#real leaves and branches btw

[heckaroniandcheese]

one day im going to be able to get a hold on my thoughts about leave no trace ethics v land stewardship but they're still in the stage where they're still nebulous impressions of thoughts instead of understandable & communicable concepts

#like i absolutely understand where leave no trace comes from and i absolutely think that heavily trafficked areas should be subject to that #but humans are and always will be part of the environment and ive brought up foraging at work which is like all hikers and shit #so theyre like BWAUUGGGHHH LEAVE NO TRACE #and im like dude i said i wanted to find fallen evergreen branches to dry and use as holiday decor #real example btw #but im trying to rake dry brush to prevent fires and fell dead trees to make habitats for insects and other little guys #i am trying to leave a good mark. not no mark.

[natriae]

chapter 6

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It's been a week and you still haven't messaged Ushijima. What would you say anyway; 'sorry for ditching you. That was your son btw<3'. Deciding not to worry about that you moved on with your day.

Today you were getting ready to go meet Sakusa at a small restaurant that just opened in Tokyo. It had Miya in the name. Not a good sign. But he swore it was good, and it was the man's first branch of the restaurant. What you didn't realize though was that Sakusa lived in Osaka and took a 3 hour bullet train to meet you just for lunch. He definitely thinks this is a date…You weren't looking for a relationship right now. You were content with your life. Just you and Isa… and maybe a cat in the near future. You left the apartment and began walking the busy streets to Onigiri Miya.

Walking into the restaurant you immediately scolded him for not telling you till after he was already on the train about how far he lived. He laughed and said, "did you think Tokyo had two volleyball teams," his smirk seemed a bit condescending, but when you looked away embarrassed he returned to his resting face. "Okay but seriously I'm here to see my cousin. He's here for a bit so I thought I'd visit him," His usual cold demeanor had a lighter tone to it when talking about his cousin. Cute.

Once the two of you sat down you finally took in the restaurant. It was very cozy and it seems that Sakusa took the only Kotatsu (heated table) in the restaurant. There were cute red and black cushions the two of you sat on and it seemed like there were no real chair spots in the restaurant. It was cozy like the countryside you were used to. It reminds you of home. Reminds you of sitting in Waka's lap after practice to get some hayashi rice- stop thinking about him. You gently hit your head again and Sakusa scrunched his eyebrows looking at you. 

"Sorry, habit," you said. Smiling lightly at the man. He was much more handsome when there weren't tears in your eyes. He was pale, and his hair looked quite soft. Much different from Ushijima. Ushijima was always tanned from being outside, either playing volleyball or gardening. He always looked so handsome in the summer when his tan would finally set. He'd really be glowing, but his hair was always cut short so it wasn't that soft. He also washed it everyday because of sweat, ew.

"Do you like Onigiri?" Sakusa asked.

"huh," you said. What's with you daydreaming more about Ushijima, he doesn't mean anything to you anymore. 

"I asked if you liked Onigiri," Sakusa said. He leaned a bit closer to you and he had the cutest pout on his face. Yeah you could get used to this.

Leaning in a bit more you finally responded, "of course I do. It's Isamu's favorite food. I'll have to take him here someday," you said looking around the mostly wooden interior. 

"has he lived in Tokyo his whole life?" Sakusa's eyebrow lifted up at that question pushing his two perfect moles together. 

"Yeah, never gone back to Miyagi, but we like it here," You said, but Sakusa could tell it was like you were trying to convince yourself of the fact. There was something about the way you said it that screamed 'I wish I never had to leave home'. 

He looked your face up and down seeing that you got lost in your thoughts again. He turned over to see Osamu making his way over to their table. Perfect timing. You looked up to see an Atsumu look alike. Oh right, their twins. Osamu looks much different. He probably changed the most out of anyone. His arms looked softer in his fitted black shirt, but it was obvious he still was strong. He had a bit of a belly now, but you're glad to see he was eating well. "Is there anything I can get started for ya?" The now black haired Miya asked you. 

"I'll take the chef's special," you said.

"good choice because i'm the chef!" You couldn't deny that the Miya twins still had their cute charms. He seems to be genuinely enjoying his job. You remember he always looked depressed during games, and now there was a huge smile gracing his face. "What about ya omi?" 

"My usual please," Sakusa said, like he couldn't believe Osamu was even asking him. He must have visited the one in Osaka a lot for him to already know his order. With that Osamu left and returned to the kitchen. You took the time to admire how straightforward Sakusa was, yet he still had manners. Like a better Wakatoshi. You really need to stop comparing everyone to him. Sighing you snuggling into the Kotatsu, and turn towards Sakusa. "What are you thinking about," Sakusa asked. 

"nothing-"

" Ushijima? I saw your son talking to him at the game. Don't worry, I think he's to stupid to realize that's his son," Sakusa said, as if he was reading your mind. Nevermind, you don't like the straightforwardness. He had no reason to be in your business right now. 

"hey don't talk about him like that," you responded genuinely angry, "but yeah I am. How do you know Isamu is his kid anyway," You asked, as much as you don't want Sakusa in your business you were curious. 

"well, i'm not dumb like everyone else," he started but immediately switched up after seeing you agitated face, "after you left Ushijima asked everyone if they knew where you were, i stalked you for a bit, and one of your friend's posted Isa for his 1st birthday and i thought wow that kid's a mini Ushijima, and then I did the math and realized… that was a mini Ushijima. I never told him that I knew where you were," He said finishing his story, but it didn't seem like the whole truth. Trying to comprehend everything just said you couldn't help, but stay stuck on the 'he asked everyone if they knew where you were'. 

Trying to muster up the courage you asked, "he was looking for me," don't cry y/n now isn't the time. 

"Yeah, but I think he gave up pretty fast," at which Sakusa looked away from you for the first time and he shrugged his shoulders. A part of you found it hard to believe that Ushijima gave up so fast. When he had a goal he would see it though, but then the other half of you said that you could never trust him. You weren't his number one priority. Why would he try so hard? 

At this Osamu came out of the kitchen holding two large plates. Definitely more than you ordered. 

"Here ya go! Made some extra fer the little one," He quickly left after placing the plates down. 

Snapping your head quickly to Sakusa you immediately questioned him, " did you tell him I had a son?" You were pissed. Why would he do that? He's really getting on your last nerve, maybe he isn't as nice as you thought he was. 

" I didn't," he responded just as quickly, "maybe you should think about his idiotic brother that talked to your son at the game," You hate that he was right. He scoffed and continued, "not everyone is out to hurt you, y/n,". He was right. Not everyone is, but you have just been so on edge ever since leaving. The more time that passes the worse the consequences will get. You know, but it's too late now. Biting into you Onigiri you couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness. You could cry over the Onigiri. It was perfect. Osamu must be magic because there is no reason for it to be this good. "It's good, right?" He asked, smiling a bit with his mouth full of food. You couldn't help but nod enthusiastically. Way more than good. You cannot wait to bring Isa here. 

After the two of you enjoyed your meal you began to walk aimlessly down the street. There were so many shops and restaurants on this side of town. You wish you had more spending cash, so you and Isamu could go on more adventures like this. One's where you could get him more things that he wants, not just the necessities. You feel out of place. You can't afford any of this stuff. In your peripherals you could see Sakusa glancing at you every once in a while. He kept walking closer to you and his hand would brush yours. Eventually his right pinky hooked to the front of your left hand, but before he could move any further you heard someone yell your name.  You knew it could be from no other than a fiery redhead. Before you could turn around someone was launching themselves at you back and latched on. A deep voice followed soon after telling the redhead to get off of you.

"y/n!" he shouted again. Completely ignoring Sakusa like he was a fly he just needed to swat away. 

"Satori! omg your hair. Where did it go," He giggled at your reaction. 

Putting a hand to his buzzed hair he said "ita kinda fell off," a small smirk present on his face.

"I thought you said you buzzed it?" Ushijima asked, clearly not understanding the joke.

Sakusa pushed Satori a bit and said, "hey, i'm still here," Satori had made a face at his intrusion, and Sakusa continued when he saw Ushijima standing there. He bowed and said, "ushijima," his voice got deeper when he said his name. 

Ushijima did the same and the two six foot men glared at each other between you and Satori. "oh tennssionnn," Satori said, rolling his eyes and sucking in a breath between his teeth. Pushing Sakusa out of the way much harder than Sakusa did him he walked closer to you and explained how much he missed you. "Miracle boy and I spent years looking for you, why did you leave," Ushijima clearly hadn't told him the full story of your relationship.

