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scuderiahoney · 4 months

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Always Walk Me Home

Max Verstappen x Reader // Strawberry Wine Pt I

Strawberry Wine Series

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Summary: You and Max are keeping things casual. Sooo casual. You can be casual. Right?

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a/n: Heeeeere we go, his number is in my bio for a reason, it’s my other favorite boy! This one is heavily inspired by some of the prompts on this list. anyways enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol/mild intoxication, mild sexual references, google translated Dutch

Things with Max are… brand new. Everything is still fresh. Everything he does gives you butterflies, makes your heart skip a beat. It’s the honeymoon phase, as everyone calls it.

It’s so brand new that nobody knows. Nothing is… official, yet. You’ve just been on a few dates, had a few movie nights. You’ve stayed at his place a couple times, waking up with his arm around your waist and Jimmy and Sassy curled up next to you. It’s casual. You’re keeping things casual. Max seems content to feel things out, to keep seeing you without labeling it. You’re trying so hard to be casual about it that it’s almost embarrassing.

You feel like everyone sees straight through you. On top of spending time alone together, you and Max are friends, so you see each other at group outings and clubs and dinners with your other friends. Max acts the same there as he always has- kind, courteous, and friendly. You won’t lie, sometimes you wish he’d hold your hand or pull your chair out for you or something, anything to show you that you’re not the only one feeling less than casual. But you’re scared of scaring him away, so you keep your mouth shut.

…..

You’re out to dinner with friends, somehow ending up sitting next to him. It’s nice, really nice. You can smell his cologne, can feel the warmth radiating off of him at the packed table. You have to fight the urge to nudge his foot with yours, to press your knee against his. That wouldn’t be very casual of you. You can do this, you can be normal.

He’s saying something to the person next to him, laughing and leaning towards them. You want to be the reason he’s laughing, want to be in on the jokes. You keep your mouth shut and look at the menu instead.

“What are you going to get?” Max asks.

He’s suddenly in your space. He’s leaning close, his shoulder brushing against yours. Be normal. You shrug, sliding your finger down the menu.

“Probably the shrimp scampi,” you say, pointing at the item.

Max nods. “You love seafood.”

You blink, breath caught in your chest. He’s right, but you didn’t know he knew that. Let alone for him to say it as fact. It’s not like he’s whispering either- someone else could hear. It’s silly, because it’s such a small thing, but you’re overanalyzing everything about it.

“I do,” you agree, turning and smiling at him.

“I remember things,” he says, a soft smile on his face, and now your face is growing hot.

Someone draws his attention away, and you look back to the menu. You nearly yelp in shock when something brushes your knee, but- it’s Max, you realize with a start, his hand searching for something. You hold your breath. His fingers find yours, and he interlaces your hands, palm to palm. He keeps them resting on your leg.

You try to take even breaths. He’s holding your hand in public, with your friends right next to you. Sure, it’s under the table, but this is the most you’ve gotten from him in a setting like this. He’s held your hand on dates, done much more in the privacy of his home, but here it feels overwhelming. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, and you resist the urge to hold on so tightly to him that he can’t let go.

Eventually the food comes, and you both let go so you can eat. But it was nice while it lasted.

…..

Max’s apartment is spacious and cozy, despite the fact that he’s gone from it so often. There’s a warmth here, an aura that just screams Max. His cats roam freely, though while you’re there they have a tendency to follow you around.

“They are traitors,” Max accuses as Jimmy and Sassy weave around your ankles in the kitchen.

“Maybe I’m just better than you,” you say.

“Oh, you are,” he says, sending up a swirl of butterflies in your stomach. “But I feed them. So they are traitors.”

You laugh, leaning down to pet the cats. They nudge their heads against your hands and legs, paw at your socks, and when you walk into the living room, they follow after. Max just watches with disappointment.

By the time he joins you in the living room, drinks in hand, both of them are curled up in your lap. He lets out a huff and sets the drinks on the table. Then he’s nudging at the cats, and you cry out when he pushes them both off your lap.

“Max!” You say, appalled.

He laughs, lays down on the couch, and promptly placed his head exactly where the two cats had been. He stares up at you with a wide grin, eyes squeezed nearly shut.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you answer.

He reaches for one of your hands. He squeezes your fingers softly before bringing your hand up to his hair. You laugh and take the hint, start running your fingers through the blonde strands. He lets his eyes fall shut. Then you watch as he brings his hand up, purses his lips, and points at them.

You take that hint too, lean over and plant a kiss on his lips. When you try to pull away, he wraps a hand around the back of your neck and keeps you there. He deepens the kiss, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of your neck to hold you there. It’s not the best angle, but it’s nice, always nice to kiss him.

He finally lets you go and collapses back into your lap, a satisfied smile on his reddened lips.

…..

“I can’t open it!” You squeak. “What the fuck, how do they make it look so easy?”

You’re holding a bottle of champagne in your friend’s apartment, trying to get the cork out. It doesn’t help that you’re scared- one too many horror stories about someone getting a cork to the eye, or breaking a window. You huff and try again, gently. No use.

“Lando slams it on the ground,” your friend suggests, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, and he also shattered one of Max’s trophies,” you say. “So maybe not the best example.”

You hear familiar laughter, then, and you drop one hand to your side, still holding the bottle in front of you with the other. Max makes his way through the kitchen, a smile on his lips that paints his whole face. You hold it out to him, pouting.

“No, no,” he says. “I’ll show you.”

He wraps his hand around yours, around the bottle. You can’t lie, your mind goes somewhere else for a second, but you tamp those thoughts down and try to focus.

“See, you put this hand on the cork,” he instructs, “and this hand on the bottom.”

His hands are warm over yours. Your face feels hot. Does he feel the sparks when his skin touches yours, too? Or is this normal for him? Is it just a friend helping another friend? You wish you knew, wish he’d say something to quell your worries and calm your racing heart.

“-and then you twist, like this,” he demonstrates.

The bottle hisses, and you jump, but there’s no dramatic pop, no shooting of the cork. You just pull it out, and you stare at the bottle with wide eyes. Oh. That was-

“Easy, right?” He says. “You are already a pro.”

You laugh, shake your head, and hold out the bottle to your friends, standing there with their empty glasses. You want to study their faces, ask them if they noticed anything. You want to ask if they saw the sparks, too. Someone takes the bottle, and your hands fall to your side, the cork still between your fingers.

Your knuckles brush against something- when you look, it’s Max’s hand. He’s still standing there, watching as everyone passes the bottle around. You swallow tightly, bump your hand into his. Deliberately. You want to look up at his face, want to gauge his reaction, but you resist the urge.

Max reaches his pinky out and hooks it with yours. For just a moment, standing in the kitchen, surrounded by your friends, you’re linked. The sparks run from his finger, up your wrist and arm and straight to your heart. Your chest fizzes like the champagne, bubbly and overflowing.

…..

