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hazbinwhoree · 2 months
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Guardian angel pt.2? I'm already addicted to and love your stuff. Thx! :3
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Guardian Angel
Part 2/3 Part 3
A/N: Can anyone guess how I’m gonna end it?
Even if Adam wanted to bring (Name) to the light, which he didn’t, the task would prove nearly impossible anyway. Because Adam was coming to learn that (Name) was quite the little sinner. In only one week, she exhibited each of the 7 Sins.
She got in a fight with her best friend and refused to apologize, even though it meant sacrificing their relationship. Pride.
She spent over a hundred dollars in one sitting online shopping for shit she didn’t need. Greed.
She spent ten minutes going through another girl’s social media page, making snide comments about her as she went. Envy.
She broke a lamp in a fit of rage over, well, Adam didn’t even know what her temper tantrum was about. Wrath.
She kicked Adam out so she could have some “Self Love Time” as she called it. Lust.
She was a glutton not of food, but of weed and alcohol, never satisifed unless she was not sober at least once during her day. Gluttony.
She would spend entire days rotting in her bed, neglecting all responsibilities. Sloth.
Long story short, Adam was pretty certain that were (Name) to die, she had herself a one way ticket down to Hell. The thought bothered Adam, and he realized that it really was up to him to make sure she got into Heaven.
“You’re sinful,” Adam blurted out one day while (Name) was listening to CPR by cupcakKe. (Name) paused the music. “It’s the song, isn’t it.”
“No… well, yes, but not just the song. I’ve seen you commit every single fucking one of the 7 Sins just this week. How do you expect to get into Heaven like that?”
“I don’t,” (Name) shrugged, going to unpause her music.
“You don’t care about going to Hell?” Adam was flabbergasted.
“Not particularly.”
“Well I’m your guardian angel, sweetie, so it’s my job to help you get into Heaven.”
“Really? Cause I don’t even know how you made it into Heaven. Their standards must be pretty low, I have a chance.”
“Oh eat shit,” Adam snapped, narrowing his eyes.
(Name) smirked.
“Have you heard of the Seven Heavenly Virtues?” Adam asked. (Name) looked bored. “I’ve heard of them… don’t know what they are.” “Well you’re going to do something that encompasses each one this week.”
And Lucifer be damned, Adam managed to get her to do something for every virtue.
She apologized to her best friend and they began to repair their relationship. Humility.
She gave a bunch of clothes she didn’t need to her younger cousin. Charity.
She left positive comments on that girl’s social media page. Kindness.
She did breathing exercises the next time she got angry instead of destroying her surroundings. Patience.
She stopped her copious amount of weed and alcohol consumption. Temperance.
She stayed on top of her responsibilities and began taking her job more seriously. Diligence.
Adam was proud of both her, and himself for getting her to do these things. Maybe she had a chance to get into Heaven yet.
“Why is it so important to you that I get into Heaven?” (Name) asked one night at dinner. Adam paused eating. “Uh, cause it’s my job, bitch.” (Name) rolled her eyes. “Yeah but you didn’t start doing your job until recently. What changed?”
“Maybe I never want to have to say goodbye.”
(Name) hadn’t been expecting such a confession. “You want me to go to Heaven… to be with you?”
Adam scowled, embarrassed. “No.”
They fell into awkward silence.
“For what it’s worth,” (Name) said. “I wouldn’t mind spending eternity with you.”
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msookyspooky · 4 months
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Getting to Know the Ropes
Sub-ish!Bo x GN!Reader • Soft Bondage • Male Shibari • Relationship Established with Reader • BDSM Dynamics • Bo is a Giant Brat • Reader is a 'Gentle' Dom in this and Experienced in Bondage/Rigging
No Word Count / Not Proof Read
TW: Past Abuse Mentioned
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"This is fuckin' stupid." He grumbled with a raised brow. Still fully clothed in his coveralls.
"It's to test the waters to see if you like it." You mumbled while gathering the 6mm Bright Red Hemp Rope.
He huffed, "Of what? I'm clothed and it's rope. How exciting can it be? You act like I'm tying you up naked or something...Honestly, that sounds like a much better idea to this."
You sighed and gently rolled your eyes, "Then it's entertainment and practice, okay? Hold still."
He raised his dark brows but sighed. "...I still don't get why you would use dumbass rope instead of straps or tape."
You smirked up at him as you gathered your rope and walked behind him to find the middle of your rope and secure the bite at his shoulder blades. "OR...You can't tie a rope and rely on duct tape and buckles."
"And it works!" He defended. "It works on any plaything I've had including you!...In fact, I don't like your tone. Maybe I should jus' haul your ass down to the room and-"
You jerked the rope lightly to get his attention. "Bo...You promised. Please? Just this one time to see."
He groaned in annoyance. "Fine, whatever ya want I guess... I'll let ya have yer lil rope fun for a short while suga but after that? You're mine. Or if this gets too boring? You're mine...Don't tie up my damn hands either."
You could tell he was a bit antsy even if he hid it well. It's like he was using excuses to not do this and yet he refused to back out. Especially when you told him he was going to be fully clothed and standing and he promised to trust you enough to give it a try...But it was the tiny things. How stiff his shoulders were. How his jaw ticked a bit. How he shifted his weight too often.
You had the rope looped around his neck loosely, bite at his shoulder blades and brought the rope back around front to create a knot at his upper chest.
"Fair enough." You commented, zoned in on where to secure your knots as you strung the rope through the first loop to secure it.
Bo looked down curiously. "...Yer starting there?"
"Uh huh." You mumbled while your hands worked and you controlled your dominant hand over the knot you were tying to make sure it didn't accidentally fling up into his eyes or face. You pulled it and it was fairly loose.
Bo huffed with a smirk. "That's it? That's all the tighter yer gonna make it? You ain't too good at this, sweet stuff."
You just smirked wryly to yourself. "Patience...It'll tighten as we go." Even if you were tempted to tell him he was being a cocky brat you knew he was just trying to act tough when really he was nervous...He didn't have a good relationship with being tied. Not at all. Even with you and you were trying to show him it wasn't all bad.
Hell, you were lucky he even agreed to this in the first place. He trusted you enough or was that desperate to make you happy. He'd never admit it but you knew and it mattered to you.
You made two more knots over his waistline through his clothes. He watched your hands move so fast and effortlessly...He was jealous of your rigging skills he didn't have; relying on sex swings and handcuffs and straps and duct tape all these years but he wasn't telling you that.
"Oh, getting to the main attraction huh?" He muttered with a lopsided grin. You got to the groin through his pants and he gave a nervous chuckle he covered up. He was usually cocky and eager to see you on your knees hands on his bulge but right now with rope and his nerves already run tight he was a bit nervous on the whole...Family Jewel issue.
You chuckled, "Sure am." You created a knot at his pelvis over his coveralls and had two ends of rope. You split the rope and measures it with your hands.
He just stared and watched. "How bout we uh jus' say screw this rope bullshit and go have fun? You're gettin' awful handsy down there, darlin'." You ignored him as you tied a knot about 6 to 8 inches down creating a separation in the rope. "Hey, what are ya doin'?"
"Just making sure it won't hurt you, dear." You commented as you carefully seperated the rope with your hand over his groin so both pieces perfectly cradled around his bulge.
You stood up and brought the rope through his thighs and went behind him.
"I'm tellin' ya. This is dumb as hell. I mean, all it's doing is taking time away from me getting these clothes off and- Ugh!" He grunted as you pulled that rope a bit harshly with a cheeky grin to shut him up.
He stiffened, a bit flushed in the face as that balled up little knot you made nestled perfectly on his taint through his clothes. Wedging up and apply a lot of pressure as it made his coveralls tighten around his growing bulge, cradling his hardening cock and under his balls through his clothes. That knot hitting in a way that stimulated his prostate externally. All while wedging between his cheeks through his pants.
"Jesus, YN!" He nervously chuckled a bit with a breath of air past his lips.
"Oh? Did it finally 'do something'?"
"S-Shut up." He grumbled. "I didn't know it would go between my ass cheeks like that, that's all..."
You giggled to yourself, "Sorry, forgot to mention that."
You connected the two ends of rope to the loop resting on his shoulder blades. However, you didn't create a knot. Instead, you interlaced the two pieces through each side of the loop and pulled gently as it created a triangle in the middle then reached around his barrel chest to bring the rope around front. It was awkward with how big of guy he was but you just turned him and steadied him a bit with your hand on his back other holding the two ends of rope.
He looked down with an uncharacteristically open expression as he felt you guiding him and securing that rope around his body. It wasn't something he experienced often. A gentle hand guiding him.
You got around front and asked him. "You doing okay?" After he was a bit too quiet.
"Huh?...Oh yeah. Yeah, 'm fine." He mumbled under his breath. Watching you intently.
"Good. Good just let me know. Lift your arms for me, okay?"
He did so as you brought each side of rope under his arms...You could see the scars on his wrist as his arms moved out of his sleeve more. He noticed it too and you could tell his mind and fears from his past were working against him.
He cleared his throat a bit. "S-So...Do I gotta keep em up permanently? Or..." He trailed off. Swallowing and flushing. His eyes kept darting to his wrist even when he tried not to.
