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sindri42 · 1 year

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What is capitalism if private ownership and monopolization are out

This is about the insulin thing, right? Let me walk you through the steps.

The current situation is, there are three big corporations making insulin. They make it for super cheap, like $2 a dose or something including packaging and distribution and all that jazz, but they know that people need this stuff in order to not die, so there's no reason to restrain themselves as far as pricing goes. So they sell the stuff for like $500 a vial, earning a tidy 25,000% profit, because what are customers gonna do, not buy it?

In a capitalist system, this is a huge opportunity for anybody with a few thousand in seed money and a smidge of ambition. The process of making insulin is hardly a secret. I might not have the economy of scale going and I need a big up-front investment for equipment, but even if it costs me five times as much per dose to produce the stuff, that's still less than 2% of the current market price. So I start making and distributing the stuff for $10 a vial, and selling it for $400, and all the customers see that they can get the same product for $100 less so they stop buying from those three big companies and start buying from my startup. Then a month later, somebody else comes along with the same idea but undercuts me, and I lose all my customers to sombody willing to sell the stuff for $350, but that's fine I just change all my labels to sell for $300 and they come rushing back, and I'm still making $290 pure profit on every vial. Fast forward a couple years, and the market price of insulin is like, $12 a vial tops, because if you try to get profit margins any bigger than that you're the most expensive option and nobody buys from you. There was never any altruism involved in that process, no magic, no glorious savior who figured out a way to impose their will upon the world in order to save lives, just ordinary greedy humans fighting each other to make more money for themselves, but the end result is that the people who need this stuff to survive get it for a tiny fraction of what they used to be paying.

In the system that we're actually using, the three big corporations go to the government with three big suitcases full of cash, and the government passes a law that says anybody who tries to make insulin who isn't one of the three big corporations goes directly to prison forever. All the competition vanishes, and without the risk of somebody selling the same product for less they're able to keep raising the price as much as they want. I mean, if you get up to the point where the majority of your customers literally can't buy it anymore and they die then you have fewer customers, so going up into the millions per vial would be counterproductive, but as long as the majority of people who need insulin can just barely scrape together enough, you maximize your profits. And all it costs is widespread human suffering and a few surprisingly affordable bribes.

And then here's the really funny part: the corporations that benefit most from government interference in the market? They're the ones that fund all the media that convinces kids that the solution to all their problems is to give the government even more control over every aspect of life. They're the ones who pushed the narrative that 'libertarian' is synonymous with 'pedophile'. They're the ones who bury stories about corrupt politicians so you never question how a congressman can have a salary under $200,000 a year, go into the position with a net worth of a million dollars, and come out eight years later as a billionaire. Almost every "anti-capitalist" movement out there, if you follow the chain of evidence back, is funded directly by the corporations it claims to oppose, because shifting the balance of power further away from the individual and more toward the State means more profit for the people who are in a position to manipulate the state.

Now, this isn't to say that a free market is without problems. If there was zero regulation of the production of insulin, then a particularly unethical person could undercut the legitimate sources by making a loose approximation of the product people need for much cheaper by using dangerous or ineffective methods, and then sell it at prices that legitimate manufacturers can't compete with because the purchase price is lower than the manufacturing price. Which means that when you buy insulin, you would need to do your own research into who's got a reputation for quality, and there would be people who straight up die because they decided to go for the $4-6 "insulin" instead of the $12-15 insulin. But I'm pretty sure that would still be better than the only option being $500.

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 11 months

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Hey there, been enjoying your content for a while now! I gotta take the new episode opportunity and request Chaz calling the reader to help him get away from Crimson, like a last minute rescue and finding a way to fake a trophy and trick the mafia, maybe some sex-as-thanks at the end, if you want to. As an addendum, this is an idea I got and plan to write my own fanfic with it, and I'd love to see your take on this scenario!

Life Saver!

Oh how could it all go so so wrong?!

Chaz had been running for, Hell, hours? It'd long since gone dark.

He held his side, a stray bullet from Crimson having hit him while he made his less than elegant escape, the man running through the bustling city that covered the majority of Greed, blood soaking the side of his shirt and quickly working its way down his pants.

Eventually, he'd duck into a back alley, wedging himself between a set of dumpsters. The shark man stayed huddled there for what felt like hours, doing his best to steady his breathing as he stayed sat there.

He'd sit there long enough for the adrenaline to wear off, and once it did, the blood loss finally hit him, the man collapsing in his hidden nook, passing out.

He'd awaken mid morning, wheezing as he stood up, the man clutching his side.

The bleeding had stopped, though his shirt and leg was absolutely soaked in blood.

That wasn't good.

Exiting the alleyway, he was entirely unsure of what the Hell to do.

So, he wandered.

He walked down the Street, body weak, occasionally being bumped into, or stepping over the occasional dead body.

But it'd be after some Imp got his head blown off, Chaz getting covered in brainmatter.

And while he initially complained, wiping his face. However as he spat out brains, he'd find his salvation in the dead Imp's hand.

A Cellphone!

So, snatching it up, he spent a long minute thinking of who he could actually call.

It's not like he had any friends. Burned most bridges. Fucked up the rest.

OH!

There was one person that didn't totally despise his guts. Someone that wouldn't kill him on sight.

So, after a minute trying to remember your number he'd finally pressed it into the phone.

It rang, Chaz desperately hoping you'll answer.

After another minute or so, you'd pick up. Before you could actually say anything Chaz blurted out.

"(Y/N)! Please don't hang up. Please!"

There was a long silence before he heard you sigh. "What do you want Chaz?"

He almost wept, pleading with you.

"Please, look I know Ive been an ass in the past, but I need your help. I've got myself in shit with the mob and your the only person in the seven rings I can trust right now!"

There was several minutes of silence before he added another desperate. "Please!"

There was another moment of silence before you sighed, telling him. "Fine... Do you remember the park where we met?"

He nodded, before smacking his forehead, telling you. "Yeah, I... I'm not too far from it."

"Alright, I can be there in 10. Be there." He released a heavy breath, the man about to thank you before you added. "Dont be seen. If your being followed by the mob, I'd suggest changing clothes, or at least covering up or something. I'll be in a red car."

Then you hung up, and so, following your instructions, he made his way to the park.

He'd manage to snatch a blanket covering up his faux tuxedo'd body. The man managing to cover his hair with a cap he snatched off some kids head.

He made it to the park fairly easily though he was still light headed from the blood loss, his head on a swivel as he watched for red cars.

As he did, he'd spot a pair of men. Men that were obviously on the lookout for sombody.

And not wanting to tempt fate, the shark demon quickly avoided eye contact, staring at the ground in hopes of garnering their attention.

Unfortunately for him, his luck hadn't turned, the set of men obviously spotting him.

He'd struggle to his feet, intending to make a runner. Or well, a shamble, man almost to the street when you finally pulled up.

"Get in!"

You yelled.

And he did, the man leaping in, the shark awkwardly balled up as you sped off, Chaz awkwardly fixing himself, having to move his ridiculous tail as you drove. Chaz sure to toss the blanket and hat, said garments immediately covering another cars window and making it crash.

"UnHoly shit! thank you!"

You didn't say anything, just driving along the street, intentionally not looking at the man.

Youd drive him back your place, making sure to take the long way with plenty of turns just in case someone was following you.

But after a while, you'd pull up to your clinic, you climbing out, coming around and helping him up.

You carried himside, the man weakly thanking you again as you helped his weakened form into a chair.

Youd quickly get to work fixing him up, cleaning and stitching up the wound, the man hissing and groaning at the pain.

"How ya feeling?" Youd ask, finally finished fixing him up.

Taking a few heavy breaths, Chaz chuckled, adjusting his seating before telling you.

"Ah, I'm alright. Will take more than a bullet to take my big dicked, sexy ass out."

You snorted, shaking your head telling him.

"Good... good."