You weren’t even planning on seeing Max tonight. It’s a girls night, one that’s been suggested over and over, each of you being too busy to make it happen until tonight. You’re at your favorite bar, bass thudding in your chest, your friends all around you.

And then, there’s a tingling feeling in your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone is watching you. You turn over your shoulder and lock eyes with Max.

He’s leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other. He has a black t-shirt on that’s always been one of your favorites- it hugs his upper arms and his chest so perfectly. He’s watching you, a soft smirk on his lips, a drink in his hand. Everyone is moving around you, but you’re stuck on him.

You smile, wave, and force yourself to turn back to your friends. You like him, you want to spend time with him, but you’ve been neglecting your friendships because of it. Your friends have been teasing you all night about how you’ve been too busy, how you keep checking your phone, how there must be a guy. You’ve denied it at every turn. You can’t leave them now. Ditching your friends for the guy who isn’t even your boyfriend would be the opposite of casual. You force yourself not to look at him, but you swear you can still feel him staring.

Ten minutes later, a bartender appears with a tray of shots and lime wedges. “For you,” she says, pointing at you, and your friends squeal in excitement. She points behind you, then. “From him.”

You turn over your shoulder again. Max is watching, and waving this time. You laugh and wave back, and your friends all do the same. He’s far away, too far to make it in time as you each grab a shot and throw them back in unison. You put the lime between your lips and turn to look at him again, raising your brows. He laughs, eyes lit up so bright you can see the blue even across the room, you swear. Then he juts his chin in the direction of the hallway when nobody else is looking. A message just for you.

You find him out there ten minutes later, trying not to make it obvious and taking the time to come up with an excuse- you fake a phone call. The hall is empty when you walk out, and you wonder if he’s given up on you- you know you saw him walk out. Then he pops his head out from around a corner and waves you over frantically.

He’s leaning against the wall, the same way he was in the club. You stand against the wall on the other side of the hallway and stare at him.

“I’m not leaving right now,” you say. “I promised I’d stay out late.”

“I know,” he says. “Just wanted to see you.”

You tilt your head. “Yeah? Seeing me across the bar wasn’t enough?”

The tequila running in your veins has you feeling braver than usual. It doesn’t seem to scare Max. He just grins wider, brow quirked.

“No, it wasn’t,” he says. “You’re pretty from far away, but even prettier up close.”

Your face feels hot. He pushes off from the wall, leans towards you. He could box you in if he wanted, could pin you right there, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes your hand in his and pulls you away from the wall, too. The kiss he sweeps you into is sweet. He wraps his arm around you, and you sling yours around the back of his neck. One of his hands cradles the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. Out of all of it, you’re much more focused on the feeling of his thumb on your cheek than the feeling of his lips on yours. It’s strangely intimate, strangely soft, the way he holds you as he kisses you in the hallway of a bar. The way his nose nudges against your cheek, the way he pulls you closer and closer like he can’t get enough.

He pulls away, leaves you gasping for air.

“You taste like lime,” he says.

You nod, dumbfounded.

“You should go back to your friends,” he suggests, kissing your temple. “If I keep kissing you I won’t want to let you go.”

You breathe out a laugh and slap his shoulder. “If you keep staring at me in the club I won’t be able to focus on anything else.”

He laughs. “I know,” he says. “That’s what makes it fun. Besides, you’re fun to watch.”

…..

Three days later, Max is holding your purse. He’d taken it from you when you were all standing in the lobby of the restaurant and your friend dragged you into the bathroom. He’d promised to keep it safe. Now you’re back, your friends are gathering their things and saying goodbyes, getting ready to go home. You’re watching him.

The little black bag looks even smaller in his hands. His fingers are wrapped around the clutch, thumb rubbing back and forth across one of the stitches the same way it had on your skin the night before. He’s talking to someone else, but when there’s a break in the conversation, you nudge him.

“I can take that back,” you say, holding your hand out.

He tilts his head, blinks softly. “That’s okay. I’ll carry it.”

You’re sure you’re staring at him like a deer in the headlights. “Okay, but I’m leaving, so I need my purse.”

He nods. “I thought maybe I could walk you home. If you wanted.”

You nod in response, feeling a bit dumbfounded. The two of you exit the restaurant, waving goodbye to your friends. He takes your hand the second you’re outside, your purse still in his other one. Your fingers knit together like second nature, now. You could predict the pattern of the brush of his thumb against your skin like clockwork.

Your apartment isn’t far, but you find yourself walking slow on purpose, prolonging the moment. You pass people on the street and you know that to them, the two of you look like a real, actual couple. It’s nice to pretend. You lean into his shoulder, and he stumbles and laughs and keeps both of you upright. The two of you talk the whole way there, about everything and nothing and all the stuff in between.

When you reach the apartment building, he finally holds your purse out to you. You open the clutch, digging through it to find your keys and the front door access card. He watches in amusement as your fingers fumble through the bag.

“D’you wanna come up?” You ask. “I have some of that wine you like.”

You pull the card triumphantly from your bag. You look up at him, and he’s smiling softly, something sparkling in his eyes that makes your breath hitch. Makes the champagne bubble in your chest all over again.

“That’s okay,” he says, softly. “I’ve got to get back to the cats. But can I take you to breakfast tomorrow?”

You blink, card still pinched between your fingers. “Yeah, sure.”

He tilts his head at you. “Maybe brunch. You are going to need sleep. How about you text me when you wake up and we’ll go from there?”

You nod. He nods back. Then he reaches up, cups the side of your face in his hand. He’s so gentle about it, more so than he normally is. When he presses his lips to yours, he tastes like gin and he kisses like… like he cares for you. Like this isn’t leading somewhere else, like he’s not going to pull you into his lap and start trailing kisses down your neck. He kisses you just to kiss you, just to say goodnight.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says when he pulls away. “Goodnight, liefje.”

You smile up at him. “Goodnight, Max.”

He smiles back. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to your forehead softly. You swear you’re melting into the sidewalk. You must be a puddle under his feet. You want to press yourself into his chest, tell him to wrap his arms around you, ask him to never let you go.

But you’re trying so hard to be so good at being casual, so you kiss his cheek, turn around, and walk inside. You take the elevator up, leaning against the wall and covering your giddy smile with your hand. When you get into your apartment, kick off your heels, and drop your bag on the counter, your phone buzzes. It’s a call. You look at the screen and see Max’s face.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Did you get in alright?” He asks.

Your heart squeezes fiercely in your chest. He sounds so soft, asking it. You walk over to the window, peel back the curtains, hoping you’re right about what you think you’ll see. There he is, still standing in front of the entrance, phone to his ear. He’s staring up at your window. When he sees you, he waves.

“Yeah,” you say. “You didn’t have to wait, you know.”

But I’m so glad you did.

“Yes I did,” he says, voice soft and scratchy from the night out. “Had to make sure you were safe.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“I will,” he says. You watch as he waves again, smiling up at you. “Goodnight.”

…..

