jaipur's business community are commendable and tangible.

Choosing the Right Marketing Company for Your Business

It's not just about choosing a marketing company but the right one.

Define Your Needs: Understand your goals with your digital campaigns.

Do Your Homework: Dive deep into potential partners' track records, expertise, and reviews.

Clear Communication: Establish clear lines of communication. Set expectations right.

Assess ROI: Beyond the dazzle of campaigns, the results matter. Ensure cost-effectiveness and tangible results.

The Future of Digital Marketing in Jodhpur

Technology is evolving at a rapid pace. Technology is constantly evolving, and the future of digital marketing in Jaipur looks promising. Emerging trends will provide businesses with more tools to captivate their audience. As Jaipur's digital scene flourishes, its marketing companies will undoubtedly be at the helm, guiding businesses toward unparalleled growth.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Jaipur's dynamic digital marketing landscape presents opportunities for businesses seeking to establish a formidable online presence. Partnering with the right digital marketing services in Jodhpur can catalyze your brand's success in the digital sphere. The city's rich heritage and forward-thinking digital visionaries create a unique environment where businesses can thrive and connect with global audiences.

Being at the forefront requires an enthralling strategy and a continuous effort to keep pace with the latest developments. When you pick a trusted digital marketing services provider located in jodhpur, it is not only investing in the long-term future of your business and its employees but also being able to access an incredible ecosystem where the concepts of growth and innovation are linked.

In addition, whether you're an individual business in Jodhpur looking to increase your presence online or a large corporation that wants to impact the Jaipur online scene, be aware that utilizing the top digital marketing tools can make a change. We wish you the best of luck in your digital marketing efforts in jodhpur and worldwide!

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[ducknotinarow]

2012 Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

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Mikey! I am pretty biased on 2012 mikey personally I will say blame it on his VA who is one of my favorites have even gotten to meet them uwu I just love him. I feel they didn't always give him the spot light he should but I do appreciate the show many times showing how competent Mikey is often shocking his brothers like the gang on how to figure out where Casey is using Cell phone signals simply cause its how he tracks the pizza delivery boy.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"Micheal at your service,"

In an episode while flirting with Renet Mikey states his name is Michael middle name Angelo which is why I did it like this and misspelled Michael cause I can see him forgetting the a there XD

Of course, Mikey also uses big letter because he is by far the most out going of all his brothers. Due to Mikeys more empathic nature he dose write with a much more softer pressure due to his confidence his signature can be read pretty easy even if Mikey sort of decided Angelo is his middle name likey due to the fact he is more often called Mikey anyway. Micheal when hes in serious trouble Michelangelo when worse trouble. Mikeys enthusiasm can also be shown thanks to how he crosses his t's making them looped and near like a cross. And well Mikey may not be able to hold the title of artist in the family he is creative and his more rounded letting shows this.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Aw man thanks to Ranet we've been all over tha place!"

As mentioned in Raph's The turtles have traveled to a lot of places in truth going to space, other worlds and even time periods. Of course, Mikey apparently has done more time traveling than his brothers claiming he and renet have hung out with them knowing.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"I've never been in the wild much I don't even know like what all turtles can do? I mean I been to Jersey before and the farm house we hid out at." Mikey is a tad inbetween I would say he is far more a city turtle loving the convince of it even if he lives in a sewer. He likes having better access to things like internet and tv after all. He liked the farm house because of the chickens though and he did enjoy camping with his brothers. Mikey was able to connect to nature pretty decently but he is far more in tune at times. HEck Mikey is more willing to rough it when him and his brothers are stuck in time eating a mub and berry bark pizza.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"First uh? hmmm man I guess when Splinter told us about how we got our home and when he gave me mu nunchucks?"

Im sure Mikey remembers a bit further back maybe not so much when he was a baby outside some vague things maybe, mostly he remembers when they were presented with thier weapons as one if thier passing stages for thier training under splinter. Sure Mikey dosent get much of a reason it speech behind why he got his nunchucks but Splinter well not always understanding Mikey dose seem to note his potential and ability and nunchucks require a lot of focus to be used and to Mikey this was a way of splinter stating Mikey could handle such a weapon.

He takes great care of his weapons and learned to work them in with his more unorthodox style and arcobact way of maneuvering when he fights.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"P I to the doublr Z-a duh bruh it's pizza!"

of course it's Pizza mikeys real ture love is Pizza clearly this boy has stated he can eat two all by himself and often keeps boxes of pizza in his bed room to eat ot stashes slices in his shell so clearly he'll eat it stale but were gonna gloss over this fact I feel xD cause boys disgusting loves to experiment and trying different sorts of toppings and he has no limit of what he'll put on it from the usual toppings to jelly beans. Funny enough he hate pineapple but if he wants to piss of raph he'll throw some on.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Ehh long as it ain't polka I'm pretty chill with an tune long as I can bust a move."

