#literally two years now of WHAT ABOUT EXERCISE I'm so so so over it

[adyophene]

lucifer x husk is something i never knew i needed and as a multishipper im screaming

literally. king of hell x some alcoholic furry guy

i love them i need to know how they wouldve met, fallen for each other and started dating. and how much thatd piss alastor off

Ooh I am so happy other people are enjoying this pair as much as I am! I've gotten a few asks about my headcanons for them, and I am happy to blab on and on. Fair warning. This is gunna be a long and rambling essay.

I'm gunna put it all under a readmore, just cause I want to insert the art I've done of them so far, since I've been half-heartedly trying to tell a visual story through the doodles.

Okay. On we go!

How they met;

We did see them technically meet in the show, where they shared their singular canon piece of dialogue, which was just Husk saying 'hey'. And then in the finale where we see a literal split second moment of Lucifer holding Husk's arm.

(also seeing the sweet looks huskerdust is giving each other here just makes me feel so delulu for writing this all, but crackships are silly by definition, so lets get back to the lucihusk) For me, what I imagined, is after the Hotel is finished its rebuilding, that is when Husk and Lucifer finally actually meet in a proper manner. I think Lucifer would be trying to make a good impression on all Charlie's friends at this point, endeared to all of them from their actions during the finale. Unfortunately, I think he is also the King of Bad First Impressions.

[Note. I think at this point Lucifer wouldn't even remember Husk's name quite yet. I think he would call him 'Keekee' ( by accident) or 'Dusk' (confidently incorrect) or just be like "Hey!.... Uh... You?" until Charlie or Vaggie finally corrected him. ]

Husk, on the other hand, I feel like maybe wouldn't gel with Lucifer right away. Wouldn't hate him, but also maybe not be enamored with him right away. Same as Lucifer, maybe he would have sweetened on him a bit through the hotel's rebuilding, but I think they'd start out at very neutral feelings. Maybe a vague sense of 'He's okay, but I don't know if we will really get along.'

Despite this, Lucifer is persistent, and he's going to be everyone's (except maybe Al, unless they start getting along by s2) buddy. He'd start hanging around the bar and participate in the redemption exercises.

Now, we know Lucifer struggles with depression, and I think he would be trying real hard to mask anything going on during this time. They defeated Adam! They rebuilt the Hotel! He believes in Charlie's dream, and he's more involved with her life and other people than he has been for years.

His only issue being Husk sees right through it, both because Husk is perceptive, but also because even the King of Hell can't help but have a lonely night or two at the bar where he ends up venting about his divorce and subsequent lingering loneliness.

[snapcube ref aside, )I really do think Husk would start to feel more positively toward Lucifer after Luci would drop the act somewhat. That they could bond over feeling both at their lowest of lows, while also being to admit that things seem to be getting better!

This would be about the point that I imagine Lucifer developing more romantic feelings! Husk would be a bit less prickly, and Luci would just absolutely eat up any and all positive interactions they'd have. I like to picture a lot of little shows of care at the this point, like Husk memorizing what Lucifer likes and even making up 'fun' drinks just to try and cheer the guy up. And Lucifer would fun a fun game in trying to get the grumpy cat to smile, and just, lighting up himself any time he was successful.

And that culminating into the two of them making each other laugh, with Alastor being an easy butt of the jokes, and a good way for Husk, himself, to finally get a chance to vent. I think Lucifer would be one of the only 'safe' options for Husk to do that with, in just so far as Al can't really threaten Lucifer, and Lucifer already sees Al as a bit of a manipulative bastard.

Falling for each other; At this point, Lucifer would start being a bit more caring toward Husk, though with that wonderful, oblivious flair of his. I don't think Lucifer himself would realize he'd have a crush up until he'd start feeling protective or jealous over Husk, and it would really throw him for a loop at first.

Because fake dating is one of my all-time favorite tropes, I have always had a idea for a fanfic (or comic) that I haven't gotten around to yet, based around Lilith coming back, and Lucifer panickily asking Husk to pretend to be his boyfriend, so he can appear well adjusted/completely over her. Of course the whole thing would backfire, as Lilith would see through it (as Lucifer wouldn't be as good of an actor as he'd think), and that Husk would end up kind of feeling hurt by the whole thing.

Husk, who'd go along with the plot with an eyeroll, would find himself seizing up through the whole fake date/encounter. Would find weird, sudden emotions bubbling up and absolutely hating it.

I don't think that man would think about the class difference between him and Lucifer up until someone would say something about it, maybe Lucifer himself trying to rationalize the (at this time still fake) relationship to Lilith. Now, Husk feels uneasy about the whole thing and ends up drinking heavily the whole night so he doesn't have to think about feelings. (Blitz and Stolas who? Ahaha. fuck.) Meanwhile, while the date would be fake, I think Lucifer would really rather like having Husk on his arm and feeling like he'd have a love-life again, while also not really getting why Husk's mood would be getting worse throughout the night. I think they'd still end up on good terms, but both of them would have their feelings in a jumble, and Husk would not like it. (he thinks he's lost the ability to love, after all)

I think somewhere at this point, as they are starting to develop feelings for one another, is when Lucifer finally starts really realizing how tied to Alastor Husk is, and he starts to make it everyone's problem. I do think Al and Lucifer would stay snarky at each other this whole time, but that it'd only get worse, as Al would poke back since he'd find Lu's over reactions funny.

I also think Al would be maybe the last person to realize anything romantic would be brewing between Lucifer and Husk, and he'd just think it'd be a purely platonic thing.

Beyond just bitching about Alastor, Lucifer would really be ramping up his attention towards Husk too. Fully in that 'puppylove/crush' stage, and trying his darndest to make Husk feel good and special. Husk would be resistant to it all, thinking it would just be Lucifer rebounding hard, and not wanting to get wrapped up in Morningstar family drama when he could happily (miserably) keep his head down and just keep drinking the days away.

But then Lucifer would find out about Husk's love of stage magic, and his history as a performer, and it'd be all over for the catman. It would become Luci's new pet project to rope Husk into some joyful self-expression, and after a song and dance number's worth of convincing, Husk would start to come around. I have to post all these images now cause- I drew them with the intention of mimicking a musical number! Husk starting off as a bit resistant before jumping in whole heartedly, and Lucifer overexcitedly dragging him along throughout the music number, hyping him up and just all around being smitten.

And this is where Husk would start really falling. Getting swept up in indulging his favorite, least destructive hobby, and having someone who absolutely loves it to bond with. Especially when it would be over. When they would just settle down and talk, and laugh, and bond over what they love about performing. The spectacle, the audience, the love of the craft. Its about the comradery!!!

@belladonazeppole wrote a wonderful series of fanfics based off these pictures, as well as the songs from 'The Greatest Showman' that really fit the ship! I would be remiss to not mention them here, because Bella and their fics are just wonderful!

How they started dating;

Now. Don't think just cause they both caught feelings for each other, that they'd immediately admit to it. No. I think both of them would drag their heels. I don't think Husk would admit to them at all, without some outside force effecting it. I think he'd stubbornly try to ignore the crush or drink it away, rather than let his heart become vulnerable to anymore damage.

Meanwhile, Lucifer would be struggling between his feelings for Husk and Lilith. (In the actual canon, I do think they might try to rekindle things, depending on what kind of person Lilith turns out to be, but I digress.) Part of him would be so swept up in a giddy kind of excitement, while the other would be set firmly in the camp of 'this is a bad idea, this won't work out, just look at what happened to your last relationship'. It wouldn't stop him from being outwardly more and more affectionate, but it would be weighing on him.

I do think Lucifer would end up being the one who would be thinking; "What am I doing. He'd never like me back." While Husk would be just sitting there (echoing what was said in the ask- sorry I went all wild and wrote this much about the ship dear god)- "I'm just some fucking furry alcoholic, what the fuck would the king of hell see in me??? Am I delusional? What the fuck is going on??" And I feel like this stage would go on for MONTHS and drive everyone else nuts. It would be clear to everyone (except Alastor, who again, would be just this meme

Though that wouldn't stop him from getting a little pissy about it) And then it would all come to a head during something benign, like a board game night. There would be flirting, there would be jealousy, there would be arguing, and then finally, loudly and with a lot of feeling, Lucifer would shout his way through asking Husk out on a date. A real Date. A capital 'D' date out on the town, dressed to the nines and a real good time. The board would be knocked over in the fray, game pieces raining down upon them while Husk would just stare blank faced, trying to process what just happened. An awkward half-minute would pass before he'd finally, trying to play it cool, shrug out a 'sure'.

How much it'd piss Alastor off;

In the aftermath, a radio static would just lowly grate everyone's ears as Alastor would be slowly coming to terms on how just annoying it would be to have his friend (/Unhealthy co-dependent pet friend possession??) romantically involved (ew) with the King of Hell (double ew)??? Then, either it would be something light hearted like 'he keeps trying to break them up but failing cause he hates interacting with romance' or a darker route where 'he keeps trying to manipulate them into breaking up by preying on all their worst insecurities in the relationship'.

And that, my friend, is all I have in mind so far for this delusional crackship au! There is more I could flesh out, of course, like Angel's role as a friend or potential third in the relationship, or what I imagine as Husk becoming like a stepdad to Charlie, but I've typed enough for the whole month. Hope any of that was coherent! I did not bother to edit or proof read it. Just pure stream of consciousness.

#not art #this is long #like really long #like don't open it unless you want 25 paragraphs about a crackship that like 12 people ship #royalflush #lucihusk

[xvxni]

Making Her Mine

Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...

Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff

Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander

3K

A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!

Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.

Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."

You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.

Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.

She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."

Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"

"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"

"A cure for vampirism."

"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."

She looked at April. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you asked me to take notes."

Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.

At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.

Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."

"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"

No answer. "Guys...?"

Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"

No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."

Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."

You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...

You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...

"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.

He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."

Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"

Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."

It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."

"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.

"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.

You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...

It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.

Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.

Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.

Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.

Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.

Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.

You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.

You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."

You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.

"Alright, would you like to come in?"

She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.

"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."

You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."

"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.

You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.

"But why?"

"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."

"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."

