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spookyscaryskidnpump · 1 month

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my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL. Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

#spookymisc.txt #spooky month #spooky month 6 #spooky month 6 spoilers #sm6 #sm spoilers #not tagging all the characters cuz theres too many mentioned #anyway CRYING.

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 1 month

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'Who am I to Complain?'

As part of my own contribution to this year's first day of Spring 2024, aka the in universe birthday of one Richard John Grayson-Wayne, the First Robin and the crime fighter known as Nightwing, I would like this opportunity finally....FINALLY...posting up for you all a fic that's been in my drafts for pretty much the better part of any entire year. Originally meant on being released last Christmas, various forms of delay, writer's block and other general distractions have prevented me from finally finishing such a project. Well finally after such anticipation at least on my end, I have managed creating a final form for this story I think can satisfy.

For very quick context, this story is a component of my long running idea proposing and lore building of my own version of the DC Comics Universe. In particular, it takes within the long storyline both @thattimdrakeguy and I have crafted for the better part of two years, the first part being involved within the hypothetical Nightwing solo book, 'Clipped Wings' and its follow up crossover with Detective Comics proper, "Blue Hawk Down'. For more information regarding the general summaries of events, check out the links here and here.

I shall like to dedicate this story to my mutuals and friends @adalineozie @meara-eldestofthemall @nightglider124 @faesystem @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @mothnem @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @sbd-laytall @theredheaded-stuff @celaenaeiln @starlightbelle @shootingstarssel @avaraydrake @pin-crusher2000 @sillymanwithocs @batboyblog @bluegarners @tarisilmarwen @orange-s-mario @altinyns-multimedia-museblog @katmaatui and so many others

Constructive Criticisms are Generally Welcome; Replies and Especially Reblogs are greatly appreciated

The Following May Contain Graphic Scenes of Violence, References to Sexual Assault and other themes not suitable for a Young Audience. Viewer Discretion is Heavily Advised

As per usual, All Rights and Copyrights to Characters and Concepts seen in this work are owned by DC Comics, Inc, a subsidiary of DC Entertaiment and Warner Bros. Discovery

With all that....Happy Birthday Dick Grayson....Here's my gift of Grade A angst for you

Sigh. Cough Cough

Look at yourself. Just Honest to God, Dick, just look at yourself.

Take a good look at those cuts, that blood all over your ugly as hell face, that blood pouring out of your stupid, big fat hole you call a mouth. You wanna know who’s Goddamn fault it was for all this? You wanna know who's responsible for you being more pathetic and a freak than you already are? Cough Cough

You.

Don’t try to deny it. Why should you?

After all, you allowed this to happen to you, right? Not just with what happened tonight but over these last few weeks. You know what I’m talking about. Losing your home and failing to find out how despite insisting you paid for it. What will Kory Cough say now when she comes back and sees that home you wanted to allow her into isn’t even yours anymore? What kind of fiance are you to allow that?

Why stop there? Here you are, without any place to call a house, your face gushing and oozing red as it had been lately, broke, nobody likes you, not a single damn soul cares about you. You wanna know who’s fault it is? Yours. In fact, as you right now are flinging that bottle of peroxide into your ugly face and stinging from it as you deserve, how about we explore what even happened tonight that led to this, shall we?

I think I should…Cough

Three Hours Earlier….

BAM

“Ack!”

“Tell Us Goddamnit, You Blue Wearing Cunt!!”

As if I would. How do I tell these bastards where the hell Bruce is if I wasn’t even able to speak to him for weeks by now?

I know what you’re thinking, ‘but are you his…’

Stop right there right now. If you’re gonna pull that whole ‘you’re his son’ bullshit on me, for one thing, at the very most I was adopted, I ain’t his real kid. I never deserved being his real kid at all given who we are. Another thing too; if he were to come to my help, he would’ve done so about…God knows how many times by now lately. I would handle it anyways, what kind of person needs any sort of father or even friends when it was their own damn fault they wound up taking two bullets to the hamstrings?

Why yes, that’s what I’m going through and yes it was my Goddamn fault being this utterly stupid and an utter embarrassment with my training for getting caught by those sickos like I was. Now you are thinking, everyone has an off day and…

BAM BAM BAM BAM

Crap! Two on the calves and two more on my hamstrings, I can tell.

“Motherfucker….” Damn it all they weren’t supposed to hear that. Great, now they laugh at it.

The hell’s wrong with me? There’s no time to let them know what’s going with my nerves acting up.

“You know, guys” (Cough) Keep it in, Grayson! You got something to say these assholes need to hear Damnit! “ You’re getting absolutely nowhere right now. If I knew where Batman was, I still wouldn’t tell you. So what the hell makes you think I do then after an hour and…”

“Shut the fuck up, Birdfreak!”

BAM

A kick right to my face? Yeah, another in my long line of failures and that one was justified; I should’ve seen that one coming. Hey, compared to the bullet holes though, it’s nothing really. Besides why even be hurt by that when I have this lowlife staring directly at my ugly mug of a face right now?

“You know him, more than us here! You have to know where he went! We got a sweet little gig here and I ain’t rushing to see that pointy eared son of a dick trying to ruin it! ‘Sides, you’re in our hands now, so you see; once we’re all done here one way or another, we can get that dough from the cops since they’re looking for you more than us! Now you tell us if he knows about this place and if he’s coming, will ya?! We ain’t got all night and I’m missing my game!”

Sweet little gig? As in the child trafficking operation they got here right now? Some of those children right behind me behind a cage like animals, forced to see me pinned on my torso and face, taking crap in many ways from them? They call that ‘sweet’ in mine and their faces?!

“You calling that a game? Selling kids to sexual slavery? I really hate to see what’ll be your idea for a movie if that’s what you.re saying” That quip, I couldn’t help, it was damn true and these creeps needed to hear that. It was about as much a fact as Bruce hates me right now and rightfully so.

Yet all they do is laugh even harder than before. They’re really….really starting to get on my nerves.

Their ringleader grins ever so much in my face. His disgusting and unbearable cigarette smoke billows in my face. “So what?”

So what? So what?? Is that really your best retort to me? It’s unbelievable, just what kind of devils and evils dwell in this city. But it’s evil I hunt for every single night. No one around me sees what I have to or does what I do around these parts. Not Bruce, not Tim, not Kory, no Donna….no one. On that note, no one should have to. Maybe it’s my failure to stop evil like this and everything I do, everything so wrong and never good enough, that’s why I’m certain Bruce decided just to cut me off.

No job, no place I can call a house or a home to stay in, no money, no spare clothes, no answering my calls, nothing. It’s been about three months of this so far, a three month test to see if I break if I had nothing, only for the big bad bat wanting me to literally cry my way back home to him. You know what? Screw you too, Bruce. Or whoever was doing all this. I know that, even for you Bruce, ins outs of everything, even you normally won’t stoop this low. It’s not just nothing I’ve been trying to figure out suggests otherwise. Maybe it’s just this….paranoia….no I can’t be paranoid. What’s happening is real and I need to deal with it and…

“Hey Cockscuker, you listening to me??”

Oh right, this asshole.

Looking at him, I can’t help myself but make my eyes go towards his own. What does he think would work now to make me talk?

In his hands was some sort of object. It looks bladed, I can tell based on the glistening of the steel coming from the moonlight coming in through the window. Once he gets a bit closer, I see it now….oh of course….a damn pizza cutter. Oh and just my luck too, in his other hand is a goddamn cheese grater. I guess either this warehouse is for kitchen tools or just my karma telling me how much I fucking suck and rightfully so again. Maybe the latter.

The asshole only grins at me. “Okay then, maybe some…slices can get ya to talk. What do you say?”

I take a deep breath and brace my teeth within my mouth. No use crying out, screaming or any of that weakness than I already showed earlier . This frankly I deserve, and come on.

I’ve taken a few swings from a baseball bat from Two Face, got injected with Slade’s nanoscopic probes that were shredding my cells inside and out, got blasted by an alternate Luthor, forcibly swallowed a heart paralyzing pill by Slade and the actual Luthor (that bald cunt)….and now just a circular blade and a metal sheet with blades on it on my forehead and face?

Seems fitting enough to take; whatever I’ve done and didn’t do in my vow to protect the innocent and never strive off the path of justice, being a terrible friend, never good enough for Batman as I had always been, letting the only two people that actually had any right to care for me fall to the sandy and hard floor, shattering almost every bone in their bodies when I had only one job to do which was catch them….yeah this is appropriate. This is exactly what I deserve after all of that. Losing my home, my job, and my means to do basically anything for myself, I deserve that.

Who am I to complain, really?

Back at the Present Day….

Sssszzzz….

“Ah Fuck!”

Peroxide…it never fails to emit any sort of sting on any sort of cut, don’t it, Dick?

Oh but you gonna start cussing and feeling it now? What the hell’s wrong with you? You can’t handle just a tiny sting of this shit without any yells?

Suck it up, will ya? You’re acting like a spoiled brat.

Who are you to complain about really?

Oh and by the way, there goes the last of our Peroxide, just circling down this old bathroom sink drain into God knows sewer pipes along with the blood it splashed off. You're gonna have to fetch some more, Dick. It’s not like Bruce is gonna get us anymore.

Fuck Him.

We’ve been putting up with his shit every since we lost are damn place to stay in, then our jobs all over this city, villain after villain breaking out, us being blamed for the Mayor, his wife and girl getting ripped to shreds and blood all over one day with one of your Wingdings, making you hunted down from pretty much everyone (for what only $1.5 Billion Alive? Oh c’mon that's too generous of a bounty for you. I’d put myself at about only 25 cents given your piss poor track record); You know for sure Bruce did all this, all behind the scenes, pulling every string he can to get us like this.

And why? Letting him know that you can take care of ourselves that one time and him being this offended by it? Well, fuck it, You’ve been showing him alright! Things are shittybut maybe that’s just how he likes it for you. Nothing gonna change that anytime soon; might as well make it the best for you, because it’s all you can do by now.

So now, no shoes, no fucking good socks at all, only one pair of torn sweats, that black tee, suit and toothbrush in your bag, here in this damn blizzard….every breathe getting…heavier….kinda….getting hard to stay awa…Cough Cough Cough

Hey! Cut it out, Dickface! Cough Keep going at least somewhere! Anywhere out of this snow…so much of it….Wait, that spot there, in this alley. That’ll work for now.

You hear that, laying on this backpack now….yeah this’ll work….at least not being out in that wind, though…..so much snow….it’s everywhere. It’s been everywhere these last few days. Fitting really, since well you do hear that right?

C’mon pick it up, Dick, your ears can’t be that piss poor

Cough

“May I, as your new Mayor, wish us all in this dear Bludhaven…..”

Yeah, there it is…..old Mafia boss now politician giving his speech for what today is.

“A Good…Merry ... .Christmas…!”