Before you turned and smacked him right across the face.

"That was for getting mixed up with the mob!"

You then smacked him again.

"And that's for drinking all my medical grade alcohol, disappearing for half a year before calling me to save your ass, you prick!"

With that you calmly turned, grabbed your equipment and walking out of the room, the shark demon just sitting, watching as you casually walked away, man holding his sore cheek.

He'd find you cleaning your tools, Chaz awkwardly asking. "Sooo... do you still hate me?" He asked rather nonchalantly.

You paused, slumping over before snorting, shaking your head.

"Your dumbass you know that?" You chuckled, shaking your head, rolling your eyes.

Turning around, you face him, reaching out to cup his cheek, looking over the mark you'd left. You shook your head, looking into his eyes.

"You look like shit." You told him bluntly, the man breaking into laughter, you quickly following.

The both of you sharing a laugh. You sat him down, having him eat something before taking him to your bathroom, telling him to clean up.

Telling him to hand over his clothes when he gets in.

Of course he made a joke about you joining him, but after a singular look hed back down, apologising.

And so, stripping down, he'd hand you his clothes, the man taking a delightfully hot shower.

Youd put his clothes in the wash, finishing up sanitising your equipment before heading back to your room just as Chaz stepped out.

He had the decency to actually wear a towel, the past 24 seemingly taking its toll as he stumbled out the shark, towel barely staying attached as he flopped on your bed.

You just rolled your eyes, the man quickly curling up his massive tail, the man asking in a "sexy" voice, or more accurately, 'half asleep' voice if he could 'pay you back~'.

To which you threw a pair of his pants at him, a pair he'd left at your place the last time he'd been their. I.e. before he ran drunk off his ass on medical grad alcohol.

And so, while he got dressed you'd ask him who he'd managed to piss off.

The man made you promise not to get mad, you telling him to tell you or he could leave.

And so, making the sane choice, he'd reveal it was Crimson.

You were sure to throw something at him, yelling at him for being so stupid as to get mixed up with A Knowlastname.

However, it was as you were about to throw a shoe at him, that it hit you.

You knew exactly how you were gonna gat him out of this situation.

Chaz would ask what you had in mind, you simply throwing the shoe, telling him to get ready, you had somewhere to be.

Chaz would point out he was missing a shirt, and so, you'd throw him a robe, as you didn't have any shirts in his size.

You'd zip off to the "meat market".

Or as you called it, "the sketchy ass back alley market where surgeons get organs and shit for their sketchy ass surgeries".

It wasn't a pleasant place, and not one you went often, but for your purposes you were sure you could find exactly what you needed.

It took a long while to find a cadaver that matched him shockingly well. He was a lanky, recently dead shark shmuck that honestly, looked like he could be Chaz' twin.

And luckily, The dead man had a full set of teeth.

So, grabbing the dead bastard, you'd pay an annoyingly high price, Chaz promising to pay you back, befire you dragged him back to your place, and after some work on Chaz, youd get to work.

Youd check Chaz's teeth, making a mental note, and after some work, you had the cadavers chompers looking almost identical.

You knew of the Mob boss Crimson's proclivity to collect the teeth, horns or collars of his enemies, and as such took extra care that they looked authentic, Chaz spending most of the night with his mouth open.

And so, after a few hours of surgery, you had a very Chaz looking set of teeth.

And so waiting a few days and after taking some rather convincing photos of the mutilated Chaz look alike, man half burnt in a crashed car you found in some alleyway, youd manage to contact Crimson's men.

You spun a long yarn on hearing something about Chaz, you knowing him, making sure to glance over at him as you described him being a dumbass.

Of course theyd ask why you cared, you telling them you had a history and happened to find him dead, likely trying to steal a boobytrapped car, not that you shed a tear in finding him dead.

Something that got a wounded look from Chaz, the two of you sharing a drink at the time, Chaz less than subtly pulling you towards him with his tail, you smacking his tail as you climbed out, telling the man you had his chompers as well as evidence.

He'd ask what you wanted, you telling him a small sum for your effort. Removing and sanitising teeth wasn't easy after all.

And so, after some more back and forth, you set up a meeting.

Youd come face to face with Crimson himself, you handing over several images of a 'dead' Chaz, the man not saying a word till you handed over 'his' chompers.

Crimson stared at them for a looong, looong minute, before silently nodding, placing the teeth back onto the box as one of his goons handed you an envelope of cash.

With a respectful bow, you'd highfalutin it back home, blurting into your clinic, rushing upstairs with a cheer.

Chaz would pop out of the closet, the man having been waiting for the worst, the man equipped with one of your kitchen knives.

Though you didn't get the chance to ask him about it as he quickly approached, spinning you around and pulling you close.

Chaz suggested you go out and party, but luckily for the both of you, you weren't that stupid and decided to stay in and order some higher end fast food.

As well as you popping down the street for some cheep champagne.

The two of you would spend the night together, eating good food, sharing some very tasty champagne as you shared a toast to Chaz's death.

Youd somehow end up wrapped in his tail, the both of you speaking softly over your past, the man apologising for running.

For stealing from you.

For being such a useless prick.

He'd lean in close, thanking you for being the only person he could count on in all Hell, even if he didn't deserve it.

Youd lean in close, asking him if hed meant all if that, that he was actually sorry for being a prick, or if he was that same old Chaz.

He'd pause, silent for moment before sighing, the man looking back up at you before apologising again, telling you simply he was an asshole, but, well, he'd like another chance. If you'd have him?

And so, with a moment of thought, you'd kiss.

A deep, passionate kiss, the two of your curling up in bed, quickly getting down to buisness.

Youd end up curled up in bed, sheets a mess, both naked and nasty, Chaz curled up around you, nuzzling your collar as he held you close.

Youd lean down, the two of you sharing a kiss.

He'd ask if you'd, well, wanna give it another try... if you'd have him?

You'd lay there for a long minute, not saying anything until you'd finally lean in, giving him a deep, passionate kiss.

You wouldn't be an 'official thing' first a long time, especially with Chaz having to learn to be dead. But after a long time together, you'd genuinely end up loving each other.

And while it was never perfect, nothing in Hell was, and you made due.

And as cheesy as it was, you'd live Mostly happily, ever after.

#helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #chaz x reader #chazwick thurman #helluva boss chaz

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cookies-and-music · 2 months

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Ghost. - part 10: It ain't fair.

My personal suggestion for this chapeter is Hit the Road Jack by Ray Charles

Part 1 here - part 11 here

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

TAG LIST: @kats72

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

TVA, 2021

Brad had led Mobius and Loki to Sylvie and had reaveld Dox’s plan to fix the damage to the sacred timeline.

The pruning of timelines carried out by Dox had been an effective genocide, but it had allowed them to gain time and narrow down the field to find Renslayer and Miss Minutes.

"We have a trace on Renslayer's tempad," Lydia announced, approaching Mobius's desk, followed by Casey.

"In fact, we have two," the latter clarified.

"Where are they?" Mobius urged.

"Chicago, 1868 and 1893," Casey handed a folder with all the details to Mobius.

"Is there anything relevant?"

"The 1893 Chicago World's Fair, but it wasn't particularly exciting, there was electricity and a pavilion run by women," Lydia shrugged.

"And is it important?" Loki asked, whom Lydia had been trying to ignore all along.

"If you had studied, you would know that they were very avant-garde things for the time," Lydia replied with a hint of venom before turning to Mobius. "I'll leave the operational part to you, let me know if you need anything else" she said before turning around and walking away.

"What did you do to her?" Mobius whispered to Loki.

"Nothing."

"It's never nothing," Casey interjected. "It's just that you don't know what it is."

"If I were you, I'd find out before she comes up with a way to prune us and make it look like an accident," Mobius urged.

Loki rolled his eyes before grabbing his coat and running after her.

