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The Chic Magazine interview with the Good Omens cast and crew by Keeley Ryan, August 2023 :)

'It was wonderful to get the Good Omens family back together'

There were plenty of miracles, mysteries and mayhem when Good Omens returned to the small screen for a second season.

The PrimeVideo series, which was originally based on Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's best-selling novel, is heading beyond the source material this season.

The six-part series highlights the ineffable friendship between Aziraphale, a fussy angel and rare-book dealer, and the fast-living demon Crowley.

And while the duo put a stop to the apocalypse last time, there are the sparks of a new mystery that will take viewers from before The Beginning, to biblical times to grave robbing in Victorian Edinburgh; the Blitz of 1940s England to the modern day.

The cast includes David Tennant and Michael Sheen as Crowley and Aziraphale, Jon Hamm, Maggie Service, Nina Sosanya, Miranda Richardson, Shelley Conn, and Derek Jacobi also star in the series.

And Michael Sheen told how the Good Omens "world has grown" with season two - and opened up about his first day back at Aziraphale's bookshop.

In an interview conducted before the SAG strike, he said, "It was lovely to be back in the bookshop after having seen it burnt down the ground.

"Clearly I had managed to save a few books! Actually, it was extraordinary - your brain does a double take - my desk, the cash machine, the record player - everything is all so familiar even though it is a totally different location.

But we have expanded - there is much more of the world of Soho here including Aziraphale's favourite the magic shop and my favourite the pub - our world has grown."

The actor also praised Neil Gaiman's writing, noting how there's "something about the way Neil sees the mundane that is extraordinary."

He said, "His writing has such a breadth of reference and yet is so accessible and entertaining even when taking on big epic or philosophical issues.

There's something about the way Neil sees the mundane that is extraordinary. When things filter through his imagination they emerge in an entirely unique way and yet it feels like it's always been there.

Add in the sprinkling of the imagination of Terry Pratchett and cocktail has been created - utterly familiar."

Producer Sarah-Kate Fenelon told Chic how the second season of Good Omens is "building on the universe" - and how they had been "sowing the seeds of a second season without anybody knowing" last season. "

She said, "I work with Neil Gaiman and know in part that Gabriel, who is played by Jon Hamm, his character is not in the book of Good Omens - but it was included in the first season. We were sowing the seed of a second season without anybody knowing.

"That character was written by Neil and Terry as a potential second book. They never got to write it, but now we're able to tell Gabriel's story. It's kind of a lovely evolution, where we're just expanding the universe.

"A lot of locations on the set are locations from season one. We've also been able to explore new shops, like we've got the record shop and we've got The Dirty Donkey pub, which we go into - it was in season one, but we never got to go into it.

"Season two is just building on the universe."

The Wicklow native added that it was "wonderful to get the Good Omens family back together" for a second season.

She said, "We were lucky that a lot of our crew and creative talent were able to come back for a second season. But also, we had our cast return. Miranda Richardson plays a totally different character this season and we have a new Beelzebub.

"And then obviously, we've got Maggie and Nina playing themselves, Maggie and Nina, as written by Neil. It was wonderful to get the Good Omens family back together again."

Noel Corbally, who works as an associate producer on the series, recalled how they marked a special anniversary of the first season's release while prepping for season two.

The Irishman said, "We went for dinner that night to relive the celebration, happy to be back again.

"Even now, it's been more than a year since we wrapped and to be able to come back into the studio that's just been frozen in time with everything wrapped up — we had a week to turn it back to life, have it be a live street again.

"It's been a week. But it's been amazing. We had our original lighting team come back, our original art department — and they've just done a fantastic job."

And while there are plenty of easter eggs for fans to spot throughout the six episodes, the pair shared their favourites.

Noel shared, "I think that my favourite easter egg is actually in the record shop. It's a song that we play in the background. It's so subtle, but it's from the musical Happy As A Sandbag.

"Maggie's character Maggie runs the record shop, which was owned by her grandfather in the story. But the musical, Happy As A Sandbag, Maggie Service the actress - her mother and father met on the musical and fell in love. Having that was an homage to them for bringing us Maggie."

Sarah-Kate said, "I quite like the easter eggs in the title sequence. If you look really closely, there is a Gabriel or Jim in every shot, which people tend not to notice. It's like Where's Wally?"

Rob Wilkins, who manages Terry Pratchett's estate and serves as narrative EP, told how he was "elated" for the second season to be out — and about moving beyond the book's source material.

He explained, "There were lots of nerves, because there is no source material. There's no book. I went through the whole of season one with the mantra that we've got a beginning, a middle and an end.

"And at the end of season one, which was the only season at the time, I felt very relaxed - we're all grounded through Terry and Neil's words, and that's fine. We know where we're going, we've got the novel to refer to.

"And so with season two, of course there's going to be nerves — there's no source material.

"But Neil is 50% of the creative team that brought you Good Omens, so in him we trust. And we genuinely do, from the bottom of my heart - of course we do.

"There's excitement about what Neil is going to bring from the page and from the page to the screen, but trepidation as well — I'm a fan as much as anybody else, I want to know where the stories are going."

Rob added that some of his own favourite easter eggs within the second season include a nod to Terry in The Dirty Donkey pub - as well as a special sight in the bookshop.

He said, "I love the fact that in the bookshop, Teny's hat and scarf are just hanging there. Terry, as a huge patron of bookshops around the world, he just left his hat and scarf in there and moved on one day and left them behind.

"That's a lovely one for me, as well - it means more to me, I think, than anything else."

Rob opened up about the success of the first season - and why it was something that he didn't necessarily expect.

He continued, "There's the Terry Pratchett fandom, there's the Neil Gaiman fandom and push them together and there's a big crossover. But what we created with season one, we created Good Omens fandom from the show.

"People came to Neil's work and Terry's work through the show. It created something entirely individual of its own making, and that freaked me out because I didn't see that one coming.

"I didn't see that as a thing. I thought the fans would be rooted in Terry or Neil. I didn't realise that the ineffable husbands in all of that - I love David and Michael, but I didn't realise the love people would have for them as our demon and our angel.

"I shouldn't be surprised. It's just my admiration for them as actors and for what they do, and for people getting it I think that that's the thing that's meant a lot to me, that people have understood what we tried to do."

Costume designer Kate Carin told how having the opportunity to join Good Omens' second season was a "gift" - and opened up about why it was impossible to pick a favourite scene.

She explained, "When you see the whole show - you think, when you're watching episode one, you're like, 'oh my god, that's the best'. But then you watch something in episode two and it's like, 'that's awesome!'

"I would say that I'm a disciple of the show now. I didn't know the book when I was approached about the job. I'd obviously heard of it, and I'd seen season one — as a punter, I watched it.

"To get the opportunity to come and work on season two, it's a gift for a costume designer.

"You do fantasy, you do period, you do contemporary and all of the wavy lines in- between - you're given a lot of rope to play with."

The character of Shax, played by Miranda Richardson, was a "really fun character to design for" - as Kate told how plenty of ideas jumped to mind after reading the description.

She said, "When Neil writes on the page that you have a 50s inspired female demon, that gives you a lot of scope to play with. "

And when I started drawing her, I actually had to stop myself because I kept coming up with ideas."

And with the series jampacked with magical moments and settings, set decorator Bronwyn Franklin told how there was one particular shop that has a "certain magic'!

She said, "I actually think the magic shop is my favourite shop. The bookshop used to be, but now that l've done it twice - it's still beautiful. It is Aziraphale's home. It feels more magical because Aziraphale lives there, and there's the whole angelic side.

"But this one, it really has a certain magic. From a set decorator's point of view, it's a joy. Will Godstone, he gets to sit there and he's got his little cash register and if he's got no customers, he can sit there and have a little cup of tea.

"You just have to feel that person, live that person and think that it's yours. I always come into a space like this and think, 'how would I like to be?' Because if it makes me happy, it'll make the cast member happy, it'll make the viewers happy."

Michael Ralph, who is the series' production designer, told how while it's impossible to pick a favourite set, the bookshop is "one that will resonate most'.'

Aziraphale's bookshop contains more than 7,000 real books and Michael noted that it was important for the setting to feel real, not just for the audiences at home but for the cast and crew.

He said, "There's not a fake book in here. Couldn't do that. In a way, if you look at any bookshelf - I spent almost a day just moving books around, to make the bookshelves look like they're real. They could be flat dressed, and then they're not real. But this is real, when they're just moved around a little bit; or people have pulled them out and put them in incorrectly.. .that's what's real about a bookshop."

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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The Importance of Introductions

summary - Living in a new apartment, you run into your neighbor all the time. You run into him in the hallway, on the elevator, at your best friend's bachelorette party where he's dressed as a sexy firefighter. After seeing him in nothing but a pair spandex briefs and suspenders, you know have to move. Or sleep with him. One of the two.

warnings - stripper au, tangled dynamic, language, light smut - (masturbation, accidental voyeurism), no use of y/n, Bradley is 6'7" because I said so, chapter specific

word count - 3.2k

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Perhaps the last thing you expected to see when you opened the door of your brand new apartment was a very tall man standing in front of you in nothing but a towel.

“I think this is your cat.”

And you think that this cannot be happening.

From the moment the keys to your new apartment were dropped in your hand, you set one goal for yourself: leave a good impression with your neighbors. You baked brownies to give them as you introduced yourself and then realized some people might not like chocolate, so you proceeded to also bake cookies, scones, and muffins. You journaled about it in your bullet journal—with your fancy gel pens and everything! You ran through your wardrobe at least three times to pick out the perfect outfit to wear while you greeted everyone on your floor. You were going to leave a good first impression.

Turns out the one thing you didn’t account for was one of your neighbors beating you to it. Because in front of you stands the guy who you’ve seen coming in and out of the apartment next door. In one hand he has your cat in a football hold, while the other holds a terry cloth towel that is precariously hanging around his waist. Because, yes, apparently your cat had interrupted him mid-shower.

“I’m so sorry! I swear, one minute I could see him and the next— He’s just very curious and this place is so new for him. Honestly, once he learned how to open doors I kind of—” You cut yourself off when you realize you’re rambling, muttering an apology as you try to train your face to keep hidden the utter mortification you’re currently feeling.

Guy Next Door snorts, raising his brows slightly as an amused smile takes over his face. “Yeah, imagine my surprise when I looked down and saw Houdini here sitting in my shower.” He lifts your cat up slightly—who has the audacity to yawn, looking all too pleased with himself after putting you in this position in the first place. “I figured he was probably yours.”

“He is, thank you. Pascal loves water, so that’s probably why— Oh my god, I’m sorry! Here, let me take him,” you hold your hands out for your cat, now even more embarrassed that you let your almost naked neighbor hold him for so long. “Again, I’m so sorry about this. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Guy Next Door waves you off good-naturedly. “No worries.”

Maybe it’s the fact you're so flustered and embarrassed that you can’t even think straight. Maybe it’s because your very attractive neighbor is standing in front of you in nothing but a medium sized towel. Maybe it’s because your brain’s decided to just throw this whole “good first impression” thing out the damn window, but you can’t stop yourself from blurting, “Would you like some brownies?”

Guy Next Door opens his mouth, before looking down at the towel he’s holding around his hips.

“Right, sorry! Finish your shower,” you hastily interrupt him before he can speak. “I shouldn’t have— It’d be weird if you came into my apartment without clothes on… Not that you were going to! I just—” It takes your brain a second to catch up to the desecration you are currently inflicting on the English language and you let out a small, defeated sigh. “I’m sorry about my cat.”

As if agreeing to—or maybe protesting—your statement, Pascal meows in your arms.

