#this show deserved so much better. it's criminal how short it was

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil.

I know you are flooded with asks and this somehow became extremely long. Too long. “Why am I suddenly telling this poor man my life story?” too long. “I think I’d rather he work on the GO3 script than read this wild beast” too long. “He’s going to think you’re criminally dangerously insane” too long. If you never get to it, I’m good with never seeing a response from you. Maybe it’s better that way? Maybe an anon would have been nice here. But, it’s 2024, so I say “we ball.” It’s a privilege to be able to send this to you at all. You get a lot to this effect and I hope they give you good feels, so maybe what’s the harm, yeah? Because this is not an ask. This is a thank you letter.

First, thanks for reblogging my therapist post, I hope it amused you. I nearly sent you “How am i supposed to explain this to my therapist?!” But refrained. At that time.

So, therapy. What is therapy really? Well…

Things have been really rotten for as long as I can remember. Bad health, bad doctors, bad relationships, bad coping mechanisms, bad all kinds of things. (Yeah, bad is a weak and unhelpful word, my therapist reminds me, but we’re doing this.)

Well, things got even more really really rotten and BAD these last few years. Health declined further, coping mechanisms declined further and more intensely, packed up my life, applied for disability, moved back in with my parents across the country.

Then 4 years ago last week I watched my fiance die of a sudden heart attack. I was 29. Two years later my best friend died. Then last summer I sauntered vaguely into a cancer scare. Not long before an operation my cat who has been my companion through so much garbage died as well. I’m not entirely in the clear on the cancer scare front. All my attempts at going back to work, volunteering, going to grad school - they collapsed on me because I couldn’t get through this STUFF.

(Sometimes when I talk about this, when I tell people, I think “they are going to think you are a raging pathological liar.” Because I’m not sure I would believe someone if they told me all of this happened to them. In such a short time period. All before they were 35. And hell if that hasn’t been isolating. You know how it sounds? Lonely. And it is.)

I did the hypervigilant and sensation/experience chasing stage of PTSD. It got me in a lot of trouble in all kinds of ways. I had to do a lot of medical and psych advocating because things kept getting worse. That was exhausting. Then that peaked. I went into the thick of the “I feel absolutely nothing” stage for a long time. I didn’t feel fatigue or hunger or thirst. Not people, feelings, a reason. Not hope.

But of course, like seems be for a lot of us, I somehow found Good Omens at just the right time. I was a very “I’m so cool and intellectual I mostly consume non-fiction media” person for too long. Like, what? How is that even a real thing? And it wasn’t real. It was just part of this curated autism mask that I don’t think anyone really bought anyway.

I think I got to a point where I’d just had too much reality. I needed fantasy. I didn’t realize I always needed it. But I denied myself for too many odd and painful reasons. Maybe I thought it was an escape I didn’t deserve.

But as it turns out, it wasn’t an escape. I watched both seasons last fall, and then this light came on. I watched it again and again.

I came to tumblr because I needed more. I found this fandom. I stepped into this beautiful world of fanart and fanfiction and brain flexing meta writing and a sense of community and wonder that you and Terry created - that everyone involved in the show inflated - exploded in the right way - like fireworks if fireworks were some kind of autocatalytic reaction - a self perpetuating force.

It’s not a “saved my life” feeling. Not a “getting my life back” feeling. It’s been a “maybe it’s time for you to have the life you’ve always been denied - that you’ve denied yourself” feeling.

I’m creating. I’m not “great” yet. Not terribly “good” at all. Maybe “behind” as far as the “proper” timeline for starting. I know there isn’t one, not really, but boy does that society machine make ya feel like there is. And sure, I started and stopped a lot in the past. But the second it got hard I always gave up. I felt like if I didn’t get it “right” to begin with, then I just didn’t have it in me at all. But for once I’m really in it. I’m writing and trying to draw things that look less like fever dream five year old drawings. (Not that there’s anything wrong with those, is there? 🙃) I’m eating better. I’m sleeping better. I reach out to old friends more. I’ve made new friends who share this love of Good Omens.

My therapist has been floored by the change in me. After that first funny mini flop, he has been so encouraging about it. I saw him this week and I said “Maybe this is helping me get prepared to start living again. Maybe it’s a springboard.” And he honest to god said “But You ARE living. This is YOU LIVING. Why does it have to be a springboard? Why do you have to turn this into ‘work?’ Just let yourself have this for once in your life.”

But there were two more added elements that made it all work. And I can’t help but think this whole brainrot thing wouldn’t have happened without them. So many things just happened all at just the right time - a proper coincidence.

In all of the madness of the last few years I finally got the memo that I'm autistic. i figured I was for a while. But it finally sunk in for me and my docs and my people. So I’d been working on unpacking that. Grieving the life that could have been entirely different, shedding the mask. I let myself hyperfixate openly instead of hiding it and hating myself for “spiralling” or “obsessing” like others -!like ‘I’ always punished myself for before we knew that it was a trait and not a personality flaw.

Then over the last few months my therapist and I started trying this new exercise. One session he stopped me and said “in the last 20 minutes you have responded to what I’ve said with 9 ‘I knows.’” My response to that? “Ugh, I know.” So we started this “I know” swear jar type situation. Really, I’ve been afraid of not knowing. I couldn’t let myself “not know.” Because it meant I was “dumb.” I was just drowning for so long in guilt and self loathing for the “I knew better and screwed up anyway.” Or “I should’ve known better - I should know that by now.”

As it turns out, there’s a lot of things I don’t know. That I didn’t know. Things I will never know. And refusing to admit all of that kept me from learning a damn thing. Kept me from asking questions. Kept me from trying new things because it was scary to do something new - something unknown - and I "knew" how it would all turn out anyway. Kept me from connecting with people because it was painful or embarrassing when they knew things I didn’t and it seemed like I already should have. Kept me from getting better at making art, music, writing. Kept me from forgiving myself. Kept me from growing. And kept me from moving forward. Maybe not on. I don’t know if we ever “move on” from things. But we can move forward as we carry them. And as we do, the weight gets less. We’re able to carry it better. But only if we can admit that we don’t know how. Only if we don’t treat ourselves like this is something we do know or should know and we’re just failing because we’re less than. Not good enough. Not strong enough. Not deserving. We have to be able to say “I don’t know how to do this.” And then we can start looking for the answers. We can ask. We can learn.

I thought about the apple. Being able to tell the difference between good and evil. Aziraphale’s years and years of watching what he “knows” to be true be proven wrong. Crowley’s need to ask questions…

The simple and enormous gift of “Knowledge.” The “Knowledge” of the difference between Good and Evil. The “Knowledge” that can only be gained by realizing, accepting, admitting that there are things we don’t know. Asking the questions. Sometimes we get answers we don’t like. Sometimes the consequences of asking hurt us. And unless you want to stay in that painful place that painful knowledge got you, well, you’ve got to let yourself learn how to get out.

So all of this good? I never expected this. I never thought I deserved it. Joy and belonging and this sense that “Yeah, maybe things can get better. Maybe things can be good.” Because I said those things, not truly believing them, to the people I thought needed to hear it. But it couldn’t save them. It was hollow. The proof for us wasn’t really in our orbit or on our radar at the time. And now they’re gone.

People always say “it’s never too late.”

One of the people I lost said “it’s later than you think.”

I jokingly would respond “it’s already too late.”

It was for him in the end. For them. For some people I guess it really is. But maybe a lot of the “too late” people are there because they think “they know” that things will never be good for them. So they stop looking, they stop asking, stop finding. And eventually they just stop.

Then there came Crowley’s “It’s always too late.” The first time I heard it I thought “For sure, Crowley-cakes, I KNOW.”

But then…I just needed to rewatch the whole thing. And lines like that…familiar things…familiar themes…I was suddenly identifying with these characters. I suddenly saw myself. And the realization hit - I connected with something! Something new. And I FELT THAT. And that tiny little crack that made in the wall was just enough to start breaking it down. Yeah, when you start letting yourself feel after not feeling for so long, opening up to the good feelings means opening up to feelings and then the bad ones come out too. But when there IS good … it helps you balance. You can deal with the bad a little better because you’ve got the good thing to lean against when it gets too much. And now you’ve got feelings. You’ve got good and bad. You’ve got sticky foggy grey. You’ve got life.

Whew.

So, TLDR, thank you. From the bottom of my slowly healing heart, thank you.

And to sign off with some shits and giggles… I couldn’t find this in existence as a sticker so I had to custom order. Perhaps this will spread misery and panic among the humans of my city - or at least a malignant and creepy sense of unease.

Or maybe they’ll say “wtf” and go home and google it and they’ll fall into the Good Omens hole they never knew they needed too.

Thank you for this. I never quite know what to say to messages like this apart from I am really glad that it helps. (It becomes the weird extra piece that I worry about when writing season 3 -- hoping that it will be that thing again. Not just a story, but something that helps people feel and helps with healing and helps with love.)

[euphoricfilter]

“you cant chew on that, baby” Yoongi. Hybrid, daechwita (wth does tyrant Yoongi call his lover hm. +somehow fit in yandere? It’s ok if you choose not to lol) -🖤

the life of a tyrant:

pairing: yandere tyrant! yoongi x dog hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || daechwita au || yandere au || non-idol au || hybrid au

summary: it’s hard to hide you from the world when you’re on the run.

word count: 1k

tags/ warnings: yandere yoongi who's actually a huge softie, cutie puppy! reader, murder and blood, intentional lowercase

notes: prompt from this drabble game <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

you hadn't been into the heart of the town since Yoongi had picked you up off the streets years ago; the prettiest little diamond in the dirt. his only treasure, his one true love. 

your freedom was that of a wild bird, wings clipped and confined to a cage of precious gold the moment you had taken Yoongi's hand, solidifying your soul with his, your very being belonging to him. 

where he promised the world, in his little run down cabin, tattered clothing and the few gold coins in his pocket. holding all the answers to your problems in his rough hands that touched you like you were worth more than any jewel worthy of the king. and eyes that held an oath of the love you so craved, every fibre of his being simply existing for you. 

in his eyes, the less the world saw of you, the better; his precious secret.

in all honesty, Yoongi didn't really have a choice when his face was plastered all throughout the country as one of the most sought after criminals.

though that felt like a little lie, an excuse even, when truly he knew the real reason for keeping you locked away in the cabin. you were ever so pretty, hybrid ears soft like the finest silk and face ever so kissable he really couldn't help himself, because as much as he knew it would become a burden lugging around another person, you'd had him wrapped around your precious little finger since the first time meeting. 

it hadn't been hard to break you down, rough exterior merely for show, natural selection could really roughen up soft things like you. nothing a little bit of his love couldn't fix. it was cute how you'd tried to act like a big dog when truly he knew how much a puppy you were; who loves to get her ears scratched and laid over his lap of an evening until his fingers would brush through your hair and you'd shiver as he skims over the base of your tail. 

Yoongi always been a little greedy, love always a little selfish, always wanting more than he deserved in this life, and maybe that's how he found himself in this position; his head worth more than any flashy piece of gold trickets the king could dream of buying for his may concubine that lay abandoned in his bedroom, a mere show to placate them of his absence. 

you'd never been fussy when it came to Yoongi's plethora of rules. 

when he isn't home, you never open the door if anyone were to knock, hide in the bedroom if anyone lurks around the forest, and when he takes you out to let off some steam- you never leave his sight, ever. 

you never minded, because he made sure to let you run around the cabin three times a day, never once complaining about the sticky loneliness that clung onto your heart when he'd venture into town for food or new clothes. because Yoongi had already done enough for you, and you refused to become any more of a burden. 

the life of a tyrant wasn't always quiet mornings with his pup, not always fishing in the river where really you had no qualms about chasing after any fish that caught your attention, nor the wet hugs that would follow as you smiled up at him, always brighter then the morning sun. your kisses warm as a spring breeze would caress both your skin until you were shivering and he'd wrap you in his arms without a care in the world. 

the life of a tyrant isn't one that yoongi really wanted you to experience, your body too precious to be travelling so far in such a short amount of time, skin too fragile that the air of any foul man shouldn't ever think to even breath in your direction. 