He picks you up for brunch the next day. By the time you’re in his car, it’s nearly 10:30. He drives with his hand on your knee, like always, fingers dancing across your exposed skin below the hem of your sundress. You like watching him drive, like being here with him. He pulls up to the restaurant and runs around to open your door for you, leaving you laughing. He hands the keys to the valet. Then he slips his arm around your waist and leads you inside.

You’ve been on dates with him, but none this fancy, none where you feel a little out of your element. Max seems comfortable, though- it’s moments like these where you’re reminded he’s not just your-friend-Max. He’s F1-world-champion-Max-Verstappen. Of course he can get a reservation here with such short notice. They’re honored to have him here.

A waiter leads you to a booth in the back. The restaurant is bright and airy, fresh flowers on every table. Max asks for a pitcher of water and orange juice before the waiter leaves. He pulls your chair out for you, pushes it in when you sit down. Your palms are sweating, heart beating rapidly. It’s just- this is the closest you’ve come to feeling like you’re actually dating him. Suddenly, it’s terrifying.

You ask him what’s good on the menu. He points out his favorites- the French toast, the eggs Benedict, the omelettes. He tells you he’s going to order a fruit sampler for the two of you to share, and you smile softly.

“They always have the best strawberries,” he tells you, eyes lit up. “You love strawberries.”

“I do,” you tell him, warmth filling your cheeks. “You do too.”

You’d bonded over that, when you first became friends. A strawberry wine that nobody else wanted to drink. Too sweet. You’d split the bottle with Max and went to bed with a sugar rush, your lips still tasting like strawberry. Ever since, for every special occasion, the two of you have gifted each other that same strawberry wine. It’s a running joke, among your friends- you’ll open the bottle, ask if anyone wants a glass. They’ll ignore you, but Max will come running.

He opens his mouth to say something, but over his shoulder, you spot something that makes your blood run cold.

“Shit,” you mutter.

He looks at you in concern. “What is it?”

“Nothing, just-“ you sigh. “Your coworker is here.”

Charles Leclerc has just walked in the door, a girl on his arm. The waiter is pointing in your general direction, towards an open table a little ways away. There goes your whole morning. He’s going to want to leave now.

Max turns to look, brows raised. “Oh. At least it’s one I like.”

You can’t help the laugh. “Should we go?”

Max turns back to you, perplexed. “What, get up to say hi? I don’t like him that much. He’ll come over here when he sees us.”

Us. You wish he meant it how you want him to.

“No, like-“ you sigh, gaze flickering down to the table. “You don’t want people to know, so-“

“What?” He asks, wide eyed. “What do you mean, I don’t want-“

“You didn’t want to tell anyone,” you say, quietly. You can’t look at him. “We haven’t even really talked about this, and… I figured you…”

You trail off, because you can feel him staring at you. He reaches over and tucks his finger under your chin. He tilts your face upwards towards his. His gaze is soft, a small smile on his face.

“Schatje, you have to be joking,” he says, and you stare back at him. “Of course I want to tell people. I have wanted to tell the whole world since I kissed you the first time.”

You blink. “But you- you didn’t want to put a label on it. You never…”

“We never talked about it,” he says. “I was giving you time. I’m a lot. Dating me is a lot. You are… I was following your lead.”

“Oh my god,” you blurt out, a giddy feeling in your chest. “Oh my god, I’m so dumb.”

The two of you just stare at each other for a moment. His eyes are bright and sparkling, his smile spreading across his whole face. You’re so done being casual.

Charles appears at the end of your table seconds later, smiling at the two of you. “Max, hi, good to see you. And I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” he adds, turning to you.

“Charles, this is my girlfriend,” Max says, reaching across the table to take your hand.

When you greet Charles, you can’t wipe the giddy grin from your face. It stays there the whole rest of the day- through breakfast, through a walk through a park, through a late lunch at Max’s with the cats winding around your ankles. Every time it starts to fade you think of Max, bright blue eyes, his finger under your chin. You fall asleep still smiling. You’re pretty sure it’ll be there when you wake up.

…..

The next time you go out with your friends, Max carries your bag the whole night. He also keeps his hand on the small of your back nearly constantly. He orders and pays for all of your drinks, includes you in all the conversations, and brushes his lips against your temple every time there’s a lull in the talking.

Nobody questions it. None of your friends even bat an eye. You find out why when you end up in the bathroom with the girls, a tradition as old as time itself.

It turns out they all already knew.

“Max told us all the day after he kissed you the first time,” someone tells you. “And then he told us we all had to act like nothing was different, because he didn’t want to scare you off.”

You collapse into a fit of laughter, bracing yourself against the sink. All this time, you were worried about it, and he’d told everyone right away. You’d thought you were the one struggling to be casual. God, you’d have saved yourself so much trouble if you’d only asked. If you’d only told him straightforward what you wanted. If you’d only been up front.

You’re giddy with it, then. You can feel it coursing through your veins and buzzing in your fingertips. You won’t call it love yet, at least not out loud. It’s too soon, right? It can’t be love. But it’s something, and now you want him next to you. You want his lips on yours again. You’re missing him even though he’s just through the door, waiting for you, your bag in his hand.

When you return to his side, you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. You watch his smile grow and his cheeks turn red. You place your hand on his shoulder and put your lips against his ear.

“You should take me home,” you tell him.

His cheeks get even redder, and he turns to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. “You’ll walk me home, right?”

“Always,” he agrees.

He takes your hand, squeezes lightly. You feel like you’re glowing brighter than the neon lights above your head.

…..

You slip up over your morning cup of coffee three days later. The cats are in your lap. There’s the perfect amount of cream and sugar in the mug, he’s made it exactly right. The sun is shining through the windows, bouncing off his hair and painting his skin in golden light. You weren’t going to say it out loud, you really weren’t, but it slips past your lips anyways.

“I love you,” you say.

Max laughs, takes the mug from your hands, and kisses you.

Then he says it right back.

read the prequel/ sequel, Someone Sane

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aenslem · 7 months

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these tags... you are not overanalyzing actually, because... it was 60s and back then they removed a woman character who was in charge and was the first officer, because they could not handle a woman having control of something. I am talking about Number One played by Majel Barrett once again. She was my favorite lady of star trek and still is, when Pike was missing in 'the cage' she was in charge, she was the first officer, she lead the landing party and entire operation to save him. She was what Spock was doing in ToS, and they could not take it. So, Number One was removed and Spock became what Number One had to be, cold, unemotional, smart first officer. Wonder who would be my fav character if Number One stayed, because Spock is now, and I think I would love her to death if she stayed.

So yeah, Uhura was not allowed sit there in captain's chair, because men are lil pussies who could not accept a woman who had control.