I would say mikey more into music like tencho. Pop and electric pop wven something works well when he dances or even fights since he since he has displayed the ability to fight well not thinking the best working purely off instinct. Mikey also have a decent singing voice seeing as he dose the vocals for the ice cream kitty MV. Yeah not cannon but he dose sing in the show here and there as well.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

" sensie would say gotta learn from but don't ley it control ya."

Mikeys more just tries to let things go because he feels something just are not worth it. It's kond of why he let's alot of his brothers remarks go he knows in part its a brotherly thing but sometimes he can't help but hold on to what they say about him.

Because he is the youngest he sometimes feels his brothers only see him as a screw up even running away from.the farm house when feel loke thst didn't want him around anymore. He's snapped at Raphael on the angry planet showing he dose in fact get pretty hurt over Raphaels comments as well.

Byt he feels sometimes it's better to let things go because even if his brothers can be harsh on him he also knows those three would do anything to any one if he got hurt. They will chase him down to find him if he gose missing and well they are in thier own ways looking out for him so he tries to focus on that instead.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Hmm I sleep fine actually now when I was younger though I sort of struggled sleeping alone when we got our own rooms think I just got used to be near my bros."

mikey dosent really snuggle with sleep head hits a pillow and he's out. When they were far younger though? Mikey often would sneak to sleep with one of his brothers due to frequent nightmares he dealt with.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"Raphs a great artis but I loke to dabble in the arts myself."

Mikey draws like a five year old and I love it. Definitely tries to draw loke Raph can he admires his older brother skill and tries to improve often drew a lot with raph when they were younger but cause raph is better he tended to opt for having them just so it for him instead. He loves to draw it just a fun hobby for him though she he's nit all the versed in it himself. But his favorite artis is Raphael his brother for sure.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Thibk I'm about on everything? I lpvr meeting people online! Just don't tell Don that I've meet a few of them in person."

As mikey has stated hes pretty much on about every platform Facebook Twitter forums ect some he uses more than others anything that allows for mkre interactions tends to be what he uses more in that day. He has a few mutual across platforms mainly from fandoms. Just as he is in personal mikey very social online and has decent followings.

He has run the risk and met a few of his online in person donnir tries to stop him anf at first it worked but once donnie got with the von of this verse Mikeu decided to be a rebeal and went to the next meet up. He is also friends with one of the pizza guys often getting free pizza because of this.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"I like meeting people."

Miekys a social butterfly he shoild be a bit more reserved but he can't help it hes a people person he loves social interaction and will hang out with kind of anyone who will give him attetion and yes this has been in fact a bad thing time to time

But at the same time work for the team over all since he befriend many people who started off being possible villians lole Leatherhead, Monday and that frog dude even. Unknown to his brothers mikey actually gets around and talks to a fee humans and such often flying under the radar they don't seem to be fully aware of all he dose when they aren't watching him. Sometimes it betters he's not left bored cause he will find a way to get into trouble.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"I mean ninaj school I'm a master at it clearly"

Mikeys stated to have the most raw talent of course but he's also generally pretty smart even able to understand donnie when others can't even if sometimes he just joking and going along with Don's enthusiasm he by extension has learned because of this.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"Aww I love them they are soo cute!"

Mikey dose like animals he took in the stray cat April found after all and felt horrible when he cause her to.mutate into ice cream kitty who he talks great care of even making sure she has a safe way to be relocates to the Fram house and back to New York after.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"I love getting gifts!"

he's the youngest what can I say can kind of saw the t pod don made is sort of a gift for mokeu since he uses the most and openly volunteered to test it out and lokely dose often for donnie experiments xD

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"Family I'm all about my famillia."

I feel it can be safe to say Mikey looks up to each brother and they show it prettt well. He dosent tend to be annoyed by how they sort of baby him at times or discredit him made worse when in the 12 verse they are all the same age. But often Mikey feels his brothers forget this fact and it can greatly annoy him time to time because he's gone through a lot of the stuff they all have and then some but they tend to not always acknowledge this stuff he knkws in part its because they are older and there's a is a bit of lookong out for thier brother here.

Mikey of course dose experience a bit jealous when it comes to knew people coming into to his brothers lives April the least but they saved her so she was always an expection to Mikey. Casey and Von though both are subjects of jealously but mostly due to Mikey feeling lonely and feeling he lost a brother in a way. Because he is pretty damn close to Raph and Donnie. Not so much going against Leo because he feels he's not a good leader but more hey they are doing so I will too. Seeing how Mikey often plays the baby bro card on Leo the most and gets away with it with alot.