"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Nothing cheesy."

"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".

"Come on,"

You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.

Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.

The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.

You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.

About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.

An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.

She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.

It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.

It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.

"That was..." you began, panting.

"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.

Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.

The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.

She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."

You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.

Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.

She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.

The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.

"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"

"Touch me!"

"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .

Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.

"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.

You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.

You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.

"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.

Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.

You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.

"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.

"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.

"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"

You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...

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Sonic has been called an "overprotective big brother" over the years many times. Not his fault that Tails is small, impressionable, and reckless. He's known the kid since he was a toddler, if anyone else had been around that long they would understand too.

Or at least he thought they would, but it seems he was wrong because his own two best friends–Amy and Knuckles–are the ones who call him overprotective the most. This is a huge betrayal on their part, especially when they bring up valid points like Tails' intelligence and skill, because how could he disagree. Sonic has the coolest, most awesome and amazing, little brother ever. 

With that being said, Sonic is pretty sure he has the right to interrogate the little fox this time. He's like 90% sure his panic is warranted when he sees his little brother load and cock a very real and deadly gun. Because that kid is 9. He is 9, and he is putting on his watch and his plane gear to leave, and for some reason he needs a weapon wherever he's going. Sonic thinks he has a right to exercise at least a little big brother privilege here, honestly it would be negligent to not at least question him. 

"Hey bud. Whatcha up to?"

Tails' ear flicks toward him as he packs a few things into the Tornado. "You remember that hard drive that GUN thought they stole from me, but I actually knew they wanted it so I lowered a few of my defense systems so that they could grab it and leave me alone?"

The answer is no, Sonic has no recollection of that happening at all. Though he supposes it's his own fault for only half listening when Tails was talking. He's really gotta break that habit.

"Sure do." Sonic lies.

"Well, I actually have a little bit of data on there that I forgot to back up to another hard drive since I didn't think I needed it, so I'm going to go get it."

"And you need a weapon for that? Why don't you just ask Shadow?"

Tails finally turns to face Sonic, floating down off the Tornado and in front of Sonic. He stands with his hands on his hips, leaning just a little into his personal space. He takes the chance to absentmindedly scratch behind his little brother's ears, making him push his head into his hand.

"I did, actually. He's the one who told me to bring some weapons, he said he wants to help me improve my stealth techniques."

"Huh, and he didn't even bother to text me about it." Sonic huffs. It comes out playfully, but he won't deny being a little peeved that Shadow didn't message him. Tails is a genius and can make his own decisions, sure, but he's also not even in double digits. Sonic is literally his guardian, he feels like he should've been consulted about this. "I find that quite rude."

Tails smacks Sonic with one of his tails. The fur gets trapped in the small quills on his face, which makes his brother giggle.

"Then how do you find that, hm?"

"I find that the person who did it has another thing coming."

Sonic is so gonna fill his pillows with quills and shaving cream again. The fox constantly complains about not being able to get his quills out of any furniture, but he also got his fur stuck on Sonic's face, he figures this is pretty good retribution.

"Sure I do."

This is what Sonic means. Where did his wholesome brother go? Ignoring the fact that he has been a little menace since they first met, this is obviously team Dark's fault. Their devious ways are corrupting his little brother, who has obviously only learned nice things from him, like dad jokes and spindashing.

Tails has been constantly hanging out with team Dark for a few months now. After spending time with Rouge on Amy's last birthday he seemed to acquire a sort of childish fascination with them. Honestly, Sonic didn't really see it as a bad thing at first. They got Tails to spend more time out of his lab, and they always seemed to take care of him so Sonic had no qualms as long as Tails was having fun.

Then the habits came. Habits that Sonic had managed to completely purge a couple years back. Sure, he's not building bombs willy nilly anymore (as far as he knows anyway), but a few weeks ago Tails showed him the Empire nuclear launch codes just because he could.

Just yesterday they were having a conversation about a grocery store in station square. Amy had apparently told him that the cashier was kind of rude, so he asked if she wanted him to "blow up the entire store". She laughed and said no thanks, but when Sonic just shook his head at him Tails had the audacity to say "he'll make sure there's no one in it", as if that was the problem with what he said.

Sonic will not claim to have clean hands. He will not say he's never killed anybody on purpose or on accident, but is it so much to want to spare his brother from the same fate? Sonic still has nightmares over things like that, and even if his little brother is joking, he just can't find it in himself to laugh.

It's obvious Sonic will have to talk to Shadow and Rouge soon, he would talk to Omega as well but the robot honestly just does whatever he wants. Sonic can respect it. He cannot, however, respect Shadow and Rouge teaching his kid brother bad stuff, like how to get away with murder and other things of the like.

"I'll be back before you know it, Sonic, I swear!"

It's obvious Sonic has just missed most of the one sided conversation Tails was just having with him, he zoned out again. Damn it.

"And I'll have my communicator on me so if anything goes wrong, you'll be the first to know! I'll stay safe, Shadow will be with me."

Tails says that as if it's any comfort to Sonic. He may trust Shadow with his life but he does not trust him with children. He's sure Tails will come out physically unscathed, but mentally? This is going to be a trainwreck.

Sonic sighs. He already knows he won't be able to convince him not to go, at least not in the small timeframe he has, so he just pulls the kid in for a hug instead. "Call me as soon as you're able, okay?"

"I will, promise!"

"And if you're not back and not answering in 24 hours, I'm coming to find you myself."

"Yes, Sonic." Tails says, pulling away.

"And I'll give Shadow a piece of my mind if I have to, you know I will."

"I'm leaving now."

"And so will Knuckles and Amy!"

"Goodbye!"

"Remember what I said about calling!"

"I can't hear you anymore!"

Sonic smiles as Tails starts his plane, the kid will be fine, he knows it. After all, he's sure Shadow and Rouge know the consequences if he's not.

woe, the brothers be upon ye I wrote this in like two sittings and its barely been edited, I'll probably put this on ao3 later after I've looked at it again lol. you're welcome to hit me up in my dms or askbox, but if it's a request I would prefer my ask box lol. Remember you have to be nice to me forever and ever and ever if you decide to talk to me btw

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[charcubed]

Disneyland's Rogers: The Musical, propaganda that turns Steve Rogers into more myth than man, and revisionist history (possibly) to a purpose

Any of my thoughts in this post could just be me reading too far into things. I'm very aware of that, and please know that this post exists just because this sort of thing is fun for me! This is a thought exercise where we propose "What if we live in a world where the MCU is actually doing a cool and interesting thing as a longcon?" If you have anger at Marvel, that's valid and relatable, but please don't get angry at me or imply I'm an MCU stan who doesn't think critically about the mouse. Thanks!

Breaking news: I'm back on my bullshit!

A quick personal recap: I infamously hated Avengers: Endgame for a long list of reasons (and I even rewrote the movie). One of those reasons is that I've always taken issue with Steve's ending. But in the years since then, and as the MCU's phase 4 has evolved, my frustration at Steve's "ending" has turned into an ongoing and legitimate theory that the MCU could be slowly leading into a loosely adapted Secret Empire plot line. I know we've all been joking about Steve being trapped or about an imposter Steve since 2019, but uhhh, it's kind of not a joke to me anymore? It feels weirdly plausible at this point and so I enjoy discussing the potential.

You can find a full elaboration on that here, where I wrote out my "Steve was snatched by HYDRA" theory in 2021.

In that post, one of the things I mentioned at the time was Rogers: The Musical being in the Hawkeye trailer.

[The musical's] very existence is an example of how in-universe the stories of the lives of the heroes are being commodified, especially (in terms of how they’re framing it) for Steve’s. The heroes are no longer seen as people, if they ever were. They are, as Kate Bishop says to Clint in a recently released clip, more about “branding.” Sam Wilson will be redefining the shield moving forward in a Cap context, but simultaneously, the world is still enamored by Steve Rogers as a symbol in his own right. And that is ripe for manipulation as a Trojan horse to control public opinion… whether in the context of things like this by themselves (is the musical portraying Steve accurately, or is it painting an inaccurate picture of him the world accepts as fact?) or in future (is this propaganda that makes the public see Steve a certain way and continue to love him, to set up a fake or brainwashed Steve coming on the scene later?).

Now a form of the musical exists in full, at Disneyland and all over Youtube. Considering some of its baffling content – which I will break down below – this perspective seems even more strongly worth considering.

I have two main reasons for why I'm defending examining this musical so closely:

1. It is (arguably) an in-universe piece of media that has bearing on the MCU canon. It isn't like any other typical Disneyland attraction; its very existence is meta and it was in canon first. Obviously it's seen in Hawkeye, but there are also posters for it in several different phase 4 properties. It's lurking in the background indefinitely. So what can this musical tell us about what the wider public within the MCU is being told about the life story of Steve Rogers?

2. This Secret Empire graphic – which is animated in the center of the stage of a prolonged period of time – feels like a literal sign to pay attention.

Granted, this is obviously still ancillary material. 99% of the MCU audience will never see this musical, whether in person or on YouTube. But just because it isn't a vital piece doesn't mean it's automatically an entirely irrelevant piece.

They've given me an inch with that sign and I'm taking a mile.

So if you're interested, please join me on this journey :)

For the record, let me just say that I salute the creative team behind this show. It's pretty fun and the songs are catchy, the sets and costuming are cool, and the cast is overall very talented.

It's also fucking maddening. LMAO.

Why? Firstly, because of the seemingly deliberate ahistorical inaccuracies. We all know Ant-Man is wrongly shown in the Battle of New York, which originally "came from [the Hawkeye showrunner] and Marvel, as something to further aggravate Hawkeye as he watched the show, and also as a comment on how movies and articles and people always get something wrong." It seems like they expanded those meta nods, but most inaccuracies are now in service of glorifying Steve and Peggy's "love story." Yes, romance objectively makes for good theater; but again, I feel that this is worth examining considering the full context.

And secondly, Steve's ending is framed as an offer presented to him, convincing him it's the happy ending he deserves because he's tired. In my mind, these two big elements go together, and I'll walk you through the details of what happens in the musical before I tie the thought threads back around into some theorizing.