Okay, you get the idea. At least that’s one thing you got right….

Getting sleepy now….

…...pretty cold…..tomorrow might be better….

But at least that’s one thing, Dick….

…this damn city….all of its people….they got a good Christmas….

Gotta close your eyes now…..

Wait….that the Redbird….isn't that….can’t be Timmy…..

Cough Cough

Heh…looks like he tripped…Not real though….can’t be…..Bruce doesn’t care….you don’t need him…..but yeah….need rest…..you gave them a good Christmas

Who…am….I….to….Cough…..Complain?

#dick grayson #my posts #first day of spring #fanfic #content warning #cw violence #cw self loathing #cw gore #cw blood #cw self deprecation #cw child abuse #sfw #viewer discretion is advised #cw language

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docholligay · 2 months

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The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

Nonspoilery: This is a super fun read that is very much in keeping with how I like my fantasy. I wish it were slightly more on the con man side, but I recognize that those are very difficult to write because one needs to actually be clever enough to come up with the insanely clever plan that unfolds, and, you know what, I'm not there either. But it absolutely is a fun crimey fantasy novel, well written that expects you can actually follow a line of description and maybe even look up a big word, that tries very hard not to bore you with needing to refer to a glossary or map.

I will say, and I'll talk about this more below: There are basically no women in this novel. it's a little disappointing. I still overall think it's worth it if you like this sort of thing though.

SPOILERS BELOW:

THIS is the kind of thing pitchless draw was made for. You could not have talked me into reading this book. Unless you possess an incredible skill--I'm not sure *I* could have talked me into reading this book, and supposedly no one knows me better.

But I did really enjoy myself. This is a flat out FUN novel, that doesn't mind being long but never feels long. I LOVED the long bits of description in this book, I BEG for flavor in some many modern novels that strip away anything that isn't an immediate moving of the ball. Actually, one of the things I would say that's not a criticism so much as a preference, is that I feel like this book, and probably this writer, remembering his short story from Rogues, is more plot-driven than character driven. I am a girl who loves a really interior novel, and this isn't that, but it did not stop me from having a GREAT time. It's a romp.

I like Locke, and his whole backstory. I wish he were a woman. Specifically, I would love to see a femme con artist, second coming of Minako Aino, Becky Sharp ass bitch. THAT would be my dream for Locke Lamora. And I know my friends who have read this book all want butch Locke and I love that for you, and I know y'all have known me long enough to know I love a butch, but I deserve a treat as well, and I LOVE con artists, and goddamnit, if I could change one thing about this novel, Locke Lamora would be a femme lesbian and I would change NOTHING else. You wouldn't even have to. One fo the great things about Lynch not being a real interior writer is literally any of the mains could be a woman and it would change nothing.

This does segue into the big problem here--there's no women in this novel. It's a 700 page book and I could condense the lines said by women into like two or three pages. I actually DO get it. I think we're reaping a little bit of what we've sown, as a community, with the requirement for perfection in our representation that leads to very boring and safe choices. Everyone is a man. We're only swarthy at best. Can't be criticized for bad identity writing if you don't write them at all! ANd this isn't me being salty, I get how that happens, I have also sometimes fallen into making any character of identity boring as fuck or not writing them at all to avoid any criticism. And no one cares about ME, I'm not a best seller. I do think, maybe, people will get better about this. Pendulums and all. I miss the awkward, good faith 90s where you had the United Colors of Benetton and one character who randomly celebrated Hanukkah. We'll see.

ANYHOW NOT RELEVANT. But I do find it irritating that because of this, we don't see women in this huge story at all. None of the gang, even though it would have been easy as fuck to make, say, Bug a girl. Even doing something like making Nazca Barsavi the actual heir apparent, and to have her marrying Locke because she knows he won't try to be Capa, and she'll let him do whatever the fuck he wants, can play the henpecked husband while being the Thorn of Camorr, could be really fun and would do more for Nazca and also play up their friendship. It could make her death mean a lot more, if they were running their own little Barsavi con.

Anyhow, the really fantastic behind the scenes worldbuilding was how I wish more fantasy novels did it. It didn't often try to explain things to me, it spoke as if I mostly understood them, or had cahracters say them in ways that made sense to the story (In this capacity, Lukas Fehrwright is fucking BRILLIANT as Someone That Must Have Camorr Explained). So I didn't feel like I was being sat down and told the history of a place I barely know, while having stupid fucking vocabulary words thrown at me. We never define any physik or magic beyond what needs be done because fuck you that's why. I love it. Thank you for not telling me what alchemical botany can or can't do. Thank you for dropping literally only what I need to kjnow about wraithstone into the plot. You have a crown in heaven.

Or I know I said I wish it would have been more con-ny and less "kill the new mob boss" at the end there, but oh my fuck, how much did I love the whole job at the counting house. I SCREAMED. It was so good, I had no clue where it was going the whole time and I would never have gotten there, but I LOVED it. What a great time.

One...weakness, for me, I guess I'll say, is that lack of interiority makes it hard to really feel the weight of some things. We don't get enough about Galdo, Calo, or Bug to feel anything for them, and I knew Bug was dead from the time he showed up. Actually, I thought we were going to kill jean Tannen, because that was the only relationship REALLY laden with emotional weight in the book. Didn't bother me enough to not recommend the book, as I'm mostly recommending it on fun, but I did notice.

ANYWAY, uh...any specific questions I'm happy to take!

Unfortunately, this means that @verbforverb nabbed me again. So, I had a great time reading the book but at what cost

#Doc reads

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whatever-color-of-the-rainbow · 3 months

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RTC HEADCANONS GO ‼️‼️

OMG YES THANK YOU. I HAVE A LOT.

I think that Karnak lets everyone come back to life at the end for two reasons. One: let’s be real, putting them through all that just to bring them all back is such a Karnak thing to do. And two: THEY DESERVE IT GODDAMNIT

Noel’s favorite band is The Smiths

Mischa likes giving Ricky stickers to put on his cane or wheelchair

Ocean is aroace, but didn’t know she was aroace for a long time. She just thought she was “too mature” and “too focused on her schoolwork” to have crushes

Penny lets Noel borrow her dresses sometimes

Constance is extremely prone to infodumping (Penny could listen to her for hours though)

Ricky likes to “accidentally” run over Ocean’s toes with his wheelchair when she babies him

Mischa and Noel actually aren’t that bad at math; Mischa has a C and Noel has a B. Ocean just views anything below an A as “bad”.

Penny dressed up as Jane Doe for Halloween, and the rest of the choir found this hilarious

Taylor Swift is Ocean’s favorite singer and Penny’s celebrity crush

Constance has had a crush on everyone in the choir at some point (including Noel, but this was before he came out)

Ricky and Noel once tried to write a Monique/Bachelor Man crossover, but because their stories and writing styles were so different, it failed miserably. Now Ricky just draws pictures of Monique and the Bachelor Man kissing instead.

Ocean likes to wake up early, and Constance does not. So when they have sleepovers, Constance will often wake up and Ocean will have breakfast ready for her.

Ricky and Noel like to go on double dates with Constance and Penny

Noel and Ricky are both genderfluid. Noel is AMAB and Ricky is AFAB, and they’re both prone to dysphoria. If they had a nickel for every joke they made about switching bodies, Noel would have enough money to move to France and take the whole rest of the choir with him.

After the Cyclone thing, Mischa spends more evenings at Ricky’s place than his own

Prior to the Cyclone, Noel is extremely protective of Constance because of the way Ocean treats her

Mischa once overheard Noel talking about RuPaul’s Drag Race during choir. He thought it was an actual racing show and started watching it. It wasn’t what he expected, but it is now his favorite show. (This is technically semi-canon; in the high school edition, Mischa mentioned this.)

Penny and Noel are the definition of gay/lesbian solidarity

Penny and Constance like to go on picnic dates

Ocean and Noel are basically siblings. They actually do love each other and know each other better than anyone, but they live for getting on each other’s nerves, and Noel isn’t afraid to call Ocean out on her bullshit.

Ricky, Noel, Ocean: cat people

Mischa, Constance, Penny: dog people

They’re all autistic, I don’t make the rules

For Noel’s birthday, Ocean made him a bracelet that said his name with red and green beads (because Christmas). In return, Noel made Ocean a bracelet with her name and orange, yellow, white, blue, and teal beads (because beach colors; little did he know that those would become the aroace colors). They trade those bracelets every time they see each other.

Constance once made the mistake of having Mischa watch Up with her. He cried.

Ocean was Constance’s queer awakening in eighth grade. The crush lasted for about four months. ‘Twas a very awkward four months.

Mischa had a crush on a guy before meeting Talia, but didn’t realize it was a crush at the time because it was the mid 2000s and queerness wasn’t really talked about as much as it is today. When Ricky mentioned being bisexual, Mischa came to the conclusion that he was too.

Penny has what might be the greenest eyes that any of her friends have ever seen on a human

Constance is really good at styling hair, so Ocean and Penny always go to her when they want to have their hair look nice for a concert or contest

Ricky’s really good at doing people’s makeup

#noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #ocean o'connell rosenberg #penny lamb #jane doe ride the cyclone #sugardolls #starrypoet #ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone musical #rtc musical #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc headcanons

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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Childhood infatuation - Thunder

Summary: Jake Seresin came into your life and showed you what love was all about and you aren't the only one to realise that Jake is the one.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Epilogue

She had never expected to fall in love with someone after what happened with Rooster. They hadn’t been together, but her confidence was shattered, and she didn’t know if someone would be able to love her. Her family had always been there, but she wanted to have the kind of love that Ice and Mav had or her parents.

Love came at the most unexpected moment in the form of Jake Seresin, she had heard a lot of things about him but to her surprise he didn’t leave her hanging in the sky like she expected him to. The cocky pilot had asked her on a date and Thunder didn’t know what to do, she was scared that this was all a joke, and that the handsome blond didn’t really like her. But that boy proved her wrong in every single way.

Their first date had been a breath of fresh air after Top Gun training, the dinner he had taken her was small but felt like home. He spent the night making her laugh and blush at his flirty remarks. Jake managed to break down all of her barriers in just one night and every day that followed after that.

She had expected him to do everything in his power to win Top Gun, because she knew he wanted to prove himself, prove to his family that he was enough. Behind that cocky façade she had seen the broken boy trying to please his father, who seemed to never think he was enough. Thunder remembers holding him close to her while he broke down after a particular harsh phone call.

“I’m sorry.”, he had whispered so softly that she had nearly not heard it, but he was wrapped in her arms, so she caught the quiet words.

“Why are you sorry Jake?”, she let go of him to look into his green eyes that always managed to pull her in, he sniffed softly, and she took his cheeks softly trying to reassure him.

“You deserve better than this, I’m a mess.”, she couldn’t believe what he was saying, that man that had been by her side through rough patches, had listened to her story and reassured her that she was worth far more than she thought was telling her that he wasn’t worth it.