Guy Next Door bites his lip and you can tell he’s trying not to laugh, but he manages to hold it back. He gives you a quick up and down, his smile growing. “I will definitely take you up on your brownie offer later, how ‘bout that? And you,” his eyes travel down to Pascal, crouching slightly to be somewhat closer to his level, “better knock next time, buddy.”

With that, he gives you a small wave goodbye before heading back to his own apartment.

You wait for his door to shut before you run inside as well, closing the door and locking it quickly as you let out the breath you’ve been holding. You look down at your cat, who’s already pawing at the door frame, with an angry glare. “I cannot believe you! I turn around for one second and you’re already terrorizing our neighbor?”

Pascal blinks at you lazily, seemingly indifferent to your lecture and more interested in getting back into your neighbor’s shower. His fluffy tail swishes on the hardwood as he continues to sit in front of the door.

“You know, I was thinking about growing catnip in that little planter by the kitchen window, but I’m certainly not going to now.” Pascal meows and you cross your arms with a shake of your head. “Well, you should have thought of that, mister. Maybe next time, you’ll think before you decide to embarrass me like that—”

When you turn back to face him, Pascal is already stretched out, pawing at the doorknob. He bats at it a couple times, turning the knob, but of course it stops itself from opening—the lock making sure the door doesn’t move at all. You stick your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, that’s right, try opening the door now.” Your triumph is short-lived when Pascal gets bored and promptly trots away, not nearly as shaken by this morning’s incidents as you are.

Hesitantly, you check out your keyhole to see if your neighbor is somehow miraculously in the hall again—or if anyone else witnessed what just happened. Neither seem to be the case thankfully and you sink to the floor in relief. You let the back of your head thud gently against the door.

“Okay.” You scrunch your face, shaking your head vigorously as if that will shake your embarrassment off you. “This is fine. I’m fine. This was a good idea.”

Pascal meows suddenly, padding over to you and nudging your elbow with his nose. You smile softly, giving him a scratch behind the ears.

“I’m not actually mad at you, baby. You’re too cute to be mad at.”

Pascal chirps in agreement and the two of you look out at your living room that’s littered with unopened boxes. You get up suddenly. “C’mon, Pascal. Let’s go find which box I put your scratcher in.”

The next morning, you’ve somewhat recovered from the horrific display that was your first meeting with your neighbor. In fact, you even think that there’s a chance you can salvage it. You’ll make sure Pascal stays securely in your apartment at all times—lest he start breaking into all your neighbors’ homes—and you’ve been practicing in the mirror so that you can converse in small talk without turning into the nervous wreck that loudly points out her neighbor is naked.

Grabbing a tupperware from one of the boxes in your living room labeled “Kitchen”, you place a few brownies in it before setting it aside to write a quick note on a colorful piece of construction paper. Your tongue sticks out slightly as you scribble with sharpie on the light purple paper. You weren’t sure what color Guy Next Door would prefer—he isn’t the type of guy who you just know what their favorite color is. You decided to play it safe and pick your favorite color instead. Everybody likes light purple, right?

After reading your note for the eighth time, you doodle a quick flower before holding it up. “What do you think?” You hold the construction paper for your cat to evaluate.

Pascal meows his approval and, with that, you take a deep breath. Sliding your shoes on, you check that you have everything before looking down at the tupperware and note in your hand. You can still make a good first impression. You’ll give these to Guy Next Door, have brunch with Callie, and pretend like your first meeting never happened. Maybe you and Guy Next Door can even be friends! You already know Pascal likes him.

With your confidence renewed, you place the brownies on Guy Next Door’s doorstep, giving them one last look before heading to the elevator.

In case you still wanted brownies! p.s. thanks for returning my cat :)

You make it to the bistro you’re meeting Callie for brunch at with little problem. Though you didn’t actually move that far, you’re now living in a part of the city you’ve never been in before and you had fun exploring all the small shops and interesting avenues on your walk. This brunch would mark the first time you ever actually stopped at one of those places, but you’ve made a promise to yourself that you’re going to explore everything this part of the city has to offer.

Callie’s already waiting at a table, waving when you politely explain to the hostess that you’re under her reservation. With her hand in the air, the huge diamond on her finger catches in the sunlight, reflecting patterns of light on a small section of the table cloth. You grin, excitement renewing when Callie stands up to hug you.

“Gosh, Callie, you might blind someone!” You tease.

Callie scoffs. “What? With this old thing?” She flexes her fingers out to show off her ring with a giggle.

The ring is beautiful, with a large, oval diamond in the center. Two smaller, circular diamonds rest on either side of the center one, sparkling just as brightly, and they’re all held together by a polished, silver band. You remember how excited you were when Billy called you out of the blue one day asking about Callie’s taste in engagement rings. To say the man did not disappoint would be an understatement. Honestly, you don’t even want to know how much that ring costs.

“I know it’s been months since the proposal, but it’s still so pretty, Callie,” you praise it softly, taking one last look before you both go to sit down at your reserved table. “I’m so happy for you.”

Callie preens. “Thank you! I know I’ve been acting all obsessed over the ring, but I honestly think I’m more excited for the wedding.”

“Have you found a venue yet?” you ask.

Out of the two of you, Callie had always been the one to jump at playing house when you were kids or save songs she thought might be good for a first dance. You’d never been huge on weddings. You always felt that you’d get married, but your wedding specifically, you didn’t think about much. There were no Pinterest boards or dream dresses, you didn’t know what season you wanted or what theme—not like Callie. But, while it was something you hadn’t really thought about, you know how long Callie’s been waiting for her wedding and you can only imagine how happy she is now that she’s finally planning it.

Callie gives you a joking look. “Who do you think I am?”

“I’m sorry,” you laugh. “I should have known. You probably have a separate binder for it and everything.”

Callie grins as if to reaffirm the assumption, before her grin falters. “I’m really sorry about the bachelorette party. I don’t want you to think I didn’t want you to plan it, Lucy was just really excited and I didn’t realize she had already started planning until it was too late to say no.” Callie gnaws her lip anxiously, fiddling with her engagement ring as her eyes dart to and away from you.

“I don’t mind!” You wave off her apology. “With moving and everything, I doubt I would have thrown a very good one. This one will probably be much more fun.”

Callie frowns knowingly at your words. “Well, I would have loved whatever you threw for me,” she says decidedly. “But, while we’re on the topic, how’s your new place?”

At the reminder of your apartment—and your not so stellar arrival—you wince. You’re saved from explaining anything when the waitress comes by to take your order, but Callie goes right back to looking at you intently once you’ve finished ordering and you know you’re trapped.

You let out a breath, fiddling with one of the cloth napkins rolled up on the table. “Well… I already met one of my neighbors.”

“Oh, were they nice—”

“Pascal broke into his shower,” you blurt, covering your face in mortification. “And then I managed to act like a complete weirdo when he came over to return him—in a towel, by the way. But,” you perk up suddenly, “I dropped off brownies at his door, so crisis diverted… maybe.”

It’s quiet for a moment as Callie blinks at you. “Was he cute?”

“Very,” you groan, letting your forehead rest against the table cloth.

“Well… that’s not the worst thing to have happened,” Callie offers kindly. “Was he friendly about it, at least?”

You look back up, brows furrowing in slight suspicion. “Way too friendly. Like weirdly nice for a situation where your neighbor’s cat has seen you naked before you’ve even introduced yourself.”

“Well, he probably thought you were cute too!” Callie claps excitedly, drawing the attention of a few tables nearby, but they all look away once they locate the source of the sudden sound.

You look at her incredulously. “I don’t think that that’s the first assumption that should be made. Maybe he’s just nice.”

“Oh, come on,” Callie drags out the word, giving you a look. “If that’s the case, don’t you think he would have at least put a shirt on?”

“Hey! Don’t slut shame my neighbor,” you defend.

Callie rolls her eyes, ignoring the look of shock one of the other bistro patrons shoots you in response to your outburst.

As your best friend in the whole world, Callie knows you better than anyone, and so she certainly knows that you will do everything in your power to make sure that something like that never happens with Guy Next Door again—even on the very small chance that he wants it to. But as her best friend in the whole world, you know that Callie is the most hopeless of romantics at heart. And if she wanted that, then she could just turn on When Harry Met Sally because you were most certainly not going to flirt with your neighbor.

“Look,” you say finally. “I promise you, it wasn’t like that. And absolutely nothing like it is going to happen again.”

“So, no heated romance with your neighbor?” Callie checks with a small pout.

A flash of Guy Next Door runs through your head and you nod resolutely. “No heated romance with my neighbor.”

“Fuck…”

A muffled groan passes through the wall of your bedroom and you freeze. Your body comes to a quiet halt on your mattress—no longer trying to get comfortable under the blankets. You can’t even risk swallowing, afraid it might be too loud and you won’t be able to confirm that you’re hearing sounds coming from Guy Next Door’s apartment. Or worse, you’re too loud and he hears you. After a second, you hear another, louder groan.

“That’s it… Shit… That’s it…”

You have to slap your hand over your mouth to cover your squeak of surprise, eyes widening as you stay frozen in the middle of your bed. Is your neighbor having sex right now? No, no he can’t be. You heard him come home—as you are now learning, your walls are quite literally paper thin—and there wasn’t anyone with him then. He hasn’t left his place since either so you know he has to be alone. Maybe he’s… really into folding laundry.

“Take my cock, baby, just like that. That’s a good girl.”

Your thighs clench and you’re reminded that your hand is still covering your mouth because it muffles your whimper. So your neighbor is definitely having sex right now. There’s a flutter in your stomach when you remember your first encounter with him. His defined muscles that looked like they were carved out of marble. The taut, tanned skin stretching over them, still wet from his shower. His towel was flimsy at best, drooping right at his curled happy trail. You swallow thickly just thinking about the peek you got of his v-line.

The muffled sound of pants and curses fill your room as you think of your neighbor and whatever he had hiding under that towel. Timidly, your hand crawls down to your pajama pants and you bite your lip as your fingers brush the waistband of your panties. Now that you’re actively listening for it, the sounds of your neighbor pleasuring himself are louder and your eyes flutter closed to breathy growls and deep grunts.

You squirm, arousal sitting heavy between your legs, and your fingers dip under your underwear. There’s something about the thought of your neighbor fisting his cock into his hand that has you worked up in the best way. With your eyes closed, you can see him, teeth gritted as his large, calloused hand works up and down his length. You can see a shimmer of sweat along his hairline and across his thick, corded shoulders. You imagine sinking your nails into his defined back, running them down the expanse of it as he pounds into you hard enough that your bed frame thumps against the wall.

With your head so close to the shared wall of your neighbor’s, it almost sounds like he’s grunting right into your ear. You clamp down on your lip to stay silent when another low “Good girl” travels through the plaster. Your hips can’t help but buck, shoving your hand further into your panties.

“I’m close, shit. I’m—”

Your eyes snap open at his heavy pants and you lurch up from your bed. What are you doing?! You rip your hand from your shorts, trying to clear your head as you stand up quickly and look down at your mattress in horror. You cannot believe you would do that! Why would you do that? You have to get out of your room and away from Guy Next Door and his stupid voice and the way he makes you want to stick your hand in your pants apparently.

Grabbing your pillow, you make sure to stay as quiet as possible as you creep out of your room and back out towards the safety of your living room—that doesn’t share a wall with your neighbor. Pascal lets out a questioning chirp from where he’s loafed on one of the couch cushions and you try to ignore the way your cheeks feel like they're on fire.

“I think I’m gonna sleep here tonight,” you try to say cheerfully, forcing a smile for the sake of your cat.

