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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It’s a running joke in the manor that Tim’s kid was like a cat

And he would never admit that he could kind of see it himself.

The climbing, the ability to go from zero to a hundred in energy, and unfortunate ability to be too cute to actually get mad at him for anything he does.

Finding said son running out and about when there was breakout was pushing through.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Danny! What are you doing out here?!it’s still lockdown chickadee!”

Danny looked down at the ground and scuffed one of his shoe against the pavement.

“I know… but you’ve been gone so long and I’ve been worried!”

Tim sighed and tapped his comm,

“Oracle, please keep lookout for the next couple minutes.”

And crouched down in front of his son,

“You haven’t been home in a while and I missed you..”

Tim sighed as he wiped a tear from Danny’s face.

It was almost unfortunate how much the kid took after him.

“Kiddo I’m sorry, that’s my fault, I know we haven’t been able to hang out for the past week-“

Danny stomped a foot in frustration,

“No you don’t understand! You forget to sleep when you don’t come home ‘n’ great grandpa Alffie said we got to sleep because it’s good for you ‘n’ that when you don’t you are more likely to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt!”

Tim wanted to argue, and say that he was fine. He’s been taking cat naps between searching and the fights. If it was anyone else in his family he would’ve done so.

But this was his son, his little chickadee who loves so much and worries about himself so little.

He needs to set an precedent before bad habits emerge.

Picking Danny up, Tim set him down onto his hip and stuck his chin on his head.

“You’re right, I guess I haven’t been being nice to myself like I’m supposed to. How about we go back home and I’ll lay down with you for a couple hours?”

Danny peered up with glassy eyes,

“Can you stay for breakfast?”

And didn’t that just hurt to hear? Faded memories of asking that same question only to be given this almost pitying look danced in the back his mind.

“Sorry kiddo, but we just don’t have enough time before our flight but don’t worry when we get back we’ll have a family day, just the three of us!”

Clearing his throat Tim met his son’s eyes.

“Sure champ, and when we finally get joker back in Arkham we can ask everyone to have a family day, how does that sound?”

Stars almost seemed to take over Danny’s eyes as he let out a little gasp.

“Really?!”

“I promise.”

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Yes, many of Danny’s mannerisms were reminiscent of a cat, but this was new.

Tim pinched his eyebrow in exasperation as he looked at his siblings.

He wished he never got up this morning.

“And how exactly did Danny somehow get a crowbar?”

The kid in question just happily swung his legs as he sat on the bench unaware that he himself was going to be getting a far longer conversation as soon as they got back to the manor.

“To be honest.. in hindsight, not my brightest moment.”

“WHY IN GODS NAME A CROWBAR?!”

“He said he needed something to help take care of the trash! I thought he would use it like a knapsack or something!”

Jason Thew his hands in the air, and Dick let out a snort while he nudged the mess of a clown next to him.

“Well he very much did use it for something.”

“Nightwing! I’m just as mad at you for somehow loosing the kid this badly to begin with!! You. Are. Not. Helping.”

“I know but I’m just saying, he gets his dramaticism from you.”

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At the end of the day, Joker ended up paralyzed from the neck down.

Jason and Dick were both no longer allowed to babysit Danny alone.

And one little munchkin was, though very much grounded, hailed a hero by all of Gotham for the actions that were live-streamed by onlookers.

And once he was no longer grounded, he did get his family day.

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austonwithan-o · 11 months

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Summer Job- Trevor Zegras x Reader

After a certain boy walks into your hair salon. How could you say no to him asking you on a date? I mean customer satisfaction right?

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No warnings!

You had just recently moved to Bedford, NY to live with your grandparents. They offered for you to live with them during the summers when it was too expensive for you to fly back to Portland where your parents lived. Attending NYU completely on scholarship you didn’t have time for a job during the school year. You did cut hair on the side for some of your friends and they paid you some which covered some weekend excursions but nothing too crazy. Little did you know that side hustle would lead to you meeting the love of your life.

Sitting in your bed you scrolled through job listings, a lot of grocery stores, gas stations, target, fast food places were hiring but nothing really caught your eye. Annoyed you closed your laptop letting out a groan.

“I refuse to work at McDonald’s mom. I’m not coming home smelling like fries and grease and it’s a whole 40 minute drive from here! There’s literally nothing interesting here.” You were annoyed with the sparse selection of employment available and despite your obvious disappointment your mom let out a laugh much to your dismay.

“Honey I know you don’t wanna come home smelling like a fast food place but you’re gonna have to choose something. Plus it’s just for the summer! Just like what, 2 months? You can survive 2 months y/n or here maybe ask grandma and grandpa if they have any friends who have businesses. They know a lot of people around there.” Her voice rang through the speaker phone on your nightstand, it wasn’t a horrible idea, your grandparents did have a great reputation in the town and a lot of friends.

“Hmm you’re not wrong?” You said picking up your phone, “I’m gonna go talk to them it’s dinner time anyways.”

“Alright sweetie I love you! Have a goodnight and keep me updated on the job hunt.”

“Will do momma! Love you too!” Hanging up and making your way downstairs the smell of your grandmas food was heavenly. You loved it here.

“Oh perfect! I was just about to call you down!”

Your grandpa said pulling a chair out for you to sit. You smiled and thanked him as he pushed it in.

“So grandpa I was on the phone with mom, looking for jobs with her and I was wondering if you knew anyone who would be willing to hire me for the summer? I mean there’s fast food and restaurants and stuff but I just thought maybe you’d have more, I guess, connections around here?” Taking a bite of the chicken on your plate. There was a few seconds of silence before your grandma spoke.

“You know I actually do know someone who’s hiring but are you good with hair? My friend Carla has a hair studio 10 minutes into town and she’s looking for another employee.”

Bingo.

“I can cut hair! I have a little side hustle at school cutting hair for like $10. I mean I’m not professional but I’m definitely not bad at it. I can also style and dye hair too!” This was the perfect job you thought plus the tips would be great!

“Her name is Carla! I’m going in tomorrow to get my hair trimmed. I’ll introduce you to her, she’s such a sweet lady!” Your grandma said, “We will leave around 11? My appointment is at 11:15 and I like getting there a bit early.”

You agreed. After dinner you spent a few hours playing cards and chatting with your grandparents eventually heading up to your room.

You woke up around 10:30am a little tired from staying up watching hair tutorials refreshing your memory on how to cut hair but you didn’t need much reminding.

You showered, got dressed and ran downstairs grabbing the keys to your old Jeep.

“Grandma I’ll drive!” You exclaimed rushing out the door.

“Alrighty I’ll be there in a second.”

The drive was peaceful. Driving through the colorful country you couldn’t help but admire how nice and green everything around you was. Your thoughts were interrupted by your grandma.

“I don’t know if you watch hockey at all but Carla has a little bit of a celebrity customer you know.” She smiled, “I’ve met him before his name is Trevor Zegras. He’s a hockey player. I’m not sure which team but he’s a cutie. Maybe you’ll get to cut his hair.” She shot you a wink making you roll your eyes.