"oh, Sakusa told me Ushijima gave up pretty quickly," Oh how wrong you were. You could tell by Ushijima scrunching his nose and the front of his eyebrows pointing down in anger. Satori too side eye'd Sakusa in anger. Grabbing your left shoulder, Satori lightly led you to start walking with him. "You know men, and all their lying, can't ever get a full story from them, huh. That's why I'm here. I knew there was a reason I needed to return from Paris," Satori said, looking off into the sky. Like he was much wiser than he actually was.

"you moved to Pari-" before you could finish, Satori shushed you and looked back up at the sky. 

" Ushijima and I trekked a long way, metaphorically of course, after you left Ushijima spent every waking day morning you. He'd sleep at your parents house, and at one point he got on his knees to beg them to tell him where you were," Satori continued his dramatic story. If you were alone you wouldn't be able to tell if he was serious or if it was for effects, but you can see Ushijima watching the ground embarrassed and Sakusa rolling his eyes waiting for any moment to jump in. "Eventually I forced him to continue practicing to get his mind off things, and if he ran into you. You guys were destined…Now we must go. I've said too much" He grabbed Ushijima's forearm and dragged him away waving aggressively at the two of you. Sakusa's hands were now in his pockets, and he looked ready to cuss out Satori at any moment. Looking back in front of you you pulled out your phone to check the time and see if you had any messages. Not mentally prepared to indulge in all the information you were just given.

"you kno-" Sakusa had started. 

"shit I need to pick up Isamu," You said, eyes widened at how little time you still have until his school ends. "bye Sakusa," you said while running the other direction.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

thoughts? ALSL TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY IM ON A ROLL (i actually wanna get to the fluff so badly)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu angst #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #ushijima headcanons #ushijima imagine #ushijima fluff #ushijima fic #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi fluff #ushijima angst #another chance

[stillfrownyclownlol]

I will also talk about Tyler because he's also not normal about stuff 🫠

Right from the start you get these signs he's protective to a detrimental level lol

(BTW Aidlyn scene cuz I'm not normal about them ❤️ The way he literally wraps his whole body in front of her sent me lmao. Mans got his leg around her and everything 🤡)

He's pretty much like this with Taylor in all their scenes. In the Sorrel House he puts his arm in front of her when they see the phantom (that he does not think is real, considering his reaction).

He also has a tendency to drag Taylor away from situations with out asking for her opinion on it 🫠 He just kinda assumes she will want to go with him. Like when he drags her out of the house after saying the phantom was just a prank.

Sir. PLEASE. Kinda possessive of you-

I don't think Red did this on purpose because like. She hasnt really brought up their culture/heritage or anything in the story so far lmao (I'm crying). But idk like just this behavior reminds me a lot of the guys in my family 🙃 I think Latino boys get kind of socialized to be more aggressive and protective of their families at their own expense. He definitely seems like the kind of brother to impose a curfew- He has control issues like. We all see it right? He's a control freak.

Obviously his dad dying has a lot to do with this. His mother took it extremely hard, so then Tyler "stepped up" to take care of both his mom AND his sister, he's been parentified since a very young age (he doesn't look older than 10 imo). I think he feels a need to "be the man of the house" so to speak. He genuinely does not seem to have any hard feelings towards his mom even tho she...you know, fucked up. if any of you know the "latino boys are mama boys" cliche, but.

yeah.

(I do think Taylor has more mom issues because she kinda resents how Tyler has been parentified and she's allowed herself to be angry at their mom for leaving them to fend for themselves)

Sidenote: It looks like his family is very isolated. Like, its strange that nobody came to help Marianna after Ethan died. This isn't always the case but usually Latinos have large families (my mom's family had to push together eight beds so all the cousins could sleep in one room lol) WHICH probably means Tyler's branch of the family is, so far, the first and only to have immigrated to the US. He's probably already a second or third generation tho, his mom has only one surname and he and his sister never seem to speak Spanish, so I don't think they learned it (probably some basics). I don't imagine they've ever been to Mexico except MAYBE when they were very young (its kinda rare to visit...since...it's so hard to get out of there in the first place...🫠 I dont think my parents have been to Venezuela in more than 20 years...but also Venezuela is in way worse condition, so...)

But yeah like. His protectiveness of Taylor is something that actively works against her and something she dislikes. She always looks upset when he drags her out of a situation or tells her what to do. She just wants to help :(

BABYYYYY 🥲

Ofc she never says anything because for most of her life Tyler has put himself in a position of authority and is her caretaker. It's hard to speak up to somebody when they constantly say "I'm doing this for your own good, for your own safety, for-" Whatever. Taylor always believes Tyler does everything for her own best interests, so... even when she doesn't feel good about something, she'll still listen to him. It's a veryyyyyy slippery slope that can quickly become toxic, if it isn't already. Because besides being her brother, he's put himself as her parent figure as well.

He does the thing. You know. Where parentified kids try to overcorrect so they kind of coddle their own children and don't let them do anything because they're scared to death something is gonna happen to them 💀

I don't really know what the point of this was I just wanted to talk about how possessive Tyler can be and how unhealthy his attachment style is 😭 If I write Tyler and Logan angst tho just know it's gonna involve Tyler being overprotective and Logan being Not Cool TM about it 🫠

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon) #tyler hernández #taylor hernández

[blessedpictures]

For the weird writing asks meme - 2, 23, 28, and I’m gonna be totally honest I forgot what the fourth number I wanted to ask was by the time I got to your inbox so I’m going to roll a random number and go with 12

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

Had to? Yes. Used to do this, hated it. Pen, always.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

A real typewriter that never runs out of ink nor does it break. An endless pile of the perfect paper I need in that moment. Never being able to get carpal tunnel.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

Trees as tall as buildings surrounding a room carved into the air, as though someone began building a house and forgot halfway through, leaving only this tiny wooden corner of space. A door behind me, a window to the left. A battered table that's seen better days. Wooden floors that creak as though someone is walking towards me, but no matter how fast I look up, there's no one there. The window, indifferent, frosted, circular, that shows me nothing and never changes, no matter how clearly I can see outside everywhere else. Looming shadows, darkness deeper than the eye can penetrate, just beyond the constant dusk, as though my light is the only thing keeping this place in focus. Fairy lights strung haphazardly, across tree branches, the half-broken roof, down the wall, that need no electricity; lanterns, on the desk, on the floor, on the ground just off the wood, that likewise need no oil. Ferns scattered across the ground, just outside of my little corner- leading to moss, to rocks, to branches, to bushes, to a terrifying cacophony of natural life, plants waiting quietly for my notice to slip just long enough to encroach and devour. The endless clicking of typewriter keys, and somewhere, a coyote screams.

Hear that? I think the Editor is walking up the gravel path.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Scratch is my favorite, but Underhill was hilarious, very fun.

#+ the writer #+ ask games #Thank you for the ask.

[iwasbored777]

so ur trolls posts got me to watch trolls world tour again. i remembered liking it but i couldnt remember why, but now i know for sure

I FCUKING LOVE TROLLS WORLD TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THE INCREDIBLE WRITERS WERE SECRETLY ON TROLLS 2 !!!!!!’n

I CANT TBINK OF A SINGLE FLAW IN TROLLS WOULD TOUR!!!!!!!

i was NOT expecting a brilliantly written masterpiece about colonialism, but thats what i got, and its going in the greatest of all time hall of fame in my brain forever.

im not gonna sit here and regale you on the message of the movie. they only said fax, no printer, and its an important message to send kids. alot of the messages kids get about races and borders is “we are all the same 😚” but they came in with the “we are NOT the same and that is both good and bad, both exciting and dangerous so you need to be aware of dangerous ideas of “harmony”” and thats so real. kids need to understand differences are OK.

i love how they backed off the “chosen one” vibe poppy had in the first movie and talked about her flaws as a leader. while her stubborness was a good thing in the first movie to contrast branches pessimistic nature, it wouldnt have worked here, and i can see a cheap writer (like m*chael w*ldron) either insisting she gets away with her selfishness and carrying on with the happy ending anyway, or pretending that wasnt a character trait at all (because w*ldron doesnt watch the first movie and writes a sequel anyway)

my favorite scene is the bubble scene and the woods right after they leave funk where branch confronts poppy. do i even need to tell you why?

i just want to mention it because im pretty sure branch sings a cover of “girl crush” by little big town, which is a country band, and branch said he likes country music earlier and that slays. but when poppy comes in, what they sing is definitley not girl crush, and i cant tell if its giving “trolls can mix music” or im completley wrong and its a different song alltogether. but i cant tell if that song is homophobic or is super gay, so if im wrong thats prob for the best.

the only flaw i can think of is the country music, as a midwestern i can confidently say that was an affront to real blue grass country music. i guess born to die “works” but it didnt represent country as well as the other genres did. theres alot of controversy in the country music fandom with alot of singers who sound exactly the same and produced like its a factory line. but even if people still think miranda lambert and carrie underwood arent true country singers, their songs wouldve worked better than born to die. also the country trolls shouldve been on a self sufficient farm instead of the wild west. that wild western jazzy piano and country music isnt the same.

the only bad part about the movie is that it ended and barb ATE. SHE LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THAT INTRO. send ask.