At some point while you’re tossing and turning on the couch, it occurs to you that you still don’t even know your neighbor’s name. You flop so you can look up at the ceiling and let out a tired sigh.

You’re really bad at this introductions thing.

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itgirlgyu · 1 year

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how i think txt would react if their female best friend sat on their lap

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YEONJUN...

oh my god totally bitchless behavior coming in within 0.4 seconds

like this man will stop functioning, like is it normal to have your hands on the side?

tries to strike a pose

like daniel,, bby you're embarrassing yourself

swear he thinks he's like aha so fine

might lean back to play it cool

but you know he stiff as hell

like basically it's that dad pose when you know you've disappointed him and you're about to sit with him in a dark living room to soak in the immeasurable shame you've brought to the family.

his undergarment is drenched from stress sweats

might actually start stuttering

pls get off him before his dry sex life makes him pop a boner and the friendship gets ruined for life.

SOOBIN...

his head starts overheating due to overthinking the moment you sit on his lap like

the only two option were the floor where beomgyu spilled his drink or any of the dudes lap and he's your bestie boo so ofc you'd pick him

right?

tries to gaslight himself into thinking it's fine

like sure this shit is fine and it's normal to sit on each others laps.

but inside his head there are 4 tabs open, two of them are having a debate on the pros and cons of having your best friend on your lap and other two are playing tiktok random hits and he doesn't know which one he should tune in to

for the peace of his own mind, he tries to sit on your lap the next time

tit for tat he says.

BEOMGYU...

starts acting like you are crushing his thighs

he knows you playing so he's like aha two can play the game

girl you really thought you will outdo the doer

the og mr. mood breaker?

will straight up start moaning in your ears

starts squirming and whining like

'oooof my thighs are so fragile,'

does not give two cents about the place he is in

or the situation

or what people will assume

if soobin is the overthinker, beomgyu rarely thinks

its like his brain just takes off in a rush and it's taken over by the sheer need to annoy the fuck out of his bestie.

he's like the fly you can't just quite swat away

literally starts doing his own echo moan from one ear to another

you have to admit the defeat and get up on your own.

TAEHYUN...

will not straight up push you off him.

but the look he gives you, he might as well just put in the physical effort and do it.

his face is like, 'you did this for what?'

'why not?'

'why though?'

tries to get used to you sitting on him

like its chill

you're his bestie and he's a gym goer

so it does work out nicely

but the thing is like,

your back is blocking his vision

like its all chill and cute in movies but irl your sight will definitely get blocked and it has nothing to do with the person's height!

he tries to adjust so that he doesn't need to kick you off of him

and hurt your feelings or something

man is here jumping through hoops to seem effortless in order to continue his debate with hyuka about the importance of the balance between peanut butter and jelly in the sandwich

you see his struggle and move over on your own with a new found respect for terry the terrance taehyun kang

HUENING KAI...

he's looking at your head like, hmm you kinda sus

but that lasts like a whole lot of ten seconds before he's like nothings even on him

although he tries to smell the top of your head like what is the difference between a baby's head and an adult's crown

he is a curious little crow, it's one of his charms

makes a quick mental note to break it to you gently that you might need to take a lil bit more hygiene care on the top of your head.

he leans back

unlike yeonjun the daniel choi, he's fr chill

also man's broad as hell

he's like meant to be a chair at this point

you can lean in as much as you want on him and you know he would fine with anything

like he barely feels you on him anyway

you can probably just lean back on him and he'd cradle you like his first born

just maybe not kiss the top of your head

but he finally got an idea what to gift you on your birthday!

so it all worked out for the best!

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suzloo · 11 months

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering what you're personal headcannons are for Bruce Wayne?

(and wondering if you'd write anything for the Call of Duty modern warfare characters?)

Bruce Wayne Headcanons:

- In my eyes, he's an omega because despite what others would think, he has more traits of an omega than an alpha.

- Despite being on scent blockers and heat suppressants because he wants no one to know his secondary gender, most people assume that he's an Alpha, even those on the Justice League who don't know his secondary gender.

- He has constant puppy fever. Whenever he sees a sad pup on the streets, he has the intense need to bring them in. As he gets older, Alfred has to stop him because it gets out of control. It's mostly due to him losing his parents. If Alfred won't let him adopt said pup, then he'll put them through one of his many organizations to help wayward pups without parents, paying for their schooling and meals.

- At first, the puppy fever was brought on because of his parents dying. It got worse when Dick left when he was older, which is why he took on Jason. Then it got to catastrophic levels once Jason died and he literally had to have a pup around him so that he didn't succumb to omega devastation.

- He was the one who gave birth to Damien. He was under the affect of a heat inducing drug and thalia was conveniently the only Alpha nearby. He didn't hate being pregnant as much as he thought he would and actually considered it a 9 month vacation while Dick took over. After that, his puppy fever was severe. Like he genuinely doesn't mind being pregnant again but theres only so many times Batman can "mysteriously disappear" for 9 months. Although Gotham citizens are kinda dumb so he might be able to get away with it.

- His nest consists of mostly clothes that still have his kids "puppy smell" on them.

- Loves it when his kids lay in his nest with him, even if they're not pups anymore. It just brings him comfort to have them close to him.

- The older he gets, when his heats are far and few in between, his puppy fever gets stronger. If you've ever seen That 70s Show where Kitty was going through menopause, he's like that. Constantly staring at babies, constantly looking at baby things, reminiscing about when his pups were younger, it's just "baby baby baby, must be pupped, want pups." On the brain constantly. Alfred has to reel him in and remind him that he already has 8 pups, 9 if Terry Silver pops up.

- Speaking of Terry, Bruce would be devastated to find out he has a pup, who's, well, not really a pup anymore, that he didn't get to raise.

- Went through severe devastation when Dick left and it nearly killed him when Jason died. Losing a pup is the worst pain any omega can feel.

- Adopting Tim got him out of that devastation. It might have looked like he was "replacing" Jason but it was for the betterment of his health, he would have succumb to his devastation if he didn't.

- Has only been pregnant once but he still lactates, even before his pregnancy. Dr Leslie thinks that it's just his body's abnormal way of responding to his puppy fever, even if his pups are way too old to nurse or if they're not even pups anymore.

(Also, yes I'll write for the COD Men)

#a/b/o dynamics #if you don't like omegaverse don't read #omegaverse #abo #abo headcanons #omega bruce wayne #omega bruce

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marie-mcd · 2 months

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A recurring feature that I like in Neil Gaiman's and Terry Pratchett's stories is the mundane and ordinary juxtaposed and blended with the extraordinary and fantastical.

There's a lot of humour derived from this, but it got me wondering if the concept also works as a theme under the surface of the humour, so I'll explore that idea a bit here with examples from Good Omens and Discworld.

First a look at the humour side, because it's fun, and so that people know what I'm referring to:

-In the opening sequence of Good Omens S1E1: an angel and a demon (fantastical beings) are conversing like ordinary people, using idioms like "Well that went down like a lead balloon", against a setting of biblical proportions.

-The Archangels' meeting in S2E6 discussing first the Second Coming ("Nah!"), and then next on the agenda is the cleaning roster.

-The visuals of heaven and hell in general - it's the subversion of expectations on what these places "should" look and function like - offices, clipboards, contracts, bureaucracy. This is humour and seems like theme/motif at the same time; the visual cues say a lot about heaven and hell and their role in this story.

-Death from the Discworld books owns an umbrella stand and a hairbrush, likes kitty cats, and rides a white horse named Binky.

-In Small Gods, the Great God Om is incarnated as a tortoise:

And it came to pass that in that time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One:

'Psst!'

Next, looking at the concept's thematic or metaphorical potential.

The following excerpt gets me thinking about how people put outsized importance on mundane things, and about normalcy bias kicking in when a narrow mind is confronted with extraordinary events.

From Good Omens book (about RP Tyler):

It is a high and lonely destiny to be Chairman of the Lower Tadfield Residents' Association.

[…]

Your car is on fire.

No. Tyler just couldn't bring himself to say it. I mean, the man had to know that, didn't he? He was sitting in the middle of it. Possibly it was some kind of practical joke.

Next, a scene that makes me think about retreating into the mundane to cope, after being confronted with an extraordinary event.

From Good Omens S2E6:

Nina: Oh, God, I should've been open half an hour ago.

Maggie: How can you think about that after all this??

Nina: People need coffee, I sell coffee, it's my coffee shop.

And next, thinking about how the minutiae of the everyday distracts us from paying enough attention to big world issues (a bit of normalcy bias again too).

From Good Omens book (when the horsepersons of the apocalypse arrive at the airbase):

No one stopped the four as they purposefully made their way into one of the long, low buildings under the forest of radio masts. No one paid any attention to them. Perhaps they saw nothing at all. Perhaps they saw what their minds were instructed to see, because the human brain is not equipped to see War, Famine, Pollution, and Death when they don't want to be seen, and has got so good at it that it often manages not to see them even when they abound on every side.

Next, two excerpts from Discworld books. At first I was thinking along the lines of needing to focus on the everyday because we can't spend all our time focusing on big existential stuff, or, how we take the wonders of nature for granted because of busy lives; but then I realized, I think it's actually a clever inversion of what we consider to be ordinary - that just being alive, against all odds, in the vast universe, is actually quite extraordinary.

From Small Gods:

And one of [the brain's] functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary and turn the unusual into the usual.

Because if this was not the case, then human beings, faced with the daily wondrousness of everything, would go around wearing big stupid grins […] And no one would do much work.

Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.

Part of the brain exists to stop this happening. It is very efficient. It can make people experience boredom in the middle of marvels.

[more going on in the above than just the subject of the post, but I'm narrowing the focus here]

From Hogfather:

THERE IS A PLACE WHERE TWO GALAXIES HAVE BEEN COLLIDING FOR A MILLION YEARS, said Death, apropos of nothing. DON'T TRY TO TELL ME THAT'S RIGHT.

"Yes, but people don't think about that," said Susan. Somewhere there was a bed …

CORRECT. STARS EXPLODE, WORLDS COLLIDE, THERE'S HARDLY ANYWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE HUMANS CAN LIVE WITHOUT BEING FROZEN OR FRIED, AND YET YOU BELIEVE THAT A … A BED IS A NORMAL THING. IT IS THE MOST AMAZING TALENT.

And a quote from Terry Pratchett himself, inverting ordinary/extraordinary (the whole video is great, by the way):

Within the story of evolution is a story far more interesting than any in the Bible. It teaches us amazing things: that stars are not important - there is nothing interesting about stars. Street lamps are very important, because they're so rare. As far as we know there's only a few million of them in the universe. And they were built by monkeys! Who came up with philosophy, and gods.

He also mentioned here that his impression after reading the Old Testament was: "If this is all true, then we are in the hands of a madman!" Off topic again, but relevant to some of what went into Good Omens I think.

Not sure if I've proved anything here, and that wasn't the goal, but it was fun to find some quotes for my brain to play around with!

#long post #good omens #good omens meta #good omens 2 #good omens book #Discworld meta #Discworld #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #hogfather #small gods #p

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clumsiestgiantess · 2 months

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Part — what is this.. four of the ‘tiny in the cold’ story! (wow that’s a lot more than the oneshot I intended it to be; thanks for the support!) @entomolog-t it’s back!

[Alice’s pov]

My alarm clock buzzes obnoxiously to my left, but for once I’m not annoyed by it. I need to get up; it’s exam day. The exam starts… NOW! “What?! I- Oh my god, I set the alarm for the time I needed to be there! I’m going to be so late!” Dashing through the house, I shove a blueberry muffin into my mouth, throw my coat on, grab my bag, and speed out the door. Jabbing the elevator button every half a second, I practically pounce into the empty space once the doors open. Thank goodness there was no one in here. From the moment I step into the lobby, the rest of the trip is a blur.