“Ah yes grandma I definitely need a hot hockey player boyfriend to distract me all summer.”

“He’s a very charming young man! I bet you two would hit it off!” You laughed at her statement. A relationship was definitely the last thing on your mind for the summer. Making friends? That would be fun but definitely no boyfriend.

“Grandma you know I don’t need a boyfriend. I mean especially since I would just be leaving to school in a few months.”

“You never know y/n! People come into your life for different reasons.”

You smiled at her words but it was true. You didn’t want a summer fling. It wasn’t your style. If you were gonna date someone it was going to be serious and having a hockey boyfriend was definitely not on your list of things you needed.

You arrived at the hair salon. The sign displayed on top read, “Bedford Village Hair Design” it was a cute little shop. You could see a few workers at their stations and a few customers in the chairs. You both walked in hearing the chime of the bells, “Alice! Good to see you! You’re a bit early but I’ll just get you started over here-“ the woman who you assumed to be Carla gave you a wide smile.

“And who might you be?” She asked pulling you into a hug.

“Carla this is my granddaughter y/n! She’s staying with me for the summer and I brought her here to introduce her to you! She’s looking for a summer job and I think she would be perfect for your salon!” She said as she sat down in the seat, you followed close behind the two, standing beside Carla.

“Well I definitely wouldn’t be apposed! Can you cut men’s hair? I have more and more male clients coming in and I need more help around here!” Carla spoke trimming away at your grandmas hair. She was definitely not new to this.

“Yes! I cut my guy friends hair all the time in school. It’s like a little side hustle so I can make some money during the year.” You explained.

“You know what that sounds great! If you want just swing by tomorrow let’s say around 9:30am and you can start if that’s okay with you? I have someone coming in at 9:45am who you can do. He’s very sweet.”

“That sounds awesome! Thank you so much!”

You waited in the corner for your grandma to be done her hair which took about 20 more minutes and with that you both left after.

The next morning you woke up throwing on a flowy floral dress trying to match the vibe of everyone’s outfits yesterday. You wanted to make a good first impression so you took your time with your hair and makeup. Rushing out the door it was 9:15 by the time you left luckily there’s never any traffic in the small town.

Walking inside the small business you were greeted by Carla and another worker Gracie. She was around Carla’s age and very very sweet as well.

“Hi you must be y/n!” She greeted you giving you a hug.

“Yes! It’s good to meet you?”

“Gracie! My name is Gracie! Well I’ll give you the heads up since you’re new I’m gonna let you take my regular client at 9:45 today. His name is Trevor! He’s very nice so don’t be intimidated and he will let you know how he wants his cut.” She said handing you an apron.

For some reason your heart dropped a bit but you didn’t know why. You hadn’t even met the guy let alone seen his face and already freaking out.

“Are you sure? I mean I can take someone else if you want-“

“Lovely don’t be silly! I insist don’t worry he won’t bite you! I’ll still be here I’ll just be organizing in the back and Carla will be in the front or back with me.” She said and with that the sound of the door opening and the bells jingling made you freeze in your place.

“Carla! Gracie! And new girl?” You shyly turned around to face him. His smiled was so bright and his eyes were so pretty. He walked over and gave Carla a hug all while scanning you up and down. He pulled away eventually giving you a firm handshake. His touch sending sparks up your arm, making butterflies form in your stomach.

Oh my God he was gorgeous.

“Trevor this is y/n! Y/n this is Trevor! She’s gonna be cutting your hair today Trevor.” Gracie said grabbing his hand. His eyes hadn’t left yours and you could sense the nervous energy radiating off of his tall figure. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair which fell perfectly back into place framing his chiseled features.

“Oh cool! I’ll get a buzzcut this time.” The two older women let out exaggerated gasps slapping his shoulder making him laugh.

“Hey I’m kidding! You know I’d never do that Carla.” You couldn’t help but laugh as well at their reaction. You were already loving this job and you’d been there for about 10 mins.

“Trevor the day you get a buzzcut is the day I officially quit my job.” She handed you a barbers gown and he followed your lead by sitting down in the chair letting you throw it over him securing it in the back. Your hands were shaking and he could feel it as you tied the back lightly brushing the back of his neck.

“Alright y/n let me know when you’re done, I’m going to help Gracie in the back. Trevor no buzzcuts.” She gave him another light slap on the shoulder and he shot her a wink. The two ladies walked off exchanged glances at the two of you.

“You can lean back and I’ll wash your hair first.” He followed your directions placing his head in the neck rest.

“I’ve been coming here for a long time and I’ve never seen you here or around here for that matter. Where you from?” Trevor asked looking at you. You refused to make eye contact with him because you knew you’d fold under his eye contact.

“I’m from Portland but I live here in the summer times and I go to school at NYU.” You explained as you massaged his scalp with the shampoo.

“Oh that’s sick! Yeah I live here during the summers but I’m in Cali most of the year.” He was very obviously enjoying you running your hands through his hair and you couldn’t deny. You did as well.

“My grandma comes here a lot. She said you play hockey huh? I didn’t know there were hockey teams in California.” You admitted almost feeling a bit stupid letting those words leave your mouth. Trevor grinning at your remark.

“It’s a weird place for ice hockey that’s for sure but yeah the Anaheim Ducks. I’m guessing you don’t watch hockey?”

“Not at all. I’m not huge into sports but I played volleyball in high school.” You rinsed his hair off then wrapped his hair up in a towel and motioned for him to move to the hair cutting seat. His height shocked you a bit more when he stood up letting you really observe him. You caught the smell of his cologne as he walked by sitting down in the chair. You couldn’t get enough of him but you were fighting the feelings.

“I’ll have to get you to watch a few games. It’s important if we’re friends you watch hockey or at least know how the game works.” He stated looking at you through the mirror making it harder to concentrate with his gaze.

“Also, keep the shape but just make it a bit shorter. It’s kind of hard to see now.” Trevor grabbed a front strand of his hair pulling it down his face to see how long it was.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” Teasing him a bit. You snipped away at his hair following his request. You couldn’t help but notice all the tattoos on his arms as well letting your eyes scan his features more.

“I mean I’m trusting you with my hair so of course we’re friends but let’s say I ask you out on a date. Would that make or break the friendship.” The question caught you off guard.

Y/n you just said you weren’t gonna date anyone. Tell him no.

“I mean I don’t see how a date could hurt the friendship. I’m free anytime past 4 when the salon closes.” You couldn’t believe you just said that. It was like you had no control.

“Perfect I’ll pick you up at 4 tonight. What you’re wearing is perfect.” You blushed at his comment. Finishing up his hair and blow drying it. He stood up and you shook the barber cape off. You did a pretty good job you couldn’t lie.

“You know I might have you cut my hair from now on beautiful.” He turned around to face you.

“I mean I charge more so if you’re fine with that I’m fine with that.” Joking obviously you walked over to the wall grabbing a broom to sweep up all the hair you cut off.

“Worth every penny. I’ll pick you up at 4 from here. Leave your car here and we’ll just take mine.” Carla came back to the front soon after.

