#really is just welp i have no choice but to do things myself. some of which were harmful!!! like when i tried to ease it by stretching b4

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (abridged ending)

Speedy version of Reflections Part II & III (see previous or series) Steve Rogers x wife!Reader

Alright, this may not be conventional, but I'm crippled by guilt over this story. There are so many elements that hit brutally close to home based on a personal experience this past year (arguably this past decade but whatevs), and so I have sifted through 28 A4-sized pages, front-to back, and 17 smaller pages, front-to back (save one sheet), as well as a typed-up 7k, in hopes of grasping this magical redemption arc that exists in my mind and falls flat everywhere else. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of loving this story so much that nothing is good enough, and I'm sick of hoping to offer a conclusion that never f***ing comes. Welp, today you can know the conclusion--or the gist of it at least--because that is my Christmas gift to myself. I'm washing myself of the guilt. -> What follows is an extremely unedited and maybe slightly poetic summary of the finale. God, I hope you enjoy it, but really, I just want to feel like I *can* finish something. Sorry if that's dramatic; that's just...the situation of 2023.

Thank you in advance for your understanding, and I hope this serves up some sort of holiday cheer! (No real warnings because smut is reserved for the full-length version. This tale, as always, is 18+ due to very heavy themes.)

The thing is Steve doesn't regret his choice. How can he regret anything that ensured you were here, alive and happy, by his side? That's not an achievement he'll ever be ashamed of; there's no guarantee in the multiverse that he could have done better.

You spoke of being lucky. You felt guilt that of all the servicemen and women to lose their lives, yours came home in the end.

Steve doesn't see it that way. Yes, you and he are very, very lucky, but overall, Steve won.

In every war, there are battles. In battles, there are fights. In fights, there are shots taken, punches thrown. You don't need to land every punch to win a war. There are always losses.

Steve Rogers tends to win because he understands this.

He knows the value of strategy. He knows the value of hope. He especially knows the value of planning for the worst.

And so he's surprised--as he often is with you--that he hasn't lost more.

You accept the loss as well as the win. You endure more gracefully than he ever imagined possible during those long months alone and away.

His sacrifice may have played a factor in your safety, but in the end, it just came down to you. You fought for yourself. You battled for your beliefs. You warred for your convictions.

Steve can understand that. He admires it.

He plans to make this dreadful mess up to you, he hopes for the time to do so, but before he can strategize how, your bubble of isolation is burst by a knock at the door.

"Open up, Rogers. Please," Sam Wilson requests anxiously over F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s speaker.

He could simply mean you since you are a Rogers and neither of you have heard the okay that the world knows Steve's alive. Although, Steve still doesn't have a phone again, and you haven't exactly been checking yours during recent...activities... (Not to put too fine a point on it, but Bucky's little gifts aren't going to miraculously last eight days and nights.)

Steve stays in the corner of the kitchen, drying his hands from the dishes you two were washing together, while you answer the door.

It swings open in the direction that still hides Steve.

"Hey--" Steve hears the soft pause in Wilson's voice "--I think...I may be out of line here, but Stark ordered personnel to vacate the compound."

You cross your arms over your chest, nervous. "Do we need to leave? I--As in, you and I? Are we included in that?"

"No," Sam says flatly. "It's just...suspicious--look, can I come in?"

"Sam, wait!" You push to make a wall in the doorway, meaning Steve can no longer see you or what's happening while a silence, an extremely pregnant pause, stretches.

Afterward, there's a whisper.

"Is he here?"

Your reply is only a stutter of unfinished words, but that's enough. Sam's stepped past and halted a few feet inside before his scanning gaze lands on Steve.

Steve's not sure what he expects his friend to do. He's misjudging reactions left and right these days, so he can't presume that--

"Gym?" Sam ticks his arm, thumb pointing back out to the hall. "I'm going for a run."

He has to convince you and Steve that the whole place really has been cleared before Steve changes clothes.

The string-light and garland-lined corridors remind Steve that his apartment remains devoid of any festive touches. You two have been too distracted to realize it's the day before Christmas Eve, so the 'evacuation' will likely draw no attention from the average employee.

Stark is just adamant they have the holiday for family. That's all. The only people who live there are Avengers.

The smell of the rubber floor when they walk onto the track spikes nostalgia in the back of Steve's brain, and in his utter joy to be there again, he starts sprinting like old times.

His blood pumps and his lungs stretch, but it's too hard, too fast. His blood thunders in his ears and makes his head swim. His lungs burn fiercely and seize. He collapses, gasping through his weakest asthma attack yet, but it still happens.

Things are almost, almost the same. Things are still different.

Without taking the opportunity to gloat (too much), Sam uses his powers, skills he's had all along, to divine Steve's real fear:

Steve changed things, and he may have changed things so much that it's all ruined. He can't go back to being Cap because he showed his colors: he chose you over everything else. What if you can't go back to being his wife because of that same choice?

Sam helps Steve off the floor.

"You walked the same circle for a long time, buddy. Instead of getting off the track entirely, try one lane over. Baby steps."

Steve snorts. "Ya know, she said something similar."

"Yeah, well, some of us filled in the stoic charm while you were gone."

"Comes naturally to you, doesn't it?"

Wilson turns to walk backwards, flashing pearly whites. "The outfit is growing on me, and I think the press were just about to stop calling me Black Cap." He playfully punches Steve's shoulder. "We'll see how far this sets me back, huh?"

After realizing he has to take it easy, Steve enjoys a long, mostly quiet run beside his friend, never once passing him. Though Steve asks about returning tomorrow, Sam has to decline. Christmas Eve is for Sarah and her boys, and Sam's sister will raise hell if crossed.

Just before leaving the gym, Sam hugs Steve, the length and intensity of the embrace telling Steve all he needs to know. Sam--like everyone else who knows so far--is happier than he is hurt, and that stifles Steve in a torrent of humility.

He doesn't deserve the strength of this family built around him, but he is grateful.

Steve also doesn't expect to find Natasha and Bucky in his apartment when he returns. He was hoping to put up some decorations with you, bring a touch of joyous spirit to that place you've been emotionally entombed for months, but he outright frowns when seeing the box they brought.

Between you and Nat sits the bin of intel the Keepers gathered on you and left behind at a raided facility. You're pouring over the dirty details of horrible intrusion to your private life, both you and Steve's, and he can't help but watch your face closely.

You do look horrified. You look furious for minutes on end, file after file, until you finally ask, "who's had stuff like this on you guys?"

That's the thing. That's the part eating away at Steve's shame. It's why he can't be beyond a superficial level of sorry for what he's done.

"The Red Room," Nat replies softly.

Buck shrugs. "Hydra...among others."

Steve knows what that intel could have been a precursor to; they could manipulate more than just him. You could have been used, you could have been changed, and it would have been his fault. Extremes are most of his life, so Steve goes to extreme measures to keep his life separate from all of that.

Blurring those lines--bringing you closer to the fray of this scary and violent world feels irresponsible.

You continue to ask candid questions about what Nat and Bucky were doing this whole time. The response is grueling, a complex web of taking out targets without signaling an ulterior motive, every interaction carefully executed to seem natural, all the while knowing that Steve waited to come home and you waited for...well, the truth.

The way Natasha describes it makes Steve sick to his stomach.

He never wanted this, but he has to live with the consequences.

You thumb over a few stalking photographs in your hand and simply say, "that was quite a commitment."

Something triggers in Steve, and suddenly, his next move is crystal clear.

"I'll--I'll be right back," he blurts.

All three of you startle in confusion, sat around the coffee table like it's the most normal thing in the world to share so much. You've had top clearance for twenty-four hours. You're already a pro, and that makes Steve's idea that much more perfect.

He races through the building, glad he doesn't have to hide, and pounds on Tony's door.

As soon as Tony opens up though, Morgan rushes past his legs and lets out a blood-curdling cry that ends in a sobbing, "you're alive."

The little girl flings herself into Steve's arms, refusing to let go the entire time he asks Stark--all the Starks--for a favor.

You wake up the next morning to find a note from Steve and a dress of yours hung by the tree you put up after a long meal with Nat and Bucky.

Important errand, the note reads. Expect Tony to come by at 11. Wear this, please. I love you.

It's the dress you chose for your first date with Steve, the date that kinda never happened because the compound was invaded and you had to kill a guy. Odd memory to resurrect, but you do adore that dress.

You're not surprised when Tony arrives in one of his signature suits, nor when he makes a show of walking you through the halls on his arm. He has the uncanny ability to chat about nothing using the maximum number of words. He's delightful that way.

Your first real clue is Morgan, standing outside some double doors to one of the flex rooms, like the ones changed for training different abilities, like the ones used for therapy circles. In fact, it's the same room, the exact same double doors as years ago.

The girl looks fit to burst, clearly told to keep her cheers to a minimum as she clutches a wicker Easter basket in her hands, crouching as if ready to spring into action.

Pepper stands close by. Nat and Bucky whisper conspiratorially a ways down the hall.

Then you notice.

Tony has on a black suit with red pin-stripes, Pepper a blue dress with a white belt, Natasha a red dress with a white belt, and Bucky a navy suit with a black-shirt underneath.

"We did our best on short notice," Tony rambles off, guiding you to a stop in front of the party.

"This is for you," Morgan squeaks, ripping a colorful bundle of pipe cleaners out of the basket. There are buttons woven to the tops of each 'stem.'

Pepper quickly adds, "wild flowers were...a bit scarce, as you can imagine."

You brave a single question.

"What's going on?"

Everyone just beams at you, falling into a pattern of pairs behind Morgan before Tony winks and tells you to follow his lead.

The doors open, and there, at the end of the aisle, stands Steve--your Steve--in his old Captain America outfit minus the cowl. His hair is still long and darker, but his beard is properly trimmed.

All you can think is how you'll tease him about that.

You pinch at the leather sleeve in curiosity, and Steve leans over.

"This is the last thing I'll ever do in it," he says before kissing your cheek. "Promise."

"Says the guy who's stolen it twice," Tony mutters from his place on the other side of Bucky.

"He has a point," Nat chimes in.

The poor priest clears his throat and bellows, "dearly beloved..."

He keeps his promise.

At a press conference just before New Year's, Steve is announced as one of those rescued from "an enemy base" in an undisclosed location.

The crowd of reporters erupts in a chaos of inquisition, but all Steve will give them, standing there in a simple sweater and slacks, is his official resignation of the title Cap.

"What do we call you then?" someone shouts from the back.

"Just Steve. I am Steve Rogers, that's all." He looks to his left for the comfort of your face. "And this--" he grabs your hand "--is Mrs. Rogers, my soulmate."

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A/N: and yes, the full-version will be written eventually.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#the dignity of his choice #fools rush in #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

[shepherds-of-haven]

Sorry if this has already been asked before, but have you ever thought about writing a sequel to SoH? I know you said it would be a stand-alone book, but I think a sequel where we explore different continents would be extremely cool. I just love these character so much and idk if I’m ready to say goodbye. I know we still have a bit left but still…

Hi there, this message has been sitting in a long queue of messages I've fallen behind on answering for a while now, but I just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to send it! It ended up being extremely thought-provoking for me, and you may have single-handedly made me reconsider my stance on a Shepherds sequel! XD

I always planned on this entry being a standalone game, though I was toying with the idea of eventually writing a sequel that follows a separate cast of characters (aka different protagonist and companions, though with room for potential cameos with the old characters). Pretty much like how Dragon Age does it! I won't go into the potential plot details now, but I was thinking it might take place sometime between 10-15 years in the future, and it would follow "a new generation" of Shepherds in a different locale. I've sort of hazily cobbled together ideas for the story/main premise, but companions outside of the main protagonist have eluded me at the moment--I really need to focus on this game, its DLC, and my next book first, so I haven't given it too much thought!

However, your comment has unearthed some feelings I've been having about a potential sequel, too! It's hard for me to feel like I'd be ready to say goodbye to the cast, as well... It's so easy for me to write them because they've been in my head for so many years, and starting an adventure in the world of Blest with different and new characters admittedly feels a bit strange. It's like having to hang back a grade while all of your friends graduate high school and then looking around at the incoming freshman class like "welp, I guess you guys are my friends now! 😒" lol. I'm torn on the issue: I don't want to not challenge myself or refuse to move out of my comfort zone as a writer--in short, I don't want to be the kind of writer who recycles the same characters and material because doing something new is daunting to me, and I don't want you all to feel like I'm making endless sequels/trying to recapture old magic and should just move on to something new, either--but I do love my cast and I'm not sure yet if I should definitively say, "No, their chapter is done with this game and it's on to the next!", because I can see so many adventures happening to them even after this story is over!