Lol I love your review. I love Trolls World Tour a lot too and all their other movies. Great stuff.

And yeah I love Poppy and how she can accomplish A LOT but she doesn't make it on her own, she needs character development and help from others just like everyone else. Characters are surprisingly realistic.

Barb really was goat, the best antagonist in the franchise. I love parallels between her and Poppy, how both had different intentions (Poppy wanted to help and Barb wanted to conquer) but Poppy's method was also wrong and both Poppy and Barb and everyone had to make compromises for all tribes to live in harmony because no one has to change their lifestyle for that to happen, all they have to do is accept that they're different and that's perfect. Just be yourself and let others be themselves.

That song in the end (Just Sing) slaps hard (and so does Can't Stop The Feeling btw).

P.S. Tiny Diamond fucking slays 🔥🔥🔥

#luv them #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls holiday in harmony #trolls holiday #ask and answer

[inmyfxith]

A Tale of Two Worlds - Part. II

Pairing: Jake Sully x f!reader

A/N: I voluntarily changed the plot of the movie Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness.

Warnings: NSFW / Soft Smut (My mind tells me that in real life it's okay but when in doubt I put it on anyway! Btw this is the first time I'm writing a scene like this…🫣)

Words: 3k5

-> Requested

Part. I

After the war, the skies of Pandora cleared and the planet was at peace once more. The sky people were forced to depart, yet not all had to leave. Jake, in his wisdom, permitted a select few scientists, who were respectful of the ecosystem, to remain and continue their research. Among them was Spider, a young boy, whose parents had fallen in the final battle. Due to the dangers of cryonics, he could not be sent back to Earth and thus, grew up on Pandora, learning to live as the Na'vi did.

Despite initial reservations, the Omaticaya gradually came to accept the presence of a witch among them. They sought your counsel on various matters, yet often disregarded your advice. Each day, gifted by Eywa, was spent in the company of a towering, stubborn Na'vi. Despite your pleas for him to return to his human form, Jake had chosen to reside in his avatar, becoming Toruk Makto, rider of the last shadow, chosen by Eywa herself. Your meditations allowed you to connect to the collective consciousness, yet something felt amiss, an inexplicable yearning in your heart. You couldn't have been happier, yet the feeling of incompleteness lingered.

As the warm afternoon sun cast its rays upon the forest, you sat under the boughs of the Voice Tree, practicing your magic. The gentle laughter of a child caught your ear, and you rose to investigate the source. There, you stumbled upon a sight that took your breath away - Jake, perched upon a mossy rock, carefully whittling away at a branch with his knife, as Spider frolicked around him, laughter spilling from his lips.

You stood there, entranced, your heart overflowing with love as you watched the two of them. Spider approached Jake, a bouquet of radiant wildflowers clutched in his small hands.

"Look, Dad!" he exclaimed, his eyes alight with joy. Jake's face softened, a tender smile gracing his features as he took the flowers, ruffling Spider's hair affectionately.

"These are beautiful, thank you Spider," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of the boy's head.

The scene was at once heart-wrenching and heartwarming, as memories of the countless times you had held the little boy in your arms flooded your mind. Though he was not your biological child, you loved him as if he were your own flesh and blood. And yet, you could see the same love mirrored in Jake's eyes.

As tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, you retreated, your heart heavy with longing. Kneeling at the base of the Tree of Voices, you implored Eywa to grant you the ability to become a Na'vi for just one day, to love Jake freely, without reservation. But the wind blew through the tree, and your prayers seemed to dissipate in its wake.

Beneath a sky bursting with stars, you and Jake lay entwined in the lush grass. The gentle caress of his hand running through your hair, lulling you into a sense of peaceful contentment. As the silence stretched between you, you turned to him, a solemn expression etched upon your face. "Jake, there's something I wanted to talk to you about," you said. "It's about our future." Sensing the seriousness of your words, he looked at you, pulling away slightly so he could catch every expression you were about to present to him.

"What is it, love?" he asked.

"I know we've been together for a long time now, and I love you more than anything," you replied. "But I thought, maybe you'd like to start a family. Do you want kids?" You could feel the weight of your question settling between you, could see the longing in his eyes, the way his heart leaped at the thought of raising blue-skinned children and sharing the beauty of Pandora with them. But he also knew the harsh reality, that as humans, the possibility of having children of your own was not meant to be.

"I have thought of it," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But my heart is already full with the love I have for Spider, he is like a son to me, and I could not ask for a more precious addition to our family." He looked at you with a tenderness that melted your heart, his gaze full of understanding for the longing you felt. "I know. And I love him, too. But I can't help but feel like I'm missing something. Like there's a part of our future that we can't have."

"I understand," he said, taking your hand in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth through you. "We have each other, and that's all that matters. And we have Spider. He's our family, and that's more than enough for me." You smiled, your heart overflowing with the love you held for him, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his cheek. The stars above twinkled in the sky, as if in agreement, as you lay in each other's arms, content with the love you had.

As you drifted off to sleep, your mind wandered to the possibility of shape-shifting magic. Though you had resigned as Earth's guardian wizard, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was still so much to learn. And so, under the pretext of settling business, you returned to Earth and sought out the former supreme wizard, Doctor Strange.

Upon emerging from the portal, you were met with a sight of chaos. The streets of New York City were in turmoil, as an unseen creature wreaked havoc upon the city. Cars overturned, buildings crumbled, and screams echoed through the streets. But, just as you were about to conjure magic circles to defend yourself, Strange appeared like a beacon of hope, his sorcerer's garb adorned upon his frame. With fluid grace, he erected protective shields and summoned giant hands of magic to battle the creature. You couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for your former master as he fearlessly defended the innocent. You joined him in the fray, your magics intertwining as you fought side by side. He sliced through the creature's tentacles with precision, while you levitated debris to hurl at the beast. The creature was revealed to be a one-eyed, tentacled monstrosity from another dimension, known as Gargantos.

The battle was fierce, and at times you found yourself thrown back by the creature's might. But Strange was relentless, and together you emerged victorious. The city was saved, and the creature lay defeated at your feet. As you approached him, Strange praised your bravery, but you had come with a purpose. You asked him about shape-shifting magic, and he warned you of the dangers and the high cost of such magic.

Disappointed with the trip, disappointed with his answer, you waited some time before returning to Pandora. No one was stronger than Strange, or at least you had never known anyone more powerful than him. As the days passed and your journey through the multiverse neared its end, your thoughts turned towards home. The memories of familiar faces and places, a comfort in the chaos of the unknown. Just as you were about to take your leave, a portal opened, and out stepped Wong, his face etched with concern.

"Your assistance is needed once more, come with me.”

You stood amidst the ancient halls of Kamar-Taj, the mystic arts pulsing around you, Doctor Strange and America Chavez by your side, a sense of wonder and trepidation gripped your heart. Strange's words, heavy with urgency, rang in your ears, "Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, seeks to take America's powers for her own."

Just as he finished speaking, the cacophony of chaos magic erupted, Wanda's relentless assault battering against the protective shields of the courtyard. Strange's commanded echoes through the halls, "Fall back, we cannot stand against her." The shields began to falter, the cracks deepening with each impact, and with a final burst, Wanda broke through.

As the Scarlet Witch closed in on America, ready to siphon her powers, an unwitting act by Chavez opened a portal to the multiverse, a tempestuous wind whipping around you, pulling you all into its swirling depths. You hurtled through the void, an infinity of realities flash before your eyes, each one a kaleidoscope of possibility and peril. Your senses reel, weightless and disoriented, unsure of how long this journey will last. And then, suddenly, you landed in a reality unlike any you've ever known. You turned to Strange and Chavez, both mirroring the same look of amazement on their faces. Strange's voice, tinged with awe, spoke, "We have landed in one of the infinite realities that make up the multiverse."

You traversed the endless expanse of the multiverse and found yourself in an alternate New York with Strange and Chavez, desperately seeking a way out of a battle that was not meant for you. On Earth-838, you were brought before the Illuminati, a powerful coalition of individuals once united by the Stephen Strange of that world to safeguard their universe from the most dire of threats, such as incursions and powerful beings. With the other members engaged in battle against the Scarlet Witch, you turned to Professor X, in hopes of finding a solution. He greeted you with a sober expression, as you cleared your throat and posed your question, "Professor, is there a way for me to change myself, to transform myself?"