"you can't chew on that, baby" Yoongi pulls the string of the leather pouch from between your teeth, gold coins jingling from the force, "it's yucky"

his nose turns up at the man on the ground, pudgy hand still wrapped around his thick neck in an attempt to stop himself from bleeding out on the floor of his pathetic little fruit shop.

said man's eyes were still wide open in shock, mouth fallen open in what Yoongi can only assume to be excruciating pain, little glint of hope fizzling out, flame reaching the end of the wick as he'd begun to realise that this was the end for him. 

it had been pitiful how the sick son a bitch had turned to you for help when him gazing at you had been the sole reason for his untimely death, but Yoongi supposes it had been fun to shove a blade in the back of his neck a second time just for the fun of it. niggling rage of the king's men galloping their way to his little cabin finally escalating; a shame that the poor shop owner had been at the burning end of his anger. 

truthfully, Yoongi had been a little surprised you hadn't said anything. wondering if maybe this was the part of your story when you turn on him like the rest of the world, something a little humorous in the way you'd been more worried about his scent now that of the bastard that painted the floor red rather than the fact your Yoongi had killed a man before your very eyes without even a lick of shame.   

"you asked me to hold onto it though" you frown, lips tugging down into the most kissable pout. 

now, Yoongi was a weak man. 

he bends down, pressing a sweet kiss to your pouty lips, "off the floor, pup, you'll get blood on your clothes and i don't have for you to change into right now" 

sluggishly you push yourself to stand, "how much longer until we go home?" you whine, arms wrapping around his neck when he bends down, patting his back, ready for you to climb on, "my legs ache" 

"just a little longer, puppy. how about you choose a snack for the way? i'll do all the hard bits, all you have to do is be pretty for me, yeah?

🌱 thank you for reading!!

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[despairots]

#A NIGHT TO REMEMBER, o. dazai!

a special oneshot!

description, it’s special to know how the other feels. to communicate is the best, though, dazai isn’t one for words but it’s fine, you’re the same. neither of you can put the feelings you have into words.

— story contains, angst, established relationship, swearing, suicide mentions, depressing talks, “no longer human” connections i think?, r! psychoanalysis’s i guess?, mental health, trauma talking, character deaths, if i missed anything let me know! gender neutral! reader.

“why are you writing this?” bc dazai is one of the characters i heavily relate to on another level. hes so much different from mizuki akiyama and satoru gojo. and this is just me talking a lot about dazai’s character and analyzing him… btw, r! wears a black blazer (or leather jacket) white button up with a black waist coat, either brown shorts or pants (maybe black of u want), underneath the shorts or pants are like black tights and slip on penny loafers.

long before you started dating dazai, there was an obvious connection that you only saw and felt. obviously, you were friends during those time periods because you worked in the same place, everyone there were friends.

though, the friendship you two had were entirely different from the rest, had the same humour but showing it differently. you wouldn’t lie and say that dazai flirting with you just to ask for a double suicide didn’t concern you, because it did. there’s no doubt that he’ll try and eventually succeed (although, death doesn’t accept him).

there’s nothing that can kill this man, no matter how hard he tries. you picked that up during one of his failed attempts, it almost succeeded if kunikida wasn’t there, you thanked him a ton. all he said in response is that; “i have to look over that idiot one way or another.” no matter how much dazai annoys his coworkers, they still care.

when dazai tries to commit and somewhat fails, it’s almost like he’s punishing himself for still being alive. you know his past, after all, you were in port mafia with him, even though you two didn’t work together or how he didn’t know you during that time, you sure knew him.

he was surrounded by death, in the port mafia and the ada, it follows him yet never accepts it’s his time to come to the afterlife. he makes these plans that somewhat end up succeeding though he hurts himself in the process, always worrying you. what if eventually death actually accepts him at some point?

dazai has been extraordinarily smart every since he was a kid to the point where he’s been dehumanized by dubbing him; “the demon prodigy”. you didn’t know anything about his parents, you did know what drove him to be tired of living. he’s tired living, bored by life and the people around him, to him, they are easily predictable and manipulated that nothing can surprise him.

he can’t find sense to the world but most importantly, he doesn’t find sense in life, he ends up reverting to extensional depression, continuing the cycle he lives in.

dazai has been exploited ever since he was 14 and taken into the port mafia by mori. he was kept alive by mori, by chuuya, by everyone. he was used until there was nothing left. he never had any love nor hope (that he’d ever have someone to understand him) until a friend he later brought up to you, oda.

he truly believed he deserved everything that happened to him in the port mafia.

you believe that younger dazai never believed that he could be better, but if he’s changing now than he always had the ability to change, just never tried. he was sure the mafia was the only fate he had and the only place to escape of living.

then oda died. dazai was free, with ango’s help of wiping his criminal records. without ango’s help, he would’ve never been free from mafia, though he knows his past will always haunt him, he’s accepted that. he also knows that his indebted to ango, he knows he owes him.

since oda’s death, dazai’s trust had ran thin and he’s always on guard, his ability to open up to anyone had been cut off because he can not lose anyone again. the things he cares about and didn’t wanna lose, is lost the moment he gains it.

his plans always evolve other people, rather to manipulate or exploit. you don’t blame him, if it meant surviving, you would do it too.

he is someone who jokes but never opens up nor can be his true self. he’s a wreck who will drag anyone else down with him, that was a price you had to pay for dating him. he repulsed the idea of love and being in a relationship with you because of how he’ll be afraid of losing you.

dazai dated you as a joke, to see how thing will end, until he realized that you were somewhat different. you were always one step of ahead, had almost the same ability that involved contact, and you had this missing glint in your eyes. that’s just the surface though.

dazai knows there’s more to you— he doesn’t know about your connections to the port mafia though— but he doesn’t bother bringing the topic up to you though nor does he like talking about it.

at nights like this, where he’s staring aimlessly somewhere and devoid of emotion, he’s completely vulnerable in your shared dorm. sitting on the couch, cheek on the palm of his hand as the other searches the cold touch of your hand, seeking for some company.

—and you’re there. sitting on the couch with him and a book discarded in your lap, only staring at dazai with a look of curiosity and content, he looks peaceful despite the war going on in his head.

(you were memorized by the destruction he creates and has, it was peaceful to know what beautiful destruction that dazai carries with him).

when dazai feels the cold skin of your hand, he could feel his ability cancelling yours out as your hand covers his, holding it tightly yet so soft that he wonders if you’re even there. dazai finally looks at you, face still devoid of emotion, watching you reopen your book.

“morning, sleeping beauty.” you hummed softly, an amused tone with your words. dazai groaned and knocked your book off your lap, kicking his legs up into your lap and laying down, now staring up at the ceiling.

hearing dazai go silent wasn’t rare, it was rather common when you two are in your shared dorm, but not hearing him say something stupid back confused you.

you turned your head to dazai, taking notice of his eyes that threatened to pour tears in front of you, “you okay, ‘samu?” knowing him for a while now, he wouldn’t open up and talk about his feelings. it’s fine though, you’re like that too, and you wouldn’t mind waiting forever even if it didn’t come.

dazai didn’t respond.

he never did.

he closed his eyes and if you listened closer, you could hear the shaky breath that he exhaled. taking his hand in yours, you placed a chaste kiss to his palm, the contact making dazai open his eyes slowly and sit up on his elbows.

“when are you gonna leave?” he’s says stupid shit all the time, it doesn’t effect you, none of his words effect you. it should’ve effected you but it didn’t, and dazai could tell by the unamused look on your face, “when are you gonna take your life seriously?” you lightly jabbed at him, hearing him scoff and mutter ‘hypocrite’ underneath his breath.

dazai sat up properly, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hand, setting his head on your shoulder. dazai’s touch starved but refuses any contact that doesn’t involve him initiating it, you’re an expectation, you’ve always been every since the relationship started.

silence took over you, the fan in the background aswell as dazai’s calming breath stirring you into a tired state, laying your head on dazai’s head (knowing the neck pain wouldn’t be worth it tomorrow).

“y’know i’d wait, right?” dazai hums underneath his breath as a response, “how do i know you’re not lying?” and you scoff. rolling your tired eyes, for a guy like him to ask you that question is amusing. “we’ve been lying to eachother for a while but i’m not lying about this, ‘samu.”

the former executive makes himself more comfortable in the crook of your neck, forcing you to lay down and keep him close, “i know.” the words came out muffled, and alas, his eyes are shut again and his sleeping in your arms that are now warm.

with him being asleep, you could pick out the smallest details about the boy in your arms. in your arms, he isn’t the former demon prodigy, in your arms, he isn’t a former port mafia member, in your arms, he isn’t a dehumanized person.

he’s just a boy.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, but it’s okay, because you’re not one for words either. it’s gonna be like that for awhile, or forever, only time could tell. dazai knows this; you know this. and since dazai’s betrayal to the port mafia, he’s changing, but if he’s changing now, he was always capable of changing, he just never cared enough to try.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, neither are you.

tick.

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[aita-blorbos]

Am I the "asshole" for wanting to have a body again?

Context: I was once a powerful demon, but an attempt was made to seal that demon's soul inside a cursed object. The sealing didn't completely succeed, and the demon's soul was torn to pieces, with only the part currently known as "me" ending up inside. I don't remember much about this part of my life, but as far as I can recall, I almost certainly didn't do anything to deserve it.

I (immortal, pick one) have been trapped in this object as an incorporeal spirit for so long I've lost track of time. My prison has changed hands many times, but was most recently acquired by an extremely ambitious student at a nearby magic school (13M, we'll refer to him as "K"). K all but demanded I lend my power to him and teach him some of what I knew. As I quite literally have nothing better to do, I agreed, and the arrangement has been mostly tolerable.

Except a short time after we began working together, a new student "S" (also 13M) showed up at K's school. And what did he have with him but the other part of my soul?! I don't know how he came to have it, if he's some sort of reincarnation of my original self or a distant descendant, but all that mattered was that if I could get to him, I could have a body again. It was the best opportunity I'd ever had to get my life back. So I got K to perform a ritual that switched our places and put me in his body (and before I'm called the "asshole" for that, it was supposed to be a TEMPORARY arrangement, and besides, he's the one who wants to mess with dark magic. I taught him a very valuable lesson about dealing with demons! Not that he actually learned anything from it…)

S came straight to me, but someone must've realized what was going on and put a protection charm on him. Then he beat me in a duel, and after that he just…walked away. Like he didn't have a care in the world! He hadn't come to deal with me, or even to save his classmate, no, he just wanted to steal one of my ritual components because some stranger had asked him to, otherwise I don't know if he'd have bothered showing up. I don't think he even listened to a word I said.

Needless to say, that plan didn't work out. I'm still working with K, but now both his teacher and the most powerful warlock on this side of the planet are watching me like I'm some sort of criminal. And what's worse, no one involved took me seriously, and aren't willing to so much as mention the incident. It's like it didn't even matter! I'm pretty sure even S has forgotten the whole thing, he's got a memory like a sieve for anything that isn't the scientific name for a stag beetle.