You gave him a reassuring smile. "Oh no, not at all. Just to secure this rope and anchor it above this other rope here to get tension at the chest...It might tickle." You warned with a smile.
"S' alright. Not ticklish." He gave but lacked his usual cocky grin. Watching your hands as his wheels in his mind were turning.
You brought both pieces under the already formed looping triangle you started with at the front then brought it over and under itself. It vibrated the entire rope and every knot you created over his body. He grunted as it vibrated in a drumming sensation when you pulled the rope through and that knot at his taint and the cradling of his bulge got tighter. Tightening his clothes over it as he lightly sucked air through his teeth.
"Okay?"
He nodded but his mouth slacked a bit and a tint displayed itself on his cheeks and ears. "...'M good." He admitted lightly as you looped it again to let it nestle comfortably at the base of his ribs careful to not let it sit too low and ride up into him. It made his already ample pecks look bigger through his coveralls and created that drumming vibration along his entire body as he grunted.
You smiled. "You can lower your arms now, Bo."
He complied but you noticed he kept them distanced from your hands and his body at an uncomfortable angle as you were looping the remaining rope strands through the pieces in-between each knot at how front creating little diamond shapes. Each time tightening the rope with each pull as he hissed through his teeth at the sensation.
He seemed to not mind the comfortable tighteness, the knot placements pressure at sensitive spots, the light vibration on his body...Yet...He seemed just as tense too.
You stopped and gave him a concerned look. "You ok-"
"I don't want my hands tied, alright?" He blurted out. "I-In fact, get this off. I'm fuckin' serious! Cut the goodamn thing and-"
You let go of the rope and cupped his face. "Hey, hey, hey...It's okay!" You saw the panic in his eyes as the tightening sensation and fear of being completely bound brought him back to a very uncomfortable place. For once, he looked frightened in his blue eyes but hid it with aggression.
"YN! I can't, f-fuck, jus' get it off!" He demanded. His voice raising.
You nodded, going to undo the knots. Having sharp utility scissors on hand in case. "I'm sorry. Thanks for trying this...I was gonna loop it one last time at the groin but it's alright."
He seemed to lesson his breathing as he stopped your hands. "Wait...Ya mean, you ain't gonna tie me up? Ya ain't gonna tie my wrists?"
He gave you a bewildered look. "So...I can take it off myself if I wanted?"
You shook your head. "No. No, this is just a body harness. It doesn't require you being tied up at all."
He just...Stared. Calming down as he looked at you. You were so tempted to hold his wrists out of comfort but too scared to do so.
You nodded, "Yes technically but it's okay-" You went to cut it.
He stopped you, grabbing your hands. Half laughing in relief, "God damn, the fuck didn't ya say so in the first place?!"
You smirked a bit, "So...You want to keep trying it?"
He sighed a bit before getting out a cigarette and nodding, "Still think it's stupid but...Yeah. Yeah, sure."
You gave a knowing smile and adjusted the ropes, tying them off where they were supposed to be. You saw him give tiny glances here and there while taking drags off his cigarette but he remained silent. You wondered if he was embarrassed for freaking out or confused. You knew better than to bring it up. He'd just shut it down. Maybe even get angry at you.
He gazed at himself in the nearest reflective surface and whistled low. "Not bad...Certainly is interesting ain't it?" He smirked, flicking his cigarette.
It was more than interesting. He looked damn hot is what he looked with the ropes tightened over his pecks and ass and bulge. He went to walk and you saw his brow twitch and his breath hitch at how those ropes moved against his nether region.
"...Well?" You smiled nervously.
He smirked and put his cigarette out. "It's...Not s' bad. Different." He mumbled trying to remain in control.
But you? You beamed especially seeing the way he was looking at his reflection. Seeing how his body looked. The subtle ways he shifted his weight.
You smiled and got close to him to take it off and in a rare moment so rare it made you do a double take; he leaned forward with his arm around you and kissed your forehead. "...Yer a good darlin'...You really are..." It was the closest thank you he could give without admitting his weakness. Without admiting he was nervous prior, without getting to soft.
It was all you needed as you hugged him gently. A small smile on his face before he grabbed your ass and nipped your neck. "Now get these damn ropes off me. You had yer fun, now I want mine."
You giggled with a grin. "That's the best part."
"Best part-" His question died in his throat as you undid a knot and he felt that rope drum and vibrate his frame. He tensed, his breath hitched as you smirked at how...Tight that rope was getting near his bulge.
"One knot down..." You used your hand over his chest so when you slid that rope over his chest slowly he felt every silky touch of rope gliding over his chest through his shirt. You pulled it slowly, the vibration strong as you held him close and he shivered at the feeling. "Lots more to go."
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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months
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Seong Taehoon x Reader: Yi Suryeon Part 2
@simpfully-heartbroken @trxmoon @hfi99 👇
Part 1 here. You have a new friend.
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"Who's that?"
Taehoon isn't one to usually ask, leaving you to your own devices and himself initially occupied with whatever is going on with the film today.
But when you, his girlfriend, promised to watch this with him after spending all your free time with Suryeon, was instead glued to your phone for the last hour. Well, it rightly ticked him off. The vein on his temple bulged with each ping.
"Just Suryeon."
His eyes flicker over to the phone screen at your response, nose wrinkling at some stupid memes between the two of you. Ugh.
Giggling to yourself and ignorant of his irritation, you lean over to show the latest messages, "Suryeon just texted me-"
"Suryeon this. Suryeon that." Taehoon snaps, cutting you off and eyes glued resolutely to the TV, "Can't you talk about anything else."
"Huh?"
"You're boring me."
In his periphery, he doesn't miss your hurt at his biting words. He absolutely refuses to feel guilty. Maybe that would teach you to ignore him all night.
"Isnt this what you wanted?"
Taehoon doesn't respond. He told you to be friendly, to be nice. How the hell should he know you two would get on like a house on fire, and he, the actual boyfriend which you could do well to remember, would be feeling like a third wheel.
And that's another thing that really pisses him off. He's barely seen you all week. He hasn't seen your face during Taekwondo practice, he hasn't gamed with you at the arcade, he hasn't hung out with you at all. Turns out, you've been with Suryeon.
"What you hanging out with her all the time for?"
"But-"
"Shouldn't you be studying or something."
You tilt your head, trying to process this weird thread, this animosity, "Since when did you care if I studied?"
"..."
It clicks into place.
"Taehoon?"
"..."
"Are you jealous?"
"Shut up."
"My baby Taehoon, are you jealous I'm hanging out with Suryeon all the time?"
"..."
You tap your chin in thought, thinking about your new friend, "Yeah, I guess she is pretty cool and she's funny,"
"..."
"And actually she's really hot too."
"What."
"Mmf, mommy-"
"Do you want to die?" Now Taehoon looks over and is met with your shit-eating grin. Temper flaring that his first thought is you look fucking adorable even when you're obviously winding him up.
God. Jealous Taehoon isn't a normal sight. You didn't even think he was capable of such an emotion. Maybe there's something wrong with you that you find all this so endearing.
Determined to wipe the scowl on his face, you pepper kisses on his cheeks. With each one, the tension in his body and on his face lessens. He hates the grip you have on him.
"Let me make up to you?"
Ah, turns out that is your fatal mistake of the night.
"You will."
In the blink of eye, you find yourself flipped on your back, pinned beneath your absolute menace of a boyfriend.
Film long forgotten, scowl on his face replaced by hunger and that oh so arrogant smirk of his.
Taehoon is going to make you pay.
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sgiandubh · 4 months
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"He's actually paying those PR people? Whatever for? A drunk wombat would be better at the task." I LOL'd because my god have we been asking this very question of both Sam and Cait for years. They're PR is actually the worst. It's honestly hard to believe at times. Absolutely zero idea who either of them are trying to reach. The recalibrating after that VF disaster sent Cait into hiding, I'm not sure she's done another print interview since Belfast promo ended and if the Sam articles are going to continue on this way, he can quit too. Boring.
Dear Quit Anon,
I am flattered I managed to bring a smile or even a LOL, but I am not particularly glad about it. Unlike droves of people who think this PR shitshow is sad, I actually find it mystifying.
You are right. Goddess C went into occultation after that cursed VF interview. There are clear reasons, I think, for that. Also, please take into account the fact that, despite the illusions peddled by some fuckwits in this fandom, there are many things we simply do not know (nor should we, most probably).
As for S, I guess that ever since she went totally MIA (as I said, make-up and fash-un promo don't really compensate), he is overexposing himself. On purpose. Perhaps to protect her (I think so). Certainly to hide something. Since this is no way in hell about being gay (I will die on that hill and I know I am right), the only thing he could hide is well... I don't really need to draw it, do I?
Smoke and mirrors is always a risky strategy. S simply hasn't got what it takes to play that game long term, probably for the same reasons he was never a serious shortlist candidate for Bond. At this point in time, he'd mechanically go with whatever merde du jour is thrown by his imbecile PR on the table. Still, it's high time he'd seriously pull himself together. He can do better, as I wrote in a comment: he can do NYT and he did it very well, recently. And I was glad to see that. But Metro is just disappointing, clueless and tasteless. And it's padding up a press portfolio with amiable, meaningless bullshit that goes nowhere. Or at least nowhere near he wants to be or see himself in, let's say, five years from now.
