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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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And now, for some shit ain't nobody asked for... *drumroll please...*

Fanboy Futturman Headcanons That Hardly Make Sense Unless You're Deranged

(because it's fun)

Tags: just rawdog it bruh, idk what this is. I got fucken murmed.

Notes: Special thanks to @luverstream for going insane with me. This list is based off of our oddly specific thread. Love you pookers <3

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• 100% started writing fanfiction for 'Biotic Wars' because there was only two works in the whole fandom and they were both illiterate/ooc

• It started as a challenge because he likes writing as a hobby so he made a random account on Tumblr and wrote a one-shot from Tigers POV just for shits and giggles

• He didn't expect literally anyone to read it, maybe a couple notes

• Then around his lunch break the next day his phone won't. Stop. Dinging.

• Long story short, he ends up with an account with like. 1.1k followers

• Once he realizes he has a serious reader base, he takes his blog seriously

• He spends a weird amount of time perfectly curating his blogs aesthetic with mods and whatever extentions he can find

• Personally commissions other fans for his fanfic borders, proper gifs, etc. He has one fanfic actually illustrated for Kinktober and it stays at the top of the 'Biotic War' tags for months

• Speaking of Kinktober, literally will not make plans for October/late September because he knows he's gonna aim to post everyday

• Will stay up for days writing when he gets hyperfixated

• Hates posting short fics. If the number doesn't end with a .k he doesn't post it until it does

• Also has a bunch of Easter eggs from his favorite movies and such in his works as well

• Knows an insane amount of copywrite laws because he's had to deal with people illegally selling his works/uploading them on other platforms

• When he eventually gets a partner he initially lies and says he wanted to become a lawyer when he was a kid, thus why he knows so much

• That works for about 12 minutes before he finally breaks down and tells them the truth, then offers to show them his work because he's told literally no one in his personal life about it

• His partner eventually becomes his editor and co-author on certain works (mainly smut)

• Half the time when he's actively working on smut he's gotta stop midway to "test the accuracy" w/ said partner

• Writes OUTRAGEOUS smut that makes him unable to look in the mirror while he's writing it

• Deadass hides under his blankets in total darkness with tape over his computers camera because of the shame

• Has a collection of proofreaders/consultants because his first smut included cervix penetration and he got dragged by basically everyone on Tumblr for it

• Had a work get popular enough one time one of his friends sent it to him because they figured he'd get a kick out of it

• Which made him panic and stop writing for like a month to lay low

• Has a completely different Spotify account for writing because his mom uses his "normal" account even though he has a family plan (side note: they make little playlists for each other :))

• Has like 50 different playlists dedicated to his fics that's available for his readers to listen to

• The artists all range from Deftones to dodie depending on the work

• His top artist is Ayesha Erotica with 2000+ minutes spent on 'Yummy'

• (Also has an impossible amount of hours logged on said Spotify account)

• Has a whole panic attack when he leaves his phone in the 60s because he had a whole new chapter ready to publish in his 20 part hurt/no comfort/slowburn fic that was over 10.k words in his notes app

• Wolf finds his Ao3 account one time and becomes... concerningly obsessed with Futturmans work without realizing Futturman is the author

• It gets to the point Wolf will legit go on 30+ minute rants about the stories while Futturman is just hyperventilating in the corner because he doesn't know how long he can keep up the facade

• It gets worse when Wolf makes an account and starts actually commenting on the works

• However he ends up getting impressive tips from the rants and ends up incorporating his suggestions into his works

• Wolf never stops bragging about this

• His most popular work/series follows a female oc that originally started as a one-shot request for a oc x Wolf fic (which Wolf hates because he says it's OoC. Futturman does not agree nor care.) But ended up getting popular enough there's well over 20 parts

• At some point he, Wolf and Tiger get into a massive argument because he finds a bound copy of all of his works amongst their supplies and no one will confess who's it is and keep blaming each other

• (It's Tigers)

• When he gets to his final timeline he manages to get his all of his drafts back through Susan (who had a lot of questions, and was given no answers) and just publishes his work as an original series since Biotic Wars no longer exists

• "Orginial series" gets insanely popular and now he has like five burner accounts so he can read fanfiction of his own fanfiction

• Writes fanfiction for his own series purposely to fuck with the fanbase

• Usually will make it ooc but well written, but once in awhile comes up with a "headcanon" that will come true in his next book so he can watch the readers implode

• And last but not least

• He casts his other self in the final timeline as the male lead in the eventual movie adaptation. Because of course he would

(Bonus: in the OG timeline when Futturman ends up disappearing, his biggest series ends up never being finished, nor his blog updated. Leading to a weirdly thorough four hour video docuseries made by Wendigoon about the rise and disappearance of the mysterious author and how the 'Biotic Wars' fandom eventually finished the fic themselves and created their own spinoffs, leading the work to get more popular than 'Biotic Wars' ever was and like five different people falsely claiming they wrote it, only to be disproven within an insanely short amount of time. Yeah, kinda a full on My Immortal.)

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Don't ask me what this was, I think I got possessed. Anyways, bon achoo sweet.

Taglist:

@cassiecasluciluce @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support pookies!!! <3

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em1e · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid.

