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itsryuworld · 7 months

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i'm honestly so tired of this shit. every episode is a "fuck u topmew fans" it's always "i don´t give a damn about them, they're boring" i'm so so so tired of this. i love them so much and i'm not even enyoing the show anymore, i'm stressed out bc they keep cutting off their scenes and then gave us nothing. no relationship development or character development, no fucking chance to built up their story. it's heartbreaking, i mean… i love forcebook so much, and i love topmew too. why can't we have anything good?

i'm so tired of the lack of develompent of top, what about his trauma and back story? he seems to be very interesting and complex, but atp he's just the villain, the duchbag, the asshole. mew seemed interesiting too, not innocent but smart, right? but now he keeps acting so annoying saying he wants top back but then he's playing mental games with him again? why he needs to make top suffer that much? he loves him right? why he keeps acting so confusing? why do they need beoing to come to the picture right now? it's not fair, i'm so fucking annoyed.

don't cut topmew scenes, don't mistreated them like that. we love them so much! they getting so much hate for no reason, i can't stand it anymore. give me my topmew endgame, give them some fucking development!

#topmew #mew witsarut #top tanin #only friends the series #only friends series #ofs #forcebook #THEY DESERVE BETTER #give them fucking development #i want them to be happy

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tomatoland · 8 months

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We actually don't see the video that Boston shows Top. We only have the photo from earlier of the supposed RayMew kiss and we assume the video is of that because of next episode's trailer.

Is it just me or is Boston's language not consistent with it just being a video of Ray & Mew kissing? "He's playing a hard-to-get virgin," "But who knows? They might have done it again," "If Mew can do it, you can do it too."

The whole convo, Boston makes it sound like Top should do this because it's tit-for-tat. So the jump from kissing to sex doesn't make sense.

Top also seems to be examining the video like he’s in disbelief. And he can’t have thought that Mew had absolutely no experience/never kissed anyone else before him. I really wouldn’t put it past Boston to show Top a video of two people who look like Ray & Mew doing something more than kissing.

Maybe I’m grasping at straws trying to make sense of why Top decided to sleep with Boston. Because if it was only a kiss he saw and Top went over the deep end over that. Mew, baby, run. That is so controlling and the most massive red flag ever.

#idk somebody be delusional with me #i watched some thai reaction to try to see if they subbed their comments but no go #and now i’ve seen that car scene too many times #phoebe voice: *my eyes! my eyes!*#and i was trying to get through that scene so quickly the first time i didnt notice boston choking top?!?!#and not just a little but a lot #topmew #only friends the series #ofts #i doubt this post will show up in tags but maybe #ofs liveblog

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amzarashi · 11 months

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my body houses two: the daughter you wanted and the son i am.

you don’t want one to die but the other you shove into a cellar and starve and bury six feet under. one will get a proper funeral, the other will rot while screaming his throat raw, praying for the love of a mother that was never really his. i dig the knife into my wrist and draw a cross as i think of the bible verse you quoted at me yesterday as i cried and begged for you to see me. you say you love me, but the conditions in fine print spell out that you would rather i die a liar than live my truth. my breathing is shallow as you lower me into the grave.

here lies a young boy. a man.

but not a son. not a brother.

he is nothing.

as am i.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #usersari #useraisha #usermish #userheidi #tw transphobia #*my writing #idk what this is it has no cohesion or flow #but i;m tired #okay this is a vent piece more than anything #i'm going to try and live #i really will #fuck #i got so close to offing myself & i'm still very much there but i want to live so badly #it'd be nice to top surgery and t and be happy #it'd be nice

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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I used to think that I loved characters over plot, and that's still true. But I can't love characters to the exclusion of plot, not without a lot of disappointment. Give me a great character, and I will love them to bits and adopt them as my special favorites. But if they aren't in a plot that makes sense, then I haven't been given a story. I have an action figure. I can think up characters that I like on my own. I want to see these characters doing things that are meaningful and make sense based on their personality and history.