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"May I know what's wrong?" he asked once he caught up with her outside the control room.

"Nothing," Lydia shrugged without turning towards him.

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," she retorted without even looking up in his direction.

"Is it about the milkshake?" [A/N: I'm just Ken playing in the background]

Lydia froze in place and turned to Loki.

"You know, Loki, I don't think you've ever had a milkshake." She took a step towards him, causing him to step back. "They're small drinks" she took another step "fresh, fruity," another step, "not over five foot six with a crooked haircut and smelling of fried food."

Loki found himself stuck between her and the empty corridor wall.

"Are you talking about Sylvie?"

"Are you talking about Sylvie?" she mocked him. "Of course I'm talking about Sylvie."

"Wait a second... are you jealous?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she took a step back, "what should I be jealous of?"

Loki grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him and reversing their positions so that she was pinned between the wall and his body.

"If it's not jealousy, then what is it?" he looked down at her.

"I don't like her," Lydia tried to hold his gaze as she felt her legs turn to jelly. "She's a viper."

"Strange," Loki breathed against her face as he saw her chest rise and fall faster and faster. "Even Mobius doesn't like her, yet he doesn't avoid me."

"I'm your friend, I care about you," despite Lydia's attempt to sound convincing as she held his gaze, her voice almost sounded like a whisper.

"Is that what we are, Lydia?" Loki leaned dangerously close to her. "Friends?"

"Aren't we?" her voice trembled as she unconsciously tilted her face up towards his.

"Ok, Casanova, we don't have time for this," Mobius grabbed Loki by the shoulder, pulling him away and causing him to stumble backward. "Mobius?!" Loki looked at him.

Lydia let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as her face flushed various shades of red.

"Come on, we had little time before and certainly it hasn't increased," Mobius started walking.

Loki sighed, following him, and in doing so, glanced at Lydia, finding her blushing, with her mouth slightly open and her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was a work of art.

Turning around, Loki slipped on his coat, pleased with himself for causing all that beauty, and ran a finger over his lips, wondering if hers were at least half as soft as they seemed.

Basically the essence of situationships. Where you just can't be jelous 'cause he ain't ya boyfriend. But com'on. Y'all clearly made for eachother. If you agree, you're welcome to apply to the delulu club, I'm president. Anyway, thanks everyone for reading, I accept suggestions 'cause I'm unsure about my ability to write streamier scenes. Let me know if anyone's interested in being added to the tag list.

#fanfic #loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki season 2 #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc #tom hiddleston

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sidesteppostinghours · 2 months

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ok but. listen.

(for context this comes up when argent injures a romanced!steel step post villain reveal)

i cant stop thinking about this line. it mustve fucked with argent at least a little bit right?? especially with the line "i need you to have control". like. dude. control is arguably the most important thing to her. weve seen how meticulous she is with it even in the most mundane situations

weve seen what happens when she does lose control of herself

and we know that keeping up with everything is already tiring for her

argent is, out of every other character in the game, the one who needs to be kept under control the most, and the one most aware of that fact too. even if she acts volatile, shes constantly expending her focus to keep everybody around her safe. steel does Not need to add on to the stress of what she already knows. and the line after that, "this wasn't an accident. You went in there with the intent of hurting [them]" doesnt make the situation any better.

argents made mistakes. she absolutely has regrets. again, she doesn't need the reminder. actually, "this wasnt an accident" is worse than saying that, because if some of the thing she implies doing were mistakes, then what could she do when shes being deliberate? and "going in there with the intent of hurting [them]",,, Oof. hows the control of the nanovores worst impulses going for you angie?

i just. i think this line was somebody echoing her worst fears back at her. telling her in the bluntest, most brutal terms that everything shes doing isnt enough. that she needs to put in more effort to be considered safe for others to be with. and that must hit hard for sombody so lonely who already tries so hard every day, yk?

#in conclusion: im shaking her like a rag doll #ive been thinking about this for so long send help #argent is the most dangerous character in the game but shes also trying her goddamn hardest to keep people safe #even when she cant find it in herself to act like a hero she can at least try to be good #those nanovores are fucking her Up but theyre also a part of her and she wouldnt be alive without them and maybe thats-#a reflection of the way she views her own regrets. idk. i think argent is funky and fresh and also a tragedy in the making <3 #argent #fhr #pulp speaks

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lsuyia · 4 months

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VANNESA X READERᰔ

synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ. you and Vanessa were exes from a bad breakup that happened between you both, but one day when you came to a bar to throw all your problems away with drinking to the point you were practically black-out drunk and barely knew what was happening around you. When Vanessa came to her favorite bar to try to get you off her mind by drinking her worries away, she never thought she would see your drunken self at the bar.

Reader is pink

Vanessa is just the regular color on your screen.

Vanessa sat down in her favorite seat which she always sat at. The bartender immediatly saw her passing her a shot and her favorite drink. The bartender looked at Vanessa looking at her tired and shot down face. “hard day?” The bartender said as they cleaned off one of the cups someone used from before sliding drinks to other people before looking back at her with a caring face. “After going back and forth all day I just needed to relax” She shrugged as she looked at the bartender. Vanessa took the shot gulping it down quickly before having a sour expression on her face as she exhaled her breath. “Yeah I could relate to that.” The bartender then passed another drink to vanessa as they smiled. Suddenly a group of hunk meaty guys burst into the bar talking on about a football game. “DRINKS ON ME GUYS!” Everyone started to cheer as the big game turned onto the screen. “alright i’ll see ya ness” The bartender quickly greets the hunks getting all their orders, while vanessa stayed in her seat looking at the glass in her drink as she circled it around around her wrist over and over again.

About 30 minutes later. The small bar which barely had any company was now bustling with different people looking for a good time. Some hunky guys were even doing karaoke singing terribly. Vanessa sat there just thinking pensively , which she knew would led to her drinking and driving if she had another drink. She got up and sighed as she readjusted her coat and started to walk out.

“NESSA!”

The bartender called out from afar hoping Vanessa would hear her cry before she left. Vanessa, fortunately heard this yelp as she walked back over to the commotion as she looked at the ay bartender confused and brought out her cuffs. “Is sombody causing a problem?” She said as her eyebrows furrowed awaiting a response. “No not at all” The bartender raised their hands like they had been caught as they slide another drink down the right while some guys cheered. “please, get your girlfriend and take her drunken, and booze ridden self out of here? I need to make space for the other people standing.” Vanessa immediately put her cuffs away and looked the bartender as her brown eyebrows furrowed more. Her thoughts immediately went to you, but since you two were broken up she pushed it past her mind. “Who the hell are you talking about?.”

The bartender groaned in annoyance due to Vanessa not being able to understand. “The person sitting right damn beside you.” She then quickly pointed at reader to the right side of Vanessa then quickly went back to serving beers.

Vanessa finally looked to the side of her as she finally saw reader, in-front of her eyes. She was so busy thinking about her she never even thought to look. She even forgot what your hair looked like.

“your everywhere i go, aren’t you?”

Vanessa said as she finally finished the left over sips of her drink, chugging it down her throat. “Alright, cmon lets get you out of here.” Vanessa sighed as she picked up your drunken body off the bar stool. One part of her really didnt want to see you here, but on the other hand she wanted you here.

“mhmm stopp..” Reader said as she mumbled their words as they tried to push vanessa away to stay on the stool. “lemme stayy hurr” Reader looked at Vanessa a actual hot mess as her hair was everywhere and looked like she had one too many drinks.. Vanessa couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. She smiled softly as she finally made reader get out the chair practically dragging her to her cop car that was parked outside. She struggled to open the car door which reader in one arm while she tried to hold her with both arms at once.

She managed to get the car door opened,but again struggled to put reader in the car. about 5 minutes later she finally did it and buckled her safely inside the car as she went to the front seat.