OL is going to end. It has to. It's been both a blessing and a curse, I said that before. Then, it will be high time to end the fucking Truman Show. He (abstractly) knows that, he keeps hinting about it. “I’m ready for new challenges, but also nervous about what it’s like in the real world” - for some reason, I found this phrase very telling. But I doubt he internalized what probably still feels like a safely remote occurrence, right now.
What are his real projects? For the moment, zero. Directing? I'd love to see it, but he's got no real credentials for that. Bond? I mean, publicly gushing and insisting is not going to manifest it. He needs a real movie, a good one to break that glass ceiling. Is he going to get it? I hope so. But his personal brand awareness is still low. The PR clowns should stop talking to us, in here: we are already here and not going anywhere. All of us: antis, mommies, shippers, fencers, haters, trolls. They should talk to the people who have no clue who S is, and do it differently. He should step out of his comfort zone, ditch the leeches and refuse to discuss his personal life, for a while. There, I said it.
What are her real projects? For the moment, not much. Sure, we have The Cut, where I gather her part is minimalistic, to be kind. We also have The Amateur, of which very little is known at the moment. However, if I am correct, she is not one of the leads. Enough said. And beyond that? Crickets.
Make no mistake. The real litmus test is not now. The real litmus test is 2025. And then we'll see. And I'll still be here, taking weeping Anons because I don't know who said I don't know what I don't know where. Mark me.
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kirby-the-gorb · 7 months
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reply roundup!
I guess vaguely once a month is just how these things work now, I do try to read everyone's tags and replies and stuff but a lot of them I just don't really have anything to reply with sorry! as always I appreciate the supportive words and well wishes and stuff <3
I also love the trifurcation of responses to [go to bed]: one group of people is like "yeah u right I sleep now thanks", one is like "sorry but I can't", and one is just like "no! I refuse!!!" lol
I did get two different "posts that have 10k to me" tags though, on [one] that actually passed 10k and [another] that is still barely triple digits and will probably stay there XD
anyway [chess kirb] was on the radar which is neat
also my birthday is this weekend :)
oh yeah and reminder that I also have a craft blog @sleepy-princess-craftery
on [the last roundup] @sacrasm said: oh the clonk'd is just my queued post tag! thr other one is self explanatory he is little he is pink and i affectionately call things freak sometimes (in combination with other words)
ohhhh that makes sense lol it was the clonk'd that I was baffled by thank you for explaining -u-
on [drowsy] @ceylonsilvergirl said: being laid up sick or injured is terrible, but I think we also need to acknowledge that it’s also boring as hell. can’t do anything fun. boring boring boring
it is!!! it's so boring!!! especially since I'm already baseline sick all the time so I have less options to start with, so to do even less than that is literally nothing!
anonymous asked: Gwah being sick sucks. I wish immune system upon you!
thank you! (I think I actually need less immune system? on account of the immune disorder. but either way I do not have an active infection anymore 👍)
on [tumble] @chefwhatnot said: get chucked idiot
where's that post like "'get (blank)ed idiot' is the funniest joke" cuz they're right
on [mask] @macro-microcosm said: glad you're feeling better! i agree that we should all still be masking up, it bothers me soooo much to see that so many people have stopped
like honestly, scientifically speaking it is way more effective and more accessible than just leaning on vaccines, and it protects people from all kinds of stuff not just covid! but nobody wants to wear masks and even people who think they're being cautious just want to lean on vaccine requirements, which is doubly inaccessible for me personally and probably millions of other people :( stresses me out too.
anonymous asked: Magicking you up some new containers
thanks! they didn't have what I wanted at target but we got some usable stuff from daiso, so at least it's not all still shoved in a ziploc bag.
@thewizardgnome asked: But what if I say bye
I mean yeah you can do that too if you want I guess lol
on [paper] @breathelifeintothatsoul said: Cool! I've always wanted to try and make my own (recycled) paper one time
it's fun! there's a lot of extra steps you can add in if you want to, but the absolute basics of it is just dump a bunch of paper strips into a bin, fill it with water, wait until it breaks up enough for your liking, then dunk some kind of stiff screen into it (horizontally) so you can pull out even layers of pulp to dry somewhere.
on [paper] @hermitfox said: oooo making your own paper is do much fun, I have fond memories from kindergarten doing that. ... actually what stops me from doing that as an adult. I should make paper again
do recommend, making things is fun and also good for you :) also the paper pulp is very Texture (affectionate) (to me) (I'm sure to others it can be very Texture (derogatory) but I like it)
on [yarn] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I am very envy of people who can follow a pattern, I can’t do that. I can do a friend being like “Oh this next one is two one two one’’, i can’t translate abbreviations into an idea in my mind. give me a diagram instead
I'm the opposite tbh, I find the abbreviations really easy to follow but looking at a diagram for knitting and crochet just turns into like, visual noise if it's more complex than like, a single fan stitch or whatever.
@my-life-is-a-bad-sitcom asked: You’re Kirby’s are so cool and I love your art style. Honestly awesome. Giving you a standing ovation. 👍
thank you! I love to draw a little guy
anonymous asked: I saw you on tumblr radar just now!! congrats!! -@secondbeatsongs
woah thanks sbs!
@darkchaogarden-blog asked: Tumblr's doing that dumb thing it's been doing lately where I can't reblog anything, so I'll just write to you personally that your art is excellent! Have a good day!
that sounds like such an irritating bug but thank you! I hope you had a good day too whenever this was :)
on [chess] @shiinteractsif said: dudes at the search thingy image. congrats
oh cool I wondered where the radar posts showed up on mobile!
on [chair] @mads-is-tired said: i’ve never played a kirby game but i desperately want to BECAUSE LOOK AT HIM
honestly so valid, he's basically a character brand to me (like hello kitty or rilakkuma). I'm probably biased, but I feel like the best games to start with are either forgotten land (the one that came out on switch last year) or crystal shards (originally for the n64, also available through the nintendo online vc). I think they're the most visually appealing (aside from epic yarn which is not a mainline game) and while they reward exploration they're not as complex as some of the handheld titles to fully explore, nor are they as hand-holdy as some of the other console titles. a good middle ground of feeling like you did the thing, without being frustrating.
on [soup] @give-soup-please said: ME #soupblogging #fucking same
how delightful that this post managed to find you :) these tags make me happy whenever I think of them
on [soup] @lord-chiopet said: me too bud. you too op hope the weather approved
good news, the weather has improved :) now it is overcast and drizzly, my favorite!
on [chess] @wealmostaneckbeard said: Neither of them know how to play so they made up some rules...
what a cute idea! I hope they are having fun with their new game.
on [baseball] @hutbug said: the teal color is called northwest green and we still wear it all the time!! its beautiful u did an amazing job
thank you for the info! before this season I hadn't really had access to baseball for the past like 8 years or something and a lot has changed lol so I didn't really trust my memory
on [blue] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] "I CAN TRY AGAIN TOMORROW! Or next week! or next month..."
that really is the vibe lately huh.
anonymous asked: Your kirbys bring me daily serotonin
aww good!
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cutiemarkofcain · 5 months
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Rick and Morty spoilers. Under cut for length and negativity. This was eating at me.
I hated That's Amorte so much. It literally makes me angry. I was so excited for it. They were hyping it up. It was written by the same person who wrote Final Desmithation- a really entertaining episode! Morty was going to be in it a lot! It was compared to Pickle Rick and Vat of Acid! And then... we got this mediocre thing.
I have seen Pickle Rick and Vat of Acid, and you sir, are no Pickle Rick or Vat of Acid. And I'm even kinda meh about those episodes, but at least they showed the complexity of Rick's character!
Okay, characterization. Rick was reduced to the toxic dudebro fan ideal of him: asshole who gets away with being an asshole because he's always right. Morty- poor Morty! Finally gets an episode this season and he spent the whole time being pushed around and shat on by other characters and the narrative. Don't get me started on the rest of the family. They were fucking demons- I felt like I was watching an episode of Family Guy, just swap Morty for Meg. (Disclaimer, I haven't watched Family Guy in years, but I remember it being really mean-spirited for a while, I don't know if that's still the case, but yeah that's what I'm referencing.)
As for the theme... I just really dislike moral dilemmas that are totally bizarre and never apply to the real world. Just strikes me as pseudo-intellectual. And what is this episode trying to make a point about? Assisted suicide? The meat industry? Capitalism? Pick a fucking lane.
The story was the worst part. We've seen Morty try to do the right thing, only to make things worse, so Rick has to fix everything (Mortynight Run, Rattlestar Ricklactica, etc), so nothing new there. And it's fine that that's not new, because at this point it's happened enough that it's a trend, but That's Amorte does nothing new with it. The scene where Morty was letting his family have it was reminiscent of a similar scene from A Rickconvenient Mort, except it had emotional weight there. Here, the family's dismissal of Morty is treated like a joke. The suicide angle worked so much better in Analyze Piss because the subject was treated with the gravity it deserved, whereas here it was an element in a stupid thought experiment. And that scene showing the random dude's life? I was so pissed I refused to watch. It was like they realized what an emotionless husk the episode had been so far, so they tried to tug at the heartstrings in the laziest, easiest way possible, with some poignant scenes and sad music. That shit worked in Vat of Acid because it was about Morty and we care about Morty. I can tell when I'm being emotionally manipulated.