I don't love a plot to the exclusion of characters. A well-constructed puzzle happening to faceless characters is going to feel empty. But I want the characters to do things that are believable, rather than stumbling randomly through senseless happenings, or being railroaded along a track of desired plot points. A plot doesn't even have to make total logical sense--I'm not going to sit there condemning a story because it doesn't line up with that one episode from five seasons ago, or because science doesn't work that way. But a plot does need to make character sense. The plot isn't something that happens to the characters. It's something that should flow from the characters, so even when they do something stupid or overlook something obvious, we still believe that they would behave this way, and then everything that happens in consequence feels meaningful. It feels earned. It feels like a satisfying and believable story. And it feels like the writers have done their job.

#adventures in writing #other random thought of the day #fair warning there are a lot of random thoughts in the offing #i've been thinking about plot since the latest kenobi episode got me thinking about how #a lot of things i like lately have amazing characters and less-than-stellar plots #and i miss being able to be satisfied by story #seeing the parallels #feeling the balance that comes from a well-constructed chain of setup and payoff #i haven't gotten a lot of that in the stuff i've watched lately #to my surprise when i was trying to think of a well-plotted recent tv show the one that rose to the top was star trek: prodigy #because it is built from character #(i still don't get what they're doing with dal)#(they railroaded him into a captain role with little story logic behind it)#(but everything about how the plot of the final episode plays out make sense and it's devastating)#(i was weeping during that scene in the finale)#it may be that it's been long enough that i've forgotten the plot holes but for now it seems like it holds up

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caffeinatedopossum · 11 months

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Tw suicide/m*rder (in the post and the tags)

So I don't know if I've talked about this before but I attempted suicide 3 times before, all when I was 13, but the first time, I specifically remember something my mom said to me. My dad had just passed away and my mom was very depressed about it as she grieved, while I was going through a lot of isolation just due to being treated differently by everyone and having people constantly expect me to be grieving when I was actually relieved about his passing.

But what she said was one day, on our way home from one of our church's afternoon services, I don't remember what exactly I said but I complained about being in pain. I asked if I could take some Tylenol. My mom solemnly said "if you take enough of them, you'll never be in pain again". I asked "really?" because I thought she meant literally you would feel less pain but she said "yes, because you would die". A few weeks later I OD'd on Tylenol.

Idk how to take that statement. Was she simply voicing her own depressed thoughts... or was she... suggesting I kill myself? This wasn't the last time either- a few years later she gave me 8 ibuprofen for a toothache, which she assured me was safe to take in that amount, and while not deadly, they definitely are not. I had an awful stomach ache and developed gastritis, Gerd, and a stomach ulcer though idk if this was the sole reason

#idk in retrospect knowing what i know now i always wonder what my mom really meant when she talked about 'getting rid of' me #i wonder if she actually would have done it. i wonder if its reasonable to think she would #she was responsible for my dad dying but me and my dad were very different. idk man maybe a murderer is a murderer #fucked up how she grieved like that over the man she offed herself though #i really should've put a trigger warning in these tags too 🤦‍♂️ my bad ill try and write something at the top too #hopefully thats good enough

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hoodie-lum · 2 months

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after 3 years together my cat has transformed from a 'you'll only know I'm alive becuase the food is gone' to ' if you even so much as sit down without me I will SCREAM until I am in your lap' I love her so much 😭

#it's a me me #Dusty Ma'am #in the oat month or so she“s taken it uponn her self to sleep on top ofe instead of aty feet or in her carrier #she always purrs unless he's like rem sleep

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deadsetobsessions · 5 months

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Summonings

Ever since Danny Phantom became the Ghost King, he’s had to deal with an endless amount of crap. An eternity of it, actually, and it was constantly causing him unending amount of existential crises and stress.

First, there was the paperwork. Pariah Dark, the incompetent asshole, had left him decades worth of bureaucracy to painfully sift through. He ended up hiring some ghosts with paperwork obsessions to sort some of that out. Who knew ruling the infinite realms would require this much paperwork? He’s lucky each section of the underworld had their own systems to report to their own rulers who, in turn, report to him.

Secondly, there were the Observers. And other ghosts, like his own rogues, but they were the main issues. Eyeball menaces. They protested his appointment, something he actually agreed with. Putting a fifteen year old on the throne is rarely a smart decision. But the Infinite Realm values strength, the only type of currency that matters in the land of the gods and the dead. Danny? Phantom? He’s got strength in spades. With only a few months of being a ghost, Danny had managed to defeat Pariah Dark, who had cowered gods and struck fear into the hearts of ghost heroes.

