#one thing he does is he calls people ‘bud’ and ‘buddy’ a lot. and he says ‘oh em gee’ instead of oh my god. <3 he’s cute. <333

[lem-argentum]

surprisingly for as much as i gush about all of his little intricacies, prom is the most difficult f/o for me to write. they just did such a good job making him feel REAL which makes it REALLY HARD TO EMULATE.!!!!!!!!

#lem text #📸 gold and bones <3 #i adore his writing………. could not do it myself <3. #reno is actually the easiest to write. because his characterizations vary so much across iterations that there’s less concern with accuracy #and they give him distinct speech patterns. frequent cursing + shortening words (thinking -> thinkin’) + ‘yo’ at the end of sentences etc. #<- EASE ONLY GOES FOR DIALOGUE THOUGH. no idea whats going on in his head. all my fics are chrome pov studying Him hfkndjn <3. #prom does speak very distinctly too there’s just so Much detail and dialogue in ff.xv efndmfn <33 #one thing he does is he calls people ‘bud’ and ‘buddy’ a lot. and he says ‘oh em gee’ instead of oh my god. <3 he’s cute. <333 #he also draws out lots of words for comedic effect. and does little accents for jokes. andmfnkfdhj <33 (<- likes him a lot) #ALSO NOT PROM-EXCLUSIVE BUT THE CHOCOBROS CONSISTENTLY MAKE PUNS AT EACH OTHER WHICH IS VERY ENDEARING. THATS ALL. <3

[thefandomdirtymind]

Shiny offering

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji Series - NSFW The small favor

A/N IMPORTANT: I am the little weirdo who's like crows and though that a pirate with a crow would be really cool. So, I'm really sorry if you're scare of bird, but I hope you will find the story funny because I have a lot of fun with it and my new obsession for this man.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

If you enjoy my story please let me know.

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Sanji never had a particular interest in birds. At least not living ones. Once featherless, beheaded and ready to be cooked. He, of course, has a lot of thoughts and recipes about how to prepare them, each idea more delicious than the other. 

But, as the Crow expanded his wings and flew above him for the fifth time that day. He started to wonder if the black bird meat would taste more like chicken and then, be better in a rotisserie kind of dish, or would it be surprisingly more delicate, like the duck. 

A mystery he would probably never know even if he could. Or if he did, not with this precise bird. Because, even if the blond never had a thought about the feathered animal, he has a lot of interest in you and, as irritating as it is, your crow seems to dislike him as much as Zoro does. 

He didn’t attack him directly of course, you would never let this happen. 

Yet, if Sanji is too close to you when you're all on the deck or if you share a moment alone with the cook. The damn winged dinosaur never missed a beat stealing his, lite or not, cigarette that was in his hand or between his lips.

The bird has often even tried to take his ring, but, to this day, never succeeded. However his favorite target was his blonde hair. Golden straw that he could pick few at the time between his beck before flying away as quickly as he could. 

Everytime, as you tried without success to not laugh. Biting your lips in that charming way he liked so much. You assure him that Deimos didn’t really hate him, he was  just a little bit too protective or attracted to the shiny thing on his person. Like humans he needs time to adjust to new people. 

“ I understand Madam, but I don’t see stealing Zoro shinny earring neither and that be a show I would love to see “ He once replied, trying to repress the bitterness in his tone, massaging the sore spot on his head where Deimos had took three of his hair.

“Well, Zoro didn’t have hair similar to pretty rays of sunshine, that’s for sure and I honestly don’t know, they seem to already be best buddy that kinda funny “ You said, your gaze fixed on the strange duo that was Zoro and your pet, napping in a hammock between two Tangerine trees. 

“ That because they have something in common, they both hate me that’s why” 

“ You know, Crows love to collect things who shine and offer them to their partner or their favorite human. Once a crow trusts you, he or his children never forget you, they have a memory that they extend to their children for generations and they will always return to you. It’s amazing”  

“ Then Madam it seem that I will be hate for generation “       

It has been almost five months now that you were a member of the crew and the relentless animal didn’t stop. Although, Sanji couldn’t forget that conversation that you had about those damn birds offering shining things to the person they affectionate. The way you smiled, the gleam in your eyes as if you were sharing that fun fact like if it was a romantic story. Even if it was an anodin moment, he couldn’t forget how perfect you were. Relax, your arm crossed on the railing of the upper deck in the soft light of the morning. 

It wasn’t a secret that the blondie fell for you at the minute that he saw you. He had tried to flirt as much as he could, challenged your taste buds by making you his best dishes and even switched his generic “Madam�� for a warmer nickname “ mon coeur”. A sweet name he uses, usually as often as he calls himself the Best Cook of the East blue. 

“ Mon coeur, do you want a kind of food in particular for supper ?” 

“ Be careful Mon coeur, the tea is hot” 

“ You see Mon coeur, one day I will see the All Blue and I will explore it with you ”  

But, nothing had seemed to enlighten your comprehension about his intention. Of course, a more direct approach would give him an immediate answer, still, like in his cooking, Sanji liked a more slow and progressive approche.

It was when thinking about his next move that the strange event occurred.

Busy in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for his famous beef stew, the man suddenly heard a metallic noise, like a utensil falling on the floor. As a chef, it wasn't uncommon, but since he was alone in the room and all his instruments were in front of him, it was indeed, really strange. It was only after his gaze had scanned the room that he finally saw it. 

Perched on the side of the table, under the open window, the dark bird, a spoon in his beck, was watching the floor where a solitary fork was laying.

“ Oh no sir, this place is my domain you will not ruin it, get out” He exclaimed, not without thinking of how ridiculous he must look, talking at this bird like if he was a rude client of the Baratie.

For answer, Deimos only croak once, jumps between two potatoes just in front of him, turns his onyx head on the side and then, under the blue glare of the men, drops the polished spoon. 

The eating tool in itself wasn’t really special, unless the fact that it had been lost two weeks ago, along the fallen fork of course.   

“ Oh so now you steal my utensil. My hair and my smoke wasn’t enough ?” Sanji sighs before reaching for the discarded silver instrument. 

For answer, the crow slowly approached his head to the metallic object and started to admire his own smaller reflection before taking his fly, exiting the kitchen.

Coming back after less than five minutes later, this time with a shimmering shell and one of Nami small hair clips. Same as the spoon, he gently drops them in front of the blonde man, tilling his head, like he is waiting for something.

Like said before, Sanji never had a soft spot for birds, but he had a fond memory of that conversation with you about the way they express their affection. So, little by little, as he watched one by one the glittery, polish, shimmery stuff your crow just bought him, two realizations struck him. First, the damn feathers dinosaur has finally taken a liking for him and second he finally knew how to show you how dear you are in his eyes. 

“ Well, I almost regret now that I imagine you many times in my oven. I admit that you don't seem that bad alive now…thank you” Sanji smiled, putting the stew on the stove, letting it cook and before starting collecting the item for his new plan.   

It was only a long time after dinner that he could put his said plan in action. With a little help from his now winged friend.

As the Going Merry was lazily crossing the water, Sanji was still again in the kitchen, preparing diverse elements. To citrus marinade for supper the next day, to dry leaf for future recipes.  

Nevertheless, he was ready when the flap of the wing followed by footsteps could be heard near his area.  

Deimos was the first to enter the kitchen, taking his now usual place in the left corner of the kitchen island, your bracelet still on his beck. Close by a few steps, you enter at his pursuit, stopping only when you seen the strange show that was the gorgeous chef ,slowly busy pressing a lemon and your large pet, sharing the same space without apparent bickering.

“ Hi Sanji, sorry to barge in there like that. Deimos feels apparently playful today, he stole my bracelet. But look at you both, you finally bound as I can see” You joyfully said, taking a seat in front of the kitchen island. 

“ Hello Mon coeur, well as you can see we came to an arrangement if I can call it that. " Sanji replied, pulling an almond from his pocket and giving it to the bird as he rescued your bracelet “ But I’m grateful that he bring you here now, I also had something for you, a special dessert”  

Turning his back from you for a minute, missing the long glance you give to his perfect ass in his tailored pants, you smile. You weren't stupid, in fact, you were particularly smart. Even if you didn’t understand why Usopp had taken a habit of joking about the fact that you seem blind to love. 

You had noticed the blonde chef the first day on this boat and since then, had developpe what Nami had called a “crush” on him. What’s not love about him ? You like the way he calls you Mon coeur making yours fluster, the way his smile reaches his eyes every time he talks about food and of course the fact that he was always so kind with you. But never you would push those thoughts on him, no, it seems that all his love was for food and as long as you live you will respect that.

The first thing you saw after the blondie had put the bowl in front of you was the beauty of the presentation. Served in a plain white bowl, a delicate pale lilac ice cream was piled, decorated with colorful berries that automatically make your mouth water.

However it wasn’t the berries who’s most caught your eyes. Coating there the side of a raspberry, there in a few pieces the side of the cold cream, there floating lazily like if it were on a river, small gold flakes was highlighting the sweet, giving it the allure of a masterpiece. 

“ Homemade lavender ice cream with berries assorted with flakes of edible gold “ Sanji proudly present, your favorite smile on his lips. “ I had the idea when we were talking about crows and their habit of giving their partner or…favorite person…shiny things” He lied. Never would he admit to you that your bird, trying to fancy him, gave him the idea.  Never on his chef corpse.

“ Sanji, that’s almost too beautiful to eat. The colors, the sweet smell , the…glittery gold” You admiratively said, your joy suddenly catching up with the realization of what he had just said. 

You were his favorite person. 

Lifting at the same time your gaze and the spoon, you take a small amount of the ice cream and taste his declaration of love. 

Just like him it was amazing. Sweet, refreshing and addictive. 

“ So...is that to your liking ? “ He inquired after a small moment, unsure if you taken your time to enjoy the dessert or trying to find a delicate way to put him down. 

“ It’s the best thing I ever tasted, here take a bite “ You offer, lifting the silverware at the level of his mouth. 

Taking your offering, your gaze lock on each other, you both couldn’t repress your smile as he let slip the head of the spoon out of his mouth. 

“ Definitely one of my be…” He couldn’t finish. 

His tie caught on your fist, his torso inclined and supported by his strong arms above the kitchen island. Your cold lips had suddenly crashed against his, taking him off guard and at the same time his breath away. 

Sanji, still ,quickly catch up. Adjusting his position to support the back of your head with one of his hands. He slightly brushes his tongues against your sugary lips, savoring them like a peculiar delicacy. But, as your tongue met, exploring and dancing against each other in a french ritual. He became more and more greedy of your lips, throwing away his usual self control at the first hearing of your panting breath. 

Still trapped in the warm embrace of his lips, enjoying the contrast of his warm tongue against your ice cream cold one, you suddenly heard a groan pronounced by none of you. 

“ Great, now the waiter will stop looking like a love sick puppy. But did you really have to expose us to that ?”

Breaking the kiss, you gave a glance at the door where Zoro, his arm crossed on his chest, was rolling his eyes, clearly already done with both of you. 

Biting your lips of embarrassment you still couldn’t prevented, neither Sanji at it seem, to smile. 

“ Nevermind. Come on black chicken “ He calls your bird, who, now used to it ,goes perch himself on one of his shoulders. Before quitting the doorframe to disappear into the ship “ I have to clean my blade and I know they are not clean enough until you watch your reflection in it. “ 

Laughing at the incongruous friendship of the Swordsman and your pet. You returned your attention to Sanji, another tea spoon of ice cream in his hand.

“I’m sorry” You apologize, still laughing. 

“ No need to be embarrassed Mon coeur “ He smile, regaining as it seem, his composure

“ No, I mean, now I don’t know what I prefer between the dessert or your kisses “ 

Taken aback, Sanji slowly smiles, deposing a small kiss on your lips. 

“ Then why not enjoy them both together…I will gladly supply it every time you ask for it”

Smiling you then proceeded to enjoy the delicious cold dessert and the body warm contrast for the rest of the day and more.  

Bonus : 

Not that Sanji was ashamed to tell you, no. But, even after a year after the event of the offering silverware et other shiny knick-knacks.

He still had, hide behind a pile of pots, the many items brought to him, along the years, by Deimos. Because, even after all this, he was still the reason why you were finally in his arms at night and yes, he had to admit it, he had kind of come to like it, that damn bird. 

#sanji x reader #OPLA Sanji #OPLA #vinsmoke sanji #OPLA Vinesmoke Sanji #OPLA Vinesmoke Sanji x reader #Vinesmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x Y/N #sanji vinsmoke #opla!sanji x reader #one piece #one piece netflix #one piece live action #Opla sanji x reader #taz skylar

[patdkoala]

Get it Out of Your System

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, mentions of death, pet names (baby) Summary: You and Dean go after a lead down in Louisiana but things get pretty steamy

Dean and you are close but not close enough to be called besties. Just enough to be hunting buddies. You hunt with Sam and Dean all the time. Every so often, you'll bud out so that Cas can join in.

Today, it's just you and Dean.

"There are people dying in pairs down in Louisiana. Neighbors spoke of hearing screaming and, uh-" Dean stopped talking and cleared his throat as he looked up at you.

"And what?" "Moans before it finally stopped."

"Are we sure these people died and didn't just climax too hard?" You asked as Dean laughed and then showed you the news article online. "Well, that's what a lot of these neighbors assumed too until they noticed that they hadn't come outside in weeks. Turns out they died and were sitting in their homes rotting for weeks," Dean said as you gagged a little.

"So what, these people are dying by murder on their one lucky night?" You asked as Dean smirked. "I don't think it's that simple but it does look like something to check out. I'll get baby ready."

"Okay, I'll pack up."

You both headed to Louisiana and first checked out the neighbors of the first victims.

"So, how do you two know Tony and JJ?" Mrs. Fizzbit asked as Dean and you looked at each other and realized you still weren't set in stone on your fake story.

"We met in couple's therapy," You said as Mr. Fizzbit eyed you suspiciously. "We didn't know Tony and JJ were in couple's therapy but I guess that explains, uh- what happened that night before they passed," He said as you smiled at Dean in an uncomfortableness.

"Yeah, well. Everyone has their secrets," Dean said as you smiled at him in a comfortable state now.

You and Dean learned that every couple who died had visited the same woman that gave them some sex tips to brighten their marriage.

So of course, you and Dean went to visit her.

Again, with no real background story.

"Why hello. What a gorgeous young couple," The woman said as Dean and you laughed that off. "Oh, no we aren't-" Dean started but you cut him off.

"Sexually active anymore. My husband hasn't touched me for months," you said as Dean side-eyed you. "I haven't?" He questioned as she looked at him. "Right. I haven't. We just don't have that, uh- zing anymore," He said as you were now the one side-eyeing him.