It hasn't been all that long, but it feels as if it's been decades since I've gotten to do anything. Is it so wrong for me to try and escape this pitiful existence I've been unjustly forced into? Am I going to spend the rest of eternity in here being the butt of some kind of massive cosmic joke? I really don't think I deserve to be either treated like a reprobate or outright ignored.

EDIT: THIS IS FAKE NONE OF THIS HAPPENED my device must have been stolen moderators please delete!!

EDIT 2: To everyone saying K should get rid of the demon, if any of these events had hypothetically actually happened (WHICH THEY DIDN'T), I would definitely have the situation COMPLETELY under control by now!!

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[rae-raewrites]

Hi! I goshed over how cute the dog ask was!.and it gave me an idea for a part 2 how would the riddlers react if they or another member of the rouges gallery lost their little buddy's only to see A Dog found poster with there dog on it and has been found by Bruce Wayne!?

The sequel I didn’t realize we needed but now I know we do lol

The riddlers with dogs part 2: lost and found

Or it’s secondary title,dog dad’s panicking

Arkham

Immediately knows somethings up when there’s no sign of Einstein for hours.

He knows the pooch doesn’t exactly have a schedule but this certainly wasn’t normal.

Panic finally sets in when he doesn’t show up the next morning

He’s checking everything from security cameras to every traffic light around the block.

It’s one of his informants that makes him aware of the lost dog poster out of wayne manor.

He is one pissed super criminal

That rich boy is going to suck the intelligence out of the poor pooch!

5 people get kidnapped and a ransom letter is sent to GCPD

Batman and Gordon are trying to figure if the dog is apart of some elaborate scheme

Upon time for the trade off Einstein is wagging his tail,while well pampered at Wayne manor he missed his genius dad.

“Animals aren’t normally something you’re interested in,I hope you’re not intending to hurt him.” “Oh please dark knight this sweet simpleton is apart of a much larger scheme! With lasers! Something even you won’t see coming!” (Eddie literally has a line of dialogue about it in Arkham city)

He’s almost about to sob when they get home. Almost.

Of course he’s not happy Einstein escaped.

They have a long talk about responsibility in his office

BTAS

Jervis calls him practically sobbing. Mumbles something about the door being open when he went to go check on Francine

Quite literally leaves a meeting with Harvey point blank

He’s a whole mess when he finds an empty apartment

She’s a smart girl! Surly she remembers how to-

Oh god somebody took her didn’t they!?

He is stressed out,like he’s barely able to solve a puzzle right now

It’s jervis who finds the poster.

The two of them immediately decide holding up Wayne enterprises is a great idea

I mean they’ve done worse for less.

Bruce is a little taken aback at first but the green detailing in the poodles hair immediately clicks with both him and alfred

“I must admit you certainly take good care of her.” “Royalty deserves the best Mr Wayne and Francine is royalty.”

Francine is just unbothered by this entire thing,girl gets taken care of wherever she is

They spend a long time cuddling afterwards.

BTAA

When lupa is nowhere to be found in the riddle lair she’s had BOTH Eddie and Tuesday panicked

“What do you mean she’s gone!?!” “I mean she’s gone Eddie! As in i can’t find her!”

Tuesday sends out what is essentially a dog amber alert via social media

They have a good half of Gotham not doing well

Edward nigma has having a short out,no riddles are being carefully handcrafted by this time

Tim is the one who finds out where the pooch currently sleeping on the couch came from.

“Aahh so that explains the purple tie…”

While both the caped crusaders heads go immediately to trap they both realize it’s probably not best to do this while Eddie is most likely not doing well

They’re not wrong of course

It becomes a whole affair with GCPD especially considering Tuesday didn’t expect to get a DM from the GCPD account.

The dog goes home but if they try arresting the two the riddler is about to make the park a wasteland

You better believe he is creating the most ambitious gps collar ever made

This isn’t happening. EVER AGAIN

Zero year

He went to bed……and now his dog roommate is gone and the door is open

Just great.

He’s more pissed off than anything let’s be honest here.

I mean they get into disagreements all the time the Shiba Inu just decided to be even more petty

So you can only imagine the shock on his face when he sees Helios on the news with Bruce Wayne by his side.

Oh dear he’s gonna have to go see Bruce isn’t he?

He straight up drives to Wayne manor with every intention of dragging Helios home

“Edward…..how pleasant it is to see you again..” “ya ya great to see you too brucie,Helios get your ass over here!”

Helios is smiling like he hasn’t just made him panic

Doesn’t even wait to get home and starts reprimanding him in the car.

“Really? And you ended up with him?!”

#batman #batman rouges #asks #headcanon #arkhamverse #the riddler #arkham riddler #batman arkham series #batman the animated series #BTAS #btas riddler #zero year riddler #batman the audio adventures

[greensagephase]

@zoopzaper I wanted to let you know that I received your ask but it somehow got deleted 😭😭 I've reached out to tumblr's support team to see if I can get it back and I'm still waiting on a response. If I can get it back I promise I'll answer it!! I got to read it at least and I'll try my best to remember as much as possible. I'm really sorry and please know I feel so bad 😭😭 if I miss something and you don't mind, let me know or send me another ask.

I saw that you had the opportunity to read part 11 at last!! I'm sorry that you got sick and I hope you're feeling so much better now!! ❤️ also, I hope your finals went well!!

I can't believe that you were thinking about a babysitting part and then part 11 was about that haha, perfect timing! I'm so happy you found it cute despite the sad bit about Miguel's backstory. I had a lot of fun including the babysitting element, though, as I really love Mayday! Also, I'm glad you were able to relate to reader being good with kids because of your cousins! I relate but with my aunts' kids as my siblings are younger than me and don't have children lol but haha, I bet you being their favorite comes in handy!! 😂

Omg, I love that you noticed how Miguel was instantly worried about reader's sudden change of plans! He was so quick to request a live hologram 🥺 he really does care for reader!! And when he offered to take dinner to her universe, and he had everything ready?! And then also offered to help with breakfast??! I want his hand in marriage!! 🫴🏼

Also, haha, I'm glad you weren't expecting Miguel to be so close/engaging with Mayday this much! This was interesting to think about because I was trying to see what were some things that he'd be okay with and then the parts that are still too much for him but despite his heartache because of Gabriella, we saw that Miguel is naturally good with kids and just thinking about his fatherly side gets me! But omg yes, guys that are good with kids?! Why is that so attractive??! 🤭 he's definitely a green flag!! Also, yes I agree that Miguel from part wouldn't have been able to do this. It would've been too much for him so it's truly so beautiful to see how far he has progressed 🥹

Regarding reader and the years she spent alone and how you said you could imagine her apartment suddenly being so silent 😭 In my head, she spent a lot of time in silence at her apartment. She couldn't even listen to music or watch TV to fill the growing and painful silence. Sometimes, the only people she talked to on some days were people she saved/helped, villains/criminals, officers, or maybe fans, but those interactions were always short. It makes me so sad to think of this!

I believe you mentioned finding it cute that Miguel didn't want to leave reader's apartment because of how much comfort he finds in her space and her presence, and yes, omg! His penthouse is still a working progress to make it homier (I'm thinking future chapter maybe? 🙂) for himself but there's no denying he finds so much comfort from reader and her home! Also, the sleeping arrangements 🤭 the sweatshirt and reader's breathing are still working perfectly! Will it stop working at some point? Maybe? Will other methods be incorporated? 😌

Omg, Mayday making the action figures kiss and both reader and Miguel becoming embarrassed - Miguel blushing and covering his face to hide it!! 🤭 this part had me GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET when I was writing it. Mayday and Lyla are on this now!! Also, Peter B. and Mary Jane giving each other a look when reader and Miguel leave 👀👀 they definitely talked about Miguel and reader afterward!!

On Miguel's backstory and his family, it's so sweet that Miguel finally talked about it because he trusts reader!! I found it kind of sad to write about but also it just shows Miguel's progress!! Gabriel and Miguel definitely deserved better and it makes me so sad that they were in that environment for so long. It's really on sight for George, Tyler, and Conchata!!

Okay and the big moment when Miguel wrapped his pinky around reader's and gently squeezed!!! I was screaming at this but then also the size difference!! I was giggling at the thought of how much larger and longer his fingers are for real!! And omg @zoopzaper not you thinking about something else of Miguel's being on the larger side 🤣 same

I'm so ready for more fan art for part 11 🥺 there were so many cute scenes and I'm m gonna be screaming at every single drawing that is posted!! It's gonna be like Christmas gifts for me ❤️❤️

Also, I was gonna send you an ask and tell you that I watched Ponyo two nights ago!!!!! I LOVED IT 🥺😭 I think I'm gonna rewatch it again but I also want to watch Howls Moving Castle!! Thank you for recommending both films!! I think Miguel would absolutely enjoy Ponyo!!!

Thank you for sending your ask and I'M SO SORRY that it got deleted. I just now got an email response from tumblr and for some reason they said my issue was a follower count?? I'm gonna reply and see whats happening. I promise I'll answer it if I can get it back! If I missed something, please let me know 🥺❤️

#I'm really sorry 😭 #nonviolent communication #asked and answered

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 01.10.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren't i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

pina coladas (pt 1 + pt 2) - @han-nah-banana (jjk x reader | established relationship, smut, angst, fluff)

ok so um... the attention to detail is off the charts! like when the little things you mention about jungkook and oc, like them eating healthy foods, only having sex in the missionary position, etc. tells us so much about them and the status of their relationship. like you showed us that they were stuck in a boring, mundane relationship through little hints and i really love that. ALSO POV SHIFT IN PART ONE WAS SO GOOD! like the way their thoughts mirrored one another was such good storytelling ugh!!! also think you picked a great setting for this type of story, the 80s. it makes everything feel so real, like the sexual repression oof! so glad they got to bang it out in the sexiest way in pt 2! really really good for your first fanfic like WOW! loved it!

i can do better - @here4btsfics (pjm x reader | fwb, smut)

summary: your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you’re angry and sad. so get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash tv which leads to some interesting conversations.

bro all you did is enforce my delusions that irl men cannot compete bc they are not park jimin. men should apologize for not being park jimin at this point. even kim taehyung... anywho lmao. DUDE and then oc listing all the things perfect about jimin. she is just like me fr!!! also like this is kind of how i picture jimin in real life ngl. THAT MAN IS A COCKY CONFIDENT DOM I WILL ARGUE THIS SHIT UNTIL IM BLUE IN THE FACE GTFO! and miss oc... no strings attached girl??? A WHOLE BLUFF. honestly, this entire fic is one of my daydreams when im in a lecture and i fucking loved every second of it bby! so so good. so glad you decided to start writing again, extremely proud of you.

darksided - @eoieopda (myg x reader | established relationship, smut)

summary: min yoongi adored you. he'd simply never hurt you.

i saw someone post about smut where the characters are so grossly in love is their fav genre. this is exactly that. this fic encompasses everything i love in fanfic. i felt like a fly on the wall, being dropped into the middle of the situation where i figure out who the characters are through their actions, words, etc. you do that so perfectly here. like the way i know everything i need to know about min yoongi through the FUCKING setting?? naur this is s tier writing right here. also there's just something you do with words thats v magical. can't put my finger on exactly what it is but here is an example:

"a quick survey of the landscape before you indicated that this was a criminal oversimplification."

LIKE IDK JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HOW YOU STRUCTURE SENTENCES IS GENIUS! like cannot even begin to describe how good this was. would die for this couple honestly. the smut had me clenching too OOF. so cool to see what you've accomplished on this platform in such a short period of time! it's so so deserved and i can't wait to see where you go from here. don't know how you can even get better than this like ur already at the moon um!!! but god it's only going to get better from here. like next thing u know u'll be a famous writer fr. wishing you nothing but the fucking best!!!!