The problem lies with endings--there are so many different endings planned for this game that I hesitate in treating any of them as the true or canonical one, but otherwise trying to account for all of them in a sequel feels quite impossible to accomplish when I wasn't planning on a continuation--along with other logistical concerns that I can't get into at the moment. Like, what if you end the game with all of the Shepherds except Halek dead? What if your friend ends the game with all of them alive, but the MC is dead? This game alone is already 1 million words, but a direct sequel would probably wrack up hundreds of thousands of variations based on all of these choices in its first chapter alone! 🤔

That's why I figure DLC is the happy medium here: you can expand on or create new content and adventures for the characters, but slot them into the timeline wherever you wish, like in between Chapter 7 and 8, etc. And episodic adventures might keep things small and streamlined enough that I can update them more consistently, rather than hacking away at one giant sequel game!

Aaaaaanyway... All this is to say: I have a lot to think about! Absolutely nothing has been decided yet (not even close), but these are just some of the things I've had rattling around in my head. Thank you again for your sweet and honest words: I'm glad you're so fond of these characters and would miss them. I would, too! But whatever ends up happening, I know this game won't be the last time we see them. :)

Thanks again!

#Shepherds of Haven #sequel #FAQ #spoilers #mild #me #personal #writing #it's pretty much a dragon age vs mass effect scenario #if you know what I mean :')

[artsykidwolf-2000]

Welp...FF7 Rebirth came out and ummm....I have this ship with an OC called Raven and I put her with Sephiroth...Ravenroth??? Idk

I'm debating on what prompt to do them with but we'll see with the actual story. This may also tie into a painting I did~

(they also have a kid named Mercury, he's a sweetie and I made Sephiroth a sister named Seri...yay) (Mercury is not in this story but Seri is!)

Without further adoooo let's get started.

May I Have This Dance?

Rating/Warning: minimal stuff but also AWWWWW

★★★★★

Ever since I can remember, I've always been by his side. Sephiroth. The Golden Child of SOLDIER. Ever since we were young we'd be teamed up together. He was there when my father died in that freak accident. There i remained in SOLDIER. Even as a First Class rank I didn't care much for the formalities or the perks of being this popular. I always thought myself a medic and only that.

Genesis or Angeal will always tease us as teenagers. Teasing about dating, who would win in a fight, best aim, you name it. As the years passed by, I found myself trying to answer why. It had been years since Genesis and Angeal disappeared and I still hear their voices egging me on. I had things, priorities, to attend to, especially one that was his very sister, Seri.

"Raven!!! What do you mean you're not coming to the company ball?! Everyone will be there!" Seri whined as I checked her vitals on the screen and took some tests.

"I told you Seri, I have my duties to the hospital and you. Sephiroth will have a conniption, you know he doesn't dance anyways" I replied.

"well I'm going with Zack! He invited me in Aerith's place because of her circumstances! She insisted!" She fussed as she crossed her arms.

"Oh are you? Then I guess I have no choice~" I rolled my eyes playfully as I gave her medicine and a change of clothes from her closet and helped her put them on.

"Yay! Dress shopping!!!" Seri squealed. I helped her onto her wheelchair and we walked to the elevator to get to the bottom floor.

We walked along the streets of Midgar to a dress shop nearby. I was never really into girly stuff even as a kid. The only girly thing I wear is earrings bc my face still says masculine. I guess looking more like my father was half of a good thing. I'm glad I developed nicely up top and got ass for days. My dad would try and get me to wear hair berets or make up to make me look more feminine but I was a part of SOLDIER. I couldn't/it would run or snag in the field.

Seri and I walked through all the clothing racks. Seri picked out a few dresses her size. She kept on pointing to other dresses that might look good on me but none were speaking to me. Seri started scanning the whole store. I know those eyes too well, just like her brother's, always on target and ready to pounce. Then she grabbed a dark colored dress and snuck it under her picks, thinking she was sneaky. I only caught a glimpse of the color but not the style. I was worried but not in a scared way.

As we made our way to the changing rooms, she picked out a cute pink dress because she told me Aerith liked pink and wanted to respect her favorite color. Seri really has grown fond of both Zack and Aerith these past few years. I've never seen her this excited unless it was Sephiroth coming home to take her to a fancy dinner and toy shopping. She's 7 years younger than him yet they're both a spitting image of each other. They definitely are siblings.

I remember the day my father showed us her, so small and frail. It was devastating to see her health decline when she reached 10 years. My dad did so much for her, even as he got up in age, he was like a father to her. His death put a toll on all of us, I stayed with Shinra because I had nowhere else to go. That's when I became on call for SOLDIER and mostly full time at the Hospital. I made a promise to my dad and myself.

Seri showed off her dresses and then from underneath she revealed the dress she swiped for me. It was a long sleek slender gown with a slit up the leg that stops at the thigh and has one strap. It was a dark blue with shimmers.

"oh no...that's no me..." I deflected.

"Come on Raven just try it on! You never wear dresses so how can you know?!" Seri pouts and shoved the dress and shoved me into the changing room, "imma go find ya shoes! Be right back!" With those parting words she wheeled herself away and I was alone. In the changing room. With a floor to ceiling mirror...

I placed the dress over me to get a feel then I started to undress from my uniform into this dress. Once it was on I saw myself. My figure helped but I had muscle. Was that sexy? Appealing? I even posed with my leg out the slit.

"Raven! I'm back with shoes!" Seri snapped me out my thoughts and shoved the shoe box under the door. I looked inside. They were black high heels...

"You sure about this Seri?" I called out.

"trust me!!!" Seri giggled.

I gulped and tried on the shoes. I looked at myself again and was amazed. Everything...matched me... Was Seri some kind of fashion genius? Maybe those fashion magazines around the hospital didn't help.

"come on out I wanna seeeeee!!!" Seri whined and scooted her wheelchair back.

I opened the door and revealed myself. The look on Seri's face said it all. She looked like she saw an angel.

"you look...amazing!!!!" She took a picture with her phone. "Sephi will FLIP when he sees you in this dress!!!"

"you think so?" I blushed.

"I know so! And with your silver earrings to match him it'll be perfect!!! Zack is already matching me with a pink tie already. He is not scared of pink!" Seri laughed.

I smiled, "then I'll get this dress. And maybe a necklace for both of us"

I quickly got unchanged and went to go pick out some necklaces. I got matching silver bang necklaces for us. I paid for the shopping spree and we headed on home to the apartment. Only god knows what will happen tonight...

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The ballroom of the venue was packed with higher ups and other important people. I adjusted my dress. My hair and make up fixed up to match my dress. I touched my necklace and took a deep breath and walked into the venue. Seri already left earlier with Sephiroth for the venue. She was adamant Sephiroth doesn't see me get dressed in my pretty gown. My heels clicked along the floor as my presence started to turn heads and unwanted whispers. Why am I so nervous?

Then I saw Seri and Zack talking it up in the SOLDIER section of the venue with our names on the tables on the outside of the dancefloor.

"well look who decided to show up!!" Zack chuckled, "you look pretty good in a dress and is that a clutch?!"

"yes Zack...and you look stunning in that suit. Really brings out your eyes" I teased. Zack's cheeks turned pink. "And your cheeks~"

Seri chuckled, "he at least has some good dance moves."

"Seri where is your brother?" I asked.

"over there next to the corporates and higher ups. He's been sipping champagne for an hour with them..." She pointed.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. The drunken fools started whistling at my appearance. I deflected their looks and focused on Sephiroth.

"Look who finally decided to wear make up after so long" Sephiroth commented as he left the drunken old men to come to me.

"you don't look half bad yourself" I adjusted his blue tie. I knew Seri would make him match me.

"Shall we go out to the balcony? Away from these fools and noise?" He suggested. I gladly accepted and we walked outside.

"I'm so used to the sound of the battlefield and hospital. Yet I always get nervous around other people." I chuckled. "At least Seri and Zack are having a great time."

Sephiroth chuckled and held Raven close, "who says we can't have our own fun out here? May I have this dance?"

I blushed and smiled, "you may" he soon pulled me in and we began slow dancing on the balcony to the muffled music of the ballroom. The moon shines full and bright above us.

We swayed back and forth and he spun me a few times. I knew he wasn't much for dancing but he learned to cheer me up when we were teenagers. He knew my father loved to dance with me. Even Genesis and Angeal got on the bandwagon. They were all my best friends. Well now I only have Sephiroth. Ever since we were young we were glued to the hip, even in battle we had each other's backs.

My heart started pounding faster at the thought of feelings for Sephiroth. Are we allowed? I'm not in SOLDIER anymore by default but I work with Seri now so it might be?

"you're making that face again~" Sephiroth spoke softly and snapped me out of my thoughts.

"what face?"

"the cute face you make when you're deep in thought or worried." Sephiroth smirked. Cute? Cute?!

"oh...sorry..." I chuckled embarrassingly.

"don't be sorry, I like it, besides you're beautiful tonight. Seri picked out a nice dress" he placed a hand on my hip, trailing his fingers against my exposed back, "and don't worry about the muscles, I like that about you, you're not dainty or fragile like Seri. Strong and stubborn."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, "you think so?"

"I know so" Sephiroth placed his other hand on my hip, leaning in closer to where we're almost nose to nose.

"I'm glad you said that, because I like a man who can keep me on my toes and always had my back for the past 25+ years" I stared into his eyes as the moonlight hit them.

"then I'll hold you to it for the rest of our lives. You've done too much to just be rewarded once" he leaned in closer.

"it's a promise" I closed the gap and kissed him. We held each other. He lifted me a bit to get one last jab at the toes statement. His chapped lips were soft and his hair was like silk. He even put it up for once in a low pony with a small braid.

We separated with a few good breaths between us. Was dad always right that I might end up with Sephiroth? I don't care, if it is true, I know where my heart lies tonight. It's definitely with him. Soon we were surprised to see Seri and Zack. Seri looked like she was about to lose it at the fact we finally kissed. Zack was dumbfounded that Sephiroth knew how to be romantic.

"I did it! I knew you guys would come out here! And you kissed!!!!" Seri squeaked out giggles and stumbled to her brother and I.

Sephiroth held her steady, "I guess your constant nagging about me staring and smiling paid off, little sister."

Seri smiled, "it's only a matter of time till I hear wedding bells! I wanna be the maid of honor! Can we invite Aerith?! Cloud?!"

"Slow down Hyperactive Kitten, it'll be way down the line for that possibility. What if we just eloped?" I chuckled.

"don't care! I still get wedding bells!" Seri smiled as Sephiroth twirled her around in his arm. She brought him so much joy. I don't remember a day where he tried to visit her and play with her, even being a muse for her paintings. She loved him just as much.

"maybe once I retire, we'll see about that" Sephiroth smiled.

Zack gasped, "you're leaving me all alone no fair! It'll just be me and Cloud!" He pouted playfully.

I laughed at his expression and we had a fun night for the rest of the evening. My feet were sore and tired from dancing. At the apartment I helped Seri get ready for bed and hung her cute dress up for her to look at in her room. I made my way to the other bedroom and got undressed into pajama shorts and a tank top. I wiped off all my make up.

Sephiroth was just in sweatpants as he looked at me with soft eyes. I walked to him and gave him another kiss. Memories of sharing a tent or a bed together on trips, even into older age, came into my mind. Entangling our bodies together to stay warm. Him placing his head on mine. Even in uniform it was comfy. Like we were two sides of one coin. We laid down in the large bed, embracing each other, with me laying my head on his chest. Listening to his strong heart. His strong arm wrapped around my figure. My olivey complexion is a clear difference from his pale skin.

"Goodnight Sephiroth" I yawned softly.

"Goodnight Raven...I love you" He smiled.

"I love you too"

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[oneatlatime]

The Northern Air Temple

Some thoughts before we get into the episode:

-I feel like Sokka got more lines in the first half of the season. Don't know if that's true, but that's what it feels like.

-I feel like Katara and Zuko have evened out a bit compared to the first half of the season. Certainly Katara hasn't done anything too annoying in a few episodes, and Zuko at least makes (a very small amount of) sense now, thanks to The Storm.

-I need more Appa.