For your reference, here's a list of the main songs and story beats:

• "U-S-Opening Night" - the Starkettes (who are basically a Greek chorus) frame the show's story, and then it turns into an ensemble that loosely takes place at the Stark Expo. • "I Want You" – Steve's "I want" song about trying to enlist in the army. • "Star-Spangled Man With A Plan" – Steve performing on the USO tour obviously, and then there's a reprise with an added voiceover that (very briefly) covers the Howling Commandos' rescue + the war via comic book imagery. • "What You Missed" – Fury and the Starkettes tell Steve some pop culture things he missed while he was frozen, + they tell him about the Avengers. Then Fury goes down a list of other hero characters, including the Guardians? Doctor Strange? Wanda?? It plays loose and fast with time, because many non-2012 characters are bafflingly mentioned in this nonlinear Avengers list – including the Winter Soldier (???). • "Save the City" – this is the song seen in Hawkeye, with the civilians + the Avengers all involved, but it's slightly different here and expanded to also reference other battles. • "End of the Line" – Old Steve presents main Steve with the time stone as an opportunity for his happy ending, and they reflect on things together. (Yes, this is insane.) • "Just One Dance" – Steve and Peggy reunite and sing about their love. • And then there's basically a reprise of "Save the City," with the Starkettes and the whole cast closing the finale out.

Right out of the gate, let's address this: the main reason you're going to see some fans pissed about this musical is not only that Steve and Peggy's ~epic romance~ is made a pillar of the story... but also that Bucky's importance/involvement in Steve's life is minimized as much as possible.

And they took Bucky-related elements from canon and made them center more around Peggy instead.

• For some weird reason, Peggy is in the Stark Expo scene. When a soldier is hitting on the Starkettes ("hey sweetheart, I wanna dance!"), Steve tells the soldier to show the ladies some respect. The soldier grabs Steve and throws him down, and then Peggy swoops in to yell "Pick on someone your own size!" and punches the guy before walking away. So she's given Bucky's TFA line verbatim, and she is given the role he had of saving Steve from bullies. There is blatantly no reason they couldn't have had Bucky still serve that function and be truer to "history," because he briefly enters this scene in uniform less than a minute later to announce he's shipping out to the 107th – and then he spins off with a date on his arm. (We don't see Bucky on stage again until the full cast comes out for the finale!)

• After the Star-Spangled Man show, Peggy rushes in to talk to Steve. Steve is excited about his USO performance (???) but she urgently tells him to listen as she says that the 107th has been captured. Peggy apparently knows it's Bucky's division, and she knows Steve is going to go, so she tells him that she's already arranged transport for him. This is a subtle twist from the truth of how it went down in TFA, in which Steve recognized 107 as the number of Bucky's division, and his dogged determination inspired Peggy to relent and help his rescue mission. Here, Peggy is given a stronger role in the Cap origin story. And before Steve rushes off, Peggy sings a short untitled ballad hoping for their dance, so Steve pauses before he leaves to ask her to go on a date with her when he returns. • The most egregious Bucky-to-Peggy change of all is the song "End of the Line," in which the infamous Steve and Bucky line/promise (that broke Bucky's brainwashing...) is re-contextualized to be about ???? Peggy waiting for Steve in the past??? Old Man Steve and regular Steve sing it together. But we'll go back to that in a minute.

Again, I get it, yeah? It's for theater. Whatever. But in reality, the obvious logical truth is that Peggy is centered (to the point of taking elements from Bucky's story, and in turn Bucky is downplayed) because they needed to convince the audience that Steve going back in time to be with her makes sense. Steve's time travel ending had to be justified, so the Peggy and Steve "love story" had to be a pillar in this with everything else being given lesser weight.

And the inherent selfishness of him doing something as big as going back in time also had to be justified... which is why they do their best to convince you Steve fought so much he deserved it.

Let me elaborate on that by describing the lead-up to the "End of the Line" song.

So, right before "End of the Line" is "Save the City" – which includes Steve belting "I can do this all day!" repeatedly, of course. It's the 2012 Battle of New York as the Avengers come together to win.

As they begin to disperse, the song then transitions to a voiceover alert mentioning Sokovia being under attack by artificial intelligence (a.k.a. Age of Ultron). The Avengers group rushes back to center stage to say "Save the city! Help us win!" together for battle again.

And then things get fucking weird.

Because the next voiceover threat is "Washington DC. Attack: the Winter Soldier." This is not accurate to the order of events! The Winter Soldier events were before Age of Ultron; the public of the MCU would also know this.

And suddenly on stage Steve is now in the center while everyone else gestures to him. Instead of singing with him, they're telling him "Save the city! Help us win!"

Then, another voiceover: "Wakanda, under attack" (Infinity War) and again, Steve is centered while everyone else points to him. The ensemble says, "Save the city, help us win! Save us all from the state we're in! Got to hear you, got to hear you, got to hear you say..." as Steve is buckling to his knees under their pointing. And as the lights go down to one spotlight on him and everyone else leaves, he says "I can do this all day" one last time, but now it's subdued.

The implication is that Steve has been fighting and fighting, people leave him or he loses them, and he's tired.

And then fucking Old Man Steve arrives.

He says "On your left," because yes, they gave him Sam Wilson's line. BATSHIT.

So now there's two Steves on stage! There has been no mention of Thanos or infinity stones or anything up to this point! (I can only assume that's because in the MCU universe no one would want to be reminded of the trauma of "the Blip" – though it's pretty wild that they're allowed to know about magical time travel?)

Steve is baffled by Old Man Steve's arrival. I, too, was baffled by Old Man Steve's arrival.

As Steve questions how this is possible, Old Man Steve shows him the time stone from his pocket – and only the time stone – which Steve recognizes.

OLD MAN: "You've got to remember where you've been to know where you're going." STEVE: "Where am I going?" OLD MAN: "A date with destiny." STEVE: “Destiny. So we’re the hero till the end?” OLD MAN: “That’s the thing about endings, Steven. They can be rewritten.”

Lmao???????

Steve starts singing about how he hopes this means they "win" and calls himself a "tired hero."

STEVE: "But sometimes I wonder, who will save the savior? Can we really do this all day? So here I am, now and also then. Just a man, looking back at where he's been." OLD MAN: "The road is rough but wounds are healed by a thing called time. You can't forget what's waiting at the end of the line."

Me, watching this: the fact that he says this out of the blue makes absolutely no sense.

There's a bit more singing, including "end of the line" repetition, and then Old Man Steve pulls out the time stone to essentially show visions of... I don't fucking know. Past, present, and future?

That's pre-serum Steve, Steve with Mjolnir, and Sam Wilson as the new Cap. This is the only reference to Sam in the whole thing.

More singing, and then: Peggy's silhouette.

OLD MAN: "Can't forget who's waiting..." STEVE: "I can't forget who's waiting..." BOTH: "Don't forget who's waiting..." STEVE: "At the end of the line."

At this point I'm like, what in the hell?

Did Old Man Steve just brainwash normal Steve into thinking "end of the line" is now about Peggy? Because uhhhh, sorry, that's what it feels like!

Then Steve uses the stone to go back in time, reunites with Peggy, etc. etc. finale.

It's truly some crazy shit.

[drags hands down face]

Look... there's a lot to unpack here, and there's a lot that gets me about it. I know this is dramatized for the stage! I KNOW! But the fact that Old Man Steve shows up to convince Steve he should go back in time makes me want to gnaw on furniture.

Another person essentially uses the lure of a life with Peggy to tempt Steve into doing this, dramatized or not. That is how it's framed.

It's a hell of a way to frame it, and it makes Steve's ending stand in even starker contrast to so many other things in phase 4. Desperately trying to go backwards when you shouldn't or to bring back a lost lover is an evil temptation, and it results in a trap or negative cosmic consequences for basically all of the other characters in the MCU.

• In Shang-Chi, Wenwu is tempted by the Soul Eaters beyond the Dark Gate. They use the voice of his deceased wife to convince him to set them free. • In "What If" episode 4, Doctor Strange becomes evil in a desperate bid to save Christine and he destroys his universe. Along the way, he tries to tempt/trap the good Strange who's fighting him by using visions of Christine, but good Strange knows she isn't real. • Wanda's grief and desire to bring back Vision leads to – well, you know. • In No Way Home, Peter trying to undo things is what causes the multiverse problems.

And the fact that they frame it as Steve being tired, so basically the argument is he deserves that time travel ending (just like MCU fans who defend Endgame say in real life)... Well.

There's no way to make it hold up, especially because in "What If" they explicitly subverted that and had Captain Carter not go back in time despite how she felt she'd "earned" it.

Lastly, in this musical as Steve decides to pursue time travel as his course of action, he basically has the meaning or memory of "end of the line" rewritten for him. I refuse to not think that is some nefarious shit. Yes, it's not out of the realm of possibility that it's just some general Disney erasing Steve and Bucky nonsense.

But... this is on another level to me. I do think that it's a blatant choice that they had to be aware even general MCU fans would call bullshit on. Everyone knows it's inaccurate. "End of the line" is embedded in pop culture consciousness as being connected to Bucky. It just is! Surely that means it's not a stretch to theorize it could be deliberate meta commentary.

How, in the MCU world, would the in-universe playwrights even know the phrase "end of the line"? How the fuck would it be accidentally applied to Steve and Peggy? Not to sound like a crazy person, but who the fuck was rooting around in Steve and/or Bucky's personal business or their brains in order to obtain that knowledge and then remix it, and why? Neither of them would flippantly mention it in the public eye or interviews ever. So where did its inclusion come from?

And in the finale ensemble, this is Bucky's line when he comes out on stage and salutes + points to Steve: "Don't forget who's waiting..." And Old Man Steve completes it with "...at the end of the line."

What on God's green earth am I meant to do with THAT?

Smh.

The vibes are fucked, folks.

The MCU public wouldn't know enough to say the vibes are fucked. The MCU public wouldn't know the origin of "end of the line" as a phrase. But us? The ones who know the "true story" via the movies? We can call bullshit.