#reviewsday #kikirecs #bts #min yoongi #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts recs #jungkook smut #jimin smut #yoongi smut #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts imagines #bangtan #kpop #bts au #bts fic recs

[my2amgaythoughts]

Here's a very rough draft of the first chapter of a fic I promised a while back. If people like it, I might actually find the motivation to finish it and post to AO3.

Steve didn’t know Edward Munson, but he knew of him. Everyone in Hawkins knew how Wayne Munson had rescued his nephew from going into the foster care system when his brother went to prison. Officially, Mr. Munson was a hero. Officially, everyone agreed that “poor troubled boy” deserved to be given a normal, happy life like any other kid. Unofficially, every parent in Hawkins made sure their children knew that the Munson kid was someone to be avoided at all costs. 

When Wayne showed up at the dropoff for summer camp with the scrawny, scared looking boy in tow, everyone thought maybe he was confused. Everyone knew his father had used him as a lookout and trained him to be a criminal. Surely, there must be some other camp for juvenile delinquents or something nearby and he was just lost? But no, Wayne was serious as he resolutely handed in the paperwork and carried his nephew’s small, dingy bag to his bunk in one of the cabins where he would be staying for the next two weeks. 

Luckily for all the other boys, Munson's cabin was not filled, so no one would be forced to share a bunk with the strange boy. In fact, of the three cabins, two were filled to the brim while Munson’s cabin housed only four other boys who, despite also being the least popular ones there, were sure to choose bunks as far from Munson’s as the space would allow. Steve almost felt bad for him, but he knew better than to do anything that would result in a lecture from his father. He was meant to grow up to be a successful and influential businessman, so he had to “form connections with the right people now.” Steve wasn’t sure what “connections” his dad thought he would be making as a twelve-year-old at summer camp with other preteens, but he would do his best to make him happy. 

Steve’s bunk was right in the middle of the largest, nicest cabin with all the richest and most popular boys in Hawkins. Within fifteen minutes in the chaos of the big cabin, Steve forgot all about his conscience and Edward Munson. This was going to be his first year at the older boys’ camp and he needed to establish his place quickly if he wanted to enjoy his summers for the next few years. 

Once all the boys had arrived and settled in, they were gathered by the lake for introductions.

 “Okay everyone, we’re going to play a game to get to know each other,” a much older boy in too-small khaki shorts shouted over the noise. Steve thought he must be a camp counselor, “everyone form a circle.”

A pile of red string was thrown in the center of the circle. Each boy was instructed to find a free end and slowly wrap that string around their finger as they unraveled it from the many other pieces of string. The trouble was, if they pulled too hard, it would just get tangled more and they couldn’t just pull it free because someone was attached to the other end of their string doing the same thing. Once the two boys with the same string managed to unravel it from the others, they were supposed to take a sheet of paper with dumb questions and ask them to their partner. 

Boys were jumping through impossibly small loops of string trying to unravel it and tying other people’s string in knots on accident. It was utter chaos, but Steve found himself having fun as he crawled between other boys’ legs and jumped over knots his string blissfully wasn’t part of. In all the chaos, he never actually felt a tug on his string from the other end, which he didn’t register as strange until he got to the end and found a gangly boy who looked like he was trying to disappear into his own, oversized shirt. 

Munson hadn’t moved an inch since the exercise had started and Steve would have been annoyed by that, if not for the frightened look on the other boy’s face. He didn’t seem to have  noticed Steve yet, so he was free to stare at the strange boy unashamedly. Munson had very short, buzzed hair and his slender frame looked like it would be swallowed by his too-wide clothes. He was very tall for his age though, so maybe his uncle was hoping he’d grow into them. Steve took a moment to take in his face, from the pink lips that looked like they’d been chewed on recently, to the giant brown eyes that he now realized were staring at him just as critically. Steve cleared his throat and the eyes snapped up to meet his own.

“Hey, I’m Steve. Steve Harrington,” Steve said, reaching out his hand, before realizing it was completely wrapped in red string. Munson’s eyes followed the string and he seemed shocked to find the end attached to his own hand. “Should we, ya know?” Steve asked, vaguely gesturing towards the pile of papers on a wooden stool next to a group of supervising counselors. 

Munson said nothing; simply allowed himself to be led by the string to get a paper and then to a quiet spot on the dock so they could hear each other’s answers. 

“Alright,” Steve said with somewhat forced enthusiasm, “Question 1: if you could bring any one thing to a deserted island, what would it be?” He looked at the other boy expectantly. Munson looked back in silence for a moment, then muttered something that Steve couldn’t quite hear. “What was that?” he asked goodnaturedly. 

“A DRAGON!” Munson blurted out, a bit too loudly. 

Steve just stared at him in surprise for a moment before bursting into laughter. Munson was turning a very pretty shade of pink and Steve wanted to reassure him he wasn’t laughing at him, but the response had taken him by surprise and it was a while before he was able to stop, hands clutching his sides and tears forming in his eyes. 

“I’m-I’m sorry. That was- it was just so unexpected!” he got out between fits of giggles. “That’s a great answer though! I was gonna say something stupid, like a compass. Your answer is waaay better.”

Munson was smiling a bit now. After that, they were able to get through all the questions. Munson always had an answer that Steve would never have thought of in a million years, often making him laugh in surprise and genuine amusement. By the time they were instructed to find two other groups and introduce their partners, he had completely forgotten he wasn't supposed to be having fun with the other boy. 

Well, he forgot until he saw a group of three older boys with Tommy walking towards them. Steve instantly stopped laughing and put some space between himself and Munson. Tommy Hagan’s parents were close with his own, so Steve knew that any social faux pas would get back to his father eventually. 

“Hey Harrington,” Tommy waved as they walked up, “who’s your new… friend.” 

“Um, I didn’t actually catch his name,” Steve said, not really lying since he’d simply known and hadn’t bothered to ask. Munson looked a bit confused, but before he could answer, Tommy cut in.

“Oh! You’re the Munson kid, right?” Steve was impressed by how he managed to make the name sound like a slur. “Edward Munson. We’ve all heard about you.” Tommy smiled nastily, “Nice to finally meet the local charity case, right Harrington?” Steve kept his head down and didn’t meet Munson’s eyes as he halfheartedly laughed in agreement with the others. 

He watched as shock and then anger crossed Munson’s face, before he turned and walked back to the cabins while Tommy and the older boys called after him with remarkably unimaginative taunts. For his part, Steve just stood there and laughed or nodded along when one of the other boys looked his way. 

Steve didn’t see or hear from Munson again for most of the week. Their social spheres, or rather Steve’s sphere and Munson’s singular point, didn’t overlap much, or at all, so it was easy to forget about the uncomfortable interaction. He only thought about it when he’d occasionally catch Munson’s sad eyes at meals or during group activities. Munson somehow seemed to be looking his way every time Steve noticed the other boy. 

In the second week, he saw more of Munson as they were given less freedom and forced to do more scheduled activities. Steve watched as the sad eyes gradually morphed into hard anger as he was taunted and bullied throughout the week. He wanted to grab Munson by the shoulders and tell him he was sorry, that he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but he was always around Tommy and the other boys that his father expected him to be making connections with. Boys with powerful fathers and deep pockets. 

It all came to a head the night before they were supposed to go home. Most of the campers were gathered around the fire singing camp songs and reminiscing about the last few weeks. Tommy, Steve, and a few of the boys they’d befriended decided to go for a walk. One of the boys, Steve thought his name was Justin maybe, had stolen a cigar from his dad’s study and they were smoking it together. It tasted terrible, but the other boys seemed to approve of his attempt at inhaling the toxic fumes without coughing out his lungs. That is, until they stumbled on a lonely figure by the lake.

Munson was standing out on the dock where they had met that first day, looking almost ethereal with the moonlight reflecting off the water and onto his pale skin. Steve hoped for a moment that the others hadn’t noticed him, but it was short lived.

“Hey Munson!” Tommy yelled out mockingly as they cornered him on the dock. “What’s an upstanding citizen like yourself doing alone while everyone else is at the fire? Planning to steal from everyone’s cabins while we aren’t looking?” Tommy’s taunts made no sense considering that they were literally as far from the cabins as possible, but the jab made the other boys laugh and Munson’s face hardened. “That’s what happens when they let trailer trash in,” he continued, “It’s freaks like you that ruin everything for the rest of us.”

“You sound like your dad Hagan,” Steve said, trying to sound bored, “he’s not worth our time.” He turned away from Munson, “C’mon, I wanna smoke this thing,” he lied.

“You know, that gives me an idea,” Tommy said as he grabbed the cigar out of Steve’s hand. “Do you know what happens to thieves Munson?” he asked as he walked towards the frightened looking boy. “They get marked,” he said with a nasty grin as he held up the cigar. 

Munson didn’t give the other boys time to react. As soon as he saw the lit cigar, he was moving so fast Steve barely caught the motion. He ran straight at Tommy with his head down and headbutted him directly into the lake. Then he was running past Steve and straight into the woods. 

“Get him!” Tommy yelled as he came righted himself and broke the surface of the water.

Steve was already hot on Munson’s trail, but not to hurt him. He was hoping he could lead Tommy and the others in the wrong direction if he saw which way Munson went. Unfortunately, he seemed to be an idiot because he left the woods and ran straight into the boathouse, effectively trapping himself. Luckily for him, Steve was much faster than the others, especially Tommy, who ran up behind him panting and dripping water.

“Which way did he go?” Tommy demanded as he caught up to where Steve had stopped.

“I think I saw him running towards the cabins,” Steve lied easily. “We should split up and look for him. I’ll stay close to the lake, you guys check the cabins and the rest of the camp.” 

As soon as the other boys were out of sight, Steve ran to the boathouse to check on Munson. He expected to find the boy trembling in a corner. What he didn’t expect was to be body slammed against the wall. Steve was broader than Munson, but the older boy was taller and had the advantage of desperation on his side. 

“Munson!” Steve whisper-yelled, trying not to attract the attention of anyone still nearby. Munson’s grip didn’t loosen. “Edward!” he tried again, “I’m not going to hurt you! I won’t let them hurt you!” Munson looked skeptical, but he stopped pressing his entire weight against the arm across Steve’s neck. “Edward I-” 

“It’s Eddie!” Munson- Eddie hissed at him as he slowly moved away from him. “ My name is Eddie. Not Edward, or Munson, or charity case, or freak,” he ground out the last word with venom.

  “Eddie then,” Steve agreed. “I’m sorry about all this. Tommy can be a real dick,” he said lamely.

Eddie laughed darkly. “Yeah no shit,” he spit angrily. “Don’t pretend you give a shit about me, Harrington. I’m not a charity case and I don’t need your help.”

“You sure about that? It kinda seems like you might.” 

As if to prove Steve’s point they heard footsteps running nearby and shouting from the other boys. “Come out Munson! I know you’re out here!” Tommy yelled.

Eddie grabbed an oar and ducked behind the door. 

Steve just looked at him unimpressed. “Don’t hit me when I come back,” he whispered. Eddie looked confused, then fearful as Steve opened the door and took a few steps out.

“He’s not by the lake or in the boathouse!” Steve called out. “Let’s try the woods!” He waited until he heard the sounds of retreating footsteps before turning back to the boathouse. Eddie was waiting inside, still clutching the oar and looking confused. 

“You gonna drop that or am I about to get my first concussion?” Steve asked, sounding far less nonchalant that he’d been attempting. 

Eddie just walked up to Steve and stared into his eyes like he was searching for something. After what felt like forever and no time at all, Eddie seemed to find what he was looking for and turned to put the oar down. Steve didn’t realize he had stopped breathing when Eddie got close, but now he was gasping for breath, dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the other boy’s strangely intoxicating presence. 