Episode Time!

Wait

This episode apparently has the option of commentary. I'll save that for a rewatch.

Now it's episode time

A surprisingly ominous musical sting for the opening title card. Kind of reminiscent of Jet's musical sting.

We must be getting pretty close to the north pole because the parkas are back.

Oh my god actual airbenders? Is this show's title a lie? Avatar: Upon Further Investigation, One of Several Airbenders.

Also did that storytelling guy just charge his own great-grandfather for listening to his own story told back to him? Who's the real cheapskate?

Sokka whittles! That's a nice touch. Gotta have something to occupy your time on long polar nights. I think it's a beaver with a hat? How does Sokka know what a beaver is? There are no trees at the south pole. Unless it's a chipmunk. But those don't exist at the south pole either.

optimist = liar is an underrated take. And very Sokka.

The southern Air Temple was much more colourful than this. Maybe sunsets suck up north? Also those are live people. Living breathing non-corpses. Doing airbendy things. I am confused.

ok paragliders! Not airbenders. You know Aang must have been crushed by that bait and switch. He copes with it better than I would.

They may not be airbenders but this is still some pretty fancy flying. Obviously these glider people have been at this for a while. Do you think, in the absence of airbenders, non-benders were like "welp, somebody's gotta do it"?

Nailed it. Meng's right. He does have big ears.

My god I hope this kid does regular maintenance on his brakes. He came in hot.

This kid (Tayo?) is really sweet actually. He's got that same sort of sincere joy that Aang does when he's happy. Like when he was laughing at Pipsqueak's name. An ersatz airbender having an airbender's joy is cleverly done.

You couldn't have moved that pipe six inches up? Tayo may call his dad a mastermind, but this reeks of sloppy planning and building on the fly. This is the kind of plumbing dead end I'd plumb myself into, because I don't know how to plumb. What's the plumbing equivalent of cable management? Because these people need it.

I get it. This episode is going to be a commentary on the world moving on during the last century.

There was a deliberate conscious choice made here. You couldn't accidentally decapitate the monks every time you installed a pipe. Even if there wasn't a conscious choice to be destructive, there had to have been a conscious choice to be callous. Poor Aang's day is just getting worse and worse.

How does piping hot air everywhere result in goop?

Now moved on to literally decapitating monks. Come on guys, I was being facetious.

"This whole place stinks!" Buddy I could not agree more.

Then again: "Who said you could be here?" Can't agree with this one. How could they have asked for permission to move in? The only airbender around was frozen. This conflict is going to have to find a middle ground. Obviously these new guys are taking it way too far, but Aang has no right to expect the world to have been left unchanged for a century. Honestly I'm surprised that no one had moved in to the Southern Air Temple. It didn't occur to me when I watched that episode, but we've seen enough war-torn villages since that I'm surprised the air temples haven't been claimed by refugees.

"We're just in the process of improving upon what's already here" would be a much more convincing justification if it wasn't being spouted by someone standing in a giant hole created by a wrecking ball. Although kudos to this guy for seeing an opportunity to help his son and his people. Heart's in the right place, but I'm kind of questioning the execution.

"Progress has a way of getting away from us" another underrated take!

Tayo's dad's mannerisms are strange. He's giving me Willy Wonka vibes (Gene Wilder, not Johnny Depp).

Four o'Candle. I won't lie, that's funny. Gotta wonder how the rest of the world tells the time, if this guy invented timekeeping.

I regret taking this screenshot.

That's sweet, showing Aang the one untouched room. This Tayo is quite empathetic and perceptive, unlike his father. Also a good point about the animals. They never left.

I'm sorry, but the Southern Air Temple is just so much prettier.

Interesting storage choice. Do you think that was an airbender thing or a later addition?

Aren't fireflies a warm weather thing? Maybe someone at the temple has a pet firefly colony?

A natural gas PSA. Was not expecting that. Huh.

Pretty neat that Tayo has intuitively figured out what airbenders need to fly, even if he doesn't have the vocabulary to express it. Once again Aang recovering from disappointments way faster than I could. He said he wouldn't open the door maybe three minutes ago? And now he will. Truly too pure for this world.

This episode is going all over the place but the bug jokes are good.

What do you want to bet that the airbending door opening is footage reused from the Southern Air Temple?

I'm enjoying Sokka having someone to vibe with intellectually (who respects him as an equal - yay!) but I also feel like I'm seeing thirty years into Sokka's future if for some reason Katara stops with the occasional smacks upside the head.

Do you think Tayo's dad is so loopy because his head's in the clouds?

Did not see that coming. Also how many times is poor Aang going to get kicked around this episode? The airbenders that weren't, the temple that was modified to high hell, now the temple sanctum as a fire nation weapons vault. Ouch.

It does track though. Imprisoned shows that the Fire Nation has no qualms about exploitation - in that case, prison labour to build their fleet, and earth kingdom coal to power it. Makes sense that they would strong arm the mechanically minded into helping them as soon as an opportunity presented. Is that how the Fire Nation has gotten so far, shamelessly using anything and anyone that can be exploited? How many Fire Nation innovations are originally someone else's? Hot take: the Fire Nation is Thomas Edison.

Aang can do Bitchslaps!!!! This is wonderful! I demand more of these in future.

"We control the sky. That's something the Fire Nation can't do." So that fire nation hot air balloon I saw in the sanctum was for exploring the sea floor?

Ever seen that thing where two incredibly smart people get together and somehow manage to completely cancel out each others' intellects?

Ever-vigilant to roasting opportunities, Katara lands a perfect burn.

I guess actual murder bombs don't fly in a kids' show. But why not? Flaming fire ball catapults, crack archery squads, and actual past genocide are ok, but bombs aren't?

Aang, squadrons aren't very pacifist of you.

All those guys Aang buried with the air scooter are dead. Also not very pacifist.

Winchable tanks. Very clever. Wanna bet they stole that idea too?

This made me laugh. I was expecting some sort of advanced flamethrower technology but it's actually the bending equivalent of leaning out a hole in the wall to throw rocks. This is Flintstones Technology.

Since when are Katara's pants white?

Winchable, self-righting tanks? That's far too cool for the bad guys to have.

Told you it wasn't Fire Nation tech. Although Tayo's pride in his dad's counterbalancing system is maybe a tad misplaced, saying as that system is being used to attack his home. Oops?

YEEESSS! GLORY TO THE BEAST!!!!!

Upon being informed that the tanks run on a water counterbalance system, Katara, instead of exploiting this, decides that now is the time to remember that she is a waterbender (something she forgot despite spending the last few days (?) surrounded by snow), and uses ice to take the wheels off, what - two tanks? - and then decides to retreat and wait for her brother to save the day. See, this is what happens when Sokka isn't there to do her thinking for her.

Isn't wearing the enemy' insignia a big nono? Then again, a century of war is a big nono too, so I doubt anyone's going to quibble it.

Why are they dropping slime on tanks? How does slime stop them?

In a rare moment of Katara-thought, Sokka loses his mind and throws the whole furnace out of the balloon, rather than just opening it and scooping out some burning fuel. Sokka is so used to doing Katara's thinking for her that he's out of practice at doing his own thinking.

And the temple is still standing, how? Sokka just killed like hundreds of fire nation guys.

Note to self: always pack a spare firebender when travelling by hot air balloon.

Sigh. Saw it coming. Do you think Tayo's dad got the inspiration for the balloon's shape from those guys' hats?

Final thoughts

This episode was a bit of a mess, wasn't it? How many plot threads are they trying to juggle here? -preservation v. innovation -the spirit of airbending living on in Tayo -collaborating with the enemy -the plight of refugees -Natural gas PSA -Sokka the genius -Disability opening up alternate abilities -Guess who now has the ability to meet Aang on his own playing field?

These are all worth talking about, but maybe over the course of two episodes, maybe even three. Cramming this all into one episode means at best that your characters are going to be doing 180s at record speed (Aang and the airbending door), at worst that your characters are going to be nonsensical pastiches that serve the plot rather than act as humans (Tayo's dad is disturbingly all over the place).

The ever-present tensions between the preservation of the past and the needs of the present - in other words - honouring the ancestors v. supporting the descendants, is a very real, very ongoing conflict inherent to humanity as a whole. It's a whole industry: Cultural Resource Management. It's definitely worth talking about. But this was so ham-fisted. Avatar doesn't usually do ham-fisted; they've set a high standard for themselves in other episodes and I will hold them to that. I think sticking this theme into an episode that included so much else was what caused the less-than-subtle handling. There simply wasn't time to do it justice.

I would have liked if Aang and the temple dwellers reached a compromise at the end, rather than Aang completely giving over. Keep Aang's dialogue about Hermit Crabs (why are they black and white?) but then add a couple of lines about how now that the fire nation are gone, the sanctum can be returned to how it ought to be, or promise to decapitate no more monks. Just a couple of lines. Ultimately the temple dwellers are right that they need a place to live, but you can be right in a wrong way. A wrecking ball way. And you can preserve while innovating. It's possible. Wouldn't it have been on-brand if the episode ended with a compromise - you know, balance?

That being said, there was a lot that was good this episode. Tayo is a sweetheart. I loved the fact that he's in a wheelchair and it's not even really mentioned. His wheelchair doesn't even figure in the plot - it's just part of his character design. It's given the same weight as a character wearing glasses would have. I would love it if all physical differences could be treated with the same level of 'I don't care' as a character having glasses. So often in fiction, disabled characters are written with a disability rather than a personality, so it's nice to see it done properly here.

The unwilling Fire Nation collaborator thing definitely feels like a situation that could happen, but I don't like that Tayo's dad was so intent on not being blamed for it. He's an adult, and sometimes being an adult means owning up to stuff. Obviously he's in a rock and a hard place situation, and it's not his fault that he's stuck there (not like he had a choice) but he seemed more intent on getting Tayo to absolve him of blame than to actually explain. His first line upon being confronted being "you don't understand!" rankled.

There's no way that every adult in the temple didn't know it was happening, right? But they agreed to keep it from the kids? We see that Tayo's dad works with a crew when he's wrecking stuff for a bathouse (!!!), and I sincerely doubt that the stuff he built in the air sanctum was the work of only one person. That would have been a cool angle to explore, not that this episode needed yet more angles: The lies we tell our children.

The natural gas PSA didn't bother me at all. It did feel ham-fisted, but if this episode taught even one kid to look out for the smell of rotten eggs, then it's a win. Natural gas is serious stuff and not to be messed with. Anything that teaches kids that is good, no matter how ham-fisted.

Regarding the natural gas, I guess it came from the slime? But I don't know where the slime came from? It could also be unrelated to the slime, in which case the original airbenders would have kept it under control by airbending it away? It's a shoehorned-in PSA, I'm probably giving it too much thought.

Sokka collaborating with an equally intellectual adult that actively seeks his input is lovely to see, although I personally found Tayo's dad to be off-putting. Must have been a confidence boost for Sokka though.

Sokka and Katara both having brainfarts this episode was some rare sibling solidarity.

Poor Aang this episode just kept getting stomped on. This has been a rough few episodes for Aang. He majorly goofs up in Bato of the Water Tribe, he majorly goofs up (this time with consequences) in the Deserter, and now he gets to see that there is truly nothing the fire nation hasn't gotten their grubby hands on - and if there is, others have ruined it anyway. Can this poor guy have a break next episode? Maybe ride some giant animals? Giant hybrid animals?

I do like Tayo as kind of the next generation of airbenders. Iroh and the Deserter (not spelling that guy's name) both give me the impression that bending is as much philosophy as it is physical thing. It's neat to see that, while airbending is gone, airbending philosophy can remain. Can in fact pretty much spontaneously regenerate under the right conditions. I wonder, after enough generations of nonbenders thinking like airbenders, could airbending reappear?

The word I keep coming back to is ham-fisted. We're nearing the end of the season; maybe the writers had a bunch of leftover ideas they really wanted to use that they couldn't fit elsewhere? I'll rewatch this one just to listen to the commentary, but otherwise I think it's pretty meh.

Appa unleashing beast mode on a couple of tanks may well be the highlight of this episode.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the northern air temple #avatar the last airbender

[atalienart]

Long explanation why I don't have enough ectoplasm to rattle doodles. It's nothing important, just stupid thoughts in the morning.