“Jake listen to me.”, she made him look into her eyes and she could see tears forming in his eyes.

“You are not a mess, do you understand? You are the man that showed me how worth it love is, letting your guard down even though it could hurt you so much. Sure, you are cocky, but you can back it up goddamnit.”, Jake lets out a teary laugh and she brings his forehead against hers.

“You are so much more than you think you are, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you by my side. I love you, Jake Seresin.”, the pilot looked surprised at her words, but a tender smile appeared on his lips.

“I love you too.”, she feels her heart explodes in her chest of love that she feels for this man.

“I’ll love you through the hard times and through the easy ones, and I’ll be by your side and there to support you through every single thing in your life. I’m so proud of you Jake. And maybe your family can’t see it now, but I’ll make sure that everyone can see the amazing man that you are.”, Jake choked on a sob before bringing her closer to him, letting the words settle in his mind.

Meeting her family after that night seemed like the logical step to take, she could see that he was stressed at the idea, but she could see that he was excited. The barbecue had been better than she expected even with the age-old tension between Jake and Bradley. She never understood what had the two boys in such a disagreement, but she hoped that they could mend fences.

She was looking at Jake talking with her father and her uncles about a certain move that he had seen, and she couldn’t stop smiling at the sight.

“He looks like he’s fitting right in.”, she chuckled at Rooster’s words before looking at him, he had a tense smile.

“He is, I’m glad.”, she can’t help but look back at Jake with a bright grin not seeing Rooster looking at her with sad eyes.

“Are you alright? You seemed in a trance.”, Bradley clears his throat but it’s like the words were stuck in his throat the moment he saw her look back towards Hangman.

“Yeah, just glad to see you so happy.”, a blush formed on her cheeks and Bradley wanted to trail his fingers over it but stopped himself.

“I am happy, I didn’t expect to meet someone at Top Gun you know?”, Bradley nods and she has a shy smile.

“But he came into my life like a flash of thunder and now I don’t know what I would do without him.”, she is looking at Jake again who seems to have seen them together and is frowning before flashing them a big grin.

“You deserve this, having the fairy tale ending.”, she laughs at his words and Bradley wants to make her laugh again, see her bright smile, and hear her joyful laughter.

“You said you wanted to talk to me.”, she is looking at him with worried eyes and Bradley had been ready to tell her that he loves her, that he probably has since a long time but only realized it recently.

“Oh, yeah that – it’s not important, in fact I forgot about it.”, she shakes her head chuckling and looking at him with a fond smile.

“I think he needs you to save him from a long conversation with your father.”, she looks alarmed at the sight of her father going towards Jake at the refreshment table and she tells him a quick thank you before running towards Jake.

She once again misses the heartbroken look on his eyes as he watches her laugh at something Jake says. He knew that he ruined his chance back then, you were happy and that was all that mattered. He rememberes his mom telling him that if you love someone you want them to be happy and that’s all he could want for her, and if Jake was her happiness, then he would put his feelings away. Happy that she was happy even though it was with another, but at least she had that bright smile again and sparkling eyes.

She hugs him tight as her and Jake leave, telling him to not be a stranger before letting Jake take her to the car. Maverick comes next to him and brings him in a side hug.

“You did the right thing.”, he nods slowly before leaving towards his room not able to hide the tears any longer.

I'm not sure if there should be another part or if I end it here but I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 9 months

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Lesson Sixteen

After tensions are addressed and grief is felt, Loki decides its time for romance to be rekindled...and your birthday presents the opportune moment.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

CHAPTER-SPECIFIC WARNING: not explicit, but mild descriptions of skinny-dipping

Loki was missing in the morning, and you got the feeling that you knew why.

As consciousness found you much later in the day than you’d anticipated, you rolled over, half-expecting him to be sitting up and fondling your hair, with a cup of rose tea on the bedside table waiting for you. Instead, Loki’s spot on the bed was vacated, the sheets room-temperature. That meant he’d been up with the sun, most likely.

Goddamnit, Loki, you do this too much!

Of course, your first instinct was to assume that he’d left because he wasn;t ready to confront you about your words last night: “I love you.” Neither of you had said a word, Loki could clearly see your embarrassment, so he put you both to sleep with magic and let the inevitable awkward conversation wait until another time.

You decided to be useful and to go check on Katja, perhaps pushing your anxiety over your confession last night to the back of your brain until you saw him again. After all, she had been widowed (thanks to you) less than a day ago. She couldn’t have been doing too well.

You found her sitting in her kitchen, at the small wooden table for two by a window. She had a cup of tea that was no longer steaming in front of her as she stared outside. She didn’t physically acknowledge your entry, but she did speak. “The water in the kettle is still hot.”

“How are you?” you asked, choosing instead to sit across from her.

Katja looked at you, and you were surprised to see how energized she looked for her sulking. “I am calm, but tired. The bed is too big for me.”

You bit your lip to keep the emotions down inside of you. This wasn’t your time to express your sadness or guilt. “Katja, I feel terrible for what I did.”

She shook her head. “I don't want to hear it, especially from you. We are both at peace, and you deserve to be at peace too.” Katja took a finger and traced the edge of her teacup. “We will bury him on the hill this afternoon. The King has been kind enough to offer a grave marker. It would mean everything to me if you would help bear his body up the hill.”

Immediately nodding, you reached out to steady her hand. “I wish there was something we could have done to extend his life, Katja. Ivar was a wonderful person.”

She sighed and looked beyond you, into the middle-distance, as if recalling a lifetime of memories in the blink of an eye. “We survived Ragnarok together. We helped start a new country for our nation’s children, paltry as it is,” said Katja, her smile soft and content. “You cannot ask for a better life for a couple. But, all adventures end, and when you get to be our age, after seeing what we have, you decide after a while that death is the last friend you meet. Whether it’s fast and unfair, slow and methodical, or brutal and theatrical--it ends all pain, it ends all anxiety, it ends all conflicts that swim in your mind. It delivers our reward for a lifetime of living: rest. Truly, Y/N, Ivar had been waiting for you for a long time.”

You hadn’t realized that you’d begun to cry. Katja’s speech vindicated you, and for the first time, you felt at peace with your power.

Katja twisted her lip into a larger smile. “I do not want you to wallow in guilt, not when you’re just starting to fall in love. You deserve to enjoy this moment.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I did the worst thing last night. I told him.”

Katja chuckled. “Oh, and that is why he was so eager to make plans this morning!”

“What?”

Likely thankful for the change in topic, Katja leaned in and lowered her voice. “He was up with the dawn. As you can imagine, I did not sleep well last night and was taking in some fresh air when he emerged from downstairs. He asked me if the village had a florist, for Norns sake!”

You knitted your eyebrows, confused. “Oh…oh?”

“He seemed to have something exciting in mind,” Katja said with a wink. “And I suppose if you told him how you feel, that is an occasion to celebrate.”

The word celebrate triggered something in your head, and it immediately set off alarm bells.

“C…celebrate?” you stuttered, gritting your teeth in annoyance. “Oh, Katja, what is today’s date?”

She nodded. “I recorded Ivar’s death in my journal last night. In Midgard time, it’s August second.”

“Oh, well--”

“--what is it, dear?”

You twisted your own lip into a half-hearted smile. “I’m not sure how, but it seems Loki figured out that today is my birthday.”

Though it was a starkly unorthodox method of celebrating, it still seemed on-brand that you would begin your birthday with a memorial procession.

The storm from the previous night had drawn in a thick, dense wave of humidity that made the air seem nearly unbearable that afternoon, even with the breeze coming off the water. Sweat beaded your brow before you’d gone more than five-hundred feet from the cabin. You had nothing in black that wasn’t a heavy sweater, but the lightweight, olive-green tunic dress you had chosen instead didn’t seem to offend anyone.

You, along with Brunnhilde, Thor, and three other volunteers from the village bore Ivar’s small, humble coffin up the hill, where a grave had already been dug, a simple engraved marker at the head of the rectangular hole in the ground. Loki was nowhere to be seen, and it irked you that he didn’t even have the respect to show up on time.

The King wasn’t much for decorum, or even many two-dollar words, so as the more physically-adept of the gathering began to set the pine box for interment, Katja sang a sonnet that Ivar had crooned to her on their wedding day while Brunnhilde helped the pallbearers:

“Across the expanse Where the timelines cross There we were wed, my love There we shall die, my love And when the path ends We will sit ‘neath the willow Where we were wed, my love Where we shall die, my love…”

You put your hand on the coffin just as it was about to be lowered, kneeling beside it and closing your eyes, hoping to hear an echo from Ivar’s body in a manner similar to how the buried dead charged your powers and guided your steps--but alas, nothing.

You chose to ignore it.

“Well, look who chose to curse us with his presence,” grumbled a disapproving King. You got to your feet and looked over your shoulder to see Loki climbing the hill, a bundle of daisies in his hand, standing out against the black suit he wore.

You had to admit, he looked handsome, but you quickly averted your eyes, still embarrassed by your admission. Loki took the flowers to the King and whispered something in her ear. You didn’t expect her to nod and drop the look of annoyance from her face, as if he’d told her a secret password.

Brunnhilde placed the daisies on Ivar’s coffin, and the pallbearers began lowering it as Katja began to chant something in High Asgardian. Loki slowly crept around to your side and stood by you, but you noticed he didn’t make a move to take your hand or touch you, as if that primal, natural fear of death that he kept with him was returning. It was not encouraging.

Thor was at Katja’s side, a gentle, brotherly hand on her shoulder. He looked up at you and Loki standing together from the other side of the gathering with a hopeful twist of his lip. You tipped your head just enough to see Loki wink back at Thor.

Oh, what is this, God of Tricks? You thought. Now I know there’s some conspiracy afoot!

You weren’t sure if you were up for it today. It wasn’t as if you resented birthdays. You just never really acknowledged them, a natural consequence of having very few people in the world who cared about you. No one in your life had ever indicated that you were worth celebrating.

The sun burned into the back of your neck, and after a few moments, after you sighed out in involuntary reaction to the summer swelter, you felt a single finger tap the back of your neck, which simultaneously sent a comfortable, cool shiver down your back, and painted your skin with an invisible barrier against rays.

He leaned down to your ear. “Ice Giant specialty. You need to mind the sun, darling.”

You would have rolled your eyes if anyone else had said it in such a manner, as if you had no idea what sunburn was. Alas, it was Professor Loki who was giving the word, and you would have let him explain anything to you in that low, rich voice of his.

“Thank you,” you whispered meekly.

“I have some things to attend to this afternoon,” said Loki. “But I would like for you to meet me tonight at sunset.”

“What things do you have to do today?” you asked accusingly, a twinge of mischief of your own in your tone, hoping to box Loki into a confession.

Loki shrugged, momentarily at a loss. “Does it matter?”

“You didn’t say where to meet you,” you added.