“Yay no buzzcut! You did really well Y/n.” Carla gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Trevor made his way up to the front with Carla to pay while you cleaned up the hair on the floor.

“I’ll see you tonight y/n.” Winking at you he left the salon.

“I’m guessing you two hit it off huh?” Carla smirked.

“I mean I wouldn’t deny it.” You blushed at her comment making her laugh.

“He’s a great kid y/n. I wouldn’t let him near you if he wasn’t.” Carla smoothed out her apron retreating to the back again.

This was gonna be a very interesting summer and an even more interesting school year.

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Tbh idk how I feel about this one but oh well

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sirianasims · 6 months

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“Our little baby girl got married today, babe. You should have seen her. Beautiful. Zane is a good man, you were right about them. He’ll make her happy.”

“Daniel is such a great kid. So smart too, just like Cora. And Brie is expecting your third grandchild. Third! You can be proud, babe. Your family is doing well. And I… I still miss you every single day.”

The old house in Willow Creek is too small and too full of memories of Alex, so Don agrees to move to Newcrest with Cora and Zane. Zane has also sold his apartment in San Myshuno.

Cora is working late tonight, but Zane appreciates the extra bonding time with Daniel.

When it’s time for bed, Daniel insists on having grandpa Don read him a story.

Grandpa Don always does the best voices.

A few weeks later, Don is up late, enjoying the silence, and a cup of tea in his “world best grandpa” mug.

His thoughts are disturbed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Zane appears.

“You still up? Mind if I join?”

“Sure, go ahead. Can’t sleep?”

“No, I’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour. I guess I’m a bit nervous about tomorrow.”

“What’s the succes rate for each IVF treatment? Something like 50%, right?”

“Something like that. And I shouldn’t be nervous, Cora is the one having the procedure. And we won’t even know if it has worked for weeks. It just feels… big, you know?”

“Zane, it’s understandable that you’re nervous. You never expected to have kids, right? And I know you love Daniel, but this will still be different.”

“How did you do it, Don? It wasn’t until Cora told me that I even realised that Brielle wasn’t your daughter. To me, you always seemed to be her dad. I don’t want Daniel to feel left out when we have another baby.”

“You’ll do fine. Honestly, what I did was simply deciding that Brie was my daughter. Sure, Johnny’s genetics were involved, and he did visit and spend time with her, but a child can have more than one dad, right?”

“From what I’ve seen, you already treat Daniel like he’s yours. And you don’t even have some guy with his genetics dropping by constantly to remind you.”

“I guess you’re right, but… Daniel is literally blue. It’s not like I can forget he’s not mine.”

“Zane, Brie literally has her father’s face. I was constantly reminded. The point is, it doesn’t matter. I was also Brie’s father. I never treated the girls differently.”

“You’re right. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just promise to hit me over the head if I ever neglect Daniel.”

“Zane, you know I don’t hit people.”

“I know, I was joking. But honestly. I kinda wish you’d punched my dad back at the wedding.”

“Yeah, that was a mess. I’m sorry about all the drama.”

“You’re sorry? My dad should be sorry. That reminds me, Isa actually asked me to apologise to you. I think she’s too embarrassed to contact you directly.”

“I hope she laid off the champagne after I left.”

“Actually, our friend Conor ended up taking her home. I think they’re still seeing each other.”

“Anyway, thanks for talking me through this, Don. I better try to get some sleep so I can be there for Cora tomorrow.”

“Sure thing. Daniel and I will be crossing our fingers at home.”

“Good luck tomorrow.”

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen2 #don lothario #zane fyres-munch #daniel duchelli

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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Asks Comp 13/4

I think he's behind that door. The platform bears his symbol, and it's his final chance to show up in-game.

The best theory I have is that Bilious Slick is the god of Sgrub, and he only appears to a party of Players who have truly proven themselves. Given that Sgrub's endgame involves the creation of a universe, his role probably relates to this in some way.

Maybe he's the one who grants the Players the 'seed' - or whatever else is mechanically required to alchemize a universe.

The thought has occurred to me, too! I've been skimming some old posts while writing asks, and a couple of things have stood out to me.

We still don't know who the pen pal is. I'm still convinced he has something to do with Grandpa Harley, and my best guess is that he's someone who contains Grandpa as an alchemical component.

The session monitor in Skaianet's lab has a new meaning now. Every single one of those sessions could spawn a universe. And it's been implied that every planet with intelligent life will eventually spawn Sburb sessions. If you do the maths, it's clear that each universe should spawn billions of sessions. Just how many 'children' does each universe produce?

Ooh, yes, let's think about the implications of all this on my 'sonas!

If we assume that the kidsona was on comic-canon Earth, then she's in the universe created by the Zodiac trolls. The universe that she and the trollsona could create could be a completely new one!

...that is, if they create a universe at all. There's nothing saying you have to use that grist on a universe, and they might have other plans...

I was actually thinking about Tinkers when I made that post!

I read Worm a couple of years ago. In retrospect, it would also have made pretty good liveblogging material, although probably not quite as good as Homestuck. There's some great stuff in Worm, but a lot of what I really like about it doesn't show up until close to the end.

I initially assumed that the Psychic Double Reacharound was a contingency plan that she'd prepared earlier, since she couldn't possibly have come up with something so elaborate in the heat of the moment, while bleeding out on the ground.

But then I remembered she came up with the Sollux/Mind Honey plan seemingly on the spot, and now I'm not so sure. God damn, Vriska.

This is genuinely super flattering. I hope the inconsistency isn't too much of an issue - and, yes, I note the irony of saying this immediately after a four-month hiatus!

If was clear from early on that things in Homestuck weren't always what they seemed. Hell, sometimes they're not even what we're shown.

We have to assume some of what we're being told is true, or else we wouldn't have a story - but we always have to remember who's telling the story.

[Lol I love this fic. lots of **GIANT** spoilers tho, just because of the nature of the fic. For example, big ones starting at 16, 55 and 57 - C]

Recommended, and does apparently contain spoilers - but this is one I'm particularly looking forward to.

It's kind of a funny question, isn't it?

From Davesprite's perspective, he did change the future - his future. John died, but he 'changed things' - and now John's alive, even though he was dead 'before'.

But if you zoom out a little, you can see that this change was predetermined by the Alpha Timeline, which always depended on these events. Davesprite changed the first-order future - but the meta-future was always set in stone.

The Medium's timeline is so weird, isn't it? Its retroactive existence is difficult to puzzle out.

I don't think you could see the history of your Land by travelling back before you entered. All physical evidence of that history is there, but it's generated in a single instance when you Enter, and can't be accessed. It's analogous to read-only-memory.

After all, John, Rose and Dave are in the past with respect to LOJADE, but they're never going to see its 'history' - and Jade's Entry isn't going to insert it into the Medium retroactively. It won't have been 'there all along' when John was flying around earlier on his jetpack - it'll only ever have been there from Jade's Entry onwards.

As for getting into Earth's past, I think Karkat had it right, when he described the kids' original universe as 'a set of points to choose from'. You can't get into Earth's past by time-travelling around the Medium, but that doesn't really matter, since you can open portals into any point in its history, as long as you have the gear.