Whether the creative team behind this musical did every aspect of this consciously or not, in my opinion the fact that they had to tweak canon "history" to A) make Peggy's involvement in Steve's life more central and B) emphasize Steve as a tired hero all works as commentary on and almost a condemnation of Endgame's frustrating ending. In a way, it's also what Endgame did with the compass and 1973 moment with Peggy as well.

Steve's ending had to be convincing.

It's theater.

And so, maybe the same is true for the in-narrative perspective of this musical in the context of the MCU world. What purpose would it serve to tell the MCU public a feel-good narrative about how all Steve Rogers wanted was to no longer be a tragic man out of time and get to make a life with his best girl? To frame it as being about how he fought so hard for years and so he earned a happy ending? To minimize and nearly erase Bucky's importance in his life?

Who would want to do that sort of propaganda, and why?

The MCU civilians are given this happy explanation and maybe don't widely question it. Who cares about the details or logistics if it makes a good story, I guess. It's a stretch, but maybe they mostly applaud it. Maybe they're happy for "America's favorite son" (not unlike people who uncritically liked Endgame). In a way, it's even a rehabilitation of his image (after the Accords) like putting the shield on the Statue of Liberty. And maybe they'd even be ready and waiting to applaud if Steve ever made a dramatically selfless and de-aged return to the spotlight or a position of authority.

But mostly, the public is being conditioned to not know or to forget that anyone else like Bucky Barnes or Sam Wilson would possibly know Steve Rogers the person well enough in the modern day to call bullshit on any of this – or on his hypothetical miraculous future return.

So. Sure, it's probably nothing.

But what if it's not?

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UPDATE: @faeriecap added to this post with some incredible information and further behind-the-scenes context about the MCU/Marvel stuff at Disney parks! Check it out here :)

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[givemeasinglekidney]

Attention| Kuroo T.

time for some hurt/comfort as requested by my friend.

Pronouns are female but if wanted I can make a gender-neutral version!

TW: Swearing, Yelling, and creepy dude

Synopsis: Your both stressed about exams, he lashes out, you walk home and encounter someone.

Words: 1870

It was the middle of finals week, every student's most hated favorite week the education system has to bring. For 3rd years, this could finalize GPAs and getting into a certain college, so everyone’s up to their neck with studies, including you and your boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurou.

You hadn’t been able to see him in weeks outside of school because of how busy you’d both been. He had volleyball practice and you had your own club activities to attend on top of your academics. You had decided that you wanted to see him finally. You were nothing but stressed out and anxious, and seeing Kuroo would bring you some peace and tie you back down to earth to feel loved.

You texted him about wanting to see him and you both set up a study date at his house. You packed your bag full of study material and headed over. He lived a while away walking but you didn't mind. A little exercise doesn’t hurt, right?

After a small journey and a snack, you knocked on his door and waited until he let you in.

As he opened the door, all he gave was a small “Hey.” and he turned back to go to his room. You expected a little more but let it slide since he might’ve been in the middle of a paper and had his mind focused on it. You followed him to his room and sat across from him at the table in the middle.

He immediately went back to typing on his computer, occasionally writing things down in his notebook. You went ahead and took out some stationery like pencils, pens, highlighters, and sticky notes along with your notebook, laptop, and pocky.

After an hour he had said about two words to you. You had asked a few questions about the material in your study guide and he’d only respond with “mhm,” or “I dunno.”. Now you started to get slightly irritated. You understand that he’s focused and very responsible about his grades, but he can spare a few seconds to answer your question, right?

You were a good ten minutes into your chemistry packet and were lost. Maybe taking AP chemistry wasn’t the smartest choice you ever made. You got by, but you tended to struggle.

“Hey, Tetsu,” You spoke up, “Can you help me out with this? I'm confused about the whole Singular, Double replacement along with Combustion and then balancing it.”

Silence.

“Tetsu.”

“Mhm…”

“Tetsurou are you even listening to me?”

…

“Tetsurou!”

“WHAT?” He yelled “What could you possibly want? Can’t you see I'm busy? You can literally look it up yourself, why ask me when I’m clearly in the middle of something!”

You felt yourself shrink into a ball. You just looked down at your paper and went silent. He didn’t even bat an eye, going straight back to what he was doing previously.

“Listen,” he didn’t look up from his laptop,” If you’re looking for attention, this isn’t the place.”

It was then your heart dropped. Maybe, you were annoying. Maybe you were just looking for attention. Were you really that lonely that there was no one else to hang out with? At these times? Maybe he was just stressed. Maybe you were stressed. Maybe he didn’t mean it.

But maybe doesn’t mean anything.

After a good few minutes of contemplating, you grabbed your things and packed up your bag. You gave him one last look and he never looked up. You left his room, followed by his house entirely.

By now, it had gotten dark. Not dark like ten-at-night-dark but dark enough that the street lamps had come on. You walked back in silence. Your headphones had died at his house since you had forgotten to charge them beforehand. Now you were stuck with your thoughts. How delightful.

You put your focus on your feet, trying to keep your mind off what had just occurred only a few minutes ago. It’d be at least twenty minutes before you’d get home. Having walked for a good ten, the sky only got darker.

The neighborhood was quiet and lonely. The kids had gone back inside from their outside activities which left the streets feeling like a ghost town. But that didn’t last for long. Like everything in life, something comes along to, in an optimistic way to put it, spice things up.

Thud thud thud

What was that?

Thud thud thud

Was it just your feet?

Thud thud thud

No, it was out of sync with your pace. You felt eyes on the back of your head.

Thud thud thud

They were becoming louder.

Thud thud thud

You tried increasing your walking speed, hoping to make it home faster, as you were paranoid to look back.

Thud thud thud

Faster and closer the steps became.

You felt a hand. A strong hand on your wrist.

You panicked, you couldn’t scream for help.

“Excuse me,” They started, “You dropped this.”

Your wallet. You dropped your wallet and this nice guy just wanted to give it back. Bruh

“Oh, thank you! I had no idea!” You mentioned. Welp, there was nothing to worry about, you’re just paranoid.

“It’s no problem.” He replied. You got a good look at him. Tall, with a slight build to him. He was dressed in a hoodie and blue jeans. Just some guy. Some dude. Yup, definitely one of the dudes ever.

“Well, I need to be going, thank you!” You perked and turned around to walk away.

‘Hold on a sec.”

Fucking damn it-

“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night.” He said, “Im heading over to eat with some friends, why don’t you join me?”

“I'm good, thank you.” You said, slightly startled. “As I said, I have to get going.”

He grabbed your arm, “Oh come on. Have some fun… You know, my friends would love to be around such a pretty girl like you.”

Oh hell nah-

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not going-”

“Oh don’t be such a bitch!” He yelled, keeping his grip on you as you struggle out of it, “You’ll have everyone’s attention. All eyes on you. A lady like you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

Attention.

All eyes on you.

“Hey!” You hear a voice in the distance. “Get your hands off her!”

Kuroo…

“Hey man, chill, we’re just talking, isn’t that right sweetheart?” He looked at you with threatening eyes. Disgusting. You couldn’t say anything. Fear and anxiety had swept you away and you could only comply with the silence. “We were just about to head over and grab a bite.”

“Yeah right. That’s bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.” Kuroo spat back.

“Watch your fucking mouth, dude.” the creep answered, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Our status is none of your goddamn business.”

Kuroo looked around franticly, but just with his eyes.

Your wallet.

In shock and fear, you had dropped your wallet.

The creep ended up seeing it but had been too slow to pick it up before your love had.

“What’s her name?” Your boyfriend questioned, looking like he was ready to deck the dude. “If you know her so well what's her fucking name?” He held up your wallet. You didn’t have your license yet so there was no form of actual identification on there. But the dude didn’t have to know that.

He stared at your boyfriend, standing his guard. He relaxed a little and spoke up. “Listen, dude, you got me. But hey, I just wanna take her out. You get it right?” he gave a half-assed smile hoping to convince the rooster head in front of him to let him off the hook.

“No way in hell” He spoke with slight venom, “‘Cause that ‘girl’ you got wrapped around your arm is my girlfriend.”

He froze. Caught in a lie.

He pushed you behind him and stepped forward.

“Yeah right. Look who’s spewing bullshit now.” He got all tough, hoping to scare your boyfriend away, but that didn't really work.

Cause he decked him.

Yup, you read that right.

He fucking decked him.

Welp-

“What the hell dude!-” He tried to get a word in Kuro had already grabbed your arm and made a run for it.

After turning a few corners, he finally stopped. He was slightly out of breath while you were breathing heavily. He turned to you and grabbed your shoulders.

“Hey,” He breathed, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” You painted, avoiding eye contact,” I’m good… I’m alright.”

“Hey, look at me.” He cupped your chin. There was an ever so slight plea in his voice you could just barely recognize.

“Please…” You looked at him, finally. His eyes filled with worry, “Did he hurt you?”

“...No, no I’m okay. I lived.” You answered, regaining your breath.

He let out a breath and looked down.

“Holy shit… I was so worried.”

“Yeah… I bet you were,” You said, feeling slightly guilty. “Sorry.”

“No no no no,” He shut you up and looked back at you, “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m an ass, okay. If anything I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m so stressed right now but you are too. I know you needed this and I ruined it for you. I'm so, so sorry.” He apologized, genuinely.

“And that,” He mentioned “That guy was in no way your fault. Never is, never will be. You’re just so pretty, and I’m so lucky to be the one who gets you.”

Your eyes water a bit. You go in for a hug and he wraps his arms back around you, bringing you a sense of safety and security.

“I love you, I promise. Right now just isn’t my best moment to see you.” He started, “ But after finals are over with, I promise I’ll make all the time in the world for you. You deserve my attention.”

You stood there. You didn’t know what to say.

“Thank you.” You mustered up.

He walked you back to your house, the whole twenty minutes, never letting go of your hand. He stopped at your front door and looked at you. He leaned in and met your lips. You two stayed like that for a bit, just taking in each other's presence. When you broke it off to head inside, you saw how he looked at you with such admiration.

Such love.

Then you knew, he truly did love you.