But Danny hasn’t quite realized the significance of that yet, too focused on the realization that he was about to be in charge of the infinite realms. The Observants, since his reluctant and extremely limited coronation, has been up his ass about doing things the “proper way.”

Danny’s main problem lies with the ridiculous amount of paperwork though. It’s fine. Tedious. But fine.

But if he gets one more fifteen page essay style complaint form about some guy named Constantine, Danny might seriously reconsider donning Dan’s ruthlessness and offing the guy himself. Perhaps grab the man by his shoulders and shake him like a rag doll and ask who the fuck told him it was a good idea to sell his soul out like that? Danny eventually just sent out Skulker to hunt down the contracts and trade minor services for them. He owns most of the soul now, and perhaps he’ll hunt this guy down and force him to do paperwork.

Regardless, paperwork was just often tedious. He’s worked out a system for himself. The halfa, true to his teenage form, had better things to be doing. His homework, for one. Hanging out with his friends and logging in hours for Doomed 2 would be another. But no, he’s here, twirling a pen as he glared down at a stack of forms for a zone expansion. What the fuck does Zeus want to expand his zone for? The current share space of the sky domain is literally a perfect balance with respect towards the other gods. For the love of- Danny slams down a red ‘REJECTED’ stamp on top of the stack. His hair flickers wildly in annoyance, the iced over Crown floating above his head emitting concerning levels of frost. To anyone else but himself, of course.

He then feels a soft tug on his core.

Right. The third most annoying thing about becoming King: the fucking summoning. Danny taps his pen against his lips, clicking it against his fangs, as he considers the summoning circle that calls him. Huh. Desperation. Mildly bloody. Fear. Resignation- ah, fuck it, it’s not like he’s too enthusiastic about staying to do work with the Observers poking around. He takes the summoning, allowing his regalia to overtake his normal hazmat-clad form, and approves the summoning.

Oh hey, Danny thinks he recognizes that ugly ass trenchcoat.

—-

John Constantine has had more than enough practice summoning things that would give people nightmares. But there are things he normally refuses to touch, refuses to even entertain the idea of trying. As usual, desperation made John its bitch and the Justice League’s battered and bruised faces tugged on his shriveled heart.

He’s going to summon something from the Infinite Realms. Oh, but he wasn’t just summoning any old ghost. No, he thought, I’m just going to summon the one being that’s guaranteed to be able to crush our universe without breaking a sweat. Bollocks.

“Is it ready?”

“Untwist your pants, spooky,” John snaps, wishing he had a crate of whiskey he could down. “We’re trying to summon the Ghost King, not your average demon.”

“What do we know about him?” Batman’s gravelly voice demanded.

“Powerful enough to take us all out without even breaking a sweat. Defeated the bloody tyrant who ruled over the Realms last I heard.”

“That’s it?”

“You could ask Deadman, but I heard he’s on the outs with the Infinite Realms on the fact that he’s made of pure magic, not ectoplasm.”

“There’s no guarantee the king will work with us.” Zatanna says, pressing her fingertips together tiredly. She had been at the forefront of the battle and had paid the price for it. “But he’s supposedly more benevolent than his predecessor… and we’re out of options.”

“Hm.”

“Just make sure to shut up and let me do the talking.”

“Hn.”

John rolls his eyes and takes a fortifying breath, something that does not go unnoticed by the League. They all tense up, preparing themselves for a battle. Another one, seeing as they all got their ass kicked by a ghost only ten hours ago. The League is spread thin, running interference to distract the ghost in question and evacuating civilians.

John Constantine started chanting, the glow of his magic lighting up the circle as he spills his blood into the circle.

He waits, heart in his throat, for the summoning to work.

“Is it supposed to take-” Red Robin asks, only to cut himself off as the circle flares once more. Power pulsates outwards from the circle. Frost crackles on the frost resistant floors, spreading outwards as a green portal rips open the fabric of time and space. Long, spindly imitations of a hand grabs the edges of space and pulls, heaving the rest of his celestial body out of the tear in reality. John does not look away. He can not look away, not from the eerie green pallor of the King, not from his torrential white wisps of hair, not from the black-hole like material of his outfit, not from the nebulas and beginnings and endings tailored onto the King’s cape. John could not look away from the ice crown that floated like a bastion of power above the king’s head.