They're fascinating questions, aren't they?

Pre-Exile, she was the Tradition Wrangler - a Prospitian lawyer who struggled to interpret the Medium's archaic laws!

DD is a man of action, and I'm sure he approves of any Player who acts decisively themselves.

Plus, I'm sure he can emphasize with Aradia's situation. After all, it sucks to be bossed around by someone whose motivations make no goddamn sense half the time.

Common Terezi W.

True - she didn't need to hold her there for long. The laser pointer thing is a better analogy, blinding her almost instantly. I don't think it's any less fucked-up - it's more like a different flavor of fucked-up.

That's a pretty impressive robotics feat for Equius, actually. I wonder what Aradiabot is actually made of?

Tracing the source of alchemy gear is one of my favorite Homestuck 'minigames'.

Hivebent's art is fantastic! I really see why the comic blew up around this time. It's really coming into its own, stylistically. Of particular note is the art of Make Her Pay, and the art accompanying Aradia's final monologue. I can't wait to see more!

Gamzee is just too high to be rendered in a less symbolic manner.

Sollux is broken, and probably another mutant. The Sgrub trolls don't seem surprised by his level of power - but considering their circle includes other absurd espers like Aradia and Vriska, they probably aren't the best people to ask about what's normal.

Damn, I wish we could have seen more of Alternia. I know some of the spin-offs dig into this, but I hope we get more in canon, too.

Terezi's dream self is blind, because that's the version of herself she identifies most with. There's very little doubt in my mind that your dream self would reflect your self-perception in other ways, too. Skaia is clearly an ally - thank you, king.

You could imagine a Player whose dream self changes after they realize - or conversely, a Player whose dream self cracked their eggy loking thign. I'd be surprised if there weren't many fanfictions where this is a plot point - and depending on how things shake out in the comic itself, I'm not ruling it out.

In asking about magic, Kanaya really does start to sound like the young child that she is. It's easy to forget, but heartbreaking when you remember.

A few people have talked about this, so I added all of my 'immediate reaction' posts to the liveblog tag! I think it got them all - other than LOLCAT, which I missed and will add now - but if there are others, let me know!

I guess Matespritship isn't explicitly described in terms of romantic love. It's described as a close analogue of human romance, which is 'rooted in strongly positive emotions'. I've been assuming, based on that, that Red Romance is effectively interchangeable with the human concept of romantic love - but I suppose that's not necessarily the case.

I do think you're hitting on a very good point, here, too, which is that the quadrant system itself is described as something that trolls need. I think the 'need' for these categories is enforced, artificially, for the benefit of the Empire. It wouldn't be the first institution to pull something like this.

Either way, it'll be interesting to see how the troll/human ships end up shaking out. It's going to be a challenge to merge their respective relationship frameworks. The best solution, of course, is for them to experience their own relationships without any cultural baggage, but I don't think I'm just speaking for myself when I say that that's easier said than done!

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

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thewatercolours · 1 month

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PART ONE - Replaying King's Quest, Chapter Two (2015)

Opening logo screen as a symbol of what happens to Daventry over Graham’s reign? A new flowering and regrowth, even as he grows and blossoms personally?

For just a moment we can see Graham’s real reflection in the mirror, as the dragon vision fades and the purple ripples spread.

When he’s so breathless and panicked by what he just saw, but he hears the guards coming and just has to run and flail and get to the throne before they come in, so he can look like he’s got it together. I understand why you feel you have to mask it, Graham – most of them have little confidence in you at this point and vulnerability is a real risk – but I’m pretty sureif you do this on a consistent basis it’s a contributing factor to why this first stint as king has been so distressing for you. His eyes are so huge as he turns aside from the mirror.

Graham does the big, grand, “Proceed” line in a deep voice twice in this game. Once in his twenties, where he’s doing it unironically to try to come off kingly – and it sounds so stupid. But Grandpa also does it in the framing device, to joking invite Gart to come in, and it’s just meant in good fun because he clearly realizes how ridiculous it is. That kid came along, over time.

Number One actually sounds quite excited about the new uniforms.

“Hilarious. Your key decisions are already shaping the kingdom for the better. Yay.” You know what would be hilarious? If this line was utterly accurate because your choice of footrub had consequences. I mean, there are three options. 😉

“And don’t forget your swords this time.” Man, I’d like to know what happened that time. Called out suddenly in the middle of the night, perhaps?

I love the thing where Graham’s getting inundated with decision quests and the time available to make a choice gets steadily shorter while the options get steadily wordier. Awesome way to give just a little touch of the overwhelm while keeping it lighthearted.

My favourite cloak is back! Love the wine red and lighter trim. I forgot it has quite so much sheen to it. It’s the chapter beginning. Of course I am going to spend some time just spinning him and making him move in fun ways (not so smooth with arrow keys, though!)

He’s all upright as he runs and really pumping his arms – I just remembered that shortly he’s not going to do that. Oh… (But also >:D)

Graham has a freckle on his left ear.

Making puns in that small, daunted little voice. Reflexes still kicking in.

The very quiet rendition of Achaka’s musical motif if you keep looking at his memorial.

We don’t get to walk through the palace courtyard, but it looks like an interesting place. Half-timbered buildings, a wagon with big wheels, a great big bench to sit on under a lantern. Doubtless where all the chattering people we could hear in Chapter One were busy. I think I used it as a location once in fic, but I didn’t explore it as much as might have been interesting.

“I guess I was born at the right time. I’m… just lucky.” And it cuts too ways, doesn’t it? He really believes that in this moment. That he didn’t get the crown because he proved himself and did good for the kingdom, but just by lucky chance. But at the same time, he doesn’t feel lucky at all. Not one bit.

No thank you for Olfie?

The town square is gorgeous in the rain. I am going to run around it forever admiring it. (And that is… the only reason I’m just going to keep running round it and not knocking on anyone’s door. Yup.)

#revisiting chapter two #(feel free to block the tag!)

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Everybody's Free (Part 19)

Wardlow x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wardlow Masterlist ♡ Everybody's Free Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is friends with Sammy & everyone in the Inner Circle. She is also a member of his vlog squad. They found out she has a secret boyfriend & they try to figure out who it is.

Daniel - Cash Wheeler ☆ David - Dax Harwood ☆ Ronnie - Shawn Spears ☆ Miguel- Ortiz ☆ Mike - Santana

Sammy Guevara's POV:

The news of YN and Wardlow getting married travelled fast through work and I tried not to pay attention.

"It was beautiful and just so perfect." Is what everyone was saying. That they announced that they were having twins, a boy and girl.

The day of their wedding, Tay found me actually pouting in the hotel pool. She tried to cheer me up, but nothing and I mean nothing was working.

So I decided to take a few weeks off. I needed space to clear my head of all this.

I never once thought our friendship would end like this. I always thought she would be at my wedding and I at hers.

That our children would grow up together and be best friends just like us, but then she had to fall in love with Wardlow.

To me, it still doesn't make sense. She knew how I felt about him and still saw him behind my back.