All in all, it felt like they took a bunch of superior episodes, had no understanding of what made them good, and threw them into the blender dimension along with a bunch of spaghetti. It felt like it was written by AI.
I can say, with confidence, that it was my least favorite episode. There was nothing I enjoyed about it. Less than Rickdependence Spray? Hell yeah, that episode was dumb but funny. Less than Raising Gazorpazorp? ...Okay, that one had no redeeming qualities either, but I didn't get hyped for it, so it wasn't a disappointment. Less than the last two episodes of season 6, which I refuse to remember the names of? Yes. Even though the last one bored me, at least Rick was nuanced and interesting there. As for the penultimate one... welllll, I mostly felt betrayed about that episode lying to us, so I feel I can't properly judge its quality. So that one doesn't get a score.
This episode offended me as a fan of Rick, as a fan of Morty, as a fan of the show, and as a writer.
Rick and Morty forever, huh? If it's just going to be an eternity of Rick being an insufferable smug jerk, Morty being abused, and both of them being miserable and hateful to each other, I don't even want another day of them. I guess this is the "Too Bleak, Stopped Caring" trope in play.
The only thing that makes me feel slightly more at ease is pretending like this episode didn't follow the main family. And that's why everyone felt like they were from season 1 and hadn't gone through any character development. (The mind eraser device looked different, by the way.) But that only solves the characterization issue, not the rest of it. Edit- realized that couldn't be the case because of how Summer says "parmesan".
Okay, I think that's everything I wanted to say. I hope that's everything, because I don't want to talk or even think about this episode anymore.
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fluffykitteninabox · 4 months
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watching Doctor Who for the first time (starting with the 9th doctor)
I'm only doing this because I've developed an unhealthy obsession with David Tennant since watching Good Omens, and I have a need to watch everything he's ever appeared in, and I know he's the 10th and 14th doctor so therefore I must watch 15 seasons of a show I otherwise wouldn't have cared about just to see him for 3 of them and a few specials!
I'm starting with the 9th because it seems like an easier starting point for a new fan from what I've read online
yes I've done research for this!
Plus the 9th doctor only got one season so it's close enough to the 10th that I don't mind watching it.
I am a completionist though so I will probably end up going back and watching the available episodes from before the revival if I like the series enough
so here's my thoughts
episode 1:
I hope we never see moving mannequins again because that shit creeps me out
honestly Rose, same. I too would have chosen the life of adventure and time travelling to infinite universes. Though I do think it felt kinda rushed to have her refuse and then immediately agree after she was told about the time travel part. Would be a cool opening if she refused on the first episode and then she spent the next one thinking about it and then changed her mind by the end. Or if we want to stick to the self contained structure show a bit more about her not liking her ordinary boring life so that it feels like a great offer when the doctor asks her to join him. I mean it does still feel like a great offer after she saved him and saying all that stuff about how she doesn't have anything to lose and gymnastics and all that. It's the back and forth that ruins it a bit honestly. Just have her say yes the first time.
I didn't know the tardis was an acronym! That's kinda cool
so is Rose never going to see her mom or her boyfriend again?
episode 2:
Alright I take it back she has doubts in episode 2 so that's good
that was a hell of an episode I don't know how to phrase it I think it changed my brain chemistry
I might be having an existential crisis?
respect to the tree lady I don't remember her name sorry
ironic how all these aliens exhibited more humanity than the supposed "last human"
kinda sad for the poor plumber that probably died too, we focused a lot on the rich guests but the workers on the ship deserved better
one thing I appreciate is that Rose chose to see the future. my personal choice would have been past but I think her choosing future is really in character for her (I say as if I've known her my whole life when I've only watched 2 episodes)
didn't expect to unlock the doctor's back story so early on. I'm guessing there's more later but for now that's already more than I thought I'd get
um yeah I was going to watch like the whole season in one or two sittings but like... I feel like my brain needs a break after episode two lol
well I was planning this post to have all my thoughts for season 1 but tumblr decided to go ahead and post my unfinished draft AGAIN even though I specifically clicked the SAVE button but anyway
guess I'll have to edit this or reblog as I go
whatever
fuck you tumblr
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dancinbutterfly · 4 months
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I am once again asking....
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When does does the anime of One Piece 's get good?
Because I'm at the Grand Line
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And like...
When does it stop being shit?
I'm so very serious.
I love Zoro. He's gorgeous and well acted and well developed. I would give my whole soul to Nami. Sanji slays. Luffy is...um...okay? He's a good boy? I get why people love him? He is just...ya know...good? I love a good boy? Ussop means well. I guess. I hate him but I know he means well. It's not his fault he's fucking irritating as shit. But he's a good enough person.
But like...WOW is it boring. Wow is it irritating. WOW is it the same fucking thing over and over.
I'm at episode 65? 70?
Okay. We crawl forward 6 inches every episode. And there's some violence. And we are told how Luffy is just like Gold Roger. And there's a fight. And we crawl another 6 inches forward. And hey did you know Luffy is the best guy ever? And another 6 inches forward. Another slapstick fight. Did you know Luffy is the best guy to ever live ever? Annnnnd another slapstick fight. Oh now these guys are the most bad ass ever. Annnnd Luffy is ready to bounce a bitch. Annnd more badasses but they're not. They're fucking idiots. Annnnd another six inches forward.
Like. Listen. The stuff where we actually picked up the crew was at least plot progression!
Zoro and Sanji's stories felt like we were going to have a real shonen plot! And then we got fucking DERAILED by this slapstick shit with Ussop. And then it felt like we were going to again with Nami! and then their was more slapstick shit.
It's like every time we're about to get serious and have anything real? It gets derailed but a fight and i LOVE a good fight. I am frothing at the mouth over JJK right now. Hell, I am still fucked up over the last Sasuke and Naruto battle. But the problem i have with One Piece is that it is not even an interesting or serious fight? They're stupid fights. They're trying to be funny but they're not funny.
So the show builds up what seems like they're going to be really important emotion and then cuts the knees out from under it;s own emotional impact?!
WHY DOES IT DO THAT?
IT IS SO CLOSE, SEVERAL TIMES, TO GOING INCREDIBLY HARD IN SOME REALLY AMAZING PLACES!
And then basically shoves a whoopy cushion in your face.
Like...what?
WHY?!?!
DOES THE SHOW STAY THAT WAY?
If it changes tone? WHEN? HOW LONG DO I TOLERATE THIS SHOW DISRESPECTING ITS OWN NARRATIVE ARCS BEFORE IT STARTS RESPECTING ITS CHARACTERS IS WHAT I GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW?
Because like, i can see the shadow of the show it seems like it becomes. The Personal Histories of the Going Merry Crew - minus Ussop who is just told so badly and treated so awfully (I dont know why) - has me going: Oda-sensei knows how tell a story that has heart and nuance, actually. HE JUST REFUSES TO, MOST OF THE TIME IN THE MAIN STORY THUS FAR.
And I find myself wondering like...why? What the fuck is going on that he can tell these nuanced careful important deep stories for kid!Sanji and kid!Luffy and kid!Nami and kid!Zoro but the SECOND things get even a TINY bit serious in the main body of the show? He finches and makes it ridiculous and obnoxious.
And more importantly, does it stay fucking ridiculous and obnoxious?
And most importantly, if it does NOT stay ridiculous and obnoxious - WHEN DOES IT STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SO I CAN HAVE AN EXPECTATION OF WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE WILL END SO I CAN HAVE HOPE AND INSPIRATION TO KEEP WATCHING?!
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3 YEARS AGO
"Y/n, a few kids are getting a bit rowdy on shelf 13. Tell them to quiet down a bit before I go kick them out myself." Your father sighed, heading to the front desk to aid some already lined costumers. It's surprisingly busy this day, its almost suspicious. The library was placed on the farther edge of the city, so not a lot of people are able to come here unless they're simply that desperate for a book, which not a lot of people do. It's usually tourists who come all the way here, asking for directions on how to get on the central part of the city, where Metro Man was. You sucked in a breath before slowly heading to the said shelf number as the playful voices of teenagers began to get louder and louder the closer you got. "This place is boring, Annie. Where's Metro Man? There isn't even a cute aesthetic here! Just books." A blonde girl whined. More like yelled, actually. One of her friends grumbled, annoyed. "Well it's a library for Christ's sake. The hell do you expect, Tina?" And then a whole argument began as they started to blame each other for every little thing. You slumped. This is ridiculous. And a small part of you can guess that once you let your presence known and tell them to quiet down, they simply won't listen. They're teenagers, after all. They all go through that stage. You did, too. But you're not gonna bother remembering all that again. Quite a nightmare. And its not like you'll let your dad kick these poor kids out like rats. Alright. All you have to do is speak up. They may be loud, but loud people are pretty chill sometimes, too. You cleared your throat, stopping their bickering momentarily. "Excuse me ladies, if it's alright, can you keep it down a bit?" You mutter, seeing the kids look at each other for a few seconds before nodding. "Sorry, miss." One of them answers in a whisper as they began to bicker once more. This time notably quieter than the last. You shrugged. It was better than nothing, after all.