His mouth is dry. What price will he have to pay to save the world? What price will this being demand of him, of the Justice League, to save the world?

John desperately needs that drink.

—-

Oh! He’s in his home dimension! His core purrs at coming home, at the close proximity to his first haunt.

He was expecting cultists, or even the Winchesters again, but this is nice.

The Justice League- summoning him. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they hear about this.

They’ve been staring at him in silence for a bit now. It was getting awkward.

“Why have you summoned me?” He asks, softening his tone. By their winces, he didn’t get it as well as he thought. Danny grimaces. At the first sign of discomfort though, the man in the trenchcoat- is that fucking Constantine?!- launches into a nerve filled tirade.

“Your, uh, Majesty.” He starts. “One of… One of your subjects is wreaking havoc on the world. We would be extremely grateful if… if you could reign him in?”

Danny’s face sours, only to quickly clear his expression as he realized how much even a small hint of displeasure causes the jumpiness in Constantine and the others.

“To do that, I will have to make a contract with you, seeing as you’ve summoned me.” Danny drawls, letting his overly long digits wave at the summoning circle in question. He could break it, of course, but Danny’s bored and trying to draw this out. He’s not saying he’d take a batch of cookies as payment but that’s exactly what he’s saying.

“The price… you could always have my soul?”

Danny pauses. “Your… soul?”

Oh, he did not say what he just said.

“Yes. My soul.”

Oh, he did.

Fuck it. Danny’s flashbacks of suffering through the reports pushes green into his irises and urgency to his action.

He breaks out of the circle, hands lunging and gripping Constantine’s jaw tightly. Danny ignores the shouts of alarm as he allows the thrown weapons to pass through him.

John Constantine is panicking now, struggling in the air as Danny lifts him an inch off the floor in agitation.

Good.

“Your soul, little wizard? The one you’ve split eight ways till the thirtieth of February? The one that caused,” he tightens his grip, no doubt bruising the man. “An insane amount of paperwork that I’ve had to suffer through. Your soul, John Constantine?”

Danny hisses his name. The man makes a warbling noise that Danny takes as acknowledgement. Danny bats away the weak spell Zatanna sends at him with a hand.

“You’ll find that I am in the possession of most of your soul contracts. To simply put,” he grins, teeth made of dying stars on display. “I own your soul. My soul, now.”

He drops the wizard who collapses onto his knees to stare up at him in horror, eyes flicking between the circle that was meant to contain him and Danny, who is very much not contained. He crouches down- something necessary but disjointed as he’s not used to this taller form- and speaks to Constantine in a slow, dead serious, drawl.

“If you ever sell your soul again, you and I are going to have issues. Is that clear, John Constantine?”

“Uh- yeah, yes, yes, your majesty.”

Patting his cheek condescendingly, Danny gets up and sighs, stress relieved. He’s starting to feel bad, though, so he allows his form to ripple back to his normal teenage Phantom self.

“Well, it’s not like anyone will buy it, since they know they’ll have to go against me.” He chirps, flipping 180 from his terror inducing eldritch voice. “So, what’ll you pay me to get rid of whatever ghost you’ve got?”

“…. Nothing?”

Red Robin holds out a bag, eyebags betraying his exhaustion. “I’ve got fifty dollars and a bag of cookies.”

Phantom beams at him. “Throw in a couple of autographs and you’ve got a deal.”

“That’s- yeah, okay.” Red Robin says, inching forward cautiously to hand him the bag.

“Great. I’ll be back for them later. You can call me Phantom. ‘Your Majesty’ gets annoying after a while.”

“Thank- thank you for your mercy, Your- Phantom.” Wonder Woman says.

“Sure. Make sure this idiot doesn’t make any more deals with demons while I’m out, yeah?”

With that, Danny Phantom grabs the bag of cookies and fifty dollars and flies through the wall to do his job.

John slams his head onto the space station floor.

“Fuck.”

—-

Danny: lol I’ll do it for the shits and giggles

Constantine and the League: he’s terrifying, a bastion of pure power and authority

Red Robin, Young “we commit war crimes bc it gets shit done” Justice leader and fellow gremlin: he’d probably do it for cookies. I would.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #john constantine #batman #Bruce Wayne being tired af #ghostly shenanigans #bamf Danny phantom #ghost king danny

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