Loki smiled again, looking smug. “You’ll know where to go.”

August sunsets in Norway didn’t begin until after 9pm. Loki had to have known he was making you wait an unbearable eight hours for whatever he was concocting. It was all you could do to keep your mind off of the anticipation by training with Brunnhilde and Thor after the memorial. The physical exercise was doing well in keeping your mind elsewhere. Thor was more than a formidable sparring opponent.

“I really wish you’d stay,” said Brunnhilde just as the three of you were winding down for the night. Sunset was an hour off, and you wanted to shower and dress up before somehow knowing where to meet Loki, and subjecting yourself to his nefarious plans.

“Stay?” you asked, wiping your forehead with a towel. “He said to meet him at sunset.”

“No, stay as in after the year turns,” she replied. “Remember? The New Valkyries?”

“Ah,” you nodded uncomfortably, admittedly still unsure about your choices. “Well, maybe we shouldn’t jinx me before the test in December.”

Brunnhilde shrugged nonchalantly. “Y/N, you can control everything about your power now. You can even stand up in head-to-head combat thanks to my tutelage!”

“But what if--?”

“--stop doubting yourself, Y/N, it’s getting redundant,” she rolled her eyes, cutting you off. “What is there back in New York for you? Do you honestly think they’re going to put you on their Avenger-team the way they’ve been treating you?”

You opened your mouth to speak, only for it to remain empty of any reply. You were coming up blank because you knew that the answer was also a big fat cipher. “I…didn’t have any friends or family back there,” you admitted sheepishly. “I don't know what I was expecting, but you’re right.”

Thor emitted a soft, empathetic “aww!” from across the room.

“Then what holds you back? Him?” asked the King, indicating Loki by bringing two fingers up to her forehead and mimicking his horned helmet.

You quickly shook your head. “I guess I don't really know where I belong.”

Thor smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “As long as you’re here, you belong,” he said with jovial warmth, which wrapped around you like a plush, weighted blanket, lifting much of your anxiety. “We’re all exiles here!”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “But I should really get ready for whatever lunacy Loki has prepared for me.”

Thor chuckled and looked away. “It’s been tormenting me to keep it a secret all day!”

You didn’t bother to say goodnight, instead rushing back to the cabin, hoping perhaps to catch Loki off-guard before heading out, but he was nowhere in sight.

After quickly running under a hot shower, you found that you hadn’t the patience to consider your wardrobe, and you settled on a clean red sundress with a lacy hem that fell just above your knee. Then, as the sky turned bright orange outside, you began searching the apartment for any clue Loki may have left on how to get to this secret location, but there didn’t seem to be anything…

…until a small flicker caught the corner of your eye. You turned your head up to the doorway, where a small green orb flickered, beckoning you with a calm, serene energy. Smiling, you followed it up the stairs and out into the evening air, where it blinked out of existence, revealing another orb behind it, about twenty feet further down the road. Suddenly, a string of them appeared, equally-spaced, guiding you on a defined path to the south, toward the fjord but away from the main docks. Every time you met an orb, it fell away before you could touch it.

The sky grew red and indigo as you spent several minutes following Loki’s trail around the outskirts of the village, away from the marina, behind a small cove of rocks nearly a mile away from the center of town.

As you got closer, you became aware of a faint, golden glow originating from a small inlet that led into a section of the fjord that was shallower, cut off from the open air by the piled rocks. You turned toward the tributary, the last of the green beacons blinked away, and before you was an assembly of perhaps hundreds of paper lanterns floating on the water, bobbing gently on the surface, creating the only light source to see by on this, the night of the new moon.

Faint music began caressing your ear, a gentle string sound, and you found its source coming from a self-playing golden harp sitting by a tree nearby.

“Loki?” you asked, your volume softer than you would have intended, your breath taken away by the tranquil, romantic sight. “Where are you?”

“I’m here, love.”

About fifteen feet off the shore, Loki emerged from under the water, his bare chest dripping and glistening amid the lanterns, his hair in a single plait down his back.

You were sold. Happy Birthday!

In spite of the breathtaking view of a wet Loki wading toward you, you kept your wit. “What an entrance, Professor. Worthy of a movie,” you quipped with a flirtatious smile.

He winked. “I assure you, any film made about my life would likely not paint me as such a romantic, not the way the world sees me today.”

You shook your head as you met the water’s edge. “Forget about the world. All that matters is what I see tonight,” you replied.

“And what do you see, princess?” Loki asked at a whisper, stopping just before the water revealed what lay below his pelvic bone.

You inhaled. “Everything I want.”

It may have been in your head, but your enchanting words hit Loki in a different way, making his eyes darken with desire. You took this as the single to strip, slowly slipping your dress down your body until you were before Loki in just panties. You paused with your thumb underneath the lacy waistband, considering making Loki come to take them off himself, but decided that you just wanted to get into his arms faster. In the span of a wink, you were bare.

Loki reacted as if you’d just presented him with a work of art to study. Once you were entirely naked, you gently dipped your toes in the water, warmer than you’d expected. You submerged the rest of your body and carefully floated over to Loki’s position further out. He received you in his arms, and you went further out into the inlet together, until the water was just under your breasts.

Turning to you and tucking a finger under your chin, drawing up your gaze, Loki looked at you in silence for an extra moment. “Beautiful…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. “This is lovely, but how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“About today?” you leaned back, wondering if he was truly ignorant, or if he was pranking you.

“Today? I’m sure I don't know what you’re referring to.”

You cocked your head to the side, raising a skeptical eyebrow as he couldn’t help but smirk devilishly. “You know damn well what I’m referring to!”

He finally let out the laugh he’d been keeping in. “I wanted to surprise you. I’ve known your birthday since S.H.I.E.L.D. arrested you. It was the second detail in your file, under your name.”

“Oh, I guess that checks,” you admitted. It never occurred to you that Loki had probably been briefed on you as if you were a terrorist before he signed on the dotted line.

“Well, what about yours?” you asked. “So I can ambush you when the time comes…unless it already has?”

Loki shook his head. “It has not yet come this year, but I’m afraid we will be too occupied to acknowledge it. For you see, it falls only days before our test in December.”

“You’re a winter child,” you remarked. “Well, close enough, anyway. I should have known.”

“Well, the seasons and timelines work differently on Asgard. It wasn’t cold the day I was born,” he explained. “However, I was not born on Asgard at all. You see, when the--”

Loki had intended to go into teacher’s mode again to explain more of his past to you, but you’d begun to nuzzle his neck affectionately, deciding in the moment to forget everything beyond the fjord, and to just let Loki’s gentle touch carry you into your next year of life.

He chose to murmur delicately into your ear instead.

“I love you too, Y/N."

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muthaz-rapapa · 4 months

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Otona Precure '23: The Sequel We ACTUALLY Deserve

Let's not mince words.

Otona Precure wasn't just fantastic, it puts every reboot or sequel of an established series to shame.

Because yea, it's primarily aimed at an older audience alright but the issues and the themes discussed in the story are relatable and relevant to everyone's interests, regardless of age.

That reality is much harsher than we think it is, more than we can comprehend. That the world will never be perfect like we want it to be.

But also that, because we're on this planet right now at this very moment, we can't just sit around and resign ourselves to not do anything as situations continue to worsen.

Pollution, climate change, toxic society, war.

The show did not shy away from addressing these topics but what's even more notable is it pointing out that people, humans, are the source of them all.

And I appreciate the honesty of that statement because yes, frankly, we are the problem.

People are selfish. We indulge too much in ourselves, our own egos, that we are blinded to the welfare of others. We are also lazy and discriminating and even those who say we'd like things to be better often give up too easily because searching for a solution is too hard and daunting.

Mankind is the shittiest species to walk upon this earth and no one's gonna argue on that.

But does that make everyone inherently bad though?

No, of course not.

We're flawed beings but we're also capable of learning. We're capable of understanding and compassion. There are many among us who do try our best to make this world a kinder and more beautiful place to live in.

But as the finale shows, it cannot only be these few people (like Precure) to do all the hauling and pushing. Everybody has to pitch in. Everybody has to contribute for a better world to be possible.

And that doesn't mean tackling a conflict that's a lot bigger than you can handle. That doesn't mean you have to go at it all alone.

It means that you have to change the way you are, change the way you do things to get the ball rolling. Only by changing yourself first that you can begin to change your surroundings, not the other way around.

It's only through the collective effort of everyone wanting to change for the better that we can protect what we love and create the future that we envision.

Precure is meant to inspire that will to act which is best exemplified in Nozomi. Cure Dream, the Precure of Hope.

Nozomi stands out among the many lead Cures we've had over the years in the quality of leadership she displays as the head of her own team.

She is not the brightest nor sharpest person in any group but damn, does that girl woman never give up.

Not even when she pushes herself to the brink that she falls unconscious from fatigue several times did she ever consider the thought of giving up.

And that's exactly what makes her such a strong and effective leader.

It's not because she's been put into that position so she's only functioning as one.

It's because she inspires everyone around her to become the leaders of their own lives which would then repeatedly bring about the butterfly effect in people beyond their own circle.

Additionally, we must applaud at how well the themes of adulthood and personal struggle have been explored. Look at the girls! Look at how much they've grown, how much they've progressed from the time they were still just middle schoolers dreaming of what they want to be in the future.

(GODDAMNIT, MILK BECAME THE PRIME MINISTER OF HER HOME COUNTRY, I'M STILL NOT OVER THAT AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!)

They've accomplished so much and you can't help but be incredibly proud of how far they've come on their individual journeys.

But now that they're adults, they also realize just how difficult it is to keep the optimism they had when they were kids. Things don't always go the way you want them to. Real life is stressful and exhausting and the accumulation of all those negative feelings of helplessness is enough to send anyone into depression.

As an adult, you're constantly asking yourself "is it really worth it?" because you don't want to betray the hopes you had as a child but sometimes, it's just too hard that all you want to do is give up.

...and that's okay if you need to for a while.

Take a break, go talk to someone you can trust if you feel you've really hit rock bottom.

Find a secure, safe space to cry it all out if you have to.

It's okay to not be okay all the time.

Because that's pretty much what adulthood is.

Being an adult is not about doing everything but knowing you can't do everything and telling yourself that's okay. Because you're already doing everything you can. Your best is good enough.

It's good enough for one person. Nobody's asking you to save the world or become a magical girl to fight off monsters or resolve a major crisis with a miracle answer.

You just need to do your part of the whole in the best way you can. That's all.

And I believe Bell knows that as well.

She knows that just because today's worst was averted, it doesn't mean we're out of the doom radar yet. Because she's right. Humans still can't be trusted as proven by that after-credits scene. There are still plenty of jerks out there who don't give a damn about how much harm they're adding to the world.

But she also knows that as long as there is someone like Precure to do their part, to yell at those jerks to pick up their trash, then maybe, maybe, not all hope is lost just yet.