His eyes met yours, the weight of his knowledge and experience etched upon his face. "It is impossible, my friend," he said solemnly. "The power to change one's shape, to alter one's form, it requires immense magic, magic that is often dark and corrupting."

You nodded, understanding dawning upon you. "I see, so there is no other way."

Professor X shook his head, "No, there is no other way. The path of true transformation is one that is fraught with danger, it is a path that leads to the abyss. It is a path that only the bravest, or the most foolish, would dare to tread."

With a sense of purpose and determination, you stepped away from the sanctuary of Professor X's presence, towards the battleground where the Illuminati had locked horns with the powerful Wanda.

As the dust settled and the destruction caused by Wanda's attack came to an end, you stood with your hands raised, surveying the scene before you. The members of the Illuminati lay dead at your feet, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. Wanda had once been a friend, and to see her now as the enemy was a difficult pill to swallow.

Wanda's eyes met yours, and you spoke in a voice that was near to the pleading. "You were once my friend," you began "I know you understand my pain. I just want to be able to procreate, to have a family of my own. But my powers, my past as a hero, they make that impossible. I can't see myself as a mother, not with the threat that I pose to my family."

Wanda's expression softened, and with a wave of her hand, a thick crimson smoke enveloped your mind. The images that followed were of yourself, surrounded by children, your children, with Jake by your side, living a happy life in a different reality, one where you were able to overcome the limitations of your powers and be the mother you had always dreamed of being.

Amidst the vibrant hues of Pandora's verdant landscape, you and your love, Jake, sat entwined in a serene embrace, surrounded by your little tribe of blue-skinned offspring. As you gazed upon their playful gallopings and heard their melodic laughter, your heart swelled with boundless contentment and joy. A lifelong dream fulfilled, you now basked in the warmth of familial love, with Jake by your side, and a clan of your own.

With a smile that lit up his rugged features, Jake clasped your hand, his grip a testament to the boundless fortune that was yours. "It is beyond belief," he murmured, "how blessed we are, to have found one another, to have stumbled upon this paradise, and to have formed a family in this magical realm."

You nestled your head against his shoulder, your spirit overflowing with gratitude and happiness. "Indeed, my love," you whispered. "It seems as though every step of my journey led to this very moment. To be here, with you and our children, is all I could ever desire."

As the little ones scampered towards you, their wide eyes and toothy grins evoking peals of laughter, you couldn't help but feel a sense of proud adoration. Though they may be a handful, your heart swelled with love for each and every one of them. Scooping them up in your arms, you tickled them playfully, relishing in the symphony of their giggles and the sensation of their tiny bodies pressed against yours.

The weight of Wanda's manipulation heavy on your heart, you were torn between empathy and conviction. The longing for a family, the desire for something more, it all warred within you, clashing with the destruction and death that Wanda had wrought. But, as her anger and frustration burned in her eyes, you knew in your heart that you could not give in to her manipulation. You could not let her use your own vulnerabilities against you. With a steady voice, you spoke, "I am sorry, Wanda. I cannot let this continue. The destruction and loss of life caused by your actions is too great. I cannot stand idly by."

And with a final flare of chaotic magic, Wanda disappeared, leaving you alone amongst the rubble, the weight of responsibility heavy on your shoulders, uncertain of what the future may hold.

The chaos magic swirled around you, but you stood firm by America and Wong, determined to put an end to Wanda Maximoff's quest for power. In the heat of battle, you watched in awe and fear as the two powerful men battled it out, their powers illuminating the darkness.

But when Maximoff's hold on the Darkhold began to waver, you stepped forward, your voice resolute. "Alone, she may be too powerful for you, but together we can stop her."

With your combined strength, you and an undead Strange fought Maximoff until she was finally brought to Earth-838, where the true horrors of the Darkhold were revealed to her. Seeing the fear in the eyes of her alter ego's children, Tommy and Billy, Maximoff's heart broke and she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. In that moment, she realized the true weight of her actions and knew that the Darkhold must never again fall into the wrong hands. With a determined look in her eye, Wanda turned to Chavez and said, "I will not destroy the Darkhold. But I will give it to someone who can use it for good." And with that, she handed the ancient book to you.

You held the Darkhold in your hands, feeling the weight of responsibility and the promise of power. With this ancient tome, you knew you could shape your own destiny and create the family you had always aspired to. As you left the ruins of Darkhold Castle, quickly passing through a portal to Pandora, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Wanda. For in the moment of her greatest regret, she had given you the greatest gift of all: the chance to live the life you had always dreamed of.

Wrapped in a canopy of vibrant emerald leaves, you stepped through the Pandora forest, your new form awakening your senses to a world of undiscovered smells and unheard melodies. Your desire to surprise Jake with your transformed beauty was stronger than ever as you sought him out. He was leaning against a trunk, his eyes closed, his dark locks swaying gently in the breeze. You couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering with love.

You moved closer, lightly brushing your long, bluish fingers over his arm. Startled, Jake sprang to his feet, his hunting knife in his hand, confusion written all over his face. But as soon as his gaze met yours, his eyes widened with amazement.

"Oh my god," he said in a whisper. "It's you."

His admiration of your new appearance was palpable as he ran his hand over your bluish skin and bright eyes. "How did you do that?" he asked, mesmerized. You simply grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes, and shrugged, claiming it was all a bit of magic.

The desire to be closer to him was overwhelming. The embrace was a thing of beauty, a desire to be as close as one could be. You nestled into his chest, feeling his heart beating in perfect harmony with yours. His gentle fingertips danced around your body, exploring your curves with delicate caresses. Your breath quickened as his touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

Lifting his hand, you guided it to your waist, then pulled him closer and kissed him with all the tenderness in your heart. Never had you felt such rapture, and the sensations were dizzying. With a gentle rhythm, he moved his hips against you, pushing you ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Your eyes closed as a cry of pleasure escaped your lips, and he moved faster, driving you to the peak of pleasure. You cried out his name as you shivered with joy, quivering in delight.

The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, and you felt as if you were soaring on a cloud of pure bliss. As your bodies slowly calmed, Jake pulled you closer to him, brushing his lips against yours in a deep, savoring kiss. You lay there, entwined in each other's arms, until sleep took you away.

As you sat on the lush, green grass of Pandora, surrounded by your two young sons, Neteyam and Lo'ak, and Spider you couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming love and joy. You and Jake had always wanted a family, and now, here you were, with two beautiful children of your own.

But as you looked at your hands, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Your fingers had begun to turn black, a side effect of the dark magic you had used from the Darkhold. You had been using it to protect your family, but now you couldn't stop the corrupted thoughts from creeping in. The world of Pandora, which had once been so beautiful and peaceful, now seemed like a dangerous place, filled with threats to your children. You started to use your powers to destroy the plants and animals that you believed were a danger to Neteyam and Lo'ak. Jake tried to stop you, but you couldn't see the harm you were causing. You couldn't see that the Pandora you knew was disappearing right before your eyes.

Your mind became more and more consumed by the dark magic. You couldn't see that you were the one causing the destruction, that you were the one endangering your family and the planet they called home. The darkness took over, and it was too late to stop it.

Jake and the Omaticaya clan tried to intervene, but you were too far gone. The once idyllic world of Pandora was left in ruins, and your family was left to pick up the pieces of a life that was destroyed by the power of the Darkhold.

A portal of mystic energy opened, and out stepped the former Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange. His eyes surveyed the ruin that was once the beauty of Pandora, his demeanor resolute.

"I have come for the Darkhold," he declared, his voice a force of conviction. Your heart raced as you heard his words, for the Darkhold was the only thing that had kept you and your family safe from the dangers that lurked in your mind. You couldn't let him take it away.

"No," you spoke, standing tall in defiance. "I need it to shield my loved ones."

But Strange was not swayed by your plea. "The Darkhold is a dangerous artifact, it must be destroyed," he replied. You felt a sense of hopelessness wash over you, for you could not let the former Sorcerer Supreme take the ancient book, the only thing that protected your family. As you stood there, locked in a battle of wills, the fate of the Darkhold, and your family's safety hung in the balance. A battle between protecting your family and preventing more significant harm to reality itself.