And look at the gifset, Uhura is capable of controlling everything, she does not even need to be told what to do, she understands it right away, she is smart and knows shit, she was sitting in pilot's chair doing their job here, because nobody else was there to take it, and she did it well, and she was working on from captain's chair until Spock went there and I like to think that Spock does not order her, because she already knows what and how to do, she is that good. And they are a great team.

in short, im forever pissed off Majel Barrett was not playing Number One longer, while I love Christine, I would die for Number One. And that we have to take whatever scraps we have from shows just because men are so weak in real life that are scared of equality.

#text #i am sorry my lovely reblogger i had to comment it too #star trek #tos

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mapplejuice · 1 year

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Deltarune Future Chapter Themes

Okay, it's been three months and I haven't seen anyone talk about this. And I get it. The Spamton sweepstakes finale was... a lot. And I recognize that 99.9999% of it wasn't meant to be taken seriously.

But this is Toby Fucking Fox we're talking about. And I genuinely think he gave us more info about the next update than we thought.

So let's dive in.

One of the first things to notice is that the finale broadcast featured five rounds of prizes, with some skit/commercial break preceeding each round. Before Round 2 began, we were introduced to Spamton B. Spamton, whose creation was accomplished through motion-capture technology. The following commercial break had Spamton Z. Spamton talk about your computer's anti-virus.

(Exhibit B: The studio could not afford Mocap, but I laud their efforts.)

(Exhibit Z: Our friend recommends disabling your computer's antivirus. Sage advice, clearly.)

It's a very tech-focused interlude, apt for Chapter 2's focus in the computer lab.

Before Round 3, we got a broader variety of skits and commercials, including the release of the classic album Okay, That's What I Think Music Is. Nothing too noteworthy or connected to CH3's TV theme, except maybe:

(Exhibit KILL YOUR TV: Track 17 on the 1997 hit album.)

This was followed by a beautiful poetic performance by Spamtons A and B, which once again, had a hint of relation to the TV theme Chapter 3 is shaping up to be.

(Exhibit ABC news: Damn you, Tenna.)

Sensing a pattern? The commercial breaks/skits allude to the themes of their respective chapters-- at the very least for the themes we know so far. But there are five in total, which corresponds perfectly with the chapters we'll have following the next update. It's not too much of a stretch to wonder if the trend continues until the broadcast's end.

So let's make my sophomore year English teacher proud and overanalyze the fuck out of this fever dream!!

Break number 4 started with the, ah, fresh Pipis demonstration. Take what you will from it, but Spamton A is prominently putting the Pipis within his mouth, as if they're something to consume (even if he doesn't quite go through with it).

(Exhibit P: Pipis.)

The commercials themselves feature the recall of the previously mentioned Nutrinose, which was meant to be an independent nutritional tool but had the unfortunate side effect of inducing explosions.

(Exhibit N: "This product may pose a fatal explosion hazard to consumers. Do not use the product. Throw the product away or return it to your nearest restaurant.")

...Come again?

(Exhibit R: Our nearest restaurant.)

Of the non-Spamton updates that Toby gave us, one of the prominent screenshots was of Kris and Susie in QC's diner. The Deltarune website makes sure to highlight Kris' "favorite seat" here, in a place with lots of family ties and memories for them. The diner is also one of the few places where we can receive a consumable in the Light World (the only other LW consumables being Undyne's candy and the box of chalk). And, of course, diners are often well-known for their burgers, making this the most aptly suited place to return your recalled Nutrinose.

Long story short, it's very probable that Chapter 4 will take place in QC's diner, with a pretty heavy focus on food.

But we're not stopping there, folks!

Because before the untimely demise of our beloved Spamton A. Spamton, there was one more round of prizes-- and before that still, one last Break.

There were several skits and commercials within the last Break, so this section is the most open to speculation, but the two skits that held a theme were the "unsolved miracles"...

(Exhibit U: Up, up, and away he goes...)

And, of course, the final prayer.

(Transcript because the sub guy quit or smth:

I'll dress in thine face and in thine costume And smile while odes to your greatness I croon. I'll lend my life force, I'll give all my power Even if in doing, I die in one hour. It's all for this message, listen forth to my plea Play Spamton Wars now, free on Pipis 3. Play Spamton Wars now, free on Pipis 3. Spamton, of all men who ever lived, you are the best. May the hymn of the Angel sing thee to thy rest.)

Admittedly, the first time I watched through the finale, I thought this might be related to the hospital; after all, they talked a lot about life force, miracles, and "singing thee to thy rest". All of these could point to someone currently in the hospital, who Kris has some pre-existing tie to, who maybe doesn't fare well as our week continues.

(Sorry, Rudy.)

However, my rewatch revealed one crucial word I'd missed the first time: Angel. Say what you want, but I don't think any mention of the Angel within Deltarune is to be ignored. Combining this concept with the essence of the miracles and the prayer itself, and we have more and more evidence for a Dark Fountain erupting within the Church.

Given that Chapter 5 will be the last in the new update, it makes sense that it would bring us closer and closer to the mystery of the Dark Worlds-- and, because there's no point in pretending there's no connection, bringing us closer to the bunker on the south end of town. The Church is the closest location on the map, and its themes of the Angel speak for itself. Father Alvin is also one of the few characters who can trigger a cutscene with our interaction, leading to this moment of eavesdropping:

(Exhibit D: Daddy issues ig)

His deceased father, Gerson Boom, was the town's historian and storyteller; in the world of Deltarune as a whole, few characters may bring us nearer to the truth.

(Exhibit W: The history changes, but the author is the same. Wa ha ha.)

Thus, both Alvin and the Church make the theme of religion (specifically, the town's religion with the Angel) a strong candidate for Chapter 5.

So let's wrap things up: We seem to have five Chapter themes so far.

Games.

The Internet.

Television.

Food.

Religion.

What do they have in common?

They're entertainment. They're places to go and things to do. They take up our time, they make up our lives. They draw us in.

In the context of the game, someone really wants us to finish the story of Deltarune, and they're drawing on anything that grabs our attention to keep us interested. They give us games to play, use the internet to study us. They trap us in front of the TV. They entice us with the foods we love and need. They play on our faith.

Someone wants us to keep going.

Someone wants us to stay determined.

At all costs.

#deltarune #deltarune theory #spamton sweepstakes #i may be proven wrong but i accept my fate #kit says shit

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 3 months

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I was feeling nostalgic and paid a visit to the fandom tags back from the early 2010s and half of the accounts are deactivated, some haven’t posted in years… I even saw some of my gif sets of bands and TV shows from 12 years ago still floating around…

I miss fandom from back then.

I miss eagerly waiting for gifs from an award show.

I miss talking about my favorite band members or collectively lose our shit over the new AHS season, or seeing my mutuals thirst over the Supernatural dudes.

Bandom was completely bananas too - the shipping, the infighting, the fanfics, the addictions… Overanalyzing album lyrics and interviews.

Can you believe that some of the best graphic design work was done by horny teenagers back in the 2010s?

God. Not to be A Boomer about it but now we have chronically online teens on Twitter that can’t take a fucking joke and no Photoshop skills whatsoever.