Eddie sat down with his bare feet dangling in the water by the boat. Steve realized he must have left his shoes back by the dock. 

“Let me see your feet,” Steve said, sitting down next to Eddie. 

Eddie looked at him like he’d grown another head. “You got a foot fetish or something Harrington?” he teased. 

Steve blushed a bit. “Call me Steve,” he said with more confidence than he felt. “I just want to see if you hurt yourself running from those jerks.”

Eddie seemed to hesitate, but he eventually pulled his foot out of the water and placed it in Steve’s waiting hand. Eddie’s feet weren’t as bad as he’d expected considering that he’d been running across dry sticks and pine needles, but they were a bit torn up. Steve stood up and started looking around. 

“What the hell are you digging around for?” 

“A first aid kit. This is a summer camp for teenage boys,” he said, lifting a tarp, “there’s got to be one around here somewhere.” A minute later he found what he was looking for and scrambled back over to where Eddie sat. “Put your feet in my lap,” he instructed. 

Eddie did as he was told, far less hesitantly this time, but his eyes never left Steve’s face as he worked to clean the shallow cuts and bandage them as best he could. When he was finished, they remained sitting like that with Eddie’s feet in his lap. He wasn’t ready to meet Eddie’s gaze yet, so he started absentmindedly massaging the other boy’s calves, knowing they’d be sore later from the sudden sprint.  Steve had forgotten to stretch before a run only twice before he started stretching every morning, just in case. They sat like that, in companionable silence with Steve massaging Eddie’s calves, for what felt like hours before Eddie finally spoke up. 

“Steve?”

“Mm?” Steve hummed questioningly, not looking up from his task.

“Why are you doing this?”

Steve finally looked up to meet Eddie’s eyes. Whatever response he’d had prepared in his head was instantly lost as he felt pinned by the vast depths of molten chocolate looking at him so earnestly, yet distrustfully. 

“I-” Steve started, then stopped and thought. “I don’t really know, to be honest. I just think you’re pretty okay and you definitely don’t deserve to be branded.” He made a face of disgust at the thought and continued, “Tommy’s really not so bad when you get to know him, but sometimes he just gets this- this look, and you just know he’s about to take things way too far. I think it’s because his dad’s a dick and he wants to feel strong or something,” Steve shrugged. “I really don’t know,” he finished lamely. 

Eddie thought about this for a while. Before Steve could even register that he’d moved, Eddie was leaning forward and into his space. He stopped with their faces inches apart and searched Steve’s eyes like they held all the answers. Steve sat there, frozen with a lap full of Eddie Munson, his hands now resting on the other boy’s thighs since he had scooted forward to get their faces so close. Eddie seemed to find what he was looking for after a moment and laid back down on the floor, legs still in Steve’s lap. 

“You aren’t what I expected,” he whispered honestly. 

“What were you expecting?” Steve asked with genuine interest. 

“I don’t know,” he started. “I guess I expected you to be the one trying to brand me with a cigar,” he shrugged. “I mean, you’re a Harrington. You’re not supposed to be nice to the town charity case. Unless you’re just trying to get philanthropy points,” Steve started to protest- “but I don’t think you are. That’s what’s crazy. It seems like you’re just genuinely not a total dick.”

Steve smiled at him and was about to say something when Eddie cut him off. 

“Still kind of a dick though, just not a total dick,” he smiled a bit at the ceiling. “You still ignored me for the last two weeks after our thrilling conversation about the usefulness of dragons on desert islands.”

Steve considered this a moment before speaking. 

“Tell me what I missed then,” he answered Eddie's questioning look before he could ask, "tell me all about your first year at camp." 

After a moment of staring in silence, Eddie did just that. He told Steve about all the cool places he'd found in the camp to hide from bullies, or just be alone. He talked about the handful of boys who were kind to him and how excited he was to make his first friends since moving to Hawkins. 

"Didn't you move here like a year ago?" Steve asked in surprise.

"...yeah," Eddie mumbled quietly, then with more confidence said, "I'm supposed to be the one talking here. I still have to tell you about the squirrel I've been trying to tame to do my bidding." 

They sat like that, with Eddie talking animatedly at the ceiling and waving his arms for emphasis. Steve took the time to study his face and the dimples that formed whenever he smiled at a memory he was describing. Eventually, Steve laid back as well and closed his eyes, content listening to the steady flow of words, Eddie’s legs a comfortable weight across his lap. 

Steve woke up some time later on the floor of the boathouse, light now streaming through the window. He looked down to find that Eddie’s legs had been replaced by his head at some point in the night. He sat up slowly, careful not to displace the head resting across his thighs. 

Eddie Munson did not look peaceful in his sleep. There was a deep furrow between his brows and his lips were pursed into a pout. Steve had the insane urge to touch them to see if they were as soft as they looked. With his eyes closed like this, Steve could see how insanely long his eyelashes were, resting in stark contrast against his pale cheeks. Cheeks that he now realized were rapidly changing color from a pale peach to a violent red. Steve glanced up to see Eddie’s now-very-open eyes and realized just how close he had brought their faces in his shameless investigation. Eddie’s startled eyes jumped swiftly down to Steve’s lips and back up to his eyes. It was a fast, almost unconscious motion, but it gave him a very stupid idea. 

“Don’t hit me okay?” Steve said, realizing he was about to be a complete idiot, “I want to try something.”

Eddie nodded minutely, his eyes somehow getting even larger as Steve slowly closed the space between them and pressed their lips together. It was a fleeting thing, hardly more than a peck, before he pulled back to gauge Eddie’s reaction. He didn’t get very far before Eddie was sitting up so fast their faces crashed together with a very uncomfortable click of teeth and a potentially split lip. 

“Sorry! I’m- shit! I’m so sorry!” he frantically tried to apologize as Steve checked to see if he was bleeding. 

They locked eyes and suddenly they were laughing, rolling on the floor and gasping for air as tears formed in the corners of their eyes.

“Shit man,” Steve laughed, “you could’ve just said you didn’t like it. Didn’t have to knock my teeth out.”

Suddenly Steve’s face was in Eddie’s hands and the other boy was kneeling in front of him with an earnest look, all traces of amusement gone from his features. 

“I liked it,” he said seriously. “Can I try now?” he asked gently.

Steve nodded and this time was no less awkward, still just pursed lips pressed against pursed lips, but they lingered before pulling apart and staring at one another. The moment was broken suddenly by the sound of the giant bell outside the main lodge that meant breakfast was ready and the other boys would be getting up. 

“We should go,” Steve said hesitantly, “someone might come looking for us.”

 “Yeah,” Eddie agreed, looking disappointed, “Yeah okay.”

Without saying much else, they both stood up and got ready to head back to the cabins. Eddie left first and Steve waited a good ten minutes before following to make sure no one would suspect anything. Something about it made Steve feel wrong, but he didn't have long to think about it as he slid next to Tommy at a table with a lie ready about how he’d been out late looking for Eddie and gotten up early to take a walk that morning. 

He didn’t see Eddie again that summer. 

@oreos-ate-my-balls @theseaofdespair

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #lgbtq #stranger things

[sweettjrose]

Detective Mickey Pilot P.1

So I made a post earlier about what other Mickey and Friends content they will make due to the most likely end of the Rudish shorts. Personally, I am really hoping we don’t get another drought like before with only the pre-school cartoons coming out. I really like these characters and think they deserve content. And it seems like others agree as that is probably my most popular post on here (Though I barely post on here lol)

One idea I mentioned was a Detective Mickey series, taking place in the modern day, that is inspired by the comics made by Floyd Gottfredson and other Mickey comics, including the Topolino series, but also references Mickey and Friends lore in general. Being less of an adaption and more of its own thing. It is honestly such a great way to expand on the Disney characters in more of a dramatic sense after the Rudish shorts expanded more on a comedic sense. Plus it explores a piece of Disney media that deserves more attention.

So with all that said, I had a pilot idea that has been bouncing around my head and I just feel like I need to share it. This would be the first couple of episodes (Kind of like what both Ducktales did) that is inspired by the comic “Mickey Mouse Outwits the Phantom Blot”. 

Keep in mind this is just an idea, and not what I think should be the only way to go about it. Tbh there are so many ways this kind of show could go. I had to split this whole thing into parts, because of how big it got and how much I wanted to share. I would love to hear your thoughts and maybe I can share other ideas I had for this show if it existed, if you are interested or have any questions.

Next Part: X

I also made an improved version of this story. If you want to read it (I really recommend it) check this out.

The show will start off with what appears to be a quiet night. We zoom into a fancy-looking museum where two figures are talking while going down the elegant and large halls. One appears to be a high-ranking security guard and the other one is in fancy attire. The security guard is assuring the other that the security system protecting the emerald (This would have a better name, but isn’t important now) is one of the best in the world and that there is no way any villain or criminal is getting through. As they discuss this, the security system is being shown off, being pretty impressive and thorough. The fancy one still appears nervous however and states that the emerald has very special properties and that if anyone gets their hands on it, who knows what they could do. They even start name-dropping some villains, almost saying the Phantom Bl-, before being silenced by the security guard. The guard assures them that they are 100% confident that there is absolutely no way anyone can get this emerald, including any creeps in cloaks… 

As they say that they stop to where the emerald is or rather was… The cushion where the emerald was once placed has an emerald-shaped dent with a note left on top. The note reads something along the lines of

“I was hoping for a bit of a challenge, but left rather disappointed. I guess that is never in the cards for me. Perhaps next time you won’t BLOW it up.

Sincerely"

The letter was signed with a couple blots of ink. The classic signature of the infamous master criminal. Both are shocked with the security guard furiously calling for back up saying that the Phantom Blot has been here, without realizing that they are stepping into a tripwire which leads into a hissing sound. The one in fancy attire hears the hissing and tries their best to warn the guard only for it to be too late. The once quiet night is now interrupted with the sound of a loud explosion and a cacophony of sirens as police cars swarming the area. Any public who happens to be out at night frantically looks around in fear, knowing that some villainy must be near. The camera pans up to a shadowy figure in a black as night cloak and two glowing white eyes standing on top of a building overlooking the mess. You can’t see his face, but you get a sense that he is grinning as he chuckles to himself, pleased to see the explosion and the chaos that surrounds it, with an emerald in his hand. 

We then cut to what appears to be reporters reporting on the emerald theft, but then it evolves into reporting on other crimes of the Phantom Blot and then not just reports but interviews and public accounts. Essentially they explain that the Phantom Blot is one of the most nefarious criminal masterminds in the world. Always seeming 100 steps ahead of any police or law enforcement organization and is able to make the most challenging heists seem like child’s play. This Phantom Blot has never been captured and has never failed, running his schemes nearly perfectly with impunity, often taunting and teasing law enforcement as if this was a game to him. He is feared by the public, but adored and respected by other villains (with a couple of exceptions, but that would be explored in other episodes). He has waitlists full of criminals who dream of working with him on the few times he gathers a team. Mostly drawn to his charisma and leadership but also knowing that with him that failure is a rarity. Many wonder if this evil genius is truly as invincible as he appears or if maybe someday there can be someone who can stop the Phantom Blot. 