Tag -> @oyasumimosura

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagines #avatar imagine #jake sully #jake sully x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu x avatar #marvel #mcu imagine #mcu imagines #stephen strange #wanda maximoff #america chavez #neteyam #lo'ak #doctor strange and the multiverse of madness #doctor strange mom

[nathaniacolver]

need to live tweet my playing of totk but don't wanna be annoying on my irl so i'll just do it here. this is the first bit:

BEWARE: TOTK SPOILERS BELOW

"i know i'll be ok with you link" okay they are IN LOVE

WHERE IS LINK IN THE CUTSCENE. THEY HAVE TO SHOW HIM IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I WILL FRET

ZONAI????!!?!!?!??!?!?! (Listen i forgot the gameplay trailer)

me walking at a respectable pace as to not leave zelda's side

BABE THERE'S TOO MUCH MALICE HERE WHY ARE WE STILL GOING

just talked to zelda and she was like "i'm so excited!!!!" GIRL DO YOU NOT HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF-PRESERVATION

swinging the sword swinging the sword

WAIT WHY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS WHYYYYYYY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS

THEY JUST ADDED AN INSTRUMENT OR TWO OH FRICK AND IT'S GETTING LOUDER oh i already love the sound engineering

GLOWY SPIRAL????

DON'T PICK UP THE TEAR BABY oh frick oh frick

OH THAT'S WHY I HAD 30. FOR THE DRAMA

CAN'T LOOK AT MY TYPING I'M WATCHING THE CHTSCENE

OH FRICK IT JUST SHATTERED OH FRICK

gamer lean on x games mode rn

mans said screw it i'm out. fly you fools

BRO I WAS TYPING THE ABOVE WHEN HE LUNGED AND I GOT SO NERVOUS THAT I'D HAVE TO FIGHT FJSKDKJSJDAHHDLADG THE JOYCONS ARE FLOPPING AROUNS ON MY ARMS

THAT TEAR BETTER PROTECT HER I HOPE THAT'S WHAT THAT GLOWY YELLOW WAS

BRO WHAT. THE BLUE GLOWING IS GOOD. this is so anakin skywalker of him btw

baby don't you worry i'm gonna make link level up so fast so he can come and get you

oop naked link again AND HIS SHORTS ARE SHORTER????

nice mani link

A MAN'S VOICE???????? WHO IS IT WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THEIR NAMES

okay so The Voice just gives him an arm. okay

the malice or whatever stopping just at the triforce is Symbolic, i think

is it really a master sword or is it a master Dagger

i rly be taking screenshots of everything like i'm a tourist

okay green hand thing go off!!! oop give it a high five and it turns blue and goes behind you as a save point

*taking notes* okay cogs are cogging.......gears are gearing..........

now why the frick did it have me dive like that. what was The Reason

i Forgor that link can tread water indefinitely. swimming king

not me searching every nook and cranny like there's gonna be secrets in this Cave

PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHAIC PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i put them on and now he looks like a gladiator.......cardboard skirt & Jesus sandals........ok shirtless king

oop just noticed his hair animations & the layers are CRAZY but it lookin good

wait so they was underground......and now in the sky...................i have Theories

they said aerial view shot once again but i mean AERIAL

ope no climbing, you're already too high in the sky

the lighting looks SO GOOD!

it's so silent up here i love it.

the MUSIC AHHHH

WAIT EVERYTHING'S AN ISLAND???? OH WE WAY THE FRICK UP IN THE SKY LINK. HOW CAN YOU BREATHE THAT THIN AIR

this game is making me fall In Love. with Silence

TREE BRANCH YES THE WORLD IS HEALING

apples. i could Cry

is that a broom?????

wait so the soldiers are bad and the stewards are good. it's just like real life!

why do i have the feeling that this is a /different/ princess zelda that left this to him.......oh nvm it's just the purah pad. what happened to the sheikah slate???

is link gonna look at pics on it and get emo

wait so. garden of time (ok Christianity reference). so zelda has lived through some trash already and is like poor link in the past. let's give him this

aw it's lonely :(

YES WE'RE GETTING ZELDA RIGHT AWAY I COULD CRY

ooh the purah pad looks slick (i'm so sorry but why does that sound like a tampon brand LIKEEEEE)

high five!!! oh wait high fives have OTHER FUNCTIONS???!?!

now why did the bridge have to do all that fancy stuff. (ik it's for stability or whatever don't @ me engineers)l

just smashed some pots. link's Primeval Urge

ok so linear path for Diving. got it.

that's a hot-footed frog.......................i could cry. i AM crying

picked up a rock. now i just have to see some Chickens

there are Grates in the ground and you can peek below. idk why i like that so much.

i am hunting these ostriches like i might die

THAT GUY SNUCK UP ON ME SO SILENTLY. I DECIDED I HATE FLOATING MACHINE ENEMIES (don't worry i was fine)

why did i try to light a frog on fire

#totk spoilers #okay that's it i have to go to work now but enjoy. #i do this bc i don't have a reaction yt channel but IF I DID #also i had to edit this ob my computer bc i accidentally added a poll and idk how to get rid of it #totk #tears of the kingdom #loz #playthrough

[arcplaysgames]

lmao okay akechi i fucking dare you to go to the police with that. i dare you. here is my weird iphone panorama photo except someone moved and fucked up the image.

but no he has video too so FIIIINE I GUEEEEEESS that's decent blackmail material.

YOU LIE LIKE A BEIGE RUG

allegedly when Akechi was following the Thieves around, he ran into Black Mask, who shot at him, and the confrontation awakened Akechi to his persona.

Did I not say that we wouldn't see his awakening? Because he's deffo had his persona for longer than a month.

All of Akechi's testimony is contrived as fuck and has nothing to back it up, but because the Thieves are panicking (and are kinda dumb) they don't question any of it. Instead, Akechi just lays out his ultimatum: either they help him uncover the true identity of the "real" killer, or he turns them over to the police.

i wanna crack open his skull and read it like tasseomancy, what the fuck is even going through his head, what is his morality, what are his goals. I have no fucking idea.

I KNOW HE'S THE KILLER. Like, the thing about Persona games (or at least 4 and 5) is that you reach a point in the story where the story narrows things down until there is only one option left. As with Adachi, Akechi has been suspect for a long fucking time, but eventually the branches of the story get trimmed until there is only one option remaining. And it is Akechi.

.... Hm. And like with Adachi, I have no idea what his motivations are. Funny, that.

hang on, after the meeting, everyone leaves except Reverie and Morgana, and things go hazy and weird for a sec before the scene abruptly ends. And Morgana's little icon there is the "talking" icon, not the "surprise" or "confusion" icon.

What is happening? Is something important occurring that the story is obfuscating or is Reverie-In-The-Framing-Device getting woozy?

The School Festival is over, Akechi bails on the rest of the interview without answering who the Thieves are.

There's an extended animated cutscene where Kasumi dances at the post-festival dance? But uh. I don't.... care. Sorry, Kasumi, you are suffering from how tacked on you feel to the story.

Like, Kasumi's bit is so OBVIOUSLY shoehorned in, it's coinciding with the exact same place where Reverie is supposed to have a mandatory hangout with Haru?

Like, Kasumi and Reverie leave, the game says the dance is over....

THEN HARU TEXTS AND IS LIKE "HEY THE DANCE IS STARTING, WANNA HANG" AND REVERIE TURNS AROUND AND GOES BACK IN

l m a o Persona 5 Royal, you are KILLIN me here. this is worse than that time Mishima said "kek" out loud, goddammit.

Haru is much more likeable. She gets called up to do an impromptu interview and the emcee is an asshole and starts asking about how she feels about the Phantom Thieves killing her fucking dad

so Reverie stands up and causes a commotion

Reverie is the best protagonist yet.

AND

THEN

OH SHIT WE'RE FUCKIN RUMBLED, DAD KNOWS

Sojiro obviously noticed his daughter has gone through a significant change in the past few months but has chalked it up to her finally finding friends her age who support her. But finding the calling card seems to confirm his worst fears.

FUTABA'S VA IN THIS IS AMAZING BTW she is palpably trying to explain something very emotional while staving off a fucking meltdown and the way she struggles to control her words is like-- I HAVE BEEN HERE. I HAVE DONE THIS EXACT STACCATO SPEECH PATTERN.

It's fabulous.

I was straight up ready to fess up but Sojiro doesn't Get It and seems to think Reverie is just linked to the Thieves somehow

i wanna crush Futaba against my chest and hug her for about an hour

YOU ARE MY DAD, YOU'RE MY DAD, BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

gurrrrrrl, same tho

The Thieves meet up the next day to go over everything they know before giving Akechi an answer. Makoto lays out that all of this, the hacking, the manipulation of the media, the way Okumura was placed in their path, the hype cycle around the Thieves, it was all a huge set-up and set-ups like that take money and resources to happen. Ergo, the person they're up against is no Republic serial villain, they're either an extremely powerful individual or a whole organization.