⠀ 一虎 // MOTION SICKNESS ⠀ ༝ ༝ kazutora hanemiya ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.3k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst + valhalla spoilers + IM SORRY ! ⠀ — he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own.

january 16, 2000

baji and kazutora were constants in your life.

being neighbors with baji left you trailing behind him like a puppy, and the idea of having someone as kind as you by his side made him happy - so despite his complaints and the bickering that always ensued between the two of you, he decided to keep you tucked away like a secret.

and when he introduces you to kazutora, it’s another warm friendship melting easily with the first.

and the three of you form an unbreakable bond, with the promise to always help each other when in need. kazutora would spend more time in your house than his own, and your parents take him in easily. it’s a taste of love he’s never felt, and when he lays on your bedroom floor next to a sleeping baji, he finds it hard to fall asleep with that feeling swelling deep in his chest and taking root under his heart.

august 22, 2003

it’s baji who comes to your door late one night. who else, when his other half is in juvie as he tells you.

you break into a sob at the news, and it’s baji who holds you with apologies falling off of his lips as if somehow he’s to blame for it all.

he holds you until you wear yourself out, and stays with you when you beg him to through tears. another promise it made there, to never leave one another behind, and it’s a promise you intend to hold kazutora to once he’s released.

baji rubs your back until you’re asleep, and he wonders if there was something he could’ve done to avoid this heartache; from seeing his friend carted away in handcuffs, from seeing you cry. he wishes he could go back, just for a moment, to change this outcome.

september 12, 2004

you wrote to kazutora when you could, but never received any replies. baji caught you once in the middle of you preparing a life update, snatching the paper from your desk and holding it above your head when you reached for it.

“give it back, baji!”

he stands on his toes to keep it out of your grasp, and chifuyu grumbles from your floor something about that not being the study sheet we’re working on.

“what’s this, a love letter?” he snorts, squinting to read the letters, “‘happy birthday kazu! baji and i miss you lots, even if he won’t say it outloud-’.”

you stomp on his foot and snatch the letter away when he slouches in pain, glaring at him, “you’re such a dick sometimes.”

“he never writes you back, i don’t know why you keep sending those.” baji huffed out, sitting on the floor beside chifuyu, “he probably doesn’t even get them.”

“what does it matter,” you roll your eyes, placing the paper in a folder and leaving it on your desk, exchanging it for the aforementioned study sheet, “s’not like it’s anything to do with you anyways.”

“it does,” he argues, despite the glare you send him, “my name is very clearly mentioned.”

“i just don’t want him to think we’ve forgotten about him or don’t care about him.” you say finally, and the way your gaze falls on him leaves him looking away with a small fine, whatever.

the tension that remains bleeds from the air and crawls under your skin, but chifuyu clears his throat and flips through the first few pages of the worksheet with a hum, “what the fuck is hydrolysis?” and that is enough to clear the air.

october 20, 2005

two years pass and not a single letter is returned.

some days you wonder if you should call the center, ask if maybe there was something wrong with what you’re putting in them as if that could be the reason he isn’t getting them, but the fear of knowing that not being the reason he won’t reply frightens you beyond belief. you want to ask the post office if there’s any way all one-hundred and six letters could have been lost in the mail or sent to the wrong place, but you’re all-too aware of the return address being labeled as your home.

instead, you settle with the unknown. there’s no getting hurt that way, no way of truly finding out if he was ignoring you for all of two years.

it’s not until you bump shoulders with a stranger outside of the market that you get to piece things together. you’d recognize that tiger tattoo from anywhere.

“‘tora?”

the bags you’re holding almost slip from your grasp, scrambling to free a hand to grab at his elbow and turn him around. he’s taller, now, hair bleached, but it’s still those same wide eyes that meet your own. you swallow dryly.

“when- when’d you get out?”

he tilts his head at you, earring chiming from the movement, “last week. thought baji would’ve told you.”

“me too . . .” you’re hurt by the admission, he can tell. you clear your throat, “the letters i sent - did you ever get them?”

“i did.”

the confession is enough to break what little resolve you have, frowning, “unable to reply, or . .?”

“didn’t see the need, “ he hums out, straightening with a smile when he looks behind you. a glance over your shoulder and you see baji, sharp toothed grin faltering when his eyes find you.

“what a nice reunion,” baji settles for when he finds himself standing beside kazutora, patting your head before wrapping an arm around kazutora’s shoulders, “should’ve planned a picnic or somethin’.”

you shove at baji’s shoulder half heartedly, “why didn't you tell me kazu was released, you asshole. and what happened to your knuckles?”

he jerks his hand from your grasp when you grab for it, ignoring the hurt you hold in the furrow of your brow at his reaction.

“huh? must’ve slipped my mind,” he pulls on kazutora’s shoulder, forcing him to turn, “anyways, we gotta go! have plans we just can’t miss.” he gives a wave as he walks away, kazutora in tow.

you come home that night to a message from baji. barely able to finish reading it through your tears, but you’re able to get the basic understanding.

kazutora and i decided we’re on different paths in life, so we’re cutting you out.

the promise to stay together breaks apart by the seams with each tear that falls down your cheeks. kazutora never replied to your letters, didn’t even bother to look for you after he got out, and baji’s being ripped from your grasp. it feels like every piece of yourself you’ve been holding onto for the past two years is being brutally torn away from you with each second that passes, and for the first time in your life, there is no one there to help you hold it all together.

november 3, 2005

you’d been planning his birthday for weeks before the actual date. despite the message he sent to you previously, you’d continued to prepare for something, even if he wouldn’t show up.

except, that’s not the reason he doesn’t come.

it’s chifuyu now, who distributes the bad news to you with a frown, and you want to tear down each decoration you’ve put around your home as if that’d undo the words that have left his lips.

and when you crumble to the floor, it’s chifuyu who comforts you in a way that’s all too familiar, but never the same as before. you’d never feel that comfort again, nor the warmth that'd surround baji like a fire. you have to pry the details out of him, beg for anything he’s willing to give. how did it happen. was it painless. did he suffer. did he cry. who started it.

he answers to the best of his ability through his own tears, explaining kazutora stabbed him first but baji delivered the final blow to himself, and those words leave you folding in on yourself even more.