#haikyū!! #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff

[frecklystars]

im gonna start making doodles trying to reclaim my TF F/Os that i've lost, maybe once a week or once every two weeks... or once a month?? i dont know, i will try to keep some consistency but i really need to start slow on this. here's to hoping that drawing them every once in a while will make even just the smallest difference.

im so sick of associating these characters with my abuser and i'm so sick of the immediate fight or flight response that i get when just looking at pictures of TF characters or even the voice actors. i have tried just about everything... therapy, medication, exercise, watching a few clips from the shows, buying cameos, commissioning art/fics, talking to voice actors in person at conventions... nothing has helped me get better at all. i tried giving up on TF entirely, throwing out/giving away all of my TF merch, refusing to touch the franchise, but that has only made me more and more miserable as time has passed. it has been over a year since [insert the most horrific experiences ever here] happened to me and since i associated that with a long list of things, TF included. and im! sick! of feeling bad! so! if im gonna be miserable no matter what, then i might as well try to get better, right?? drawing my F/Os loving me has never failed me before, so here's to hoping it isn't gonna fail me now. i am quite the stubborn bitch and i refuse to allow my main coping mechanism i've used for 2 decades to remain tainted forever and ever 😤😤

these will be the shakiest, shittiest doodles imaginable, but i think drawing the robots i miss so much at least once a month can help me rewire my brain into believing they're safe again and they love me and i'm not in danger. i think the best thing that will help me is drawing my Ryan F/Os interacting with them as "proof" that they're safe to be around, that they've "approved of" them, will help me slowly reclaim them. fake it til you make it as they say. let's try this for maybe just a couple of months as a slow start and see how it goes :/

any TF doodles will be tagged as "reclaiming robots tag" and nothing else - free to blacklist it if you dont wanna see. i'll most likely be rarely posting these but jic //shrug

anyway. yay. attempts number one and two. i like to think barbie and ken stop by the starflower meadow every now and then because stsc summons them across the multiverse, asking them how i'm doing, if i'm safe, if i miss him at all. wow i am shaking so bad. ha ha haaa. these took about ten?? minutes?? so woohoo to ten minutes of drawing TF. im proud of myself for trying. even if i dont go through with this and end up not being able to draw TF ever again, at least i managed this one single post. if i keep this up, maybe a year from now, or two years or five years or whatever, i'll be able to handle it. i don't even expect to hyperfixate on TF ever again because my self shipping will never ever be the same w/ them -- i'll never interact with the fandom again, i'll never reblog fanart or gifsets or anything like that ever again, if i even somehow managed to feel good enough to actually throw myself back into the shows -- but i want to think i'll feel indifferent to it one day. to not have that fight or flight response. that is my goal. literally the bare fucking minimum <3

anyway. i'm super nauseous. this is so incredibly hard! holy shit!!! but that's why i have to do this. to quote pedro pascal, i am going to have a panic attack and i am going to leave 👍✨

(BTW I am still gonna stay offline for a few more days. I am back from vacation but I am SO burnt out I don't want to interact with dms/my inbox yet. I just wanted to post this just to get it out of my system and let it disappear into the void. But I will be back later this week bc I still have some commissions to finish and I wanna gush about my very exciting time meeting steve/tom/the brba cast. anyway... goodnight. i love you. smooch)

#reclaiming robots tag

[lobotomyladylives]

Your rape comparison is dumb because it gets exactly to the point that you're missing. I come from a place in Nigeria with a history of arranged between young women and older men. A long time ago this practice was not only common, but largely an expected process when it came to joining two people. Today most people in Nigeria acknowledge this to be immoral and some even consider it to be sexual trafficking. I would be inclined to agree. Yet only a few hundred years ago it was not questioned. Not because rape wasn't looked down upon back then, it simply wasn't considered rape. I have a traceable family history to men I would consider to be rapists by today's standards. Do I consider them heinous men? No. It was simply the expectation and the culture of the time. Marriage was considered a unification of families rather than individuals. The opinion of the girl being married off was seldom considered. I don't think every slaver was a heinous human being either. For a large amount of time in many cultures having slaves was simply how large amounts of work got done. Yes, it required the belief that humans could be relegated to property. But that wasn't an idea they culminated on their own. Just like most of the belief systems they held. The same is true for us. Everyday I go to work for someone else to provide for myself and my family. In modern society, if I don't work, I don't eat and I die. I believe in the future we will have considered it a barbaric slavery to hold a man's basic needs hostage behind working for someone else. Maybe it will be "UBI" or something else, but I do believe that in the future most people's basic needs can and will be met without the systems of work we have now. And I don't think we'll consider every person who ever owned a business and made people work for a living, a heinous person. If you judged every person from 1000 years ago on their actions and dispositions most of them would probably be "bad men". At that point calling someone bad in that context becomes largely meaningless and renders the exercise a complete waste of time. Even a peasant from the late middle ages would likely be a terrible misogynist with them engaging in catholic traditions that gave them complete control over their wives, which I think we would agree is bad regardless if they treated their wife well or not. What people like you are too stupid and self-centered to understand is that, 200 years from now, people who look back at certain practices you supported as barbaric. No matter how convinced you are of the morality of certain practices, now, in the present, a different society in a future era, might consider them destructive. Something like lobotomies were viewed as compassionate and medically supported in the 1950s.  What are society's views on lobotomies now? Does that make these people bad if future generations do something different?

first of all I have literally no idea what post you're talking about, second of all this is fucking unhinged lol!! I hate you cultural relativism freaks so much why are you so obsessed with defending rape and pedophilia?! just because it wasn't punished in the past doesn't mean the men committing those acts weren't still bad people. a person should know intuitively that holding down a screaming crying woman or child and painfully forcing yourself on them is wrong. would you argue that the Nazis weren't bad just because slaughtering jews in the place and time they lived in was a totally normalized & encouraged practice? you can try to excuse the most heinous acts with cultural relativism but that doesn't make them less heinous. this is such a fucking pointless discussion to have

also I'm literally a commie so I do in fact believe the robber barons holding basic necessities like food water shelter & healthcare behind a paywall are fucking evil

#alright im not even looking at my inbox again for 48 hrs you people are so annoying #sorry to ppl who may have sent nice messages unfortunately they have been buried under the deranged hollarings of various y chromosoid apes #also the fact that youre what..pretending to be a Nigerian woman?? get the fuck out of here youre a white man from america in his basement #i can tell i have psychic abilities #no black person is out here going around defending SLAVERS ☠️ #asks

[booksandwitchery]

Hydromancy and Scrying

So I tried scrying for the first time a few nights ago. My experience was compelling (????) so I am going to share it.

The first time I was introduced to scrying (outside of fiction) was last year when I read The Witch of the Forest's Guide to Natural Magick by Lindsay Squire. She introduces scrying as an exercise that, like other methods of divination, assists in revealing or seeing hidden information. I don't believe in supernatural scrying, like seeing the future or talking to spirits, but I firmly believe that divination can bring things to the surface of your mind from your subconscious. Many methods of scrying involve meditation upon a reflective surface, but Squire also discusses things like pyromancy and bibliomancy.

Instructions for scrying, as stated in her book, promote passive observance of the subject of divination (fire, water, deck of cards, flock of birds, etc). With scrying, as the images come and go in our mind we should attempt to interpret them.

Hydromancy, where the reflective surface for scrying is water, seemed the most appealing to me--but it took me a long time to find a scrying bowl that worked. It ended up being a shallow, circular, matte black ceramic bowl. At night, I lit a candle, turned all the lights off, bent my head over the bowl, and observed the water. Afterward, I wrote down my experience:

"I am in a dark room--spherical and all black with traces of white and blue creating hints of shadow and depth, solid but blurry in the water.

There seems to be a rodent to my right (or something like a rodent) looking over a wooden desk at me, talking. He's got a man's voice and he speaks English. He's very wise, but he's small. He's very blunt, too--not rude, but he doesn't waste time on sentimentality or getting too emotional about things. He's generally not very emotional, but he's smart and kind. He knows what he's talking about, and he's generally right about things.

To my left, light is shining through two separate doorways, one big and one small. They are doorways to other places but I don't know where they go. I'm having a hard time deciding whether I should focus on the wise rodent, or the other doorways. I decide that the doorways and the rodent are equally important.

Then my cat distracts me, and I decide that this was more than enough for a first scrying session. I blow the candle out."

I think I'll be chewing on this one for a while, honestly. What an interesting first-time experience. I'll say it's possible the animal that was speaking to me is some aspect of my higher self, or an aspect of myself that I am looking to for guidance right now. I felt extremely comforted by him, like I knew him very well. Y'all, I literally just imagined a rodent in a scrying bowl lit by a candle in the dark, but he feels like a very real aspect of myself that I want to get to know better.

TLDR; Based on my first impressions, scrying is really fun, is a great writing exercise and also returns those feelings of enchantment that I felt when I was a kid.

#paganism #witchcraft #witch #just witchy things #nature #neopaganism #wicca #scrying #scrying bowl #scrying methods #hydromancy #divination #witch vibes #witches of tumblr #naturalistic paganism #soft polytheism #baby witch #witchblr #witch community #sass witch #sass witchcraft #skeptical witchcraft #atheopagan #atheopaganism #skeptical witch

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I’m so excited for ur Jetiri au 🤭🤭🤭

Me fucking too. And just because you asked, why don't we move the draft I've been working on right over here for you. I'm assuming you mean my modern au wheelchair Jake jeytiri shit, so that's what this is:

Quick recap from the Tommy post:

-Tommy was on a four year job with Grace studying botany in the rainforest in Brazil when Jake was paralyzed. Jake knew how excited he was about this once in a lifetime experience, and basically threatened to end Norm if he tattled to Tommy.

-Norm's solution was getting Jake into Mo'at's free clinic on a favor. He'd volunteered there a lot while he was getting his medical degree and ended up liking it so much he works there when he's got a free moment between research and projects. So he has a tiny bit of leeway to beg for a spot for Jake from Mo'at and Sylwanin.

-Jake is not the normal clientele for the free clinic. They are on the edge of the reservation, and mostly only cater to the native population and those nearby. Sylwanin tells Norm this, but Mo'at is pretty sure this'll work out. She can just tell that for some reason they need Jake just as much as he needs them.