Also there is a 30 million yen reward for details about them now.

Yes I know I'm a huge bitch and I loudly dislike Ryuji and I have been screaming for tens of hours now what he and Mishima are broadly to blame for all of this shit happening.

It's deeply satisfying to see the rubber band finally snap back as the weight of his actions falls on him. Yeah, he's like 16, 17, but he's been toying with people's hearts and minds like it's a game to win. It's turned him into a kinda terrible dude, so the clarity hitting him this hard is actually reassuring. Somewhere in that brain, he knows the gravity of this fuck up, he knows he's gone astray. Not even led astray, he was hyped for fame all the way back before Madarame. First a desire for recognition, sure, but it grew into a ravenous monster appetite for infamy and all the perks that come with it.

I'm just relieved that the fucking hours upon hours of dealing with his horseshit was actually building to something. That doesn't make me like him, but it makes me feel satisfied that all of that was intentional.

Now if we can just get Mishima in on this shit.

Good for you, realization of the self is the first step to changing the self. Now please: grow as a fucking person, i'm begging you.

Also he apologizes for his outburst scaring Ann and Haru.

Still nothing for Morgana, so that ship has sunk.

oh btw in case you don't believe me, here is Mishima literally saying "kek".

we should have stolen his fucking heart when we had the chance, jesus fuck

#p5 #persona liveblog

[maplecaster]

i dreamt that there was this mansion that was also a school, actually this was a recurring dream. i had the power to speak to “lost children”, kids that have been forgotten by time and space. there was this series of rooms where each one was a trial, and within each trial i would save a lost child by remembering them. they would be a ghost, and then i’d have the power to resurrect them fully once i complete the whole thing.

here’s an example. one child was a 7 year old girl, i think she was the youngest out of them all. she played the viola and in her room was a viola bow, a small piano keyboard, and some sheet music inside a drawer. you had to play what was written, but i couldn’t read the sheet music.

one of my pursuers, i forgot why they were chasing me but they were akin to bullies. i locked the door to the trial room and they teased me by pulling out a viola and playing a scale upwards. on the last note, they played the wrong note, and i knew that they did it on purpose, and that the girl played the same exact wrong note. in fact, playing that was the answer to the trial and i could move on, but they did it maliciously. they told me they wish they had her real viola so they could smash it, and when they saw i had her bow they tried to take it.

before i left the room, i saw the girl’s ghost. as i did with all the other children, i asked what her name was. ofc i dont remember it now but they were all japanese.

the next trial was the last one, and actually this one didn’t have a lost child because it was a repeat of the first child. also a girl, maybe around 10 years? i was able to communicate with her regularly through cryptic drawings that appeared on my phone. i got really stuck on what to do in this room. i asked her if we should leave before finishing (as i said it was a recurring dream, so canonically i kept leaving and coming back) and a drawing appeared of a large tree with children surrounding it. some of its branches were red and bent towards one child, the one i was speaking to, going inside her face. i figured this meant i should stay, but then i saw a new drawing which i mostly forgot by now. the next one i saw was the girl standing at the edge of a windswept cliff, a door behind her open with the other lost children coming through it. it was one of those magic doors where it was just a frame and a door, no wall, but it still lead somewhere. i interpreted this as that this was the last trial (i didnt know that before seeing the drawing)

the room was the size of a storage closet with some stuff wrapped in plastic near the far wall. i ripped open the plastic, hoping for a doorway to come, but there was nothing. btw i havent mentioned them yet but there were like 2 people with me and one of them was able to figure it out while i was stuck. he told me he said a little poem, the fifth line being “open the mansion of new york city.” now, nyc isn’t a mansion but its big and theres a lot of space so it counted. when he said that the plastic i ripped open became a portal to nyc. i figured if that counted as a mansion, and this portal can only be opened to mansions, i thought to try “open the mansion of your mind”. i dont remember the full poem, maybe it didnt even contain real words lol. it worked, and i went through the portal, but i wasn’t in the lost child’s mind, i was in a car of a teacher. the same teacher that set me on this quest. he thanked me and told me to remember all of the children. as i remembered their names, they each emerged from the same spot as me and my group did, no longer ghosts. it was really sweet ok.

#dream journal

[willowistic22]

I believe most fansies have ignored hotshot for far longer than my personal liking. I would like to say that the boy is my son and i love him with all my heart and soul. I will make you consider him. So now consider hotshot who adores flowers. Let me explain.

He loves the smell of them. He loves to look at them. I always like going around saying that hotshot came from a big family with 11 older sisters. Imagine the excitement he has every year when its one of his sister’s or mom’s birthday and he gets to pick out flower bouquets to give them with personal hand written/drawn cards. Over the years, he would take note of all their favorite colors and flowers and preference on boquets. He’d always try to give his father flowers, and it’s not like he didn’t appreciate it, moreso he simply doesn’t like flowers as gifts for himself. Birthday’s however, sometimes require a long time to wait. So hotshot upped his game and tackled valentines and mother’s days and anniversaries (with their personal partners of course)

This hc is very modern au centric btw don’t mind me.

He also loves tattoos and has littered tattoos all across his body. Not to achieve a full body look, but just enough for decoration. And all his tattoos are in fact flowers. One of his favorites is his floral tattoo that wraps around his whole neck, like some sort of wrapped boquet. It was red roses, because as basic as it is he still loves them nonetheless. He kept the coloring simple within the striking black lineart, simply shaded red rose petals and green leaves with the occasional thorns. The thorns are more prominent on the back of his neck. To name a few more of his tattoos, there’s a long drawn dark purple orchid flower slightly wrapping around his right arm from just below his shoulder to his wrist. It’s a stem with multiple orchids and was given enough space between each other to leave out a lot of naked skin. There’s also another design on his stomach a bit to the side which is a knife embezzled in a bush of thorny roses. Let’s be real, as much as he is soft and gentle he’s still tough and craves violence. Then there’s also one on his upper left thigh, daisies, which can arguably be said slowly creeping up to almlst reach his waist (purposely planning out the irony of putting a flower design that symbolizes purity and innocence on his thigh lmaoo yeah i’m not getting into that i’ll let yall’s imagination run its course) His second favorite tattoo has got to be the one on his back. It’s two nearly identical tattoos on either side of the back of his shoulders. It’s a carefully designed tattoo of the Korean national flower, the mugunghwa or the rose of sharon sticking out from their individual branches. It was one of the things he does to keep himself touch with his Korean heritage, seeing that he’s the only sibling that has spent the smallest amount of time growing up in Korea. He’s got a couple more tattoos, mostly floral themed but also a few miscellaneous item designs but this is as much as i can think of rn.

Other than gifting, hotshot also loves receiving flowers. He isn’t shy about his love for flowers, but admittedly only a handful of ppl knows abt it. Bcs let’s be real, no one expects a nearly 6’6 bulky athletic gym body dude to be excited to be given flower boquets. He has been teased a couple of times by the people around him who is considered just an acquaintance (i.e. random classmate or neighbor), but with one death glare at them and they back down. That’s how scary he can be. His friends (spot, albert, and the rest of the brooklyn kids) will gift him regular boquets on the special occasions (i.e. birthdays or graduation). But ike,his beloved boyfriend, has always tries to one up himself from flower boquets. Like yeah he still gives hotshkt regular flower boquets, but if he can help it he will give him the most unique boquet. Some of hotshot’s personal favorites has got to be the hot wheels boquet, the strawberry chocolate covered boquet, the 20 dollar bill boquet, and the assorted sweets and chocolate boquets. (I’ll let yall imagine what each of these look like lolz) but at the end of the day, hotshot loves flowers. Give this man flowers. Now.

#hotshot newsies #hotshot #newsies #CONSIDER HIM #NOTICE HIM #PERCIEVE HIM #pls just love my boy #i need someone on board my hotshot love ship #it’s very spacious #mmmm very yummy stuff #come get yalls hotshot content whilst its still hot

[kamil-a]

btw was trying more to 100% vivaldi's stuff and so poking at the last bits of rosed gardens here n there. and.

well first of all the vivi nonstay rose garden stuff isnt as uncomfortable as the main branch to me and instead comes off as just VERY funny, two kids fighting over the same toy kind of thing. vivaldi dances with alice at the ball and blood turns on the mood lighting and then stands there with his arms crossed impatiently waiting for her to be done. theyre pulling her in different directions. theyre assuming she knows already theyre siblings and share a secret garden so when shes like "hey....you guys are fighting, but NOT like a couple....are u siblings?" theyre like YOU DIDNT KNOW??? . its very funny.

secondly blood gets genuinely upset she tried to leave without saying goodbye, i think, and he goes on the offensive by climbing on top of her in a love interesty way but when hes like ":( no goodbyes for ur best friend blood dupre???????" I do think he means it i think his feelings were for real hurt.