My brain only finally starts working about a half-hour into testing. Miraculously, they made an exception and let me in. I’d blamed my lateness on the slick ice lining a few of the roads instead of my own confusion, and the proctor believed me. I mean, technically it is the truth. I was a bit slower coming here because of the ice, though not by much.

Thankfully, this is one of my easier exams. Even with my grogginess, I have extra time to look through — and redo — the parts I’d done in my half-asleep mind. I finish the edits with a mere minute to spare. There are a few quick celebrations between me and a few of my friends who were also taking it, then I head back home. One final down, four more to go.

My schedule from then on would be to rinse and repeat over the next few days — eat a meal, study, eat another meal, study, maybe sleep, then go back for another test. When I go to bed that night, I double check that I changed the alarm to give me some time to actually get up.

That next morning, I have enough time to eat breakfast and glance over my notes before heading back out to yet another exam. It had snowed overnight, and I hurriedly brushed it off the windshield before heading out. I actually made it here a bit early! Maybe I can go see if Terri-

“Wait!” I flinch. Who’s voice is that? “Please! I-” The strange voice stops as abruptly as it started speaking. Immediately, I turn in my seat, scanning the back for any sign of another person in here with me. A tiny-sounding whine directs me to the floor. “What the hell?” There’s.. a small.. thing moving around down there, halfway tucked inside a beanie that I’d lost a while back. “Am.. Am I hallucinating? I can’t!” I yelp suddenly, remembering where I am, “I have exams; I can’t be hallucinating during exams!” The little — very humanlike — thing collapses to the floor. I knew I should’ve gone to bed earlier. This isn’t real, right? That’s a palm-sized person on the floor. I rub a hand tiredly over my face and look again. They’re still there. “Holy shit. You’re.. real.”

Leaning down over the console of the car, I twist myself around so I can see them better. They’re shaking so badly. “Are you alright?” I ask, worry beginning to gnaw at my stomach. “How long have you been in my car? You must be freezing!” Their little head nods very slightly. “Are you another person?” They flinch, and I regret my last question. Of course they’re a person. They just spoke to me. Quietly, their voice rasps out, barely audible. “I’m a person. Please don’t leave me out here again. I- I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive this time.”

My stomach sinks horribly in my chest. How long has he been stuck out here in the cold? He’s so small; he’ll freeze so easily. “O- Of course, yes; I won’t leave you in here to freeze!” I gasp. “Do you mind if I.. umm.. pick you up?” I don’t have time to try to warm him where he is on the floor. I doubt he really needs the extra fright of me trying to handle him, especially because he already seems so desperate, but if I don’t leave soon, I’m going to be late twice in a row. One time I can get away with, but twice and I’ll probably get in trouble, or worse, kicked out.

A tiny head shake — no, he wouldn’t mind it. I let out a relieved breath. I honestly have no idea what I would’ve done if he’d refused. Leave him here? Out of the question. Pick him up anyway? That would be horrible of me. Give him the choice to either come with me or be left here? That just sounds like a threat. Thankfully he’s either willing enough — or desperate enough — to trust me.

Carefully, I reach down for him, sliding my fingers gently beneath him and guiding his tiny body into my hand. He squirms against me as I tighten my grip slightly in order to lift him. My heart skips a beat; his hands grip my finger tightly — shaking and icy cold. Poor thing. I wish I had more time to help you. I lift him upright and slide back into my seat slowly so I don’t jostle him. Hesitantly, he chances a glance up at me. “I’m gonna keep you in my pocket, ok?” I ask, though I know it’s more like telling him what I’ll do with him than actually asking. It hurts my heart in a strange way, recognizing that. “I.. really don’t have time to deal with this right now, but you’ll be plenty warm there. I’m so sorry, but I have to go.” A quick apology will have to suffice until later.

Lowering him into my pocket and dropping him carefully onto the bottom, I reach for the door handle. However, I flinch away from it as a cry tears through the car. “It’s ok; you’re alright! I’m not gonna-” “It’s too hot! I need something colder! Please! It burns!” His cries get louder and more pained. In an instant, I reach in to pull him out and he rushes for my fingers, clinging tightly to them. I freeze, unsure if I should move with him so close. “Th- Thank you,” I hear him gasp. Still, I’m frozen. What do I do if I can’t leave him in there? He’s shaking so awfully against me. His little body is almost drenched in sweat from struggling with the pain for so long. Will he be alright?

“You’re.. you’re ok now? Like that?” I ask worriedly. He nods, face nearly pressed against my palm. “Ok. Try not to yell like that anymore unless it’s an emergency. I don’t need to be kicked out of the testing room and searched. Who knows what the punishment is for sneaking a tiny guy into the room, or what they’ll do with you for that matter.” Now is really not the time to find a tiny person struggling for life, but I’ll do my best to help him. If that means leaving the testing room on account of some fake ‘emergency’ to help him, then so be it. I’d rather keep him alive over anything else.

Once I’m sure he’s comfortable, I step outside. Every single movement I make becomes calculated with him in my pocket. What if I walk too fast and hit him accidentally? What if I sit down and crush him? Did I put lotion on my hands this morning? He’s sitting tucked right against my palm. It would feel so cute if it wasn’t a literal tiny human sitting there. My hands are peeling from the cold; is that the one with the torn skin or is that- No, it’s this one. My worries just start to fade as testing time officially starts and I focus on the questions in front of me instead of the ones in my head.

However, about an hour later, I feel light pressing against my fingers. The tiny person’s hands shove at me until I move away. Confused and worried, I take my hand out of my pocket and inconspicuously glance down. His little face peers up at me and nods slightly, assuring me I’d done nothing wrong. Oh, he’s probably warmed all the way up by now! Returning to my work, I try not to dwell on anything. Still, relief floods my system knowing that I’d saved him from what might’ve been the end of him. He’ll be alright now.

Finishing the exam, I’m one of the first people out the door. Finally, I can talk to my tiny stowaway. Once I’m in the car again, I gently pull him out of my pocket and hold him out in the palm of my hand to get a good look at him. As soon as I unfurl my fingers, he tucks himself into a tight ball — his heavy frightened breaths press against my palm. “Hey, little guy? I’m sorry about basically ignoring you earlier. Finals are this week and I really need them to go well,” I try to explain. “Are you alright? You’re warmer than before; that’s good! I hope my pocket wasn’t too claustrophobic for you.”

In small hesitant movements he gets up from his fetal position and sits on his knees on my palm, staring up at me with wide eyes. It’s strange — his clothes seem to be hand-stitched — his hair mussed and tangled. Bringing him just a little closer, I can count at least two different scars by just glancing over him. How long has he been small for? Did he shrink, or is he just.. something else entirely?

My thoughts are interrupted by his voice. It’s much stronger now, and a lot clearer with him held up closer to my head. There’s still a strange smallness about it that makes goosebumps dash along my arms. “I- I’m ok,” he answers me. I exhale in relief, and become entirely conscious of how the single breath ruffles his hair like a slight breeze. “Thank goodness; I really hoped you weren’t beyond saving. You were super cold when I found you, barely moving. Speaking of which, why were you in my car to begin with? And how in the world did you manage to shrink?” Compared with his few words and tiny voice, I feel almost like I’m speaking over him talking so much, though it doesn’t seem like he has much to say. The guy’s probably stunned enough by the scale of everything.

I watch his brows furrow in deep thought, and for a moment I believe he’ll tell me he didn’t even shrink. Perhaps he was magic. But if he is, wouldn’t he have been able to save himself? “I.. don’t remember. I can’t remember what happened before I shrank, but I’m definitely a human. Just smaller.” Oh. Oh! Oh no, poor thing. He’s probably been stuck so small for so long because he doesn’t even know where he is! No memories, stuck small, freezing weather — no wonder he was desperate for help. And now he’s begging me just to see him as a fellow human.

“Of course you’re still human! Being smaller won’t change that!” I assure him, inadvertently cupping my hand a bit closer around him. “I promise I don’t mean you any harm; I just want to make sure you’re ok. Come on, I’ll take you back to my place — get you something to eat.” I reach to put him away, but pause. “Oh, I’m Alice, by the way. Do you.. remember your name?” He looks frightened for a moment. “I don’t really remember much.” That’s horrifying! Not even your own name? I don’t say that, though. He probably already knows. “I can try to help you remember it, but if you can’t, I guess you can try out a new one for the time being.” He nods, relief settling some of his features. Placing him down in the cupholder beside me, I head for home.

The drive is horribly silent — which I can’t stand. I know my little companion probably needs time to think through some things now that I’ve finally noticed him. Why haven’t I noticed him before? Has he been in my car for a while? Realization dawned on me that he’d really have to be an excellent climber to be able to get in. He’s so small that the space between the edge of the car door and the ground must be over twice his height.

“Soo..” I begin awkwardly, “I do have a question you might know the answer to.” The little guy looks up at me, seemingly startled out of thought. “How did you get in my car?” His face pales, and he looks.. frightened? “I.. I snuck in yesterday morning.” “You climbed up all the way into my car? Why?” He turns guilty away from me, like I caught him in a lie. But why would he lie about how he got in here? “Uhh.. it was cold outside. Your car was warmer.. at the time.” Is he just embarrassed that he got stuck in here? It must’ve been rather freezing when it snowed yesterday. He.. could’ve died in here — alone! I’d have found his body whenever I next went to clean out my car.

“Oh! I locked you in here and then everything froze last night! Poor thing! I’m so sorry! I wouldn’t have left you here like that if I’d known you were in the car!” I feel so awful for believing he was trying to lie. Poor little guy was probably just having a hard time talking about it. The thought of his near-death while I wasn’t even there just occurred to me now, but he’d actually experienced the bitter cold that had likely come close to killing him. Of course he’d be nervous thinking about it.

Trying to change the subject, I begin ranting about finals. It’s the next thing on my mind I can think to talk about. I make it all the way back to my apartment, then turn to my tiny passenger. Flattening out my hand, I leave it gently on the center console right beside the cupholder he’s sitting in. “Here, hop on and I’ll bring you inside,” I tell him, “Would you like something to eat?” He nods, climbing up and sliding slowly and hesitantly into my palm. Even if he’s been tiny for quite a while, getting picked up by someone so much bigger than you must be a crazy terrifying experience. I slip him in my pocket as I step outside. I can’t risk someone seeing him, it just.. feels wrong to flaunt him around in the open for people to ogle at. He probably doesn’t want the attention drawn to himself anyway.

I let him out again when we’re safely behind the closed door of my apartment. Gently, I set him on the counter by taking off my whole jacket and putting it down. He’d been so frightened when I’d plucked him out of my pocket earlier, and I didn’t want to frighten him again. Patiently, I wait for him to come out to the countertop. “What would you like?” I ask kindly. He glances around the room, then points to the pantry. “What do you have in there?” Shrugging, I wander over and peer in. “Well, let’s see.. we have soup crackers, some cheese puffs, popcorn, mac and cheese — but I’d have to cook it first, obviously. “Oh! But I think you’ll like- ” Glancing back at the counter to see if he was interested in any of it, I find that he’s disappeared from view.