-When Jake first shows up, Neytiri has last minute replaced Sylwanin for the month because she had to fill in for a doctor who had to go on emergency leave a few counties over. Jake will later insist this was divine intervention, whereas at the time Neytiri was fairly sure she was being punished.

-Neytiri is eighteen and freshly graduated from high school, and completely sure she does NOT want to work in the free clinic for the rest of her life. She isn't exactly sure what she will do, but it'll be something big and life changing.

-Jake is twenty-two and his life is over. He went from being a promising young marine one second, to being a burden on everyone around him the next. And now even this girl at the clinic is forced to deal with him when she wasn't supposed to.

-They start of very slow, with halfhearted attempts at weightlifting that Jake's heart is clearly not in very much. Neytiri starts to get a little more invested. She insists that he needs more wheelchair dexterity training, and stands on the back of his chair and makes Jake cart her around to all her other patients for a week. At first it was a joke but it quickly becomes a floor is lava type situation, where if she touches the ground she looses. She takes them swimming in the pond, forces Tsu'tey to help her create a wheelchair obstacle course and then makes he and Neytiri take turns racing Jake through it, takes him to an archery range for the arm strength.

-They start to get more and more ridiculous as she becomes pretty sure what Jake needs is to realize he can still do everything he wants. They go skydiving, play paintball, and go on a hike when Norm manages to rig a chair with wheels that go outdoors better.

-O b v i o u s l y one of the most important tests/exercises they do regularly is just like, making sure his dick works. Just to check. Gotta be sure.

-When Sylwanin comes back and asks her mother where Neytiri is so she can say hi, Mo'at rolls her eyes. Sylwanin is then almost run over by the classic daily Neytiri and Jake wheelchair race, who both then start demanding Mo'at declare them the winner. Mo'at picks Jake because she loves bothering Neytiri (and her soft spot for Jake is as well hidden as the sun) and Neytiri once again blames his experience and they bicker as she jumps on Jake's lap for a ride to her next patient.

-Sylwanin: ...wha-

Mo'at: shhhhh. Let it happen.

-The not so secret reason that Jake was at the clinic was less for his recovery and more for the literal depression he clearly had. It was Norm's "I will not rat you out to Tommy" condition. Jake considers himself all cured of that shit now, Norm, but everyone else isn't so sure. They all have come to love (and be super annoyed by) Jake and Neytiri together, but it's important Jake is able to be not depressed without Neytiri there.

-Jake: psh, why do I need to be happy without Neytiri?

Norm: because it's normal and healthy, Jake.

Jake: okay but what you are asking for is literally impossible.

-They give him a week. A week at home, NO NEYTIRI. The week does pass, and it actually goes well for Jake. He takes some independent trips in his brand new Norm finagled (bc the real ones are crazy expensive) Jake drivable truck, he works out on his own, reconnects with his old friend Trudy from the marines. He feels competent. He can't help but feel like he owes that confidence to Neytiri.

-Neytiri is noticeably sulking around the clinic, to the point that Sylwanin almost ALMOST calls Jake for her. It's insane. They're known each other for like three months at this point. Sylwanin has known her fiance her entire life, and she loves Tsu'tey, but sometimes he drives her crazy. They survived her month away, and she has work trips often.

-When Jake pulls back up to the clinic on his own in his own truck, they have the most dramatic reunion ever. It's like something out of a romcom. The regulars HAVE to applaud.

-It's to almost no ones surprise that when Jake announces his intention to head out traveling, Neytiri announces she'll be going with him. They spend the summer sending pictures from Niagara Falls, The Great Canyon, Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, the black sand beaches in Iceland, The Great Barrier Reef, Vaadhoo Island and many other places.

-They return happy, married, and pregnant; again, to no ones surprise (although Sylwanin manages to muster up a little outrage).

-Norm is so close to ratting Jake out to Tommy at this point.

#they are #children #we forget the amount of stupid shit neytiri did in movie one #they are one braincell buddies they are jocks #sylwanin and mo'at are the nerds neytiri is a JOCK #but we will stop here #FOR NOW.... #jake sully #neytiri sully #jeytiri #norm spellman #mo'at #sylwanin #tommy sully #grace augustine #tsu'tey #trudy chacon #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #avatar 2009 #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #we are mindmelding get in #modern au (wheelchair! jake edition)

[teddybeartoji]

my latest films!!!

hi hello citizens of loserville i bring you a few ramblings about a few movies bc why the hell not!! very much not proofread i just wrote down whatever popped into my head so yk bear that in mind

fight club (1999) -

this was my tenth rewatch............................. THIS IS MY COMFORT MOVIE OKAYY DON'T JUDGE ME second time to see it on the big screen too!!! this is the perfect movie for me - it has the soundtrack (btw when i first saw this film i got so addicted to the score that the artist ended up being on my spotify top5), it has the actors, it has the outfits, the pacing, THE JOKES, the visuals etc etc etc it's very good for me

NOW this is very niche this is special but just yk stay with me here.... i am driven by two things - curiosity and spite. and my curiosity is very... extreme..... meaning that for like many years now i've been telling my friend about how i need to get punched in the face at least one bECAUSE I JUST NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE OKAY NOTHING MORE TO IT THAN PURE CURIOSITY and then i'm watching fight club..... and The Scene comes. brad pitt goes i want you to hit me. huh? edward norton goes huh? and then pitt just tells him that he's never been to a fight and drops the line of how much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight - the way my mouth just hung open i think a couple of flies flew in there. bc what. he... he gets me..... I JUST NEED TO KNOW OKAY it's stupid i know i know and yet......... here i am + somewhere on tumblr there's a post that says "touch starved but for physical violence,, touch starved but in a sensory seeking way,, AUTISTIC FIGHT CLUB WHEN???" and this just sums it up pretty well i think

i love the narrator btw. super loser. i like his final outfit and i like it when pitt calls him "ikea boy". he's literally me. + i don't like brad pitt he can die but his outfits in this one thoughhhhhhhhhhhh ULTIMATE GENDER GUY when he has that shorter shirt on and it lifts up when he raises his hands broooooo insane

oke anyway i really like this silly little movie i won't go too in depth bc this post is already long i am writing this after i already did the last two parts lmao

when harry met sally (1989) -

MY FIRST WATCHHH!!!! absolutely loved it. i was doing breathing exercises as to not BAWL MY FUCKING EYES OUT i am a changed person now.

had the amazing oppurtunity to see this at the cinema too and let me tell you - it just made it so much better. it feels... so fucking good.... to laugh with people. no better feeling than just a room full of strangers, laughing and enjoying a film together. hearing a chuckle from a row over or a whisper followed by a quiet giggle or just having the entirety of the room laugh together as one is just so so so good i'm sorry my vocabulary is just good and amazing but yk it's about the fucking point okay. i loved it. made me feel good, made my heart warm.

the movie itself. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. yeah. the main characters were so fucking great, felt like real people yk. and the dynamic between them???????????????????????? ouch. there's a point in the film where she says that she's difficult while bawling her eyes out and the guy responds with you're challenging with hearts in his eyes while gently brushing the hair from her face. look whatever i might be biased here - as a Challenging person myself, it just felt so reassuring to hear that like that. ++ while she's very stubborn and like things to be the way she wants them to be, he's so fucking patient with her and i think that's my favourite thing of the whole movie. how patient he is. how when everybody else is rolling their eyes, sighing, listening to her tell her very specific order - he's just calmly waiting with a smile on his face. yeah no i'm like super normal about this btw.

the same scene where's she's crying, she's ranting at first, right? she's pacing around, yapping his ear off while he's sitting on the bed with a tissue box in his hand, offering her one the second she throws the away. his eyes are glued to her, he's literally changing and turning himself on the bed so he could be facing her at all time. I'M SOOO NORMALLLLL. when she finally sits down, his eyes are still on her; i'm talking tilting his head just to catch a glimpse of her eyes. + how he kept touching her - a hand in her hair or a hand on her shoulder/thigh sighhhhhhhhhh this guy is the new rolemodel love how i say new when this film literally came out in 1989....

NOWWWW THIS MOVIE AND SATORU MY BELOVED. I THINK. HE WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE. I THINK HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT. i kept thinking about him during the movie too (smh down very bad) but i just.... i feel like he actually fits the male character very well. he's annoying. he's funny. he has a staring problem. he's touch starved. he's sensitive. he's silly. he's patient (yes while gojo can be very impatient with a lot of things i think when it comes to his beloved... he's ready to take all the time in the world). he's thoughtful. he's a bit childish. he's gentle. he's funny. yes i said that twice what about it. i love him i love them. there's a point in the film where the guy is talking about a hookup and he goes "i made her meow." and i just shghashagsahshgashgahg like c'monnnnn how is this not the most gojocoded thing ever. and he was super chill about it too; his friend had to ask three times you made her meow? and everytime he went i made her meow

this is genuinely a film that i recommend to everyone. it's so fucking sweet and i just had the biggest smile on my face throughout the entire thing ahhhh i really did love it please please lovers watch it<33

dune (2021)

this was my sixth time seeing this movie............. fourth time at the cinema too...... ANYWAY i love denis villeneuve this man is a fucking genius i love all of his movies soooooo much they always look amazing and they sound amazing

the sound design aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sorry to get weird about it but hearing this is like having a real braingasm. especially at the cinema. my eyes were rolling back inside my head this is not a joke ++ the soundtrack. HELLOO???? i mean ofc it's good it's the god himself hans zimmer for fuck's sake he always delivers he's so fucking good

NOWW i neeed to talk about oscar isaac. very important. my most watched actor of last year btw i think he's wonderful. in this film - i think he gives the best performance out of the whole cast and you can't even argue with me bc i'm literally right. his character is so stoic and he seems so strong and powerful and yet whenever he's with his son or his wife you can just see the love. okay this is mostly villeneuve's directions but knowing oscar's work it's 10000% him too.