And so she leaves with the words "I'll be waiting for you in the future", hoping that what the Cures have taught her to believe won't betray her when that time comes.

That said, for us longtime fans of the series, Otona Precure is also a love letter.

A project of appreciation to us for the past 20 years of love and support we've given this franchise.

And I'd say we got what we wanted because before the announcement of this spin-off, I didn't think Toei would ever care to redeem Yes! 5 Precure on how badly it performed during its two seasons run.

Yet here we are and even 100 times better than the original.

They cut out all the fillers which was the primary flaw of those two seasons and focused entirely on the characters. The girls and the expansion of their story arcs. The stuff we actually want to see.

Moreover, the writers did a very great job of showing how everyone has matured. For example, Rin and Karen outgrew their bickering and even the uncalled for vitriol that Kurumi always directed at Nozomi is nowhere to be found.

Seriously! I laughed so hard when Kurumi switched the target of her criticism from Nozomi to Coco. I don't think we've ever seen her this concerned and sympathetic towards Nozomi to the point that she didn't even hesitate to yell at her superior to "cut it with your responsibilities crap and go comfort your lonely girlfriend, you idiot king!"

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Everyone is just incredibly supportive of each other and that's so heartwarming.

I also personally loved how they dealt with Komachi's episode, which introduced a sort of sub-theme of one's love for their hometown.

Komachi has always aspired to become a writer and it would've been fine to go down the route of getting her out of her slump.

But having Komachi put in effort for her community, learn about the history of her town, and becoming determined to defend it after her strengthened appreciation fit with the overarching theme and her personality so much better.

The inclusion of Splash Star into this story was awesome, too.

If I can be honest, I don't think Saki and Mai would've done as well as Otona Precure if they had 12 episodes only to themselves (including Michiru and Kaoru, btw). So by giving them a fair amount of screentime next to the Yes!5 girls, the show just felt more complete with their conclusions.

They're still chasing their respective dreams, had their relationship troubles (and Saki got engaged to her boyfriend/fiance who seems like a very good guy judging by how he's supportive of her going to Luxembourg, ugh so happy for her!) and career doubts but are still as close as ever which allowed them to pull through in the end.

Wonderful.

Finally, let's all agree that no anniversary season is complete unless proper spotlight is given to the dai-senpai Precure, FutariWa.

Maybe that's why 10th anniversary was such a dud?

They didn't get as much screentime as they did during the 15th anniversary (which included two episodes in Hugtto and sharing the main lead role with Hana/Cure Yell in the All Stars movie) but they still made a grand entrance in the penultimate ep of Otona Precure and kicked absolute ass in the finale and that's really all that matters.

So good job, Toei!

And ok, finally finally, NozoCoco officially got 💖MARRIED💖

Romance is not a vital aspect of Precure nor does it ever have to be because focusing on friendship and teamwork is still the most important aspect when it comes to this series...

But only a stupid numbskull would say Coco is unnecessary to Nozomi's happiness because he's the biggest reason she was able to become who she is today. The fact that she even tells him, right after she woke up from her coma, that she needs him to truly be happy is a proof of how irreplaceable he is to her.

She doesn't ask him to be with her because she needs a man. She wants him to marry her because he brings out the best in her. Because he is the one person who can understand her better than anyone else can and the one person whom she wants to share the rest of her life with.

Remember that Nozomi was inspired by Coco. She became Precure, became Cure Dream, because she met him. She aspired to become a teacher because of him. The butterfly effect for her began with him.

For them to overcome all these obstacles to their relationship and promise to be there for one another, through all the good and bad...it's the fulfillment of a dream they both deserve.

And the perfect ending to Yes! 5 Precure.

So congratulations to Yes!5 and Splash Star on an amazing sequel.

Congratulations to Precure for these precious 20 years you've given us.

Here's hoping to more successful years ahead.

See you in the new year!

#my last post of 2023 so going out with a bang #otona precure #yes! 5 precure #splash star precure

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lightningfiction · 10 months

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"It's a bad time to be a writer."

"Goddamnit, boy," Artemis snaps, slamming a teacup so the drink splashes over the rim. "When wasn't it? When wasn't it a bad time to be a writer? When didn't we have to eke out an existence while getting laughed out of rooms? When didn't we have to write without the fear of censorship, without the fear of persecution? The powers that be will always make life impossible for us. But we have persevered, anyway. We persevered then, and we shall persevere now."

Thierry cannot look her in the eye. A thousand arguments rise and collapse on his tongue, empires of words that he somehow just can't build. "What do I say?" he asks in the end. The night is heavy. Too-quiet. It feels like the end. "Tomorrow we will become irrelevant, replaced by robots. Nobody cares. Our readers won't care. As long as they have something to spend their money on—no, even better, something to get for free. Who cares how a thing is made? My shirt has a Made in India tag, you know," he adds. "No doubt in a sweatshop. But I didn't think twice. Nobody cares."

She laughs at him. Artemis always laughs when she is right. But then, she has lived five hundred years now. She has enjoyed an eternity of being proven right. "People do care, Thierry," she says slowly. "I promise you that your pessimism is not the truth of the world."

"Caring won't save the world. If people care so much—so—" his voice cracks, "so fucking much, then why is everything in pieces?" It feels good to swear. He hasn't cussed in ages. "You once told me that the world is always going to hell."

"It is," she says evenly. "And everyone has always felt like things are bad. But have you ever considered that the robot that wants to become you, cannot really become anything at all? That it is just a tool, just another tool to silence the many truths you have to say? Why—if a robot can write it, then it must not be so dangerous, yes? If a robot can do it, then it can be controlled—it is censorship without the censorship, the replacement of a thing with the idealised version of a thing, a utopia that is easy to digest and mass produce. It is not the truth. It can't be the truth because it is not human. So fear not, boy, you're not going to become irrelevant."

"Nobody cares." Thierry covers his face. It's pathetic, the way he's crying. Do immortals cry? Has Artemis ever cried? Or are they so confident about surviving anything that it just doesn't matter to them anymore?

She leans across the table. "Thierry. You see yourself as such a cynic but I don't think that you are. You can't be. Because you create. And a story is just a dream. And a dream, no matter how bleak, is an act of faith. How dare you assume that someone will read your work? How dare you assume that what you have to say matters? Yes, yes! This is an act of faith. Of courage. To stand up and say that your voice deserves to be heard. To shout into the void with even the dimmest hope that someone can hear you. That someone will listen—god forbid, even respond.

"Yes, it is hard right now," she goes on. "And it will get harder still. But it is nothing that can't be survived. We need stories. We need to hear what other people have to say. Do not come here with your cheap, commonplace pessimism—it is so dull. Wipe your tears," she orders. "And tell me a story."

#fantasy // where the wild things are #writeblr #writing #ai discourse #i wrote this because i got very depressed thinking of chatgpt #and i had a conversation with myself #and i just had to give myself some hope #excerpts from a book i'll never write

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Congratulations darling!!! 😆😆 You deserve this milestone and so much more 💕💕💕 I'm so so happy for you!!

I read through the prompts and I'd love to request a drabble please 🥺

What do you think about...

“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.” (smut) + "We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.” (angst)

I think these two would create a heartbreakingly sexy scene. Thank you in advance, my love 😘

never again | pjm

-> pairing sub!jimin x dom!reader

-> genre smut & angst

-> summary a reunion between old college friends, has you meeting park jimin once again. a guy who you can't seem to agree with nor keep your hands off.

-> word count 2.1k

-> warnings swearing, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, grinding, dry humping, biting, riding, not a happy ending :') feel like that should be a warning...

-> author's note my mindy!! thank you for sending this request, i hope you feel a lot better and it's good to see you back on tumblr after your short break. now i reeeeally hope you'll enjoy this! and i can't believe i got carried away with this one too... goddamnit. (again, prompts are marked in bold! and i don't have taglists for requests, thank you.) - btw i used jimin cause he's been taking a biiig part of my brain atm... so i couldn't resist. <3

‘’Why didn’t you tell me that Park Jimin was going to be here?’’ You whisper yell to your old dorm roommate Jenna.

Jenna delivers a puzzled look at your somewhat question revolving the Park Jimin. ‘’Why wouldn’t he be? He went to the same college as us.’’ She wasn’t wrong. You’re just surprised to see he showed to the reunion party when he barely talked with anyone from college.

‘’Right.’’

‘’Is this about you hating each other’s guts?’’ She chuckles when you can’t seem to look in her eyes, nailing the reason for you being quite pissed off about seeing him here.

‘’I just can’t seem to agree with him, it’s useless at this point.’’ You roll your eyes, letting yourself cool off as more people enter the big venue.

Jimin is quick to catch onto you in a baby blue dress, taking shots with Jenna. He hasn’t seen you since the graduation party and his heart flutters when you turn, eyes locked. You bite your lip as you scan his outfit; all black with a knitted sweater and loose pants. You turn around when you notice the blush reaching his cheeks. Not wanting to give too much of your attention.

Your method works, Jimin taking it as a sign to walk over to you and Jenna. He’s accompanied by Taehyung.

‘’So no, hi Jimin I missed you?’’ His smirk is showing a glimpse of his white teeth and you’re trying your best not to smile. ‘’No, because that would be a lie.’’ You clap him on the shoulder for comedic purpose and it works, Jenna and Taehyung snorting at your comeback.

‘’I forgot we didn’t like each other for a minute.’’

‘’Glad I could remind you.’’ It turns silent, Jenna and Taehyung sending each other a side glance, sensing the strong tension floating between Jimin and you.

‘’Tae and I are gonna go say hi to some friends.’’ There’s no response from either of you, too busy staring each other down. ‘’I think that’s our cue.’’ Taehyung whispers subtly to Jenna who nods in agreement.

Your smile subtly appears when Jenna and Taehyung have disappeared longer inside the big venue. Jimin doesn’t speak, letting his eyes speak instead. You don’t feel intimidated one bit, swirling your half filled cup awaiting for him to fold.

‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ You tilt your head, taking control over the conversation.

‘’Whatever I’ll say you’ll disagree.’’ Jimin licks his lips slowly, catching your gaze moving to them.

‘’You’re not wrong darling.’’ You look away, noticing just how little of the people here you know. It’s not something that fazes you, although Jimin’s presence being so close to you that you’re able to smell his strong scent fazes you a lot. You take a deep breath, almost losing focus of the hating game you’re playing with Jimin at this very moment.

He moves closer, his lips brushing against your ear, ‘’Y/N, just admit I affect you and we can let this silly game go.’’ You’re contemplating for a minute, his chest pressed ridiculously close to your shoulder. You can feel the sudden heat creeping from under your skin and you try your best not to show it. However, Jimin knows you better than you’d think.

‘’You’re ridiculous. I’m going to the restroom, don’t follow me.’’ You point your finger at him, before walking away and making eye contact with Jenna who’s smiling awkwardly over your interaction with Jimin.