“kazutora’s in jail now for that, will be for ten years.”

it’s like each new addition to the story is you taking punch after punch, and chifuyu is glad that little bit of information is last on his list - unsure if you can take anymore hits. you’re practically gasping for air by the end of it, and with some effort, chifuyu is forcing you to sit up, forcing you to take a second and just breathe.

he only goes home when the reality of it all has settled, leaving you hollow sitting on your bed. on numb legs, you stand and walk to your desk, ripping out a page from your notebook to hastily write.

i hate you, kazutora. i want you and baji back and i hate you for taking him away from me. i hate you and i miss you and you’re the worst

the words blur together, ink bleeding into blobs as your tears fall onto the paper. you crumble up the page and throw it across the room with a sniff, unable to believe what you’ve written.

july 05, 2015

your brows furrow at the sound of knocking on your door. chifuyu told you he’d be an hour late to your hangout, stuck organizing a shipment that came early he’d told you over the phone, but the sound of knocking again proves he’s a liar.

“you don’t have to knock if i know you’re coming-” you start as you pull the door open, only to stop when it’s not chifuyu behind it.

kazutora stares at you, and it’s still those same wide eyes as he takes you in. there’s no blonde left in his hair, you note dully, and he’s gotten taller. you’re practically frozen in place by his appearance on your doorstep.

“hi.” he breathes out finally, offering a bouquet you hadn’t even realized he was holding, and his lip quivers when you hesitate to take it.

you clear your throat, “when . . . when did you get out?” you look down at the flowers to avoid looking at him and god he could break down right here. the smell of your home comes off in waves, clawing at the deepest parts of him and settling with the reminder of childhood. he wants to bottle it up, breathe it in for the rest of his life to keep those memories forever.

“few days ago. ‘fuyu picked me up.”

you pull your lip between your teeth, a nasty habit he remembers when you were young, before you’re taking a step back so he can enter your home. he does so slowly, as if any sudden movement could startle you away from him. he’s almost certain it would.

“was waiting on him,” you mumble out, finally looking at him, “‘fuyu.” you’re unsure why you clarify, but he nods nonetheless.

“he told me.”

silence fills the air again, neither of you wanting to break what fragility remains on your shoulders, until kazutora moves to dig through the bag he’s brought with him. you eye him warily, still very unsure of what to make of it all, when he pulls out a folder filled with stacks of papers.

he offers it to you, and you take it with less hesitation than before, trading it with him for the bouquet so you can open it properly.

august 30, 2003

dear kazutora,

kazutora watches as your eyes widen while they dance across the paper, immediately beginning to flip through each of the worn pages as if the rest of the stack could be fake, before you meet his gaze.

“are these . . ?”

“i kept them all.” he explains softly, trying so so hard to read your expression.

and when you throw yourself into his arms, almost crushing the flowers between the two of you, he’s stunned.

he holds you when your knees buckle, and carefully eases the two of you to the ground. holds you when your tears stain his shirt, and holds you even tighter as apologies fall from his lips. for baji, for not caring enough, for not righting his wrong when he should’ve. for not writing you back.

as he breathes you in, he realizes how familiar this feels, how familiar you are, and suddenly he’s back to being a stupid thirteen year old with an even stupider adoration for you. he’s scared he’s squeezing you too tight, but you’re holding him like he’s your last lifeline and it takes all of him not to do the same.

“i don't want to be like baji and not tell you how much i missed you.” he whispers, and it has a small laugh leaving your lips. a sound he hasn’t heard in so fucking long, it’s all he want to hear for as long as he’s alive.

“i forgive you,” you say softly, when the tears finally subside and your grip on one another lessens enough for you to be able to lean away and look at him, “forgive you for baji and not caring and not writing me back.”

the remission is enough to have him fighting back his own tears, and when you brush a strand of hair from his face to cup his cheek softly, it breaks what little resolve he has left. then it’s you taking him back into your arms, holding him as gently as you can as the assurances pass your lips as something so sweet and soft and everything he has ever missed in the last twelve years sits cradled in his arms.

there’s something so sickly sweet about it all that has chifuyu wishing he would’ve been a little more precarious while putting everything away at the shop - regrettably ruining the moment when he stumbles into your house with beers and yakisoba.

#kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #hanemiya kazutora #hanemiya x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #salmon rowe

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jpegurl · 1 year

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On October 12, 2000, Pokémon X & Y were released in Japan for the Game Boy Color...

...Not!

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this was a mini-project i started in october, originally for xy's anniversary, but Life Happened and i only finished it now. it was a ton of fun trying to emulate crystal's style and constraints!

#pokemon #pokemon xy #pixel art #professor sycamore #trainer serena #rival shauna #not tagging all the charas who are only small overworld sprites

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5racha · 7 months

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Happy Birthday Choi Jongho ✦ October 12 2000

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edai-crplpnk · 11 months

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Temari was pregnant on her wedding day: A Naruto Timeline analysis

[usual disclaimer: I love studying canon timeline but no one's headcanons have to be bound to it just do what you like bye]

Note: for simplicity, I gave years numbers, the Kyuubi attack/Naruto's birth are in 2000 and the other dates are based on that

Fact 1: Gaara is at least 20

In Gaara Hidden, one of the councilmen tells Gaara "You've steadily grown, and reached the age of twenty" and Temari and Shikamaru are in the process of choosing their wedding date in this novel as well, so the Wedding has to happen later than that.

We know from the data book that Gaara is from the same school year as Naruto, and born in January, so he is born in January 2001. (In Japan, the school year is from April to March of the next year and the children in the same class are the ones born during the same school year, not civil year. If you want to know why I say that data books are based on school years, not civil years, flick me a request and I will happily do so! Just not here because it'd be too long.)

We can conclude that the wedding is in February 2021 or later.

Fact 2: Shikadai graduates 15 years after the 4th war

There is no indication that I've found in canon material about when the Boruto events happen, but we can read in this interview that Naruto Gaiden happens 15 years after the last chapter of Naruto. (We will have to assume that "last chapter" here means chapter 699, not 700, or else all the new gen has spent 15 years being teenagers at the academy.) Naruto Gaiden opens with Shino telling the class (Shikadai is there) that the graduation exam will be in a week.