THIRDLY they make her eat a key???? vivaldis like ah...we need to unlock your mouth ;) which like 😳😳 yes ok where are you going with this and then shes like you need to eat this key. physically. it doesnt turn into anything edible its literally a key. AUGHHH

AND FORTHLY if you try to get the rose bath end by simply putting blood's affection points over the needed amount after the ball, it will result in truth end, for some reason. alice visited blood a few more times than she otherwise did and said fuck this im out

#thoughtful honking #yet to find that one last scene. vivi at 95%.

[snifflesthemouse]

So now we know what happened... re the Trip to the Hague, the informal stop in to the Queen.

TLDR: Harry needed to ensure his cash cow, so he wanted to try and woo his Gan gan into letting him monetize their relationship.

In other words, Harry literally waited last minute to try to force his way into the balcony shots. He waited last minute so that they had less time to premeditate their strategy.

You see, the more time you give a target or mark to think, the less time you have to con them or get what you want from them. Had he asked Granny months ago, taking the long con, it would've faired out much better. The Queen refusing them, forcing them to see his father and Camilla first, and refusing them the balcony, essentially ended the dance.

She ensured her links to them were no longer worth exploring. She showed him, in one simple word, that she would not participate in being conned. That is the only way to ever win against a con artist, btw.

The only real way to get away from a con is to name the con and then refuse it. Con artists will not waste time on people they cannot influence.

Which could explain, as well, why the Queen will become a bigger liability to the couple. Before she was their only golden ticket link. She has removed herself from that now. She has drawn the line, and they showed us all they won't cross it.

You know how this author knows they will not cross the line with the Queen?

Because they waited until AFTER the celebrations to drop those Lili pictures.

SO, this author was wrong about Harry being summoned. The Queen agreed to that meeting. And she swerved so hard on their intentions, they never got to even really ask her in person regarding the balcony until the weekend of the celebrations.

When Harry lied to his grandma and tricked her into thinking the meeting was an olive branch, the Queen knew better. She's older and wiser than all of us together. She was able to see objectively for what they were; needing her for their own benefit. She's no green tree. She is a solid live oak.

That "No" must be why they left early then. Why stay if there is no benefit?

ALWAYS REMEMBER A CON ARTIST WILL GIVE NO MORE TIME TO SOMETHING THAN ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

Who was it who said "if you can't give it five years, don't give it five minutes"? How funny...

Con artists see time as more precious than anything. Time is literally money. If the Queen was giving them nothing they wanted, and they could only benefit from going nuclear, the next best option is move on.

Think about it. We've all known that one person who will pressure us into something, but as soon as we clearly say "NO" they immediately move on.

They literally made a decision in their minds when they were in the UK that they were better off going home instead of being unseen. Why?

BECAUSE LEAVING EARLY IMPLIES THE RIFT IS WIDENING. It's a dog whistle. It's saying, pay attention because here it comes!

They make money off of this now. This is their bread and butter. This is their reality TV paycheck. But instead of a weekly episode where we hash out the past seven days, we are getting a slow-drip IV bag on repeat. They're trying to tell us the good stuff is coming any minute, but we all know that it's just saline in the bag again.

My point is this... I was wrong about them being summoned. She didn't have to summon anyone, as they were thirsty enough to be knocking the door down.

The Queen is a master at allowing people to talk or turn themselves inside out. She's been running with every world leader since WWII. This is why she doesn't acknowledge their banter or the public's outcries. She knows how this goes. She will always be Queen, and they will always be quitters.

She's been trying to tell us all for the last several years now how she would prefer the world to treat H and M... The same way she treats them. She'll wave to them from the castle windows as they drive off in a Range Rover, but she won't rub elbows with them on the balcony.

The Queen told the whole world that Megs and Haz weren't Balcony people anymore with one word.

She showed the whole world they were second-row royalty with one seating chart.

Tom, I can't wait to read your book!

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[jlf23tumble]

Hello Jen~ Really love the American Ivy Podcast (thanks also anon that sends this rec) it's sooooooooooooooooooooooo interesting and the voice was so soothing yet intimidating as well (just like Louis' lmao) anyways do you know any other great podcasts I should listen to? Might leave #this fandom for a while after seeing the most bland and stereotypical "babygirliest" thread, my god, I need to bleach my eyes and slap a gender studies book on the big blogs here. I cannot-

btw thank you for the podcasts rec in advance :)

I need to bleach my eyes! REAL! Anyway, I definitely have some podcasts I'd recommend, assuming you haven't checked 'em out yet:

Seasons 1 and 2 of Articles of Interest (American Ivy is actually season 3, but godDAMN Avery covers some good ground on the earlier ones, too, like pockets and kid clothes and those French dolls I'm obsessed with)

Table Manners, with Jessie and Lenny (I usually pick and choose based on who's the guest, but both Paul Hollywood and Rina Sawayama are good ones to start with, if you want a taste)

Every Single Album with Nora and Nathan (they've branched beyond Taylor to cover Adele, One Direction, etc., but their love for Taylor, their knowledge/wit, unrivaled)

Celebrity Memoir Book Club with Claire and Ashley (another one where it pays to pick the celeb you want covered, but the tear down they did on Matthew Perry's book, OUTSTANDING...I'd also rec fast-forwarding through the first 5 minutes or so of each ep unless you want to hear about their weekends, I just wanna get to the book)

Grounded with Louis Theroux with, uh, Louis (doesn't have enough episodes, give me more! But the ones that are there are great!)

What I Will Say with Cam (serves up some oft-times unhinged Gaylor, but Cam is ever-calm and cool)

Still on my list to listen to (after I catch up with the latest installments above) = Tagline (rec'd by Avery), Fair Game (love Leah and Mike and their pursuit of Scientology), FluentlyForward (rec'd by lots of people)...I'm a bit meh on Music Now and Popcast and the Ringer and 99% Invisible and the 60 Songs That Defined the 90s or whatever because of my love/hate relationship with the various hosts, but I like the subjects covered, so they're on the fringe of my listen list, like, if I get desperate, I might give an ep a listen. If you have any recs, send 'em along!

#podcasts #so great for walking along with in the morning

[booksbygrey]

“Greetings”

a/n; literally wrote this in January and I never decided to post it. It’s basically an OC which a lot of people don’t like but it’s just a short story of Jade meeting her family after a few years of being apart. Btw we fall in love with Negan in this story. I proofed read it once but I use a lot of slang and I’m sorry in advanced.

I've been at the sanctuary for a long time, to the point Negan counts me as one of his soldiers. This isn't family to me being here isn't bearable but it's one hell of a team who works well together.

Walking off to my motorcycle, I'm planning on going hunting for a few days. Not being at the sanctuary and being off on my own is peaceful, having no one to piss at you for not doing your job but at least I have an excuse to say 'bye bye' to the saviors.

About to head off but Arat stops me "Jade" she yells out, facing her still on the bike.

"What" I spit out. Don't get me wrong she's nice and I love her, but she isn't that bad compared to every douchebag who lives here. But these people aren't my people and I dislike each one of them.

"Negan said you aren't allowed to leave until we settle things with Alexandria" giving her the what the fuck face. He's never once told me I'm not allowed to do something but out of nowhere I'm not allowed to go hunting. you've got to be kidding me right now.

"Tell him to go kiss my ass" kicking the kickstand and staring at the motorcycle

"You better be there Jade, or you don't know what he'll do to you" driving away, a little laugh coming from me because honestly, it's funny if they think he's going to do something to me. I can talk back all I want and never get touched by him so I'm special and I know it.

~~~

Driving around 15 minutes away from the sanctuary and hiding my bike with branches, you sort of pick up new things because there's no self-respect on the road.

The sun starts settling in and night times are about to approach, I'm debating if I should go or camp out until it starts to get boring. Heading back to the bike and driving to the destination Negan wants us to be.

He said he wanted to scare the shit out of the Alexandria people and that they deserved it because they killed some of our people. But honestly, we might've deserved it, it's not like we are good people we take things away from them.

~~~

'Shit I'm a little late' watching the other saviors round up the Alexandria people in a row. Far away I can't see what they look like but close enough I know how many are lined up in a row.