it's the small touches and gazes - right in the beginning, it's this important Thing and he's the duke of house atreides he needs to look the part, he looks tough he looks serious but then he looks over to his wife and gives THE most reassuring little look wahh and then he does the same with paul. and it's the other way around bc he looks at paul (his son for who don't know btw), kind of asking for reassurance too although he's literally the duke??? and they can't even stop the deal, it's already happening but he still wanted his son's approval...

i mean then it's the obvious "you'll still be the only thing I have ever wanted you to be- my son." LIKE WHAT AN INSANE LINE my daddy issues are crying a bit i think. and when they're talking he has his hand on his shoulder and it just sooo refreshing to see a father-son relationship like that.

and when he's with his wife, jessica..... godddddd the hand holding when they arrive on arrakis.... the way he lays his head on her lap while she massages the skin between his brows and he reaches up, just to hold her too................. FUUUCKKKK and it's just his eyes man he acts with his eyes and he's sooo fucking good

talking about his eyes- eee wait this paragraph contains a big spoiler ig so if u haven't seen it don't read this one. anyway... when he's paralysed and he can literally only act with his eyes.............. HE DOES IT SO WELL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA when the baron gets close and talks about how his family will die how his son will die and the one singular tear falls broooooooooooo i can'tttt he's sickk i love him a lot

this is such a simple movie while simultaneously being like light years away from simple. not a lot happens while a lot happens??????? first time u might be a bit confused (this is questionable though bc i haven't read the book but i thought that villeneuve made the story rather easy to understand but my dad (who also hasn't read the book) didn't understand shit and i had to explain everything to him????) while again - not a lot is happening. everybody knows that this is a two and a half hour INTRO to the next part, it's just setting the tone for the next one but it's still so fucking good on its own it's insane.

+ shoutout to stellan skarsgard too!!! i feel like he's a bit underrated in a sense that i rarely see anybody talking about him even though he's in so many big things and he's sooooo good??????? absolutely devours every single role of his and this was no exception. LOVEDD the scene where the baron is first introduced (the sound design and the soundtrack were crazy in this scene too), he's just immediately sooooo off-putting??? he's a bit scary and like weirdly calm and a bit uncanny and well, something is just not right about this guy and you're just hooked. cool guy. a+

good movie. i like. super excited for the new one!!!! oh wait also also they showed us a secret little clip from the new one and i had chills it looked so fucking good and then villeneuve talked a few words too and i was just looking at this guy talking about his movie with a big big smile my cheeks hurt after that i hope he's having a wonderful day

#does this even make sense?? #not really #when i say i rambled i mean i rambled #but will i read it over and make it better? #also no #enjoy the crumbs my lovers #ceo of letterboxd says hello

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros": Just for the weekend

*Zeus and Hera are off on a 'romantic' anniversary trip to the Sumerian ruins. Zeus has decided to make a rather shocking request*

Athena: YOU WANT ARES TO HOUSE SIT?!?!

Zeus: Yes, but tis only for the weekend my dearest. Besides, it will be a fantastic exercise of his leadership and responsibilities.

Athena: *nearly fuming as she hears this* BUT I AM LITERALLY THE MOST RESPONSIBLE AND THE MOST QUALIFIED FOR THIS TASK. Not even your most "beloved" children can handle the responsibility of even sitting on your throne!

*roughly about a year ago*

Apollo, Artemis, Hermes and Dionysus: *all just squeezed in sitting on Zeus's throne, unsurprisingly all four stuck* ...

Apollo: *losing feeling in his hips* Hephaestus please do hurry, I believe Hermes is losing oxygen.

Hermes: *probably the most crushed* ~°

Dionysus: I don't know guys, I think this is a great way to bring ourselves together a-

Artemis: *getting really antsy being stuck* Dionysus if you don't suck up your gut just a little bit just little bit longer I'll shave off of few pounds off of you myself!

Dionysus: *practically suffering being crushed by the shoulders and hips* oh I love you too Artemis *sheds a little tear*

Hephaestus: *deep sigh* yes yes. Hold still. *Literally puts on a welders helmet and a blow torch* this shouldn't take too long. Now which leg do you all prefer?

*back in present time*

Zeus: Oh Athena, past mistakes should not be taken so seriously. Anyway. ARES! *As he calls Ares, a huge thunderstorm rocks the hell out of Olympus and ends with one big bolt hitting the floor and poof there's Ares wearing a towel and a confused look*

Ares: *wet, slightly cold and maybe just a wee bit afraid* ....wut the actual fuk dad.

Zeus: Ah there you are. I see you have finally decided to dedicate some time to practice proper hygiene.

Ares: yeah I was in the fuckn shower and s-

Hera: *dressed in the finest touring gowned* Oh there you are my wlittle future king of the gods! *pinches Ares's cheeks* Now get dressed, your father and I are late for the 3976th Sumerian Lovers retreat. *Looks at Zeus* And we WILL have a peaceful and reasonable time won't we?

Zeus: hehe, of course my little hummingbird. Now, Ares. The frozen food is in the fridge and please water the plants. Goodbye! *With that Hera and Zeus poof in a thunder strike*

Ares: *barley understanding what happened, turns to see Athena just about to perform temporarily elected regicide*

Athena: *stares coldly into Ares's eyes* ....I will slaughter you. If you so dare foul my chances o-

Ares: -look come on Athena do I really look like I actually volunteered for this shit please give me a break.

Athena: i do not care. I'm watching you.

*a day and a half later*

Ares: *sitting on the throne wondering if he should kill off humanity and just let dogs evolve into the new dominant species* ....I wonder if world peace can really be achieved....maybe I can even let the pigs take over too....I wonder *looks down to earth and sees a group of dogs howl into the night sorrowfully for some reason. Suddenly becomes so emotionally moved* .... AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!

Athena: ....oh by the great void of chaos he's insane.

Apollo: well at least he's sympathetic.

Dionysus and Artemis: *hearing Ares's howling and decides to join in* AWWWWWWWWOOOOOOooooooo!!!!

*now three gods have joined in the literal cacophony of canidae condolences*

Hermes: *waking up from a headache, starts hitting Ares with a pillow but Ares doesn't react* SHUT THE FUK UP IM TRYING TO PROCRASTINATE!!!!!

Athena: ....I'm surrounded by lunatics.

Apollo: I can almost see why father picked him for the weekend.

Ares: *continues the glorious insanity that is his two day reign of insanity and fun*

#greek mythology #hellenistic #greek gods #greek posts #greek bros #greek myth memes #ares #dionysus #artimes #Apollo #Hermes #hermes god #Athena #Zeus #hera #Hephaestus

[gemini-sensei]

Hawk x Chubby!older!Larusso!reader, Sam introduces her to them all and reader and hawk hit it off, even tho reader is older she’s still really shy, and Sams catches them making iut in a corner in the halls at school?

What the Hell is Going on Here? | Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

Fem!Shy!Reader ○ Read is 1 year older ○ y/n used ○ Fluff Blurb ○ Slightly Suggestive

Pls send more of these Hawk x LaRusso!Reader, I'm literally obsessed with this dynamic. There's so much that can be done with it, honestly. Please please please.

Their paths had never crossed for a multitude of reasons; they were in separate grades, taking completely different classes, didn't hang out with the same groups of people, but mostly it was because she was quiet and kept to herself. Her friends spoke for her when meeting new people, she didn't raise her hand in class let alone do anything like take up a position on a sports team or in student government. She wasn't a prominent student that demanded attention simply because she hated it.

Hawk didn't even know Sam had a sister until he and the other students of the dojo were invited over to her house for a "team bonding" movie night. When he showed up with Bert, Chris and Mitch, she was helping Sam put out snacks. He didn't know her name, but soon he would.

Y/N LaRusso.

She originally wasn't going to stay for the movie, but Sam talked her into it after introducing her to everyone. She gave a shy wave and hugged herself in attempt to appear smaller. She was shapely, with beautiful curves and a nice ass packed into her jeans. She was gorgeous and Hawk was immediately taken by her. He thought she was stunning, simple as that.

He didn't say much to her that night, but what he did say made her giggle. He threw popcorn at her because the movie was boring, she was far more interesting. She eventually threw a piece or two back, but before they knew it the movie was over and no one wanted to watch another one.

The rest of the evening was filled with socializing, which wasn't Y/N's thing. She crept to the back of the scene, let herself escape to the kitchen. No one noticed but him, so he followed.

"How come I've never seen you around?" he asked, startling her.

She jumped, the ice in her cup rattling and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. He gave a small apology and she accepted it, then answered his question.

"I'm not really around, I guess," she said nervously. She looked down, thinking he didn't get her humor like most people. But he smiled, amused, and she missed it. "I mean, I go to school but I, uh, I don't do much."

"You don't do karate," he said, but it was more of an observation than anything else.

She looked up. "Not as a sport, no."

"What for then?"

"Exercise, meditation, mostly to relax."

He hummed, further intrigued by her. "Well, maybe you and I can spar sometime, not sport-wise."

She giggled and said she didn't know about that, then all too soon it was time for him to go. And on the drive home, which was a little longer than usual because he was dropping people off at their homes, he only thought of her. He thought about how she hide herself away, how she blended into the crowd, how she tried to disappear, but it was too late for that now.

He'd seen her, he knew she existed, and there was no going back now.

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A few weeks later, Sam was walking down the school hallway with Miguel, a bright smile on her face. They were talking about their history reports and the topics they'd chosen for them. It was as exciting as it sounded, but they'd at least tried to pick interesting subjects to do their reports on. Whether that panned out well for them was yet to be seen.

As they were making plans to go to the library together after school, they were suddenly distracted by an obscene moan. They stopped talking, frozen in place as they looked at each other, silently asking if they'd heard what they thought they'd heard. When they heard it again, they knew their ears weren't playing tricks on them.

Too curious for their own good, they continued forward with a new goal. When they peeked into an alcove leading to some classrooms, Sam saw something she wished she could unsee.

Hawk was trying to eat her sister's face, at least that was what it looked like upon first glance.

In actuality, they were furious making out, tongues twisting together and lips mashing against each other in some kind of harmony. His hands were holding her ass, squeezing the meaty flesh tight and pressing her body against his. Her own hands were holding onto him, too, one on his shoulder and the other placed on the back of his neck. She was pinned to the wall, save for her lower back as it gently bowed to press her front against him.