#fluff #vanessa shelly #fnaf vanessa #vanessa x reader #fanfic

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dopplerdora · 6 months

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People are talking about Heaven's Feel again.

Don't get me wrong, I likes the movies but... they could have been so much more.

Part of the problem is that as a story Heaven's Feel is ment to come after you do Fate and Bladeworks. The prior routes frame Heaven's Feel in a way that show the "point".

By the climax of Heaven's Feel Shirou's "team" has more power than in either other Route. Shirou has Archer Arm, Rin has the Jewel Sword and hasn't needed to use her Chrest to make a Pass for Shirou, Rider isn't Saber but she has Infinite Energy from Sakura, they even have Illya on their side. All this power, power and knowledge that could shake the world of Magi like never before honestly. All that power... and it doesn't mean a damn thing.

Because Power can't help Sakura, no amount of Power can help the one person they want to help. This isn't Fate; Shirou can't just project Caliburn, make a promise, and go be a hero. This isn't Bladeworks; Shirou can't just keep moving with his ideal, show his resolve through combat, and learn how to move forward. Rin can't just Blast the threat away with raw power. This is Heaven's Feel; Shirou's idea is worse than nothing because the "enemy" is his Family. Rin has the ultimate weapon for blasting away her problems... but the problem is her little sister. The world will end, to end thing Somebody Has To Die. Gilgamesh dies but that makes things worse, Zouken dies but that doesn't fix anything, and deleting Saber doesn't actually fix the problem. Because ether problem is years of torture and abuse, you can't fix something like that by punching the monster after the fact.

Heaven's Feel isn't about power, this is problematic because the movie didn't get that memo when animating it. The fights are beautiful, this doesn't in any way help the story telling outside of Rin's fight with Sakura which is more about Rin's internal conflict anyway. It hurts the story because the fighting takes up so much time that some of the characters don't get to show their parts properly... Also its way more Shirou than anybody else, this is a problem because Heaven's Feel has somewhere between Three and Five protagonists and Shirou is only one of them. That said if I go into how sombody in charge seems to hate woman as characters and seems to... think badly of sexual abuse survivors I would probably be here all day and also fail because it would start going into misogyny in Japanese culture and a bunch of other things.

To digress Heaven's Feel is a beautiful, painful, amazing story. The Heaven's Feel movie isn't bad but I feel like is didn't really read the assignment and tried to make an action flick.

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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So Bradley always takes care of you but imagine taking care of Bradley?

Let's say he's going on another mission, he's working himself to the point of exhaustion, coming home in the early hours of the morning and getting up maybe an hour later because he can’t sleep, having dinner with him is a rare occurrence and the plate of food you leave him for when he comes back is almost never eaten.

You try to talk to him but Bradley isn't use to sharing his feelings yet, he doesn’t want to worry you anymore or burden you with his problems when you're already worried about him going on the mission. He's just not use to sombody being there to care for him, he's been alone in his time in navy for years, never having somebody to go home to or comfort him when he needs it.

He's also scared to disappoint everyone, not knowing if he'll ever be able to do what he did to save Maverick, if he's still mentally on that ledge, still stuck and not willing to forget the book. Hell he's scared he won't come back home to you.

So he has to push himself, no matter the cost, sleepless nights, exhaustion and constant training, if he needs to do that he will.

But everyone breaks even Bradley no matter how strong he acts.

I imagine it happens one night, you're once again making dinner all by yourself not expecting him to be home until you hear the Bronco park infront of your house, you smile, running to the door just as Bradley enters and the utter look of defeat on his face pains you.

"Baby you alright-"

"I'm so tired, I'm just so fucking tired, I can’t do this I can't Y/N I can't."

And that's the first time you see tears in his eyes, voice just barley above a whisper. You just open your arms and he legit crashes into you, everything just suddenly crashing down on him. You hold him until he lets go, not looking you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay, I just had a bad day but I'm alright, it's not that bad."

"Bradley you aren't okay, lemme help you sweetheart."

And he let's you, it's hard for him but he lets you because he doesn't want to fight anymore. He eats dinner with you for the first time in ages, sweetly asking if you would shower with him, it's one of those comforting silent showers were you both just stand underneath the warm water for a few minutes before helping each other get cleaned up and Bradley almost falls asleep as you wash his hair. That night you hold him, not your usually thing but Bradley needed to held, cared for like he always holds and cares for you.

Ugh my heart I don't know where this came from but it did.

🦕

"I'm so tired, I'm just so fucking tired, I can’t do this I can't Y/N I can't."

noOOOOO WAAAH WHAT THE ??? MY BELOVED ANON ???? YOU’RE MAKING ME LOOOOOOSE IT

bradley woke up like clockwork the next morning, just like he had done for the past couple of months, slipping back into his normal routine. you stir as you feel his weight move off the bed. you reach out and take his wrist before he takes a step further. “bradley, come back t’ bed.” you murmur, sleep still a hold on you. “i can’t, sweetheart. i’ve got to go.”

“no, you haven’t. five more minutes.” you tug on his wrist again. in any other circumstance he would over power you, but this time he lets up. he’s tried and he’s helpless. he crawls back into bed with you and you resume the same postion as before, holding bradley in your arms. “take five minutes with me every morning. you need this.”

and so he does. instead of waking on his own every morning and proceeding to follow his usual routine like a zombie, he wakes and just stills with you for five minutes. feeling your heartbeat and breathing in time with you. it grounds him for the day. reminds him of why he does all of this. he does it for you.

thank you so so much for this incredible piece my beloved anon!! i’m so very grateful 💌🥹🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x y/n #rooster x reader #rooster x you #🦕 anon

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cealesti · 2 months

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @louveclaviere and @silverandbluephoenix for the tags!!

right, so.. breaking this down by fandom seems wiser. also, most of these titles are still being workshopped

- "Asteroid Overdue" - "fly high" - "hermione did a business class" - "hallows, not horcruxes" - "time loop :eyes:" - "corvidae" - "dying on your lips (is how i wanna go)" - "my beloathed" - "lavlav & harrykins = chaos" - "the cold war AU" - "terminus" (TMA crossover) - "write what you know" - "drarry wip" - "ginny weasley is eleven" - "The Benko Gambit" - "can't commit to anything but a crime" [posted] part of the "anybody else" series: - "with eyes like these (who sees anybody else)" [posted] - "with friends like these (who needs anybody else)" [posted] - "kinktober maybe??" - "and if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight"

TMA

- "the more things change" - "eat your young" - "desperate for your sweet affliction"

BNHA

- "deku, kacchan, and tomu-chan: disaster trio" - "the mineta wip no one asked for" part of the "you run with me (and i can set you free)" series: - "welcome to the panic room" - "a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak" - "a wolf in sheep's clothing (is more than a warning)"

Stranger Things

- "sombody's gonna figure me out" - "to derry, with love" (IT crossover)

..... I really don't think i know nearly enough people to tag here lmao.

Sorry if you've already been tagged, but here goes: @saintsenara @officialsporkintheroad @atlantablack @shadow-of-the-eclipse @d-lissa @isalisewrites @goldenzingy46 aaand anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't been tagged yet.

#eve.txt #writing updates #tag meme

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cabin10diaries · 5 months

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so anyway. burnt out by leanna firestone is so leo in caleo

longer fun silly lyric analysis below cut <3

* just for fun + lots of personal interpretations

- i want to start this by saying i personally do not think calypso is unlovable. thats just the song. i believe that her habit of flaking on leo is due to abandonment issues (’leave before they can’ sort of situation), her berating him is just needing to be a better person.