This is where Mickey fades into view. He is currently asleep though not for long after being awakened by an alarm clock (looks like the classic cartoon clock) and jumps out of bed excitedly saying that today is the day. He goes to fix breakfast and feed Pluto with a large smile beaming on his face. Pluto, while happy that he has more food, is a bit confused by the sudden excitement from Mickey. That is when Mickey tells him that today is the day that things change. He mentions that he finally found a way to convince the Editor in Chief to stop giving him busy work and to let him take on the real stories. He even mentions having a secret weapon thanks to Minnie as he pulls out a white box from the fridge. Thinking about Minnie he checks his phone and looks at pictures of her together, reminiscing on how lucky he is to be her boyfriend, being high school sweethearts and together ever since… That is when he notices that the time on his phone doesn’t match the time on his appliances… Shoot, Daylight Savings Time, he was so focused on working on his special project that he completely forgot to change his appliances… Including his alarm clock which means that he is LATE… He rushes out the door… Realizes that he is in his pajamas… and then comes back in his clothes (looks similar to what he wears in the Topolino comics but with a white spotted red bowtie) and makes sure to grab a camera (similarly colored) to put around his neck and the white box… He tosses, gently, the white box, into the car and rushes out of the driveway. Going as fast as he can… Within the speed limit.

This is where the name of the show will appear. (Detective Mickey is the current placeholder title) Mickey will drive through the town as various gags take place and we can see some characters. We can see Mickey’s Neighbor Mrs. O’Hara wave goodbye to Mickey, Goofy and Pete who seem to be discussing something while taking Max and PJ going to school, Sylvester Shyster walking off with a sinister grin on his face, Clarabelle outside of a bakery she appears to own, Horace who is coming out of some kind of Amazon-like Pick up place carrying a large number of boxes, and a couple of other characters that are callback or will be referenced in later episodes. Once he is parked, the best he can, he rushes into a building that says “Mouseton Argus”. He instantly bumps into someone through the door, destroying the white box and causing pieces of cream and pie crust to splash out. Mickey looks up to see the person he crashed into is… Ugh, Mortimer… Mortimer of course takes this chance to mock Mickey and brag about how he just came back from another successful interview after catching his 3rd set of crooks that month. He reminisces about how ever since he started that Private Investigation firm, he has been having nothing but success while Mickey gets people their coffee. Mickey of course retorts that he does more than that and things will change soon. Mortimer of course laughs it off, before licking a piece of cream from the white box that flung out onto his cheek. He instantly recognizes it as one of Minnie’s Banana Cream Pies and asks for a slice only for Mickey to tell him to shove it. He then retorts that he’ll just stop by her place and ask for a pie and hey maybe ask her to get a new boyfriend too. Mickey rolls his eyes as he enters the building.

Mickey stops by his office to pick up a laptop, which is more of a corner with a kiddie table and chair, and immediately heads over to what appears to be the office of the Editor in Chief at the Mouseton Argus, ignoring all the glares and comments about him being late. He comes in apologizing for being late, but mentioning that he has something the Editor will want to see. He then shows a presentation on his laptop of various pictures that Mickey took and other demonstrations of his skills. Mickey goes straight into the presentation, trying to convince the man that he has enough experience to start joining the journalists on bigger stories and to move up from a Junior Assistant Photojournalist in Training. Unfortunately, the other man doesn’t look pleased and tells Mickey that he doesn’t think he is up to the task. Mickey tries to bring in the destroyed banana cream pie, but that doesn’t change anything as he continues to explain that just because Felicity is Mickey’s sister and she was one of the best journalists they ever had, enough to move away to a larger city and work on national news, doesn’t mean that he will get special treatment, heavily implying she was the only reason Mickey got hired in the first place. Mickey tries to interject. But is met with more criticism as the Editor mentions that they are nice enough to even let him make a cartoon for the funny pages, but when it comes to journalism he even wonders if Mickey is good enough to be a journalist. This unfortunately is the final point that leaves Mickey defeated as he takes back the pie, only for the Editor to stop him… So that he could leave the pie, but also to get him a coffee as Mickey was late this morning and thus missed getting him his morning coffee. Mickey sighs and solemnly goes to do so. When he returns with the coffee, he sees a couple of journalists inside the Editor in Chiefs office talking with an intern, who gives off major slacker teen vibes. They appear to be inviting the intern to go with them on a story as it would be a great learning experience. The Editor agrees and says that he supports him 100%. The teen shrugs and dispassionately agrees, bringing up the fact that the Editor in Chief is his uncle, which leads to cheers. This is the final straw for Mickey as he leaves the coffee on the desk and sulks back to his “desk” in despair.

The next scene immediately starts with a shocked Minnie who is very upset at the information that Mickey gave her. They are at a nice restaurant, clearly on a date. Minnie mentions that Mickey shouldn’t let them treat him like that and whether she should go and give the Editor in Chief a “Talk”. Mickey immediately lets her know that it will not be needed, but that he appreciates it. Minnie clarifies that she just wants to help given the fact that when she was getting nasty comments from her peers about her bow-centric fashion, Mickey was there to support her all the way. She believes in him just as much and knows that he will accomplish great things and wants the best for him. She even wonders whether Mickey should work somewhere different since they clearly don’t respect him there. Mickey reminds her that being a journalist was a dream of his and his sister and how they bonded over journalism. His sister started her own local paper as a kid and let Mickey take the pictures and draw the comics, while she focused on writing articles. He doesn’t want to give that up and let her down over some bullies at work. And the “Mouseton Argus” is the best news source in Mouseton and the best way for any journalist to get anywhere. Minnie sighs seemingly confused about what else to do, but then a smile grows on her face as she appears to have an idea. She brings up that since they won’t let Mickey be part of the bigger stories, why doesn’t he just find one on his own. Mickey grows a smile of his own as he thinks about the idea and adds that he can ask his neighbor Chief O’Hara to see if they have any unsolved cases he can look into. Minnie cheers on the idea and even mentions making some of O’Hara’s favorite lemon bars to help. They then continue to excitedly talk into the night coming up with new ideas and just enjoying the night together.

We now jump to another day as Mickey is heading into the Mouseston Police Department. He is carrying what appears to be a plate full of lemon bars. He goes to the lady at the desk and asks if he could see Chief O’Hara as they are neighbors and has a delivery for him. The lady ignores him and Mickey mentions to say it is from Mickey Mouse. She ignores him again until he gives a confused “please”. That seemed to do the trick as she told him to sit on the chairs in the lobby and that she’ll let O’Hara know that he’s here. Mickey thanks her and immediately heads over, but not without noticing what appears to be a wall of wanted posters (perfect place for cameos and references to future episodes). He stares at all the criminals carefully observing each one, but notices there seems to be a larger poster covered by a couple of smaller ones. Almost instinctively he starts to move the posters out of the way, until realizing he isn’t tall enough to get the ones at the top. He then drags a chair, careful to not make too much noise, and is now tall enough to reach the posters at the top. As he removes the final paper the larger poster is fully revealed reading “BEWARE THE PHANTOM BLOT” at the top. Mickey looks deeply into the cold white eyes of the dark-cloaked figure shown and feels a sharp shiver in his spine, when he tries to step back to take it all in, he stumbles on the chair he was standing on, immediately getting the lady at the desk to bark at him. He apologizes and looks again at the poster, still feeling unnerved. He comments to himself “Boy, I would hate to meet this guy” “Yeah I think anyone would”. Mickey jumps again on the chair, getting another angry glare from the secretary. 

He looks to the source of the other voice recognizing Chief O’Hara. O’Hara looks tired, but happy to see him. They greet each other and Mickey hands him the lemon bars, much to O’Hara’s excitement, and asks if they could chat. O’Hara mentions that they are really busy, but you know what he can squeeze in a few seconds. It would be nice to not think about work for a little bit and to chat with a friend. He leads Mickey to his office as the entire police department seems to be in chaos with officers and others rushing around in the background. Mickey inquires about what may be going on and O’Hara alerts him that a federal inspector is coming soon and they are trying to be prepared for it. They eventually reach O’Hara’s office with O’Hara sitting down and already digging into the lemon bars. He realizes what is happening and apologizes to Mickey and asks what he wanted to tell him. Mickey tells him about how he is wondering if O’Hara has something he can investigate for his job. O’Hara inquires as to whether they aren’t giving him anything at work, and Mickey sheepishly gives some excuses though O’Hara’s seems to understand what is actually happening. He says that he is glad to help as Mickey was always helpful to him even as a trouble-making kid. He remembers Mickey solving the case of “Mrs. O’Hara’s missing Orchids”, which ended up being the other neighbor's dog. Even comments that he is surprised Mickey didn’t become a detective given his strong observation and deduction skills. He then focuses back on the original conversation and mentions that due to the inspection all of the cases are being handled to increase the number of completed cases, much to Mickey’s dismay. He apologizes until a flash of recognition hits his face as he remembers that they just got a recent call about something. Apparently, a pawn shop is reporting a missing camera. According to the caller, it just disappeared one night with absolutely no traces of theft. O’Hara remarks that since the person reporting was elderly it is possible they misplaced it. Also in these cases, they just see if it was confiscated by a recently caught criminal or is on a suspicious Ebay (Or Ebay equivalent) listing and if not found after a week just assume it is lost forever. But maybe Mickey could look into this, it could lead to something. Mickey of course is glad to have anything and takes the case immediately. Noting that we all have to start somewhere. 

And with that, Mickey thanks him and runs off with the address of the Pawn Store, excited about all of the possibilities laid out for him. This could be his big chance. A chance for everything to change for the better. A chance for him to get the recognition for his efforts. A chance for his dreams to finally come true. That is if he didn’t immediately run into Detective Casey knocking him down. Casey tells him to watch it as he has important work to do as Brick helps him back up. Mickey apologizes profusely before running off as Casey shoos him away. Brick asks who that was and Casey mentions that it was probably no one important.

~ So that is part 1, this ended up being a lot longer than I expected. But again I wanted to get it out as best as I can. I tried to make it shorter by cutting the dialogue. But I would love to hear what you think. I think there may be 4 other parts, unless they also end up getting too long, so we’ll see. Thank you for reading!

#mickey mouse #mickey and friends #mickey comics #wonderful world of mickey mouse #mickey mouse and friends #disney channel #disney+ #phantom blot #blot #detective mickey #disney comics #detective mickey pilot idea #Disney show #minnie mouse #pilot #pilot ideas #cartoon #cartoons #tv show idea #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

[chaos-otter]

I tend not to defend creators because the story is usually deeper than what is initially spread. That being said, I'm really sick of so much of the boyfriends tag being full of monogamous non-black gentiles trying to cancel someone over stuff that happened years ago, were taken out of context in one case, and about representation that isn't yours to call bad rep.

As a polyaffectionate/polyamourous black jew I'm going to ask that people stop bringing this up as an excuse to shit on a creator and comic you dislike. It is fine to dislike him or his content. It is not okay to imply he is a pedophile for drawing a short character or writing fic about teens when he was a teen.

First off, a character being short is not child coded. Please fucking stop with this. As a short 29 year old who has been thought to be anywhere from 12 to 18 recently, some people look young. It is a fact of life. The reason CSA is illegal and damaging isn't because of how children look, it's because they cannot consent. So despite looking like an adolescent at times, I am not a child, Nerd is not a child, stop with the weird desire to change what constitutes CSA.

In addition, if you are an allosexual adult, you can't tell me you never fantasized about a celebrity in your youth. You may not have posted it, but unfortunately, the ability to post things is becoming more and more accessible and expected. Along the same vein people say/do fucked up shit in their youth. We cannot expect people to have spotless lives, he apologized and hasn't posted anything remotely antisemitic or rascist in many years. If people can't grow from their mistakes and change for the better without the mistake following them forever, why would anyone ever want to change?

It is why criminal records, in the US, are locked once a minor comes of age. It allows people to grow without the mistakes of youth following them forever. Maybe judge people on their current actions and not those of years before?