She was letting out soft moans into his mouth, even whimpering. He was the loud one, groaning as if he didn't have a care in the world as to who might find them. They probably thought the halls were empty, but they didn't account for students who had a free period like Sam and Miguel.

His hand slid down to her thigh, gripping it and making her gasp. Then he started guiding it up onto his hip, which allowed him to slot himself between her legs. He groaned again once they were closer and his hips rocked into hers.

That was Sam's breaking point.

"Oh my god!" she let out, causing the two to pull away from each other's lips.

Y/N's already heated cheeks became hotter, burning her up as she stood caught in the act by her own younger sister. She didn't pull herself out of Hawk's grasp, but rather leaned into it and tried to hide her face in his hoodie. He licked his lips, trying to hide his smirk as he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her into him as if they could possibly get closer. He knew she was embarrassed, and he didn't want her to be, but he let her hide and he held her in order to comfort her.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sam asked, her voice raising a pitch as her confusion and frustration mixed.

Beside her, Miguel stood shocked. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at the two, his best friend and Sam's sister. Anyone would say they seemed like an unlikely pair, his charisma and outgoing nature a hard contrast to her meek and shy personality.

However, Miguel's face softened from its sharp shock as he realized Hawk had an advantage other extroverts didn't: his former life as a nerdy introvert. As it clicked into place for him, Miguel understood a little more, whereas Sam was a little lost.

"Well?"

Hawk let his smug grin show. "Y/N and I are dating, if you couldn't figure it out for yourself."

Sam scoffed, looking between the apparent couple. "Since when?"

Y/N lifted her head, but wouldn't look directly at her sister. "Since... since a couple weeks ago?"

It came out as a question in hopes Sam wouldn't be too upset with her. She smiled nervously, looking up at her sister's still dumbstruck expression with hopeful eyes.

Sam continued to stare, blinking a few times to see if she'd wake up from a bizarre dream. However, she remained in her spot, feet stuck to the school's linoleum floor. Then she let out an exasperated breath. "Does Dad know about this?"

Y/N shook her head and Sam slapped her palm to her own.

"Oh my god."

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[hebuiltfive]

This gets kinda personal, so I'm putting it under the cut so I don't clog up the dash with soppy, irrelevant stuff because I need to just vent a minute.

Thundertober has been so much fun so far, but I'm starting to feel a little burnt out. I've done/planned for well-over half, so I'm still going to post those (hopefully), but I probably won't do every single day now.

Which has me beating myself up because I told myself that I would.

I don't know. I wanted to use this as an opportunity to fight back against my brain to prove to myself that I am still capable of working to deadlines, that I can still focus on tasks for more than two minutes at a time, and now I feel like I'm bad because I don't think I can do that?

After the last two years of literally doing nothing and feeling like I'm falling behind, this felt like a good exercise to prepare me (or at least my brain) for trying to get back into that headspace, but now I feel like I never can and I just feel awful.

It's such a stupid and small thing because I shouldn't be getting upset over not being able to post 31 short pieces of fiction, but it's more about what it represented to me, personally. I feel like I've failed myself if I don't get them all done, but at the same time I know beating myself up over it will only make me feel worse.

I don't know. I don't even know what to call this because it isn't my anxiety.

Like I know I don't have to do all 31, but I wanted to because it's fun but also to prove that part of my mind wrong.

Anyway, all this to say that if I don't post every single one, this is why, and also if I seem less active, this is also why. I genuinely can't keep up with anything when I feel like this.

Ugh.

Sorry for the ramble, and if you did read all this and made it this far, thank you.

#five rambles

[autisticlifelessons]

Things I didn't know I do because I'm Autistic

Here's a more personal post this time. I received my diagnosis in May 2023, but I was reasonably sure for a year or two before that that I was autistic. And long before that I've felt there was something different about me. But now I've done extensive amounts of research - especially on how Autism presents in AFAB people like me - I've been able to understand some things about myself through the lens of being autistic. Below is a short list of things I had no idea could be linked to being neurodivergent. I hope it may help someone who may be wondering about themselves.

Stimming - One of my favourite things to do if I've got some time to waste is bounce on an exercise ball while listening to music. It's quieter than jumping around and still counts as exercise - according to my fitbit. I have done this for many years and if I'm away from home even for a few nights I start to miss it.

Hand flapping - this is one of the visible signs more traditionally associsated with Autism, but I never really made the connection with myself until my diagnosis. It helps me think if I walk into a room and forget what I came in for, and can help me regulate myself if I'm getting frustrated or confused about something. I mask this if I'm in public or with friends, but I do it in front of family members all the time.

Being inflexible around rules - I've always been a very literal person, so if there is a rule I tend to really go out of my way to stick to it. However, I don't always pick up on nuance that they may not apply equally to all situations, which has led to times in the past where I've been very frustrated/confused. For example, with things like school uniform, I would get myself all wound up worrying about the littlest things, but some of the teachers were much stricter about enforcing it than others. I also get very annoyed if other people break rules.

Verbal loops - If I get upset, especially if I'm facing real or perceived rejection, it takes me a long time to calm down and I can get stuck saying the same thing over and over. This is sometimes annoying to the other person and makes them even more upset with me.

There are a lot more, but those are the ones that stick out for me when I think about it. I've had a rough couple of days and am dealing with a bit of burnout, but I wanted to make this post while it was in my head.

While there are behaviours associated with Autism that people are generally familiar, it presents differently in every individual, so there are lots of things that someone who is undiagnosed may not realise are connected to them being neurodivergent.

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[threshie]

I "graduated" from physical therapy today after months of attending it. Whoohoo!

Also, I just got my blood test results back, and I'm no longer anemic (for the first time in my adult life.) Whoohooooo!

Actually, let's just do a gratitude dump, because there's a lot:

The surgery scar has faded a lot, and it hasn't even been a year (I ♥ you, cocoa butter!) My daily exercise routine I started on the 1st has resulted in visible muscle definition starting to show on my arms. I got an email back from the apartment I want to move to, and the income level they want is almost exactly the income level I have. I finally got around to trimming my hair this morning, and it looks nice now instead of overgrown. I found one of my favorite shirts in two other colors on clearance for $3 each, so now I have more comfy layering options. I went over the calories in my diet, and I'm eating the right amount (not over, which is what I expected.) I finally got to watch Warlords of Atlantis after years of it not being available streaming anywhere. The weather is sunny and mild, and I'm enjoying being barefoot and in short sleeves. I acquired three new house plants—one is a coffee plant, one has purple velvet fuzz on green leaves, and one has glittery red leaves that look like butterflies' wings. I got to go see Dune 2 in the movie theater. I planted seeds that will sprout soon. My indie author income is finally on the rise again after a tight winter season. I can now build my author mailing list thousands strong without having to pay monthly to do so. I have a plan in place so I can cover my taxes without extra fees. My latest (very smutty) published work that I wasn't confident in has gotten some positive ratings by readers, and is my second bestselling book this month. I finished the story for my favorite video game of recent years, Days Gone, after playing for ages without trying to finish it (and the ending was great!) I got to finally read the gorgeous artbook for said game since spoilers weren't a concern anymore. I confirmed with my doctor and blood tests that my hypoglycemia is not diabetes-related (and is a literal medical need for snacks.) I officially handed off the reins of the Discord server I started 4 years ago, and left it in the hands of some awesome people. I'm finally getting some good nights of sleep after having trouble with insomnia for awhile. I finally learned how to moisturize my face and my skin has been doing great ever since. I get to write a smutty gay novella about the Jersey Devil and get paid for it.

#threshie #threshasketch #thoughts #gratitude dump #wheee #there's so much good stuff happening and I'm loving it ♥ #if it's too much to read just ignore my wall of text and take the TL;DR that I'm Quite Happy at the moment #LOL #much has been going on lately #and the winds of change are blowing #and it's good change #♥♥♥

[zuzsenpai]

personal post. tw for mental illness and medication mentions

About four months ago I started having bad anxiety almost completely out of nowhere. I've had depression for about 13 years, but never a whole lot of anxiety until recently. I was also extremely restless, legs constantly shaking, irritable, and unable to focus. My psychiatrist seemed to think that one of my depression meds (I'm on two) that I've been on for three years was suddenly causing these symptoms-- maybe not the anxiety, but probably the restlessness. So I started tapering off of that med. I was extremely worried about taking common "as needed" anxiety medicines because they can be addictive and sedative. So while I was tapering off of the depression med, she prescribed a non-addictive daily anxiety med. Once I was completely tapered off of the one depression med (and my restlessness actually did stop!), she upped the dose of the anxiety med.

Two weeks ago I started feeling constantly lightheaded, extremely fatigued and exhausted, zero concentration, and had frequent mild aphasia (in which I couldn't form proper sentences while speaking without a lot of effort). I thought they were pre-migraine symptoms since I have had those in the past and the weather has been a little weird recently. These symptoms had honestly been scaring the shit out of me. I haven't been able to enjoy things I wanted to. I haven't been able to get work done at work. This past weekend I had guests over and I was sick pretty much the whole fucking time.

SO.... I had COMPLETELY forgotten that I started the higher dose of the new anxiety med exactly two weeks ago. Lo and behold, I looked up the side effects for that med yesterday and ALL of my recent symptoms line up with those side effects. I'm relieved that it can be something potentially fixable if I taper off of this particular med. But..... my anxiety is literally gone now, most likely because of this med. So.... what the fuck am I supposed to do now? Do I wait another week to see if the symptoms subside? If they don't, do I ask my psychiatrist to take me off of the med? What will I do if the anxiety comes back?

I was talking to my mom about this (bad bad bad idea and yet somehow I did it anyway) and she got very mad that I'm not trying "exercise, meditation, and prayer" as a cure for the anxiety. I don't think she realizes that my depression is so shitty and debilitating that I can barely do anything outside of take meds (which mostly don't work regardless of which depression med I take).

I've been extremely stressed as my projects at work pile up and my hobbies have been pushed to the side. I have no idea what to do. I guess I need to fucking exercise.

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