"Well, I have just the thing for you two," She said as she handed you a bag that looked like just a bedazzled version of a witch's hex bag but you didn't think much of it.

"Go home, brew some tea. And talk through your issues while this bag steeps in the tea," She instructed as Dean and you listened intently.

You went back to the motel and did as instructed with the bag.

"So, maybe our bad guy is a djin traveling through people's minds and killing them for being celibate?" Dean chuckled as you poured him a cup of the sex tea.

"What we are going to do is drink this tea and find out if either this woman is our witch or if she is just drugging people and then breaking in and murdering them," You said as Dean pushed his cup away.

"Shouldn't one of us be 'sober' then if we are seriously going to drink this crap?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. "You just don't want to drink this," You said as he smiled sheepishly at you.

"Fine. I'll drink it and you either have to kill me or kill whatever is going to try and kill me," You said as you chugged the drink.

"And? How do you feel?" He asked as you shrugged. "I don't know. Pretty much the same, honestly," you said as Dean stood up and just the right amount of his underwear was visible when he stood and his shirt lifted.

You stared and watched him rub his face. His arm flexed and it was so sexy. You felt something in between your legs get damp. You knew what was happening. You looked up at Dean in a feat of sweat and hormonal fear.

"Dean, the woman. She's a witch and she drugged me. We have to go back and find her. Get her to give me the remedy."

He nodded and then you both ran to the car and headed back to the sex shop.

"What did you do?" Dean yelled as he bust the door down and behind him walked a very horny and very drugged (Y/N).

You couldn't keep your eyes off Dean.

"I thought this is what you two wanted, to spice up the new marriage," She asked as Dean revealed his gun.

"Yeah, well. I lied. I tend to do that," He said as he aimed the gun at her head.

"Now, fix her, or I put a bullet between your eyes."

"Wait!" She yelped as you just stood behind Dean watching him in amazement. He was so handsome standing up for you like this.

"Is she the only one that drank the tea?" She asked with her hands raised above her head. "Yeah, so?" "She will die if she doesn't uh- get it out of her system. I promise I will leave you two be after," the woman said to Dean as he smiled his smug smile at her.

"Don't worry, I believe you," He said as he then fired the gun and she fell to the ground.

Obviously, her death did nothing to you because all you could muster up to say to Dean after witnessing him murder a woman in cold blood was, "That was so fucking hot."

"Okay, so maybe she was right and the only thing to do is uhm- get it-" "Out of my system. Yeah, I heard her say that too."

You and Dean went back to the motel. The entire car ride was silent. "Let's hit up a bar. I need to find me a man so that I don't die tonight," You said as Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "No, what if you just end up dead anyway on some random guy?" He said as you turned to look at him.

"Is that the only reason, Dean Winchester doesn't want me to go home with some rando?" You asked as he just looked at you like you were crazy. Which of course, right now you were.

"No, I just think you'd be safer with me right now," He said as you smiled at the thought of Dean caring about you while you are in a life-or-death situation.

You and Dean walked into the motel and you sat on your bed and Dean sat on his. Not even facing each other. Sitting on opposite sides of the beds.

"So, what do we do then? Just wait for me to die?" You asked as Dean sighed.

"Get on your knees," He said as your breath hitched in your chest.

"Oh, yeah. Praying sounds like a great idea right now. But I don't know what Chuck is going to do about this given fact that he hates me and you," You rambled as you got down on the floor and got on your knees.

You heard Dean get off of the bed and walk over to you. He stood in front of you and lifted your head to look up at him. He then got on the floor on his knees in front of you.

He pulled you into a kiss and his hands held you at the base of your back and cupped your ass. He held your body so close to his as you two made out on the floor.

He then stood up and he then took off his clothes which made you then take off all of your clothes.

You couldn't stop staring at his toned chest and his arms and how they made the bulge in his pants look small.

He watched as you took off all of your clothes and then you sat on the bed and pulled him closer to you by the hem of his underwear. He smirked at how fast your hands traveled down to his underwear.

"I need you," You said as he leaned down to kiss you and hovered over you.

"I know, baby," He said as you moaned into his touch.

He pulled your panties off for you since you had seemed to forget that part of the whole having sex bit. He then slid a finger inside of you and with such little force you were practically melting under him.

You tugged on his boxers as he was still hovering over you while he left hickeys all over your neck and chest.

He then pushed himself in you as you held onto his back and left scratches and bruises all over him. He left a giant hickey on your left tit as you left one on his neck only a few seconds later.

You were both moaning and screaming under and over each other. He soon let you know he was close and you had already cum three times. At this point, you knew you weren't going to die since you had 'gotten it out of your system' through and through.

After he came, in you might I add because Dean Winchester doesn't care, he held you to his chest and you fell asleep.

Dean couldn't sleep. Not till you were both back in Kansas just because he was still worried about your passing.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural smut #supernatural #dean winchester smut #please rail me in the back of a 1967 Chevy impala

[jacely]

Was thinking “hey :) what a fun idea it would be to participate in the Vesuvia Weekly!” so… here i am. + maybe some Fallon lore?

The Arcana Main 6 x Fallon dynamics

Asra: Such pure best friends it’s insane. They are one and the same, sharing clothes, a bed, food, friends. Fallons family has even pretty much adopted them into the family. it’s not unoften to hear them switch between calling eachother “friend” and “sibling/sister”. Asra = worlds best wingman, as well. they just have a very simple, chill friendship. If they are in the same room together then they are probably cuddling or having a deep talk about the Arcana. “Damn… you really stole my bitch.” -Asra, probably, to Nadia. they bond over how much they don’t like Lucio and how much they love Nadia. Definitely eachothers pillar. They know eachothers brain like it’s their own.

Nadia: Incredibly compatible (as well as in love). there’s a strong understanding between the two of them when it comes to status and the work that comes with it. they experience a lot of the same insecurities and problems. competitivity, constant striving to be better, dealing with royalty, building a city/country back from ruins. Fallon knows exactly when to offer help, to give her space, or when to pull her away from her work to give her a break when it’s needed. they both struggle with trust issues and seemingly the weight of the entire world on their shoulders, Nadia admires Fallons optimism through it and Fallon cherishes Nadia’s clear mind and problem solving. There is the fear of falling back into a coma for Nadia while Fallon has the fear that death will randomly decide it wants her soul back, leading them to many late night talks and rationalizing of their fears and comfort. there’s just a perfect balance of give and take in this relationship, one always willing to pick up where the other is falling behind. The relationship is well-communicated, comfortable, and supporting. it’s rare for people of their backgrounds to find someone that fully understands them, but fortunately for them, they’ve struck gold. Even if they didn’t work out as lovers (which… they definitely DO end up working out) they would still be the best of friends.

Julian: drinking buddies. Julian suffered through Fallons original disliking of him… he BROKE into her SHOP. Who is going to pay for the damages ?!?! but they ended up getting close during the whole devil fiasco. if Julian is up on a table dancing and singing… Fallon is probably on the next table doing the same thing (but better singing). anytime they go out they almost always end up sprawled on the palace steps, eventually discovered by a bemused countess. Julian genuinely does get better when it comes to his

‘self-sacrifice problems’, thanks to Fallon and very stern Portia and Nadia. He’s such a fun and great dude! they do need a lot of breaks from each other, though. they both have their own struggles, and are definitely not the type of friendship where they talk to eachother abt them. invite eachother out for parties or sleepovers with the friends, but unlikely to go to eachother when it’s a rough mental health night.

Muriel: complicated. they both struggle with the trauma associated to killing and harming others, but they deal with it in such different ways that it ends up being a rift instead. Fallon enjoys Muriel, he reminds her of her brother (height AND broodiness), she wants to sit and gently bring him out of his shell! She has the knowledge of how to deal with such introverted people (her line of past work often required it), and is confused when Muriel still seems to shut her out, she keeps trying nonetheless, excited at the prospect of a budding friendship with him. Muriel, however… dislikes her. The way she rationalizes her past of killing with “i did what i had to do” so easily bothers him. her openness about it compared to his silence leaves just the slightest resentment for eachother. Fallon knows that trauma does terrible things to people but still struggles understanding why he can’t understand that he also just did what he had to do. Muriel feels like Fallon is too nonchalant about taking life. It takes him coming terms with his own past in order to start letting Fallon in. so… Dislike to dislike to… friendly Acquaintance…? Fallon is oblivious to the fact that he dislikes her, which leaves a lot of room for her to be excited about seeing him and him being like “:( not again”.

Portia: By proximity they are friends. they are both very close to Nadia which makes them kinda have to be close to eachother. Of course, they are both fun, relatively friendly women, so it’s not a problem in the slightest. they are both a little Hot-headed, overprotective of the countess, and optimistic. they’re actually pretty compatible friends. Fallon does feel like Portia is perhaps maybe too much of a crybaby, she was raised around soldiers… crying was for mourning, or much more serious matters. What was the point in crying over a dropped cake? These opinions are never spoken outloud, fallon is aware that her outlook is askew, and instead hugs Portia and supports her through her tears anyways. Once again, Fallon finds a wingman in a friend. A eyebrow wiggle or a wink is commonplace between them. Fallon needs help getting a date night planned without Nadia knowing? Portia’s got her back. Portia finds that young man at the ball attractive? Pffft, Fallons gonna make sure they dance together when the music starts. Portia is genuinely starstruck by Fallon. She is such an open book, even if not all the content is pretty, it makes Portia feel bad about her secrecy and makes her want to exhibit that courage more often. …To say Portia didn’t have a little crush on her at first would be a lie.

Lucio: hell. flames. anger. hatred. Honestly, if lucio wasn’t such a crybaby bitch then they would probably be friends. HOWEVER. he IS a crybaby bitch and sucks ass, in Fallons opinion. He has caused too many problems for the people she loves for her to even slightly like him. If he were to show up at Vesuvia ever again he is getting dropkicked into outer space. Lucio feels an abundance of jealousy towards my hot-headed little magician, she took his spot !!! his wife !!! his dogs !!! this little rat took his whole life, he hates her as much as she hates him. they are soulmates but for haters.

#the arcana #nadia satrinava #the arcana nadia #countess nadia #nadia the arcana #the arcana game #nadia satrivana #arcana nadia #arcana oc #fallon ramirez #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #asra the magician #asra the arcana #julian devorak #the arcana julian #the arcana portia #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel the arcana #the arcana game lucio #the arcana lucio #lucio montag #count lucio #vesuvia weekly

[quitealotofsodapop]

So, TMKATI-Mac is used to fans and hecklers...

...but is he familiar with THOSE fans, you know the ones - that are obsessed to a point of madness? That get surgery just to look like the one they love/idolize? Do everything and anything to be just like them?

How'd he deal with someone like that?

Aside from showing them into the shadow realm, that is.

In the TMKATI au? It's certainly a juicy idea for conflict. >:3

Macaque initially wouldn't know how to deal with the attention from an obsessed fan. He at first thinks its a case of a budding artist finding a muse/potiential mentor. He's willing to at least hear them out on their goals/dreams, but if the fan is consistently following him or straight up stalking him? He kinda freezes.

How does one deal with a (supposedly) non-violent threat when the powers that could have helped you are dampened? He can shadow portal away at a small distance.

His "Super-Fan" (as he calls the stalker to make sure SWK doesn't worry), soon dyes their hair black with a white streak and starts dressing in a similar fashion to Macaque. Ok he guesses, he can't control what people wanna look like. But then he starts noticing the Super-Fan copying his body language + eating only what he's eaten at work. Macaque is distinctly freaked out. He isn't sure how to "deal" with someone changing their whole personality/appearance to mimic him.

Macaque, remembering the Jttw days: "This feels karmatic somehow..."

He feels like he has a parasite clinging to him whenever he works at the theatre. A pair of eyes in the audience he wishes stays there. He frequently goes backstage to find his things riffled through, and an item of clothing missing. He tells himself that he'll only get confrontational if the Super-Fan does something worse...

One day after a long day, the kids and SWK are waiting for Mac to get off of work in the lobby of the theatre. The Super-Fan runs up to Macaque's sorta-boyfriend/husband and starts getting too familiar with him and the kids.

Before Macaque can even yell at them, Wukong barks at the Super-Fan to get lost since he's waiting on his Mihou. The Super-Fan makes the super mistake of claiming that *they're* Mihou.

Wukong does a lot of yelling. Cops get called.

Macaque still feels sympathy for his little parasite. He advises the Super-Fan as they're getting arrested (Macaque's theatre buddies back up the thefts and stalking) seek medical and mental health help - but def imposes a restraining order, cus if he sees the Super-Fan around his husband or kids again he will kill them without hesistation.

Wukong points out that the "fake" Macaque hadn't a chance in heck of replicating a smidge of the real deal, because 1: SWK still has gold vision so no tricking him, 2: Macaque is super old (SWK gets smacked for that), and 3: Wukong has known Macaque for so long and through so much that he'll always recognise him in a crowd of imposters. Macaque thinks it's sweet (except for the "super old" part).

I also don't know why, but the idea of Macaque (a character infamous for mimicking others appearances) getting a stalker-fan makes me think a lot about Perfect Blue for some reason...

#the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lego monkie kid #lmk #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach au #stalking tw #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk au

[soleminisanction]

How did Steph become Robin and how did she become fired? I know it was her starting a gang war but how exactly?

I had this whole thing typed up last night with citations and everything and then the post editor glitched and I lost the whole thing. :/ So, take 2:

Around Robin issues #124-125, Tim's father Jack discovered that he was Robin and went to Wayne Manor with a gun to threaten Bruce over the whole thing. To keep the peace, Tim volunteered to step down as Robin and promised his dad that he'd give that life up forever.

Shortly thereafter (Issue 126), Steph was stalking Tim at his school because if she doesn't see him every day she immediately assumes that he's cheating on her. She arrived at just the wrong moment to witness his classmate Darla plant a kiss on him, took that as proof that he was cheating, and ran away without bothering to wait the ten seconds it would've taken to see Tim push Darla away and tell her, again, that he has a girlfriend, sending her off in tears.

Steph went straight home, made herself a Robin costume, then went to the Bat-cave and told Bruce she would be the new Robin now. And Bruce agreed to let her try.

It's never actually defined what Stephanie's motivation for this is, BTW. We're left to pick it up from context clues -- like the fact that she was perfectly happy being Spoiler and had zero thoughts or plans in this direction until she saw Tim "cheating," and the fact that she then immediately ghosted Tim for what's implied to be weeks, potentially months, with no explanation.