I know I should post art but when I sit and draw and think I'll have to post it I feel miserable. I'm so impatient with everything when I feel this pressure to please. I start a drawing and want to abandon it instantly. I have ideas and sometimes I really want to draw but the thought of posting art on social media sucks all the fun out of the process. And everything I draw turns out awful. I'm so not happy with my skills right now too. I want to draw for myself and not to think about who's going to see the results, but then there's this voice that says "you have to post something, artists are creating all the time, their works look stunning, they do projects and stuff, and you're so lazy and useless, and your art lost all the quality, you don't improve, no wonder people don't want to see your stuff anymore" idk. I'm aware social media changed, the algorithm doesn't help, things people like switch constantly and I don't even want to get passionate about anything because I blink and all of a sudden everyone likes some new shiny thing. I don't want to keep up with the trends. I'm tired of catching those gossamer threads that tear when I want to hold them for a while longer. I guess that's why I created my own little world where I can build my love for it brick by brick, word after word, spend a whole year in it and not get enough. But then... it feels pretty lonely in this world. I look at the other side through a glass wall and don't feel like I belong anywhere. I just look. And I think, maybe if I give more, post more art, then it will feel less lonely, because people will react and I won't be invisible, for a little while I will exist in that other world. But I'm not sure being a ghost who haunts people from time to time, rattles a shitty doodle in front of them and then disappears is the best choice. Welp, sucks to be me because I don't know how to be anything else but the ghost. Anyway, I guess I don't have enough ectoplasm to rattle doodles this time. Maybe next time.

#jabbernaty

[mythoughtsonfilm]

the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes (2023)

rating: stop making war criminals hot/10

*spoilers*

-ok. so. i wasn't going to be one of those people.

-the people that just hop on the "snow is hot" bandwagon.

-but, alas...

-please don't expect any genuine analysis here, there is nothing even remotely close to that present at this time

-anyway. let's start from the top.

-the seventeen semi-unnecessary shirtless/shower/half-naked-sulking scenes they managed to cram in these first three seconds is actually kind of impressive

-i'm not complaining.

-i see all the snow family fortune is funneling directly into the Coriolanus bleach and tone fund

-the only thing running through my mind is book snow's inner monologue

-"district scum" keeps coming to me in flashes

-hop skip and jump to the reaping scene

-peter dinklage will slay no matter the occasion.

-and viola davis

-"i'm part of that litter" PLEASE

-i'm sorry. not a joking matter. sometimes i get too caught up on dialogue choices.

-"sing your way out of this one lucy gray."

-welp.

-omgggg he's so considerate showing up to the train like that

-what a sweet, caring guy

-i was so caught off guard by them literally dumping them into the zoo

-as if that's what should catch me off guard.

-dare i say snow is a bit of a devious betch

-dude has zero friends and is still managing to betray every one

-never trust a blond man, that's what i always say

-a PLATINUM blond at that

-i've lost the plot a bit

-literally

-anyway

-wait let's discuss that rejected kiss. i turned away from the screen tbh. can't handle the embarrassment.

-if i wasn't already missing the entire point of the movie, the "take off your shirt"-single-tear-stitching-up-of-the-wound moment definitely shoved me into the oblivious observer territory

-(i promise i took more from this movie than i'm letting on)

-(really)

-but now let's pop back to the games

-scream queens is preventing me from believing the rat poisoning situation but i'm trying to ignore that

-lucy slay baerd

-eh. sorry.

-HE CHEATED THE GAMES FOR HER

-he was just sending water. HE WAS JUST SENDING WATER. ugh.

-how could this possibly go wrong? he's so sweet and nice 🥰

-see, i think he thinks he's really smart but genuinely how do you use a monogrammed handkerchief to break the law??

-now, i understand he wanted to go to 12 and all, but using his family's literal last dime in this world to pay his way there is rubbing me the wrong way

-could it be? a(nother)? red? flag?

-ok so we're all just gonna pretend that scene of him facing the wall wasn't concerning to feminism.

-buzzcut era for the win

-sejanus and him should just kiss already.

-his utter commitment to being a peacekeeper is so jarring.

-suzanne collins knew what she was doing with these songs

-the punch.

-katniss reference, cute cute

-so sorry--did he LEAVE during the song NAMED after him?????

-oh lucy gray. you are far too good for him.

-so i'm thinking i need to wrap this up

-oops. shot someone there. whoops. got someone else strung up there. mistaaaakes. we all make em.

-"my old self"

-the old snow can't come to the phone right now...

-anyway.

-never in my life have i seen someone pitch a fit like this, get a grip

-hilarious how he just casually strolls back into 12 after that conniption.

-"you look just like your father" as you should, tigris.

-*villainous, brooding stroll across multiple lanes of traffic*

-the rainbow imagery. love.

-the hair timeline is really not working for me here, i feel like we skipped some vital info, but it's fine

-oh that callback was phenomenal booming through the theater

-i don't consider myself that dense, but i did, in fact, have to watch this entire movie and re-listen to "can't catch me now" to realize that's literally the whole movie right there. yikes.

-snow lands on top.

-god i hope so.

-i'm so sorry.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #review #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #this is so embarrassing for me actually

[mornin-firebreather]

Jam is over... so, now what?

Welp, the eighth Strawberry Jam has officially come to an end. Because of this, I wanna take a brief moment to share what I've learned the past month-and-a-half and my future plans up to this point...

As you may recall from my previous post, I made the choice to pause production on my current project to enter in this year's jam. I did this because I thought it'd be the perfect opportunity for me to take a small break from working on the same game I've been putting all of my attention towards for the past year now, and instead explore newer ideas that I've been wanting to tap into for a while.

I knew ahead of time that with a full-time job outside of game dev, this was gonna be a struggle. I would have to find the right amount of wiggle room within my busy day-to-day schedule to work on a fresh project under a tight deadline. And welp... the results kinda spoke for themselves. I ended up with an untested, unstable, nearly unplayable game by the time submissions closed. No matter how many bug fixes I tried to make postmortem, the game's concept just didn't work.

I'm gonna be completely frank here... this made me really upset the last couple of weeks. It completely shattered my confidence as a game dev and I nearly scrubbed my submission from the judging panel because I wasn't happy with what I made. But ultimately, I had to remind myself of just how much time and effort I put into this thing already. It would just make me feel worse thinking I did all this work for nothing.

All in all, though, this experience has made me understand my limitations a bit more. I felt trapped in my current project, like Mornin' Firebreather was the only thing I was meant to work on and nothing else. I was starting to feel a bit fatigued, so I used this opportunity as an excuse to break out of this cycle I've created for myself. But now I know that relying on a timed game jam to scratch this itch I've been having wasn't the right approach.

So now, what does this mean for the future of my game dev journey? The jam is over, so what're the next steps from here? Well... now I have a second project under my belt. Despite its flaws, the story is still something I'm quite proud of and honestly one I can't discard just because the game itself is crap. Therefore, I'm gonna be taking additional time to do some serious maintenance on The Makeup Exam (*without* a time constraint). I'll keep the original jam version up until maybe the end of this coming weekend, but then I'll remove it from itch and eventually do a re-release with an actual, playable product.

With that being said, I'm also gonna turn this Tumblr blog into a general game dev one, where I'll be posting devlogs and updates for ALL of my games instead of just Mornin' Firebreather. Now, this doesn't mean that I'm quitting production on Mornin' Firebreather. I still have big plans for that game that I haven't forgotten about 😜

But yea... that's pretty much it. I know this update was a little longer than usual, just had a lot going through my mind as of late.

#update #announcement #retro #retrospective #game jam #game dev #indie dev #indie games #devlog

[ophexis]

Yesterday I cooked hot dog burritos from The Neopets Cookbook! I didn't make the post yesterday because I got very sleepy after eating 3 hot dogs. Anyway-

I made 3 versions of it, one exactly like the book (minus mustard cuz I don't like yellow mustard), one with relish (cuz i like my hot dogs with relish) and one more fajita-style with lettuce, salsa, and some tomatoes cuz i felt like eating tomatoes. Alas I did not have sour cream to complete.

The recipe is very, very simple. The only cooking you'll be doing is caramelizing onions. I also got a bit too into caramelizing the onions and forgot you're supposed to salt and season them at the beginning lmao but that's ok.

The recipe only uses a bit of oil but i wanted these onions to pop off so I added a chunk of butter lmao

Some of mine did end up burning a little because I got distracted making a huge mess with my lettuce on the side. u-u I just removed the burnt onions and moved on.

The recipe honestly also doesn't caramelise them for that long but was I gonna let that stop me? No. (Anyway be patient and don't use super high heat with your onions!)

"Well I wouldn't have burnt them."

Then you only have to simmer 4 hot dogs or substitute of choice (or grill them, if you have a grill or a grill pan!), heat up your tortillas, and prepare for assembly. That's it!

Honestly I kind of expected the default version to be a bit boring, but it ended up being the better of the 3 I think. The ketchup was just better with a hot dog (relish too!). The lettuce/tomato/salsa was good but the flavors just didn't marry that well with the hot dog lmao. With chicken it would've been great. But this is what science is for! I also found that the pre-made fajita seasoning (or the amount they ask for) didn't really do a whole lot, flavor-wise, but idk if its bc I put it in too late or if I should just make the mix myself next time. And also the fully loaded one was difficult to close and made a huge mess while eating.

There was something comical about these hot dogs man.

The tortilla isn't anything special with the hot dog, its flavor got kinda lost, but it was a fun thing to eat (enrichment!) and would make a great party food I think. If I make this again I'd probably half it because that made a lot for one mortal woman. And also if you're alone the assembly takes some times and everything gets cold. welp!

SO final word is that this is nothing special, but it's fun to eat, tastes good, and is incredibly customisable. I mean you can put whatever sausage you want in there. Whatever topping. Go wild! This is what Hubert would want.

#neopets #Phex cooking adventures

[ruelin024]

*apppears in your askbox like the absolute gremlin i am* mmm a few questions heuehhuehehue fav sans? fav ship (if oyu have one, that includes self insert)? and will you ever do ditys and if so, how long do you think?

😖You've been in my inbox for 5+ days, since for some reason, as simple as the questions are, I couldn't seem to pinpoint my favorites.

Like if you asked me my favorite anime, book, etc. My head goes whoosh then my damn brain turns into a smooth mofo.

Sorry if the reply is too long, I dunno if I went off topic, I probably did?

I love a lot of things… Yes. I would make a list… but then I wouldn’t stop. If I had to settle for one Sans, it’d be OG Classic. The Origin, The Legend, The #1 Tumblr Sexyman, Sans the Skeleton. The other top fav Sans at the top of my list would be Fell, Horror, Lust, and Nightmare, and it goes on.

But to tell yah the truth I am more of a Papyrus Simp, I realize this sometimes whenever I come across any type of OG or AU Papyrus art. It’s a hard choice. My mind and body goes to Sans, but in a way my affection is with both, but mostly Papyrus. I don't know if that makes sense, it feels like two-timing. I should draw more of Papyrus, even out the simping scales. \(￣︶￣*\)

I just love drawings Sans a lot tbh. q(≧▽≦q)

In terms of ships? (I heard the topic of shipping can be complicated or an issue) ... So. Hmm. from what I've self-evaluated to myself. I don't really have a favorite... :D I think? Cause most of the time I choose to neither like nor dislike because love and hate are too strong of an emotion for me to deal with. Disliking things makes me feel tired and I can only handle so much fangirling/boying before my feral emotional levels exceed my capacity to remain conscious. With the amount of words I’ve said so far, I am proving I am a walking contradiction.

Anyway, I'm a welcome all-type of person, I'm neutral as long as no harm is being done. Meaning I am the type to also dabble in a ton of things. (゜-゜) (´◑ω◐`)

(Either I am what I say I am🤔, or I just haven't known/met the wrong people enough in my life to feel the need/want to make a whole DNI list 😅.)

The first ship I drew was y/n x sans au and I have drawn Error and Blue together for a cute ditys. I've been meaning to attempt drawing more ships, but not at the moment.

One insert ship I'm into at this time, that I can recall at the top of my head is an artist called @/mothiepixie (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) 😆💖

Also! I actually made it to 100 followers last month! I wanted to make a dtiys on such an occasion, but someone did a wrist twist move on me and now I can't exert my fingers or wrist that much, so I'm doing doodles or working on past WIP I've already started on ever so slowly.

I haven't gotten the chance to figure out what I’d draw exactly for a dtiys. If I were to make one now, it’d be at least 2-4 months to maybe a whole year in duration, depends.