I’m so glad you have this blog cause you remind me of how it was.

oh my god, you and me are the same, anon 🥲 amen to allll that, i’m old enough to remember and long for those glory days. i used to run a blog on here (around 2011 - 2015) and made my fair share of graphics and gifs, and i got so much inspiration from the talented folks who were involved in various fandoms. i’m glad i can provide a bit of nostalgia here, for those times we miss. it’s as if a large number of people are now too sensitive and miserable to enjoy even a scrap of happiness online and it bums me out when i think about that all too brief time that things just weren’t that serious.

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seamayweed · 4 months

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for the ao3 wrapped thingy:

9, 10, 15 and 28 💛

hi my bruuuuu, thanks for sending me this ask!!! 💙

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

bangseon and myeonggun!! (jang bros doesn’t count since i wrote that first chapter two years ago)

10. What work was the quickest to write?

gotta say it’s Number One and coffee date (though the latter took a long-ish while to edit since i got a sudden case of Self-doubt and started second-guessing and overanalyzing every single word lol)

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

way too many!!! i’ve got three ongoing wips for mctna, one for vincenzo, another one for the ff7 remake, a series for bloodhounds… and that’s just the wips i’ve posted hgklgkf.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

it’s hands down still Half of Your Fate.

#bru ♡#asks #ask meme #ao3 wrapped #ty bb!

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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can you do a sam from ginger snaps x reader with a really girly y2k/baddie aesthetic that likes shopping?

A/N: I love a y2k baddie.

“Samuel you have to take me shopping,” you whine, tugging Sam’s shoulder in pure annoyance. “You promised.”

“I’m busy, maybe tomorrow.” he brushes you off as he packs his dime bags.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just call up the Bailey Downs Police Department and tell them all about what’s got you so busy.” You pull out your bedazzled Nokia and start typing in the department number. Without hitting the call button, you hold the phone to your ear and start speaking.

“Hi yes, I’m a concerned citizen and I have just seen something very disturbing. A creepy old man by the name of Samuel McDonald has been going to high schools and selling young children dr-,” Sam cuts you off mid-word by furiously grabbing your phone and giving you his signature death stare.

“I did even call anyone,” you roll your eyes and collapse on the bed he kept in the greenhouse. You feel the phone hit your thigh and look up to see Sam putting on his sweater.

“I give in, let’s go.” You let out a squeal, hurriedly put on your clear wedges, and grab your brown coach bag and matching sunglasses. Sam looks mildly amused as you overanalyze yourself in the mirror, making sure your tracksuit pants still show off your belly button piercing without making you look trashy. Finally, you finish your inspection and make your way to the van, your long black hair swinging in sync with your hips. You catch Sam looking you over through his eyelashes.

The trip to the only mall in town was uneventful as always. Bailey Downs was probably the most boring town to ever exist. The most exciting thing that ever happened was all the dogs getting eaten by a wolf, which didn’t last long anyway. The inside of the mall was surprisingly nice considering the look of the town and had some of your favorite stores like Wet Seal and Le Chateau.

“Can you please not take hours this time? These trips are taking years off my life.”

“Go eat a hot dog or something I’ll take as long as I want.”

“Fine, you’ll have to find a ride home.” Sam walks towards the food court leaving you to your own devices. You knew he was bluffing, he would never leave you anywhere for more than a couple of minutes. As you head inside the building you spot your best friend since middle school, Lindsey. She was often compared to Paris Hilton since she has waist-length blonde hair and a love for everything hot pink. You two made quite the pair whenever you went out on the town.

“Lindsey!” You wave her over, practically jumping to see her.

“Bestie!” she yells across the parking lot as she runs towards you. She embraces you with a big hug before fixing her top and smoothing her hair back down.

“Where’s your little lap dog?” She grabs your arm to walk with you.

“He ditched me ‘cuz I take too long to shop.” You push the mall doors open and the smell of food smacks you in the face. A little hum slips from your lips as walk inside your version of heaven. Sam is in the corner slurping down a soda in the arcade area. You don’t bother trying to get his attention instead, you head upstairs to find at least one good pair of jeans.

You finally find a nice pair of studded jeans in Hot Topic of all places but the urge to make a complete outfit based around this one item was too great for you to resist. Just as Lindsey drags you to Dillards, Sam walks into the store next door. Lindsey looks over at him and furrows her eyebrows.

“Y’know you and Sam have been a thing for a while now and I still don’t get it. You’re a beautiful goddess of a woman with a conscience of Mother Teresa and the sass of Janis Ian while Sam is a five foot six gremlin with a temper. Why him? There are so many guys who are way hotter and nicer,” Lindsey says giving you a disapproving tongue click.

“First off he doesn’t have a temper he just thinks you’re annoying and second I like my gremlin just the way he is, all five foot six inches of him including the extra inches,” you give her a wink as you walk the to the purse section.

“You’re disgusting,” she shouts after you.

The handbags are unimpressive as always but a Juicy Couture bag catches your eye. You bend over to get a better look, but feel hands run across your butt and hips. You would have been alarmed if you didn’t hear Sam let out a whine “Can we pleeeease leeeave?”

“It hasn’t even been that long.” You pick up the bag, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips, and decide it's perfect for the outfit you created in your head.

“It’s been two fucking hours!”

“Like I said, not that long.”

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” Sam runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Fine, fine, fine we'll leave after I get this bag.” A sigh of release escapes his pink lips and he practically drags you to the register. Lindsey makes her way to the counter just as you get your receipt.

“Where are we going next?” She puts her heap of clothes onto the counter, not even caring what the final price is.

“Oh I’m going I gotta put my gremlin down for a nap.” Sam rolls his eyes at the new nickname. “I’ll see you later though, you’re going to Ginger’s party right?”

“Yeah, I guess I'll see you there.” You give her a wave and turn to the exit. From the corner of your eye, you see Sam stick his tongue out at her. You can tell by his reaction that she reciprocated the action.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” you laugh.

“You’re right I should act more like a gremlin,” sarcasm dripped off his voice.

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drpepperhateblog · 2 years

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Some thoughts on Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Positives

The songs are great. Many of them manage to describe so many awkward everyday situations that no one has ever dared to acknowledge.

Nathaniel and OG Greg were my favorite characters throughout and the only reason I could bring myself to keep watching. Trent was also hilarious. Valencia, while not consistent in some episodes, also got to favorite character level at times.

Seriously, Nathaniel. I felt uncomfortable by how much I could relate to him. I’m not sure if that has ever occurred to me before.

Okay, this is a Nathaniel thought thread now I suppose, but his parallells with Rebecca are also so interesting. The things that weird him out about her are things that weird him out about himself. But Rebecca lets her freak flag fly while he puts on a suit, plays with a stress ball and holds it all in. Also, I wanted more of Nathaniel at the zoo chilling with the monkeys.