It is, however, implied that Bruce might be going along with it all as a -- quoting Alfred -- "scheme to lure Tim back." Which, yeah, is not great.

So Bruce sets Steph up with a non-homemade Robin costume and a stupid new haircut (it only looks passable when Damion Scott draws it, everyone else needs to stop trying) and gives her this ultimatum.

Remember this for a later post, this one got too long. This arrangement of theirs lasts for a grand total of two full issues.

Seriously. Steph is hired as Robin at the end of issue #126, and she's fired at the end of #128. She appears in, I think, one or two issues of Cass's Batgirl, maybe the same months' corresponding Detective Comics and Batman issues (I don't really care to look them up to double-check), and a single B-plot appearance in an issue of the contemporary Teen Titans mostly dedicated to Superboy calling her a backstabbing wannabe poser and telling her she'll never be welcome at the Tower because she's not the real Robin.

That is the only time those two have ever spoken, BTW. Which is why a lot of people have been annoyed that they're suddenly being written as buddy-buds in the recent continuity for no reason.

Anyway, the point is, Steph's Robin career lasted a grand total of 3 months out-of-universe and forty-nine days in-universe, which we know because she started calling her diary-based narration her "War Journal" and counting the days there. This was recently re-confirmed in 2021's Robins miniseries.

Which brings us to how it ended, which is where I need to correct you slightly, anon. The gang war wasn't the cause of Steph's firing, it was the result.

The cause was an encounter with a powered-armor-wearing assassin called Scarab, who'd been hired by an old enemy of Tim's to kill black-haired, blue-eyed boys in Gotham in the hopes that she would eventually kill Robin. Encountering Steph with Bruce convinced Scarab that she must've killed her target ("resulting in the need for a replacement") and she was preparing to leave Gotham when Bruce & Steph tracked her down.

Bruce suited up in some power armor of his own and went down to fight Scarab, giving Steph strict orders to stay in the Bat-plane and not touch anything. Over the course of the resulting fight -- in which Bruce does seem to struggle a bit but never loses his cool and never seems to be in more danger than he would be in other fights -- he repeats these orders to Stephanie no less than five times.

Stephanie does not listen.

Stephanie rushes into the building, continues to disobey orders once she's there, and immediately gets herself taken hostage. Her life is threatened by the bad guy and Bruce lets Scarab go to save her.

That incident is what gets Stephanie fired.

Interestingly, despite what Bruce said about this being "the precise moment [Stephanie's] out," he actually waits until his injuries from the fight have recovered to drop the bomb, and it's implied that he stretches that out longer than he usually would -- out to a full three weeks -- to give her time to stew. Which I find very interesting, I'll talk about it more in the later post.

The gang war comes in because he gives her some privacy in the Batcave to collect her personal belongings before she goes, including her personal files off the Bat-computer. While doing this, she decides it's a great idea to steal one of Bruce's, quote, "contingency plans" to "wipe out all crime in Gotham... if worst came to worst." This particular plan involved bringing all of the Gotham crime families under Batman's control, and Steph figured that if she could "set that in motion, show she could help him" then he might "take her back."

Unfortunately, one of the "Big Secrets" that she wasn't privy to as a result of being on probation was the fact that Matches Malone, the guy on whom the entire plan hinged, was actually one of Batman's secret identities, so when he didn't show up to the meeting she arranged... boom. A bunch of mafia heads ended up dead, and that led to retaliation from their subordinates. Cue War Games.

#stephanie brown #bruce wayne #robin #batman #meta #dc comics meta #dc comics asks #kinda critical I guess? #mostly because I'm not going to pretend that Steph isn't responsible for getting herself fired #or causing the gang war #it's not like bruce doesn't share in the blame #he loaded the gun sure but steph's the one who pulled the trigger #after she broke into the gun vault to steal it from him #and she's not some innocent widdle kid who couldn't know any better she's 17 #18 if people kept better track of her age relative to tim

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty four

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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december 25, 2018 los angeles, california orion

The past month has been uneventful. It’s just been lots of days at my moms’ house with family. Calum essentially never leaves my side, which is both good and bad. He hasn’t seen the band since he’d seen them on tour, but then again, he’s not even speaking to Ashton or Michael. 

Emelia and Macy still come to hang around with us, but they’re no longer taking shifts like they were since Calum is back in the picture. I’m glad, not because I don’t want to spend time with them, but because I want them to keep living their lives, not hinged upon what’s happening in mine. 

I’m grateful that, for the holidays, just like we had talked about before everything went to shit, his family has flown in from Australia. We’ve spent this whole week at the LA apartment to get things ready for everyone to be in town, and I’m actually excited about it. I can’t remember the last time I was excited for something. 

It feels weird to be back in our apartment after everything, but it does still feel like home. I also love getting to see Duke again. 

Just like on Thanksgiving, Eri is our alarm clock and he wakes everyone up by screaming that Santa came overnight. He’s all knees and elbows and Calum and I are all moans and groans when he tackles us in bed.

“Go sort the presents, buddy, we’ll be out in a minute,” I say with a groggy, sleepy voice. 

Eri disappears as quickly as he’d appeared, and Calum tightens his grip on me as the room falls silent once more. 

“Do we have to?” He groans. 

“Do you not remember being his age at Christmas? We have to get up.” 

Calum groans, pressing his lips to my neck. I squirm, ticklish and still tired, and Cal just holds me tighter while he laughs. It’s one of the best feelings in the entire world.

“I already got all I wanted for Christmas,” he whispers, kissing my neck again. 

I turn around to meet his lips with mine. “And what would that be?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes, pinching my waist. “Just this little weirdo named Orion.” 

“She must be pretty cool.”

“Nah, not really, she’s honestly kind of annoying.” 

“Sounds like you should send her back to Santa.”

Calum smiles. “She’s stuck with me, annoying nature and all.” 

I roll my eyes at him before I start trying to wriggle my way out of the bed, but he holds onto me tightly. “C’mon, we gotta go. I’m sure everyone else is already out there.” 

I manage to convince Calum to get up, bribing him with the promise of us taking a nap together later. We’re dressed in matching red plaid pajamas, and so is the everyone else in our living room. Our combined families are excited for us in the living room when we finally make an appearance.

“Merry Christmas!” I say to the room of people I love, all of them clad in the pajamas. It makes my heart happy. I love giving gifts and forcing my favorite people to spend time together. 

“Good morning,” Mali says, the first one to get up to greet us. She hugs me and then her brother while I walk over to the couch to hug Calum’s parents and mine. 

“Hi love,” Joy says, kissing my cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, sweetie,” Mama says. 

“Merry Christmas, sissy!” Eri all but screams, running over and latching himself to my leg. 

“Hi bud, let go so I can make everyone coffee,” I say, trying to move my leg to get him to let go. 

“No Merry Christmas for me, Eri? I thought I was your favorite!” Calum says, distracting my brother easily. Eri frees my leg and runs over to Calum, who squats down so he can pick Eri up in a hug.

“Does anyone have any special orders this morning or do you want what I made everyone yesterday?” 

“I’m fine with whatever,” Mali calls after me while I walk to the kitchen. I’m met with a chorus of similar replies and take my place by the espresso machine and turn it on, ready to make coffee for the whole crew of people in the living room. 

Mali is sweet enough to run everyone’s cup to them so I can stay in the kitchen, brewing, steaming, frothing, and mixing. I spike a few of them with whiskey and Bailey���s, since it’s a special occasion, but for the most part everyone gets a fairly simple latte. Mali always lets me have free reign over hers, so I get creative with hers and mine. I make Eri a hot chocolate so he’s not left out, and once everyone is caffeinated, Eri sits right by the tree, poised to open the biggest box that’s addressed to him. 

All of us collectively wait to open our presents, instead watching the magic of Christmas dawn over Eri. Being a kid on Christmas is an experience that I think we all miss, and observing a six year old unwrapping Santa’s gifts is something we all enjoy. 

After Eri has unwrapped all of his gifts, Calum sets him up with his new Nintendo Switch that Calum bought for him — despite my protests against spending so much on him — so he’s occupied while the adults do a much less energetic exchange of gifts. I had to beg everyone not to buy me any presents, so they all settled for getting me grocery gift cards or donations to charities I care about. 

For Joy and both of my moms I’d gotten them massage gift certificates. Joy’s is at a salon in the part of Sydney where they live to make it easier for her to get it done when she’d like. It’s also not something that won’t fit in her luggage on the flight home. I got Mali a sweater and a fancy lip balm from Sephora. I got David a nice hoodie from his favorite football team since the only other one I’ve ever seen him wear is practically all holes and frayed edges. 

I got Calum a gift certificate for his favorite tattoo artist in LA, which he’s been meaning to book an appointment with for a while. I scheduled him a tentative date that he can move if he needs, but the artist books out months in advance. I also framed a picture that we’d taken a few weeks ago at the beach with the sunset in the back, along with the oldest sunset picture of the two of us I could find. It was back in Stockholm two years ago and Ashton was the camera man. The two matching frames are antiques I’d found made of a beautiful mahogany that shows beautifully detailed wood grain. 

After we’ve opened everything, I feel a bit disheartened. Everyone had given me a printed screenshot of their donation receipts that they’d made to an animal shelter in my honor. Everyone except for Calum. 

“Cal, are you not gonna show her her gift?” Mali asks, doing the math by looking at the papers in front of me. I got three. One from her, one from Joy and David, and one from my moms. 

Calum coughs, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, babe, I didn’t really know how to… give it to you? So I figured I’d just free ball it this morning.”

Oh god. Oh god. What did he get me?

My immediate thought is a proposal. I always thought he’d propose eventually, up until the cancer diagnosis. We’d discussed our ideal engagement, what kind of ring I wanted, what our wedding would be like, so I know he knows what I’d want. Not only is this not what we’d discussed — a private moment for just the two of us, the only other person there would be a photographer — but I thought he knew I didn’t want him to propose anymore. 

We’d planned on starting the marriage process in a few years, once I was out of law school. It wasn’t supposed to be this soon, and now I feel weird about the idea that he’s proposing just because I’m dying. I don’t want him to be a widower at 23 or 24. That’s not a title I want to give him, even if I’d selfishly like him to be my husband. 

I pray that he knows me well enough not to propose on Christmas morning with our families in the room, no photographers in sight, and under such unfortunate circumstances. 

Calum stands up in the middle of the mess everyone has made with wrapping paper, right next to our Christmas tree. I look at his pockets and try to see if there’s a ring box shaped thing in any of them. 

“Orion, I know how much your education meant to you, but especially your time studying abroad. I also know your whole career was going to be dedicated to helping immigrants get their footing legally in this country.”

I just nod, now completely unaware of where this is going. 

“I’m working with UCLA to establish some scholarships in your honor,” Calum finally explains. 

My eyebrows raise. He’s what?

“One of them will be to support first generation immigrant students, and the other will be to give students who ordinarily wouldn’t be able to study abroad the chance to do so.” 

As it sets in, tears well up in my eyes quickly, and I’m standing up to throw my body against his. He’s always said that I have the biggest heart in the world, but now I know there’s no way that could be true. Calum has the biggest heart in the whole world. The news is so good and unbelievable I don’t even know what to say.

It was kind and something only he would think of doing. But it’s perfect. I’m grateful that some form of good will be left in this world in my honor. It’s because of Calum, and I don’t know how he’s able to know me so much better than I know myself, and he’s able to be so generous. 

“I don’t even know what to say, Cal,” I whisper to him. 

“In a good way, I hope?”

I nod. This means so much to me. I can’t even begin to explain it to him. 

“Thank you. It’s a better gift than I could ever imagine.” 

Calum and I stay in an embrace for a few moments and I forget that we have an audience until Mali speaks again.

“We all also chipped in on something else,” she says.

I step back from Calum but leave an arm around him while I turn to face everyone else in the room. They’re all smiling knowingly, apparently having a secret amongst everyone except for me. 

“Guys, no, you’ve already given me so much. It means so much just to have you all here right now!” 

Joy grins before she spills the beans. 

“You’re going back to Spain!” 

She whips a piece of paper out of her pocket and hands it over to me. It’s two tickets to Madrid for the week of Calum’s birthday in January. 

I stare down at the paper and the letters and again start crying.

“Everyone chipped in. The boys, Em, the Lavapies girls, and all of us,” Calum clarifies. He looks so happy right now. “We all know you’ve been dying to go back and just wanted to make sure you could.” 

I look up at Calum, who wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “But you’re not even speaking to Ash or Michael?” 

He shrugs. “I just made a group chat for everybody who loves you and said to chip in as much as they’d like. I didn’t talk to anyone specifically about it except for Paula, who helped me find a hotel and stuff.” 

My heart swells. This year has sucked, and celebrating the holidays has been so bittersweet. I can’t imagine a better gift to have received, and I am so lucky to have someone like Calum pulling all these strings for me. I don’t know if I have ever felt as loved as I do today, surrounded by people I love and in the wake of receiving the best gifts I could ever receive, drinking a delicious coffee and standing a room full of gifts and laughter. 

I don’t know if I can say it, given the circumstances, but I think it might be the best Christmas ever. 