The issue here is that chapter 699 happens in October (Minato says happy birthday to Naruto in chapter 691 the same day, and we know from the data books he was born in October) and the graduation is presumably in March (again, that's one the school year ends, and Itachi is also said to graduate "in the springtime" in Itachi Shinden). So it could mean either 15,5 years later, or 14,5 years later.

The 4th War happens in October 2017 (Naruto turns 17 during it, that's the age the data book gives us).

We can conclude that Shikadai graduates either in March 2032 or 2033.

Fact 3: Shikadai graduates at 11

It is the minimum age as per the law (it is said in Itachi Shinden, this law is made shortly before the Rookie 9 graduate: “now that it was a time of peace [...] it was no longer possible to graduate in a short time [...] no matter how talented Sasuke was, he couldn't become a ninja until he was eleven years old”).

It is the age at which all the Rookie 9 graduate (they are said to turn 12 during the first year of naruto and 13 during the second, again, I can give more details about data book ages in another post if needed).

The naruto wiki tells me that the Naruto data book says he is 12 for the Chuunin Exam, but the scan I have of the data book do not seem to indicate any age that I can find?

So this is not 100% a fact that I have found a canon material number about, but it's the most logical possibility (he's not allowed to graduate younger, there's no reason he would graduate older, this is what happened to the previous gen, and this is what the whole fandom seems to believe, so, yeah).

Similarly, everyone seems to agree that his birthday is September 23, I have not found where that comes from yet, but I have to assume it does come from somewhere. If you know please tell me!

[Edit: apparently it comes from a bonus calendar in the Shounen Jump issue 6-7 of 2019 but I haven't found a scan yet.]

We can conclude that Shikadai was born in either September 2020 or 2021, depending on the graduation date.

Conclusion

If Gaara Hiden and the wedding were in 2021, Shikadai cannot have been born in 2020, so he has to be born in September 2021. If we imagine that Gaara Hiden takes place right after Gaara's birthday (the earliest date) and then Temari and Shikamaru got married on the month that followed, Temari would have been 2 months pregnant, and this is the minimum she could have been.

Your honour, they have sinned.

#shikatema #shikamaru nara #temari #shikadai nara #naruto timeline #naruto worldbuilding

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jeannereames · 7 days

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And Alexander Wept for Hephaistion....

If you don’t mind, I wanted to ask, you said something along the lines of: by the time Alexander was coming closer to his death, he had recovered from the grief of Hephaistion’s death (if I’m remembering this correctly; I’m so sorry I have a fuzzy memory) how long do you think he mourned Hephaistion?

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This was an ask via message, so putting it here to reply publicly, as it may be of interest to others.

First, however, I want to mention a pair of articles I wrote many years ago now, but which are still valid:

“The Mourning of Alexander the Great,” Syllecta Classica 12 (2001), 98-145.

“Some New Thoughts on the Death of Alexander the Great,” with Eugene N. Borza (lead author), The Ancient World 31.1 (2000), 1-9. (I wrote the last 1/3 of it.)

The first, in particular, is an in-depth analysis of Alexander’s behavior after Hephaistion died. I’m still rather proud of it, as it brings together two quite diverse fields: bereavement + Alexander studies. If I had a critique for it now, it’s that I didn’t analyze the stories inherent in the primary sources, but that also wasn’t my intention in writing it. I specifically say that I do not plan to pick apart which reports of Alexander’s behavior are likely authentic and which aren’t. My goal was to evaluate all of them in terms of possible evidence of pathological bereavement, according to the (then) DSM III-R (et al.).

TL;DR version of the article: Alexander’s mourning was NORMAL and followed recognized patterns, if one allows for the loss of someone extremely close, a spouse/similar.

Yes, there were complicating factors. BUT he did not go crazy with grief.

Unfortunately, this article is far less known than the “An Atypical Affair” article on Alexander and Hephaistion’s relationship. That’s too bad, as the “His grieving was extreme!” persists among even some of my colleagues, never mind those outside the field of Macedoniasts. (It’s also admittedly possible that they were simply unconvinced by my arguments, but in that case, one usually cites and says so.)

If I could put a giant blinking neon light on one of my earlier articles to get it more attention, that would be the one I’d point to.

The second article—or my 1/3rd of it anyway—deals with the possible effects of deep mourning on the immune system of adult males of Alexander’s age group. Yes, according to some limited research, it does have an impact that increases susceptibility to infectious disease. Add his poor overall physical health after all those battles (and Macedonian-style symposial drinking), and he was just too spent to fight off the typhoid or malaria or whatever fever disease got him.

Ergo, he died roughly 8 months after Hephaistion. We don’t have a date for the latter’s death, but sometime in October or November of 324 BCE is the window. Alexander died June 10th, 323 … or possibly a day or so later if he were in a paralysis too deep for his breathing to be ascertained. (As per Gene’s part of the article.)

The dating is important, as it affects where he (probably) was in his mourning process.

Mourning follows a somewhat predictable pattern, and one of the biggest mistakes made by those unfamiliar with human mourning is to underestimate (often by a lot) just how long mourning takes … even perfectly normal, healthy mourning.

For a major loss, main mourning takes up to a year. No joke. That’s why bereavement counselors try to keep the bereaved from making any permanent decisions within that year. They’re still very much being buffeted by the winds of grief, even if they want to pretend they aren’t. But even after the year anniversary—and marking it with some sort of formal ceremony helps!*—mourning continues off-and-on (sometimes really intense for a few hours or even a few days) for up to 5 years. Again, no joke. Some bereavement studies experts don’t really consider a person truly recovered (note I never say “over it”) for as long as 10 years.

Additionally, ANY deep loss triggers mourning; it doesn’t have to be death. A divorce will result in mourning, even if the people in the marriage wanted to divorce. It’s still a “death” of sorts. Moving some distance away, graduation, and retirement can all set off mourning. This surprises people, that mourning can attach even to “happy” circumstances. Anything that includes an ending will set off mourning, albeit it may not be that intense.