Simon whispers something to Negan and he looks out to the rest of the crowd not sure what he's looking at. "Jade get over here now" he yells. Fuck he's pissed, how the fuck did these people do to piss him off so quickly?

walking towards the middle of the crowd and seeing dad and carl. My heart keeps beating without stopping this is one sick joke. My brain is messing with me, rubbing my eyes to see if this is even real. Dad looks my way all beat up what the fuck did they do to him and who are all these new people they weren't at the campsite. Only Daryl and dad, Carl. Where is mom and why isn't she with them could she be with the other people is that even possible.

Looking away and facing Negan "hey sweetheart say hello to our new friends" he smiles my way trying to grab my shoulders but not letting him.

Giving them a bright smile and waving at them a hello "Now what the fuck did you guys do wrong" I might be a bit crazy but I sure as hell enjoy torturing other groups, it's all fun and game isn't it. I'm not mad that they killed one of our people but I'm trying to figure out why did dad never found me or Shane.

"Play with them sunshine" lightly pushing my ass with his bat giving me a little boost. He's making it seem like I'm with him, dad giving me 'are you serious look. With his face all beat up I can still tell his facial expression.

Getting out my pocketknife since I have nothing compared to Negan's beautiful bat. Because the only good thing I'm good at is shooting a damn gun at a far distance but that's nowhere as fun as toying people I have no clue who the hell they are.

Walking to the other side of the line, making sure I won't have to worry about dad or Carl for the next few people. First in line was the Chinese guy? Or could he be Korean let's go with Korean that seems less mean. Lightly pressed my knife to his cheek, making him finally look up at me.  "Aww, don't tell me you guys are in love," I ask but he doesn't budge looking at me with hatred. Fuck Negan for making these strangers hate me because I haven't done shit to them.

"Boringgg" I yawn walking toward the dark skin girl. I've gotten some information from the saviors about who's who and they've said the dark girl is the one with the sword. And that's fucking cool.

Pointing my knife at her "now you" she looks up "you're the one with the sword, pretty fucking badass if you tell me" what the hell is wrong with these people for looking at me with disgrace.

Skipping to dad  "Alis" gesturing him to quiet down because I'm not 'Alyssa' to them I'm Jade and always have been. These people don't know what happened to me before I ended up being one of them.

Make it until you fake it right? Sorry, dad, this is about to hurt your feelings but to them my family is dead "now look at you look at the type of shit you have your people going through?" Squatting down to meet my dad's gaze just to see his eyes again. Those eyes I miss deep down. I softened my eyes for a bit until I remembered I'm the enemy.

"One of you is going to die if you don't cooperate, Rick, he isn't the type to play around. You killed a lot of us, and you expect not to be tortured just a bit?" Grabbing my dad's chin "do as he says, and you'll walk out with all your people"

Standing up and walking to Carl man how much I miss him, and he isn't a kid anymore. He's fully grown, and he wears dad's hat now? Oh, that's new and cute. Squatting "I miss you" mouthing to him hoping he at least knows how to fucking read lips. Facing Negan pointing at him with my knife "we don't go after kids Negan" I say scolding him because that's our rule we don't go after kids who don't have an option but to obey the people who protect them.

"What can I say," he says shrugging his shoulders "don't give two shits and he's roughly what 18? Aren't you kid? So, my Jade can shut the hell up that I'm not hurting an innocent kid"

Facing Carl mouthing "I love you bye" standing up fixing my posture.

"Yeah, I'm out fuck these people Negan" putting away my knife in my pocket and dusting away the dirt out of my hands. Walking towards Negan, tiptoeing to somehow get around the level of his ear at least. "I came so stop fucking bothering me about not showing up, see ya at home or not I couldn't care less if one of these people decided to kill you" walking away with no care in the world.

Not looking back at the people, I know at least one of them will get their heads bashed if they don't cooperate. "Good luck Alexandria, you'll need it" shouted at them.

"You" he points at one of his million men he has "take her home now" he orders.

#Negan #rick grimes #Negan x reader #the walking dead #Carl grimes #twd

[sokumotanaka]

This bothers me so much but it gives me an excuse to talk more about what people seem to constantly let slip their mind.

Blake was never a terrorist, in fact thinking she is is really naïve and downright racist.

Look under read more because Like Raven said in that noncannon but still cannon dream Yang had which btw isn’t her semblance so how did she appear in her daughter’s dreams....”we have alot to talk about”

Remember the White fang Started out as a faction that fought against racism, stealing dust and stuff from the schnee who straight up using slave labor, so they took what the faunus worked for.  

People seem to act like revolutions don’t come with great change and sacrifice, people who act as if none of the milestones we made didn’t come with some sort of alteration to the world state being MLK’s assassination which Caucasians did despite peaceful protest and definitely not as long as the faunus have. 

The faunus have remained commendably peaceful for the 80+ years of humans murdering because as one of the shows heroes Qrow Brawen stated. “Early man was scared to death of faunus and it’s hard not to sympathize with that. Seeing someone that looks like you and acts like you walk out the forest and reveal a set of fangs can be alittle upsetting.” (again these are based off our real world minorities mainly black people so this line comes across as massively tone-deaf There were so many words you could of used instead; it didn’t have to be word like “Lol I relate to humans being scared.” And before anyone gets on my case literally salem and Ozpin word their WOR as a conversation which is canon straight from Miles Luna’s mouth. 

And need I remind people that the worst the faunus did while blake was there was threaten to blow up some offscreen people that didn't exist and threw a rock through a shop that wouldn’t serve faunus which I mean open racism should be met with ridicule and disgust and should in fact be illegal so I have zero sympathy for open displays of proud racism.

but the part people forget.  Cinder took over.

Yeah the part people constantly forget was that cinder fall took over the white fang to use for their canon fodder, and the show had a great many an opportunity to show that either Adam didn’t like or want to do this, Surviving and defecting faunus that only joined for equality would leave and either try to live normal lives or join other branches..OTHER BRANCHES (seriously  the only branch Sienna had was in vale and there weren’t any in atlas to help with the slave effort, and we’ve yet to see vacuo and it’s weird there’s no successor in case Sienna was assassinated? This feels less like a faction and more like a clubhouse! But I’m losing the forest for the trees.) 

My point is that Cinder made the fauns do most of the more shitty things on her behalf, using her maiden powers and her....weirdly overpowered non semblance man and girl with the most useless semblance ever. (At least by the show’s standards) successfully kill these trained soldiers is a bit....hard to believe. And not to mention in the picture above Adam isn’t a raging racist who wants all humans dead, in fact he lets cinder and them go, tells them to leave and he doesn’t send a guy to shoot them in the back, he just goes about his day.

Were they’re people probably caught in the crossfire? yes but at the same time did people think any revolution didn’t have any sacrifices? I’m not saying Adam had to blow up those faceless nameless humans on that train where you only see robots making that line seem like they were going. “wait but if we make  the bad guy faction a group of minorities wanting equality then people might RELATE to them and root for them and see our heroes as bad when then beat them up and laugh and wink about it and toss them off trains into hoards of grimm!” So they just threw in a buzzword terrorist, cult and not people who have been fighting racism for multiple lifespans.

For the love of god when Ozma comes back to remnant the first thing he sees is Faunus already in cages so why are THEY terrorist for trying to fight a system that’s so awful that when they got a god reboot the first thing that happened was one of our “heroes” Ozpin who didn’t to crap to change things for the faunus and humans were already subjugating them! Remnant is an unsympathetic world where the heroes watch racism happen and go on actual racist rants in public  WEISS SCHEE and then will apologize 8 seasons later, like you needed multiple months to a year to not be racist.

Nothing in Remnant is salvageable, the humans are the absolute worst to their mostly human companions; and I wanna finish this off with something. In real life we sexualize portions of animals, Wearing collars, Bunny or cat ears, tails, angel wings, devil wings etc.

The humans in remnant are stupid cause no horny ass middle-aged man is gonna see a beautiful man or woman with wings sitting there and not wanna tap or worship that.

In real life people wouldn’t be hating Velvet for her bunny ears, they’d be obsessed with them!

I went off on a bit of a tangent but Fighting for your rights is not what a terrorist does and great change never happened from sitting on your hands and waiting patiently, women’s rights, black civil rights moment, LGBT’s stonewall and so on, they’re a movement, a struggle and lampshade that as a terrorist organization is TONE DEAF, IGNORANT AND PLAIN STUPID of you.

We’re smarter than this please actually research any major moment and see how many marginalized people lose their lives in comparison to the white ones and you won’t be shocked how the scale tips towards the prejudiced people.

Thanks for reading this far and remember, it takes five seconds to look up what a terrorist is and if blake actually existed she’d hate you despite you loving her, goodnight everybody.!

#rwde

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