"I've never felt this warm as I did / When you touched me, gave me / Goosebumps from head to toe"

so this is when leo and calypso meet. leos never felt any romantic love, whether it was forced or not. hell he's barely felt Any sort of love. he was loved by piper and jason, but it always felt like he was the extra, so it never felt right. unlike when he meets calypso, who can focus all her love on him whether she wants to or not. and when leo realizes shes fallen in love with him, the first one to Ever, he feels like he's never felt before. loved

"But a love made of matches / Was destined to burn out / And end up in ashes and smoke"

'matches' meaning forced/fake - the curse on calypso's island played with her feelings. she accidentally fell in love out of convenience. they cant last bc neither planned to be in this relationship, neither discussed what they want out of life, and because of their differing wants, they cant last.

"Still ambers remained / And I tried to re-ignite them / Ended up playing with fire again / You pushed me away / And I fought and I stayed"

calypso constantly flakes out on leo. she wants a life outside of him, but he so desperately wants to stay in hers. he keeps trying to be in her life, but she doesnt let him

"But maybe I should have listened / Because you're right, I couldn't fix you / You're right, I shouldn't have tried to"

'fix you' is so leo. he is a mechanic at heart. the way he understands people is thinking about them in more mechanical terms, and calypsos 'broken', so he wants to be the hero and 'fix' her by showing her the love that always left her. calypso doesnt want to love leo, or for him to love you. you see that as she constantly berates and leaves him, over and over and over. and leo finally realizes shes right, he should just stop. hes tired, burnt out

"Your pride, is what you're concerned about? / Is "you're right" really all you wanna hear right now?"

personal calypso interpretation, but she hasnt been faced by any opposition for years. she literally only talked to a guy every few centuries. shes a little stuck up, although not on purpose. she thinks shes more right than currently alive mortals simply because shes been alive longer ('older = wiser') even if she hasnt contacted civilizations in years

"Well, you're right, I should've walked away faster / I should've known / You'd only break my heart after I was already in love / You're right, you aren't good enough"

leo stayed with calypso for far too long, after she started taking every chance she could to insult and avoid him. and hes too tired to be kind; calypso was right. she isnt good enough to love, just like odysseus and percy made her think. leos hopping on the bandwagon of her past lovers, making calypsos worst dream come true. she truly is unloveable (of course, she isnt, but thats what the song interpretation is making it out to be)

"I kissed your scars even after you hurt me / And I held your hand even when you fucking burned me"

even after calypso insults leo, berates him, leaves him, he still loved her. he still make time for her and found ways to show her his love. she never did the same. she cut him out of her life as best she could. leo kept her in his, trying to show that he still loved her, and always would, no matter what she did to him

"Do you know how embarrassing that was? / To stay with sombody who hates you because / You hope things get better / You hope that love can / Turn a monster into a man / But it doesn't and it won't / Because you're beyond repair"

leos done with calypso. he loved her, and all he got was disdain in return. ‘beyond repair’ - another mechanic leo thing. he treats people like cars, like inventions, thats how he understands them, and he’s starting to think calypso’s too broken. she cant be fixed.

“But there are still someone for me somewhere / Who will treat me so nice, you'll wish that you did / For someone so smart, you're so fucking stupid / To think that I'm really that dumb / I love you, but I'm done / Pretending this was gonna work / Pretending loving you didn't hurt / Pretending that it doesn't burn / When you think you're always right”

he still loves calypso. no longer romantically (if he ever did love her romantically) but he cant put up with the lack of love or even acknowledgement from her. hes confident enough now (bc of the love from jo, emmie, etc waystation) to know SOMEONE will love him. he will be loved someday. its just that the someday isnt today, and the someone isnt calypso.

“'Cause you're still stuck on your past / You hate 'em so much but / You're just like your dad”

atlas left her. he never went to calypso’s island for her. neither did percy, or odysseus. they all abandoned her. and what was she doing now? abandoning leo, just like atlas, like percy, like odysseus. shes copying their habits, and shes just like them

“You smothered every right that I've ever had / By holding on too tight / And it's suffocating / And I'm longing to breathe again / And in the middle of it all / I ended up losing who I am”

while calypso was barely around, the mental hold she had on leo was there daily for him. her comments- insults- roamed in his head. he barely knew who he was without calypso anymore, because he based himself and his self-worth on her.

“And I know that you tried / Gave it all that you had / And being a monster / Doesn't necessarily make you bad”

maybe this is leo trying to reassure himself, maybe it’s the truth. maybe calypso did try as hard, maybe she didnt. but leo knows that, regardless, this relationship doesnt make up who she is as a person. she is still someone outside of how she treated leo. even if she doesnt know who she is, either, leo knows she isnt defined by the actions towards him

“But even if we could stable it back together now / We both know that you can't / Light a fire that's already burnt out”

they can be friends. they can be family. leo would even settle for acquaintances. but both know they cant be in love again, if they ever once were

#Spotify #shel says shit #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo #the heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #toa #the trials of apollo #leo valdez #calypso pjo #caleo #idk if this counts as anticaleo its just a reflection on their relationship

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 3 months

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Bad Hot Take: Daenys vs Shireen. Two soft girls of various levels with weird taste in men who are all blasted for being Girly Girls and too conniving/not conniving enough. Why aren't they fighting with blades? No they're not helpless ENOUGH. No don't give them plot lines let them prop up men. GIVE THEM PLOT LINES.

(I would also include Abby in this. Daenys vs Shireen vs Abby like they're the fucking powerpuff girls LMAO)

l;kjweaflkasjdfasdf, no but that's exactly it.

Shireen would be too soft & only exists to prop up Yorick, but also she totally stole him from Rhaenyra/Laena/Alicent/a self-insert OC & she's a conniving bitch who planned this from the moment they met except she doesn't have enough agency to have done that because she's a passive wallflower who's stupid actually since she's not actively playing The Game. She needs to be tougher & more like Ella but only in a way deemed appropriate for the role assigned by Fandom Authority Talking About Her. Shes also totally bitter that Yorick isn't as far up in the line of succession as when her parents first talked to Rhea about a betrothal & is who turned the Roycegaryen Siblings against their dad's family (no, the Targtowers don't count) because she is playing The Game, but in the wrong way.

Daenys, as discussed in the chat, is obviously a bimbo (thanks for pointing that out Lyman Beesbury Burner Account Anon) & is frivolous & too girly & needs to toughen up, but also she's a manipulative Karen who needs better taste in men because if she wasn't dating down that would fix her. Except also Tyland can do better than her because she's stupid & unemployed & too soft & doesn't have any ambitions except for the ones that are all about tearing her sister down because obviously not being best friends with Rhaenyra means she's been praying on her downfall from day one & obviously she needs to be her big sister's #1 cheerleader. Sombody put Daenys in her place because she's got so much agency it took her true self of a cardboard cutout slay girlboss away, she needs to be more like her sister. Romance isn't a plot line, & she's stupid for wanting it.

als;dkfjasdf;lksjdf, it's all so rancid but it's so how it would be. Also, I'm quietly assigning Abby/Shireen/Daenys powerpuff girls in my head because that's so funny but also it is real & true

#asks #nat tag #i COULD go off hair color #and that would be valid #but in my heart I know that Shireen is Blossom

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vivians-unending-journey · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes Ft. My WOL, Vivian

Alisaie: There's no need to be afraid of me. I don't bite.

Aymeric: Yeah, but do you stab?

Alisaie: (looks down to her sword)

Alisaie: I don't bite.

Alphinaud: I thought you guys were fighting!

Alisaie: Fighting?

Vivian: Why would we be fighting?

Alphinaud: Well, you're both anti-social misfits filled with anger and rage.

Alisaie: Takes one to know one.

Alphinaud: Not my point here.

Vivian: Wait. Is that why you never wanted us to really meet?

Alphinaud: Kinda...

Vivian: What did you think was gonna happen?

Alphinaud: ... Murder...?

(Game Night. Fourchenault and Alphinaud Vs. Ameliance and Alisaie. Girls' team is DESTROYING Boys' team)

Fourchenault: (Leaning over to Alphinaud) If we loose, you're out of the will.

Alphinaud: I was in the will?!