But THE #1 and #2 most devastating losses are the loss of a child and the loss of a spouse/spouse-like figure. Period.

So, a slight correction to the question, I didn’t say he’d recovered from his mourning, but that he was beginning to emerge from the deepest parts of mourning.

What do I mean by that? There are (roughly) 3(-4) major phases of mourning. The speed at which we pass through these varies, dependent on the type of death and our closeness to the deceased. (The first article goes into that in more depth.)

Shock phase, which is typically anywhere from a few days to about 2 weeks.

Deep mourning phase, where the bereaved must come to terms with the loss. The bereaved cycles through a series of stages (not the best term) and, more importantly, struggles with certain TASKS of mourning (as per Worden). Again, the length of this phase can vary, but for serious losses, it can take up to 8-9 months, with the worst of it usually hitting 3-6 months. There is an intense focus on the deceased and the bereaved person may want little to do with new people and vacillate between wanting to talk a lot about the deceased or wanting to give away all their stuff because it’s too painful. Anger, bargaining, depression, self-blame … all are typical of this phase. It’s INTENSE. It really does take months, and people routinely underestimate it.

Re-emergent phase, where the bereaved begins to take an interest again in the external world, may make new friends and new plans that don’t involve the deceased. The deceased is far, far from forgotten, but the bereaved is learning to live without the dead person.

Continued bereavement would be a fourth phase past the one-year anniversary, where the bereaved will still experience grief, sometimes very intense when triggered by a particular memory, a birthday, or anniversaries. But the overall “worst” part of mourning is past.

Finally, especially in the deepest part of mourning, the depression felt by the bereaved is on par with clinical depression, but (except for rare cases) the bereaved absolutely should not take or be prescribed antidepressants as these interrupt the mourning process.

Yes, it hurts like hell but one can only go through, not over, around, or under. Through.

In some cases, however, bereavement becomes “complicated,” resulting in what’s referred to as pathological bereavement, by which I mean only not normal (I wouldn’t even say abnormal). Sudden death (as with Hephaistion) IS one factor that can complicate mourning, but it doesn’t necessarily lead to full-blown pathological grief. In the article, I evaluate all Alexander’s listed behaviors and explain why my final conclusion is that his bereavement was sharp, but not pathological.

Alexander’s behavior in the last few months showed aspects of the third phase. He was planning (or probably returning to planning) his next campaign and thinking about improvements to the city of Babylon apparently with the intention of making it his eastern capital. Yes, he was also planning Hephaistion’s funeral, but the other two things were new and show re-engagement.

So Alexander’s mourning had not ended before he died himself, only shifted. Even if he’d lived another 5 years, he’d still have experienced bereavement off and on.

Remember, grieving takes TIME. More time than you expect.

If you know someone going through grief, especially for a family member, beloved, or very close friend … give them space. Let them cry. Encourage them to talk about the lost person if they want to, but don’t force it if they don’t want to. Don’t argue with their theology/beliefs about death or their gallows humor, but also don’t shove your theology/beliefs about death, or your gallows humor, onto them. Read the room.

MOST OF ALL, JUST BE PRESENT. It matters less what you say than that you’re there. They may not even remember what you say later; they will remember you showed up.

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* In fact, world cultures that have traditional, one-year anniversary ceremonies routinely show better outcomes for mourning individuals.

#asks #Alexander the Great #Hephaistion #Hephaestion #death of Hephaistion #death of Hephaestion #Mourning of Alexander the Great #bereavement #mourning #tasks of mourning #stages of grief #Alexander the Great's grief #alexander x hephaestion #alexander x hephaistion

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South Park Games (Info Post)

this is a blog post about the official South park games , this will include some general info on the games , plus where you can play/buy them , some of these are not games you can play on their original platform so ill include emulators for what I can

South park ( December 21, 1998 )

Developed by Iguana Entertainment/Appaloosa Interactive

Published by Acclaim Entertainment

Distributed by Comedy Central

came out for Nintendo 64 in 1998

came out for Windows and PlayStation in 1999

first-person shooter , it has both a single player and multiplayer mode

N64 emulator

PlayStation emulator

South park : Chef's Luv Shack (October 12, 1999)

Developed by Acclaim Studios AustinPublished by Acclaim EntertainmentDistributed by Comedy Central

came out for N64 , Dreamcast , PlayStation , and Windows in 1999

Game show style party game

N64 emulator

PlayStation emulator

South Park Rally (January 5 , 2000)

Developed by Tantalus Interactive

Published by Acclaim Entertainment

Distributed by Comedy Central

came out for N64 , Dreamcast , PlayStation and windows in 2000

Simple Racing game

N64 emulator

PlayStation emulator

South park Lets go Tower Defense Play (October 7 , 2009)

Developed by Doublesix, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios and Xbox Live Productions

Published by Xbox Game Studios

came out only for the Xbox Live Arcade which was a service on Xbox 360

Tower Defense game

very little info of this game exists online

South park : Tenorman's Revenge (March 30 , 2012)

Developed by Other Ocean Interactive, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios

Published by Xbox Game Studios

came out for Xbox Live Arcade

Platformer

South park : The Stick of Truth (March 4 , 2014)

Developed by Obsidian Entertainment, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios

Publishing rights purchased by Ubisoft due to THQ filing for bankruptcy, resulting in the game's release being delayed

Came out for Windows , Playstation 3 , Xbox 360 in 2014

came out for Nintendo switch, Playstation 4, Xbox one in 2018

South park : The Fractured But Whole( October 17 , 2017 )

Developed by Ubisoft San Francisco, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios, Ubisoft Osaka, Massive Entertainment, Ubisoft Annecy, Ubisoft Reflections, Blue Byte, and Ubisoft Quebec.

came out for Microsoft Windows, PlayStation 4, Xbox One in 2017 . came out for Nintendo Switch in 2018

South park : Phone Destroyer (November 9 , 2017)

Developed by Ubisoft RedLynx, in collaboration with Ubisoft Pune and South Park Digital Studios

Came out for IOS and Android in 2017

South park : Snow Day (March 26 ,2024)

Developed by Question, published by THQ Nordic, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios

Comes out for Microsoft Windows, Nintendo Switch , PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S

and an honorable mention to

South park : pinball (1999?)

this is an add-on/DLC to PinballFX 2 & Zen Pinball 2 . also made into a stand only phone game during somewhere around 2014 but was removed due to legal issues

#south park #video games #games #south park game #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #old games #effort #effortpost #information #infodump #autism #not shitpost #autisic #gaming

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Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

Joel Miller x f!reader, 2.4k

Prompt: You and Sarah/Ellie convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He isn’t thrilled.