You moved on to the library's center. It was a mess. Books scattered all over from past visitors. "Gosh, do people nowadays not know how to clean up after themselves?" you muttered under you breath as you began to pick up some fallen literatures off the carpet before touching with another hand. You squeaked, surprised by the sudden contact as your eyes moved up. It was a man. Metro Man. He wasn't in his usual hero attire everyone was so used to seeing every day. He was more, well, civilized. Less flashy. He gave you a lopsided grin before picking up some books himself, placing them over a wooden table. "Sorry. It's all my fault. Got caught." He chuckled, but you couldn't respond from the shock of him being here. "Caught....?" You managed to muster up. "Caught." He grinned before continuing, "I visit this part of the city often. Just for a change of pace in my life. It's much more quiet than that of the central part, but someone caught me visiting one night and now everyone's following behind. I'm really sorry." He sighed, grabbing a few more books over as you were still left there dumbfounded. "Uh, I....I promise I'll be more careful. If Blue-y were to catch on with this and starts another little rampage again, I don't know how to forgive myself." You gulped at that thought. Megamind never really paid mind to this part of the city. He personally said it was boring and plain, that he wouldn't even bother to handle the acres of land here. Though an insult, you're rather thankful this place bores him. Safe. You cleared your throat, not wanting to be compared to his oogling fans. Wait, what? You? "N-no. You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault. I mean, even I didn't notice myself that you were here. Do you think they'd leave on their own, though?" You asked, refusing to make eye contact with the infamous man in front of you in fear of drowning in them. There's no doubt this man was handsome. Good looking. And from what you're witnessing, a pretty decent guy. You've seen him countless of times on TV, saving people and receiving countless of awards, even when he was still starting off as one. It'd be a lie to say you didn't imagine yourself being the damsel in distress he saves every once in a while. You wanted to flush those feelings out already. He's literally right in front of you! "I...I don't know, really. Citizens are a bit unpredictable, but I'll try to sight myself in other places." He says, shrugging, a bit unsure himself in the decision he was making. It was a sight. The hero know-it-all doesn't have an answer to bring on such a low ended problem. You couldn't help yourself from laughing. "Well, I hope that works, sir. But, I am a bit curious. What about this place makes you want to visit so much? Y-you don't have to answer if you don't want to, really." You wanted to smack your head so hard that instant. He already mentioned it moments ago that he liked the scenery! He chuckled, looking away before leaning closer to you. You were facing to the side and he followed, his lips brushing your ears before blowing air out towards them. You flinched, surprised by his action as you covered your ear with your palm.
Your eyes finally met his, awaiting an explanation only to see him grin. "I liked the scenery." He replied, finally moving away and straightening his posture. "The air feels much more cleaner. Refreshing. Feels as if I'm not Metro Man. Just an ordinary, random citizen." "Seems like someone's tired of being Metro Man." You blurted out, quickly covering your mouth and apologizing, saying that it was never meant to be some kind of an insult if he takes it as that. "Ha...that obvious, huh?" He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect himself from something. "Keep it a secret between us two, okay? It's...been getting exhausting without reason sometimes and I just...well...?" "You don't have to explain yourself. I get it. You shouldn't be ashamed of that. It's fine." You state, trying your best to brush comfort on the man in front of you. He nods, "Thanks. And uh, I'm gonna go. I think your library's getting even busier by the second." "Well, I'll have to thank someone here for that, yeah?" He laughs, waving you goodbye before leaving. A few days later you see an article online stating that Metro Man often visits the town on the opposite side of the city from where you lived. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing the reason why. It made you feel somewhat special. Days pass by a blur and once you know it, he's back again.
And again.
And again.
This day in another one of his different outfits. His hair is down messily, as if he just got out of bed. The deep blue eyes you secretly drown in, now a forest green by the contacts he wore. "Do you seriously think that outfit is gonna change anything?" You chuckled, covering your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a louder giggle. Metro Man grinned, raising a curious brow at you as he leaned in closer from the front desk, resting his arm over it. "Why? Am I still just as handsome as ever?" He asked, practically challenging you to just say it.
Say you're attracted to him just as much as he is to you.
More than you would ever know. You shook your head,
"Nope. Just as ridiculous as ever." You say light heartedly, making him let out a breathy chuckle,
"Ouch, my ego. You wound me."
Though you tried to remain nonchalant, his charm and playful expression was having it's effect. There was an ease between you now, born from his now frequent visits that had become a highlight of your days.
"So what brings Metro Man skulking around in disguise this time?" you asked, leaning back with him on the desk. "Hiding from more adoring fans?"
He sighed dramatically. "God, seems like my true identity has been uncovered once again. Yes, I came here for the books. Maybe they'll give me some advice or guidance."
You chuckled. "Well, the self-help section is over there. Though I'm not sure even they have advice for superhero exhaustion."
"Yeah, maybe not." His gaze softened, meeting yours. "But simple company can be helpful too. If the librarian isn't too busy, that is."
Your heart fluttered, turning your head to check the time.
8:14 PM. Looks like enough time to spend before closing, you thought.
"I think I can squeeze in a few minutes," you said, smiling.
"Great!" says Metro Man with a beaming smile. "So, anything new around here? About you? Any exciting stories to share?"
As you give him an update on the latest library happenings, practically blabbering about anything that comes to mind as the two of you head over somewhere around the library with less prying eyes, you see the tension visibly leaving his broad shoulders. It's clear he enjoys these quiet moments of normalcy.
These conversations have been the usual routine whenever he visits the library, some light and deep conversations slipping from each of your lips, equally connecting the dots from each topic that surfaces between the hero and librarian.
"It must be difficult, shouldering the weight of the whole city," you offer gently.
He sighs. "You have no idea. Sometimes I just want to be...ordinary?"
Reaching out, you give his arm a reassuring squeeze. "You can always be normal here. No need for disguises - you're welcome just as you are. Well, I guess a little disguise won't hurt. Wouldn't want last time to happen again, but you get what I mean, right?"
His eyes widen slightly, then soften with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. That means more than you know."
Just then, your father calls for help at the front desk, making you let out a sorry sigh. "Duty calls, but feel free to browse as long as you like." you say with a smile.
As you walk away, Wayne calls softly, "Y/n? For what it's worth...around here I feel most ordinary when I'm with you."
Your heart skips, turning your head around to hide the blush rising from your face, muttering out an "O-Oh, o-okay." before speeding off back to your working space.
As you finish helping the last patron at the front desk, Metro Man emerges from the shelves, books in hand. "Find anything good?" you ask with a smile as you check them out.
"A few that caught my interest. I may or may not have already read them years ago, but y'know." he replies, returning your smile warmly. You notice the tightness have left his shoulders, a relaxed expression spreading along his face.
On a whim, you say "Well, if even the books bore you as much, should we head out now? It's close to closing. I'm sure this time my father wouldn't be meddling us—well me, anymore."
The man in front of you smiles, brightening up the space. "I'd love to, thanks." You nod, grinning ecstatically as you see him turn around, his back facing you before walking away.
It'll be half an hour before your shift finally ends, making it feel like forever now that he's waiting for you. Just as the clock finally hits 9, you bolt and stealthily head on over to the corner Metro Man was staying at.
You practically hurried him out of the library, avoiding your father like the plague as you go. "God, I feel like I'm back in my teens again." You huffed, memories surfacing back from the past where you used to sneak out of your family's humble home to watch late night movies with your friends. But suppose this time was different. You weren't technically sneaking out. You're a grown woman and your shift already ended, and you just wanted to leave already to avoid your old father's never ending yaps. Too deep in your own thoughts, you almost couldn't hear the brunette man beside you snicker, "In a sense that you're hiding your boyfriend?" He asks, waiting eagerly for a witty response to come out of you, only for him to see you look away and blush ever so slightly. That was enough of a reward for him. He cleared his throat, beginning to walk away with you beside him. "So...where to?" ┌─────────────── •✧• ───────────────┐.
Ending this a bit to here since the next part would be, um,
Interesting. IYKWIM
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thyandrawrites · 1 year
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Tomura, Izuku and...AFO for the character opinion bingo
Bringing out the real guns here uh
Alright this will be pretty unpopular but please don't come at me, I have anxiety
Tomura:
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He's one of my fave characters and imho one of the (if not The) best written ones. Because of that, I dislike his fanon portrayal with a passion. It's not just that people (including supposed villain stans) remained stuck at his definition as an unstable manchild and refuse to acknowlge how biased and dehumanizing that label is, and it's not just that in doing so they deny all his growth. For me, what annoys me the most is that by portraying him as a bratty and despotic boss who forces people to do what he wants is a fundamental misunderstanding of Shigaraki's character. His entire overarching arc is that of finding freedom from the people who try to control you and suppress your free will, and yet he's constantly (mis)understood as someone who would deliberately deny his comrades' agency by demanding they help him fulfill his personal goals, and would throw a fit at anyone questioning his undisputed authority. That's.... Ew. That's AFO, not Shigaraki. Shigaraki thinks everything is meaningless and wants to destroy everything, but the second Toga showed discomfort with that, he shifted his goals to accommodate for her wishes. Despite not understanding or sharing her vision of the world, he supported her in getting the things she wanted. I don't know how people can read that as bratty selfishness tbh.