You don’t bother locking the door for the huge bathroom, surprised over how much this one person toilet has space. It’s ridiculous.

You stare down your reflection in the mirror, noticing how wide your smile is. Fuck. You promised yourself a long time ago that you’d never do it again, yet here you are.

Your thoughts are cut off by a certain someone entering. You don’t even have to turn to know exactly who decided to drop by. ‘’Did anyone see you enter?’’ You especially don’t want Jenna asking questions as to why Park Jimin entered the bathroom not even five minutes after you.

‘’No, it’s all clear.’’ He comes from behind, smiling at you as he looks at you through the mirror. He’s blushing, breathing shakingly behind you as he awaits your response.

‘’Good boy.’’ You run your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck as he groans against your neck sending you shivers down your spine. You forgot how much he enjoyed hearing that nickname slip out from your lips.

‘’You know what that nickname does to me.’’ You hum a yes, too focused on Jimin’s warm tongue running on your neck as he softly kisses it.

‘’Did you lock the door?’’ Jimin stops kissing your neck, eyes meeting yours once again and he smirks, ‘’why? Are you scared someone will see you with me?’’ He’s mocking you. His teeth biting on your earlobe as you try to form a response to his mockery.

‘’Something like that…’’ You whisper, your body reacting to the rush Jimin sends you with his lips playing at your most sensitive spot. He’s reached to the nape of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips to make sure you don’t move and accept him pleasing you. You know a part of him has always wanted to take full control and make a mess out of you, yet something has been holding him back. Which explains why you’ve always led to take full control of the situation.

You’re enjoying the soft sensation you’re receiving from Jimin but you want more, need more. ‘’Jimin.’’ You say softly and he hums against your skin provoking goosebumps to arise on your body. You turn around in a swift motion, Jimin being surprised by your sudden movement. But mostly, you’re taking your time to admire him. Tracing your fingers on his exposed collarbones, feeling how soft he feels under your fingertips. Jimin gets shy under your touch, letting your hands wander wherever they want to touch. So you do, running your cold hands under his knitted sweater. He hisses when your hands land flatly on his abs, eyes closing as they move longer down. You notice the black leather belt and how it clungs his hips nicely. Tracing your fingers over the metal, you take a hold of his belt.

Jimin had a different expectation than you holding him by the belt as you walk him over to the toilet seat. You push him to sit and unleash your hold on his belt.

‘’Take your pants off.’’ You’re quick, nerves almost jumping over people noticing you and Jimin gone for way too long. Suspicion is never something to cause around Jenna, her eyes catch onto everything.

To your luck, Jimin obeys quickly, fidgeting with his belt in a hurry as you stand with arms crossed. He’s always been desperate when the opportunity with you stands.

The boxers stay on, his erection hugging the fabric tightly, giving you a glance at his length. God, you’ve missed this. But that’s something you’ll never find yourself admitting to anyone, especially Jimin.

The longer you stare at his cock behind his briefs, the more you grow aroused for what’s about to come. Your underwear clinging to your now wet folds.

You lift your dress a bit, removing them as Jimin’s eyes follow your movement, noticing the wet patch on the inner side of your white laced thong. He wants to mock you once again, proving you want him as much as he wants you. But he doesn’t, too focused on you now sitting on him.

Jimin wants to kiss you, your lips merely inches from his, so he moves more forward only for you to move back and laugh.

‘’I decide when I get to kiss you.’’ You remind him. He nods and you start dragging your wet slit over his clothed cock. You’re being such a tease, proving to Jimin that he needs to be careful if he wants you to give him what he so desperately wants.

‘’Mmm— fuck.’’ Jimin lets out with a breath, your movements quickening to hear him beg.

Jimin thoroughly enjoys you moving on him, using all the time in the world to make him feel good. But his desperation grows and it slips out, ‘’please, I can’t wait anymore. Wanna feel you.’’ You smile in satisfaction, bringing your hand to the hem of his boxers and pulling them down revealing Jimin’s cock.

It’s pretty, veiny and sunkissed pink. The tip glistening with pre-cum proving his desperation towards you. You swirl your thumb over the tip, feeling the sticky texture as Jimin whimpers over your touch.

Now grabbing a hold of the base, positioning yourself to fully take him as he awaits in anticipation.

‘’Wait– can I finger you?’’ You chuckle dryly, ‘’that’s cute.’’ Jimin doesn’t have a chance at asking you once more as you sink down on him slowly, letting yourself stretch.

You moan as you’ve fully sunk down, his cock filling you up so nicely. Jimin’s biting his lips, preventing himself from whining too much over you — although you really don’t mind. You feel so warm, clenching once in a while which sends him to the moon. His mouth is about to dry up, having been open for too long.

You roll your hips against him, his skin rubbing over your clit which throws your head back as you continue fucking yourself on him. Jimin grabs you by the waist, following your movements, being so immersed by your body moving with no effort.

‘’Y/N–’’ He calls out, trying his best not to cum so fast. When you don’t respond, continuing to move, Jimin grabs your face. You're thrown back by his sudden touch, as his eyes sparkle, examining your face and mostly lips.

‘’Please kiss me.’’ He’s serious. His nose rubbing against yours and you give in, letting your lips move with his. You can taste the champagne resting on his lips and you grow dizzy. This is why you prevent kissing Jimin under sex, he’s addictive and just so good at kissing you. When his tongue is about to tangle with yours, you pull back and Jimin grunts in disappointment. You don’t linger too long on that thought, going back to riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

He’s determined to keep his lips close to yours, brushing once in a while as you move above him. The sound escaping both of you, fills the empty bathroom as your orgasms are about to reach.

‘’Fuck.’’ Jimin holds you closer, his arms wrapping over your form as he rests his forehead on your chest. ‘’You have no idea how much–’’ He’s biting your skin, trying his best to form the sentence he so desperately wants to say but you’re making it hard for him.

‘’Y/N, I don’t want anyone else.’’ You hear him, every word but you continue, not giving up on the upcoming orgasm that has settled in the pit of your stomach. Jimin’s hands cradle your face, your eyes locking as the sparkle in his eyes return. ‘’No one else can make me feel like you do.’’ As the sentence slips from Jimin’s lips, your legs shake as you come undone all over his cock, coating him with your arousal. You’d never admit that his choice of words were the last push you needed to finish, but they were. You’ve always despised Jimin, in a way that you two would never come to an agreement about the most simple things. Complete opposites you’d say. It doesn’t work. It never works.

Jimin’s panting speeds up before he fills you up, his cum coating your walls. You slow your movements as his cock softens inside of you.

‘’Shit.’’ You let out as you both try and catch your breaths.

‘’Y-yeah.’’ Jimin’s shy demeanor returns, his grasp loosening as you stand up from him. You put your panties back on, a clear silence between you two. It’s always like this afterwards, neither of you would speak. Always leaving as if nothing happened and moving on to other things. But not this time.

‘’I meant what I said.’’ You know what he’s referring to you, and as you haven’t given a proper reaction to his words he felt the need to emphasize it.

‘’Jimin.’’ You call out gently, your hand on his cheek, getting a new sight of his brown eyes. You take a deep breath, forming your words as best as possible. It’s clear as a blue sky that the young gentleman loves you, so you’re making it easier for the both of you.

‘’We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.’’ Jimin’s mouth drops slightly, his lips trembling as your words sink in. You don’t love him. You never have. Seeing he won’t respond to your statement, you fix your hair and dress before stepping out and leaving him alone, once again, as if he meant nothing.

#jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts park jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #bts jimin smut #park jimin fic #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #bts fan fiction #bts fan fic #bts fanfic

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wandering-bard-from-the-id · 1 year

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Frozen 2: What Disney Could and Should have Done Better

Let me start by saying, I like Frozen 2. In fact, there are parts of it I love. When it first came out, I really liked it. Now that some time has passed and I’ve had a chance to revisit it, I can see it flaws with a clearer eye.

I’ve said this many times and still stand by it. Frozen 2 should have been Frozen 3. There should have been a movie or two between Frozen and Frozen 2 that really dealt with the character’s relationships. The characters are why we love Frozen, we deserved more than a few shorts and a weak sequel.

Let’s start with what I think was the first mistake of Frozen 2

The Proposal

Kristoff should have proposed to Anna at the beginning of the movie. In the movie tie in book, it claims Kristoff told Elsa he was planning to propose to Anna before the events in Frozen 2. If that is so, then Elsa should have been helping Kristoff get ready to propose during game night. It would have been a great moment to show growth in Elsa and Kristoff’s relationship. There still could have been moments with the ‘voice’ distracting Elsa as they moved about the town.

In Frozen Fever we saw Elsa and Kristoff in a budding ice bros relationship, working together to give Anna a perfect birthday. F2 left us with Elsa and Kristoff feeling like little more than friendly strangers.

FF had Kristoff publicly declaring his love for Anna. OFA it was clear their relationship was much deeper. I’m not saying Anna doesn’t still have fears about relationships, but it’s been three years. And based on the way they acted with each other during the game night scene, they were too close for the Anna to be as insecure about their relationship as the rest of the movie made her out to be.

I think the whole miscommunication storyline between Anna and Kristoff was a bad take on the characters and frankly lazy story writing. It’s the most overused writing trope when trying to cause conflict between characters, especially romantic interests. Hell, we’ve been plagued by it ever since Shakespeake had Romeo off himself cause he didn’t get the memo that Juliet was faking her death.

The trip North should have been Anna and Kristoff acting lovely dovey, as a newly engaged couple would. Stealing kisses, talking about wedding plans, a happiness in spite of what they are heading into. Plus, it would have raised the stakes for things to come.

Let’s talk about Elsa for a moment. Elsa nearly killed herself trying to give Anna the best birthday even, yet we’re supposed to believe she wouldn’t have been involved with one of the biggest moments of Anna’s life? One of the big issues I’ve had with all the Frozen movies and shorts is we’ve never really gotten Elsa’s supportive big sister moment. There was a very small taste of it at the end of F2 on the beach when the sisters reunited, but there needed to be more.

It's always Anna being the supportive one. I want Anna wailing and Elsa holding her, stoking her hair and whispering assurance to calm her. Elsa holding Anna after a nightmare or assuring her that while her fear of being hurt is valid she can’t let it stop her from loving Kristoff, or just slipping up behind her to give her a loving bear hug. That is a character grow moment Elsa desperately needs.

It would have been great if during game night, Elsa and Kristoff had worked out a whole plan where Elsa was supposed to act out a wedding, and when Anna guessed it, Kristoff would get down on one knee and propose. But Elsa was so bad at charades, and the voice distracted her, that Anna couldn’t guess it.

Kristoff proposes anyway. There is a big family moment. I do love the way Anna reacted to Kristoff’s proposal. They got that part right. But even in the movie Elsa’s reaction to the proposal was way too low key. She knows this is good for Anna, she’s happy for her. Goddamnit show it to us!