Trent was fascinating because he was a mirror to Rebecca but 1 season back. So if we had gotten a season 5 then I guess that would be when Trent gets his diagnosis (let’s be real, he probably has BPD too). His songs mirroring hers was fun (Season 2 intro one especially) and offered a lot of perspective as well. It’s easy for the viewer to empathize with what Rebecca does, because she’s a woman. It’s less easy and even discomforting to try to do the same with Trent. Fascinating.

I love the major part parenting plays into the show. How someone with demanding, ambitious parents ends up fearful and anxious (Rebecca), someone with emotionally distant parents ends up unable to connect with other people (Nathaniel), someone with understanding and overly kind parents ends up directionless and lazy (Heather). Interesting.

Beautiful exploration of feminism and double standards. “Put Yourself First” especially encapsulates this, but honorable mentions to “Let’s Generalize About Men” and the Season 2 and 3 intro songs.

Negatives

Josh Chan is a painfully boring character. I almost quit the show, several times, because he showed up on screen and I instantly wanted to do other things. I was told to “just do something else while watching”... what is the point of watching a show if not to overanalyze everything? Why should I watch a show without actually watching it?

So much filler in Season 1. So much filler.

Valencia’s bisexuality had zero foreshadowing. Her girlfriend isn’t even properly introduced to us and just ends up being someone who does the same thing Valencia does.Rebecca on the other hand has plenty of things suggesting she is bisexual and it’s really odd that she ends up being straight?

The show doesn’t seem able to decide if the musical numbers are Rebecca’s fantasies or reality. This especially shows in everything about Valencia’s character. “I’m So Good At Yoga” definitely looks like Rebecca’s fantasy. Then you have musical numbers such as “Women Gotta Stick Together” and “This Is My Movement” where Rebecca isn’t in the room and sometimes has no idea of what’s happening, so it’s not possible for it to be her fantasy.

On the other point of straight up impossible, when Rebecca flies to New York and the Dream Ghost takes her home and shows her Greg does care about her - that does not work logistically, in any way. That makes no sense.

Some of the songs “pay homage” to other songs but it ends up looking more like plagiarism than parody in some parts. I don’t know if she show knew what it wanted to do.

The musical bits sometimes have nothing to do with the actual episode. Sure, the song is still great, but what is the purpose? Some of it feels like Rachel Bloom stuck it in because she wanted to do another music video for YouTube. I understand (and I probably would’ve done the same in her position let’s be real, Heavy Boobs is hilarious even if like.. not relevant at all to what’s going on in the episode), but if you’re going to make a musical then make the music more relevant rather than make a 2+ minute song of something that doesn’t actually matter. Same with Fuckton of Cats - the cats became irrelevant within seconds after the song ended.

I also reacted to this during Getting Bi, which has excellent lyrics very relatable to the bisexual experience, but a lot of what is referenced in the song references bisexual struggles that we have not actually seen Darryl go through. It borderline breaks the 4th wall.

Skylar Astin was good but he’s not Greg.

Other observations

Rachel Bloom and Rebecca Bunch sharing initials, zodiac sign, and religion is probably not a coincidence.

To enter mild conspiracy theory territory... Her husband’s name is Dan Gregor...

Gets even more curious when you consider that they didn’t actually plan for Greg to leave in Season 2 but were forced to write him out because Santino Fontana left.

Overall enjoyed the show despite some glaring writing flaws. Second half of Season 2 and first half of Season 3 is the peak.

#crazy ex-girlfriend #cxg #crazy ex girlfriend #rachel bloom #rebecca bunch #darryl whitefeather #nathaniel plimpton

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are-we-really-doing-this · 1 year

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HELP ME IM A NEW MAGGOT AND WTF DOES maggot #523 MEAN?

Oooooh we have a newcomer. Sit down for story time.

So, once upon a time there was a magical place called Early 2000s AngelFire where lots of people made Slipknot fansites and they all trashed on Limp Bizkit and made fun of people who wore Abercrombie and overanalyzed Slipknot lyrics to the point of hilarity and sometimes argued about which song was the best, who had the coolest mask, or even who had the biggest dick. There were so many of these sites that they got mixed up all the time so some motherfucker from an even more magical place called 2004 LiveJournal came up with a generator widget that gave you your very own “maggot number”, a nickname, a member of Slipknot that was your mentor, and what instrument you play. The phenomenon of the “maggot number” to identify yourself in the hoard of filth had most likely been around longer than the creation of the page on LiveJournal but I could not tell you the who, when, or where of that. What I can tell you is that you can have your very own maggot number!!! I mean, you can’t use the original generator, it’s broken because it’s almost 18 years old, but I have have so thoughtfully put a 1-999 number generator at the very top of my blog (if you are viewing on desktop). If you are not, just use your favorite number generator of choice and become one with the festering mass!

Happy Maggoting!

(Ps. it doesn’t matter if you get the same one as someone you see using one, just put a random 0 or a - somewhere in there to make it cool and unique)

#slipknot #my anonz

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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pairings, you say? 👀

i’m a girl who’s moderate height. covered in tattoos and hopefully piercings soon 🤞🏻 (scared of needles only for piercings LMAO) i love reading (obviously 🙄) and playing music. more into metal and stuff a bit dark. collect taxidermy, jewelry and strays. the cool gf, ig? that’s how all my exes have described me. just going with the flow and accepting whatever. dress a bit masculine, but can rock those boobs for all they’ve got. spend most of my time reading horror and watching horror lolol

sorry if this was unnecessary info or what 😭 feel free to ignore or whatever lol

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

How you met: Civilian "One ticket to The Blair Witch Project please," you asked the attendant. You would drive your exes crazy with your routine of visiting the cinema and watching old horror movies on Friday nights. But now you got to enjoy your little tradition as a newly single woman. "Here you go, Miss, it'll be a quiet showing today it seems. Only sold 1 other ticket today," the attendant said and handed you your ticket. The empty theatre was ideal as you could enjoy the movie without having people get up in the middle of it or talk on their phones. As another attendant directed you to the theatre, you slowly walked down the rows to find your perfect seat. E6 was the best seat in the entire theatre, not too far back and not right against the screen. You saw someone else occupying E5 but decided that this asshole wasn't going to interfere with your movie. As you sat down, he looked at you and you gave him a casual nod. "Out of all the seats in the theatre you chose this one?" he asked and you noted his accent, something reminiscent of Scottish. "What can I say, it's my favorite seat?" you joked back, "You like horror movies?" "Guess you could say that, just got a lot of free time," he replied. The conversation died out as the previews began to roll and you cozied in your seat. Throughout the whole movie, you laughed at his shocked expressions and he laughed at your surprised screams. By the end of it, you both were overanalyzing every aspect of the movie. "I'm just saying I wouldn't have taken that short cut," he said and you countered with, "Nah she's just a horror movie protagonist, the real psychos were her friends." As you walked out of the theatre, you turned to him and asked, "This was fun, want to do this again?" and you exchanged numbers for next week.