One day maybe I'll even have the guts to write a bullet point list of all the main traits of his characterization that people constantly sleep on, but today is not that day
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Not much to say here. I find him boring as hell. As a villain, he's your stereotypically morally black megalomaniac who wants to conquer the world and that just doesn't appeal to me. The fact that his obsession seems to come from reading a comic book when he was a child is also... So underwhelming it makes me laugh, lol. I hate him for what he inflicted on Tenko and I don't think the fandom realizes just how deep the damage runs. But even as a villain enjoyer, I don't find him compelling at all. There's just no... Depth or nuance to make his writing hit. Even Endvr's writing is more compelling than his imho. At least with Enji I feel like I'm talking about a fully fleshed out character. I hate his guts too, but he's a... Person. Not just a cliche, you know?
I don't really understand how he has fans tbh
Izuku:
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Two of my irls have him as their fave and I'm sorry on their behalf that what could've been an amazing protagonist turned out to be so underutilized. Deku's arc is more about mastering his quirk(s) than it is about personal growth. He remains virtually unchallenged throughout the story and I genuinely find that a shame. I used to like him up until the sports festival, but after that, when the story became darker and darker and deku remained a beacon of blinding white light, I began feeling like he's the wrong sort of protagonist for the kind of story bnha built up to be in the long run tbh.
But I do understand the appeal in him, I guess. One thing I like is that Izuku is an interesting take on masculinity. He's allowed to cry a lot, to be emotional in ways that are typically relegated to women, and he's allowed to be weak and to need comrades. He's kind as opposed to your typical angry shonen protag, and he's quiet and analytical when your typical protag is rash and loud and stupid. He could've been an interesting subversion if horikoshi had bothered giving him the chance of failing and then learning from his mistakes every now and then
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((This has been said numerous times on my other blog I know but it bears repeating (and definitely applies) here: If all of your interactions with me are going to be either ooc or on anon don't bother.
This is moreso about the anonymous messages than anything (although merely sending me some ooc thing and then never interacting in any other way is a problem I deal with on my other blog) and I want to politely remind everyone here that if you ONLY send stuff anonymously you're, primarily in the long run, wasting both my time and yours. I can (and happily will) interact with anons up until a point, hell sometimes a meme calls for it and that makes it more fun for whatever reason (I'm sure you guys know what I mean), but after awhile it's just....stifling. it gets fuckin boring really fast if I'm being blunt. There can be no real momentum, development, whatever you want to call it, and ultimately that's what I'm here to do. I'm here to write with people not just for people and in order to do that I need direct interactions with both muns and muses I that both I and my muses can actually name and get to know.
Anon has its place---it really, truly does if utilized correctly/for the right reasons (i.e; someone has anxiety and they need to use the anon function until they feel more comfortable)---and again I have to stress that I don't mind if it's for that sort of reason, applicable to a meme, on occasion, etc, but when you actively hide behind it? When you use it as a paltry excuse to give me bare minimum interaction and then say 'but look, we interact!' while never giving me anything else? When you hide behind anon because you have the misconception that I wouldn't want to interact with you/your blog for whatever reason because I'm scary, intimidating, or some other nonsense and refuse to get to know me or work through such assumptions? That's what I have an issue with. That's lazy and disrespectful. That's what makes me irritated---sometimes downright pissed if I'm being totally honest---because you're not achieving anything nor are you endearing yourself to me. All you're doing is denying yourself the opportunity to have fun and create some cool shit because you want to hide or refuse to communicate properly.
Even if you message me and say 'hey I want to plot/interact but don't know where to start, what should we do?' that's perfectly fine. That shows me genuine interest with the potential to go somewhere and guess what? I can (and will) help you. But I cannot help you if you only send anonymous messages because I'm not a mind reader nor am I going to beg, especially if it's something you should just tell me upfront if you're being honest, genuine, etc. If I know who you are and am aware of even the barest inkling of what you might want from me we can (and will, hopefully) figure out the rest together. But we cannot do that if open communication isn't coming from both sides.
I am not here to write with anons, I'm here to write with actual people please remember that and always keep it in mind before you message me.))
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cowabummerbatman · 1 year
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My first big post on this blog and it's gonna be about -you guessed it- OBSCURE SONIC CHARACTERS!
These are my silly little headcanons about The Hooligans because I love them dearly :>
TRIGGER WARNING for the following things mentioned or explicitly stated in this list: Death, murder, unintentional self-harm, and swearing!
Oh, right, before reading this you should know that my idea of what Bean's mom looks like is adokle's version of her! You can see her here and here, along with Bin, Pin, and Lucy. And a few of my ideas for Bark are pulled from this fic, here! Now that we have that out of the way...
Let's start it off with the leader of this illustrious group of ne'er-do-wells, Fang the Sniper! Or Nack the Weasel. Whatever you wanna call him.
I believe he is a Jerboa/Wolf/Weasel mix!
He gets his Jerboa/Wolf genes from his mother and his Weasel genes from his father.
He had a really messed up childhood. Man's was not okay.
Was raised by his sister, Nic, for the majority of his childhood.
Fang was born on January 1st and Nic was born on December 31st. They were born five minutes apart.
He and Nic stayed together for a surprisingly long time, despite the fact that they absolutely despised each other.
He got his hat from his father on one of his earlier birthdays. He cherishes that hat more than everything else he owns.
Yes, including the Marvelous Queen. Awesome bikes are an easy fix, but a hat from the only family member that he actually loved? That's priceless.
He used to hold a very, very minuscule soft spot for Nic before he killed her.
He still hasn't processed that the two dumbasses he got stuck with have miraculously found their way into his heart (If you ever asked him, he'd probably shoot you).
Bark's moral compass actually has ended up rubbing off on him, more or less.
Bean beats him in soccer all the time. Fang will forever be bitter about this.
Despite how much he bitches and moans, he actually really enjoys hanging out with Bark and Bean. Even if their versions of fun include boring museum visits or blowing up bingo clubs.
He's Bisexual and Aromantic (either that or AroSpec, I'm not too sure).
He thinks that wearing cologne is just a "faster way to shower". He will not take criticism (Also, he wears the cheapest cologne he can find).
He always smells at least a little bit like gasoline.
Now onto the silent softie, Bark the Polar Bear!
You don't see many Polar Bears around, even in places like North Island or the Aurora Ice Fields. The species is largely thought to be extinct.
This leads to a lot of people being shocked/stunned whenever Bark comes around, either that or just not knowing what species he is (Only one of the reasons he has anxiety around people he doesn't know).
He refuses to talk about his family; the only person he's ever opened up to about them is Bean (And Fang to a considerably lesser extent).
He speaks Russian!
He's an extremely avid listener, he loves listening to people talk-- which is one of the reasons he and Bean get along so well.
He runs surprisingly cold, like, all of the time. Bean thinks it's magic but Fang is pretty sure it's just a polar bear thing.
Either way, it's heaven in the summer and hotter climates but absolute hell during the winter and in frigid climates.
This is also a good time to mention that Bark is a huuuuge cuddle bug. Bean loves it, Fang used to hate it but he tolerates it now.
Yes, he does think Bean is the funniest fucking person alive. What about it.
Smells like strawberry shampoo and campfire smoke.
He is Demiromantic and Asexual.
And last but most definitely not least, the dynamic dynamo, Bean the Dynamite!
Was raised by his uncle Pin and grandma Lucy.
He does have a wind-up punch like his father and uncle, but he rarely uses it.
His parents, Bin and Rin, were archeologists/explorers.
Pin is well-renowned in the wrestling industry and works a lot of odd jobs.
And Lucy is a gardener/librarian (Also a former wrestler).
He got his bomb-throwing ability from his mom! Well, not her exactly, but her side of the family.
He calls Pin and Lucy at least twice a month to catch up on stuff (He deliberately leaves out the part where he's been running with a renowned mercenary).
He also visits Lucy whenever he has the time or if he's in the area.
He has ADHD!
Of which he doesn't take meds for, whoops.
He's built up a lot of emotional walls throughout the years. He could count on one hand the number of people that have seen him cry.
Funny Man™
He always smells like burning chemicals covered in a layer of cheap cologne and strawberry shampoo.
He stims by pacing, flapping his hands, biting himself and tugging on his feathers.
He tends to cause harm to himself without realizing it. Pulling out feathers, scratching himself too hard, etc.
He wears black fingerless gloves with gold ring cuffs and black & yellow sneakers.
He got his bandana from his mom and his gloves from his dad.
Yes, he has done the cartoon anvil thing to someone. And the comically large hammer.
He can speak 13 languages: English, Spanish, French, Dutch, Welsh, German, Norwegian, Italian, Barese, Vietnamese, Swedish, Russian, and Portuguese.