I even brought that up to Tay. "You can't help who you love Sammy." Was all my girlfriend said to me.

I know her and YN got a long well, but Tay has stood by my side through all of this. Unlike Mike and Miguel.

Those two traitors actually went to the wedding and then left The Inner Circle to join Eddie, who I heard walked her down the aisle.

Which brought me back to when her Grandpa passed away and we were talking about what a great man he was.

"I have no one to walk me down the aisle if I ever get married Sammy. That is the one thing he said he was going to do." YN said as she cried.

"Don't worry YN, I'll walk you down the aisle."

I was pulled away from my memories by a few fans coming up and asking for a photo and autograph.

Wardlow's POV:

Even though we couldn't fly to our dream honeymoon spot, I did book us at a beautiful place called The Sanderling Resort & Spa.

It was still on the beach and we still had our privacy with one another. I do believe I made love to my very pregnant wife on every single surface I possibly could.

Made sure to request a fresh big bowl of strawberries be brought with our lunch each day just for her.

But now we are back home in Ohio. Been home for a few days in our finished home and I have been doing the final touches on the nursery.

YN and I decided that we would have the two of them in the same room until they a bit older and then they will each get their own room.

And that is where she found me most days when I am not with her. I just finished putting together a dresser and I heard her call my name, saying it is time for lunch.

She was sitting at the counter, her hand on her stomach as she happily ate her Turkey burger.

I kissed her on her cheek and then leaned down and kissed her stomach. I could feel the babies moving around.

I was nervous about leaving her alone. After we came back from our honeymoon, we had a Doctors appointment and she told us that YN should be staying home and not travel.

At first YN started to complain because she was hoping she had a bit more time being on the road, but she really only has about a month and half left and hopefully the two of them will not show up too early.

So right now, we are just trying to make the best of it all. Even though I know she hasn't said anything, this is bothering her.

But I am not going to bring it up because I did already and she told me that she was fine.

"What time is your flight?" She asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

"4 am." She just nodded her head as she took another bite of her sandwhich.

"My Mom says she will be here by 9."

"What for?"

I guess YN forgot. This pregnancy brain is the real thing. "To take you shopping. You mentioned we need a family friendly car."

"Oh yeah." I could tell she was getting upset. YN has handled this pregnancy well. The puking, the cravings, the insatiable sex, everything she had handled with ease.

But her forgetting things has her frustrated more than she will ever care to admit.

"Do you care which one we pick out?"

"No, as long as you are happy with it, that is all that matters."

I already called my Mom and gave her a heads up about where the two of them will be going and that a Taxi will be taking them there.

I also called the car dealership and gave them my information and card details so that way the two of them can just drive off the lot with it.

The two of us finished eating and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen.

I found YN sitting in our livingroom, with a bowl of strawberries and grapes resting on her stomach.

She was watching The Breakfast Club. It was her go to movie when she is sad.

I knelt down in front of her and she paused the movie. I gently cupped her face and she had tears in her eyes.

"What is the matter baby? I know you're sad."

"I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to either but I do have to go to work for a bit."

"I know, it's just I am going to be alone in our home until you come back."

I was going to say that my Mom is coming around but YN beat me to it.

"I know your Mom won't be far, and I know I can call your sisters but they aren't you Michael."

"I will facetime you every chance I get."

"I know, but I just need you here with me."

"Look baby, I am only gone for two weeks. Then after that, I will be home and you are stuck with me until the babies are born."

My mom will be moving in once the babies are born to help YN when I am not here. It is only temporary but YN and I both know she will need help.

"Lets not be sad anymore. Why don't we go out for an early dinner and then go out for dessert." I said to her.

"How about The Cheesecake Factory?"

"Sounds good to me. Why don't we finish watching the movie and then once it is done, we can head out." I said to her as I finally joined her on the couch, popping one of her strawberries into my mouth.

I woke up early the next morning and just held onto her as I had a few moments to spare before I had to get up and start to get ready.

I had a quick shower and double checked that I had everything. I went downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to take with me for the ride to the airport, but there was my wife, packing me breakfast at 2 am.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and told her thank you as I kissed her neck.

"Do not start something you can not finish Mister. Go, the airport taxi is waiting."

She walked me to the front door and we kissed each other goodbye. Me promising her that I will call her the moment I land.

"Love you Michael. Have a safe trip."

"Love you too baby. Get some more sleep."

I knew she was watching me as I walked to the taxi and got in. I had the driver wait until she closed the door behind her and I could clearly see that the hallway light was turned off and the lamp in our room got turned off a few moment later.

The moment I landed in California, I called YN just like I promised. She answered the phone on the second ring and she told me my Mom was there.

The three of us talked a bit but then they had to leave. I told YN I would call her later that night and text her throughout the day.

It took a bit but I am finally out of the airport and on my way to the hotel, where I met up with Ronnie, David and Daniel.

"There he is. How was the honeymoon?" Ronnie asked me as he patted me on the back.

"It was amazing. Glad we found it. Just the perfect spot." I told them honestly.

"How is she doing?" David asked me. He is the only one out of the group who understands as he has travelled before when his wife was pregnant.

"She is upset she got told to stay home. YN is used to travelling and being with me or anyone of us actually."

"So what is she doing?" Daniel asked as we headed to go and the meeting that Tony was holding in one of the hotel conference rooms.

"Well right now she is going to buy a new car because she needs one for her and the babies." I smiled at the thought of our babies.

The conversation shifted to different topics as we walked, but then I heard his annoying voice.

"Well well well, if it isn't Michael. So nice to see you back. How was the honeymoon?" I didn't answer Sammy, I just kept walking.

"I hear congratulations are in order. Twins? A boy and a girl. Oh how sweet...but I do wonder, are they yours?"

I stopped walking. I heard Ronnie say shit as I turned, ready to knock the shit out of Sammy, but Daniel and David were holding me back.

"Sammy, if I was you, I would walk away before the Big Man puts you in the hospital, yeah?" Max said as he walked towards us, with Colten and Austin not far behind him.

Sammy just smirked at me, knowing he got to me and walked past us but Max had the final word.

"Oh Sammy?" He stopped and turned to look at Max.

"What?"

"If you ever and I mean ever hear you say something like that again about YN, Mike or their children, you won't just have to worry about Mike."

"Is that a threat?"

"Take it how you want, but you have been warned."

It looked like Sammy wanted to say something but all he did was flip us off and walked into the room.

Today is going to be one long day.

Part 20

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I was tagged by @kvothes to name 10 songs I love by 10 different artists and u know what... I'd love to! Now I'm a person who likes to listen to the same music for 15-20 years in a row plus I'm a FM radio top 40head and somebody who never knows what's going on and who loves slop. But these are some songs that I can never listen to enough times in a row!!!!

1. No One Dies From Love by Tove Lo - ok not to be like "WHY is NOBODY talking about this" but like why is nobody talking about this!!!! Not only does it fuckin whip ass and slap but she says "no one dies from love..... guess I'll be the first.... will you remember us.... or are the memories too stained with blood now?" HELLO??????????? THE FACT THAT THIS ISN'T BEING DISCUSSED AT ALL HOURS RIGHT NOW???? THIS IS A FUCKIN SONG!!!!