Fourchenault: I forbid you to take another step down these stairs!

Alphinaud and Alisaie: (share a look)

Alisaie: Okay.

Alphinaud and Alisaie: (jump out the window next to the stairs)

Vivian: Chirurgens hope you get sick. Judges hope you get sentenced. Guards hope youre a criminal. Mechanics hope you have machinery trouble. Only a theif wishes you prosperity.

Thancred: Wishing you prosperity, Alphinaud!

Alphinaud: Is that my gil pouch?!

(Pitch black cave)

Estinien: Ahh! Something's got me!

Alphinaud: That was me! I'm sorry!

Vivian: The great Azure Dragoon- afraid of the dark.

Estinien: (gasp) Who was that?

Alphinaud: "Who's that?"? Who could it be? It's me and Viv!

Estinien: Are you my conscience?

Alphinaud: Wha- Yeah! Yeah! I'm your conscience. We haven't talked in a while. How are you?

Estinien: Hmm, can't complain, still an asshole.

Vivian: The Twelve give me strength...

Kryle: Guys, did you know that there is a knife that gets so hot it instantly turns bread into toast?

Alisaie: Dude... Imagine stabbing sombody with that knife.

Alphinaud: Well, if it was that hot it would instantly cauterize the wound so it wouldn't be very effective.

Vivian: It's effective if you want information.

Tataru: WHY WOULD YOU BE STABBING PEOPLE WHEN YOU CAN HAVE TOAST?!

Vivian: Clearly you haven't been backstabbed by the people you were supposed to be able to trust. Thancred-

Thancred: I was possesed!

Vivian: The Crystal Braves, Alphinaud-

Alphinaud: I was never part of that!

Vivian: Urianger-

Urianger: Did what I had to do.

Vivian: Raha-

G'raha: I was going to die in your place to cure you!

Vivian: Urianger, again.

Urianger: G'RAHA TOLD ME TO LIE THAT TIME AND IT WAS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!

Alphinaud: Im going to turn around now, and you better be on fire. You're standing there in flames and the only person who can put you out is ME! BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY CONCEIVABLE REASON THAT YOU WOULD WAKE ME UP LIKE THIS!

Vivian (WAR): (is actually on fire)

Alphinaud: Oh shit!

Hermes: I don't want to live on this star anymore. Humanity was a mistake. Just- Can sombody hit the off switch? On humans? Yeah?

Venat: No.

Hermes: Oh. Okay. We're not able to do that. (creates Meteion)

Alphinaud: There is no "I" in team.

Vivian (BLM): However, there are six "I"s in "Fuck it. I don't care how big the room is. I cast fireball."

Alisaie: I can't believe you got us into trouble! (Hits Alphinaud's arm

Alphinaud: ... (Hits Alisaie's arm)

Alisaie: (Hits Alphinaud's arm harder)

Alphinaud: (Hits Alisaie twice and takes off running)

Alisaie: (Chases after him)

(Alphinaud, Estinen, and Ysayle arguing)

Vivian: I wonder if a fall from this hight will kill me.

Vivian: So which one should we do first, they're both of equal import. -D'oh! (Facepalms)

Alphinaud: Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh............

Vivian: (Bangs her head aginst the wall)

Estinen: Why is it whenever I'm having fun, it's wrong?

(Alphinaud, Estinen, and Ysayle fighting. AGAIN)

Vivian: Another day, another migraine.

Estinen: Vivian! Still taking the long way to meet up with us I see.

Vivian: Don't say anything, Viv, remember your karma.

Alphinaud: But help from us make most people happy and what could be better than making people smile.

Vivian: Being dead. Or anything else.

Ysayle: Here's how things work. I speak to the dragons. You do what the dragons want done. The dragons are happy. We do that until we win this war and then we die.

Vivian: (Coming out of the final battle of Heavensward all beaten up and bruised) Too bad that didn't kill me...

Vivian: You mustn't tell anyone. Not even your closest friends and family.

Alisaie: Viv, I wont tell a soul. (Crosses heart)

30 SEC LATER

Alisaie: Alphinaud! Alphinaud! I gotta tell you a secret! Alphinaud!

Alphinaud: (Painting his bedroom wall)

Fourchenault: (From the other room) Alphinaud

Alphinaud: (drops his paint brush) Oh sh- Yes!

Fourchenault: You better not be drawing on the wall again!

Alphinaud: (winces) Oh shit, he's gonna be pissed about this one... (stands back and stares at the masterpiece)

Vivian: You got coffee didnt you?

G'raha: Okay! Yes! I did! I went to the frickin Last Stand!

Vivian: Youre not supposed to have coffee.

G'raha: I know! I'm sorry! I did! You're right but I did it anyway!

Vivian: What did you have?

G'raha: YES! Sorry I jumped ahead to the next question.

Vivian: You need help.

G'raha: No, I need a latte! Question. Is it normal for your heart to sound like a weed eater?

Vivian: Raha, I think you're having a heart attack...

Alphinaud: My team? Let me tell you about my team. G'raha fought to protect his identity from the very people who could save him- why? Because trust has to be earned, and there are very few people he truly trusts. Urianger's intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions and at the moment his shield is under repair. Alisaie overcompensates because she doesn't yet feel she's a part of the team. She needn't worry. Every day, Tataru fields dozens of requests for our services. And every night she goes home hoping she's made the right choices. Kryle fills her suroundings with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horror follows her and everyone else around. And Vivian, in many ways, is damned by her profound knowledge of others. Which is why she shares so little of herself, yet she pours her heart into every issue we come across. I stand by my actions, and I stand by my team. And if you think that you can find a better group for the job, good luck.

Alphinaud: Wow! This is amazing! Tataru did you cook this?

Alisaie: How do you know I didnt cook it?

Alphinaud: Alisaie, there are 10 people in the Rising Stones and you'd still be my 15th guess.

Vivian: (bringing in a large box) What would you say if one day I came back with like 6 domesticated carbuncle kits?

Alphinaud: What's in the box?

Vivian: ....

Alphinaud: What's in the box, Vivian?

Vivian: ....

Vivian: (defeated sigh) I think you know...

Vivian: Well PARDON ME! Not all of us have the power of spewing out fact laced bullshit!

Alphinaud: Oh! Complain, complain! You know, when life gives you lemons-

Vivian: I COMPLAIN ABOUT THE LEMONS!!!

Lahabrea: I can blend in with people on the Source easy enough. Just let me tag along.

Emet-Selch: Wait. Say that again?

Lahabrea: (confused ) I can blend in...?

Nabriales: Do you have a disguise?

Lahabrea: Yeah. Don't you?

Emet-Selch: ...

Nabriales: ...

Fandaniel: ...

Lahabrea: You three have been screwing around on Eorzia this whole fucking time without disguises?!

Fandaniel: OKAY! NEW PLAN!

(The airship going through rough turbulence)

Vivian: (Silently says a prayer to the gods and tightens her seatbelt)

Alphinaud: Didn't know you were a bad flyer.

Vivian: I'm not. I just hate turbulence.

Alphinaud: You know turbulence very rarely causes airships to crash.

Vivian: Does me absolutely no good at the moment. Thank you.

Alphinaud: What we really need to worry about are Microbursts, sudden downbursts of air associated with thunderstorms. With a small airship like this, if we hit one of those at the wrong altitude- Pfbt- Pulverized.

Vivian: (slowly turning to Alisaie) I beg of you to make him stop. (More rough turbulence) OH DEAR GODS I'M GONNA DIE!

Hydalyn: Some of you may die. But that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.

Jullis: Half of Garlamald wants you dead!

Vivian: Wow! A week ago it was all of Garlamald. Things are looking up!

Vivian: We should be quiet. We don't know where we are, or where they're hiding. All we know is they are dangerous.

Alphinaud: Viv's right. We should be care- (Gets snatched and dragged into darkness)

Vivian: (Hoarse Whisper) Alphinaud!