A peak into your relationship: "It'll be just a pinch," the piercer tried to reassure you as they held your septum and nose in a position that made it hard to breathe. Your hands felt clammy as your boyfriend, Johnny, held them and tried to reassure you. Emphasis on try as he was also taking pictures of you with your nose pinched. "Stop that" you exclaimed as you saw he was relentless. "It's a keeper, bonnie," he said and you couldn't wait to get out of this chair. "Now stay still," the piercer said and your eyes watered as you felt the needle go through your septum. After what felt like hours, they put the hoop in and let you examine the new piece of jewelry. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you were in love with it. It made you feel like even more of a badass and you could tell your boyfriend felt the same way as he went to take many more pictures. "Thanks so much, I'll definitely be back," you called out as you excited the piercing shop. As you walked back to the car, Johnny was in a cheeky mood. "Hey lass, you know it kinda looks like a bull's ring," he said and you punched his shoulder playfully in response. "Shut up Mactavish," you said and he laughed the entire way home.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #mw2

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philsmeatylegss · 2 years

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idk if i’m overanalyzing or projecting my own issues, but, though i really miss joint content, i think it’s so good that dnp separated content wise and are doing their own shit. because their relationship has caused a lot of people in the phandom to romanticize the idea of having one person and one person only to love and be friends with which is a really dangerous way to think. dnp are never going anywhere but to each other, but they’re allowed to and they should meet other people and enjoy other activities. and promoting the idea is so important in a place that has been very anti that concept. no matter what, dnp will always be together. they will always by far be each other’s favorite person. we will get joint content. but it’s also so refreshing to see them finally enjoying other activities without each other. though they will always be each other’s number one, now they’re developing their own two three four and fives. you can have a really special person or thing in life that is always your highest priority and something to always fall back on and still enjoy and interact with other people/things.

#rae’s rambles #dnp #dan and phil

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pinkhyojin · 1 year

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bias game

tagged by @moonflowerglowing (thanks nana!)

pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

1. Hyojin (onf)

2. Haechan (nct)

3. Yuchan (a.c.e)

4. Kanghyun (onewe)

5. Lua (weme)

6. Mina (twice)

7. Jaechan (dkz)

8. Changyoon (onf)

9. Junghoon (ox)

10. Jaeyoon (sf9)

Questions

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

i would assume i biased lua first because it took me a while to learn about the dkz boys but i fell in love with lua at first sight

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

haechan, no question. so sorry to my wife mina, but i’ve been a hyuck stan for much longer.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

oh my answer might shock people. i think i’d want to spend the day with chan🫣 just because i feel like he’s a lot more like me in a way? and i feel like we’d have a lot of fun together! i would want to go to an arcade or an amusement park i think that would be so fun. like with hyojin it would be fun but i get the vibe that it takes a while for him to open up around new people, do you know what i mean???? i totally overanalyzed this question lmao i’m sure i’d have a good time with either of them💖

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

CHIN FRECKLE

5. What is your favorite part of 6’s personality?

i first thought mina was super quiet and shy but i love when she just blossoms around people she loves (and becomes the weirdo she really is).

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

i would tell changyoon that he is such a star, he truly shines so incredibly bright and he brings a light to everything he does. i would tell him that i appreciate how much effort he has put in to his craft and that his voice is so beautiful that every time i hear it my spirits are lifted. and that he’s funny as fuck and needs to keep being his changdol self because i love him just as he is.

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

what awful choices honestly… clearly fashion isn’t something i consider when choosing a bias. i feel like both of their closets just contain lounge wear which! i love! but it wouldn’t really be much different?? i’ll go with hyojin for no other reason than i think he probably has more green things.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

a.c.e has done sooo much. like. futuristic techno to historically accurate gays. i just want to see what his styling would have been in the take me higher era bc that was such a golden era for a.c.e styling and he MISSED it!

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Lua!!! we’re the same height:’)

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

Gotta go with Omega X on this one. I’ve never been super into SF9’s music unless it’s like one or two specific songs and those stick with me! I want to like it, but something about it has trouble clicking with me🤷‍♀️

i’ll tag @moviestarmijoo // @minkyunmonet // @twoset // @mkscatgirl (only if you want to though!)

#thanks again for tagging me nana:)#honestly coming up with a list of biases was hard i really don’t have that many #tag games #hi nana🪷

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celestiabyss · 1 year

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I can't believe this tumblr account is already a month old 😆 While twitter helps me break down my thoughts into chunks and make them concise, i just love how i can just go all out with the word count and formatting here in tumblr to stress my point. I can bold, italicize, make the font super

big,

change the font color,

list down some points in

bulleted form or

numbered form,

put some quotes or script/dialogue excerpts

like this or

like this.

Heck, I can even put hyperlinks for easier blog page navigation (I think you need to be on browser to see the customized blog site though) or for referencing stuff. And that includes my most favorite trailer of my most favorite game. I will not hesitate to link it for the nth time because I will not stop overanalyzing it for YEARS.

And to top it all off, I can put tags for better curation (and they can also serve as your inner voice when you reblog something or when you just wanna internally scream some more).

#tumblr is great #it's been 1 month lol #there's still lots of stuff i haven't tried #still sad about the pic limit tho #but that's okay #tumblr helps me with longform stream of consciousness

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catgirl-catboy · 1 year

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Oh valid! Sleep is good!

Honestly I understand why you say that Marco should be explored more as a character, but I also feel like it's kind of cool that there are so many great characters that go unexplored in One Piece? It honestly really makes the world feel big and lived in that you could have an entire canon that focused around a different protagonist within the same universe and write maybe the same number of chapters if not more? And have it fit seamlessly into what is already written?

It's honestly one of my favorite things about One Piece shipping compared to some of my other fandoms is just how deep the world is, from characters to actual worldbuilding, you can basically always add something on that isn't explored well in canon and now you're making headcanons! Now you're writing fanfic! Now you're drawing art! And it all just happens and it doesn't feel as contradictory as in shows with narrower scopes.

If I want to fan out about Marco or Buggy or Katakuri or any number of other characters that don't touch Luffy's life for very long but still have a super interesting story? There is so much for me to imagine!

Also, exploring Marco more (except if they made him a novel, like Law or Ace) would probably require Oda to explore Marco more in the context of Luffy's story, and what I'm honestly interested in is Marco as his own protagonist. If that makes sense?

Sorry, that was probably a super long way of saying that... whoops.

Law: God I know, but it is also fun to imagine. This is one case where it would make sense for some more canon clarification because he spends so long on board the sunny with everyone, but also it's fine narratively to leave it up to the imagination. But yeah, all those little interactions, platonic or otherwise, are super fun. I love the idea of occasional smoker!Law sharing a cigarette with Sanji while both compartmentalize issues with their own self-worth by refuting the other's negative self-talk. Or Law training with Zoro. Reading with Robin and hating on the government together. Talking about medicine with Chopper...I could go on. Anyway, all that to say if you DO ever find that Law & Brook fic, I'd love to read it. It sounds awesome.