PPCU event masterlist

a/n: This is a canon outtake/snippet from my fic, Over Again! Takes place in October, 2001, in Austin, so in the flashback timeline. In the fic you’re neighbors, you’ve been ~officially~ dating Joel for about 6-7 months at this point, and you’ve known each other for more than a year. Technically the end of this is a bit of a spoiler for how the main fic ends, but I’ve marked it. Costume inspo pics at the bottom! (Sarah is 12 here, Joel is 34, reader is 27) | ao3 tags/warnings: fluff, early 2000s film references, Joel in tight pants, kissing, some light fondling

Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

“Sarah! I found it!”

When she appeared at the top of the stairs, you held up the long leopard-print tail triumphantly and grinned. As soon as she saw it she cheered, throwing her hands in the air as she jogged down the stairs and jumped off the last step.

“Where was it?” She grinned at you as she took it and turned to try to attach it to her costume. You reached out to take it back from her and deftly clipped it onto the back of her belt.

“Right here on the table. I don’t know how we missed it.” You gestured at the table which, admittedly, was an absolute mess. It was covered in Sarah’s homework, some of her soccer stuff, your own grading, and the daily contents of Joel’s pockets. Which were generally unpredictable.

“No way! I swear we both looked there!”

“I know,” you shrugged, reaching out to straighten her headband (and its leopard-print ears), which had gone a little wonky with her leap from the stairs. “But now you look perfect!”

Sarah grinned and spun in place, pretending to play her guitar. She definitely looked the part of Josie with her flared pleather pants, purple tank, leopard ears and tail, and platform sandals. (Technically in the movie they didn’t have tails, but Sarah and her friends had thought they’d be fun.) Her inflatable white guitar just made the look.

“When are Audrey and Steff getting here?” you asked as you reached out to fix her headband again. Should maybe grab some bobby pins from upstairs.

“Should be any minute! Is dad dressed yet?”

You just rolled your eyes and smiled at her in response, and she laughed. “Of course not! Even after we went out of our way to find him the easiest costume possible.”

Right then you heard a cough from behind you, and you both spun around to find Joel standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked extremely uncomfortable – arms crossed, shoulders high, head low. You smiled. And then you whistled.

“Looking good, Miller.”

He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling. “Darlin’, do I ha—?”

“Yes, dad! You have to! Let us see it.” Sarah moved towards Joel and reached out to tug his arms apart so she could study his outfit.

He sighed as he let his arms – which were fully on display in his tight black v-neck tank top – fall to his sides. They immediately drew your eye with the movement. You bit your lip as you looked back up to meet his gaze.

Joel perked up a bit as soon as he saw the look on your face, tilting his head and smiling at you knowingly. “These pants really necessary?” He asked, but he was joking now. “Surprised I even got these on.”

His tight black jeans did look… constricting. In the best possible way. You grinned.

“You look perfect, baby. Do a little spin for us.”

Joel rolled his eyes (it was so clear where Sarah got that from), holding his arms out and slowly spinning in place. You took the opening when it was offered and let yourself stare at just how good his legs and ass looked in those tight, painted-on black pants. As he turned back to face you he took in your own outfit and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“And why aren’t you dressed yet, darlin’? I see tights, but I didn’t think a sweatshirt was part of your costume.”

“We had to find my tail! But he’s right, you should go get dressed.” Sarah moved back over to you and started pulling you towards the stairs.

“Ok I’m going!” You laughed, starting up the stairs to finish your own costume. As you did you heard Joel tell Sarah he had no idea how she wore pants this tight without passing out from lack of oxygen. She laughed at him, and so did you as you entered Joel’s bedroom.

Your red leotard, complete with short skirt that you had painstakingly sewn on, was waiting for you on the bed. You stripped off your sweatshirt, tossing it into the laundry basket on the floor, before pulling the leotard on. The skirt flowed around your hips in a way that made you grin. You followed it with your red ballet flats that you had sewn red ribbons onto, tying them in cross-crosses up your legs. The last piece of your costume was your red hair piece which you quickly attached with a couple of bobby pins. You grabbed a couple extra to give to Sarah for her headband. With a touch up to your red lipstick, you were ready.

You poked your head out of the bedroom to see if you could see Joel and Sarah, but it seemed Sarah’s friends had arrived while you changed, and you could hear them all talking in the living room, just out of sight.

Smoothing your hands down your sides, you took a deep breath before straightening your shoulders and walking downstairs. You’d been excited about this costume for months, but now that the day had arrived, it felt a bit scary to actually go out in it. You suddenly felt like a lot of you was on display, even with the slightly higher cut of the neckline of the leotard you’d found (and had sewn extra sequins onto). But you knew Joel would love it, as much as he complained about his own. And you would get to ogle him in those pants all night. You smiled again.

At the bottom of the stairs, you turned to see Joel had his back to you. Sarah and her friends, however, spotted you immediately and all three of them immediately started shouting.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect!”

“No way, you look amazing.”

“That is sick!”