Elsa could still have left after the proposal because of the voice, and she could have sent Sven and Olaf to bed to give Anna and Kristoff some alone time.

We could still have Anna stopping by Elsa’s room to check on her. But it should have been deeper, with Elsa telling Anna how happy she is for her and how proud their parents would be of her. Give Anna an emotional moment where she doubts that, and Elsa has to BE THE SUPPORTIVE BIG SISTER!

FYI the deleted scene where Elsa shows Anna their parent’s conversation about telling Anna the truth and being proud of her could have bookended this conversation. Cutting that scene was stupid.

The bedroom scene could have still ended with Anna noticing something is off with Elsa and singing her to sleep.

If Kristoff had proposed at the beginning of the movie, then the moment when Anna choses to leave Kristoff behind and follow Elsa would have had a stronger emotional impact.

On a side note, I know they often use other character’s rigging to save time in animation. It makes sense, but when Anna gets irritated with Kristoff, during the wagon ride, and says, “You think I’m crazy?” It’s clearly Jessie from Toy Story’s rigging. To the point, every time I see it, it throws me out of the moment. I don’t see Anna, I see Jessie. There should have been some tweaks to make it more Anna like. Though if they had put the proposal at the beginning, the scene wouldn’t have been needed to begin with.

After the sister’s learn the truth about their mother and before the village scene. There should have been a moment where Anna gets mad at Kristoff for carrying her away from Elsa. Kristoff get mad at her for putting herself in danger. He makes a remark about her not being able to do the things Elsa does. He means magic, but it strikes a nerve from Anna’s childhood insecurities about never being good enough. They end up storming away from each other to cool down.

Kristoff goes off into the woods with Sven, no Ryder. Anna stays in the village. Again, this would have added emotional punch to Anna’s decision to leave Kristoff behind. Plus, it adds to that bookend moment, with Kristoff carrying Anna away from the danger of the fire and later with him carrying her away from the giants. Her realizing his love is true, she can always rely on him, and he trusts her judgment by taking her to the dam without questioning her actions.

BTW Elsa should have tried to get Anna to stay in the village with Kristoff.

Lost in the Woods would still work. It’s Kristoff admitting he’s fears about the proposal, but coming to the realization he doesn’t want a life without Anna in it. Have him return to the village to learn Elsa and Anna left without him. Gut punch.

I loved the Spirits and the way they tested Elsa. That is probably my favorite parts of the movie. It does make since she is drawn to them.

Another reason F2 should have been a later film is the final separation between the sisters. I understand the reasoning behind it, but they never gave us the sisterly moments we wanted and needed leading up to it. The writers/creators blew the separation story, because they didn’t take the time to build the storyline and character growth needed to earn it.

Final thoughts, there should have been more action scenes involving the sisters together. There should have been ice bros moments. Kristoff should have had a bigger reaction to Elsa’s death and return. That should have been a moment where he spun Elsa like he usually does Anna.

All three characters were out of character for much of the movie. Elsa came off as selfish. Anna is far to needy and clingy. Kristoff is clueless. I still love them, but they deserve a better movie.

#frozen 2 #Elsa #Anna #Kristoff

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ourflagmeanslegos · 8 months

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MEET THE CREW

left to right, top to bottom:

lucius, stede, ed, izzy

buttons (and karl), jim, oluwande, frenchie

the swede, roach, black pete, wee john

mary, evelyn, fang, ivan, calico jack

pics of everyone individually under the cut!

lucius

our favorite scribe, holding a notebook and quill so he can keep track of all the takes! (<- that was a typo from "tales" but tbh i like "takes" better.)

stede

looking prim and proper with his little teacup. this is actually more like his s2 hair, and i'm looking forward to updating him with some new clothes, since i'm not a huge fan of the outfit i was able to put together.

i love his little beard so much and it's a shame it will not be forever. we can always look at the old pics, though. his little one-armed jacket is so fun and i wish i had the fine motor skills to give him some tattoos.

izzy

pretty sure this is the angriest face i own lol. i love his one glove, i think that's a nice touch. i also have an update ready for him for s2 ;)

buttons

i do not have a "balding on top" hair unfortunately, but i was lucky enough to find a seagull at a lego convention earlier this year, where i also found a number of other pieces for this project.

jim

complete with knife, of course, and featuring optional hat. best shirt i could find has an ammo belt though lol.

oluwande

my beloved. comes with or without orange hat, which i also found at that convention.

frenchie

speaking of things i found at the convention, A LUTE!! before i got that, he had a fucking electric guitar because that was the closest i had lmao.

the swede

i know his shirt is totally the wrong color but it was the closest i had in terms of design. he's got some orange juice too, so he doesn't lose any more teeth.

roach

wish i had a butcher knife or something, but instead he has a lovely pie.

black pete

i don't have much to say about him lol. he is bald and silly.

wee john

of course i had to give him FIRE. also i love this head's facial hair for him. it came with a pirate ship set i got recently, as did this shirt.

mary

she is ready to paint and to murder her husband. i love this hairstyle for her, even if it's a bit lighter than real mary's hair.

evelyn

was very happy to find a feminine face with an eyepatch at the convention, and it's even on the correct eye! i wanted to give her maroon sleeves too but the only shirts i had with that color sleeves broke when i tried to remove the arms lol. they were from a harry potter set i got over a decade ago though so i don't care <3

fang

i love his jacket, even though it's not quite accurate for him. and you know i HAD to give him a dog, he deserves it goddamnit.

ivan

i LOVE this hair i was able to find for him, and the surprisingly accurate shirt that i happened to already have.

calico jack

my garbage boy <3 i had this whip from an indiana jones set, and i found the bottle at the convention. i wasn't originally planning on making him but when i came across this face i knew i had to.

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kobedivision · 6 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Kaiji Sano

~~ October 27th ~~

“If you were mine, if you were only mine, I'd bring you so much further down and twist your mind until the end of time.”

“Hey cuties! It’s your favorite adorable cosplayer, Jinx here!…Ahaha! Wow, all of you are coming in fast, I can barely keep up! Oh! Thank you for the donation JinxLuver76! Let’s see here…’Happy Birthday Jinx!’”

“Oh that’s right! Haha! I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday, thank you soooo much everyone! I guess we can make this an impromptu birthday live! Let’s make this something to remember, okay?”

Voice Lines:

“Damn, 22 years old and I still look like I just graduated high school, not that I’m complaining, I mean who wouldn’t want to look young and beautiful? I wouldn’t trade it for anything, even if I have to deal with having to get carded at every bar and club I go to, how infuriating.”

“I’ve gotten to many messages and gifts from my fans, it just warms my heart! There’s nothing like the feeling of being pampered, I tell you and I especially deserved to be celebrated after all the shit I’ve gone through.”

“Yes mom, thank you and for the 14th time, I’m okay, Nagisa’s okay too, we’re both fine, you don’t have to come over, we know your busy with the boutique….fine, I’ll pop in just to say hi but I’m really busy today so I don’t have much time. Yeah, I love you too, tell Dad I said hi or whatever.”

“God, having 4 older brothers fucking suck. You’d think that being one of the younger members in the family, you’d get more attention and don’t get me wrong, I do, just not the attention I would like. Henri only gave me a list of various rehab clinics, Izana gave me a guide to healthy relationships book, Mikiya gave me five fucking dollars, and I haven’t heard jack shit from Claude! At least Nagisa was considerate enough to get me something that I can actually use! Sometimes I have to wonder just why my parents decided to have so many fucking kids…”

“ReeeeenReeeeen!!! Aw, I was hoping to see you! After all, how could you forget your best and most cutest friend ever? Hey, it’s MY day today! I can be as selfish as I want! Ha! That’s right, and this monarch demands gifts and I know you got some so hand it over, my loyal knight!”

“Dude, holy shit! These are so fucking pretty!! Way better than the ones I have! Awww, Ayano really knows her stuff! Good to know that at least one of you has a decent sense of fashion…Dude, I swear I see you wear the same leather and chains combo almost every day, it’s so overdone. Hehe, I’m right and you know it but seriously man, thanks for the gift.”

“GAH!! Oh goddamnit-MAX! Don’t fucking appear out of nowhere like that! You scared the shit out of me!…We both know you’re not sorry you little shit, I can see you smirking! Yes you are! Ugh, I swear, it’s like talking to a fucking wall-Huh? Oh…wow…thanks..?”

“Max…these are fucking rocks…hold on, you got these from a river?! I didn’t think there were rivers in Kobe…er, whatever, huh…well, look at you finally socializing and making friends, never thought I’d see the day. Jeez, okay! Okay!…Look, thank you Max, I know we don’t talk much but I want you to know that you mean a lot to me, y’know? You’re like another brother to me, one that I actually like, haha!”

Ren Lines:

“Hey Kai, happy birthday! *snorts* Yeah, okay. I know it’s your birthday and all but try not to get too big of a head. Fine, fine, whatever you say, your majesty. *chuckles* Damn, guess I’m not as subtle as I thought, yeah, you got me, here you go.”

“I know you already have some finger jewelry but I figured you could always have more, Ayano actually helped me choose which ones to give you, she’s surprisingly got a good eye for accessorizing…hey, what the hell’s that supposed to mean? I’m totally fashionable! *sighs* Fine, whatever, you’re lucky we’re friends, dude.”

Max Lines:

“….Kaiji…Sorry…Didn’t mean to scare you…*smirks*…No, I’m not….Shush…here you go…a gift…it’s your birthday, yeah?…Happy Birthday, I hope you like it….I spent a long time getting them…”

“Yeah….they’re rocks…I got them while in the river…and I had someone make necklaces out of them…*scoffs*…just shut up and take them…Thanks Kaiji…you and Ren…the both of you…you guys make me really…happy…brothers…yeah, we’re brothers…and we’ll always stick together.”

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #kaiji sano #ren nakashima #max soukoku #lovesick #happy birthday kaiji 2023 #arb birthday special #alternative rap battle #arb

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plscallmeeren · 9 months

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JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Request: None

Summary: Nat and Yn are in that stage where if anyone asks they're nothing more than friends but they've been on a few date-like things etc and kissing and yknow what I mean and Yn is suffering from low self-esteem before one of Tony's famous parties

Warnings: low self-esteem; slightly manipulative behaviour

Word Count: 1.7K+

Cute face. Pretty dress. Hot body.

Scroll.

Beautiful everything. Why the fuck don't I have that? Groaning, I only just managed to suppress the urge of throwing my phone across the room.

Scroll.

No face, perfect curves. Hentai-worthy looks. Great.

Scroll.

White teeth. Hazel eyes. Fuck.

Why do I even care? Because you don't deserve her and you know it. Because somehow it's still weighing down on you that you're nowhere near perfect.