Raph may pick and bully Mikey a bit but Raphs also the one who jumps to protect mikeys first not to mention Mikey sort of learns smack talk from raph wanting to come off just about as tough.

Donnie is often group up with in the team B of the team later called the A- minis team. You can tell mokey seems to have an intrest in sicene and often messes in Don's lab but donnie makes seem cool and exciting but he also dosent always let mikey in the lab sooo yeah he over steps and and mess stuff pretty often but it's also be the result if accidently achievements. And it why he was able to make the antidote for the wasps.

Leo I feel mikeu got closer with over time since theu both can bind over being mega fans for a TV series.

Mikeys is always the one needing protection physically but Mikey is also the one who protects his brothers emotionally. He often step up when thier emotions lead to bad choices or making mistakes and he can sort of meet them head on when it comes to over stressing themselfs or lashing out he knows sometimes his brother can't handle thier emotions or don't want to so he sort of gives them that outlet they need so badly

#muse| hamato michelangelo #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[muse head cannons] #muse bio: hamato michelangelo #meme answes #ic reply #stay queued

[a-red-panda]

2 people wanted this so here we go! the full this will be under the read more cuz its a lot. also ignore spelling mistakes im too lazy to fix them also the ratings are my opinions. if you feel differently please lmk cuz i love talking about these movies

Hellraiser 1 - the original. The best tbh. Sets up a really good foundation for the rest of the series. The plot is mainly about a family thats kinda not that great with each other. Kristi doesnt like her stepmom and the feeling is mutual. But also the stepmom has had an affair with her husband, kristis dad, brother frank. Frank wanted to be more kinky and heard of a way to do so (hint thats the box and also the “you opened the box. I came”) but uh oh! He summoned ancient sex demons called cenobites! But he escaped and now is making kristis stepmom kill people to bring him back. Long story short kristi finds the box, makes a deal with the hell priest aka pinhead, and eventually kills frank. Frank does say a fucking great line right at the end tho. Also there is a dragon

Easy 10/10 classic also the scene with chatters fingers in kritis mouth gets me feeling some sort of way

Hellraiser 2 - a direct sequel to the first. Still follows kristi. Frank is dead dead. But kristis mom is still here and is now making a doctor (who loves to basically torture his patients) kill for her. So she is the new and improved frank. But there is also a puzzle master who was manipulated into opening the box. But she didnt know what the box does so the cenobites just let her go. We see leviathan, the god in charge of creating cenobites basically. Kristis mom is kinda like the mediator. Also the doctor becomes a cenobite and is kinda fucked up in the best way. But puzzle master defeats levathens box-that-turned-into-a-triangle. 

Another 10/10 for me. Love the maze also girlboss

Hellraiser 3 - the one that starts to have it go downhill. No kristi. Now a reporter. But also theres a girl who cant dream with a toxic af ex. The ex has a cenobite statue and kills girls after he had sex with them. The statue wants the girl who cant dream. Also wants the reporter. At this point its a solid story imo but itll soon go downhill. Basically the key moment in this movie is when the club gets taken over and a bunch of shitty cenobites are spawned. Theres cd-head who spits cds. Camera-head who had a great one liner and thats it. (please look up pics of cd and camera head its fucking great) The ex was one also but tbh i dont remember. The girl who cant dream also turned into a cenobite which made no sense. Also her design sucked ass. 

6/10 the fight at the end was funny and great but not very hellraiser tbh

Hellraiser bloodline - this is it. This is where the series goes downhill. So there is 3 different timelines that all go on simultaneously. And it kinda sucks. Im gonna tell the story in chronological order and not how the movie did it. So some rich dude in the 1800(?) wanted a box to summon a demon. Toymaker made one. They summoned a demon. This box is the box that summons the cenobites. Its now named the lament configuration. Descendants of the toymaker is hunted by this demon chick. She isnt a cenobite btw. But then some dude in “modern” time (modern for when this movie came out) is an artist (architect? Tbh i dont remember) but also a descendant. So the demon chick hunts him down. He summons cenobites. They make the demon girl a cenobite. The toymaker lineage is still going strong in the YEAR 3000???? IN SPACE??? WE ARE IN SPACE BRUH anyways the new descendant wants to blow up this ship to kill the cenobites. Cuz the box works in space. And it works i guess??