Amid all the noise, Joel turned. As soon as he locked eyes on you, he froze in place. You felt more than you saw the three girls rush towards you as you watched Joel slowly look you over, eyes trailing heat down your body and back up, taking it all in. The grin that took over his mouth was slow, and smooth, and wicked. His gaze met yours again and you swore you stopped breathing.

Your eyes were pulled from his as Sarah tugged on your arm to make you spin in place. She shook you a bit.

“I can’t believe you made this! It’s just like in the movie.”

The girls were off again, exclaiming about your sewing skills, and you finally made yourself take in their matching outfits with ears and tails and everything in place. Audrey had a white inflatable bass guitar to go with Sarah's, and Steff had drumsticks sticking out of the back pocket of her shiny pink pleather pants. The three of them really did look like Josie and the Pussycats.

“Me? What about you three? You look just like the band! Your outfits are perfect.” They all smiled and spun in place before striking a pose like they were playing their instruments (a move you'd seen them practicing last week).

You felt Joel come up behind you and his hands settled on your bare shoulders.

“Alright, ladies, let’s get you to that party.”

The three of them immediately turned to grab their stuff and head out the door to the truck. Sarah and her temporary bandmates were going to a party at their school, a sort of halloween dance and festival all in one. You and Joel were going to your own party and picking them up later before dropping them off at Audrey’s for a sleepover.

You moved to follow, but Joel’s hands held you in place. He leaned forward so that his front was pressed along your back. Voice low and sure, he murmured in your ear, “damn, baby, if you’d’a just told me you’d be wearin’ this, I wouldn’t’a complained so much.” He slowly smoothed his mouth down your neck to kiss your shoulder, before running his hands down your arms to hold your hands in his. You smiled, and laughed a little bit.

“Joel, you knew we were dressing up as Jody and Charlie. You’ve even seen the movie.” You squeezed his hands and tried to turn towards him, but he kept you right there, mouth moving on your neck.

“Hmm, knowing is different from seeing, pretty girl. And this sure is pretty.” He released your right hand and moved his own to your thigh, lightly trailing his fingertips up your tights and under your skirt. As he reached the edge of your leotard, you shivered, letting your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. He hummed into your neck and pressed kisses along the strap of your costume. His fingers wandered a little further towards your center and your knees started to shake.

You gathered yourself and succeeded in turning around this time.

“You look pretty good yourself, cowboy.” You looked down at the tight black jeans you’d made him wear, tighter than anything else he owned. He saw you looking and pulled you close, allowing you to slide your hands into his back pockets and squeeze as you pulled your body in line with his. He grinned down at you.

“Well then, we just fit right together, don’t we?” The glint in his eye told you you were going to have an amazing night, at the party and… later. You pulled away to tug him towards the door.

“Come on, fancy pants, we need to get those girls to their dance.”

As the words left your mouth you heard someone lay on the horn in the truck, and it made you jump. You both laughed.

“Let’s get out there before they decide to drive themselves.”

Just as you reached the door, though, Joel spun you around one more time, pulling you close.

“Alright, darlin’, let’s go. But I’ll be peelin’ these tights off you later.” He kissed you, softly, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “With my teeth, if you’re good tonight.” He smirked.

Later, he’d promised. After you dropped the girls off, after you tore up the dance floor at your own party, after Tommy cheered you on cheekily (and claimed a dance or two for himself). After Joel pulled you closer and closer for every dance, hands taking advantage of your short flouncy skirt, fingers driving you wild, touching and holding you close in the anonymous press of bodies on the dance floor. After his eyes never left you, not once, and you got to spend a whole evening looking at him in that outfit. After your lipstick wore off (some of it on Joel’s lips).

After the girls were safely dropped off for their sleepover, after he took you back home and walked right behind you to the front door, arms wrapped securely around your middle, mouth on your neck. After he pulled you inside and crowded you up against the wall by the door and kissed your breath away.

After all of that, well. He did follow through on that promise. You had the runs in your tights to prove it.

...

Bonus: Jackson, October 2025

(spoilers for the main fic below)

“Hey did you see what the movie is tonight?” Ellie calls out to you and Joel as she comes barreling through the front door. You smile at the sound of her boots being flung at the wall. “It’s about dancing, I guess? Ballerinas or some shit. Want to go?”

“What’s it called?” You reply as Joel sighs, long-suffering. You know he’s about to get up and go neatly arrange her boots next to both of yours by the door. He can’t help himself.

“Uhh wait, I already forgot. Something about a stage?” She finally comes through the door to the kitchen and shrugs.

“Wait, Center Stage?” You spring up in excitement and she looks taken aback at your reaction.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you know it?”

“Joel!” You reach out and start tugging on his arm. “We have to watch it, come on!”

He resists your tugging. “Baby, you don’t think the fifty times you made me watch that movie Before ain’t enough for one lifetime?” But he winks at you and you can see him hiding a smile.

Ellie narrows her eyes, looking between the two of you. “What is this movie, anyway?”

You grin at her. “It’s about ballet dancers at a school in New York, and it’s amazing! But more importantly, Joel and I dressed up as the main characters for Halloween in what, ‘01?” You look at him questioningly. He sighs again. Deeply.

“What!” Ellie shouts, absolutely lit up with glee. “What the fuck! I have to see this! You have to show me which outfits you wore, come on.” She joins you in tugging on Joel, who groans.

“Come on, Joel, I know you actually like this movie.” The two of you succeed in wrestling him to his feet, and once he’s up Ellie runs to find her boots and put them back on again.

“I’ll meet you there! I have to go find Cat and Dina first.” And just like that, she’s back out the door again, barely five minutes after she arrived. You can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, old man, we’ve got a movie night to get to.” When you turn back around you find him studying you intently. The look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

“Alright, darlin’. But I can’t promise I’ll pay much attention.” He steps closer and winds his arm around your waist, leaning in to put his mouth right by your ear. “Not now that I’m remembering you in that costume, baby. How am I supposed to focus on the movie, huh? All I’ll see is you in that pretty little red skirt.” He kisses your neck and you laugh.