Why do I compare myself? Why am I still scrolling? Why the hell have I still got Instagram when all it does is make me cry?

Fuck.

I looked up as to not ruin my make up when I noticed the water in my eyes increasing to the point of almost rolling over the edge. I failed. A single tear escaped both eyes, yet not with enough weight for it to drag my mascara and eyeliner with it.

Why can't I be anyone else? Surely anyone in the world would look better than me. Deserve her more. Or is it just because I surround myself in beautiful people?

Nat certainly is. Goddamnit, stop thinking about her, you creep.

But in truth I never stopped thinking about her. I can't. Because every thought and all roads lead to her and she is beyond my horizon and all I'll ever feel.

With a sigh I heaved myself up into a sitting position and finally stood up to look in the mirror once again.

The dress i wore soon lost the folds and crumples it had accumulated as I patted it down.

It didn't suit me. But nothing does, so. What should I say.

I carefully ran a hand over my hair, savoring the perfectly smooth feeling that came from the oil. My makeup was acceptable. Symmetrical, not too much, enough to make me look presentable at least, sharp eyeliner... then why do I still look this shitty.

"Miss L/N, please come down to the party. Mr. Stark is waiting for you... impatiently."

"Coming, JARVIS", I called, finally turning away from the mirror to depart from my room. I hate it here.

...

"Finally!" Tony cried at the sight of me in his party hall, although I must admit my gaze was lost in the turned heads looking at me and the perfect people all around me. Helen in particular.

"Sorry, I just-"

"I know, I know. Too insecure", he shook his head in disapproval but dropped the subject after one more comment nether the less. "You're the most beautiful one here, honey."

"You clean up nicely, love, but we already knew that", I said sarcastically, linking my arm with his as we made our way to the bar for some much-needed alcohol.

Well, much needed by me, anyway.

"Indeed you did. What's it gonna be, m'lady?"

"Uh", before I could catch up with my thoughts they were already elsewhere, namely with the redhead currently approaching us from the other side of the bar.

Except she wasn't approaching us.

In fact, I don't think she even saw us as she made a beeline for Bruce, drink in hand, leaning over the counter to him and talking to him flirtatiously.

"U-Um. I don't know. Caipirinha? You have the stuff here?"

"We have everything here", he answered coyly, sparing a knowing glance in Natasha's direction, "even that."

They were shamelessly flirting at this point, and my stomach twisted and turned into nausea as I witnessed it. I mean really, Nat was flirting. Bruce just looked bewildered.

Why? Surely she knew I was here. Is this some official 'we're done' message?

"Hello? Earth to Y/n?"

"Sorry", I muttered, only barely managing to turn back to Tony, the urge to simply cry begging to be freed.

"Y'know what, I have some business with Banner I have to work out. You enjoy yourself."

"Tony, wait-" Before I knew it he had walked over to Bruce and practically dragged him with him to who-knows-where, leaving Nat and I alone at the bar.

"Oh. Didn't see you there", she said in surprise, looking genuinely guilty for a split second.

"Of course not", I sighed, leaning against the counter of the bar near her. I swear I can hear her breathing. I can see her eyes flickering from my dress to my lips, and lust filling them faster than I would have liked. Would like now, anyway.

It's no wonder, really. 'Cause no matter how much she looks at me and wants to make out with me or have an intellectual conversation that's all I am. That's all I'm good enough to be. And she knows it.

Maybe that's okay, too. It's not like anyones gonna actually want me so I may as well just... yeah.

"So how's your evening going?", she asked, no awkwardness to be heard of.

"Okay", I replied plainly, not wanting to go into any detail whatsoever as to why my night was far from going well.

"Well, see you around", she waved off boredly and walked off, leaving me behind to seriously question all of my life choices.

...

The evening had passed over the reigns to the night and as stars took their place in the black sky, reminding us of their ancient deaths, the moon found its place where the sun once lay.

And yet I found myself unwilling to accept its beauty, because all I could think of was the fact that Helen was almost sitting in Natasha's lap, the two of them speaking heatedly, unaware of the rest of the Avengers that were sat around, being the only ones left.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Because while she really owed me an apology or a formal informing of our end, I couldn't sue her and I knew she deserved someone as great as Helen anyway.

She was pretty, smart, a strong individual - how could I ever compare to that? I can't. That's the answer.

Somehow the rest of the Avengers got the grand idea of attempting to lift Mjölnir, which was indeed entertaining and distracted me a little - but not much - from the two occupying my mind. Even if they were drunk.

All of them tried and failed at lifting it, except for Nat, Helen and I.

"Nat? C'mon, give it a go!"

"Yeah, try!"

"I don't need that question answered", she admitted with a smile and a long glance at me which left me more confused than ever.

"What about you, (Y/n)?", Tony cried, falling back into his armchair after, too drunk to even sit straight, apparently.

"I don't need to. It's fine", I lied. Really, I wanted to try it out bad, but not right now. Not here. In front of everyone. Not in front of Helen.

You don't even know her, for Christ's sake!

"Come on", Tony slurred, and after a couple more encouragements from the others I gave in.

Approaching the hammer I felt myself grow nervous. If I could pick this up, Tasha would like me, no? That would make me better than Helen, right?

Her loss is not your gain...

Shut up. Her gain is my loss, so it has to work the other way around.

But deep down I knew that was only because I was letting myself lose. Heck, maybe I was even making myself lose.

With shaky hands I gripped the hammer tightly, before pulling up with all my might.

It definitely budged. It moved quite obviously, which was probably what made Thor practically faint. But I couldn't lift it.

If everyone had been less drunk it probably would've been a huge deal, but lucky for me everyone looked just about ready to nod off. Including me.

Well, I wasn't tired, but I was taking this a lot more lightly than I should.

And suddenly she whisked me away. Before I knew it I was being pulled down the stairs and into a bathroom, Nat's arms wrapped around my neck as she looked at me intensely.

Was this what I wanted? I think so.

"You are impossible!", she whispered in distress.

"What do you mean, I'm impossible? You're the one who's been flirting all night with other people!", for the first time that night I suddenly felt anger rush to me, heat rising to my head just like the slender berry liquor had done earlier.

"You're just too good, aren't you? There's this thing where you try to make someone jealous so that they're possessive of you and stuff! You didn't do very well." No sign of guilt was expressed in her face and many parts of me were very set on making her feel guilty. Helen wouldn't do this.

"Well, I don't think it's fun! I can be possessive if you want, but I'm insecure enough as it is, and thinking you're leaving me doesn't help", I regretted nothing as some of that did appear on her, leaving me guiltily satisfied.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Her eyes were silently communicating a plea to me. It was obvious she wanted to make out.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or the way she just looked so perfect or the fact that all my worrying was for nothing and that shit was frustrating, but I gave in, crashing my lips onto hers as I grabbed a handful of her hair and positioned my other hand in her waist, slowly steering her towards the wall of the bathroom.

I was still angry. But I was letting it fuel me instead.

"That's what I meant", she breathed between kisses, but I didn't bother replying.

#marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x y/n #natasha marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #jealousy

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lumeha · 8 months

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Persona for you? 👀 Feel free to pick one game in specific if you’d prefer.

I'm gonna focus on 4 and 5 because those are the ones I finished most recently and discussed the most, but

(sends kisses to 2)

I'm traumatised by this pair of bastard games <3 very good

Favorite character

hm hmmmmmm HMMMMMMMMMM

Gods. Urgh. I know the second part is the second favourite, but I do have to say, it is a toss up between Teddie and Yosuke ?

I didn't expect to love Teddie as much as I ended up doing. I may be doing some abstraction about the womanizing, for the both of them lmao, but Teddie genuinely has one of the most compelling character arc I've seen ? I think what they did with him is what P5 tried with Morgana, but it did end up working much, much better with Teddie, because Teddie loose his role as navigator to Rise but he's taking himself to a different role in the group because they are his friends and. His discovery of friendship, his relation with Nanako, even with Yosuke's parents, is just so fucking good, and I am still a little heartbroken from the bad end when Nanako is in the hospital okay : )

Yosuke's just a mess as a character lmao but that is what makes him interesting to me. He's just a teen who doesn't really know what he wants and how to care, in a lot of way, and he's also incredibly bad at grieving, and it's just really fun to see. Also. Great Shadow to start with. Would bet he would easily get to confront his Shadow again later down the line. Love him though. A nerd. I also share his music tastes and that's funny.

Second favorite character

(carries Ryuji above my head) look at this momma's boy he's so fucking cute I love him and he deserves better than what P5 gives him goddamnit !!! Love ! Him ! So ! Much !!

Like, yeah, he's rude, but you know what, he deserves to be, it's not like people have been good to him. Glad Strikers actually let him say fuck. It was deserved <3

... More seriously, I am insanely soft for a rude guy who is actually really caring. He's trying. It's also kind of amusing to have him try to hide a sweet tooth in some scenes ?? He's just. I like him a lot.

Least favorite character

Akechi

... I still laugh thinking about my late evening meltdown when faced with his goddamn boss fight and all I was commenting to my friend was "I just want to go to sleep fuck you man" (couldn't just stop the game or I would have lost a good two or three hours of gameplay <3) (I'm still mad lmao)

But yeah it's Akechi

I just wish I didn't find him in unrelated tags on tumblr sometimes

The character I’m most like

... I have no idea, frankly.

But I definitely was very much like Mary when I was a teen, angsty bad poetry included. Y'all are lucky I have *some* shame AND no actual translation skills or I would have shown it lmao.

Favorite pairing

I. hm. which one. That's a good question. It might genuinely be a battle between Yosuke/Teddie and Ryuji/Mishima. Which. Are not the same vibes at all but there's just something specific about these two ships about caring and loving someone and loving the flaws as qualities that I just really enjoy

Least favorite pairing

... Yes it's Aki///ren. do I really. do I need to.

I think it's obvious why.

Favorite moment

P4, will have to go with the murderer's reveal in the TV world when you go along his Social Link and it changes arcana, it's genuinely a *fantastic* moment and it has some really cool shit going on aesthetically. Also as much as I hate the guy he is an absolutely fantastic antagonist and I love to hate him.

(but also shout out to Rise's boss fight and how she takes control of it. I love Rise. She's so good. And it's really cool to have her retake control like this !!)

P5 I'll have to go with Kamoshida's Palace. Just. In general. The game starts on such a fucking strong leg. Too bad it kind of falters after that but Kamoshida's Palace has many good moments, from the first Persona awakening of the MC and Ryuji and Ann to just them all discovering what the fuck is going on. Just. good. aesthetically interesting too. Yes that's important to me XD

Rating out of 10

A solid 8 out of 10. Might be a little higher, but I just think - 4 and 5 both have some glaring problems with their stories that did drive me a little insane. But I was compelled to go through them and finish them which means a lot too because I'm a scatter brain jfsdklfk

#barks.txt #Persona

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