Would I make prizes? I'd probably give everyone who participated a simple drawn prize for my first DTIYS (maybe☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)), then for the next DTIYSs I would do top 3 or 4-5 five winners. 

Welp, tis my answer you absolute gremlin, handing me the most complicated question which I indeed sure overcomplicated and being in the back of my head for the past few days. 🤣👌💕 Thank you! 😂

#answered #thank you for the ask! #i talk too much #sorry for the late reply #hopefully you've got yer answers :D #hopefully this makes sense

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@ckfemslashnetwork

COBRA KAI SAPPHIC SUMMER WEEK 4 CAMPFIRE/STARLIGHT

***

Good girl, sad boy Big city, wrong choices We had one thing going on I swear that it was something ‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights A color I’ve searched for since

But one thing after another Lost in situations, circumstances Miscommunications and I Have to say By the way I just may like some explanations

Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was making fun of you But 15 seconds later they were clapping, too? Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much Do you wish you could still touch her? It’s just a question

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise Did you realize out of time She was on your mind With some dickhead guy That you saw that night But you were on something

It was one drink after another Caught in politics and gender roles And you’re not sure and I don’t know Got swept away in the gray I just may like to have a conversation

Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was making fun of you But 15 seconds later they were clapping, too? Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much Do you wish you could still touch her? It’s just a question

Does it feel like everything’s just like second-best after that meteor strike? And what’s that, that I heard? That you’re still with her? That’s nice, I'm sure that’s what’s suitable And right But tonight

Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was making fun of you But fifteen seconds later they were clapping, too? Then what did you do? Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much Do you wish you could still touch her? It’s just a question

***

HEY HI HELLO, barely finished this before the end of the event!!! Was supposed to be done by the middle of last week...whoops ^^;

Anyways, remember how I said that Midnights has an absurd number of YasMoon songs on it??? WELP.

I SURE AS HELL WASN'T DONE AFTER MAROON.

I've been playing with the idea of doing something for the girls relating to Question for a while now, since you could really take the gayest possible interpretation of this song XD Like if the narrator is actually asking herself said question, then the whole thing is just a sad lesbian beating herself up for not working harder to hold onto a good relationship. Like I think we've all had those kinds of conversations with ourselves where we're like "Ugh, I can't believe you snuck out of her house in the middle of the night. Do you wish you'd fought for her more? I bet you do. Loser." Maybe it's just me because I have mental back-and-forths with myself all the time, half of which end up being roasting XD And that would be like 10x as true if I was a teenage closeted disaster lesbian, like our favorite offshoot Regina George!!!

ALSO "She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night" is EXACTLY how Yasmine was about Moon and Hawk all damn summer while she was in France and I will not be taking criticisms at this time. Like I can just imagine this bitch obsessively stalking Moon's instagram and muttering in disdain about "this stupid dickwad and his stupid hair and his stupid tattoos and his stupid karate and his stupid smirk and his stupid girlfriend-stealing tendencies--" And then her family or whoever walks in like "Hey Yasmine wanna go get croque-monsieurs" and then she spends the entire brunch ranting about how annoying Hawk is XD And the next brunch. And the next brunch. And the next brunch. And then she posts photos in her and Moon's matching bikini out of spite.

(Also, not me realizing while rewatching for this that Season 3 is the only season where Yasmine has any scenes whatsoever without Moon present. Like if not lesbian, why follow Moon Nolastname around like a sad little simp!!! What is the reason!!! From S4 onwards, Yasmine never strays more than like 7 feet away from Moon at any given time and I'm NOT supposed to read that as gay as shit??? Fuck OFF It's almost like it's not straight to be obsessed with being close to another woman to the point that literally every time we see you, you're her +1 kasjdhuifkhydyug)

Fic preview under the cut!!! This is one of my favorite previews that I've written so far :3

CW for internalized lesbophobia and the brief use of a lesbophobic slur.

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

***

It’s a formula as old as time.

The tortured, damaged bad boy with his whole roster of issues. The sweet, endlessly patient girl with no shortage of comforting words and soft touches. A pairing so natural that no one thinks twice about it.

And Yasmine fucking hates it more than anything else in the goddamn world.

Fuck the sad boys. Fuck their stupid issues, and fuck them thinking that the sensual touch of a kind girl is all they need to be whole. And most of all, fuck them for taking what’s rightfully hers and hers alone.

It was never Aisha getting the jump on her that she hated.

Sure, the wedgie hurt like a bitch. Sure, watching her lowest moment go viral was mortifying.

But the sting dissolved as soon as she boarded the plane for Paris. In a month tops, it all seemed inconsequential.

What really seared itself in her mind was the look on that stupid blue-haired boy’s face, watching with sadistic glee as she lost everything. Looking down smugly as he laid claim to the only thing that ever really mattered in her sorry life.

Well, she tells herself. What did you expect? It’s not like Moon didn’t have options.

Because that’s the core of all this, isn’t it? The truth that it feels like ripping her own nails out to admit.

Moon didn’t have to settle for her. She hadn’t for a long time.

Maybe even from the day they met, Moon could have done better.

She’s worked her way up to co-captain of the cheer squad, second-in-command only to an upperclassman with seniority. She’s the most vied for darling of every boy in school, with everyone from Brucks to the (straight) theater kids to the band geeks to the outcasts wanting a piece.  Even the girls from the gymnastics team and the soccer team stare at her during pep rallies.

And that’s to say nothing of the people she befriends at cheer meets. The kids from other schools and extracurriculars and country clubs and Encino mixers and even mall hangouts who’re immediately drawn to Moon, wanting to get as much of that hot body and infectious personality as they can.

She has a way of worming her way into you. Making you love her, whether you want to or not. Making you want to follow her anywhere, jogging to keep up as she brings a strange mixture of irresistible energy and soothing calm wherever she goes.

Moon is well-named. She really is a bright, beautiful spot in a whole lot of fucking nothing. Surrounded by a void of boring people and wannabe suck-ups trying to match her light, no one else comes close.

It’s pathetic to even try. Yasmine certainly never could.

Perhaps what always tied Yasmine’s stomach up like some kind of fucked-up ribbon was the fear that maybe, somewhere out there, there was someone who could match Moon’s momentum. Her kindness. Her openness. Her confidence. The general feel about her where spending time with her was easier than breathing.

Or, well, LA was the city of movie stars. If any kid acted the part well enough—the perfect match for the perfect girl—then Moon would be none the wiser.

The point is that Moon isn’t short on choices. She looks for long enough, and she’ll find someone to her liking. Someone who treats her better and more fairly than she’s known for a while.

Yasmine just hoped that after everything, Moon would’ve chosen better than…that.

To be clear, she and Moon were never together. Not in a relationship. Not dating. Not going out. Not whatever the hell else people wanted to call it when they walked down the hallway giggling and holding hands, or blew through summer job money to take each other to expensive dinners.

She and Moon were steamy nights in the back of her Range Rover. Stolen kisses under the football bleachers. Fingers brushing and lightly clasping when Yasmine was sure no one would notice. Every excuse for bodily contact at school dances, when all the other kids were too busy grinding on each other to see. Wandering hands and wandering eyes that they could blame on the weed if they needed to.

Yasmine always resisted putting a name to it. It felt like that would make it a little too real. A little too close to cementing a truth she desperately needs to will out of existence.

But whatever it was, it was something.

And since Moon’s been gone, the skies have lost their violet.

***

“Shhh, shhh! They’re coming!”

There wasn’t much room under the lounge couch. Yasmine wasn’t sure if that made her situation better or worse.

One of Moon’s hands was entwined with hers as they lay on the floor, the other pressed warningly across her mouth. She was submerged in a strange world of warm, compressed darkness, dangling sofa flaps blocking out the rest of the world and sealing them in.

Only her and Moon, squished into this narrow little cubbyhole and on the cusp of something Yasmine could feel was truly absurd.

Footsteps entered the room. Creaking floorboards, shuffling on carpets, faint men’s voices.

“Hello? Anyone still in here?”

The gruff question received no answer.

“All right, then. Let’s close ‘er up for the night.”

More heavy footfalls, the jingling and clicking of a key in a lock, the closing of a door…then silence.

After several seconds, Yasmine tried to ask when the hell they could get out of there. It came out as muffled nonsense, Moon’s hand still pressing her lip balm.

Moon shushed her again. It felt like an eternity before the brunette girl finally broke the silence.

“Okay. We’re good to come out.”

They untangled their hands and scooted across the milky Persian rug, wiggling out from under the sofa in an undignified, giggling heap.

“See? Told you.” Moon snickered. “The custodian guys never bother actually checking if the lounge is empty. They don’t give a shit.”

Yasmine scoffed. “So why wait a million years for them to leave?”

“Well, like, if they heard a noise, they’d go check it out.” Moon shrugged. “They have the most boring job ever. It’d give them something to do. But also like…they’re not gonna go out of their way if it’s all just ‘business as usual’ stuff.”

“Right. So you wait 10 extra minutes because you want to stay trapped under a couch with a hot girl.”

For a moment, Moon looked flustered. Yasmine savored it.

Finally, Moon smirked. “Well, that, yeah. But also those guys are always gone in 10 minutes. 7 minutes to take a smoke break in the bathroom, 3 minutes to walk to the elevator. Works every time.”

“Wh—” Yasmine pursed her lips.

Moon stood, offering her a hand. “My parents have been taking me here since I was little. I’ve had plenty of time to perfect the routine.”

She raised an eyebrow as Moon helped her up. “What routine? You still haven’t told me what the actual plan is here.”

“Wait and see, Yas.”

Moon wove her way through the dark lounge, skirting couches, recliners, and glass-paned coffee tables lit only by the outside Santa Monica nightlife. Everything in the usually bustling room had a strange, surreal quality to it, from the blank wall TVs to the tidy potted plants to the shelves stuffed with porcelain urns and decorative seashell jars.

In the dim light, everything seemed so…hollow. Tinged with an artificial neon glow devoid of any real substance.

Moon wasn’t like that, though. Which is why it was strange as hell she’d found anything to be that excited about in that still, abandoned room.

She tried the door leading to the hallway. The handle wouldn’t budge.

Yasmine waited patiently for her to pull out some spare key she’d swiped, or reroute them to a different door. Instead Moon looked almost pleased, turning back toward the lounge interior.

“What—” Yasmine sputtered in disbelief. “Now look what you’ve done! You’ve got us locked in this stupid room until morning!”

“That’s the point,” Moon said evenly. “No one’s going to bother us here.”

Yasmine tensed with dread.

“What were you thinking?!” she hissed. “What are we going to eat?”

“Relax!” Moon laughed, waving a hand. “There’s a kitchenette. For like…catering and shit. Where do you think they keep all that fresh fruit they put out?”

She gestured to an open door off to the side, the glint of tiles and chrome appliances just visible through it.

Yasmine must’ve still looked skeptical. Moon chuckled.

“We’re not here for fruit, though.”

Moon set off across the room with that flawless, confident gait of hers, leaving Yasmine stumbling after. It was ironic, really—Yasmine was always the one who led the way, and she’d spent all night constantly wondering what Moon would do next. Waiting in suspense when she could usually pin Moon’s actions with some degree of precision.

Went to show there really was something different about Moon, compared to all the other types of girls she tended to be friends with. Moon was so…predictably unpredictable.

And when you’d had your entire life planned out since you were 4, there was an undeniable mystique in someone where you never knew quite what you were going to get.

The next moment, Yasmine sucked in her breath.

“Oh my god. You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”

Moon didn’t even look up, now perched on the windowsill and fiddling with every latch.

She was an elegant silhouette against the great semicircular pane of glass, starlight and the flashing neons of the pier outlining her with a bright glow. She looked like she had one of those auras she was always going on about.

“My parents stayed here mostly for like…schmoozing stuff, so I got really bored sometimes,” she explained, in between (admittedly adorable) grunts of effort. “Poked around in anything I could keep myself busy with. So don’t worry—I’ve done this long enough to know how to be safe about everything.”

“Safe?” Yasmine groaned. “Oh, no.”

The center of the window swung open with a creak. Yasmine glanced around instinctively, half expecting a security guard to melt out of the shadows and start yelling.

Moon laughed again.

“Yas, chill! That’s why we waited 10 minutes.”

She hopped off the sill.

The next moment she was standing on the roof of the Casa del Mar, offering Yasmine her hand.