For kidlaw I mostly go off vibes? A lot of my draw to the ship initially was fanart if I'm honest. I don't even know that I have anything bookmarked I usually just go to the tag, sort for the shit that's rated E and then just read for a while 😅

Good argument! I'm the sort that loves to overanalyze literally everything about my fandoms, but I could totally see how so many moments being offscreen could be a draw to some fans!

Yeah! I have so many headcanons for the One Piece world. You could make a fan island that could have literally anything and it would technically be within the rules of canon. That being said, I wish the concepts of how seasonal islands work is explored more. Do bears that live on Summer islands not go into hibernation? Also, Little Garden raises tons of questions on how immunities work in One Piece. If an insect can infect Nami, can't it go the other way? If it went the other way, that we would be more dangerous to Little Garden wildlife than they would be to us (germ wise. They could still kill us in other ways.) There could be an entire civilization from there that was unknowingly wiped out by some pirates. Else does having so many pirates come through there help with herd immunity?

I know a lot of One Piece is just because it is cool. I'm still going to overthink it though.

The plot of the law and brook fic was basically a post-dressrosa conversation that followed the popular fan headcanon that Law was either okay with, or actively planning to die to take down Doffy. Brook talked about losing his crew and the value of life. It always stuck with me.

#ask tag #one piece

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ramble-writes · 8 months

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Music ask number 30 please am curious!

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Ya know... This is something I never really thought of. I've listened to so much music growing up that once I could understand the lyrics, a lot of them seemed relatable. I have a multitude of favorite ones that add to it so it creates a playlist that is very large. But, I guess if I had to pick one, it would be I Am Shit from Crywank because it feels like to me it talks about the fear of what you say being overanalyzed by everyone and by yourself. It goes on saying how you feel like a hypocrite in things you say to others because you don't do them yourself, leaving so many things about yourself hidden and piled up in a forgotten corner that you feel like a fake at times (depends on the situation for me). And it goes on saying "I am shit" which I feel like deep down in my soul at times.

Here's the link for it. I made sure it was with the lyrics on screen to be seen.

youtube

#yuki fwen #crywank #youtube link #music ask #my thoughts

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snonkerdoodledreams · 10 months

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although tbh I feel like a freak bc I don't have a romantic partner. Like. Everybody around me has rizz and social confidence to find someone they're close to and love...and I fuckin don't. I could blame it all on having a dysfunctional family and trauma and all that but the truth is that I have nobody but myself to blame. I feel like if I didn't see what other ppl have I'd feel better...so I wasn't reminded of what I. Don't. Have.

like...HOW? how the HELL did you find someone so fucking...genuine?!?! Loves you? Cares for you? All I want is to know that someone knows me inside and out but do you know how fucking scary that is?!

I feel like a freak. I want to die. I am such an abnormal piece of shit that I can't even find someone who loves me. I don't think I experience a lot of sexual attraction towards anybody but my celeb crushes. Maybe a girlfriend if I had one. Theoretically, I would want sex. But practically?

I don't know. The thought of a random person touching me makes my stomach turn. The thought of, realistically, even a favorite rockstar having sex with me makes my stomach turn (a little less, but I still feel scared)...don't take me srsly on this, guys. After all. What the fuck am I talking about? I'm a virgin...haha...

But back to the point...how do I find someone that I can love? Nobody. Fucking. Knows. Me. The only friends I have are from school but they all have different sets of friends...my mother would never let me have a bf and gf would prolly get me shunned by her (would she go so far to kick me out? Idk)

I don't have ppls number other than friends and if I do, they see me as a fuckin nerd who acts weird sometimes (comes out of shell. I'm a fuckin weird person.) Too scared to talk to anyone...see.

Other people have like. Social circles that they can talk to. They're the kind of people who, well, talk to others outside of a school setting. They talk on weekends maybe. Text a little. Relationship blossoms. They just. Hang out with other ppl outside of a professional environment.

And I don't. God forbid, heaven fucking forbid I ever do that...I just...don't?? I don't get ppl. I don't mesh with society. I don't know the latest gen z slang or TikTok trend or whatever. Don't know what they're talking about bc I don't pay attention to the stuff they're obsessed with. I don't get when ppl are being sarcastic sometimes...my jokes go over sideways most of the time. Even when I'm talking with my best friend we just talk about memes funny stuff or just rant. Not rlly that deep...I feel like I have different personalities depending on who I'm interacting with (DIFFERENT SIDES OF MYSELF. I ACT DIFFERENT I THINK DIFFERENT BUT IM STILL MYSELF ITS NOT DID I SWEAR). So it's impossible for anyone to get to know me. I'm the idiot who doesn't know what she's doing...one of my friends knows she can tell me anything and she has struggled with being left out a lot...and she told me about how she recently got included at something and it made her feel so great.

Am i overanalyzing things? Or have I really been floating on my own cloud for so long that I think being this way is normal? I don't think it is normal to feel the way I do...BUT I CANT FUCKING EXPLAIN WHAT I FEEL, I DONT HAVE THE FUCKING WORDS!!! And my fucking therapist will probably say that it's...all in my head? Nothing I need to worry about? Maybe ur just overcomplicating things, it's normal, blah blah blah. Cuz that's what my dad would say if I told him. I DONT HAVE THE WORDS BUT I KNOW I FEEL THIS WAY. JUST. DIFFERENT. NOT FITTING IN. NOT MESHING. NOT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE WITH FUKING NORMAL LIVES

I feel so different and I don't know who I am. Other ppl my literal fucking age have this shit figured out (I think) and start knowing other ppl. Loving them. Knowing the other person very well. Well enough to love them. Well enough to even have sex. Why can't I do that?

Oh. I know. I'm different. A freak. A leech who wants to mooch off love and never give it back. I feel like I take too much and never give back and my therapist says that "you're perfect the way you are" and I'm like "no bitch. NO IM NOT. IM A FUCKING FREAK THATS DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF FUCKING SOCIETY." (I feel like a mental case sometimes...bc I am dysfunctional human in fact that I don't do anything normally and have fucking madd, my paraself is better than me...)

Whenever I talk about having trauma and everything, I feel like a faker. Like I'm over exaggerating for clout and bc I did that, everyone believes me and when I say it feels like clout chasing, they say it's not. Everyone means my therapist and y'all. Clout means sympathy etc. I feel like a paraself who was more abused than I was is the one talking. I feel like a paraself, not my true self, whenever I talk about shit like this and tell myself "maybe you DO have that." I just. Feel fake.

tl;Dr: rant about not having romantic partner, wondering how everyone else does it, ranting that idk how to interact with ppl and I can't do it, that I'm different, feeling fake.

#tw #dysfunctional family #mental health #maladaptive daydreaming #romance #no partner #sexuality #idk #im lost #im different #feel like a leech #freak #self negativity

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