2. Western Wind by Carly Rae Jepsen - is this the best CRJ song I've ever heard in my life??? No... that's "I Know You Have a Girlfriend" which isn't on any American streaming services so I have to listen to it 200x in a row on YouTube which is dehumanizing. Sitting here rewinding it with my fingers... ok. HOWEVER this is a new CRJ song and I love it and it has changed me. The verses are like fine but the chorus sounds soooo good.... "DO U FEEL HOME FROM ALL DIRECTIONS??????"

3. Dark Green Water by Great Grandpa - @notthequiettype put this on a playlist (btw if anyone posts a playlist or a song I'm not joking when I say I slam the link and listen immediately like if u think nobody cares think again bc I am on top of it) and it stopped me in my tracks!!!!!! About 3 minutes in it gets quiet and ur like ok it's winding down... then they pop off and start yelling again and it HITS!!!!!! She's like "hold on best I can to a space where... ALL 🗣 THINGS 🗣 FADE 🗣 INTO DARK 🗣 GREEN 🗣 WATER!!!!!" voice breaking.... absolutely yes bitch.

4. BITM by Leikeli47 - Spotify put "Money" by Leikeli47 on their Taurus zodiac playlist a couple years ago and as a Taurus I listened to it and was just like yes..... YES!!!!!!! She just dropped a new album and maybe it is being overshadowed... but it completely fucks!!!!! "U MIGHT WANNA LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE U THINK ABOUT CROSSING ME"..... YES!!!!!! I WANNA GO CRAZY

5. Teach Me by Miguel - ok like I said I listen to the same songs for decades... this is from an extremely important 2010 album and is without question one of the best horny fuck songs of all time. IT WASN'T EVEN A SINGLE?????? ANYWHERE WE ARE~ I'M DARING U TO DEMONSTRATE~ THE FRONT SEAT OF MY CAR~ CLOSE UR EYES AND ACCELERATE~ IF U NEVER SEEN SATURN~ TAKE A RIDE ON MY ROCKET BABE~ UR BODY IS A PARTY AND~ I JUST WANNA CELEBRATE~ brother that's fuckin music!!!!!!

6. Diane by Cam - this is sort of a reverse Jolene where miss Cam finds out she's fuckin another girl's man and she's like oh my god I'm SO sorry I had NO idea we BOTH should dump his cheating ass. Full force galloping at full speed music and this bitch is SINGING her HEAD off!!!!!! "ALL THOSE NIGHTS THAT HE'S GIVEN TO ME... I WISH THAT I COULD GIVE THEM BACK TO U!!!!!"

7. Come To My Window by Melissa Etheridge - I learned what the dictionary defines a lesbian as because this song came on the radio at some point when I was a young child so like between 1993-1996 probably and I was like now this is a fuckin song and my mom was like "hey u know Melissa Etheridge is a lesbian" and I was like what's a lesbian and my mom was like (paraphrasing) "a woman who loves other women" and I was like oh my god... remember when Applebee's used this song in a commercial to promote their curbside pickup???? JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME SCREAM... LESBIAN APPLEBEE'S???? CRAWL INSIDE.... WAIT BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON!!!!

8. Spud Infinity by Big Thief - springy sproingy jug band science fiction porch music.... music to think about how u are a small and in the dirt but at the same time u are everything in the sky. KISS THE ONE U ARE RIGHT NOW KISS UR BODY UP AND DOWN.... OTHER THAN UR ELBOWS. Brother I'm losing steam they shouldn't let me write about things I like

9. Cat & Dog by TXT - I think everyone should listen to this kpop song at least once. I will never forget sitting here getting my mind blasted wide open by it. TXT set a precedent with this and they haven't disappointed me since. THEY GOT THESE LITTLE BOYS BARKING ON THE TRACK RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE!!!!! The English version they say "it's no coincidence it's a kitty-incidence" think about THAT!!!!

10. Stay (I Missed You) by Lisa Loeb - this was recently featured on the tv limited series Station Eleven where someone who was born after 99% of the population died in a flu pandemic sings it on a karaoke machine. This proves how important this song is... Stay by Lisa Loeb transcends total global collapse. DID LISA LOEB DIE IN THE FICTIONAL PANDEMIC???? OH GOD... btw if u still haven't watched Station Eleven u simply must. It sounds bleak but it isn't and made me cry so hard from joy that my face separated from my skull. SO I - I TURNED THE RADIO ON I TURNED THE RADIO UP AND THIS WOMAN WAS SINGIN MY SONG!!!!!!

#music #I'm so sorry #and yet #NOT sorry at all!!!#thank u for tagging me!!!#if anyone wants to do this...#wowowow

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Today I finished The Man Who Invented Himself, and I have Thoughts.

First, I liked it. The author, Daniel C. Dennett, writes like a grandpa, and I am very charmed to read someone with the ability to write so lovingly and earnestly about topics that strike me as totally alien, even when it's not a book about me -- or a book about the things I know and love

Dennett is best when writing about things that strike him as weird and alien and which he himself has no frame of reference for whatsoever. For instance, in The Color Purple he quotes a review of the novel (something like "this book is almost completely bereft of emotion.") And then at the end he makes a point of saying that he doesn't understand that review and thinks it's strange.

For another example: he's taken to task by the reviewer for being insufficiently reverent toward H. G. Wells. Dennett, in the end, is very reverent toward H. G. Wells -- just like a grandpa. As you might expect, this makes reviewers very mad

Second, this was the best book I ever read about memory and the human brain, by a wide margin. And it was so good at being true and honest and not oversimplifying! It really, really didn't oversimplify. (And I've never read anything by him that I would consider a less oversimplifying account of what memory is, or how we remember things.) When he describes a phenomenon, it's not in some big flashy "I know all the things!" speech, and that's great! It's so good to read! I learned a lot! If I had to pick one book that I think does a really, really good job of conveying a subject, and which I don't often see mentioned, it would be this one

Third, the science is... questionable...

(Not that it's wrong, but it's not exactly right, either)

Okay, so I knew the book was about the work of a psychologist named Donald Hebb who basically said, "What if there are two ways in which memory is formed, one involving a permanent memory cell and another involving a temporary memory trace, and the second is 'wasted' on lots of unrelated things and can be'saved' by associating it with the first?" This idea was actually very cool, and it's actually very closely related to how my own model of short-term memory formation works.