Vivian: ...

Vivian: (Hoarse Whisper) Are you alive?

.........

Alisaie: (At the top of her lungs) GUYS I FOUND A LEVER!!

Alphinaud: Thancred's an acian?! Why didn't you tell me?!

Vivian: Well, because I wanted us to fail. (Grabs him by his shirt and starts shaking him) OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T KNOW!!!!

Vivian: Hey mom.

Grace: What do you want.

Vivian: I got evicted, I need a place to stay.

Grace: (Slams the door in her face)

Alphinaud: How come we never knew you in school?

G'raha: You went to the Studium. I went to the Students Of Baldesion.

Alisaie: Fucking archons! We hated you.

G'raha: We hated ourselves!

Emet-Selch: (casting an AOE) No, but seriously, orange is a really fun color!

Vivian: (Narrowly dodging his spell and casting Fire III) But your entire room?- Woah!- I'm not painting my entire room orange!

Emet-Selch: (Shouts out in pain from Vivian's spell, gets back up and shrugs) Well then why did you ask me about paint colors if you're not going to listen! (Casts a wipeout)

Random Scion: Later, Hero!

Alisaie: Wait, did that guy just call you Hero?

Vivian: Yeah. He thinks that's my name.

Alphinaud: Well why dont you correct him?

Vivian: Been going on way too long now. Ya know the first time he said it we were just passing in the hall so I didn't say anything. And then the next time he said it he went, "Hey Hero, wanna doughnut?" and, I- I wanted a doughnut. Now it's five years later, the doughnut is gone and I'm still Hero.

Alisaie: Five years!?!?!

Alphinaud: Viv, you have to tell him.

Y'shtola: First, find a will to live.

Vivian: (Grabs ahold of the twins)

Y'shtola: Viv, that's the twins.

Vivian: Yeah.

Fourchenault: (Disowns the twins)

Vivian: (Pulls out a mace and gets ready to cast a stun spell)

Alphinaud: (Reaching a hand out to block her path) Not yet, Viv.

Thancred: The key to being a good theif is nice and stelthy. (Crashes into a shelf, everything comes crashing down loudly) Like a mouse!

Vivian: Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?

Emmanellian: Not until four.

Alisaie: Hey can you help me move this box? It's pretty heavy.

Vivian: Yeah sure. (Turns on light)

Alisaie: ...

Alisaie: So you gonna come help?

Vivian: I did. I made it lighter.

Alisaie: ....

Vivian: ....

Alisaie: Get out. Now.

Vivian: Fair enough.

Ardbert: (posesses Vivian) Ouch!

Vivian: Yeah...

Ardbert: What the hell?!

Vivian: I know.

Ardbert: EVERYTHING hurts! WHY?!?! And what's up with your shoulder?!

Vivian: I don't know, man. But can I offer you a mint?

G'raha: (confused ) You're giving me a sticker?

Vivian: Not just a sticker. A sticker of a kitty saying "Me-wow"!

G'raha: (offended) I'm not a toddler!

Vivian: Fine. I'll take it back.

G'raha: No, back off! It's mine! I EARNED this!

Tataru: SON OF A- (deep breath) Who spent 50000 Gil on a sword?!?!

Alphinaud: (whimpering) Oh no....

Alisaie: So uh, what did you do today?

Vivian: (struggling to contain laughter) Pft- ... I got you a cake...

Alisaie: Oh yeah?

Vivian: Yeah.

Alisaie: What is today, Viv?

Vivian: (once again, struggling to contain laughter) The day your grandfather died...

Alisaie: (nodding) Today is the day my grandfather died. Ten years ago. Alright, what does the cake say?

Vivian: "Sorry I died, Love Grandfather" (bursting out into laughter) I'm sorry!

Alisaie: This is why we're friends.

Alisaie: Welcome to the Rising Stones of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, where my depression is chronic but this ass is iconic!

Vivian: (facepalms, shaking her head) Oh Gods!

Alisaie: Actually, it's Alisaie, but common misconception.

Zenos: I could kill you if I wanted.

Vivian: So could another human being...

Alisaie: So could a dog...

Alphinaud: So could a decicated duck...

Vivian: You aren't special Zenos.

Vivian: Do you think I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Alphinaud: You're a hazard to society.

Alisaie: And a coward. Do 20!

Vivian: (proceeds to try and fit 20 marshmallows in her mouth)

Vivian: (After killing Zodiark and starting the final days) Fuck! Guess I'll kill myself.

Alisaie: There's bleach under the sink-

G'raha: -And a rope in the closet if you want options.

Tataru, Krile, Y'shtola, Urianger, Alphinaud: ?!?!?!

Estinen: Don't be a coward, jump out the window. Have some style would you.

Thancred: Do a flip!

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Whenever you need sombody (1)

Time for some Hurt!Obi-wan people!

Tagging @starrrgazingbunny as Scar is in the second part but you need to read this one to get some context.

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The war was still dragging on. Anakin had spoken with the chancellor about the estimated time till the end of the war. According to Palpatine it was the Jedi council who were delaying the war and causing the rest of the Jedi to fight. Anakin stormed into the middle of a council meeting.

It didn’t look like a council meeting.

Mace Windu sat on the floor arm around his old padawan. Next to him on the chair was Plo Koon who was plating the hair of the Jedi master sat on the floor in front of him. With closer inspection Anakin realised it was Obi-wan. It was hard to recognise him with longer hair after months apart. “What do you want so bad you had to barge in here Skywalker?” Asked Mace

“I want you guys to tell me the truth.” Said Anakin. He was going to get to the bottom of the corruption within the council. The members looked like they were contemplating on whether to answer.

“Obi-wan is the only qualified Jedi that is a general,” Spoke Mace. “He is a recognised General on Melida/Daan. Which means he is the only Jedi to be recognised, formally by legitimate armies, as a General.” They were really telling him the truth. Maybe, they weren’t running the war after all. He had heard that his old master hated talking about his past before Anakin. Maybe it was because he was a child general.

“Retired, meant to be, I am.” This shocked Anakin. Master Yoda retired. He stared at Yoda on his place on Obi-wan’s lap. If it was meant to be now, then the Council definitely wouldn’t have planned for the war to go on that much longer. Next Kit Fisto “I have slept with everyone on the council bar Yoda, Plo, Mace and Obi-wan.” Okay. It wasn’t a surprise to Anakin that Kit had slept with majority of the council what had shocked him was that he hadn’t slept with Obi-wan. He was sure Kit would have tried to sleep with him first. Next Plo Koon spoke, “I’m married to Mace.” Okay, thought Anakin, Fork in a kitchen. It was to be expected, the two did biker like an old married couple.

“I am banging my general.” Shaak Ti spoke up from the seat she sat on. In her lap was a baby Yoda? Did Yoda have a child or was it the same species. The rest of the council went around sharing secrets. All of which made Anakin confused. Why would they just tell him their secrets. Obi-wan’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“I was sold by Qui-gon at 14 to the hutts” “WHAT” Okay so maybe not everyone on the council knows all secrets. “I was kept as a pleasure slave until I was 24 because of my biology.” Obi-wan the next part quieter than the rest.

“Hold on.” Anakin said breaking the shocked silence in the council chamber “You were a slave?” Had his master really been like him? A slave? But to be kept as a pleasure slave was something much worse. “Yeah, I still have the slave chip as I was kept by Jaba the Hut. That’s why I never went back to Tatooine or planets in hutt space because I was well recognised amongst the Hutts and slave owners.”

“OMG!” Anakin final knew where he knew Obi-wan’s face from. “That was you!”

“Please, don’t talk about it when I’m around. Please Anakin.”

“Leave, like would you. Obi-wan?” Obi-wan nodded as he stood up after lifting Yoda of his lap. “Here.” Shaak said passing the baby Yoda to him. “Grogu wants to stay with you.” Obi-wan took ba- Grogu, into his arms looking on the edge of tears before leaving the room. “Care to elaborate?” Mace asked once the council members had sat in their seats.