As for the poly rep, no story will match every experience. There are many poly couples who have stories just like boyfriends and many more that don't. Sure, it might not feel super realistic, but that's because it's not real. I'm sick of people getting upset that representation in media is not their exact experience because that's not the point. There is no way to perfectly show every way a person can be in one story, but if one story makes it, then that is one more place for people to find representation. It also opens the door for more diverse forms of representation. For example, I hate the Madea movies for how they portray black families. That doesn't mean that they shouldn't have been made because they portray some families, and those people deserve representation just as much as I do.

#refrainbow #sick of people being shitty to someone for things they don’t understand #dislike him i don't care #dislike his comic even #but stop trying to make him out to be this evil racist antisemetic groomer cus that is a lie

[thenegoteator]

10, 12, and 18 for the choose violence ask game?

10. worst part of fanon?

Is it bad that my first thought was I don't even know where to start 😭 I say this with affection for fans but there's so much sw fanon that I hate. Probably the most aggravating is the Jedi hate, because it feels like a lot of edginess and projection, often wrapped up in the most saccharine fandom therapy lingo. "they forced Anakin to repress his emotions" they LITERALLY did not, that is simply not what happened in that story. Like at that point I'm convinced we watched utterly different movies I'm sorry.

12. the unpopular character you actually like and why more people should like them

Reva 👏 deserved👏 better👏

She's a complex character!!! She makes messy and imperfect decisions based on her past and how it affects her!!! Bits of her are revealed to us over time and it requires a bit of good will and trust on the viewer's part to wait for her arc to play out!! She fits perfectly into the story that the obi wan show was trying to tell and her facets reveal angles of established characters we might never have seen otherwise!!

18. It's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

star wars visions!!! I'm always surprised how little chatter there is after the season has dropped - I think the short format leaves a lot of room for fandom to discuss and create and interpret. The world of star wars visions is big and to me that seems like an invitation!

#she speaks #and answers #thank you!!! #i dare not tag anything i don't want to summon anything lsdjfdlksfjs

[blackautmedia]

For any fandom of your choice: 7.what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

13.worst blorboficiation

16you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Oooh, these are good ones!

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Purah from Legend of Zelda, 100%. "Hate" is a strong word, so more I'm very strongly indifferent to her. Really, I just get weirded out by the near constant hypersexualization with her, especially coming off of BotW making her a small child. Between her and Riju, it's really uncomfortable.

worst blorboficiation

Uncle Iroh. I'm tired of any old animated character of being compared to him for showing kids any degree of decency. Setting aside him being a war criminal and servant of imperial powers for years himself, there's the way they decide who is and isn't deserving of sympathy in who gets written off as "crazy."

I've seen some people point out how the comics try to address this with how he treats Azula, but I've never read them and can't comment on them.

We have no shortage of old animated dudes being loving, supportive people to kids without the same baggage.

Avatar is another one of those shows that falls into "has a lot of great things going for it, but is mired by an unwillingness to have a genuine understanding and dialogue about Orientalism and Imperialism."

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I've been watching a lot of people play Persona 3 Reload lately and I don't know if this is really a "trope" per se but I feel people can be really insistent on stories constantly comforting and kissing up to the player character in games?

The number of people who frame this scene as Yukari "Trauma dumping" instead of "Yukari sharing this information because she was uncomfortable with how you were lied to, spied on, and had your personal information shared with others without your consent" comes to mind.

There are a lot of moments where characters are extremely emotional and blow up at you because they're going through a lot and they usually even apologize to you once they calm down.

There's a point where one of your teammates snaps at you saying "you think you know me!?" Mind you, this is minutes after they watched a video of their father being violently killed and they even explicitly apologize and remark on how overwhelmed and scared they feel.

And to me it's just kind of disheartening how I've seen four or five different instances now of people stopping the moment someone snaps at them in the heat of the moment in a game for them to go on a long tangent about how they hate this character now that they had a moment of being emotional.

I don't think it necessarily translates to how people treat their actual friends, but at the same time it's still a real problem for them when someone creates even the slightest bit of discomfort to me. Like do we not ever have friends that have breakdowns or rough moments or even moments of exhaustion where you can let them just do that without labeling them trauma dumpers or whatever?

I've had former friends who would actually do these kinds of things, so I'm always gonna side-eye it when I see it.

I'm not saying to put up with abuse from people, but I also find that stories that brush at even the slightest bit of emotional discomfort get met with so much pushback.

Persona games in general already written with a major power fantasy element in mind, so it's not like the game is ever short on imagining the player character as the bestest, most popular, most athletic, most amazing person ever.

Even several of reload's new scenes feel like they're trying to almost do damage control for characters at times, as if we needed an additional moment to help better "soften" the player to their actions as if what they did was so evil. It also gets doubly weird when you factor in gender and how these things get ten times worse when women are labeled horrible people for acting emotional in emotionally charged situations but nobody has that same heat for men doing the same thing.

Like I remember back when Skyward Sword was new how many people were so heated at Impa for her berating you…once? The game even gives you a moment to rub it back in her face when she's been grounded, but the trope of games constantly need to make sure nobody is ever mean to the player and if they are they're constantly berated by the story for it, much like Revali.

#tears of the kingdom #ask #persona 3 reload #breath of the wild #seriously why did they do revali and purah so dirty #I always welcome lets plays of P3 that aren't just the player being misogynistic to the cast

[yeoldemagicalgirl]

The Sailor Moon Reboot Universe: A War Veteran's Memories

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

As someone who loves and appreciates art, I just. I can't with Crystal/Crystal Season 3/ Eternal/ Cosmos anymore. The Moonie community has been failed time and time again by Toei. From animation to animation change, the quality of SMC/III/E/C continues to be lackluster because Toei refuses to give the project the attention it deserves, and pay their animators. As Sailor Moon Cosmos draws ever nearer, (ye gods), I would love for you to partake in my little Sailor Moon Crystal Failures Recap Sampler Platter, as we share in the succulent delights of generic animation, terrible character designs, and empty animated eyes. 

Sailor Moon Chrysler:

Ok, so in Crystal we see an attempt at Naoko Takeuchi’s manga artstyle. There are some difficulties here though. We all know the Crystal song and dance- Web series budget, overworked and underpaid Filipino animators, Toei being the worst, etc etc. But hot take? At least they tried *something* original.

I mean, this doesn’t look Amazing. The shading on the hair is bland, the face lacks the elasticity and expression of the manga, there is very little detail, ya know. But it’s something newish! With the proper budget, this style could look immaculate, and in some shots it do:

Gorgeous shot, detail, 15/10, no notes. For the majority of the show though? Mmmmm. 4/10? 3.5/10?

SMC: World War III:

Although Toes gave SMC3 the semblance of a budget and moved it to TV broadcast, they also changed the character designs to be. Well. 

They look very Pretty Cure.

And look, I adore Pretty Cure, ok? I am consuming Hirogaru Sky content on my TL  like a queen ant consuming food from worker ants. I am Just as invested in my son Cure Wing as all you other magical girl ne'er-do-wells. But the style of Pretty Cure does not suit the Sailor Moon manga style-some would say it is diametrically opposed to it in many ways.

Look at the gorgeous flowing hair, delicate linework, transparent effects.

Now, the criminal on trial:

Overly cutsiefied proportions and faces, thick, (by comparison), linework, far too much shine effect on the hair and eyes, zero amounts of ethereal beauty, and also Mercury’s AWOL eye. 

UGHHHHH.

Considering how iconic Sailor Moon is, and how fucking POPULAR IT IS, JESUS ON THE CROSS TOEI WHAT IS THE MISCOMMUNICATION HERE?

And I know that discourse about the SMC animation is a bit, shall we say, expected, but I needed this little refresher to make my point.

Sailor Moon Cosmos/ Eternal is not an improvement, and just continued neglect on Toei’s part to get literally any part of this project right.

CosTernal:

Ok, so, when we first got the character designs for eternal in 2019, I was skeptical. The return of Kazuko Tadano, an excellent animator on the original 90’s Sailor Moon anime originally heartened me, and then:

They just look kind of??? Cheap?? None of their poses are particularly eye-catching, the proportions look Very strange (Mars’s legs are broken, wtf is Jupiter’s knee, Venus’s left arm is Way too short, Moon’s right foot is missing, etc), and the faces just look. A bit dead inside. Moon and Moon Jr are the only ones with *expressive* expressions; the other girls just have these flat smiles, with Jupiter/Mars having the same mouth, as do Venus/Mercury. 

This was official art, after years of silence, from a renowned animator. 

What the Fuck. 

The style is still lacking that singular SM manga flair, and just looks like the 90’s designs with the actual heart of the characters removed. It was deeply frustrating to me as a long time Sailor Moon fan.

The animation in the actual movies wasn’t much better-nothing stand out, nothing even close to the lovely ethereal style of the manga.

One more time for the people in the back, bad proportions, zero detail, empty eyes, personality-less Senshi, can I get an Amen?

The Present:

Sailor Moon Cosmos parts 1 and 2 are scheduled to be in theaters this summer, and from the looks of the promotional images we’ve received so far, they don’t appear to be an improvement:

Another piece of official promotional material that’s off model, (what is happening with her head? Her hands????), and uninteresting. Sailor Moon, sitting on a roof, in front of Tokyo skyscrapers. Very hecking original and cool, very interesting, much creative. Its composition is off, but more importantly, it lacks the Rizz one would expect from an official Sailor Moon poster. Take a look at these from the 90’s anime:

Dynamic, interesting poses, great composition, stunning colors, consistent art quality. A tall order, huh?

The most recent poster we got is slightly, better but not much:

At least there is some pizazz, but the stale air remains. This looks like *generic movie poster here*, like 

*characters posed in front of Bad Guy, looking Determined and Angry*.

Final Thoughts:

I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade; if you are genuinely earnest and excited for Sailor Moon Cosmos, I hope it blows your socks off bestie. If you loved the animation for or just the Sailor Moon Reboot Universe in general, that’s amazing! Please keep enjoying it, and let it make your life a little better. 

Personally, though, I just can’t get over the disappointment. An amazing, universally beloved franchise with this much room for creativity only comes once in a while. Imagine if we had gotten a reimagining of the Sailor Moon story, a la PGSM, or Sera Myu? What if Toei had given the project CardCaptor Sakura: Clear Card levels of love and budget. Instead, we were given half-assed animation and designs, with little story to go with it, (that’s another post though). 

If you were wondering why the new reboot was rubbing you the wrong way, or didn’t have the words to describe your nagging doubts, I hope this helped! If any Sailor Moon fan found this worthy and informative, I did what I meant to do. Sailor Moon Crystal/Season III/ Eternal/ Cosmos is nice in sentiment, but in practice Toei continues to lure fans with the promise of quality Sailor Moon animated content, only to provide next to nothing, and screw their animators over in the process! 

However much of a blow-hard I sounded in my screed though, I am actually not too worried. The Sailor Moon fandom is uniquely creative and amazing- we continue to make our own art, animations and contributions to the lore- all  without exploiting workers! Sailor Moon Crystal was a disappointing project, and Cosmos is a lackluster end, but I’ve got all the Moon content I need right here. 

Sarada ba!

#sailor moon cosmos #sailor moon essay #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #sailor moon #sailor moon animation #sailor moon crystal #sailor moon eternal #sailor moon crystal season three #sailor moon manga

[ceterisparibus116]

What are your thoughts on the new remake of daredevil that will air on disney+? Personally I'm a bit nervous about whether they will somehow try to make it a bit more kid-friendly or something along the lines of that. There are of course also the worry that they will completely ignore the Netflix series.

But nonetheless I'm very excited to see how they choose to tackle Daredevil!

In short: mixed, but choosing to just be really excited!