For instance, consider the following (I don't know if it's true, so I'm not trying to make a strong argument, just point at something which may or may not be true): if you see a very distinctive shape, even a small image, then after a while you can see it in just your peripheral vision even if you're looking away. The process that is involved here is somewhat like my model of short-term memory formation, where stimuli (say, the shape) are kept in a small part of your visual field ("the map") and then are continually associated with each other -- but there's something different about the very first stimulus-pairs. They form the foundation of longer-term storage. And the process in the brain which makes this possible seems to be the same process that is involved in long-term memory formation

I guess what I'm saying is that Dennett -- and other scientists -- have, I think, just kind of assumed away the fact that it is conceivable that very short-term "saved" information has to be retrieved from the very short-term part of your visual field, the very bit that can't even hold a shape like the one you see, and that this process actually takes time. In a way, you can think of it as the very brief memory trace the book is so fascinated by "being saved." And this is important: if you had to go to that part of your visual field in a millisecond, there's no way you could access it in a way that was really useful -- in the way that you could really use an idea formed in your thirties about "how to construct the word 'pantherophis' to remember that 'pantherophis' comes from 'pent'"

This book is in many ways a celebration of the scientist's craft -- a celebration of the importance of curiosity, of asking how things work and why, of knowing how little we know, and how little we can even imagine. And the author is, as usual, absolutely right about these things

And yet. Dennett just fails to realize that this is a difficult question. That you can't even get some of these basic principles "right" without being very careful, and in most cases you simply don't know. If you think that you do, you're deluding yourself.

This is important! Not just to understanding human beings, but to understanding anything, really. If you think you can explain anything using some simple principles, that's almost certainly a mirage.

Sometimes, a process cannot be simplified or summarized well. Sometimes the only thing you can do is describe something -- or, in Dennett's words, "point at something, even though you have no idea of what it is" -- and see whether it makes the whole thing make sense

I've spent some time trying to get myself to learn and really internalize this idea, not just to try to explain things to myself, but to try to explain things to other people. I think I've made some progress. I've been reading some books on "introspection" -- how to just think about yourself -- and I don't know why, but one thing I've found particularly helpful in understanding myself has been reading about how certain kinds of thinking that used to be considered "irrational" are actually possible in a way that "rational" thinking cannot be. For instance, in "rational" thinking, you can explore infinite universes (and therefore, even though you can't be absolutely certain, you can end up in a position where you say "anything is possible if you look hard enough." But in introspective thinking, you can't ever just think out there, not knowing anything -- you always start out with some of your most basic memories and beliefs. You can't simply "add in" more memories -- you can't just add in even more memories of a different type, without first starting to doubt your memory and to think about where it could possibly have gotten that idea from. And it is not possible to add in an infinite number of memories that you haven't already formed. It's one thing to be like "a book of facts about the history of France" or "the dictionary definition of 'horse.'" But if you were to go to infinity, you would hit a barrier. So you will start with some, basic memories and beliefs -- and then, when you go to infinity (or as close as you can come), eventually you always have to start forming new memories that arbitrarily contradict or "undermine" your previous memories, rather than just adding more memories of the same type. This is a big deal: it means you can never really be certain of anything and you are always on the edge of "confusing up" your memories

It is an important aspect of the human condition to be almost certainly wrong about almost everything. It turns out that you cannot reduce every bit of your mental experience to an array of memory cells. If you try to, you will find that not only you cannot reduce it to some set of simple rules, you cannot even reduce it to some rule which is simpler than your current understanding of the thing -- at least not in the way you are imagining (which requires you to be wrong!) You can make it into something that fits your current understanding, but it will require adding in a lot of assumptions that you have

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Wait what do you mean Viserys I's face is photoshopped on the sonogram? What do the kids mean by that? Is it like the Queen Elizabeth reincarnating as Trisha Paytas' baby thing??? I need answers 😭😭😭

Also this reminds me, I don't think Viserys I is elaborated on in lsts. If I remember correctly, it's implied that he of course was a shitty dad by Aemond when Helaena tells him she's pregnant. Rhaenyra had been queen for 8 years so I guess Lucemond weren't hooking up then. Can you tell us more about the funeral or that time in their lives though? Did Lucerys comfort Aemond or were they still distant?

NOT MALIBU WINDSOR 😭 lol i think the sonogram edit just comes from them joking around and someone being like "what do you think the baby will look like??" and someone else making and then sending,,, that

considering viserys is the kid's grandpa AND great-grandpa it's not crazy that there'd be a resemblance

also viserys i's funeral will be discussed later! (as well as more of what he's like in general) i kept his time of passing in relation to the kids' ages canon to what i think is in the show, so luke and aemond are around 14 and 16 when he dies and rhaenyra becomes queen. they're family friends with feelings at this point, there's love and care there but they spend most of their time getting into petty arguments on family vacations and holidays <3

i do have a brief scene of luke and jace attempting to sort of comfort/be nice to aemond at the memorial in the works, but here's an abridged version of it:

luke and jace, seeing aemond: hey... 🥺😕

aemond: don't fucking start

luke and jace: oh my gods FINE. 🙄😡 gods forbid we ever try to be halfway decent to you, asshole

aemond: :) (that's better)

#lsts #ty for the q <3 #this is also the gc everyone uses while the birth is actively happening #and they're hiding in the hospital from luke and aemond #more on that later #you're on the nose about viserys i being a shitty father tho!!#that is a constant i feel in my bones <3333 #wynch writing

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tagged by @the-evil-stick - thank!!

List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

I don't watch shows? So uh

The Witcher

The Last of Us

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Fucken, idk, Spongebob?

I have about 20 anime I could put here but I don't remember more than like. One character from any of the ones I've watched

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Joel. I love that old man so much

I couldn't fix him and actually I don't want to

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Of the main characters? Yennefer. Mainly because of how some in the fandom treat her character, refusing to see any flaws, calling her perfect, acting like any slight to her character in canon or fanon is toxic. She is inherently flawed like all good characters should be and people acting like that makes me want nothing to do with her.

If it weren't for that, she'd be fine, even if her and Geralt are truly awful for each other.

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

The campfire episode ig

...I'm taking this opportunity to rant about TLOU cause it's my post and I can THE FIRST EPISODE IS AMAZING OKAY. The character introductions, the reintroduction to Joel, the world building, the slogan of the fireflies matching Joel's journey, Joel searching for Tommy because protecting his people has become his whole purpose, just. Someday I'd like to write an essay.

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

The ones where boys kiss boys

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

I wasn't really a fan of most of the canon ships honestly, but since it's Relationship and not Ship then Iroh and Zuko. I love that Iroh shows Zuko how he can be a non-toxic man in a world where they were both taught just toxic, power hungry and angry masculinity.

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

what does that even mean. like... the ship I hate? the NOTP?

fucken idk man. I just ship old man Joel with an OC. everyone can fuck everyone for all I care

7. How long have you watched 1?

Early 2021 probably?

8. How did you become interested in 3?

It was on TV. That's about it.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

The talking sponge?

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

It will come as a surprise to No One that has talked to me in the past month that I'm gonna say The Last of Us, considering I'm on watch through like...9.

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

I think ATLA has more episodes?

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

David Hasselhoff

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

This question list is really thrown off when you haven't watched 5 shows in recent memory

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

If they can crossover uncle grandpa and steven universe, any crossover can "work".