The other girl must have stared for a while. Moon frowned, hand faltering.

“Are you coming?”

“We’re walking across unstable roof tiles we could easily slip on and go plummeting to our deaths. Like…voluntarily.”

“Just trust me.”

“But my shoes—”

“Take them off!”

Yasmine looked down at the designer platform heels.

“You want me to prance around some filthy, bird shit-covered roof. With, like, nails and tile shards sticking up everywhere. Barefoot.”

Moon only giggled.

“I’ve done this a million times. I know the places where the birds don’t crap and the tiles are stable. Follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.”

Yasmine sighed, already kicking off the footwear very much not made to scale hotel roofs. She climbed onto the sill, reaching down to grab her friend’s hand.

“I hope you know if I slip and fall to my death, my parents will sue. And if I step in bird shit or, like, some dead seagull or something else disgusting, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Understood.”

Moon pulled her down, and she landed on the terracotta tiles with a heavy thump. She teetered for a moment, head spinning at the sheer foreignness of what she was doing.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

Her parents would have her hide for a carpet if they ever found out about this. At the very least, they’d lock her in her room and never let her out again.

No mar on their precious princess, no matter how small, was acceptable collateral. Nothing that came of her living her life outside a bubble was.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! I’ve got you.”

Moon held her in place, arms soft but steady.

Yasmine’s heart slowed. Whatever panic had been bubbling up dissipated, evaporating into the cool air.

And then she found herself laughing, shaking her head in amused disbelief.

“I cannot effing believe we’re doing this.”

Moon clutched her hands, grinning. “Better than smoking in the basement again, right?”

“Probably.” Yasmine grimaced. “Still not totally convinced you’re not plotting my murder, though.”

Moon laughed again, eyes gleaming with fondness. “You’ll love it! You’ll see. I mean…look.”

Yasmine gripped tighter onto Moon’s hands, trying to let her nerves flutter off with the salty breeze.

It really was stunning. The dark ocean waves, the cheerful, colorful flashes of Pacific Park, the distant, light-spangled hills. The inky outlines of palm trees, like pitch-black paintbrushes against a hazy sky. The soft swish of water lapping against sand. The faint hum of traffic and voices and bar music and city life.

“Yeah, okay.” She let a small smile poke through. “Not bad.”

And Moon leaned in, pressing their mouths together as naturally as if they weren’t keeping it a secret from the entire world.

She was a good kisser—had been from the jump. Always with the added sweetness of a gloss or balm, but with the passion of someone who didn’t need either to make a person shiver. Slow, sensual, teasing with a hungry tongue in all the right places. Sucking Yasmine’s lower lip in a way that always left her wanting a little more.

But it was strangely innocent, too. Filled with little bursts of warm affection, given unconditionally and without reservations. Something with a kind of magic and allure that made Yasmine’s chest flitter, like a towered damsel in some children’s fairy tale with her rescuer close at hand.

Like all the girls who swooned over their hypothetical future “Prince Charming” were idiots. Yasmine found something better.

Every time Moon pulled away, her smile was blinding. And seeing it…

That was a feeling Yasmine hadn’t been able to replicate.

“Come on.” Moon leaned in, about to bubble over with excitement. “I’ll show you my spot.”

And just like that, they were making their way across a hotel roof 8 stories above the ground. Yasmine kept her hand firmly wrapped in Moon’s, surprised to see her friend maneuvering between tiles easier than a squirrel.

“So how the hell have you ‘done this a million times?’” Yasmine demanded. “Were you some kind of, like, tortured insomniac as a kid, and had to go running around on roofs to cope?”

Moon chuckled. “Not exactly. I did have a hard time getting to sleep sometimes, so I’d go exploring at night. But climbing around up here could tire me out in 30 minutes.”

“Oh? Are you going to go to sleep on me?”

“Oh, no.” Moon turned, flashing her a mischievous look. “There’ll be plenty of time for sleeping on you later.”

“That’s not what I…!”

“I know,” Moon hummed. “But I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Yasmine’s cheeks grew hot. Fucking Moon, and her fucking ways of making you flustered all while innocently batting those pretty lashes of hers.

It threw Yasmine off more than she would ever admit. Even at gunpoint, or at threat of losing hundreds of followers. Whichever.

“So…what?” Yasmine collected herself again, trying to focus on carefully matching Moon’s limber steps. “Your parents never came looking for you when you vanished out of their room?”

Moon shrugged. “They were getting high off their asses as soon as the mixers were over for the night. I don’t think they knew where I was half the time.”

It was a simple thing—said casually, without much apparent concern. But something about the nonchalance gutted Yasmine.

She knew what that was like. Having parents who only kept track of you when it wasn’t too inconvenient. Having parents who left you to your own devices so they could focus on being fake to get ahead and then drowning the pain of their own shitty life choices with drugs and alcohol and whatever else.

Yasmine often wondered if Moon was a prop for her parents, too. Just a tool to boost their reputation at the end of the day. Proof of these damaged adults’ ability to settle down with a “normal” nuclear family and pump out a kid, just as society expected.

It didn’t seem like them. She’d met them a few times—Moon’s mom was mellow and easygoing, while her dad was charming and friendly. They were attentive to their daughter in a way that made Yasmine envious.

But no one knew more than her that a few interactions never told the whole story.

Nonetheless, she decided not to pry. Moon probably didn’t want to spend their rendezvous talking about family troubles.

“So you never get anyone bitching to management about the ceiling noise?” she asked. “Or calling the lobby panicking because there’s some dark figure creeping around the roof?”

“Well, I’m not exactly stomping,” Moon pointed out. “And no one can see me from where I’m sitting. See?”

She turned, leading them over a ridge and behind a thick chimney. Carefully, she settled down, leaning her shoulder on the concrete.

“Completely blocked from all the room windows,” she said, shrugging. “And our silhouette just blends into the chimney.”

The rest of the tension in Yasmine’s muscles finally drained, slipping off the roof eaves like rainwater. She sat beside Moon, pressing against her side.

For a moment, they sat in silence, listening to the sea and watching the dark beach. Yasmine curled into Moon, letting her head slump onto the other girl’s shoulder.

“People always say the night sky isn’t pretty in LA,” Moon said finally. “Too much light pollution. But I say they’ve never been out here.”

“Oh, yeah?” Yasmine nudged her playfully. “And what’s so special about the rooftop view of a random building in Santa Monica, huh? The ocean eats the smog or something?”

Moon chuckled. “No, no. It’s like…the glare from the fair lights actually makes it look lighter. See how it’s that hazy purple color?”

Yasmine squinted. It just looked like a dull, dark grayish mass to her.

Until it didn’t.

Clouds drifted by, the same inky black as the palm tree silhouettes. And underneath them…

The sky was a foggy violet, like the melted remains of a grape snow cone. Highlighted and traced in the ever-present flickers from the pier ferris wheel.

And what the hell was her life, she suddenly wondered, before Moon wandered into it with the watercolor paints that she washed over the world? With her silky flower shawls and her soft laughs and her gentle touches? With the ethereal way she carried herself, like she was in tune with all the energy in the universe and woven in with something far greater than Yasmine could ever hope to understand?

On the hotel roof, Yasmine only shook her head. “I don’t know how you notice stuff like that.”

Moon shrugged. “I think a lot. Pay attention to details. Must be the Virgo in me.”

“Oh, stop.” Yasmine gently poked her side, and Moon giggled. “You can’t blame everything on that.”

“You’re right. Only most things.”

“It’s such bull!”

“Is not! You’re just lame!”

Yasmine gasped, clutching her heart in mock offense.

“Oh, bitch, you take that back!”

They swatted each other until their hands ended up entangled, fallen so that Moon lay reclined on top of Yasmine. She smiled down, expression soft even in her triumph.

And Yasmine couldn’t help herself. She pulled her neck down and kissed her again.

When Moon finally rolled off, their fingers stayed interlaced. Together, they stared at the sky.

“Look,” Moon whispered. “The light pollution doesn’t snuff everything. If you really look closely, you can even see stars up there.”

And so Yasmine could.

***

“Hey, Moon! Come here!”

There was solace in how quickly Moon unpeeled herself from the mohawk freak. It ended as soon as her hand brushed down his arm, lingering on his.

Moon murmured something to him that Yasmine couldn’t make out. Some sweet nothing, accompanied by the sort of warm look that Yasmine used to lay sole claim to.

She was smiley with everyone, of course, but it was different with Yasmine. Deeper. More sincere. Showing a kind of firmly-rooted happiness—gleaming eyes that looked at the queen bee like she was the entire world and then some.

And now she was giving that to this random asshole she just met.

Moon sauntered across the sand, the orange of the campfire flickering off her. Blithe and giggly and completely unbothered, as though she hadn’t decided in one fell swoop that Yasmine didn’t matter to her anymore.

The fucking nerve.

“Can’t believe I’ve never seen that guy before! Must be a transfer.”

She opened the interaction like they were nothing more than the gossipey, boy-crazy straight girl bffs the rest of the school thought they were. Like they hadn’t screwed in the Range Rover and the Benz alike dozens upon dozens of times.

Yasmine concentrated every ounce of poison she had into a burning glare. If looks could kill, then she would damn well try.

“What. The fuck. Is your problem?”

It came out in a contemptuous hiss—enough to put the mascot of that stupid snake karate school to shame. Moon stepped back, genuinely thrown off.

What the hell was she so shocked about?

“We just kissed.” She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

And the implication hit Yasmine hard, like the aftershock of a car crash. Slamming the brakes only to lurch forward anyways, steering wheel ramming your gut.

Because kissing was just kissing. It wasn’t a big deal. Something teenagers did and then forgot about when they sobered up. A physical urge that let people experiment with their bodies and what felt good and what didn’t, but nothing beyond that.

It’s only kissing. It’s only a hookup. You’re getting it out of your system. It’s a phase. You’re confused. You don’t love her.

You don’t love her. You don’t love her. You don’t love her. You don’t love her.

All things Yasmine told herself over and over and over and over. She told herself until she could will it into truth.

Because if she couldn’t, she was fucked.

And now, standing with her eyes locked with her best friend’s, she genuinely couldn’t tell if Moon knew what she was saying. The undercurrent of venom laced into it.

Because had she really just admitted that nothing they did meant shit to her? Or did she know damn well it did, and the blue-haired boy was a challenge?

You’re losing me, Yasmine. Come and get me before it’s too late.

Because Yasmine always insisted their “thing” was nothing. It was all a big wad of fucking nothing, and it didn’t exist as soon as they set foot in public. And here Moon was, on the cusp of diving into another big wad of fucking nothing with someone else.

There was a look in Moon’s eye that Yasmine hadn’t seen before. A sort of hard, icy taunt, like she was daring Yasmine to say what always lay trapped just behind her tongue. What floated in the air like the smell of fresh gasoline, all deceptive appeal and hidden danger.

But she didn’t. She wouldn’t give Moon the satisfaction.

So this is how you thank me. After everything I’ve done to pull you up to the top with me. Protect you from bitches saying nasty things about you and creeps trying to get a piece of you. Made you feel better than anyone else ever could. Got you moaning like you were ascending to nirvana.

She only choked out one simple question. The one thing that she couldn’t make any sense of, no matter how much she tried to read Moon’s expression and piece together what was going on behind those beautiful brown curls.

“Why him?”

She didn’t hold back, letting the words drip with scorn.

Moon’s answer was disappointing, delivered with another shrug.

“He was hot. And he was into me.”

Her hand drifted to Yasmine’s arm. She smiled, and Yasmine wasn’t sure if it was out of tired affection or condescending pity.

She wasn’t sure which was worse.

“Hey. Cheer up,” Moon said. “There’s plenty of cute boys here to go around, okay? Promise I won’t hog them all.”

Her teasing laugh made Yasmine wonder if it really had been all in her head.

This wasn’t serious to Moon. Kissing, sex, drugs and alcohol—all just fun weekend pasttimes she could do with anyone. Swapping out one partner for another was as neutral a thing as taking guac on her burrito instead of sour cream.

It wasn’t some desperate plea for her to win Moon back. How could it be?

The way Moon saw it, there was nothing to win. There was only whatever tongue was currently exploring her mouth, and any tongue that could potentially do it better.

No people. No significance. Only pleasure and sensations and the same smile on reserve for anyone who crawled inside her.

Not like it was a difficult feat to achieve.

“I’ve got to go. He’s waiting for me.”