This will be the most negative I get on this blog until we actually have content to analyze, although my thoughts are still mostly positive:

Concerns:

Based on the news about Fisk being back, I'm thinking they might go the same route as "The Force Awakens" and stick pretty closely to the original story. Possibly to the point of being uncreative.

Not enough whump. Not enough lingering on the whump. Not enough slowing down the plot to make Matt actually deal with the whump.

The fight scenes. Gosh, the fight scenes in TFATWS and Hawkeye were so meh compared to Daredevil. Please, please, please bring back Chris Brewster and the others!

I'm also worried Disney will either erase or drastically misunderstand Matt's Catholicism. To be fair, so does most of the fandom, in my opinion. ;) I take issue with Matt being known for having "religious trauma." Matt has a lot of trauma, and his religion certainly colors how he understands and processes and communicates about his trauma...but religion didn't cause his trauma, except to the extent that it created his "devil inside" misconception. But Matt's trauma comes from abandonment, abuse, and neglect, plus just the struggle of dealing with his enhanced senses, and the second-hand trauma he gets as a result of his senses (not to mention his job(s)). Matt's trauma isn't from being Catholic. (Nor, I think, is his guilt. His guilt is also colored by his faith, but come on: Matt would feel personally responsible for all the world’s problems even if he were irreligious - that’s a personality thing, not a religion thing.)

I'm worried Disney will try to tackle complicated issues like the criminal justice system, and basically give us nothing more than the "Do better!" speech from TFATWS.

I'm worried that in general, Disney will make Matt, Fisk, and other characters too one- or two-dimensional.

CGI. In general.

But that being said, here are things I'm excited for:

More content! Even if I don't like most of it, I'll probably like at least some of it.

More money and recognition for Charlie! HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH.

Eighteen episodes! EIGHTEEN! This makes me hopeful that they'll actually take the time to explore themes and characters well.

Also, I'm not excited about this per se, but I'm okay with a slight tonal change. If Matt is quippier, that's okay with me, as long as his humor is still dry. We saw glimpses of his sense of humor in the show, and I love it. If he starts out the new series in a healthier place emotionally and spiritually, I think it would be perfectly acceptable for him to make more jokes.

Also, although it would be funny for him to crash more light-hearted shows (like She-Hulk) and just kinda still be his normal broody self, I can also forgive him being written a little different to accommodate the tone of another show. In a weird way, I see that as respectful. For example, She-Hulk is Jennifer's show. I'd rather they write Matt to match her show's tone (as long as it's not completely ooc) than write him in a way that sticks out or makes her show feel incongruous. It's about her, not him.

#matt murdock #daredevil #disney #disney+ #asks #ask me things i'm friendly

[queendumpling]

a long essay on shino sherwood re: eastern sleepover login story

So I've been seeing a lot of people say that the reason Shino decides to sleep on the floor in the 2.5 anni East sleepover login story is because he's shy and nervous sleeping next to Heathcliff/doesn't know how to deal with his gay feelings/it's okay to be gay shino!!

And while it certainly could be part of the reason why he decides he'd rather sleep on the floor, fundamentally that is not the main reason why he does. It has to do more with Shino's issues with self-worth and feelings of inadequacy - his imposter syndrome, so to speak.

I really don't fault people for taking the prior interpretation because I think Shino's feelings of inadequacy are more prominently seen in Mahoyaku's side content (card stories, magazine short stories). But I think recognizing this aspect of Shino's character is so vital and I desperately need everyone to know it too, so please stick with me.

Shino's imposter syndrome takes the forefront in the B's Log December 2020 short story. It's a story that gives so much insight into Shino's thoughts about himself, but tldr: he feels uncomfortable accepting things that he feels are not befitting of him. Shino still sees himself as an orphan that wasn't a useful member to society because that's what he was made to believe. He's that orphan with dirtied, bloodied hands that did what they had to do to survive, making himself both criminal and victim. When people treat him with the same basic respect as others (not just Heathcliff), Shino is reminded of is his past. He can't escape the image of himself with dirty and unclean hands. When he touches something that's beautiful and clean, he feels anxious about dirtying them instead. In this story, Shino can't even bring himself to eat lemon pie, his favorite food, because he gets uncomfortable seeing how he's having this lemon pie on equal level with the rest of the Eastern wizards, to the point where he demands to be given a smaller plate - or hell, even a broken one. Heathcliff comments on how Shino often holds back whenever he receives something new and tries to give those things he to Heath instead because he doesn't feel like he's worth it.

In Shino's Summer Campeggio 2021 card story, Shino and Murr hold a competition to see who can build a better castle. Shino puts all his effort into building an elaborate castle and describes all the things that he wants to add to it.

Sure, what Shino says here certainly indicates that he believes that as Heathcliff's vassal, it wouldn't be proper for him to be living in the castle. But Shino's next bit of dialogue also shows that he thinks adding any space for himself in this make believe castle would be unnecessary, a waste of time. He doesn't believe that space for himself is needed. In fact, it would be a waste of time to do that for a castle that would be perfect without space for him, without him in it.

In this login story, Shino makes specific mention that he didn't feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as Heath in the past because his hands and clothes were dirty back then. Shino is excited to be wearing these new pajamas because they're clean (which, side tangent, maybe part of the reason why Shino's pajamas feel so...simple? Because A) he doesn't feel like he deserves to have more and B) simple clothes are easy to look and keep clean). So surely now, he'll be able to sleep next to Heath like how he wanted to when he was younger! But despite being in new clothes, Shino can't escape those feelings of being unclean and unfit to sleep in a big bed next to everyone else, to be on the same level as everyone else.

He insists that he sleep on the floor, stating that he doesn't like sleeping next to Heathcliff and isn't comfortable with it. Like I said earlier, Shino feeling shy and anxious sleeping next to the person who he may or may not have feelings for could be part of the reason, on some level, cannot shake off the feeling of being unclean and unfit to be sharing the same space with the other Eastern wizards and in the same way that they do. Despite both wanting to be equal and feel equal to the rest of the wizards, Shino decides that sleeping on the floor is more comfortable for him instead, because it's what Shino thinks is the most fitting for him. Shino has said in in the main story (8.4) that he's comfortable sleeping pretty much anywhere as long as he has a roof over his head. So while Shino may be comfortable sleeping on the floor, it is the place that he thinks he deserves to sleep. I think it's very intentional that Bunta made mention of why Shino was uncomfortable with doing it in the past in this specific story so as to allude to this.

Despite how Shino seems very assertive and confident on the outside, he is, on some level, driven by his own sense of inadequacy. If he can accomplish something, be renowned across the country, maybe then he can finally be comfortable enough to accept he is enough the way that he is. This isn't to discount Shino's other stated reasoning (Shino telling Akira that he is driven to achieve fame and recognition for Heathcliff's sake, so that he can be the one to praise Heathcliff to the rest of the world/make Heathcliff a general), but as Shino is deeply uncomfortable with allowing good things to happen just for himself, making sure Heathcliff is successful is part of his own idea of actually loving himself.

Circling back to the actual login story though, I love how Nero and Faust recognize Shino's discomfort. Shino loves the Eastern wizards so much; he's so excited about the idea of the sleepover and insists on it for two weeks to make it happen. He wants to sleep in the middle (next to Heath, of course, but Shino could have just as easily decided to sleep on the side of the bed and put Heath in the middle. Shino putting himself in the middle is the energy of an excited kid), is so excited for the big bed. But just as quickly decides that he can't be comfortable like that. Faust and Nero and are quick to make space for Shino and his level of comfort. They still have the sleepover of sorts that Shino was so excited about but just have some snacks and drinks together, taking things at their own pace and level of comfort. It feels so quintessentially Eastern how while they may not have the same direct level of closeness that the other wizards have, they still care about each other deeply and respect each other's own comfort.

There's also something to be said for...general Eastern wizard self-hatred? But Shino's specific brand of it that comes it him so naturally, so intrinsically part of him is so painful to see. Genuinely seeing himself as lesser than Heathcliff and other wizards whilst simultaneously reaching and believing that he can be even greater than that makes Shino a really interesting character.

Anyway if you've made it this far uhh...thanks for reading this super long post? Shino thoughts kept me up late at night long enough for me to notice a giant spider on my wall, which I definitely would not have seen if it weren't for these Shino thoughts keeping me up past my bedtime. So in a way, he saved me from a spider. Thanks, Shino!

#mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mhyk #まほやく #魔法使いの約束 #mhyk shino #insanely long post about... all the shino thoughts running in my head #thank you to the mhyk bucket for listening to me ramble about shino sherwood all the time

[darkshadow90]

Arthur Fleck (Arkham Joker) x reader: Deranged

Summary: You’re a therapist seeing Arthur, or as he’s now known, Joker. Angered by your compassion, he goes on a deranged rant about his plans for Gotham.

A/N: Hey guys. Just a short one shot about an idea for Arkham Joker (the name I use for the persona in the last scene in the movie). The reader has a therapy session with him and he goes on a rant to her about his plans for Gotham. She wonders if she made the right choice. Warnings: Mild violence towards reader, Arthur being condescending I hope you like it :)

You recently began working at Arkham as a therapist. You had worked with several inmates, and you enjoyed it. This was the first time you would be working with an inmate who was on the floor for the criminally insane. You were a little nervous, but you didn’t think it would be too much to handle. Oh, how wrong you were.

You remembered reading about Arthur, now Joker. That’s what he called himself. You read about him shooting the TV show host Murray Franklin years ago. It was live, so everyone saw it. You couldn’t imagine how horrifying it was for viewers to see. He was also suspected of other murders, but there was no real proof he committed them. You still had some hope you could help him.

You made your way down the hallway to the room Arthur was in. He wasn’t in handcuffs. The orderlies removed them. You knew about the panic button under the table, so the orderlies must’ve felt comfortable removing Arthur’s handcuffs. He sat in his chair, smoking a cigarette. He was either ignoring you or didn’t notice you were there. He was dressed in white scrubs, he had bits of gray in his hair and stubble on his face. His hair was combed back. He looked like an ordinary man. but his presence made you feel  threatened.

You took a breath to steady yourself and sat down in the chair across from him. “Hello, Arthur. I’m Y/N. I’m here to have a session with you.” He didn’t say anything. He just sat there looking at the floor. “I just want to talk.” He took another drag from his cigarette, still not looking at you. “Sure, sweetheart, let’s talk. Tell me, what do you think of Gotham and the people in it?” That question caught you off guard. “Well, it’s not a very good place, and some people have done awful things.” Arthur chuckled to himself, believing someone else felt the same way he did. “But I still think there are people worth helping.” 

 The dynamic completely shifted.  Arthur was now glaring at you. His eyes were completely dark. He suddenly jumped up from his chair and grabbed your shirt collar, pulling you toward him. “People worth helping, huh? Let me tell you something, sweetheart. This city would just love to have a pretty little thing like you for lunch. My whole fucking life, people living here in Gotham made me feel small. I tried to do everything right. I tried to get help, but they didn’t give a shit.”  He shook you. “Where where you when I needed help? I can’t stand people like you, people who have hope. You always go the holy route. See where that got you? You know what I’m gonna do, sweetheart? I’m gonna make them feel even smaller until they give me the respect I deserve!”

You felt a little dizzy from Arthur shaking you, but you managed to press the panic button, and push him away. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” You just barely made it out the door before he could grab you. You heard him screaming at you to get back in there, screaming that you better not ignore him. As two orderlies ran inside a third stayed behind to see if you were okay. Your supervisor was more than understanding about your desire to take a half day. You went home, hoping to calm your nerves.

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck x reader #joker arthur fleck #joker movie #joker imagine #joker fandom #joker 2019