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

Ciri and Eskel, and if anyone comes at me all "EW GROSS THAT'S HER UNCLE" I'm going to smack you with a dildo. They interact like twice in book canon, 0 times in show canon, and game canon makes it perfectly clear that it would be NORMAL AND PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE for fucking GERALT to be in a relationship with her. Get your fanon out of my canon

also it's fiction so anything goes

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

oh huh I guess I could have put game of thrones on the list, that would've made this easier. too invested now. anyway the voice actors for ATLA were great

tagging no one because the kitten is making it hard to type, if you wanna say I tagged you go for it

#this brought to you by 'i have a problem and that old man could fix me'

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✨About Me✨

Thanks so much for the tag, @n-brio!!

NICKNAME: Mostly just Mike or Mikey lol. Some people who have known me for a long time might still know me as Junk or Machi, but I don’t really use those anymore.

SIGN: Scorpio. I don’t really believe in this kind of stuff, but it’s fun. :)

HEIGHT: 5'4", but I’m 6′5″ in my heart!

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: “Red Dead Redemption 2 Walkthrough”. I just started playing the game after years of watching other people and I needed to refresh my memory lol.

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?: Randomly remembered this gem from my childhood the other night and it’s been on replay in my brain since.

FOLLOWERS: 82.

LUCKY NUMBER: Don’t have one. I have dyscalculia, so numbers are evil.

SLEEP: I have no sleep schedule, but I sleep a lot,,, I plop down whenever I’m tired...which is often...

DREAM JOB: Broadway Actor! I love musicals and acting is fun. Voice actor or let’s player would be cool too!

WEARING: A very old National Geographic shirt that used to belong to my grandpa and black shorts.

FAVORITE SONGS: I always have trouble with this question because I very rarely go looking for new music,,,

What Could Have Been by Sting (from Arcane) Who Is In Your Heart Now? by Studio Killers Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne Stardust by IAMX Ghost by Mystery Skulls

I’m also OBSESSED with the Hadestown soundtrack! Highly recommended musical!

FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: I think vocals count? I’m not actually very knowledgeable when it comes to instruments, but a good vocal performance gives me chills.

AESTHETIC: I mostly go for a creepy/cute feel with a mix of kidcore and horrorcore, but I don’t actually believe in sticking to one aesthetic. There’s a lot of vintage, grunge, gothic, and fantasy laying around here too.

FAVORITE AUTHOR: Uhh, I don’t really have one! I pay more attention to the books than who wrote them, if that makes sense. Watership Down is my all time favorite book though, so I guess Richard Adams?

FAVORITE COLOR: Any shade of blue, but any color can be beautiful with the right scheme! I tend to lean towards schemes with blues, blacks or purples the most.

FAVORITE ANIMAL SOUNDS: Tiny cat mews. :,)

LAST SONG: Africa by Toto. It was on the radio in the car when my mom and I ran to the store yesterday lol.

LAST SERIES: Like a show? I don’t really watch a lot of series, I have trouble starting new things,,, I think the last thing I binged was Arcane. Can’t wait for the next season! Now, if we’re talking video games, I’m working through Psychonauts! Finished the first game a while ago, watched a playthrough of ITROR and am now working on Psychonauts 2.

RANDOM: Uhh, have a spider character I drew. I got really mad about how much potential the character Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel has and decided to make my own spider character loosely based on him, but more suited to my personal tastes lol. His name is Magenta. (PLEASE ignore how uneven the back pattern is. I’m aware. I am not a great artist.)

Tagging @sofarfarout and @n0bodyshere because you’re the only people I feel comfortable tagging, but you absolutely don’t have to!!

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yourlittlesol · 1 year

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Back on my pen at twenty four, twenty-twenty three.

It has almost been three years since I sat down in front of the computer screen to let my fingers bleed of words. The feeling’s thrilling but somehow vexing and taunting. Life’s been a tad buzz with twenty twenty one’s on-the-job-training course while witnessing a miracle-in-working healing of grandpa, heading back home in Tondo after being away for four months of health isolation, twenty twenty two’s completion of thesis and defense, shooting for our film finals, and finally walking down the PICC aisle on my black toga and white lace, on my grip was my diploma that reads “A Graduate of Bachelor of Arts in Communication''. Wait, it gets better. In July of the same year, I joined the Dream Team – a whole year of studying music and bible at church and helping out in production and ministry outreach. It was the most rigorous yet remarkable journey I’ve gone through in life so far, and I think it will always hold a special place in my heart for in it I’ve learned not only the intricacies of music theory, aural theory sight and ear, rhythm, and dance, but also to seek God diligently, communicate and listen well, be keen to details, and how to uphold a better version of myself every trimester, every week, every day with my soul anchored in faith and humility. As I near pass the finish line of my dream team year, I must say it is the pinnacle of my early twenties alongside stepping out of college.

I am a work in progress – we all are. However, looking closely at myself, I do tend to overthink a lot. By a lot, I mean a lot – with my brain working overtime in an overdrive. I guess it’s because I wanted to embody perfection even though it’s impossible. I’m twenty four, wow. I can’t believe I’m twenty four. It’s slowly sinking in as I re-kickstart my adulting journey by updating my CV. I was stuck at twenty, where I already knew I am old and supposed to be contributing to the finances of my family, an ever reliable ate that hands away W.O.W (words of wisdom) to everyone younger, and someone who behaves prim and proper – just like what the society expects in a fully-grown woman. I am not young anymore, technically but my grandparents often say that I’ve still got decades ahead of me to enjoy life without slacking my years away. That said, I’m old enough to make wise and mature decisions that’ll surely affect my latter years, and still young to be a worrywart about everything. Twenties is indeed a rollercoaster of learning – and this is not for the faint of heart. So to my fellow twenties warriors, we got this.

Lastly, maybe this thought process has something to do with age as well but lately, I’ve found myself writing my future someone in my prayer list priorities – alongside career, calling, and dream house. Isn't it a little early for that? Better to be praying for him early than late and settle for less, right? I wonder how God reacts everytime I mention to him my “him list”, does he find it funny? The “him list” is not in any way demanding, just a couple of specified bullet points of what I want him to have, parted with negotiables and non-negotiables – e.g for negotiables; it will be great if he’s three years older than me (he doesn’t have to be exactly three years, it’s just my preference but younger? Uhmm, wouldn’t it be weird though? I think it’s weird); Someone who takes good pictures (for memories), and someone who loves to read and write because it’ll be great to be with someone I can mentally grow as well. For the non-negotiables, he should be a man who is gentle, kind, serves God in the ministry, and a man who cooks well because I eat a lot.

Wherever that future someone is, I am always praying he’s healthy and safe. As much as I expect him to be a number of things, I also have my me list so that I can truly be a helper suitable for him. I am praying for a great husband, so why wouldn’t I be a great wife for him? Whether we’ve already crossed paths or we’re still about to, I believe that our foundation should be God – because He loved us so that we can love the people around us, eventually, each other, best. So, no pressure for us. We’ll get to know each other in God’s perfect time.

To wrap up this life catch-up, I’m grateful that no matter how life keeps on throwing me lemons, God always provides for me a blender to make lemonades. I am flawed but not lost. My feet stands on level ground for His counsel gives me a straight-path direction despite the many turns I see. To speak life, to produce quality works, my soul should always stand close to the God who perfects me.

It’s great to write again.

🌻Sol

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