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#5sos #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #fanfiction #5sosfam #imagine #fanfic #michael clifford #calum 5sos #calum fanfic #calum fic #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc #better left unsaid

[bbrissonn]

summary of bordy’s new (but kinda old) podcast 

warning, this was a 2 hour long podcast so this is about to be veryyyy long :) hope you all enjoy! 

this was filmed at 11:05 am either on february 16th or the 23rd, bords only had one class that day

they practice at 3:00pm 

only has 4 classes per sessions/ term

called briss “one of my best buds” 

wouldn’t mind joining the caa once he retires, also said it’d be nice to do something with briss once they both retire (boyfriends af)

briss does not know how to speak french, he might understand it but bords didn’t say anything about that

but, if bords is ever on the phone with his dad (seb) briss will say 2-3 swear words (little delinquent)

says his dad talks in a france french accent in interviews, and bords’ thinks it’s funny but also thinks “what are you doing?” 

 listens to his dad’s podcasts and learns new things about him, and vice-versa

bordy knew how to speak german when he lived in switzerland, but doesn’t anymore

people in quebec would make fun of him for his france french accent, his quebec accent would back at the end of the summer, and then people in switzerland would make fun of him for that. called it a “lose lose situation”

misses switzerland a lot, and wants to take his kids there one day

talks for like 10-20 minutes of switzerland and just stuff related to that

would play on outdoor rinks

if it rained, they’d still play with water on the ice

coaches kids during the summer

says it’s very more competitive in quebec than in switzerland

how hockey worked for him in europe was that they’d go to a rink in the middle of the woods, there’d be 16 teams, 8 games of half ice per day, shifts of 1 minutes and they had 6 players on their team

thinks montreal fans are the worst in the nhl (buddy i agree) 

when he came back to montreal, his dad wanted him to play peewee instead of atom to have more ice time

they came back to montreal because his mom had a good job offer here

they talked for a couple of minutes of christian dubé, he’s the reason why seb went to play in switzerland

had mixed feelings when his parents told him they were moving to quebec

what shocked him the most when they moved back was the parents

the parents were jealous of him and kinda talking shit because he was playing a level higher

it got so bad to the point where his dad couldn’t seat with the parents of the team because of their comments

they’d say things like “what is he doing on the ice?” as in “why is he there and not my kid”  (poor little guys was 10-11 hearing those things from his parents :()

was coached by his grandpa when he player midget AAA (personally, this part about his grandpa his my fav)

looked up a lot to xavier parents even if they were close friends

parents would say that he’s only on the ice because the coach is his grandpa (stupid quebec parents)

his dad was really though on him when he played midget AAA, while his grandpa would be more disappointed in him

said him and his dad would yell at each when they’d get home from his games, his mom would try to make them stop but she eventually gave up

said that his dad being that though helped him be more constant with his game and it’s the reason why his expectation for himself are very high

his second year playing midget was harder because he got a lot more ice time and a lot of the players were nice to him, but talked shit behind his back

said going to the play in the states instead of the LHJMQ would be like a restart for him, which was nice because of the whole situation with his grandpa being his coach

chirps his dad and grandpa a lot

my favourite part of the podcast that i totally recommend going to listen to even if you don’t understand french is from 55:53 to 56:06 just because of the way he says “c’est vrai qui est fucking vieux man” very hot

his grandpa taught him how to handle his emotion at a young age, which helped a lot with the recent event of the last 2 years

he knew at like 15-16 that he wanted to play college hockey in the states because BU had approached him, he watched a couple of hype up videos on youtube and decided he wanted to play at that level in a couple of years

he went to a lot of showcase so prep schools could see him

 he was either going to the ushl or northwood (a prep school in vermont) when the ntdp approached him in january of 2018

the ntdp found out about him because of jim hughes, he had stayed with them one summer in toronto for his training

jim had never seen bordy played but still recommended him to the program

he got invited to a camp with 40 other guys, who had all done mutliple other camps to get there, so he just showed him in the middle of it, people were very confused

bordy said “they were all like: the fuck, who is he? he barely speaks engish, are you joking?” 

quinn guided him a lot and jack had told him “call me a week before the camp so i can tell you what you need to do, how to act and other stuff like that”

after the first game of the camp, the program asked him to be apart of the team

his dad’s answer was “we’re gonna home, think about it, talk to the mom about it too.” and bordy’s answer in his head was “no no no say yes right now”

they’re treated like nhl players

from monday to friday they were 2 hours- 2 hours and a half on the ice, then 2 hours in the gym. their days were from 6 am - 6 pm

said it was a bit depressive, but that it helped him develop an work ethic

during their u17 year, they play against ushl teams, so 18-20 y/o, they get pushed a lot.

they only got 10 wins in 40 game during their u17 year, and that’s considered a good first year with the program 

u18 they played half the season against ushl teams, which are a lot easier than the year before, but play the other half against college teams, so 18-24 y/o

from the first day of camp, the program told them what all they were gonna do for the next 2 year, was put then in a failing situation, like that’s all they’re gonna do, to see how they answer

they were much more of a grinder team, because that was the only way they’d be able to win

there was a guy at the ntdp called kirk (i think), he was an ex-military, he got fired during bordy’s second year because he punched one of the players in the stomach and it made said player throw up (crazy man)

said player was peterson who plays at BU

when he called jack form advices, the advices were mainly about how to get kirk to like him

jack said he was gonna asked the player who has a dual-citizen, jack said not to raise your hand because it was a trap and kirk would yell at you that you were only an american now 

jack’s advices worked pretty well since kirk liked bordy a lot and was pretty soft with him

bordy was gonna go play the u18 tournament with the 01′s but he wasn’t allowed because he hadn’t lived in the us long enough to go to an iifh tournament, so matty went instead

he talks a lot to cole, zegras, york and turcs

he talks a lot with cole about montreal, they both had a feeling that the next season (21-22) wouldn’t be the same so they only talked about positive things during cole’s playoff run

but this year they had a lot more deep conversation and emotional

he said it was hard on cole when he got sent down to the ahl, especially seeing all of his friends do well and because people thought he was gonna win the calder

coley likes that marty’s here now

when cole was out for dinner the night before toffoli got traded, they were talking about when bords would be coming back to montreal and if cole would still be there, bordy went to sleep while cole was still at dinner, and he woke up the next morning with a text from cole about toffoli

cole looked up a lot to toffoli, since toff is a righty and scores a lot, so he saw himself in him

he didn’t go to the 2021 wjc because he was rooming with beech, and father john got a fake positive. they made the team thursday night, and they were leaving for edmonton saturday night. his wingers changed a lot throught the camp, he got a lot of responsibilities on the second pp, important faceoffs, the pk, he was very excited for the tournament. 

he was gonna go to the tournament with boldy and cole, the second line and he was very happy about it. 

friday morning, at like 5 am, they get a call on the hotel phone, bordy thought it was a bad wake up call for he declines it. they call again and it’s the doctor asking to talk to beech. they thought something happened to his family or something because they had been staying in their bubble for like 2-3 months, never broke it at michigan, so they never thought it’d be about covid.

their things were waiting for them outside the arena at 7 am and they had to drive back to aa and quarantine. bordy got kicked out even if he didn’t test positive because beech was his roomate

but beech was laying in the same bed as zegras, cole, boldy, turcs, knighter, watching a movie the previous night, so everyone else would have covid too. so they asked to get tested as soon as they got back to campus, and they ended up both testing negative multiple times. but since the iifh rules were if you get one positive you’re out and you can’t come back

his reaction was to call pat brisson  to know if there was something they could do for him to go since he never tested positive, bordy told them “we can say that i wasn’t his roommate so that i can go” 

he was crying on the phone  with his parents, and when he found out there was no way for him to go to the worl juniors, he told him his mom to book a flight for him right away. 

he said it was pretty nice to be with his family, friends and his girlfriend, but he was only there for 5-6 days

so when he was back in michigan he was all alone in his house, since matty was in edmonton and i suppose truss was with his family. 

said it was a very hard time for him, and gave himself hope for the next year (silly boy)

said it was hard to watch the games, especially since they won gold.

him and the podcast dude both think it was very stupid that team usa didn’t give them individual rooms, but this year they were.

now wjc of this year... oh boy this is a ride

about a week before he had to leave for camp, kent tested positive. everyone was being very careful in the room, wearing their maks. all of the usa boys were careful and bordy thought that since they all did the same thing, none of them would test positive. 

but bordy forgot that the friday before kent tested positive, he saw kj  walking back from yost and offered him a ride. kj accepted, got in the car, and bordy drove him home. this is where he would’ve gotten covid. 

so he got covid for being a nice person, how fun!

but the weird thing is, he didn’t test positive until the saturday they needed to leave, and even weirder, matty didn’t get covid when they lived in the same house

said this time was a lot harder and a much darker period of his life, he was in montreal for like 10 days, but it didn’t make him feel much better. it was a very hard time for him

he isn’t making himself any hope for this summer, he’s telling himself that there isn’t anymore world junior, and that if it happens then it happens. 

said the hardest part was that is name would never in a world junior roster

it was his 3rd big tournament that he missed because of covid. 

he gave himself hope that he could go to the olympics when it was annouced that nhl players wouldn’t be going, which he regrets very much

he hadn’t played a game in like a month and didn’t have an amazing first half of the game when they made the olympic team

so it was just more shit added on to more shit, and it was very hard for him. 

said from when he tested positive to early february was a very though, dark and hard time for him

when the wjc got cancelled it made him feel a little better about it

the sharks helped him a lot throughout the whole situation, telling him that it wasn’t the end of the world and he’d still have a career

he’s had a sports psychologist since his second year midget, so 14-15

but since january he’s had a psychologist, to find a way to just feel good about life in general

they did a little “trivia” like the podcast dude said one of the boys’ name and bordy had to say what impresses him the most about said player on and a weird things about them off the ice, here’s how it went:

kj, on the ice: his hands, off ice: he doesn’t know how to eat, like his fork his like a shovel, bordy can’t eat next to him, says his face is in his plate.

op, one the ice: overall, off ice: there’s nothing else in his life other than hockey, could watch 4 games at the same time, you can’t separate him and kj. they always eat the same thing as well (now this is goals)

marty: one ice: his engine, he runs on 3 hours of sleep, candy and soda/pop/soft drinks but can do a 5 minute shift full out off ice: bordy calls him turbo because matty always need to do the most of everything, ike if the guys say they’re going out for dinner he’s like “can i come? where are you guys going? when are you leaving?” (explains why he had an ‘a’ this year)

briss, on ice: natural sniper, bordy’s a playmaker and briss finishes, we sadly didn’t get an off ice info about briss, but from another podcast bordy did with matty, briss is a shit starter

lukey, on ice: his skating, it’s very easy for him to skate, off ice: awkward. described him as the guy that you can laugh about all day because it’s easy to, and if the boys are saying jokes and they’re just adding on to the joke, luke would be the one to say the thing that’s just not funny anymore. he’s a comic relief but he doesn’t know it

said that having a dad that played in the nhl helped him a lot since he could him prepare for what’s to come

seb gave him advice like be nice to your equipment manager because the person needs to like you

like things that someone would learn at 20-25, he learned at 16 because of him

his dad was more of a foreward, while bordy’s more of a two way player

his dad was more of a scorer, and bordy’s more of a playmaker

when he was younger, his teammates dad would give their own son a lot of shit because they didn’t score or something, but it was different for him because his dad knew hockey a lot better than those other dads

and he had no arguments against his dad because he played in the nhl

said his grandpa still thinks he’s 14 in his head (he being paulin) and still goes rollerblading for like 2 hours

here’s the story behind his hand tattoo, his dad gave him a bracelet which had those words on it when he worked with the habs when bordy was 16. bordy lost the bracelet so he got it tattooed 

his dad is starting to think he has enough tattoos, his mom gave up on making him stop

he wants more tattoos, but his parents think he’s had enough

wants to get something tattooed about his kids-- (HE’S A FAMILY MAN NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND)

#thomas bordeleau #i've probably listened to this podcast like 10 times--

[sapphire-weapon]

This may be a dumb question but what are your thoughts on Leon and pet names? Cause boy do many fics have him use so, so many. But he seems to like using peoples names? Like when I think about him talking to the various women he interacts with I can only think of when he calls them by name. The only time I can think of is when he calls Ashley sweetheart in og4 and doctor high hopes is him being a bitch. Granted I could be forgetting something.

There's also this moment in RE4make.

But I think it comes from a few different places.

Foremost is probably the fact that a lot of nicknames -- not necessarily pet names -- get thrown around when it comes to Leon in general. Way moreso than any other RE character.

Like, Billy calls Rebecca "dollface" in RE0. Jill has "the master of unlocking." Chris gets called a "boulder-punching asshole." But like. Those are all really isolated incidents.

Leon has the whole "comrade/rookie" thing going on with Krauser. Luis calls him "cowboy" in both versions of RE4, and Remake has him constantly calling him "Sancho." Ada calls him "handsome" in both versions. OG RE4 has Saddler call him "The American Pig." In Damnation, he's referred to by several characters as just "The American."

There's also the whole "knight and the princess" thing that Salazar does in RE4make.

Leon also calls people names when he's trying to be a smartass. There's the whole "The BSAA's Golden Boy and Dr. High Hopes" thing but like. He calls Salazar "old man." There's the whole "Right Hand" thing re: Verdugo. He deadass calls Mr. X "Trenchy" in DSC like 4 different times and I swear to god I still have PTSD from it and, for a while, it was the only thing about DSC I even remembered.

RE4make and Damnation both have him using official codenames for people, as well.

He's also prone to mean-spirited name-calling because he's a fucking child. (Calling Saddler a bastard in RE4make, etc.)

And he's a big softie who, in RE4make, calls the dog "buddy" and "bud."

So, there's that.

I also think that Leon calling Ashley "Sweetheart" in OG really left an impression on a lot of people, because he meant it genuinely/endearingly/was not trying to be an asshole about it, and, to my knowledge, it's the only time in the entire series that any character calls any other character a pet name like that without it being sarcastic (see: Billy's "dollface").

He also says it really, really casually -- like, it just comes out almost by accident -- like, it's what he would've defaulted to calling her if they hadn't been on an official mission together, but they were, so he hasn't been, until he lets one slip out.

So, like.

Historically, for me, when I've written Leon -- I have him call people nicknames when he's trying to be funny and/or a dick. I also have had him pull out pet names when he's trying to hit on someone -- but like, only one and only one time. You can't overdo it.

And I've also had him pull out more affectionate pet names when he's trying to be comforting, but also only in very context-sensitive scenarios, and -- again, only one and only one time.

And then I'm kind of liberal about it during smut. That's when all of the "good girl" and "sweet girl" and "princess" and "beautiful" comes out.

ymmv but that's how I've always done it.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #meta analysis

[floofsselfshipblog]

What song lyrics do you most associate with Nico and Walker? Why does it fit them?

[Slams their playlist down onto the table] IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED-

I associate- 4 songs with them so far, so imma go over the lyrics from those that fit them most

For Forever - Dear Evan Hansen

“An open field that’s filled with trees/We pick a spot and shoot the breeze/Like buddies do”

“Telling jokes no one understands/Except us two/And we talk and take in the view”

Our nature boys, a majority of the fic ideas I have is just them being friends while exploring the woods TwT

“He looks around and says to me/‘There’s nowhere else I’d rather be’/And I say ‘Me too’”

Walker and Nico are each other’s first- true friends. Aside from romantic interest, they care a lot about each other and can’t see their lives without the other

“And there he goes/Racing towards the tallest tree/From far across a yellow field I hear him calling,/‘Follow me!’”