He is Aromantic and Asexual.
Alrighty, that's all of the ones I can think of right now.
If you want to hear more specific headcanons about any of them, or just any sonic characters in general, then shoot me an ask!
Either that or you can tell me some of your headcanons! I like hearing other people's thoughts on characters. :D
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ncutii-gatwa · 10 months
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i share your thoughts completely! the sambecca and the tedbecca, oof. just, why? why do this? i am kinda okay with none of it being truly canonized at the end but not within this type of context they presented.
and jamie... oh, our poor jamie. i refuse to accept that last part as canon, i do not care, it just does not fit into anything else they've set up for him as a person. i am closing my eyes and covering my ears, i do not take input from the ted lasso creators on jamie any longer. also, when roy saw jamie and keeley talk and hug, and then he immediately invited jamie to out to get drinks, jamie so happy they're friends (!), only to then ambush him with this dumbass demand to stay out of his [roy's] way... and then the video mention... like they put so much time into building this royjamie friendship, and keeley has always been an aspect of that due to their past. but they've resolved respectfully ages ago! it just felt shitty to the characters and their friendships, honestly.
i understand your feelings on roykeeley <3 somehow the execution of their breakup and aftermath fell so flat to me that i somehow lost interest in it immediately at the start of s3?? i know it was hinted at the end of season 2, but i thought we would actually get to see them have problems and at least try to work things out for a bit? their talks have been so strong in the previous seasons... simply the fact that it was not even really explained why they broke up until much later threw me off emotionally. and how keeley did the same thing with roy that she did with jamie – break up, sorta move on from him to somebody else, have one last one-night-stand, and then remain friends. idk. especially how she talked to rebecca afterwards, about how you have to feel really low to get back to an ex who treated you badly etc, and it was all set up to say that this is essentially what keeley was doing with roy? because she was down about her company. not sure if i'm making sense but it did not feel hopeful or emotional and deep anymore, and i was so disappointed... when shandy was first introduced as one of the many friends who married football players, i legit thought that the season would end with a roykeeley marriage LMAO. oh, how wrong i was.
sorry for rambling sksksksks i also had no chance to really let out my thoughts, pls ignore this if it's too long! i send a hug and blindfolds for everybody who is in the ignoring canon era <3
again i totally agree with you! i did ship tedbecca a little but i dont care that much that they don't end up together. i feel like they're good as friends or partners. it doesn't really matter to me which cause they work well together and have a good relationship between them. kinda annoyed the writers faked us out with it though.
i thought more was going to come of shandy tbh. i liked her and thought we were going to get more of her and maybe a whole revenge thing that went through the season but apparently not.
really in my head roy and keeley never broke up and roy was already going to therapy, jamie doesn't forgive his dad cause fucking hell why should he (another thing the writers did jamie wrong on), and the team won the league. but that's too boring i guess.
dont be afraid to keep talking to me more about the show if you want to id love to chat about it too :) xx
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inkedmyths · 10 months
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S2: E5 "Simon Said"
Brought to you by Kayla was bored and I was bored enough to continue AND ALSO THIS WAS A MONTH AGO I'M SORRY
This ep featuring: Murder suicide, demon touched pussy, grand theft auto, and yet another fucked up brotherly parallel
Silas: UR STILL ON SEASON 2? Crepe: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES Melon: They’ve been watching at a rate of one-two episodes every two weeks. We’re gonna be here for the long haul (years) Me: Bc I have been busy <3 Silas: BYE I THOUGHT UD BE AT 3 AT THIS POINT HAGAHAYUGADG Me: SHUT UP SILAS Silas: SO MEAN TO ME
[ There is a brief interruption as I'm about to start because my mom walked in to make a joke about being a bad influence. This has nothing to do with Supernatural. She has never watched it and refuses to. A wise decision, probably. ]
What the fuck? What the fuck
[ The peanut gallery continues to make fun of my slow watch rate. I ignore them in favor of staring in bafflement at the screen. ]
Vision? Flashback?
Visions!!
[ Aspen now enters the chat, making a comment that they were just thinking about how long its been since the last time. ]
UHHH
DAMN HE JUST COMMITED A MURDER
MURDER SUICIDE
Oh hello Sam
Back at it again with the evil visions huh
[ Why the fuck does Aspen have a teletubby emote. ]
Dean beloved your phrasing needs work. Its so bad <3
The bar all goes 👀 when the boys walk in
Does. He
He has no pants. Ok
THATS PRETTY DAMN SPECIFIC SAM
WHSHSGSGS
[ Kayla at last arrives, late as hell for someone so invested in me watching this. ]
REO SPEEDWAGON...
DEAN.... WHSHSGSG SINGING IT IN DEAD SILENCE IN THE CAR
Okay so we are tracking down another kid who might've been visited by the demon
LAWYERS
LEFT HIM AN ESTATE
GUYS ISN'T THIS LIE TAKING IT A BIT FAR—
Kayla: nah. its funny
Barbarian Queen riding a polar bear...
WJSHDH DEAN "I don't know, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet."
I mean it is a reasonable connection that so far these uh. Idk. Demon touched psychics? Are violent?
And like Sam has a point, hunting is killing and violence, even if Dean is pretty keen on separating that completely from normal murder
Kayla: read that notif as demon touched pussy. i was like shit fr? Me: DEMON TOUCHED PUSSY.......
Dude actually I'm with Dean on this one. This guy fucks
Literally, judging from the girl waving at him
Dean thats not subtle.... why can't you guys be subtle..........
DID. DID HE JUST STEAL THE CAR
IN TEARS.
DEAN HE JUST STOLE YOUR CAR
WHAT
He's like some kind of? Affects minds?
"He full on Obi-Waned me" HELL YEAH LET'S GO STAR WARS REFERENCE ON MAY THE 4TH
OH SHIT MAN JUST WALKED INTO TRAFFIC
Dr Jennings...?
Ok ok...
WJSHSH "AND OJ WAS GUILTY"
I can't believe this, this is so funny
The guy LITERALLY stole Dean's car and he's still like "Man this guy FUCKS I can't be mad at him"
Dean viewing his van with a disco ball and a bong: This guy is so real
Guy has a thing for weird eccentric guys in long coats I guess
MOBY DICKS BONG
OH SHIT HE APPEARS
IT NOT HIM IT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING ELSE?
What the fuck?
Oh fuck? What the fuck what is happening?
OH HE HAS A BROTHERRRRE
OH OH I SEE
OH THIS FUCKIN GUY
I SEEEEEEE
Sam buddy you alright
OH THE GIRL
His long lost twin was jealous?
Or something? Why the murder
Damn Sam these visions are sucking worse and worse huh
Ohhhh weird weird creepy fucker
OH HE'S WEIRDLY? WEIRDLY OVERPROTECTIVE? WHAT THATS EVEN CREEPIER
The constant weirdass parallels to the Winchesters huh
Whaaaaaat the fuck
LMAO (jedi mindtricking) "You really don't want to do this" (gets punched)
What in the fuck is happening here
Dude what
Yeah exactly!! Just talk to your brother like a normal person
THE MAN WITH THE YELLOW EYES
Kayla: you wanna know a funny story abt him Kayla: he actually has a name Kayla: however when i first watched his whole section (i was 10 i think) i decided that the man w the yellow eyes was too long Kayla: this was pre name reveal Kayla: so i Kayla: named him. Kayla: his name was jeffery. Kayla: i stand by that. Me: WJDHDHD Crepe: JEFFERY
Ohhhhh poor Andy :((
I love Andy I would die for Andy he was just living his life and his twin had been got by the demon so he showed up and was a murderous bastard
AUAUGH
DEAN NO
Sam is at his ropes end, Dean is deciding that ignoring things is the best option
Oh fuck shes onto them
Well fuck. Broke pattern, who knows how many weird psychics the demon has tabs on
Aaaaand end episode
Damn!
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Okay, really interesting episode. I stand by that I would die for Andy, I hope he's okay after all of this nonsense.
But it's definitely setting up some crazy shit with psychic people... wonder where this is going... genuinely. I have no idea. But its probably not good!
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arthurconanstark · 2 years
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A STUDY IN LONDON
Summary: Alexandra Stark is trying to make a new life for herself in London, she's trying to move on. This new life takes a turn when she crosses path with the only consulting Detective in the world.
Warnings: Foul language , mentions of PTSD , character death, violence.
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Today has been a good day so far. She woke up on time, had an almost decent breakfast, and is now on her way to work with two warm coffees in her hands and plenty of time to spare.
As she entered the building and started walking towards Anderson's office she was stopped by Inspector Lestrade.
"Oh - good morning Detective Inspector."
"Morning Miss Stark. Listen , you'll be under my supervision from now on , not Anderson."
Whoa! Am I hearing it correctly?
"I'm sorry, what? Why? I mean I'm not complaining. But why ?" She asked excitedly. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. It didn't make much sense,unless of course, Anderson had refused to mentor her. She scoffed internally.
"Well, I just felt that you'd learn better this way...........alright,  Sherlock suggested it , but don't tell Anderson. You can meet me in my office in 10 and we'll discuss how this will go." And with that he disappeared in the morning office rush leaving her stunned and extremely giddy.