“Me? What about you in those jeans?” He smiles into your neck and you pull away, grabbing his hands and leading him towards the front door.

“Too bad we ain’t got any tights for you to wear around here.” He’s grinning at you now, cocky and adorable.

“Well, cowboy, if you’re good, I’ll still let you take my clothes off with your teeth later.” He laughs, and bends down to put on his boots.

“I’ll hold you to that, darlin’.”

“Oh I’m counting on it, Joel.”

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a/n: The “Josie and the Pussycats” movie came out in April 2001, and “Center Stage” came out in May 2000. This fic takes place in October 2001. Speaking as someone who was a teenager at that time, I desperately wanted to dress up as Josie, Melody, and Valerie, as well as Jody. And I really wanted to imagine Joel in black jeans that are tight and flexible enough for ballet. I toyed with putting him in Cooper’s pleather pants, but Cooper��s not the endgame love interest, so I went with Charlie’s jeans. And just take a moment to imagine Joel having to deal with you in tights and a short skirt all night. (And Sarah gives me lead singer vibes, so I think she’d be Josie.)

Left: Josie and the Pussycats (Melody, Josie, and Valerie, left to right). Right: the final ballet in Center Stage. You're dressed as Jody (center), Joel is dressed as Charlie (right).

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #ppcu server event #pedro pascal discord server event #joel miller x f!reader #halloween server event #over again fic #x reader

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scarefox · 2 months

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Do you wanna join me in the thai actors ages induced crisis? Because i would have guessed most of them wrong :)

for funsies

under the cut (+ cool pics)

Shell: 22 (October 11, 2001)

Dech: 23 (April 24, 2000)

KaowOat: 29 (December 14, 1994)

Korn: 25 (May 18, 1998)

Jack: 23 (June 12, 2000)

Chat: 22 (May 5, 2001)

Boat: 24 (July 11, 1999)

Vivit: 20 (February 11, 2004)

Jeffy: 28 (March 12, 1995)

Fay: 20 (June 22, 2003)

Aun: 35 (December 24, 1988)

Parm: 22 (June 25, 2001)

Win: 29 (December 3, 1994)

View: 20 (July 12, 2003)

#I looked them up a while ago but forgot half of them aigain #also the fact that most of the early 20s are still studying atm #playboyy the series #playboyy #vivit pharunrit #boat pakorn #parm pawarate #aun warit #korn palat #kaowoat supasin #jack giacomo piazza #chat wasutha #fay chintub #jeffy chutipon #view thanathorn #win jirapat #dech narongdet #shell thakrit

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melobin · 3 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ melobin’s 2k prompt event

credits to my mimi for the header <3

in honour of hitting 2000 followers and because i didn't do anything to celebrate 1000, i thought i would do a small prompt event! the rules are as followed -

ᡣ𐭩 pick one, two or three prompts ᡣ𐭩 pick one concept/au ᡣ𐭩 pick one member of either enhypen, riize or zerobaseone ᡣ𐭩 send your completed request as an ask to my inbox. you can send the prompt itself or the number of the prompt. ᡣ𐭩 when sending your ask, be sure to state whether you'd like it to be sub!idol or dom!idol. if your request doesn't state this then i will decide myself. you're free to add any kinks you'd like to see in the request too! ᡣ𐭩 due to the nature of my blog, i will only be writing smut, all prompts listed below are smut related. ᡣ𐭩 any request i do receive that does not follow the guidelines will be deleted.

requests will be open indefinitely, i’ll make an announcement when they’re closed.

thank you again for 2000 followers!!! i cannot explain how much it means to me. i only really started posting in around october and this blog has grown so much since then !!! melobin is my pride and joy, i genuinely adore writing and it makes me happy that so many people enjoy what i write too. i'll never not be thankful for all the friends i've made since being here, especially the ones in the melody and friends discord server. i love you all ♡ enough being sappy!!! the prompts are below ♡

ᡣ𐭩 prompts

1. "i've never done this before"

2. "let me take care of you"

3. "let me hear you"

4. "i want to fuck every last thought out of that pretty little head of yours"

5. "no one needs to know"

6. "she/he will never find out" please state if you'd like the prompt to be she or he

7. "just the tip, i promise"

8. "mine"

9. "did you wear this just for me?"

10. "friends don't fuck"

11. "shh, i know it feels good baby"

12. "i know we agreed we wouldn't do this again but please, i need you so bad"

13. "always such a good girl/boy for me" please state if you'd like the prompt to be girl or bpy

14. "need to stuff you full of my cum"

15. "need to fuck a baby into you"

16. "i missed this pussy/cock" please state if you'd like the prompt to be pussy or cock

17. "i missed you"

18. "beg"

19. "always taste so sweet"

20. "use your words"

21. "look at me"

22. "do you feel that?"

23. "always look so pretty taking my cock"

24. "i love you"

25. "i hate you"

26. "no one does it like you"

27. "stay the night"

28. "i'll let you sit on my cock until i'm done and if you're good, i'll fuck your pretty little brains out after"

29. "i want to fuck you so bad"

30. "want him to join us, baby?" for this prompt you're allowed to send two members instead of one.

ᡣ𐭩 au's/concepts

1. academic rivals au

2. bandmate au

3. best friends au

4. best friend's brother au

5. boss au

6. boyfriend au

7. brother's best friend au

8. camgirl/camboy au please state whether you'd like it to be camgirl or camboy

9. cheating au

10. college au

11. dance partners au

12. dilf au

13. enemies au

14. ex au

15. friends with benefits au

16. married au

17. neighbours au

18. one night stand au

19. roommate au

20. stranges au

an example request: hi melo! please can you do prompt 16 "i missed your pussy" with prompt 26. can that be with the ex au for dom!sungchan please? thank you !

#✧ melody posts #riize smut #zerobaseone smut #enhypen smut #2k event #✧ hard hours ✧

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