Climbing a tall tree is just very in character for them and I’d absolutely write them doing this

“I look around/And see he’s come to get me/He’s come to get me/And everything’s okay”

Walker isn’t used to having someone- be concerned for him. So knowing Nico would get him if he was hurt, makes him think everything will be okay. Even if the situation is terrible

Stupid With Love - Mean Girls: The Musical

“When I was five, I fell in love/It didn't last”

Walker had bad friendship luck…so his love luck is about the same

“I memorized a lot of pi/Because additions and subtractions and division/Would never make me feel/So stupid with love”

Speaks for itself- Walker’s whole thing is that he doesn’t get people, but he gets science. Science doesn’t make him feel like he’s doing something wrong, since it’s all apart of the process to mess up

“So thank you, math, for being there/To bring me joy/And thank you, math/‘Cause now brought me this cute boy!”

Walker’s mathematics skills are…kinda to thank for him meeting Nico. Like calculating angles won him the pool game, and impressed Nico

“Stupid with love/But I can get it/Watch this girl self-educate/I learned math so I can learn love”

Walker is sure as hell gonna learn about love and people for Nico- even though Nico probably has to research it himself as well TwT

Sunflower - Rex Orange County

Ayyy one of your suggestions-

“I don't wanna see you cry/You don't have to feel this emptiness”

Nico wants to comfort Walker- he doesn’t fully know why he’s here, but he knows it isn’t good so he’s gonna make him feel like he belongs

“I promise I'm the one for you/Just let me hold you in these arms tonight/I'm lucky to be me and you can see it in my face/Back when I fucked my shit up too many times/Why would I let myself get down in the first place”

I wanna write Nico’s view of Walker so badly and this- this is it! He cares about this snowball of anxiety and doesn’t wanna fuck it up

“And so she sat me down and told me that I didn't have to cry/Said I didn't need to get down and feel empty inside/And told me that she'll love me for as long as she's alive”

👏 MUTUAL 👏 COMFORT 👏

Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

“Use the sleeves of my sweater/Lets have an adventure/Head in the clouds but my gravity centered”

I feel like this fits both of them fairly well- ambitious for adventure and exploring, so much it seems they have their heads in the clouds- but their goal is in mind

“Inside this place is warm/Outside it starts to pour”

They find comfort in each other. They’re each other’s happy place for the shit they deal with

A lot shorter than the others, but I had fun! Thanks a lot bud ^^

#self ship #self shipping #lackadaisy #oc x canon #nicodeme savoy #walker brightman #❄️snow in the south🐊

[burnwater13]

Grogu agreed with Bo-Katan. Mandalorians are stronger… wait a minute. 

Knock, knock. Knock, knock. 

Hello. Grogu here. I just wanted to break the fourth wall for a minute and say, what the heck! I’ve told you stories about Bo-Katan a bunch of times and frankly, I don’t have anything else to tell you. I’m done. Finished. Out of insights. The best I can say right now, is you know as much about her as I do, unless I give you a bunch of spoilers and frankly, there are a lot of people who would be very peeved with me if I did that. So I won’t. 

Now, since it’s just the two of us chatting, I’m going to add a couple of other important bits and pieces of knowledge to your understanding of how things work. First and foremost, I am not called Baby Yoda. Sorry. Nope. Uh ah. The name is Grogu. Not kid, buddy, Mac, womp rat, or padawan. Grogu. It’s a simple name. If you had to say it in my language, well, it still sounds like Grogu. Easy peasy. Thank you.

Second, I don’t know if I was hatched, born, budded, sprouted, or any of a thousand other ways a person ends up being a person. I’ve heard a lot of theories and I don’t know the answer. I will not be checking in with Master Yoda’s Force ghost (or whatever you call it) to find out more on that either. It’s a mystery. Mysteries are fun.  If Jon wants to do that, he can do that. 

Third, as much as I like having all those dads when I’m on set, I only have one for real. He is called Din Djarin. He has brown eyes and a scruffy beard and a very handsome nose. That’s right. The few people who have ever seen my dad’s face say he has a lovely nose. It’s a lot bigger than mine but then he’s a lot bigger than me too. Just so you know. 

Now that we’ve covered that kind of stuff, I just want to say, I really appreciate you hanging out with me, day in and day out, reading the stories, laughing (I hope), and commenting if you have a chance. And for the two people who send me corrections for typos, I see you and I really appreciate it. I just wish there was an edit button everywhere. Maybe, one day. 

Anyway, I’ve been asked a couple of questions pretty routinely and I thought now would be a good time and place to answer them.  Since I have your attention. 

Yes, I do my own stunts. Some of the time. I’ve got a great team and that includes body doubles, stunt coordinators and of course a couple of other stunt performers. The folks who work with me on that stuff are great and I know you love them as much as I do. Maybe more, since they don’t attach little wands to your arms to make sure you don’t accidentally use the Force. They go to a lot of trouble to set up the sequences and none of us want it to fall flat (no pun intended). 

I am not very tall. In fact, I don’t even reach my dad’s knee cap yet. Sometimes when there isn’t a good visual reference I look bigger than I am. Frankly, I kind of like that. But, the reality is I’m about a 0.34 meters in height. I’ve grown a bit since the series first started airing, but that only added a couple of centimeters to my height. That’s a lot for me, but you might not notice it. 

Contrary to what some of you may have read on internet posts, I do not eat everything and my body is not all stomach.  I just like to eat my food fresh. And I do need a lot of food to keep up my energy levels. It’s not easy being the smallest person on set and no one has figured out how to get me a bicycle that I can ride from point A to point B. Dank Farrik! 

Oh, yeah, if you’re wondering why I am not cooing and babbling, and all that, well, this is being translated by my assistant. They understand my language and I am really glad of that. Just because you don’t know what coo, coo, chirp, patuuuu means, doesn’t mean it’s baby talk. Don’t listen to Jon. He doesn’t understand it either. I’m just glad someone does. 

Ummm, yes, Peli Motto is just as much fun as she seems to be. She’s cracking jokes about a thousand times a minute and most us can’t keep up with her, but that’s part of her charm. If you don’t understand them all, that’s okay. None of us do, but she still has pretty, bouncy, hair and that is also part of her charm. 

Don’t mess with Fennec. Just don’t. Really. She will get even. I did not mean to drop a frog into her iced tea. I didn’t. I was distracted by a question from one of the ADs and next thing I know the frog I was about to eat was in that glass and whoo boy, was Fennec not happy about that. But she didn’t say anything right away. Nope. She smiled, laughed, and asked politely for a new one. The next day I found that frog in my bed. On my pillow. If you get my drift. Do not upset her. 

Daimyo Fett is really great and tells so many jokes. They don’t end up in the show very often, but let me assure you that when a person survives a sarlacc pit they have a lot of jokes to tell you and you should listen to them all. Hilarious. 

I think the cast and crew are brilliant and they treat me really well and I love them all. Well, except for that one assistant to the assistant to the assistant to the episode’s director. They know who they are. I don’t share those frogs. Not with anyone. They are hard to come by and I need all the vitamins and minerals in them to stay healthy. I don’t care who made that bet (looking at you Pedro), and I don’t care if you won (you didn’t), but leave my frogs alone or you will be finding gorgs in your bed and they won’t be resting peacefully.

Okay. That’s it. Whoo. Glad I got that out of my system. I hope you enjoy the vid of the very lovely Katee. She’s a lot of fun and is one of my favorite humans. This is the Way (through the fourth wall). 

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #fourth wall

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Blah Blah Woof Woof

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

As we prepare to start watching:

Wench: “Okay, count at will!” Jezebel: “3 2 1 go” Wench’s video: *freezes* Wench: Wait! Jezebel: … Un-go

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Ah chess

Jezebel’s video: *freezes*Wench: DAMMIT

[Poor Logan… Doesn't he know?  "Always let the [transgenic] win"  Well, I guess it's the opposite; he wants her to let him win... but oh well]

“See ya”

[The music tho]

What ya doing Lintlicker

Le gasp

Oooof, a gun.  He crazy

Buddy you don’t dismiss everyone

Pervo ☠️☠️☠️

Ooooof close call

Took you long enough to see it  [Okay, I'm sorry, but it's not that good a photo]  

[I love these three. OC, Herbal, and Sketchy are my adored.  I also love Normal anthropomorphizing the packages :)]

Ahhh another intense episode

Oh noooo!  Intense for more than just Max

Ok I’m sorry maybe it’s just me but the doctor said this very weird  [Is true.]  Like at first his tone was you may need to do it.  Then it swapped to ehhh you don’t wanna do it.  [Tis true.  Also, Logan looking at him like, "Bud, you're not convincing me not to do surgery" is kinda funny]

Uh oh busted

[OH SHIT OH FUCK Max’s line about “Look how thin she is; can you say eating disorder?” is so horrible given what I've heard about Alba’s time on set.]

The thing I don’t get. These kids escaped… what does he think is gonna happen if he catches them after all this time… they are just gonna be like. Oooop ya got me! Now I’ll work for you again  [Yeah.  Don’t forget, you haven’t met PsyOps yet]  True

[Poor Normal, acting all hurt and slighted… "She didn't come back from her morning run; imagine that. I had some high hopes for you, pal, but you just turned out to be like all the rest, didn’t you? Just a great, big, fat goose egg." cough cough, you didn’t come back and that hurt my feelings :((((]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  Looool true  [Am I wrong?  That's the vibe it's got.]  Not at all lol it really is

[Zach continues to annoy me, just btw]  OC gonnn fuck him up  [She should!!!]

Zogan pt 2  [I'm telling you; Lach]  Bruh.  Turn my brain off.  Turn it off.  I don’t wanna be here.  These aren’t the fics that Anon was asking for.

HOW IS HE DRIVING

Oh wait it actually shows the mechanisms this time… Run him over!

But also, I feel like he wouldn’t be such a natural at a handicap vehicle.  Like, just have the trainer drive.

[Normal has a bad habit of doing what he thinks is right and it not being right, btw] ☠️☠️☠️

Normal.  My Buddy.  You got lipgloss on.  [WAIT WHAT?!  PAUSE.  We'll do the midpoint reaction early; I gotta check]  Ok lol  [oh my god he does.  OH MY GOD HE DOES.  YOU'RE NOT WRONG!!!]  😂😂😂

Ooooooo imma slap a Zach

Oh, speak of the devil (Max) and she shall appear

All these people shooting at her and all of them missing; she’s not even dodging?!?!  They’re like Stormtroopers!

– – – 

Midpoint reaction: (note: from here on out — on both this episode and the next, maybe on some others too, though they’ll be labelled if so — this reaction was done on a voice call.  The conversation has been assembled after the episode as well as we could, but it’s not word-for-word!)

Jezebel: This episode’s another intense one, and very nerve-wracking, but not a lot’s really happened in this one?

Wench: I KNOW.  Like, this is really intense, but also, somehow, really slow, and, come on, writers, are you ever going to advance the plot???

Jezebel: All I’ve got right now is Lach, and I don’t want it, but it’s there.  Like, that last exchange felt like a Max/Logan scene, but they swapped Max out for Zach

Wench: EXACTLY.  And that exchange about the window being open?  Literally a parallel to the pilot.  I think that line was an exact callback, in fact, though I haven’t checked to confirm for sure.

Jezebel: Normal’s got a decently big part in this episode…

Wench: Comments for Normal Anon?

Jezebel: He’s mighty shiny lol

Wench: And favorite characters at this point?

Jezebel:  Kinda hard to say.  Before I started watching NCIS again, I was like meh: Logan was just there.  But now that I’m back hyperfixating on the show again, I love Logan even though there’s no reason to.  OC is up there, then Herbal, just because I like their bits.  And I hate that I don’t like Max because Jessica Alba is hot.

Wench: (re. OC/Herbal et al) I feel so bad for not liking/rewatching season 1 much because I’m coming to the conclusion that I really love the Jam Pony scenes.

Jezebel: Right?!?!  I loved scenes like the last episode's

Wench: Normal did not deserve that!!!

Jezebel: He really didn’t!  He’s… I’m trying to come up with a comparable character, and it’s not much working.  He’s not “I can’t stand him; he’s so horrible.”  He’s not even that bad.  He’s just a bit annoying sometimes.  But I like him at other times.  Maybe Hotch?  I would say gibbs but I know you have strong feelings against him ☠️☠️☠️  Maybe the Gibbs gibbs is supposed to be?  He’s complex! Cause normal is an ass… but not an asshole. There’s a difference ☠️  And I don’t recall another character being that dorky kinda loveable but assish too.

Wench: Yeah, that makes sense!  And I think you’re gonna get more insight into him next episode, which is why I said wait until then for the Normal Bingo.

Jezebel: Ah, I see!

Wench: Any other comments before we go on?

Jezebel: Just this, and you should put it in bold and italics or something in the reaction… THIS ONE WAS VERY SLOW

Wench: All-caps and bold it is :) 

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He looks like William Shatner from Star Trek

[btw, it bears mentioning that Max is already acting suspiciously, to the point that everyone at her workplace, aside from OC and kinda Herbal, thinks she might be the murderer the Wanted posters are looking for.  She’s suspicious even before the whole transgenic scare in season 2, so, once again, why does OC try to unite everyone behind her???]

“Are you not a man- *pause* -to be taken lightly?”

“Uh...mmm...Yeah. I mean, no. Uh...uh, yeah, I most certainly am...not.”  Not a man, huh?  I see.

[Why are the car scenes with Zach, Logan, and Max so awkwarddddd (I say as if I don’t know)]

Did she say “it’s sad”?  [I think so].  Who just says “it’s sad?!?”

[SKETCHY HAVING A NORMAL-APPRECIATION MOMENT]

Poor Sketchy [His hair just looks so disheveled]

“Blah blah woof woof”  Wot?  [No clue!!  She said that earlier and I still have no clue what it means]  I’m gonna have to use that.  Well, look it up and then use it

[MAX AND LOGAN JUST KISSED??? I FORGOT THAT]

This is such a “oh, my woman just left.  Of course it’s gonna rain; I’m gonna go sit at the window” moment.  Didn’t he do that when the ex-wife left?  [Yup alksdjf]  He’s very Bella-Swan-coded.  [You’re right!!!]

The rain is making it look like he’s crying and that’s making it even sadder

[SHE’S DOING IT TOO. Little did we realize they’re both Bella Swan]

[He held onto that glass — and her hand around that glass — a bit too long]. This whole scene, like, screams “well, we aren’t really blood siblings”

You were twelve.

[This scene is so concernin-  *Zach brushes Max’s hair behind her ear* I’M SORRY?!?!  “SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED” WHO?!!?]

I love how Normal's actor realized he’d messed up his hair by brushing his hand through it, so he fixed it first

The guy in lock-up be like “Hey, I like your lipgloss” to Normal

Uh oh, something’s wrong.  What’s trainer see?  “Oh my god he’s dead”?

OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD

Did she just get a sixth sense or something?  [Apparently!!!]  There’s something not right with the force.  (Be funny if Zach looked up, too, though)

He ded

Logan didn’t really collapse; he just laid down on a table [this is only the first of two times minimum he does that this series]

[btw, there’s no way she didn’t just break her leg with that physics]

Oh, no, not again  [what is that prolonged eye contact between Max and Zach, too?!]

Oh, my god, that’s right where I passed out; this is why I can’t be a doctor.  Blood would shoot out at me and they’d be like, welp, doctor’s down

[I repeat, that photo does not even look like her]

What operating rooms are right there where you can see them from the waiting room?

I thought that was Logan; I was like, he’s cured!

[What is this doctor-patient confidentiality???  I didn’t realize all you had to do to bypass HIPAA was pull puppy-dog eyes and repeat, “Is he dying?”]  It’s ‘cause she’s pretty

“Yeah, no problem, stranger that I don’t know knows this patient; you can stay here all alone”

*Max begins a blood transfusion*  This is why you don’t just leave random people alone with patients

When Logan gets up, he needs to be like, so you care now?

HOW LONG HAVE THEY LEFT HER WITH HIM

[Wait, it’s that red balloon again alksdjf]

You couldn’t even dream him walking?

Needs to say “Bitch, I can’t walk”

He actually said it

Oh, and again: “If I can’t walk, I can’t dance”

I wonder if you donate organs, this happens.  That’d be weird

You gotta love when the writers are like, this is gonna be so sweet and cute and the best scene ever and it’s just… not.  [You’re not wrong]  Like, this is cute enough and all, but it’s also really weird

And it’s also gonna give some poor person with epilepsy a seizure

And that’s the end of the series; they die together

[They just put a blood-deprived person in general lock-up; how is she still standing?!]  Exactly!  And they didn’t even give her a bandaid; they just pulled out the needle.  And I’ve been to the hospital and gotten an IV, and they pulled out the needle, and blood went everywhere.  It’s like the scene in SPN where Dean broke his leg and then pulled out the IV and there was just nothing.  I’m like, this is a show about hunting supernatural creatures, but this is the unrealistic bit.  [This is the most unrealistic thing in this show, and the brothers fight god with a gun.]

Well, dang, they got Zach too

[I’m sorry, but that was such a teen movie way of leaving.  “Oh, I’m just gonna… toss my hair… and then jump over this wall.”]

Who licks their glasses arm like that?  Like, it’s one thing to chew on it, but Lintlicker, like… licked it

[Poor Sketchy’s still struggling.  And Normal looks beat.  But I like his jacket, btw]

[They let the stranger back in]  They were like, well, ya know what, she did a good thing; she saved him

[“He cares about you.  And I don’t mean just like a brother.”  DAMN IT STARTED THIS EARLY?]

And back to denying it.  Like, come on, you shared a blood dream.  [I can’t believe that even happened]

Right back to solving one problem and bringing up another one.

[Nasally monologue returns]  And so does her talking in circles!

— — — 

Jezebel: Well, in the second half, a lot happened!  They were like, we ain’t gonna put much in the first half because we’re gonna have to try and kill you in the second half.  Also, there’s like a ship… not unlocked, but it’s there.  They don’t want it to be there --- I don't want it to be there --- but it’s there.  Uh… I actually didn’t hate Max this episode.  Or even not-like her

Wench: I know!!! Though, admittedly, for an episode about Max, she was only in, like, three scenes

Jezebel: They could have made him collapsing a bit more dramatic, to be honest.  Like, sprawled out on the floor.  Or in his chair, still by the window.

Wench: I KNOW.  Like, I fell asleep over my homework all the time in high school/college, so he could just have been asleep; that was much less dramatic than it could/should have been.

Jezebel: And… the dream.  I’m gonna keep coming back to it.  If I had one final thought at the end of this episode, it was pinned back at that dream.  That was so weird.  But I think that’s a wrap, so.  Yeah!

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Wench post-script during tagging; Kendra hasn’t been in, like, three episodes… I wonder if she’s off for good.  I know she leaves before s2, but I didn’t expect it this early!  I guess we’ll see as the episodes continue

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e08 #blah blah woof woof #max guevara #logan cale #original cindy #sketchy #herbal thought #jezebel (pr)

[budddywells]

Full Name: Buddy August Wells.

Nicknames: B, Bud, The BAWS (that one's self-given and he's the only one who thinks it's funny).

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birthday: August 2nd, 1996.

Birth place: Seattle, Washington.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Swindelbrook Apartments.

Occupation: Dog-walker / stripper.

Family: 3 older sisters, 1 older brother.

triggers for bio: cancer tw, death tw, emotional neglect tw

QUICK OVERVIEW:

Like most newborns, Buddy came into the world nameless. However, that namelessness stretched on for days and weeks after he was brought home from the hospital. The last born (and least wanted, if you asked him) of five, he was another pull on his already stretched-too-thin parents.

He was just Buddy while his mom and dad cycled through and trialed a variety of names, some lasting hours, the longest being 2 days (Matthew). When they couldn't settle on one, Buddy just stuck.

The lack of effort directed to something as important as his name was something Buddy felt his whole life. His oldest sibling had already moved on to starting her own life by the time he came along, and his parents hadn't mastered how to make their passion for changing the problems around them work in tandem with raising their children. Feeling adrift became the norm for him.

Despite feeling somewhat disconnected from the family unit around him, Buddy found it easy to form his own connections outside of the home -- he slotted in easily in most social circles in school, which continued into his teens and adulthood.

Always cared a lot about being a good friend, even when he wasn't always a good person.

Dated around in high school and his early twenties, the whole concept of settling down freaks him out some so he tends to cut ties before things get too far.

Has had 2 serious relationships in his life, one of which ended just over a year ago.

Skipped going to college despite having offers, and instead found himself in an entry level job at twenty-two in Seattle Bank.

Intended to make something of a career out of it and stuck it out, until he ended up getting fired a year and a half ago for a series of unapproved absences.

Those absences were a direct consequence of his father's illness. When August Wells was diagnosed with cancer, the only people he told were his wife and his youngest son, making the pair of them promise to not tell anyone else in the family.

The responsibility was one he didn't know how to shoulder, though he tried his best. He never missed taking him to an appointment or to treatment, and even in his final days he still couldn't bring himself to pick up the phone and ask his siblings for help.

Took his father's death incredibly hard. That and his recent unemployment sent his life freefalling.

Tried out a number of different minimum wage jobs, until he found dogwalking was the only schedule he could keep to due to it being one he made himself.

Stripping, on the other hand, fell into his lap -- ba dum tsh -- thanks to a combination of too much time at the gym to clear his head and a lack of inhibitions. Does some work at a strip club called The Doghouse, but mostly makes his money on hired events like bachelorette parties and birthdays.

PERSONALITY.

+ sociable, funny, loyal.

- insular, apathetic, distant.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

Calls the dogs that he walks Buddy's buddies. Has an instagram page for it that's just snaps he takes when he has them out. It's moderately popular due to how cute the dogs are.

Volunteers helping look after guide dogs in training. He thinks they're dope, and it's one of the few consistencies in his life currently.

Will not answer to the name Magic Mike.

Buddy walking dogs is just the energy of this pic.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

younger brother of @delilahcarreno

former brother-in-law of @rafacarreno

uncle of @sadiecarreno

former childhood best friend of / one time hookup / it's all a fucking mess of @murphyaltman

tinder ghostee of @samiduwhan

close friend of / dog walker of / big question mark who's very fond of making out with @estestrauss

former high school hook-up / close friend of @thaddtilly

doghouse donation dumbass of / casual fwb of @zerolawrence

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

A childhood best friend!! Gimme that lifelong ride or die. Can be plotted in depth.

His 2 exes that were serious. Can also be plotted in depth, very much open to one or both ended badly. All the vibes!

People he's stripped for. Make it rain fr.

People who's dogs he walks. Give Buddy his buddies. 🐶

Someone he was close to and then cold cut out after his dad's death. Hella potential for angst. Maybe a little Banshees of Inisherin inspired given they wouldn't have known why he turned on them so suddenly.

Open to him having a roommate if your muse is based in Swindelbrook also!

Someone (or someones?) who's relationship he was part of ruining. Buddy doesn't care much about the relationship status of folks he goes home with. He's just a lil messy like that.

His older brother and his other 2 older sisters. I'm not above begging.

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his earlie twenties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / significant other of someone that cheated on them with him.

#intro. #sewa.intro #cancer tw #death tw #emotional neglect tw

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The Mastermind & the Protector

How I get along with ISFJs as an INTJ

Space Cadet. That’s what you call me. And if I remember correctly, it’s because I’m spacey. I didn’t know what ‘spacey’ meant at first, but I figure it’s how I seem to be living in my own world up in the clouds. Well, in space. Fair. A lot of that space is empty too, I honestly don’t know what’s going on in my head. It does feel like there’s a lot going on though. I’m like Homer Simpson thinking of a monkey playing cymbals. Except the monkey isn’t doing anything, and I’m not doing any thinking… I guess Homer and I have a lot in common, come to think of it. There’s background music though, techno and anime BGM as you might guess.

‘Cadet’ though. Yes, I like that. A young budding military on duty adhering to an order he believes in. In uniform too. Bet I look hot in it. Holding myself to a high standard (whatever that means but everyone admires it). Acquiring a very particular sets of skills. Skills that make me a badass and respected across the land. I wield three swords. I don’t sleep, I wait. I am a space cadet and the next Hokage. You best believe it.

As I googled ‘Space cadet’ for writing this blog, I very recently learned that it’s a derogatory slang for one who deals with reality in a way consistent with being under the influence of (or “spaced out on”) drugs. One who forgets, daydreams, or otherwise is distracted from reality more often than most. Damn, did you know that? Wait — have you known that?? Were you ever gonna tell me?? You think I’m a flaky, lightheaded, forgetful person?? So I’m not a hot future Hokage with very particular sets of skills? All of that time together, I sat by you when you wanted company during your alone time. I listened to you blabbering on about work and family drama. I kept in all the dirt you’ve been so proud of digging out of others. I pretended to be friends with people you sent me out to get a read on. We were the dynamic duo. We were the best friends sitting in jail saying “Damn that was fun.” Fucking space cadet??

You know what? I don’t need you. I don’t even realize when you’re around. I tune out when you gossip about whatever I don’t give a shit. I keep dirty secrets because I know I’ll forget them. Don’t care! And those people are actually cool, okay. That’s how I get free blunts. Our relationship isn’t real. It never was, nothing is. Existence is arbitrary. Time is a circle. We survive and reproduce to keep the show going. The show that is consciousness reflecting itself through us as separate beings. Why would it emerge into lowly meat bags like us? It‘s caused nothing but loneliness and suffering. I don’t know, dude. I don’t know what makes you think I’m a space cadet.

Meh. Forget all I said. You know we’re still buddies.

I’m just so used to you telling it like it is. Like that’s cool, it’s great. Sometimes, you’re funny with it. Sometimes, it’s like doomsday is coming. Even then, you still make it sound kinda funny. There’s that mix of dry and observational sarcasm that only you and a number of other ISFJs know how to artfully slide into the conversation. It soothes me, it’s listenable. No matter how brutally honest, you’re not forcing it down my throat. You’re not trying hard to make a point. Truth just is, it’s not there to hurt anyone. Water’s wet and fire burns. If someone has a problem with that, they can’t be helped. Like I’m not gonna fight it. I know I’m spacey, so what?

That’s the thing that’s wrongfully misunderstood by the MBTI community. They think of you as this people-pleasing Mom carrying a tray of cupcakes who gets stepped on for the sake of harmony. That’s false. From what I’ve seen when things get *disharmonious*, when someone is throwing a tantrum or crying a river, you get the hell out of the way! Can’t get stepped on if you’re not in the way! Peace and harmony? More like peace the fuck out. In fact, you’re pretty good at not being part of any problem. Many times you end up standing next to me, enjoying the circus that’s happening with some buttery popcorn.

Things can get really spicy and emotional, and you don’t get caught up in it. Of course you’d help if the situation really matters. That’s just being a decent person. When you give advice, you don’t beat around the bush. A lot of the time, it’s just common sense. That can be such a weird concept to many, but you actually have a good idea of it. You’re a truth bearer setting people free, in theory. Again in theory, truth in itself doesn’t hurt anyone. What matters is how it’s interpreted. It’s how it reflects on the human beings involved. It’s how the information is received, and how people follow through with it. And I believe out of all the types, ISFJs are the best at delivering the message.

Maybe you picked up on this, so you’re tailoring your communications with me. It’s gotta be thanks to my laidback and no-nonsense personality, you get to drop that Fe veil down and talk straight with me. I don’t know, I’ll just take the credit. And you get to give your honest opinion about my shenanigans without repercussions. Yes, that porn stache never looked good, nor were any of my hairstyles. I don’t care. Getting a raw reaction from you made it all worth it. I’m at peace with you thinking that whatever I do is a bad idea. And with Extraverted Intuition-Extraverted Feeling, you’ve looked at how things turned out for others. So that critique of yours might be valid… and I’m gonna try to disprove you anyway. Between us, we know it’s all shits and giggles.

Sometimes brutal honesty is needed, sometimes diplomacy is. Sometimes it’s just not worth it, and best to let the world burn. Whichever way is most beneficial in the long run depends on the context. I know you’ll do your hardest to be as sincere as you can, unlike some folks who get off from delivering the brutality and not the honesty. Many times over we’ve made poor decisions because we jumped to conclusions missing critical information. You have the panoramic view to properly assess the full situation. What are the factors and who are the characters? How does this situation fit in the grand scheme of things? What are the ripple effects of these actions? What can be done for the betterment of the community? We’re messy conscious beings. We end up in messy spots. Your worldly curiosity gives you the power to help.

NeFe is what fuels that curiosity. Our lives are intertwined in this reality tapestry, and you like seeing where each of our threads came from and where they’re heading to. You want to see how this whole mesh looks like, its colors, structures, and material. You observe all of this from afar. Like literally physically taking a step back, standing in the far corner to see the whole thing without your shadow in the way. You want to see how it could all be better fabricated, how its kinks could be ironed out, and how you could be part of influencing the making of it.

"My mode as a writer is to layer different perspectives: the scientific, the philosophical, the political, the journalistic. When you layer them you get a really wholesome, interesting picture." - Michael Pollan

This mess that is society, in my opinion, is a circus. It’s a playground where I was given one chance to play. I’m promised a big prize at the end after I go on these adventures experiencing all that this playground has to offer. So yes, I too observe that same mesh standing at the far corner. We share the same view. We’re both in the shadows ninja-lurking and scanning what’s going on out there. It’s how we know what’s common sense. We join various subreddits, pick up random interests, build a network. For myself, I’d like to have an idea of how to navigate myself around. With Introverted Intuition-Introverted Feeling, I see myself as one of those threads. I foresee where they go, so I can choose one I like.