“Hey, umm.. little guy? Where’d you go?” I ask, stepping around the counter to the other side. He’s not there, either. I lift up my coat, but he’s still not there. “Where- Where’d you go?! This isn’t funny! You can’t just disappear!” Unless… I gasp and quickly scan the floor. Please don’t tell me he fell off. I- If he fell… “Hey! Please come back! I- I’m not that scary, am I? Why’d you leave? I don’t-” I don’t understand; there’s not a trace of him on the floor or the counter. “Come back! Whatever it is you’re frightened of, I’ll change it! Please don’t run off and get hurt somewhere! If you want to take care of yourself, that’s fine! Just.. please let me know so I don’t think something happened to you!”

Hours tick by as I scour the floor and countertops, searching for my little missing guest. All the while I call out various comforting things, trying to convince him to at the very least let me know that he’s alive. Still nothing. I can’t find him, and something tells me he doesn’t want to be found. By 4:00 in the morning, there’s still no answer, and I go to bed without one. I try to go to sleep, but all I can do is lay down and stare at the ceiling trying to listen for the sounds of something small moving around. Only at about 6:00 in the morning do I finally fall asleep for a good two hours before my alarm startles me awake. At least I don’t have an exam today. I just have to study.

I trudge down the hall to the kitchen and freeze. He could still be on the floor somewhere. Continuing my trek with much more caution than before, I make a bowl of cereal and sit down numbly. I stare out at nothing in particular; thoughts jumble in my head. My lack of sleep and my severe rise in anxiety combined to cause an awful feeling in my head. My stomach also started to feel the effects, and I left the kitchen only a few spoonfuls of food fuller than I had when I walked in.

Studying didn’t help my mood much, but every time I took a break from it, my mind would wander back to the tiny person potentially wandering around my home, too scared to ask for help when he likely needed it. Lunchtime came and went — I wasn’t hungry. I tried studying again by watching a few videos my professor posted. Those didn’t seem to make sense to me, and my anxiousness morphed into an ugly frustrated anger. “No! What? How?! I used the same formula and everything! What the heck?!” Crumpling my paper in a messy ball, I can already feel an angry scream building in my throat.

As quickly as my anger emerges, however; it fizzes out. My scream comes out as a sob and I fall against my desk. Nothing had gone right for me. Finals week is the absolute worst week for my luck to run out. “I’m gonna fail,” I whisper, “I can’t do this. Why is everything going so wrong? I just wanted to help him; why’d he run away? I feel sick. What if he’s hurt somewhere and can’t call for help? What if he’s too scared to call for help?” Tears fall down my face and sobs wrench out of my throat in gasps. My empty stomach roils painfully as I cry.

“Alice! It’s ok, I-” At the sound of a voice too small to have come from any normal person, I whirl around in my seat, furiously rubbing my eyes so I could see through my tears. I can’t find him on the floor, just like the night before, but I know I heard the tiny person I’d rescued. “Hello?” I call into the seemingly empty room. A voice responds. “It’s.. It’s ok. It’s me, the ‘little guy’.” I gasp a relieved breath, then stand, peering around the room for where he might be. His voice is so small I can’t tell where it’s coming from. “You’re… alright?” There’s a long silence, then: “Yeah.”

“Oh thank god!” I breathe fully for what feels like the first time in days. “You made me so worried for you! Are you hungry still? I- I know you haven’t eaten in a while since you.. ran off when I tried to get something for you.” I myself felt like I was starving. I could only imagine what he might be feeling. I’m kept waiting for a long time — so long that I’m afraid he’ll leave if I don’t say something. Steadying my voice with another deep breath, I offer an apology. “Look, I’m sorry I scared you off… I don’t know what happened, but I’m willing to work with you to try and get your memories and your old life back. I can’t imagine how terrifying it is to suddenly be so small, not even knowing how you got that way-” “Stop.”

I do, though I’m scared of how hollow his voice sounds. “That’s.. a lie. I remember everything just fine.” Has he given up on finding a way back to normal? Does he remember something awful that he hasn’t told me? No wonder it felt like he was lying to me. “So.. you just didn’t want to tell me how you shrank?” I ask, a bit confused. “No.. Alice, I- I never shrank. I’ve always been this way.” My mind goes blank for a moment. “Y- Wh- H-” I stutter, only half-words forming on my tongue. “I’m not human, Alice.”

He’s… He’s what? Slowly, I approach the bookshelf in front of me — where I can hear his voice now that he’s spoken enough for me to locate it. Kneeling on the floor, I gently bend down to peer beneath it. I’d already checked all the shelves to no avail. There’s a small crack in the baseboard of the wall behind the shelf. “Is that why you left?” I ask softly, “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” His voice becomes a bit harsher. “You promised the tiny human me that you wouldn’t hurt me,” he corrects. I blink confusedly, slowly connecting the dots. “You thought I would go back on my word if I knew you were lying to me? Or you just.. thought that I wouldn’t care because you’re not human?”

But that’s awful! Does he really think I would do that? My distracted gaze flits back to the crack in the wall. He’s there — standing in a position like he’s ready to flee at any sign of aggression, but he’s there. “I promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you. You. No matter who or what you were.” His expression shifts guiltily, and he glances away from me. “I’m a bit upset you wanted to lie to me about… everything. But I can’t be mad at you for being scared of me. I won’t ask you to talk to me anymore if you don’t want to, but just know, I’m glad you’re alright.”

A small smile edges along his face as he turns back to me. Carefully, the little.. person steps out of his hiding place. “You- You really mean that?” He asks, “You don’t care that I’m not one of you?” I exhale a tiny laugh and shake my head. “Of course not, don’t be silly! You’re safe here, I promise. I understand if you want to go home, though. You probably have others of your kind to get back to, and I’ve accidentally trapped you in my house.” His steps falter and guilt briefly dashes across his face again. “Well, about that… I kind of.. live here.”

Do I know anything about you? As he relayed what really happened, it turns out I really don’t. The only thing I do know about him that’s correct is the fact that he can fit in the palm of my hand, and of course the fact that he’d been freezing to death when I found him. Beyond that, it’s like a whole new world just opened up to me. I guess that makes sense, though. He is an entirely different species, which is insane to think about. I always thought we’d find human-intelligent beings on another planet before we ever found it here again.

“I actually did remember my name,” the little being — he told me he’s a borrower — confesses after talking to me about his life beneath my floors. “It’s just.. not really a human-sounding one, so I couldn’t exactly give you it. My name’s Fennel, but I mostly just go by Fen.” “Fen?” I ask. Well, it certainly isn’t a human-sounding name. I offer Fen a bright smile. “Nice to finally really meet you! How long have you been living here.. with me?” His eyes trail off in thought, “I moved in after you were already here, but you were still unpacking things, so I don’t think it was very far off from when you moved in, too.” So we’ve been living here together the whole time?!

“Where were you living before?” Fen shrugs, “Eh, another apartment in this building. The new people were too loud, so I moved out.” Wow, I wish I could’ve done that in my last apartment. I had to wait for the lease to expire. “I wish I could just pack up and slip into a new home whenever I have problems with the neighbors,” I tell him, mind already wandering to what I would do at his size, with his freedom.

“It’s harder than it seems,” Fen sighs, “I have to rebuild a livable space for myself every time.” Oh, right. Maybe I wouldn’t want to be a borrower after all. I sit back upright and my back cracks loudly as I do. “Hey, if you don’t mind, can you maybe come out from beneath there?” I ask, “It hurts my back to try to bend all the way to the floor to look at you.”

He’s hesitant, but Fen slowly makes his way over to the edge of the bookshelf. When he finally steps out from beneath it, I gently lay my hand in front of him palm-up, like I had in the car when I took him inside. “Can I hold you? Please?” This feels like a dream. Did I even find you, or did I fall asleep trying to study? To my relief, he gives me a slight nod. I watch in awe as he climbs up onto my palm — hands and feet no bigger than a fingernail. With Fen safely in my palm, I slowly and carefully lift him up to my face to ensure I’m really awake.

Concern crunches my eyebrows together. He has an empty fearful look, staring blankly through me with tensed muscles. “Fen?” His hands dart to his head, ducking beneath them for a tiny bit of safety. “Are you ok?” I ask softly, “You look sick. If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down. You didn’t have to get on.” I can hear him breathing hard, but he stammers: “I- I’m alright.” Shaking my head, I cup my other hand around him gently. “You aren’t, though. You’re shaking.” With all the caution l can muster, I lower the pad of my finger against his chest. Just as I thought, his breaths rise and fall heavily against my finger — even his heartbeat thunders rapidly against it. He’s so.. delicate. Sitting in my hand like that, I just can’t describe the feeling in any way besides tiny and fragile and alive.

My eyes water in a sudden rush of relief, and I gently bring him to my chest, hugging his tiny form the best I can without crushing him. I finally feel relieved for the first time that week. “It’s alright now,” I exhale. Holding him there, I can feel his breathing slow and he relaxes in my light grip. Guiding him out in front of me again, I watch him curl up sleepily in my palm. His back presses softly into my cupped fingers as he blearily looks up at me. Awww, why does he have to look so cute like that? I’m sure he’s exhausted.

Glancing around the room, I notice that one of the smaller blankets on my bed had fallen to the floor. I scoop it up and place Fen down on my desk. He stumbles off, and I have to quickly grab him and lower him down before he falls face-first on the wooden surface. I bundle up the blanket so it’s reminiscent of a little mattress and pillow, then place it in the corner of my desk. Fen sleepily trudges over and slides into it. Checking to make sure he wouldn’t fall over the edge of my desk by blocking off the side with a book, I settle down and begin re-working the math problem that had gotten me so worked up earlier. Just as I finish it, Fen rolls over in his makeshift bed and mumbles something quietly. Get some sleep little guy; goodness knows you need it. I need it too, but more than that, I need to eat. After checking the problem against the key — I’d solved it correctly that time — I snuck off to the kitchen to make myself a quick meal before returning to my work. With Fen sleeping on my desk, I had to plug in my headphones to listen to the videos, but that didn’t bother me much. I had to stop yelling so much to avoid waking him, but I needed to calm myself down anyway. It wasn’t long after finishing the worksheet that I fell asleep right there against my desk, with my tiny roommate sleeping soundly beside me.

#originally planned to post this for the size-swap prompt for GtWAC #unfortunately it was definitely not going to be ready by then #But here it is now!#g/t #giant/tiny

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definedbydaylight · 7 months

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“Change In Pressure”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ (The Large Age Gap Fic)

A Matty Healy x OC Fanfiction

Part 1 Masterlist: .°˖✧ Word Count: 1624 Warnings: nothing quite yet but i promise you there will be quite a few warnings in the future...

Series Summary: Aurelia Hawke is the newest artist signed to Dirty Hit but she is in no way new to the industry, the second child of Uma Thurman and Ethan Hawke seems set up for success, but a string of unfortunate events sets her on a path she thought she'd never walk down, and somehow it has everything to do with the lead singer of The 1975.

The steps up to her new apartment felt miles long, her sister and father already inside setting up a bookshelf they had bought earlier that day, a decently heavy box positioned uncomfortably in her arms, she pauses to resituate the box and carries on up to the front door. Already slightly ajar she uses her foot to push it open farther, she stops her sister Maya laying facedown on the floor as their father reads the instructions to the bookshelf, the way Maya groans she assumes it’s not the first time they’ve gone over it.

Setting down the box alerts her sister of her presence. “Aurelia! God please save me from him, he’s convinced he can do it, but I’m pretty sure we’re missing several pieces.”

Aurelia laughs and sets a hand on their father’s shoulder. “Dad, let's just go buy nice vintage furniture that doesn’t need assembling tomorrow okay?”

He smiles up at you. “Whatever you’d like, Aurie, I just want to make sure everythings perfect for you.” He sighs. “Having you an ocean away is already hard enough.”