Anakin took a deep breath.

“When I was young and still living on Tatooine. Jaba the Hutt used to parade around the streets. No one really payed that much attention. Once a year there was a day when everyone on Tatooine gathered and watched the high up people offer something or someone to Jaba. The tradition also extends to visitors on the planet. When I was 1 it was the first time I went, I remember it very vividly, a Jedi turned up dragging a boy with him, no older then 14. The kid was begging him not to. He had a slave collar. This bit is a bit fuzzy, but my mum told me when I was older. The Jedi said he offered this boy as a force sensitive, Stewjon pleasure slave on his lap. You never saw the slaves face. Jaba had never been so excited over a gift, mum took me to a different room, but I could still here Jaba ‘breaking in’ his slave. The slave was Java’s favourite toy. He was used everywhere possible. A year before Qui-gon found me, the slave escaped and their where pictures of him placed all over, I always knew I recognised his face, I had seen it constantly for over a year.”

“Then why was Obi-wan’s braid so long?” Mace enquired. “Qui-him said that Obi-wan was protecting the Duchess of Mandalore.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know.”

“I can’t believe none of us knew.” Plo whispered from where he sat on Maces lap, at some point in the story he had gotten up and moved seat. “Told, I was.” Yoda said. “Obi-wan, by. Secrecy, sworn to, I was.”

“Should we talk about it with Obi-wan?” Depa asked.

“That will be up for Obi-wan to decide,” Shaak said. “But the question remains why did you want us to tell you the truth, Skywalker?”

“I was talking with the chancellor, and he said that it was the council that was making the war drag on like you wanted it to. What I saw wasn’t much help in what he said too.”

“Talk about later, we shall,” Yoda spoke. “For now, find Obi-wan we must. In the temple he is not. In the force, feel it, I do.”

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I don't pretend to know all about jensens personal life, but what he does show us is that he's troubled. Those who can't see it don't have empathy or much life experience. I also think that Jensen has a lot of people around him that use him. He seems to be overly hyping himself publicly to a degree that is a turn off to me, but I think that he gets accolades from fans that tell him how amazing he is. But that he's not getting validation from those that matter to him. He's either got yes men around him, users, or hanger-ons.

He does need people around him that are constructive and help build him up but also will tell him things honestly without tearing him down. We all need those people in our life to help us grow and stay on the best path.

I honestly thing that jared was that person for him. While they are still obviously friends, I do feel there is also a separation and that they aren't close like they were. He wasn't using jensen, he wasn't his yes man, not a hanger-on, and wasn't overly critical. He was his friend and his soundingboard.

Now who is that person for him? Is there anybody around him that understands him? That tries to look deeper beyond the surface? Danneel isn't that for him, based off his own words and what he says about their relationship. The name dropping and over hyping come off as narcissistic to me, and narcisism is something that originates from People who hurt. He didn't used to be this way.

I do think jared needs to keep his boundaries up for his own self, but jensen needs sombody to truly have his back.

I feel so much love for your beautiful energy and wise words. Thank you for this post.

Going to tag this under Jensen critical to keep the vipers from having a fit but this post is all about true love and I am melting. 🥰

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Ghost. - part 14: Courage

My suggestion for this chapter is Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce,

Part 1 here - part 15 will be published on Monday 03/18, hopefully, unless I'm late again.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

TAG LIST: @kats72 ; @mischief2sarawr

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

"Love gives us courage".

TVA, 2021 – Frame Collapse

"You need to put your head in here so we can scan your temporal aura" O.B. said to Timely.

Loki, who had lived that secene way too many times, sighed and strode across the room, reaching Lydia who was standing beside Mobius.

"I need to talk to you" he told her and wasted no time grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to a corner of the room.

"Hey, what's wrong? What's happening?"

"I want to tell you that I tried" Loki swallowed as Lydia looked at him confused. "I swore to you, I promised you, and I tried. So many times."

"Loki, I don't understand" she looked at him worriedly.

"I went back in time, learned to control temporal jumps, and tried to prevent the collapse of the frame 8 trillion times," he explained with tired eyes.

Lydia looked shocked. Loki had spent centuries looping back and forth in time, for her. For them. For the TVA. Lydia stepped closer to him, stroking his face, observing his weary eyes and his attempt to smile at her.

"Loki" Lydia wanted to tell him that it was enough. That he couldn't go on like this. That if that was to be their end, knowing that he had tried, she would accept it. She couldn't pronunce a word, but Loki understood everything.

"I know what I have to do, one last attempt" he mimicked her and rested his hand on her cheek.

"Don't torture yourself, Loki, please," Lydia shook her head.

"One last attempt" he repeated as his eyes welled up. "I just need to know one thing." Loki took a deep breath, recalling the words the elderly Lydia had said to him. "Do you love me?"

Both of their breaths stopped.

Lydia looked into his blue eyes for what felt like an eternity, and in them, she saw the courage she had lacked until that moment.

"Every time you hold my hands to comfort me, every time you're there when there's no one else I'd want, every time you smile at me, every time you're patient with me, and every time you lose patience. Everytime we argue and everytime we mock each other. Every day, every moment, even when I hate you, I love you, Loki."

Loki began to breathe again when he hadn't even realized he had stopped. He blinked once before bringing her face closer to his and kissing her. With desperation, with sadness, with fear, with courage, and with love. All the love he had and all that she had given him.

He kissed her and held her tightly with all the strength he had in his body.

When he ran out of breath, he pulled away and, holding her close, whispered one thing to her, murmured like a secret against her ear.

"I've kissed you 8 trillion times."

TVA, some days later

Lydia watched Yggdrasil, the Tree of Worlds that concealed Loki.

After kissing her, Loki had rushed downstairs, opened the doors, and before disappearing, he had said he would do it for them. For all of them.

He left and saved the world. Like a real hero. But what burden had he left behind?

Lydia had screamed. She didn't remember what or how long for. She screamed and cried until her throat hurt, then she continued as she lost her voice.

She didn't know how much time had passed since then.

There were days when she felt like she couldn't do it, when she thought that maybe, if he had simply died, it would have been better, rather than seeing him condemned for eternity to the thing he feared most: loneliness. Those were the days when she couldn't stop crying.

There were days when she felt strong, full of hope because at least he was there and she could find a way to reach him, to free him. Those were the days when she studied tucked away among the shelves of the TVA, wandered through spacetime, searching for solutions, and made life hell for Timely and O.B., pressing them to come up with some idea.

And there were days when she felt absolutely nothing. She stood motionless staring at Yggdrasil. She didn't speak, she didn't eat, and anyone who saw her wondered if she was still breathing. Days when she seemed a ghost.

"Here, I thought you might need this,"

Lydia turned to see Mobius. He wasn't doing very well either, and that brought them together.

He handed her a cup, and Lydia took it, letting the smell of coffee fill her nostrils.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"You'll have to accept things, sooner or later," Mobius said, putting his free hand in his pocket while holding a folder in the other.

They had already had that conversation.

"Loki spent centuries, if not thousands of years, trying to save us, Mobius," she took a sip from the cup. "I don't intend to do any less for him."

"You don't have his abilities, Lydia, it's a futile comparison."

"The last time I looked at him, I promised myself that I would save him, just as he saved us," she turned to the analyst. "I've never given up before, and I don't intend to start now."

Mobius clenched the folder in his hand but didn't respond.

"Yet, it's beautiful, isn'it?" He looked through the window.

"Yes. Yes he is".

YOU MAY THINK THIS IS THE END. YOU'RE WRONG. THE HELL I'M LEAVING LOKI IN FUCKING TREE. Sorry for the short chapter but I felt like cutting at that scene. As usual thank you for reading, See you soon <3

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