I’m the main character in my own a video game where I get to choose to do side quests. Being an INTJ makes me an introvert that FOMOs. “Why FOMO in the first place? Look at you. Every month you come with a new bruise, a band aid, or a gauze pad. How are you not dead yet?” I recall you asking. I’m a lone wolf on his hero’s journey. When it comes to people, I just want to know if they wanna tag along on my journey. At best, they become part of my pirate crew. At worst, respectfully, we don’t have to waste our time. It’s just potential drama I don’t need, ya know?

Well, no. You don’t know. You live for the damn drama. You’re always eavesdropping in conservations! Basking in the juicy dirt. Secretly wishing the beef escalates. You just love being in the know; bonus point if nobody knows you are. To you, life is like trashy TV. Literally Reality TV, it’s more than guilty pleasure. Yeah, about that whole curiosity thing and the power to help society I mentioned above…I’m not kidding. You wanna stay current with Internet beefs, and the latest on so-and-so just so you can be a step ahead of them.

It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, especially in the office. Word gets around, so I should appreciate that you’re willing to spill the beans to me. So thank you for filling me in. I’ll be honest though, most rumors you’ve shared to me I’ve barely paid attention. I don’t care much about being in the know, except that it gets me on my moral high horse. I’m too good for it. No way I’m not gonna stoop down to the same level as those people. Especially Karen. I’ll tell ya what, that bitch had it coming.

OK fine. Not all of you are into gossip. There’s an infinite variety of ways you like to spend your time, most of them are things anyone can easily pick up, are logistically feasible, and doesn’t require insane dedication. It’s funny that the community calls you boring, when I’m kinda thinking you’re actually the one that gets bored easily. It’s not FOMO. We’re not doing anything life changing (or threatening) here. It’s whatever enables you to, uhh, unpretentiously nerd and geek out. Be it playing video games, building crafts, etymology, cooking, music, psychology, read books and comics, the history of bread, the list goes on. That includes vibing with friends, spotting plot holes, and laugh at ironies. If I can try to encapsulate who you are, you’re someone who understands life isn’t simple, yet low-key follows a cheesy basic mantra.

That kind of approach makes you really good at giving life advice. You listen first and know how to mediate. You’re like a social engineer or a casual psychoanalyzer. You’re objective and look out for the big picture. These are your gifts. You find what makes sense out of the nonsense. Real magic is discovering how the magic trick is done. Introverted Sensing-Introverted Thinking breaks problems down to the fundamentals and offers suggestions. It examines the situation from square one and excavates out until it finds how things started turning sour. It checks how things add up and come together. You analyze it all down to the nuts and bolts to develop comprehensive longterm solutions before anyone realizes there’s a problem.

Everyone carries their own beliefs and perceptions, but we can’t get anywhere if we can’t all agree. As an introvert, you’re not gonna waste your time arguing with people. Instead, you’re building a perspective objectively weighing all the factors. Complex problems require complex solutions. That’s why it takes a lot of thought, and why it’s best to look at problems from afar. The processes, systems, and people involved all deserve thorough fair considerations if we want to really fix things. We need crystal clear understanding of what’s going on before we risk making things worse. It takes time to craft up something helpful. It takes time to verbalize your thoughts effectively. We can applaud those who face issues head on. It’s honorable, but there’s a high risk of cloudy judgement and regress, getting caught up in the moment and lose the big picture.

"Basketball’s so much like life: if something’s going great, you wait a minute, it will change. If something’s going bad, you wait a minute, it will change. So I try to play things on such an even keel, knowing that things are going to change. You take the good with the bad; you don’t get too excited, you don’t get too down and sometimes that’s the hardest thing in the world to do when you’re in the midst of it, but that’s the best way to handle it." - Tim Duncan

All that’s wrong about the ISFJ stereotypes stems from bad understanding of the cognitive functions. Much of the MBTI community project their bad traits onto other types. Also, it doesn’t take many brain cells to figure that personality tests and type descriptions are flawed and incomplete. We can allow to have mental tendencies for efficiency, but we’re more than just one type. We’re complete human beings. Living is a whole brained activity. We can configure our brains to process information through a variety of cognitions which we see most situationally fit — some of us are better at it. Maturity, intelligence, and upbringing matter much more in defining who we are than type.

Let’s say we’re purely our types as INTJ and ISFJ, for simplicity’s sake. We would barely have any overlap in our thought processes since we don’t share any cognitive functions. In other words, our awareness live in very different parts in our brains. We would look at the same thing but interpret it very differently. While there are thousands of thoughts flying across our brains at once, we just can’t be aware of everything in it. To be conscious of all of them takes a high level of mindfulness and meditation. And ain’t nobody got time for that, we’re trying to survive here. We need to respond against danger quickly. We rely on what’s familiar and instinctually act on whatever pops in our minds. And that’s on top of what taints our perceptions such as our personal experiences, hardwired beliefs, cognitive biases, repressed subconscious, and internalized trauma.

We’re in a whole type grip, not just some inferior function grip. The truth is we’re sensors, intuitives, feelers, and thinkers all at once. There’s an infinite combination of ways to experience reality as it’s happening right here and now that our little brains cannot handle. Simplifying reality efficiently, not accurately, has been our surviving strategy as a species. We have evolutionarily developed heuristics and mental habits. For many generations our ancestors have managed to survive relying on certain cognitions that have worked for them. We’ve inherited these and through our own personal growth and neuroplasticity, we’ve developed our own thinking patterns. My cognition happens to most closely resemble that of the INTJ; and ISFJ for yours. We’re just evolutionary products of our environment.

We live in our own simulation. We couldn’t agree what color that dress was, and we fought each other over it! A trigger warning would’ve been appreciated for how that damn picture got us down to our survival instincts. Well at least that’s my take for why some of us take our personality type so seriously. We’ve suffered too much to have our reality questioned. Validating them helps us cope. We want our warped sense of reality to mean something. What we see has to be real. Treating our cognitive functions like they’re superpowers (just to get by) makes us feel a little special. And if we have to, we do a lot of mental gymnastics like calling ourselves rare, misunderstood, and shit on other types.

Equating Introverted Sensing with memory, routine, and nostalgia is too simplistic. At the dominant function, Si is much more dynamic. It’s a high fidelity microscope that looks at the underlying elements to piece together a big picture. Gotta get the basics down to be able to do complex fancy things. Gotta learn how to crawl before you run. Gotta sow the seed right for the tree to blossom. This is an attitude that welcomes growing experiences, opposite of being stuck with the old ways. Si is about developing and progressing. It may take some time especially about subjects you don’t know much about, but you don’t let things stagnate. You’d rather see how they unfold, constantly looking to reconcile with what you know. See what changed and what didn’t, form patterns that’ll fit future possibilities. Often times, you criticize how nonsensical traditions can be.

Think of memory as a recollection of information. It can be any kind of information. Logical, emotional, anecdotal, conceptual, anything. It’s data you need to look inward for. Our minds can only process what they know. Introverts particularly create internal experiences with those recollections, meaning forming new information out of old information. That’s imagination. It’s the product of memory. Introverted Sensing is detailed colorful 4K imagination that you get to experience and re-experience vividly. We have trillion dollar industries focusing on aesthetics because it directly correlates to creating fun experiences. Who doesn’t like fun? Fun truly is found right under your nose, well inside your head technically.

More technically, memory is a past experience that has become an abstract context influencing the present. Me having Introverted Intuition also means I value recalling my memory too. Like you, I look inward for past information. It’s just not detailed information, it’s not even in 240p. Imagine a beautiful Monet painting, but smudged to hell that all the colors blended into an ugly gray-brown that you can’t make anything out of it anymore. That’s me. That’s the explanation of my spaciness. Well I can adjust my antennas and tune my receiver to enjoy some clear pictures in my memories. But it’ll take a while and a lot of focus to filter out the noise. That’s how I introvert, being alone immersed in my head so I can listen and align my emotions at the right frequencies. My goal is to compose, using these frequencies, an internal harmonious symphony. I can scan a wide range, but I have my favorite presets. I may be “whatever” for a lot of things. But for the few things that matter, they matter a whole lot. And for the few things that I remember, I remember every detail. Otherwise for most of the time, the kind of memories I hold are themes, narratives, and trends. The thing is that they don’t change frequently nor vary drastically. There’s a few common nodes and presets that cover all possibilities. Like Christmas. Jesus has almond eyes in Korea and he’s dark skinned in Brazil. Japanese Santa Claus is just Colonel Sanders in a red fuzzy suit. They play “Let it snow” in tropical Singapore and in Australia where December 25th is the first week of summer. No matter where you are, some representation of a bearded old man in a red suit, a tree with white stuff on it, and “Let it snow” is all we need to present the idea of Christmas. And I predict that in 20 years, Christmas is gonna follow those same criteria. Minute details don’t matter. I reflect on my past days, and it all blends into ugly gray-brown. And it’ll be ugly gray-brown in the future. No matter what color tomorrow will bring, it’ll blend into ugly gray-brown. That’s the highly touted power of my Ni.

"This says… 'Bomb.' I don’t know if that is a noun, a verb, or an adjective describing my outfit." - Adrian Mallory, from Space Force

Ask me how my weekend was, I’d shoot out the thousand yard stare. Inside my head, I’m starring at an ugly gray-brown wall doing my best to answer how I feel about it. “Uhh, good.” I mean, I guess my weekend was alright. By then I’ve searched across the very edges of that wall. I’m too spent to evaluate what I want for lunch. Just surprise me. Am I hungry, you ask? Scanning my timeline of when where and how I was hungry and not hungry. Tallying up all of the data, I feel ugly gray-brown again. I do feel lucky that I spent more of my time full than famished. Biology says my body needs food in order to live. So after that round of thorough analysis, my cautious opinion on that matter is: “Uhh, sure.”

It’s shit like this that makes me value routine. I need routine! How did they come up that INTJs are allergic to boring routine? No, this is strategic! Routine is the product of efficiency. Routine is often the most straightforward and effective way to reach my goals. Routine becomes habit, giving me fewer decisions to make and more time in space. Get an INTJ out of their groove and see how irritated they get. I’m focused on something right now. I don’t want to think if I’m hungry, what to eat, and where to go. Just shove the damn calories in me. Get me what I got yesterday, like all the other days before. Killing my vibe, bro. Can’t you see you’re distracting me off my vibe here? I had the frequency and you made me lose it. All of my pairs of socks are black so that I don’t have to waste mental energy in matching them. Nobody’s gonna know, and neither will I. Seriously, who’s the boring one here?

When I get out of the house, it’s phone-wallet-keys. If something distracted me out of that sequence, I’ll forget something and won’t realize until after I walk out and lock the door. Everyday I make my coffee by pouring 60 grams of water heated at 85 degrees Celsius every 45 seconds. I set up my last burger bite where all the meat juice and melted cheese gather down at the toastiest edge piece. I feng shui my day-to-day so I can spend more time at peace with my ugly gray-brown state of mind. I’m just trying to get by and optimize my living experience like everyone else. Everyone has some kind of routine. We all need some sense of structure and control, so we can blissfully play in between. Peace is different for everybody. It’s built, not given. Who cares how boring or exciting that is. If someone doesn’t like how we do things, that’s on them.

The irony about being future-oriented is that my goal is to look forward of looking back. I hope to be gray reminiscing the good old days. I hope to have that moment where I genuinely feel that I did pretty good being a human. I hope to savor my last days imagining the ending credits scrolling up the names of those who influenced me, while playing highlight reels of my most badass moments. Where else will I look by the time I won’t have much to look forward to? I’m already doing this now! Yes I’m nostalgic, and it’s a privilege to be! They’re memories of times I’ll never get back. They’re shining moments in the midst of my ugly gray-brown world. That’s the root of my FOMO. I don’t want my life to look like a whole single uninspiring color. If it’s gonna have to be ugly gray-brown, then I want it to be a blend with millions of colors. I wanna make meaningful memories to tune back into and re-experience all the feels.

Extraverted Feeling is widely misunderstood as reacting to other people’s emotions, discarding the self for the group, and wielding that empathy superpower. Well, I’m highly sensitive of feelings around me. Locking eyes with someone is too invasive. I’m scared of running my own business because of what the Yelpers would say about me. I shut down or do my best to be invisible when I sense bad vibes. Culture and chemistry are important criteria for where I’d like to work. If the social environment is like a puzzle, my Fi is a piece trying to find its place in it. It can even change its form to better fit in. If you’re a social chameleon, I’m a shapeshifter. I figure what mold to model myself into. I’m not so sure about the whole sticking to my values thing. Like I don’t find it right as an American to be pushing my Western beliefs onto other people. When I travel, I pretend as if I actually lived there doing regular stuff. Don’t travel like a local, blend in and live like one. You bet I’d be paying attention to the local culture and traditions. Building my sense of identity is what draws me to the far corners of society and subcultures. It’s a curious case of studying my given existential space. I spend my whole existence trying to fit and thrive. So if I sense my presence isn’t welcomed, it hurts! That’s why I’m a champion for the misfits and misunderstood. Empathy to me is creating an internal experience that closely matches what others are going through using my emotional palette of a million colors. Having worldly knowledge and emotional intuition enables me to get into people’s shoes. That’s what it means for me to understand, by willing to get on the same frequency and share the suffering. I’m not a sociopath. Though sometimes, I can understand someone’s situation but I still don’t see why they’re being little bitches about it. And I can stretch my empathy to very imaginative levels. So if I still can’t emotionally meet where they are, it’s hard to be compassionate. They must be hiding something, they’re not being real with me.

"I prefer to win titles with the team ahead of individual awards or scoring more goals than anyone else. I’m more worried about being a good person than being the best football player in the world. When all this is over, what are you left with? When I retire, I hope I am remembered for being a decent guy." - Lionel Messi

That “F” in ISFJ is about managing social transactions like we’re in some sort of industrial complex of emotions. It’s about behavior governance, not just sensitivity to others’ feelings. It’s the actual moral compass pointing people at the direction of what’s right. Think of adhering to common decency, social contracts, and best practice standards. Or showing how we should treat each other fairly and respectfully, not kissing our little booboos. You too are free to call people out for being little bitches if they don’t meet those standards. It’s not like they’re that high anyway. But you can be really hard on yourselves for being the ones setting the example. Having this function doesn’t automatically make you a sweet guardian angel. You can judge harshly if someone’s being an asshole, and it might be projection if I were to call you out. Or you’re too jaded to even care, and have learned to laugh at the bullshit. Not much of an angel here. Nobody’s getting cookies.