“I know Dad, why don’t you and Maya go grab the last 2 boxes from my car, I have to get changed for my meeting today.” She takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll meet you both back at the hotel for dinner okay?”

He nods and kisses the top of her head, making his way towards the door as Maya speaks up. “I expect to be compensated for my labor today!”

Aurelia scoffs and smiles at her as she follows their father out the door.

She grabs her bag with her change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change, the place feels empty but she knows in a few weeks Timothee will be coming back from LA and it’ll finally start to feel like a home, most of all she’s grateful to be out of the hotel she’s been living in for the past month. Fixing up her makeup in the small mirror above the sink she begins to worry, she’s already got the offer and all she needs to do is sign the contract and start recording for the EP, but she can’t help but feel like something horrible is going to happen. Aurelia pushes the thought deep into the back of her brain, she exits the bathroom to grab her bag and keys before heading out the door to her car.

The drive to the Dirty Hit office is filled with screaming along to The 1975 to ease her nerves, not only was she getting signed to an incredible record label, but also the one that just so happened to house her favorite band in the world. It felt like a fever dream, although she can’t dismiss the fact that her family has definitely helped her in her career and she is forever grateful for the opportunities it’s brought her, she’s just glad people took her talent into account. She finally arrives and finds a spot to park about a block away, she takes the time of the walk to practice her breathing and calm herself before entering the building, the weight of the front door feels 1000 times heavier than normal.

Aurelia is greeted by a woman at least a head taller than her dressed in a pencil skirt and grey blouse, she starts to feel extremely underdressed.

“Hello I’m Terri, and you must be Aurelia Hawke, am I correct?” The woman’s voice is like butter with what Aurelia would only assume people would call a posh accent.

She smiles in return. “Yes that’s me, it’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, I’ll take you up to Jamie’s office, he should be ready for you.” Terri smiles back and waves her along to follow.

They take the elevator up 3 floors to a very modern yet laid back waiting area, Terri bypasses the seating area and heads straight to a large set of double doors and opens them up wide, she looks back at Aurelia and her eyes tell her to follow.

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything dear.” She says as she lays a comforting hand on the singer's shoulder and walks away.

Aurelia turns into the office and is not only greeted by Jamie, but George Daniel is also sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Aurelia! Pleasure to finally meet you in person, please take a seat.” Jamie gestures to the seat beside George.

The meeting goes well, she’s signed for a 3 album contract after the EP is released, she’s unbelievably nervous after being surprised by George joining in on the meeting. Jamie said he wanted him there because he’d be helping her with the mixing for the EP, they discussed the songs she had for it and played them the demos she had made for them to review, Jamie seemed pleased and George was over the moon about getting to mess with the mixing on “Supercut” which calmed Aurelia’s nerves because that was the song she was least sure about. She thanks them both and they all say their goodbyes, before she leaves George stops her to exchange numbers and emails so they can discuss and send tracks back and forth.

“It’s been great talking, can’t wait to get to work with you.” George smiles.

“Me too, thanks girl!” She freezes in place, feeling stupid with the comment she’s made.

“Ha! Girl, I like that! Well see you later girl.” She thanks god he didn’t find it too weird and waves him goodbye and exits the office’s front door.

The walk back to her car has her giddy, she pulls her phone out to call her boyfriend to tell him about the contract details and how excited she is, the phone rings a few times before he answers.

“Hello?” Timothee says.

“Oh my god I have never been more nervous for anything in my whole life, and now it’s over.” She sighs into the phone, digging around in her bag for her car keys.

“It’s already over? How’d it go baby?” He asks, sounding excited but a little distracted, but Aurelia can’t blame him, she knows he’s been insanely busy these last few weeks.

“It actually went amazing! I got a 3 album deal after the EP releases, and you wouldn’t believe it, George Daniel was there!” She’s beams sliding into the driver's seat.

“Who?” He asks, confused.

“George Daniel? Drummer for The 1975? They’re my favorite band babe I talk about them all the time!” She says, a little hurt he didn’t remember after all the times she’s talked about them before.

“Right, right. I’m sorry baby I knew that, I’m just a little all over the place right now with work at the moment, I’m on set right now.” He sighs after he speaks. “I’m just excited for the next few weeks to fly by so I can be with you in our new home.”

She smiles at his words. “Me too, sorry for the stress, I’m glad we got to talk but I’ve got to let you go so I can meet my dad and Maya back at their hotel for dinner. I’ll see you soon enough, I love you.”

“Love you too, bye baby.” He ends the call and she collapses back into her seat.

Being away from Timothee makes their relationship feel unnecessarily stressful at times, she wishes she could just see his face when she spoke to him, she could always tell how he was feeling by the look on his face. The drive to the hotel was smooth and dinner was nice and easy, she updated her family on the contract and her day, then said her goodbyes once again to head back to her apartment. Greeted by boxes stacked taller than her and furniture shoved in random places, she sighs and heads to her kitchen where she knows she’s at least got the necessities to make a cup of tea before she gets cleaned up for bed.

Aurelia can’t seem to sleep in the unfinished apartment so she stays up scribbling lyric ideas in her journal late into the night and early morning, it’s around 1:30 when she receives an email from George with a new mix for “Supercut” and a message that reads;

Couldn’t stop thinking about this track so I just had to work on this tonight, let me know what you think, the songs is going to smash the charts I promise you that

She calls George immediately after listening to the audio track.

“Yes?” He answers, sounding nervous.

“It’s fucking brilliant George! Truly! I hadn’t even told you any of my ideas and yet somehow it’s like you pulled the sound I wanted straight out of my brain, it's unbelievable!” Aurelia shrieks with joy.

“Oh thank god, I’m just glad you like it.” George sighs with relief.

“Like it? Did you not just hear what I said? Girl, I love it!” She beams.

“Okay, okay, thank you very much Girl.” He laughs at her.

“Oh lord this is going to become a thing now isn’t it?” Aurelia mentally face-palms.

“Oh it most definitely is.” He laughs again. “Goodnight Girl, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

She smiles at that and says her goodnights before they hang up.

Feeling an air of calm and security after the phone call puts Aurelia in the mood to sleep finally, she sets her journal on her side table and cracks the bedroom window before slipping into her sheets, the breeze and light sounds of late night city noises lull her to sleep faster than anything has in a long time, she feels like tomorrow it’ll only get better.

Part 2 (coming at some point)

a/n: so i'm not totally dead, but life has been kicking my ass so bear with me loves, anyway i love this character sm so i'm really going to be trying to keep up with this one <3

#matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty #healy #matty healy x oc #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy x reader #not really lmao #dbd matty fics #dbd change in pressure

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sopranoentravesti · 1 year

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Ok I’m FINALLY in a place where I have a minute and brain space to recount some of my Convention highlights:

I got 2 hugs from Nana Visitor. And she told me I look good as a Bajoran, asked me what I do, and when I told her, she asked what I do to take care of myself.

I also got told by multiple people that my eyes look similar to Nana’s (brown eyes next to the nose ridge?)

On Saturday, I wore my Kippah with my cosplay, going from Morning Services to Convention.

At one point, Robert Picardo was talking and John Billingsley was crouching down in order to surprise him and his face turned red. I thought he was having a heart attack.

I put my hand on his shoulder and was like “sir, are you okay,” until someone was like “he’s fine he’s just heckling Bob Picardo.”

Thankfully, he didn’t notice

I was a bit late for my photo with the (present) members of the DS9 cast. They had to bring Penny Johnson-Jerald back, but everyone was very gracious, understanding, and sweet.

“Who am I taking a picture with! Oh my goodness, you are too cute,” she (Penny Johnson-Jerald) also wanted to know my first and last name

They stationed Rosie, my Rollator, “center seat.” Terry Farrell complimented my vest, which I crocheted myself, and very excitedly told me she just learned how to crochet.

(I commented that despite my disability, I am unable to sit still and was taught to cope with hyperactivity and keep myself from fidgeting too bad).

J.G. Hertzler at one point approached me and was like “that [my Rollator] looks handy! Can I take a seat?” And growl chuckled and clapped my shoulder ( Klingon friendly style) when I was like “that is not honorable.”

Later he stopped me again. Apparently, one of his loved ones has MS, uses a rollator, but unlike Rosie, hers is not upright, and they are worried about it contributing to back problems. He wanted to know more, how to find one.

I asked Siddig a somewhat rambling question about Julian’s disability, Eugenics, and how that may have affected his relationship to other disabled characters, and disability in trek vs our Society as a whole.

I had my hand up for a minute and he was like “relax, you got next question” I was kind of embarrassed but then he was like “I don’t think you’re hyperactive, I just want you to not exhaust yourself“

He listened attentively, and he gave a vent like answer where he was like “I see your concerns about Star Trek obscuring / erasing disability… my general thoughts are that we are all racist (i was born in Arab Africa, in Sudan, riddled by geopolitical conflicts, Africans are also racist) we are all ableist, and all have the potential to be disabled . And unfortunately, it’s your job to appeal to me as an able bodied person, and my job to appeal to [another audience member] as a brown person …And why we need to work to change laws first, before we work on everything else. Sorry, didn’t mean to get all political.”

Later, I was sitting outside the venue for mingling because of autism ears and photosensitivity.

And he approached me and was like “hey, how are you doing? I just wanted to check in on you.”

Naturally, I aspirated my saliva and stammered something about avoiding the noise and migraines.

I didn’t think he remembered my name (one point I was attempting to steer around him and he was like “so sorry, sweet thing,”) but later when he was signing my autograph! He did! I did have to spell it, but I usually do anyways bc it’s spelled not the typical way.

At one point, I dropped a change of clothes I had packed and Bonnie Gordon came up to me “Darling, I thought your days as a stripper were over.”

Thank goodness I developed a tolerance for making a damn fool of myself.

There’s so much more. I met many cool people, including several folks I knew previously only on tumblr (hi, @xenobotanist @philosopherking1887 @cardassiangoodreads @ettaberrytea and multiple others I am forgetting just now) I got to hang out IRL with some people from the SidCity Social Club, which previously I only lurked at.

I’m still absolutely filled up with warmth. Like I can take anything

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babacontainsmultitudes · 5 months

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do you have any headcanons about what kinda piercings the kiddads have?? i have been thinking about it for a couple days now and im so........... :3

:D Oh hiiiii ALSO YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING I DO ACTUALLY well actually I'd have to think about this a bit more for a full answer but immediately:

Sparrow definitely has a belly button piercing and nothing in this world could convince me otherwise LOL he probably also has the basic piercings on the lobes of his ears too;

Ok ok Terry I don't think makes use of his piercings very often *anymore* but back in the day was probably rocking a shit ton- but I *think* just on his ears. Spiky goth-punk looking ones, as well as plugs. Oh maybe a nose ring as well;

Okay Grant! Aha. Grant has always *wanted* piercings and like I think he finds them very attractive but I don't think he ever actually bothered to get any? His friends have offered to do it for him but. How to put this. I think he likes the *idea* of getting a piercing, both for how it would look but also for how it would feel (y'know Grant and his issues lol), so much so that I think part of what stops him is the fear that it doesn't live up to his expectations? Does that make sense??? My brain is fried hopefully this makes a tiny bit of sense lol. He still thinks about getting some though haha. One day!