Moon’s hand slipped away, on her skin for less than she’d squeezed that stupid blue-haired boy’s for.

And then she was walking away, a disappearing blur in dim firelight. Yasmine curled her lip, shaking her head.

She was the one to say what went on between her and Moon meant nothing. And now she was stuck in the peculiarly infuriating position of having Moon believe her.

They both knew it was a lie. That unspoken acknowledgment was what kept them coming back for more, despite the supposed insignificance of it all.

Or so Yasmine thought, anyways. It would seem they hadn’t been on the same page.

And now she was watching Moon leave, confident and breezy and completely fine. And it felt like a nail file being ground against her skin, scraping back and forth viciously enough to draw blood. A slow, pulsating agony, rubbing her whole body raw.

You don’t love her.

You can’t.

Except that you kind of do, don’t you?

Yasmine’s chest roiled.

Like a dirty fucking dyke. And when people figure it out, they’ll never want near you again.

But they didn’t have to figure it out. And she didn’t have to lose Moon.

“Well, uh. Hello there!”

Oh, fuck me.

***

Random author's notes, in no particular order:

I remember in every health class I've ever taken in school, they tell us one of the hugest reasons teens develop drug addictions is because of boredom. And the two biggest demographics are poor kids and ultra-wealthy kids!!! Which kinda makes sense--like poor kids might not have access to anything more engaging to do (hence S1 Robby smoking and doing delinquent stuff with the "bad kids"), but rich kids, even with a lot of money, have their needs SO attended to that it's probably super easy for them to get bored. Like we know Yasmine (and probably Moon, too) don't really have to try hard in school or do their homework, since their parents can just bribe the teachers. And it's not like they have to work after school or summer jobs to make money since they can just ask for (or maybe even steal) what they need. Probably easy for these girls (and rich kids in general) to feel kind of directionless and at loose ends, since they've never had to put in real effort to get through life. So definitely not out of the realm of possibility for Moon to get bored even at a lavish hotel that I personally would kill to stay at aksdjhsuyefigdyrj

I've noticed this kind of rich kid drug culture in shows like Outer Banks, too, especially with regard to rich kids who deal with abuse and/or neglect at home. Annalisa Cochrane said in an interview that she thinks Yasmine gets emotionally neglected by her parents, and acts out partly for attention. And Moon's parents seem pretty irresponsible and are possibly drug addicts themselves, considering her mom gives her weed for her birthday. I just think it's kinda interesting that these two ultra-wealthy girls' idea of a good time is getting high in a fast food parking lot, when they DEFINITELY have the money and resources to do something a lot more bougie and rich girl-esque. I guess the point was to show that they're "vapid" and irresponsible and a bad influence on Sam or whatever, but I can't help but wonder how they got that way!!! I get the impression that these girls are pretty understimulated, and possibly use weed and alcohol to help cope with feelings of emptiness and unfulfillment.

Basically all the night photography I looked at of Santa Monica had the sky as this deep purple, but I was kind of skeptical because it looked photoshopped. But I was driving home from work the other day (I live in a similar oceanside climate, for reference), and sure enough!!! The sky does indeed turn a sort of a hazy purplish-gray at night in dense urban areas with a lot of light pollution, so I wasn't bullshitting y'all!!!

Genuinely can't decide if for the finished fic I want to write the entire "Demetri hitting on Yasmine" scene from Yas's point of view, or just cut it off at "oh, for FUCK'S sake" XD Like idk which would be funnier (and more lesbian): Yasmine steadily growing more and more horrified as this idiot gay guy tries to shoot his shot, or immediately cutting to the next scene because Yas thinks the whole bit isn't even worth mentioning.

Very, very excited to finish writing Yasmine's POV of the beach party, and then dive into Moon's POV for the All Too Well fic. Like this is the biggest misunderstanding of the century and I'm going to milk the fuck out of the tragic irony of it all. It's like the perfect mixture of Moon diving into some good old-fashioned loophole abuse (i.e. "it's not cheating if you keep insisting we're not dating!") and genuinely believing that since Yasmine said their fling meant nothing to her, Yas wouldn't mind if Moon explored her options. Meanwhile Yasmine was counting on Moon picking up on like 5 layers of hidden meanings. You know. Like a moron. Also, all of the hidden meanings were "I love you but I can't spit it out for shit and now I'm mad that you don't magically know without me having to say it." Useless lesbians <3

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My Thoughts on HBO Max’s “Velma”

Welp, I watched the first episode of “Velma” aaand yep, it was about exactly what I expected if not somehow a bit worse 🤦‍♂️ I wasn’t sure that I’d want to write out a review for it, but I’m mad and immediately fueled to talk about it, so let’s go.

⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD FOR EPISODE 1 ⚠️

Literally the first scene of the whole show is Daphne and other students in a gym shower, very exposed, making a rough attempt at meta commentary, and all after the image of two cockroaches having sex..  😳 And that’s just one example of MANY jokes/visuals of this nature. Seriously why is this show SO horny?? IT TAKES PLACE IN HIGH SCHOOL! THEY’RE MINORS!! (Velma specifically, according to the “Velma” Twitter, is canonically 15) If you wanted these types of jokes and imagery so bad the LEAST you can do is put them in college so it’s not so majorly uncomfortable.

The writing was rough, some scenes felt like they were speeding by unnaturally, highly specific references to various media were all over the place and never in a funny way, almost every character is completely unlikable (ESPECIALLY the main Mystery Inc. cast) meaning there’s nobody to root for, and the show is truly just being vulgar for the sake of being vulgar. It’s honestly amazing how unfunny it is at times, it just prioritizes half-baked attempts at basic jokes, profanity, and overused cliches rather than a well put together story with interesting characters. To be a bit brutal, there were truly some moments that this script felt more like a student’s first attempt rather than a greenlit HBO Max series.

The only points I can really give this show is in animation/design, it all moves pretty well (with some occasional choppiness, though that might’ve just been buffering/my connection) and the style is alright for the most part. There definitely are some odd choices in the mix, one of them being the chosen look for Norville (who I WISH I could call Shaggy, but this is more accurate). His look just doesn’t fit the Shaggy vibe enough, I’ve seen so many redesigns that look leagues better. Though I suppose you could argue that since he (and the rest of the gang) is barely written or acted as the original source character correctly, why bother having a design that fits that? 😤

Last point I want to bring up, I’m not at all enticed by the serial killer plot or who killed Brenda. If it wasn’t enough to change how characters act and how vulgar the series is, now we don’t even get monsters to unmask? It is only episode one, and masked monsters were referenced in background details and at least once in the trailer, but the fact that the main plot of Scooby-Doo as a franchise barely exists in the first episode of this series just made the whole thing drag and feel boring to watch. I’m not saying the franchise can’t branch out here and there by doing things other than the classic formula, but also we know this show is built on mystery solving and will include at least one if not several masked monsters, so to not have any in episode one just makes the show as a whole hard to anticipate. Like is it a simple serial killer mystery? Is it normal Scooby-Doo monster hijinks? What am I watching?

Of course these are all just my opinions, if you’re curious you can watch for yourself and maybe you’ll like it more than I did. All I know for myself is that the only reason I’m even considering watching any more is pure morbid curiosity over how much worse it can get, and even then at least in this moment I don’t know if I can get myself to sit through episode two.

#i've been a scooby fan for most of my life.. this was a pain to sit through.. #if you like it then more power to ya #but I just can't get behind it #scooby doo #scooby-doo #scoob #velma #hbomax #hbo max #review #analysis #reaction

[rosenlily-aka-choconut]

season 1 rang's necklaces were such a sexy choice peeking out from his shirt collars. every time he showed up in that white shirt i died a little bit. black is his bad guy color but they gave him white when he needed to be vulnerable and that made it even more appealing.

ok my story about his opening scene was that i thought his little nerdy persona was gonna become ji-ah's sidekick or something or even a boyish second lead to contrast to yeon. he bothered to explain his whole backstory! i thought for sure that meant he'd be important! but then i stared at his face a second longer and recognized him from the posters and was like OH MY GOD HE'S THE BAD GUY and then 30 seconds later he does his transformation sequence and climbs into the car with gorgeous yongji and i was like. oh. uh oh. this is how it's gonna be is it. welp 😂

also after thinking about it more my favorite character of his after rang is probably yijung. he didn't reach his full potential because a the show was stupidly written and directed and b because his plot was secondary but it let him explore cruelty and vulnerability and arrogance and kindness (i'll never forget he actually stood up for jandi to junpyo being a bitch) and basically just do really well for a young actor. again why i want him to do a role like that again potentially with even more amorality and greater depth after 15 years of experience.

-kbcu anon

You know, before I started with TOTNT, I had finished all other LDW dramas. After Game of thrones and its pathetic last season, I began looking up shows before beginning with them, checking out the end, and when I happened to do that with TOTNT, I read about this character Rang and how he completely overshadowed the leads.

Now, being an LDW fan, I wasn’t happy with that, but when I read that LDWs character got a happy ending and this Rang fellow dies (yes, I was okay with that because I didn’t know Kim Beom then), I started with it, expecting to like Yeon.

But the moment Beom entered the scene, I was bowled over. My plan to hate Rang and like Yeon began fizzling out and failed spectacularly when I came to episode 9. As I moved on, I resented Yeon’s plan to keep Jia alive at the cost of so many others. I’d have been happy if she’d died in Rang’s place. I would even have been okay with it if Yeon stayed dead at Episode 15.

But… we got what we got and I cried when Rang uttered his last word, “hyung.” Season 2 was a consolation prize, putting us in a happy bubble where Rang built a life of his own. And… while I can’t forgive what they did to him in season 1, I think it’s best I confine myself to this bubble 😊

As for Yi-jung, I would’ve probably appreciated that character if he were a little older - would’ve been more convincing. I’m definitely sure he’ll nail it if he did a similar role now. Like I said 2020!Rang would’ve made a very convincing playboy!

I quite liked Lee Gook-soo - he’s a bright ray of sunshine, though it took me some patience to wade through the show. His chemistry with the second girl is cute!

P.S : 2020!Rang had the top button of his shirt open in a lot of scenes - That little skin show does things to me ☺️☺️

#lee rang #tale of the nine tailed #tale of the nine tailed 1938 #kim bum #kim beom

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Passing of the Grey Company

EYYYY MERRY!! Aragorn! Legolas and Gimli!! I missed you guys! 8-D

“So four of the Company still remain.” Dramatic much, Aragorn??

“‘And then whither?’ said Legolas. ‘I cannot say yet,’ Aragorn answered.” *hums to myself* And whither then, I cannot say…

Legolas and Gimli don’t even wait to hear where Aragorn is going before they loudly volunteer to come with him. I love these dorks so much LOL

“But do not look for mirth at the ending. It will be long, I fear, ere Theoden sits at ease again in Meduseld. Many hopes will wither in this bitter spring.” Aaaaand Aragorn accidentally foreshadows Theoden’s death :-(

Literally Merry: “Welp, if I run now, I’ll die, so I might as well stay and fight.”

Aragorn, immediately, upon seeing an old friend again: IT’S HUGGING TIME

“Merry breathed a sigh of relief. …It seemed that there would be no need to die in Theoden’s defense, not yet at any rate.” Whoa, Merry, that’s pretty hardcore. Respect.

Yooo so these are all Rangers like Aragorn?? And Elrond’s sons are here too?? SICK.

All of Aragorn’s old friends, in fancy foreshadowing language, at once: “HI WE BROUGHT YOU A FLAG AND YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO GO WAKE UP SOME GHOSTS”

Legolas calling Merry “Master Sluggard” for sleeping until noon X’-D Give me the Legolas and Merry roast battle STAT!

Tolkien quietly implies that Legolas and Gimli stood around talking to Merry while he got dressed. I don’t have anything to comment here except that casual platonic intimacy is delightful.

Evidently, the Rangers are here because of Galadriel ex machina.

Merry’s opinion of Theoden went from “I want to talk to you about pipeweed” to “I would die for you” in like .005 seconds and I am 1000% here for it

“Filled suddenly with love for this old man, he knelt on one knee, and took his hand and kissed it. ‘May I lay the sword of Meriadoc of the Shire on your lap, Theoden King?’ he cried. ‘Receive my service, if you will!’”