To understand others, you don’t have to experience things for yourself like I do. You can figure it out using your head. Asking questions and tracing connections, formulating an elaborate schema with all that you know about humans. This can be a mix of scientific literature, street smarts, your own experience, and trash TV. Out of that spaghetti mess emerges great insights ready for anybody who wants to listen, I know I do. You know how someone is genuinely smart rather than trying to be smart? Like they take the time to observe and not allow emotions get the better of them. They have a high sense of self-awareness and are great at witty jokes. That’s how I look at you. Unlike that fake two-face stereotype, I find you refreshingly genuine. You understand there’s no silver bullet to life, and that we’re trying our best. You’re not being wishy washy, you’re just honest about not having clearcut solutions for complicated problems. I don’t sense you trying to be something else, you’re real with me. You’re the first to admit you’re not the most qualified. That helps me trust you. That and you being the more logical one out of us two.

That image of you always self-sacrificing for the sake of others is misconstrued too. Actually I find most ISFJs to be pretty self-preserving. Over extending yourself doesn’t add up when you tend to prioritize your own comfort. I get it, I had a Jesus phase too. Again, you just aim to be decent and not making situations bigger shit shows than they already are. Being logical means you don’t let your ego influence your thoughts. Everyone including you will be fairly considered. There’s nobody being put above or below others here. No judgement will be made until logic is sorted. Others follow a personal code. You follow a pragmatic philosophy. Like your own twist of the scientific method that involves memes and assigning nicknames to people you’ve never talked to. You figure what easy adjustments people can do to make their lives better. It’s always the small wins for you if I may add. Shooting for low effort, but making defining effects. Efficiency right?! Or productive laziness?

The point of everything I wrote here is to highlight that I fit the popular ISFJ stereotypes better than you do. Ask my friends, I’m an angel. My heart is so pure. I’m everyone’s big brother. Think a little more, and you can see how you possess some of those leet Mastermind INTJ traits. The ISFJs I know have their futures planned out. They’re in leadership strategizing and moving pawns around to improve chemistry and productivity. They’re big picture logical idealists who are ruthlessly authentic. There’s a lot we can relate here. I hope my described experience above resonates with you in some way. That under the pragmatic cerebral mind, there’s somebody who FOMOs wondering what little adventure they could embark on. We’re each other’s cool side of the pillow. In contrast, I think through about my FOMO ambitions to ensure I can realistically achieve them with practical means.

To answer how I get along with ISFJs as an INTJ, it’s tempting to say that it’s because we wholly compliment each other. And if we allow ourselves to see, we actually have a lot in common. When we realize we’re so much alike, it’s easy to see how you can be so candidly straightforward with me. And how I can be so open to you. We both can drop our respective veils and be our true selves together. We’re both grounded in our own ways. Plus we value the strengths we provide for each other. There’s a yin-yang thing going on. A playful back-and-forth of “be and let be”. The difference hinges on if we think first on our own interest or the community’s. These don’t have to be entrenched dichotomies. Sure a few of us won’t ever see eye to eye. But most of us are aware of our tendencies and strike a healthy balance. And the best of us can merge ourselves as individuals with the collective. We know how to unify both our logical and emotional thoughts, and enjoy both the content and context of our experiences.

I don’t believe I’ve reached that state of one-ness. All I can say is life has been a bitch. I’ve been beaten enough by it to the point I’m now appreciating it. And I feel lucky for it. Now at the age of 38, which puts me at midway realistically, I’m just glad to be at a place where I’ve done all that I’ve set out to do. Younger me would be proud of me, and I hope older me does too. For once I have no idea what future adventure is in store for me. And that’s OK. Actually that’s great. With all of the accomplishments I’ve accrued over the years, I don’t FOMO as much anymore. I’ve chilled out on being so future-oriented reaching my goals. I don’t have to be as much of an INTJ. Really I just stopped giving a shit, like how old people stopped giving a shit. That helped me end my suffering and being more honest with myself. I’m out of survival mode and am happily embracing my ISFJ side. Life’s gotta continue to tenderize my ass anyway. Best way to experience is to relax my butt cheeks and let it work those kinks. I’m looking forward to this stage of my journey. Maybe with this upgraded simulation, the best has yet to come.

Truth is just an agreed and accepted perception. When you think about how we’re trying to form it, it makes sense people would be so invested. It ties in deeply in how we view the world. If Extraverted Feeling was you adhering to social norms, Extraverted Thinking is me adhering to logical norms, or truths as best as we know them. So for me, relaxing my butt cheeks means I’ve learned to not be so anal about the truth. I was taught that Pluto was a planet. Somebody’s gonna disprove Einstein one day. Logical norms change, they progress. What makes sense now will be a mistake in the future. There’s no certainty, only data models and perspectives. That’s how I started to see logic as a means of building one new step at a time for us to walk on and move forward. That’s how truth started to be magical to me. It’s another adventure.

"I’m a human being who cares about my planet, who cares about people, who cares about the reality of our children’s future. The same way I needed a mentor, the same way I needed someone to motivate me, that became my reality. I want to be that source for Merry, I want to be that source for Dewey, who feel like no one can hear or understand them. And all they need is the tools to understand how to be great or either how to apply themselves. I started that effort when I was 16 with the idea that most influential role model for a child is a child." - Usher

Reality around me started to look more fun. The trees, the stars, the animals, people. There’s a math that connects us with one another somehow, whether it’s the global supply chain, evolutionary biology, or food culture. Rather than taking what life has to offer, I’m now appreciating it for what it is; what this puzzle always has been. I mean, a lot of it is just stuff, people, and animals. But it’s really cool. It’s the longest running show, much longer than the Simpsons. And I’m pretty confident One Piece will end before it does. I have so much to catch up. I’ll skip on what’s going on with the Kardashians…But did you know there’s people who’s spatial concept of the future is behind them, and the past in front? That we’re closer relatives with a tuna than a shark is? And guacamole is an anglicized word from an Aztec language that means testicle sauce?

Younger me wouldn’t have spent any time learning about things that didn’t serve his individual goals. I’m still like this now. My goal now is to give back. Building a deeper connection with others by learning about the world has helped me find my place in this reality puzzle. The happy version of myself looks like an old sage ISFJ Protector watching out for his community. Meaning to me is found by investing in the other life threads in this tapestry. I’ll honor those that helped me by paying it forward and help keep the show going. I hope to be a support watching our future unfold as a society. Whatever wisdom I’ve gathered from my experiences, it’s best for someone else to make good use of it. There’s no reason to keep it all in. I’mma start giving out life advices and telling stories of my mistakes. Who knows if it’s actually good wisdom, to be honest. I’m just a dude who has no place to judge for humanity. I’m here for the good vibes and memes.

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[toxiic-wastee]

hey buddy, I’ve got a request

how does the duwang gang (+Hazamada and Mikitaka and maybe even Yukako 😳😳) react to reader sending dumb shit at 3 AM? like memes or what happened in their dream. modern AU kinda because of textin and all, also gender neutral preferred.

sorry if you’re working on something else, thank you buddyyyyyy 🐎🐎🐎

IM WORKING ON DIFFERENT 7 SMUT REQUESTS BUT THIS IS BETTER. THIS IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT IT IS 3:12 PM AND IM IN THE SHOWER WHILE WRITING THIS ON A TUESDAY SO LETS SEE HOW FAST I CAN WRITE THIS WOOOOOO. Idk who you count as the Duwang but Ik who I count so. Can be read as romantic or platonic (except for Koichi it’s romantic for him)

Josuke

-you remind him of Okuyasu tbh, the memes, the stupid ass dreams, the rants and you being sleepy and dumb.

-it’s so funny to him though.

-Tomoko took away his video game console for 2 weeks because she caught him talking to you at 4am.

-you told him about what happened in your dream and he mentally face Palmed, he gave you a resting bitch face picture once and you saw his hair all messy and you laughed at him so much. (Even going as far to threaten to leak the photo)

-there’s probably a group chat if you and Josuke and Okuyasu and Josuke just has to put up with your guys’ bullshit lmao.

Okuyasu

-what makes you think he isn’t doing the exact same thing to you??

-you guys get no fucking sleep I swear. you both constantly text, and the fact you're just as weird as him makes him so happy, youre his 1st best bud, mans dont even care about Josuke anymore.

-he wakes up early so he can go to your house and walk to school together so instead of texting you abt his dream he can yell it at you.

-he probably sends you old vines.

Koichi

-Ayana found him asleep with his phone buzzing due to you spamming him at 3am.

-he isn’t awake very late, he goes to sleep early. So when you first start spamming him he adjusts his sleep schedule to be able to text you. He probably gets caught talking to you a couple times by Mrs. Hirose, she’s so nice and sweet though. she gives him a warning and invites you over to spend the night and makes you guys food. But Ayana eavesdrops and reports to her mother about your guys’ conversations..

-he genuinely thinks the stuff you send him is funny and he giggles silently at all the stupid shit you send him.

Rohan Kishibabe

-he is so fucking pissed.

-“Y/N why would you interrupt me for your childish stories?”

-he probably blocks you :/ (he unblocks you later tho,, only to block you again the next night, it’s an endless cycle.)

-After a while he enjoys your goofy stories about your dreams, he may smile at your memes sometimes but never to go as far to actually laugh.

-you guys probably call often, Rohan is good at multitasking and can call while drawing his manga.

-as long as you don’t tell anybody your calling him during work hours he doesn’t care. (He doesn’t want the gang calling him while he’s at work, ur the exception)

-if he is up late and texts you it’s probably him giving you a list of shampoo, soaps and cleaning products because he says you stink.

Yukako Yamagashi

-As seen in most of Yukakos episodes she doesn’t enjoy people goofing off a lot, she’s strict and focused. Which is so beautiful I love her-

-She doesn’t mind you going off task and not sleeping though. Mainly because you spend the time texting her. She adores you and the stuff you find funny. She isn’t one for memes but I can see her liking memes after you spam them.

-whenever you tell Yukako about your dreams she always laughs and chuckles, she sends back long detailed paragraphs in response but if she’s too tired she send small paragraphs with poor grammar.

-She probably sends you pictures of herself at night, mainly her getting ready for bed with a smile, to remind you to “Go to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us! ❤️”

Hazamada

-he’s the type to send cursed images, you can expect horrifying shit to look at, I kinda feel like he would send pictures of dead animals with the words “Pablo dead” over them?? If this stuff freaks you out it’s gonna be a fictional animal, probably from a manga he likes.

-he tells you about his dreams too, he usually has nightmares but telling you helps him laugh it off.

-sometimes Surface steals Toshikazu’s phone and texts you, and if he does it means Hazamada is asleep. Toshikazu will take a picture of the sleeping Hazamada and send it to you saying “bitch fell asleep at 9pm.”

Mikitaka

-he doesn’t have a phone, you’d probably have to buy him one. Or he’ll steal one. Either works 🤪

-he is amused by your ranting, he finds it very enjoyable.

-he doesn’t understand many of your memes but he always laughs.

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[falcqns]

Hi! I love all your fics🥰

How do you think RDJ would react finding out about little!chris with his iron man stuffie? ❤️

omg i love this 😭

i feel like he’d think it’s the cutest thing ever. he would probably see Chris with it for the first time at a party. maybe the marvel cast got together to celebrate the anniversary of Endgame, so there's A LOT of people at RDJ's house.

at first Chris was his normal self, talking to everyone and being the life of the party. but, as it grew later in the night, his headspace approached, and he became quieter, and his anxiety began to take over.

he looked around the room, and couldn't find either you, or Anthony. that only served to make his anxiety worse. he walked out of the kitchen, and into the entry way, where his coat was. he dug around for the car keys in the pocket, and once he located them, he was heading out to the car to get his stuffy as his headspace consumed him fully.

once he had the stuffy in his hands, he locked the car, and headed inside. he glance around the common area once more, but still didn't see anything, so he continued to find a quiet space to sit and cuddle with his iron man.

he found a nice corner by the spiral staircase, and plopped himself there. he brought his legs to his chest, and hugged the stuffy to his face.

"Tony," he whispered to his stuffy. "you so soft." he rubbed his face against the stuffed superhero. "wan' mama n' dada but can' find dem." he said, a tear escaping his eye. he sniffled, and tensed when he heard voices calling for him in the kitchen. he only hoped that Mama and Dada would realize that he wasn't there and come looking for him, especially you. he was tired, and he wanted some milk desperately.

"hey, buddy. there you are." he heard Tony say. he furrowed his brow, and looked down at his stuffy. he realized the voice didn't come from this Iron Man, but the other Iron Man who was standing in front of him.

he looked up at Robert, and his chin wobbled. "hey, bud. what's going on?" he asked gently. he knew that Chris was a little, and had known even before you did. when Chris had broken up with her, Robert had taken it upon himself to make sure Chris was taken care of, and ensured his secret stayed a secret.

Chris sniffled, and choked out a sob. Robert crouched in front of him, and brushed one of his tears away. "what's going on?" he asked again, and this time, Chris was able to talk.

"wan' Mama n' Dada but can' find dem." he said, and Robert nodded. he sat down next to Chris and pulled out his phone. he sent a message to Susan, asking her to find you and Anthony. he put his phone away, and turned to Chris, giving him his full attention.

he saw the stuffy in his hands, and he smiled. "who's this, bud?" Chris giggled quietly, and presented Robert with the stuffy.

"i's Tony!" he exclaimed, and Robert ruffled his hair. "i wove him." he said, and hugged the stuffy close to his chest. Robert wrapped his arm around him and tugged him to his chest. Chris settled his head on the older mans chest.

"wan' Mama." Chris whispered, and Robert nodded, his hand rubbing Chris's upper back.

"Mama will be here soon. Dada too." he assured him, and Chris nodded just as you and Anthony ran around the corner. a look of pure relief spread on your face when you saw your baby boy curled in in Roberts arms. his eyes found yours, and he smiled his arms reaching out. you dropped to your knees, and let him curl into your embrace.

your hands played with his hair as he calmed down, and rubbed Iron Man on his face. Anthony took a seat next to you, and rubbed Chris's legs. Chris sniffled, and suddenly pulled away from you, reaching out for Anthony. Anthony pulled his into his lap, and Chris nuzzled his head into the older mans neck, and Anthony's hands rubbed his back.

"does this mean he's on team Iron Man?" Robert asked, and Chris's head shot up.

"NO!"

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