4/10 sexy demon lady cenobite is fucking hot

Hellraiser Inferno - the main character is a cop that cheats on his wife, does hard drugs, doesnt seem to care for his kid, and lies to his boss about important murder info. So basically hes terrible. So this dude is obsessed with finding the engineer who is killing people. Also the lament configuration is still here. He meets more new cenobites mainly the wire twins (which has the most confusingly erotic scene in the whole film iynyn) everyone think the main dude is the killer. Everyone around him dies and also he seems to be going through a lot mentally when in reality he opened the box and pinhead is coming after him. Big plot twist? Hes now in a time loop 3/10 points for the wire twins

Hellraiser Hellseeker - ok so. Kristi is back! She is now married to a piece of shit dude who brought her the box for their wedding anniversary. But also she is missing and the husband is the #1 suspect obviously. But he swears that its not him. But also he cheats on kristi with his boss. The husband has a series of hallucinations cuz he opened the box. But also his boss is now dead and he is the #1 suspect…….again. But his coworker was like “dude you fucked up our plan to get all of kristis money when we wanted to stage her death as a suicide”. Turns out this entire thing was a dream and kristi made a deal with the cenobites and she is still alive

5/10 tbh the plot twist at the end saved the entire movie for me

Hellraiser Deader - ok this one is confusing and tbh i barely remember it so bare with me. Reporter girl is given a tape by her boss and told to investigate it. Its a cult around the lament configuration. So she is trying to figure out more and goes on wacky adventures including an orgy train. But the people who died in this cult place actually come back to life. Thats a big part. But it has to be a certain way. Ok so at this point i googled the plot and i still cant make sense of it sooo…….

6/10 i actually enjoyed this movie even tho i have no clue whats going on

Hellraiser hellworld - hear me out. What if the lament configuration was a video game? I shit you not that is the plot. If you solve the box then you get an invitation to a special party. Bunch of friends blame themselves for their friends suicide btw. The host is this old man btw. But the people are taken apart one by one and killed by the cenobites. Or the host. Actually its kinda both. The host is actually their dead friends dad who drugged them and turned out this is all a hallucination. Also he summoned the cenobites from the box that his son used so turns out their dead friend was just kinky. But 2 people lived

4/10 not bad but not good. Also i had no idea that henry cavill was in it

Hellraiser Revelations - 2 families meet up on the anniversary of their sons death. One son was dating the others daughter. They filmed themselves going to mexico and getting drunk. Also having sex with other ladies and filming it. But one of them died. So they kinda go on the run? But in the end they are given the box so its kinda obvious where they are. But its not! Cuz one of them, the one with the sister, is still alive! But hes not acting right! Also the house is kinda in its own space field cuz they cant go anywhere or call anyone. Turns out (after a fucking awful scene where the bro and sis kiss) the brother isnt actually the brother but the friend who stole the others skin. But the dude comes back and kills him

5/10 eh wanted more pinhead

Hellraiser judgment - so this dude (who is highkey kinda cute tho) writes peoples sins? And another dude eats it. Its so fucking gross. So there is a detective who works with his bro. Detective is way to invested in the person that they are looking for who is killing a lot of people. Also btw the dog doesnt die! The dog is just stuffed in a ladies womb! Tbh i actually liked this movie. New detective sees that the dude is kinda sus. The bro says nah hes cool. But also hes not. He meets the cenobites but a fucking angel was like nope he cant die send him back out. Pinhead is essentially a mob boss in this one and i kinda love it. But he is not happy he wants to kill. The dude opened the box so pinhead must kill. Anyways turns out the dude is the killer and they figured this out from tale of 2 cities. But pinhead wants to kill!!! The angel stops him again saying that they need more sin. Hey remember how frank died in the first film with the hooks and that awesome final line? Yea they remake that with the angel it was pretty sick tbh

8/10 the eating in this movie made me sick

#hellraiser #slasher #horror movies #slashers #im gonna reblog this later with my verdict with the new one #i just wanted to get this out there

[obliviouskeiths]

the way that voltron really over estimated how important the plot was to us like... the show became so plot driven when the plot its self was so cloudy, overly complicated and not fun to follow...just...

#like bruh ITS SET IN SPACE!!! #EXPLORE THE ALIENS!!! #LIKE S1 & 2 DID #I WANNA SEE MEMORABLE CHRACTERS UNIDUE CULTURES NEW ALIEN DESIGNS PLS!!!!! #I DONT CARE ABOUT THE ATLAS #I DONT CARE ABOUT EART #I DONT CARE ABOUT THE NEW CADETS #I DONT CARE ABOUT CLONE SHIRO OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT WAS #I WANNA HAVE CHRACTER DRIVEN STORIES WITH DIFFERENT PLANETS GODDAMMIT #ugh im so...mad #like its been 1year ishould let it go but i just. #im rewatching atla and im Thinking of rewatching v*ltron #then i rembered how much i Hate it #enyways #ew.x #just a ramble #voltron #vld