THE Sherlock Holmes got her out of Anderson's boring coffee job. It was hard to believe but Lestrade won't lie about this. She decided to say thank you to the brunette Detective the first chance she gets. Well this day just got a whole lot better.
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"Come in!" Yelled the gravelly voice owned by the Detective Inspector. "Ah. Miss Stark. How are you doing today?"
"I'm good , sir , thanks for asking." Alex said, "and you can call me Alex. Or Alexandra, whatever you prefer."
"Alright Alex, well lemme just tell you first that I took a glimpse at your files and .....well....I'd like to ask a few questions if you don't mind. You don't have to answer them of course."
Uh oh.
If there was one good thing about being in the supervision of Mister Anderson was that he never asked questions , he just wasn't interested. And that was comfortable.
"Uh.......yeah sure." Alex said, feeling extremely unsure.
"You've had a good education. You're somewhat of a prodigy. Your father is the richest man in America. What are you doing in Scotland Yard?"
There it is.
"If you're asking me why I chose this field it's because I genuinely love it. I guess........ I just needed to get out of my dad's shadow. It's important...I think....to grow." She said , only half lying.
"Okay but why London?" Lestrade pressed .
"I wanted to live in a monarchy ?" She laughed , clearly trying to change the subject.
Getting the hint , Lestrade gets up from his chair extending a hand towards the girl, "Well , I hope London's treating you well then."
"So far so good."
"Good.", he said smiling , "well Miss Star- Alex , I look forward to seeing you here on time everyday, and hopefully teaching you a few good things , certainly more than Anderson." He laughs at his own joke , "don't tell him I said that."
"I don't snitch, sir" , Alex laughed.
"Alright well. I've got a half day today. My wife wants me home for her birthday shopping. You can go ahead and take the rest of the day off. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir" She says, "um.....I need a tiny little favor from you sir."
"Yes ?"
"Can I get Mr. Holmes's phone number ? Or an address maybe ? I just wanna say thank you."
"Well he doesn't really .....you know what .....why the hell not ? I'll text you the address and phone number. Thank him all you want."
".........thanks? Bye Inspector Lestrade."
"Goodbye. And call me Greg." Said the Detective  inspector as he left his office.
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"Sherlock Holmes , 221B Baker Street
+44*******"
She received the text a while ago and decided to stop by on her way home....well..... if you can call it home.
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Maybe she was a little bit nervous when she knocked on that black door , but it wasn't too surprising. You don't knock on Sherlock Holmes's door everyday. Was she fangirling? Big time. Did she care? Absolutely not.
The door was answered by an old lady dressed in a purple blouse and matching skirt. Her short blonde hair with a considerable amount of Greys peaking through gave her a welcoming appearance.
"Hello, I'm here to see Mr.Holmes."
"Oh, you'll find him upstairs dear."
"Alright thanks."
She jogged up the stairs to be faced by a door and took a deep breath before knocking.
It took a while and a little bit of commotion inside for the door to be opened by John Watson.
"Hi! I'm Alexandra......from the station ......maybe you don't remember me, I - "
"Oh no I remember you. Would you like to come in?"
"Yes. Thank you."
She walked in behind him.
To say the inside of that apartment was a mess would be an understatement. She had always been observant, eyes scanning every room as soon as she entered it and boy did this one have things to observe. The green walls, brown wallpaper, an old red carpet , some papers stabbed to the table with a knife on the mantle , a music stand holding some sheet music, a skull and a blue eyed Detective.......who she just realized she's been observing a little too long.
"How can I help you ?" The deep voice snapped her out of her 'observation'.
"Hi...sorry I- ..you don't remember me but ..."
"Oh I remember you. I just asked you why you're here."
Wow okay.
'Yes sorry. I just ....I found out that you asked Inspector Lestrade to replace Mr. Anderson as my supervisor , and I just wanted to say-"
"Thank you? Yes. That's appropriate."
"Okay ....um.....thanks", she said , not knowing how to take the conversation forward.
"Why don't you take a seat Miss Stark?", John asked.
"Oh ....alright"
I've never been this awkward.
"So..... how long have you been in London ?"
"Umm.....abo-"
"A month and a half, obviously" spoke sherlock, cutting her off.
"Did Mr.Lestrade tell you that ?"
"No Ms. Stark, I'm a detective."
Cocky asshole.
"Yes. Of course."
John speaks up again breaking the uncomfortable silence, "So where are you from?"
"Born in California, my family then moved to New York when I was 7....but I lived with my mother in India till she was....um.....yeah.......I did middle and high school there and then went back to New york for college."
Oh my god shut up. He didn't ask for your life story.
"Well you've been around." John laughed. "How's London so far?"
"Good! Really good. Maybe a little bit lonely." Shut up. "Plus my apartment is kinda far from the station so it's like a 20 minute drive everyday. Cabs are EXPENSIVE and trains are confusing." SHUT THE FUCK UP! "But no.... yeah everything else is good. And these are trivial problems. It'll get better with time." She stops talking, cursing herself for having said that much.
The two men weren't surprised by the display of vulnerability from the stranger, if they were, they didn't show it. But Alex was silently convincing herself otherwise. In her mind, she has already established herself as a weirdo in front of the Detective and his friend. Embarrassed, she stood up with a sigh.
"Well I should get going. Thank you for your time. And for the recommendation Mr Holmes, I'm so so grateful."
Alex didn't want to leave. A sadness always came over her at the thought of returning to the apartment. She had never been an extrovert, never had a problem with being alone, Infact she thrived in solitude. Even back in New York, she'd only ever hang out with her best friend. But here, she had no one. No one she could talk to over lunch after a tedious week. For the entire time she had been in London, Alex hadn't really spent time with anyone outside of work.....until now. But now that she'd ruined it, she couldn't stay.
She was halfway out the door when the Detective spoke up.
"The apartment upstairs is empty, if that's more convenient for you."
What?
"What?"
"It's closer to the station than westminster. And considerably smaller than your current apartment." said Holmes. At that John speaks up "Oh that's a brilliant idea! Mrs Hudson would love that. She'd been complaining for quite a while about having it empty."
Alex was still trying to wrap her head around the conversation as it carried on. Is that really possible? She did just move in a month ago and half her stuff is still unpacked. And it is convenient, plus she already knows two of her neighbors....well sort of.
"I'D LOVE THAT!" she said, louder than she'd meant to.
"Well in that case, you should talk to Mrs Hudson, soon as you can. She'd be delighted." John said.
"I....I will.....thank you so much Mr watson, Mr Holmes." She said with the widest smile she'd worn for months.
"You know if we're gonna be neighbors, I think John and Sherlock should be fine." John said with his usual warmth.
Alexandra left shortly after that. Choosing to walk a little before getting a cab, she looked around at the roads, the people,  the buildings, all very similar and very different to New York all at once. Having made her mind about the move, she no longer felt bad about going back to her place. This truly felt like the new beginning she came looking for. As she finally sat in a cab , she remembered.....she didn't tell Sherlock about living in Westminster or that her apartment is big.
She laughed to herself.
Brilliant Cocky asshole .
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tierra-paldeana · 21 days
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What do you think of Larry?
Ask my muse questions about other muses//their relationship with other muses
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☠🌏– Rika taps her foot, hands in her pockets, eyes closed in resignation.
''...I don't hate him.''
But she knew that wouldn't be a sufficient answer. Filling her lungs with air, she proceeded to sigh.
''What I said still holds true. I really don't. It's just... sometimes... he can be a bit much. I get it, the guy works 3 jobs, and he has a family to provide for. I can imagine that wearin' anyone down, but... that's precisely one of the things that make me nervous about him. Whenever we try to help him... Hell, whenever La Primera, or I, for cryin' out loud, try to push him into gettin' days off so he can rest, or offer to reduce his workload, he just... refuses. Only to act all passive aggressive about anythin' we try n' do to help him.''
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''Holdin' a small conversation with him's fine and all, but the moment we gotta discuss pretty much anythin' at length, he's all... devoid of any energy or attempt at bein' interested. Sometimes he's even fallen asleep, bored to death, while I was tryin' to inform him of important things! Even on Hassel, who he only takes ever so slightly more seriously than he does me!''
She closes her fist tightly in frustration.
''Whenever I try to help him find joy in things he just... doesn't let me. To the point I sometimes think... does he even care? That dismissive attitude of his... it just reminds me of...''
The uncaring, bored eyes of her parents.
She grits her teeth momentarily, before sighing slowly.
''...''
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''I don't know what he's gone through, if he has. He's much older than me, who knows what he's lived. But... sometimes... it hurts a little, y'know? 's like watchin' a train crashin' into you in slow motion while you're tied to the tracks... I'm horrible at dealin' with people who won't let themselves be helped. People who... don't seem to care? Believe me, I want to understand him, I really do. But... it stinks when you care so much about the League, La Primera, when y'work so hard for everythin' that's changed yer life for the better, and ya' gotta deal with someone that... doesn't... seem to care.''
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''And it sucks that I'm sayin' all this... 'cause once again, I don't hate him. I guess it's just... I don't understand him.''
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