NICKY MY PIERCING MODEL ahem I am too shy and insecure of my own art to pull it up (especially since yours is so good shjsisksks) haha but at the most basic level definitely some double helix rings and basic lobes (<- I usually like to give him long, dangly earrings from the lobes), NIPPLE PIERCINGS 👏 (sorry I feel strongly about this lmao), and maybe a nose ring but I don't think he wears that one as often. Oh, and lip piercings! Ah. And maybe one in a place that would force me to up the age rating of this post 😌. Heh, Nicky <3

I'm ALWAYS torn on how I feel about Lark and piercings. Maybe the same as Sparrow's but somehow with a different vibe? Maybe just basic lobes? Maybe none at all? It's unclear. But I do know one thing, which is that he's definitely the best at actually performing a clean piercing on someone lol.

:] thanks for the ask! You're more than welcome to share your own piercing headcanons if you'd like!

#dndads #this one I will maintag so that the world knows lmao #Also good luck with your session later!#sparrow oak #lark oak #lark oak garcia #sparrow oak garcia #terry jr #grant wilson #nick foster #nicky freeman #dndads headcanon #asks

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comic-anguish · 1 year

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kiddad head canons because uh they live in my brain

Nick is lactose intolerant. He’s a “power through” lactose intolerant kinda guy so he would just eat ice cream anyway. He also only found this out in his 20s and now regrets everything because he would’ve tried to use it as an excuse to get out of school sick.

Grant has an insane streak on one of those mental health apps that make you drink water and stuff to take care of a virtual pet or a plant. He’s got like several years because he never stopped using it and his therapist recommended trying one a little while after the first events of season 1.

Lark has tattoos for people he cares about. I just like to think Lark has a load of tattoos, some are for himself just to look cool but others represent aspects of people. He got Sparrow’s redone and fixed up, along with one for each of the kiddads, his parents (even after everything with Henry) and some of his friends from the forgotten realms e.g. Paeden and Walter. Also he tried to get the Mercedes Benz logo for his mom but accidentally got a peace sign.

Sparrow doesn’t use magic often for practical things like helping around the house and the agency, and in fights because he has to use all his spell slots on keeping the plants alive. In the Oak-Garcia household all of the plants always day within a week of buying them and one year for her birthday he got Hero a pot plant for her room that she got super attached to and talked to and watered carefully and stuff and Sparrow got home one day and found it dead while cleaning Hero’s room and he’s been healing this plant ever since.

Terry has had every type of collection known to man and somehow manages to get a load of this thing within a week and then drops it to collect something else. I’m talking coins, lego, vinyls, rocks, shells, tea cups, figurines, literal weapons, you name it and this guy has had it. When he’s done collecting he’ll just give stuff to people. One of the few things that Scary liked about him at first was that he would just give her a bunch of vinyls and band t-shirts that he’d collected when he was younger.

#emotional devastation cured #dndads #dungeons and daddies #nick close #nicholas foster #nick foster #grant wilson #lark oak #lark oak garcia #sparrow oak #sparrow oak garcia #terry jr #terry stampler

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alright i finished aai1-4 (aka turnabout reminiscence... i think... all the turnabout ep titles blur into mush in my brain. case number supremacy). the existence of a case featuring baby franziska and bratworth was like a solid 60% of the reason i played this game to begin with, and it was indeed my fave case so far by a mile. the miles + franziska interactions and callisto yew were worth the price of admission.

i loved having franziska around as the weirdgirl and, like i said in a previous post, i thought being thirteen made her writing here a lot more believable and funny than in the earlier case where you're theoretically dealing with a post-trilogy adult. i thought the (relatively one-sided) hypercompetitive relationship between her and edgeworth was hilarious and this little kid running around being a total menace was like. yeah. that checks out. lmao.

yeah man why did you think she was here?

also, as a fic writer eternally fixated on what characters call each other, especially in a franchise where everyone has a custom nickname lol, i thought it was interesting that while both adult and baby franziska use 'miles' and 'miles edgeworth', baby franziska defaults to 'miles' most of the time while adult franziska uses his full name most of the time. i could get a whole fic out of that, your brain is fascinating franziska ilu

callisto rules. i knew from vague fandom context she would be the villain but I did not know she would extend beyond this one case, so i'm excited. aside from being funny as fuck i am genuinely interested in her motives as well, she is clearly aware of corruption on the prosecution side but it remains to be seen how much she actually ... cares about that... vs how much is personal vendetta (for her sister?) vs whatever agenda of her own. presumably she was lying about being the yatagarasu? anyway. interested to see that develop

queen shit, drag him

edgeworth's writing... i don't know. i can understand the rationale of not wanting to make the player sit through a case of him being a corrupt douchebag. but the result was that I found only nominal difference between how they wrote this 20 y/o jackass and how they write adult edgeworth in the other cases. which i think rather undermines his trilogy arc. I don't know that I really believe Bratworth turning things upside down to clear Gumshoe's name, instead of pushing for the easy conviction and moving on. am I supposed to believe that this happened and then he just... stopped doing that for the rest of his career up until aa1. like this is great and all but he's about to run a clusterfuck of a trial against terry fawles where he definitely did not Find The Truth lmao

cheer up man the next one is way worse

lastly on a more positive note i'm continually surprised and entertained how every case has different women of different demographics flirting with edgeworth and he is continually either baffled or horrified by it. i guess i figured without phoenix being around in these games they'd ease up on the gay subtext. they have not.

unfortunately this means it's time for the last case, and all i ever hear about it is that it's long and tedious. hooray! at the pace i'm going i'll be lucky to complete aai2 before the new trilogy in january, so i guess TGAA will be my palette cleanser after SOJ... which is maybe for the best anyway.

#ace attorney investigations #oodly plays AAI #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #callisto yew

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the dragon prince season 5 live thoughts:

the way Rayla constantly has the weight of the world and her parents and her personal relationship and then the world again on her shoulders is insane

Terry is bf goals, he really saw his girl having a meltdown and was like here are some nice textures. autism wins again

Callum really was like ‘my girl can commit any crime she wants :)’

that little bug elf person is so scary for no reason

loooove the dragon designs. like every time we see a dragon i’m fascinated

im so glad that in-universe people understand that Ezran is just a kid. like its heartbreaking but i’m glad it is discussed

side note but Corvus and Soren are def fucking and Corvus is not proud of it

i love how everyone is experiencing trauma and Rayla and Callum are in some second chance romance fluffy story

THEYRE SO CUTEEEE

VIREN mindscape

that scene between King Harrow and Viren genuinely has me hyperventilating

oh Harrow is that bird for sure for sure

oh to have a partner as dedicated to your success as Terry….

baby Soren is such a sweetie!!!!! im gonna cry

oh even more beautiful dragons

i totally forgot that Aarovos whispered something to the previous queen and now that intrigue is back

i feel like i gotta stop saying something every time Terry does/says something incredibly sweet because we’ll be here for so long

they keep reiterating how important family is to Viren and i mean it’s not a necessarily new characteristic but it’s more intense now. like the way morality doesn’t exist when it concerns them. before it was all for power and now its all for them and it doesn’t matter that Soren is on the ‘enemy’ side so it has me thinking that something is going to happen to one of his children that will. result in either Viren’s self sacrifice or his betrayal of Aarovos

Amaya and Janai are so so real

OMG baby Claudia!

Callum and Rayla’s frustration over being forbidden from going to Lux Area is hilarious, especially how Callum gave a freaking illustration shdjjdbdb

Aunt Amaya is a real one

oh i just knooow Karim’s storyline is going to be so so messy

also this made me think. like what the fuck do you even do after you get banished. like where do you go

Claudia and Viren sinking and saving each other is mirrored is just muah delicious

Soren running away terrified Viren but Claudia turning out just like him is scaring him even more

Claudia is my wet cat pathetic but also op character

some eye of sauron shit in Lux Aurea

the nerd elf is so cute and way too innocent for all this bullshit

Aunt Amaya is a real one pt. 2

omg. didn’t i say Karim’s story is going to be insane

i feel like Amaya’s monologue about love is going to be so heartbreaking in a few episodes

i’m usually a throwback montage hater but this one is so cute and sweet and it really highlights just how much they’ve grown and how far these two have come

Stella is a little kleptomaniac. sweetie.

Karim is constantly misunderstanding things because of his own biases. like how he thought the Janai wouldn’t fight because he came to the conclusion that the throne doesn’t matter to her because she didn’t lead like he wanted her to. and now he thinks that what Sol Regem needs is sight when what he actually needs is hope

the ‘i would do anything for you’ is sounding scary in the context of we just heard that that’s what started Viren’s descend into darkness

the library fight sequence is great, always fun to see their different fighting styles and how the cooperate

but it also gave me so much anxiety because Amaya is exactly the character that’s important and beloved enough that the writers might decide to make her infected so we all suffer

Dragon Queen to the rescue!!! oh how powerful dragons are…

why are u always leaving Bait behind :( he’s just a baby :(

NO I SPOKE TOO SOON!!! AMAYAAA

AND CORVUS TOO??????? agony and pain in Xadia

oh and i totally forgot about the Queen herself!!!!

oh Viren’s brain is doing a full reset

EZRAN YOU SWEETHEART <33333

i’m obsessed with Tina already. her design and her grumpy old woman attitude

oh Terry and Claudia you will always be famous to me

Akiyu and Lujanne would be besties

‘ when your mind is telling you to speak, instead you must listen’ LMAO

i know this Bloodhuntress is evil, they even say this out loud but… she’s kinda hot, yeah?

im really hoping that they find some way to cure the dragon queen. we don’t need to preteen kings

that boat set up is terrifying. and way too similar to Charon to be comfortable

bright hope cove…or scumport

this made me realise how much i just need at least a short story or something on Rayla years alone

this is such a fun setting. i have a soft spot for these types of towns in stories

i NEED the reaction pic someone already should have made of Ezran and Bait after Finnegran announced the ship’s price

omg pirate return!!

Claudia my girl who is worse <3

baby glow toads are 80% eye and 20% body lol

oh another return appearance!! i hope Nyx’ll bring some interpersonal drama

yeah, and she’s already pushing Callum’s buttons lol

damn, Soren is strong as hell, swimming in armour

oof i think she shouldn’t trust Miyana, wasn’t she Karim’s lover?

now that i see the Bloodhuntress in daylight, i have to say im not a fan of her colour scheme BUT powers are so cool visually, this whole fight sequence is amazing

Callum is just so powerful… i feel like we forget it sometimes but he is the first human mage to use any primal magic and the scale of the spells he’s using here is just insane

ITS A FUCKING HERMIT CRAB?????

oh god seeing Anaya in pain and despair is somehow worse than anyone else. and seeing her grief turn into anger muah chefs kiss

why is this y-7 show giving me anxiety. i literally started watching this to relax and think about interesting fantasy concepts what’s all this!!

oh shit this intro has Callum in it. shits about to hit the fan

i feel like that sea shanty has to have some deeper meaning. i hope it’s not that they’re going to drown our heroes

WHY IS THERE TORTURE IN HERE!!!!

don’t get me wrong i’m a tragedy enjoyer, i should know that by now but holy shit i just wasn’t emotionally prepared for all this

Soren, himbo of all time

Finnergrin is a great character to contrast our heroes actually and push them over

HES FREEZING HER BLOOD

oh Callum :( i love those moments where his anger boils over but i also love how they show how that scares him

Finnegrin is putting Rayla in mortal danger…i HOPE Callum goes feral

oh yeah this is some serious levelling up!!! Go Callum!!!

Soren, sweetheart :( he really saw this wood man get treated like trash, recognised it and at great personal cost helped him free himself :) using his daddy issues for the greater good

oh wow that greater good is apparently killing! slay

i feel like i gotta say something about Callum using dark magic to free himself but god that’s just plain heavy

oh Zubeia is still grieving and she’s just going on for her kid :(((

it’s day 30, damon what a way to up the already high stakes

Ezran was so sure that the prison being underwater would stump them but they figured it out so quick

my one thing is, this is open sea, if they’re even approximately at the same place, shouldn’t they have seen each other?