WOW that’s like a high-octane shot of unfiltered medieval chivalry right to the veins. I think the buzz in my head is my entire British ancestry all waking up at once in a patriotic fit. HECK YEAH KINGS AND KNIGHTS AND CASTLES MAN LET’S FRICKIN’ GOOOOOO

!!!!!!!!! HELLO??? All the Rangers wear their cloaks asymmetrically??? “Pinned on the left shoulder” it says. I’VE BEEN DRAWING ARAGORN’S CLOAK PINNED ON HIS SHOULDER THIS WHOLE TIME. The right-side one, not the left, but STILL. I DIDN’T FRICKIN’ REMEMBER THIS PART. DID I RECALL IT SUBCONSCIOUSLY AGAIN???? HEEEEHHHH??????

Pippin, constantly: “I miss Merry :-(” Merry, constantly: “I miss Pippin :-(”

Oooh the Rangers have been guarding the Shire, and the hobbits didn’t even know about it!! That’s so cool, man. Like guardian angels with mud-stained boots.

I have little to say about Aragorn’s story of looking into the Palantir except that I’m glad he’s had something to eat and I really hope he gets some sleep soon :-/

Ohhh so the Grey Company is Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and the other Rangers. The Three Musketeers and Co.

Eowyn: “Please don’t go.” Aragorn: “Sorry, no.” Eowyn: “You’ll die.” Aragorn: “No, I won’t.” Eowyn: “Then take me with you so that I can die too.” Aragorn: “Emphatically, no.”

Eowyn bemoaning the “part of a woman” is both startlingly modern and better than any more recent attempt I’ve seen to write the exact same thing. Eowyn doesn’t want to fight just because she’s afraid of seeming “lesser than the men”; she wants to fight because she’s afraid of living a purposeless life, of sitting around uselessly while the world is in peril and she feels she can help. Her motivation is a lot like Steve Rogers’ back in the first Captain America movie: “Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them.”

Aaaaand Tolkien once again proves that he can absolutely write suspense and horror if he wants to.

Gimli is an interesting choice for a POV character here. I guess it makes sense, tho; he’s neither a Ranger nor an Elf, so the fear of the Dead is going to sit heaviest on him.

“Yes, the Dead ride behind. They have been summoned.” OHHHHH HOHOHOHO.

DUUUUDE. JUST. Okay so we all know that in the movie there’s this huge confrontation where Aragorn argues with the dead king to help them, right?? That totally makes sense story-wise; it’s a “trial” he has to pass to get their respect. But there’s nothing like that here. The trial is quiet, it’s understated; it’s simply the labor of getting through the Paths of the Dead and battling through that aura of fear to the other side. And you don’t know that the ghosts are following you until you’re leaving. Imagine being on your way out of a place called the Paths of the Dead, finally coming out of that horrible cave and looking up to see the stars, and when you finally think you’re safe, you turn around and see an army of ghosts following in silent procession. CHILLS, MAN. Just. CHILLS.

And now the Grey Company includes the ghosts apparently!

I have nothing to say about the people running away from Aragorn and calling him “the King of the Dead” except that it’s funny and chilling all at once.

The Stone of Erech really said ⚫️

#meriadoc brandybuck #merry #aragorn #legolas #gimli #theoden #eowyn #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts

[lillyontheborder]

// Role Play Etiquette and Respect

It has come to my attention that a person or people in the community are refusing to interact with others due to a strong dislike for their characters, and proceeding to talk badly about them. I was very hurt by this and wanted to speak up not about the drama or about the person, but about role play etiquette. I have been in many fandoms with drama and it is ridiculous. It’s a waste of everyone’s energy.

It is not my job to snap back at others or say names, however I will make it my job to speak up on treating others with kindness. As well as yourself.

You don’t have to read this, you can scroll. It is your choice and I respect that.

DISCLAIMER: Please don’t be anxious and think this is about you. I’m putting this out there as a whole for the community as I know I was hurt as well as some friends. Do not stress at all, it’s just so we are aware.

Role Play Etiquette:

If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it.

You may not like a character and that is fine. You have a right to your own opinions. However, if you do not prefer to interact with a specific type of character, you also have a responsibility to communicate maturely and say so. The amount of disrespect from talking badly about people is something that should not be tolerated in a community who not only is here to enjoy the same thing, but also a group made up of all adults. Adults.

It is your responsibility to say if you don’t want to interact with someone. It is your job. People can’t read minds. This is real life. People will keep interacting with you until you say no. They don’t know. And yes. They will get upset when you ignore them because you are not communicating or making it clear that you are not interested in engaging.

These characters are for fun. No one is being paid to put in the work for their characters. They do it for their enjoyment. Because they want to. So when you treat them badly and ignore them, you are ignoring all their hard work and shitting on it. It’s fine to ignore someone if you tell them you don’t want to engage. In a respectful manner of course.

You have your own actions and your own opinions and that is fine. You have the right to do what you want. As long as it doesn’t bring down others. That is disgusting. Be mature, communicate, and be respectful.

I understand anxiety can get the best of us. Trust me, it’s happened to me. However, it is your responsibility to say if you’re anxious and something wrong slipped out. It is your responsibility to say if you didn’t think before you spoke. Insecurity and anxiety and depression can make us do things we regret.

We are here to have fun, not to shit talk others. Do not cause drama. You’re adults.

Insecurity:

I have horrible insecurities when it comes to interacting with people. What if they don’t like me? What if they talk badly about me? What if I’m annoying? Etc.

Welp, guess we found out that’s true

But on a serious note, we all have anxiety, some diagnosed, some not as dangerous, we all get insecure. It is human. I know a lot of posts have been made to let people know they are loved, but I want to really pound it into the ground. You are. There will always be someone that loves you. People engage with you because they enjoy it. All of us are here for fun and I want you to know that: I know that I, as well as many others in the community are welcoming and want to rp with you. However. If you need to step away, and take care of yourself, you need to. You’re a human. This rp doesn’t matter when it comes to your self care. If people get mad you’re busy or taking a break, that’s on them, not you. Drink water, take deep breaths, meditate, get sleep. We will be here when you get back. This goes for everybody, even myself, haha.

Speaking about my character personally:

I get it. I do. Lilly is annoying. She’s dumb. She’s overly optimistic. Shes sunshine vomit. But here’s a few things to keep in mind if and when interacting with her.

She’s based on me. However why is that a bad thing? I base my character on me as a sense of escapism because it makes me feel good. It makes me feel happy to interact with my favorite characters. And it reduces my anxiety. Most of the time. Not only that: if you talk shit about Lilly, you’re talking shit about me. It’s a double whammy. So be cautious.

She’s not OP: Excuse my language, but how the fuck did Arisu or Niragi survive but Tatta didn’t? Arisu is completely average yet he managed to pull through. How did all those other random beach members manage to stay alive? Lilly is the same. She isn’t a super genius, she’s lucky. Also plot purposes but yeah.

I’m an art student. That’s why Lilly dresses the way she does. That’s why she wears ridiculous clothing. Hell, here’s actual pictures of the way I dress.

Yeah. Enough said.

It’s all on purpose. Shes supposed to be stupid and annoying and over-dramatic. It also helps her cope with you know, literally on the verge of death to use humor or optimism because she doesn’t want to die depressed. She does indeed have panic attacks, anxiety attacks, depression, but she doesn’t want to show other people because of her anxiety. She does have human flaws, it’s just not shown often, or if it is, in a comedic tone.

I shouldn’t have to explain myself or my character. This is for fun. I’m not being paid to put in all this work. I draw because I want to.

Shit talking others is not cool. It doesn’t make you above us, it doesn’t make you cooler, it doesn’t make you gain more friends. If you have a negative option, don’t say it. We’re adults.

Anyways that’s all. I hope to continue engaging with everyone in a fun, respectful manner. I love you all, and I hope you all take care of yourselves.

Be kind to others and to yourself. You deserve love.

#mun talks #drama #self love

[e-s-willswriting]

Incorrect Quote Generator Tag

Thank you for the tag @rickie-the-storyteller this was really fun!

I'm going to add quotes from my main characters from The Crypt Archives. Gonna be long because I had way too much fun with this.

Charlotte: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Noah.

Noah: I hate myself.

Charlotte: Alright, square up.

Alden: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Piper: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Charlotte: Look, Noah, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

Piper: Who the fuck- Alden: Language! Piper: Whom the fuck- Alden: No.

Charlotte: Breathe, just breathe.

Noah: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

Judas:: Awww, that never bothered you before.

Judas: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Judas: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Charlotte: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Judas: Ominous positivity.

Nymph: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Charlotte: Why not? Nymph: Because I don't know what they mean.

Charlotte: What's this? Nymph, hugging Charlotte: Affection! Charlotte: Disgusting. Charlotte: …Do it again.

Noah: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Alden: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Morrigan: And you came to me?

Alden: I can't imagine what Morrigan is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Noah: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.

Noah: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Noah: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?

Charlotte: This is Monopoly.

Judas: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

Charlotte: Judas, I need some advice.

Judas: You need advice from ME?

Charlotte: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Noah: I can't believe you've done this.....

Charlotte: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Noah, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

Noah: Come to think of it… You’ve always been nice to me.

Noah: I mean, you listen to all my problems-

Charlotte: No, Noah I just simply stand here while you talk, there’s a big difference.

Judas: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Noah: I was in the will?

Noah: I can never give Charlotte shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Noah: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

Morrigan, to Alden: If you see Charlotte, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Morrigan: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Alden: oh, and Morrigan said to give you a message.

Alden: *makes a neutral face*

Charlotte: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Judas: I'll offer you some friendly advice-

Charlotte: I don't want your advice.

Judas: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

Alden: Remember what I told you. Piper: Don’t be a cunt.

Noah: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Judas: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Tagging a few people but anyone is free to have a go, make sure to tag me, I'd love to see yours!

@gwendolinequinn @legiomiam @srjacksin @lilac-honey @ryns-ramblings

#writer #writing #incorrect quotes #writing blog #writeblr #fiction writing #writing tag game #tag game

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e23 survival of the fittest (w. sera gamble)

CROWLEY You know what I like about you? DICK ROMAN Lack of pretension? CROWLEY You're smarter than you look. DICK ROMAN Oh, well, now you're just flirting.

even him flirting with crowley i can't get myself to care 😔

(i only point out some of the fatphobia since it's so prevalent but know i see it and get irritated every damn time :p)

SAM We can call Castiel again. DEAN Dude, on my car, he showed up naked... covered in bees. SAM Yeah, I'm not really sorry I missed that.

okay but this was clearly adr'd/dubbed over when he says "covered in bees" haha was this something else at some point? i've never noticed a really obvious adr/dub like that on this show before

DEAN Well… let's bone this nun.

i like the zero reaction from sam. just keep the serious concerned about to desecrate a righteous nun's grave face on. dean why are you like this, you goober

MEG I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here. DEAN Why? MEG Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first.

the images at the top with cas in the car, i felt that in my soul. dealing with my kids 🤪 the deep breath to gather every scrap of patience. they also chose to make it look like he's gettin his dick sucked through the car window, which is a choice

dean looks so much smaller in a leather jacket that actually fits him. also itching to get the trimmer. i just need two minutes with padalecki's face...

solidarity sandwich

just get through this episode and the leviathans will be done, right?

hackin the gibson

DEAN We can't leave it. You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich. You don't get a damned cat. Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!

i'm glad someone's still mad lol

BOBBY Here's to... running into you guys on the other side. Only... not too soon. All right?

i mean. dean will be too soon, when it finally takes.

DEAN Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench... Sorry, but I'd rather have you, cursed or not. And anyway, nut up, all right? We're all cursed. I seem like good luck to you? What? CASTIEL Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness. DEAN Yeah, well, I'm probably gonna die tomorrow, so... CASTIEL Well, I'll go with you. And I'll do my best.

well. i guess since he's a good guy, we have to forgive him at some point. even if it doesn't make a lot of sense to budge right now

stunt baby has tinted windows apparently

CROWLEY It looks like you are well and truly... on your own.

oh, sam. losing bobby for good and dean in one go...

i do have a vague idea what he gets up to while dean's in purgatory (from fic) but no idea how it's actually executed

pretty shot, but so dark

welp. i felt a twinge of something when they melted bobby's flask with an apparently extremely hot fire, but. i think if it had happened back earlier when it was closer to all the other bits of his story, it would have had more impact. but by now it's just... blegh.

what a lackluster ending to a lackluster storyline

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x23 #sera gamble #spnclip