Aaravos really says every single sentence like it’s some dirty talk. like bro is saying something about borrowing consciousness or whatever with the same voice u usually hear say some shit like ‘oh you like that?’

finally Claudia and Callum and Ezran meeting! the way she truly believes that the ends justify the means and that all that dark magic hasn’t had its affect on her… wow

OUR CHILD? this whole monologue has me in hysterics

also because like…if he didn’t say anything, and was just like ‘kill this homunculus and your life will be restored’ Viren probably would have done it

i fear that ultimately, Viren will be too little too late for Claudia. because while he turned into who he is while an adult, Claudia was raised to be like this. so if he tries to change her, it’d be a betrayal to her

yeah, see Claudia is even more extreme than her father. because she has nothing else besides him, there is not status or prestige, or brother, or anyone else. it’s just her and him

fucking hell, i KNEW Miyana wasn’t to be trusted!

i think Karim will have a devastating win in s6, but it’ll be short lived, because like i said before he lacks critical thinking

what the hell is this mushroom mage and how soon can he help us retake Lux Aurea

what the fuck did he mean by ‘swallow’

Claudia is literally destroying herself in her quest. like we know that dark magic is detrimental to not only your physical but also your mental health, like we saw with Viren, and Claudia’s hair, but now literally her leg is gone. how far will she go?

side note: i think that because Viren reset, that’s why all his mentality and soul came back and that’s why his morals are so much stronger than we ever saw them?

OH THATS JUST A CRAZY INSANE CRUEL PLACE TO FINISH THE SEASON WOW

#the dragon prince #laila.txt

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 9 months

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i hate how shallow a lot of the fandom think’s debbie gallagher is. i hate it so much.

like, if there’s one thing that i always keep in mind while really consuming any media, it’s that you have to try to see character’s from different perspectives and understand their complexity. and debbie gallagher is so fucking complex, yet so simple.

every single problem she has in her teenage/adult life can be traced back to one thing: her parents.

this girl was written so beautifully and so tragically at the same time and some misogynistic assholes who don’t bother to read into anything decide to insult her writing, then other people who don’t give a shit agree, and suddenly she get’s a reputation for the stupidest shit.

it’s like- yeah, she did some dumb shit as a teenager. but y’know who else did? lip. and ian, and carl, and although we didn’t see it i can guarantee you fiona, too.

and i get it, kinda. i mean what she did with the whole atm cards thing in season 10 sucked. and i made a whole post about matty and julia, but out of EVERY SINGLE THING that EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER has done, you deem debbie’s actions the worst?? not frank’s, monica’s, terry’s, sammi’s, hell, even lip and fiona have done some fucked up shit that many people choose to ignore (i’ll get into that sometime).

and no, i can’t defend everything she’s done. but you know what else i can’t defend? LITERALLY ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS IN THE SHOW’S ACTIONS. she isn’t the only one who’s done fucked up shit, yet she’s one of the only one’s who’s actually criticized, and most of the people who criticize her are, dare i say, cisgender men.

also, she’s not a shitty mom. i mean, by shameless standards at least. i’m tired of those gallavich stans saying that debbie would run off with heidi and leave franny in ian and mickey’s care because anyone who say’s that clearly never watched 11x08. there’s an entire scene that proves that debbie would NEVER DO THAT but y’all choose to ignore that because yet again, people ignore her entire plot. they only focus on fanon.

newsflash! debbie took care of franny mostly by herself (every bit of help she got was offered), and she stuck by her even when times were tough. she considered leaving franny ONCE but immediately regretted it. y’know why? because she was fucking 15. her brain wasn’t fully developed and she wasn’t capable of making completely logical decisions. she didn’t leave fiona to raise franny so stop fucking acting like she did because fiona and franny barely have any scenes together. and debbie didn’t want fiona near franny/fiona to ride in the ambulance which is like totally reasonable??? i mean, yeah, fiona was right, having a baby at 15 isn’t a great decision, but it’s debbie’s decision. fiona said she wouldn’t help her at all then proceeds to try to help like no wonder debbie doesn’t want fiona’s help, she’s fucking scared! she’s still a kid herself. i have such mixed feelings about debbie and fiona in season 6 but i think they’re both pretty valid in that season.

also, debbie’s whole thing is that she sticks by people. and yeah, she says some weird twisted things on impulse at times but she loves her family. that’s like- the whole point of debbie in season 11.

anyway that was my weird rant about debbie

#shameless #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #franny gallagher #people need to get their heads out of their asses and accept debbie isn’t as bad as people make her out to be #she’s no better than the rest of her siblings #rant #shameless rant #istg nobody is gonna see this but whatever #shameless meta

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mrawkweird · 7 months

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In honor of Batman Day what are some of your favorite Batman moments🦇

Answering this belatedly but some of them for me are

World's Finest

Never did my little child brain ever stop to think "What if they crossed over?" because things like that just didn't seem like an option and now here we are in a world where people do nothing but crossover. One could argue perhaps a little too much in the genre these days but this moment is always going to be a special one.

The "Faith" scene from Zack Snyder's Justice League

I always loved how this moment was in a way the culmination of Batman's arc in regaining his hope for people and for the world after the events of Batman V Superman. Going from having no faith left of his own to believing Superman will show up for them in the world's time of need. A habitual cynic finally stopping to believe in something will always be beautiful to me. People were robbed of a true Batman/Bruce run with Affleck and there's a lot of them that will never know it. However, this also leads into a another favorite moment of mine.

Bruce realizing he could be more than just "Vengeance" in The Batman.

Part of me wants to refer to The Batman as a masterpiece in it's storytelling but I feel like in this day and age that word has been thrown around so much to the point where it undersells and simplifies what that movie did. I loved what this movie did with the character and as much as I wanted to forever stay mad that Affleck never got his fair shot Pattinson came in and played the hell out of the role. It was visceral and vulnerable which was exactly what this movie needed. You could feel and see this Batman growing before your very eyes and to see that growth leading all the way to this scene felt special.

Terry VS Joker

Batman Beyond: Return Of The Joker really was one of those movies that felt like all roads always led to it. With the series Terry proved night in and night out that he more than earned the mantle of Batman but this film felt like the final graduation test. To say he passed that test would be an understatement. Terry had this man out here about to start rage crying. He Joker'd Joker and fucked up his whole night. I'm never going to stop saying that the world needs more Batman Beyond.

The whole I Can't Stop Laughing musical number from Batman: Arkham Knight.

Honestly it was kind of hard to not just say the entire game. I really liked the "Joker in Batman's head" aspect of it that made everything feel like a fucked up buddy cop adventure. As someone who played Arkahm Asylum and Arkham City I think this was my favorite play experience of the 3 personally. I was immersed and legit did not stop playing it until I finished the story.

Also, this.

No need to really elaborate on it much as it speaks for itself. Really enjoyed this movie.

#Batman: The Animated Series #Batman Beyond #Zack Snyder's Justice League #The Batman #Batman: Arkham Knight #Batman VS Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

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erikiara80 · 1 year

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ST will end like The Return of the King

I was thinking about the things the Duffers have said about the ending so far...

S5 will be similar to S1 in terms of dynamics and setting (edit: AND to S2 in terms of some big ideas they couldn’t include at the time)

No open ending

The ending is like the epilogue of TROTK and they know what happens in the last 20-30 mins (TROTK epilogue is 20 min long)

Eight endings?

Then there’s David, the only member of the cast who knows the ending. He said that it’s quite beautiful. Also a bit bittersweet. And in this interview with Finn, Wynona and Caleb, when they were talking about Will, he said that Will is not interested in El (like some fans suggested -sigh) but in another member of the party, and that “he wants to play D&D in Mike’s basement for the rest of his life” He said that with this smirk. And Finn laughed and said: “Yeah, Will said that”. Yeah. I’d say Byler is safe, lol. A sad, tragic ending for Will and Mike? Not possible : )

Yes. They do, lol So. How will ST end?

1. S5 will more like S1 and S2, but bigger

This is just a theory, but I love good parallels and the Duffers have never disappointed me in that regard. So, in 1x08 both Will and El almost die, while the others try to help them. El kills the Demogorgon but disappears, and Will is physically connected to the UD and, well, he’s technically dead. He’s not breathing, and Joyce and Hopper have to revive him. I hope that in S5 Will and El will fight together to defeat Vecna and stop the spreading of the spores in our world. And I think they will both almost die, again. Will is a lot like Frodo, so I expect a lot of pain and torment for him in S5. But he’s also Radagast, the wizard who can communicate with the creatures of Mirkwood. So my theory is that in the last episode of S5 he’ll connect himself to the UD to destroy the spores, the vines, whatever. And since he’s always been associated with fire, in both the campaigns in 1x01 and 1x08 (not to mention the Will the Wise drawing in S2), maybe he will use fire to destroy the spores. Maybe he and El will connect their powers to do it together!

Oh, and if he almost dies again, this time I think it is possible it’ll be Mike who saves him. Plus, if they really include many ideas they wanted to use in S2, well, Will’s connection to the UD and Henry/Mind Flayer was the most important part of the story, so it totally makes sense that he’ll be central in S5.

As for El, she needs to end her journey feeling that she finally belongs. That she’s found her place in the world, her home. She’s happy with Hopper and with the Byers, but I think that finding out that Will, her brother, someone so good and who loves her, is like her, would be the most important thing for El. It just feels so right. But yeah, in S1 she disappears. And she’s been compared to E.T. a lot throughout the show (mostly visually and by the Duffers). So maybe in S5 she will leave again. But she won’t be trapped in the UD. I have a theory about her mom. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Watching El reliving all her memories, finding herself stuck in a loop and having to find the answers she needed to regain her powers, make me hope that maybe she can do the same for Terry, whose mind is also trapped in a loop. She could still feel her daughter and communicate with her. That means that her brain still works, maybe because she has powers too. Who knows? El saw her mom in her memory in S4, and was also able to revive Max. She’s much more powerful now than in S2. So yeah, I kinda hope she can heal her mother and go home. Like E.T. But it would be a happy ending. We’ll see.

2. No open ending

Yep. They will kill Vecna and close the gates once and for all. No more threats from the UD.

3-4. The last 20-30 minutes will probably be an epilogue, a bit like the ending of TROTK (the Duffers joked about this in a podcast)

I think Will (or maybe him and Mike) is the one who will tell what happens to all the characters. Like Frodo. There’s going to be another time skip, but I hope it’s just a few years, like them in college, starting a new life and not 52 year old Will telling us what happened in these 30 years. But it is very possible. And if they do that, we could see some of the main characters die. Like Hopper and Joyce, who would be in their 80s now. The bittersweet part. Life goes on and at some point you’re going to lose your loved ones. But they’ll never really leave you. The love and the friendships that made you who you are, are real, are part of you, and sometimes they can literally save the world. (Sorry, I’m already crying)

The possible 8 endings

Joyce and Hopper

Jonathan and Nancy

Steve and Dustin (yes, I think they’ll leave Hawkins together)

The Sinclairs + Max (so, Lumax and Erica)

Robin and Vickie

Argyle

and of course, Will and Mike

This is what I hope to see. If I’m wrong, maybe we won’t see Jancy but two separate endings for Jonathan and Nancy, or for Steve and Dustin (maybe we’ll see Dustin and Suzie?)

Anyways, I’m sure season 5 will be both epic and very emotional. I will definitely cry. But whatever happens, I will always love this beautiful story about family and love, and all its wonderful characters.

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