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comradekatara · 2 months

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on rewatch, it stuck out to me that sokka would be an ideal political match for yue. sokka is a proven warrior, son of a chief from the estranged swt (who the nwt wants influence over), and a companion of the avatar. so how ridiculous would it be if arnook's plan in changing the mission was to sacrifice hahn (overestimating his ability to kill zhao) and marry yue off to sokka (esp since it's right after hahn is loudly insulting her)? and how would sokka react to the system being in his favor?

see i have considered this before and i do think there’s a bit of truth to it. arnook should have put sokka in charge of the mission considering that sokka has intelligence and experience that hahn clearly lacks. and frankly, if sokka had been in charge he might have actually been successful in killing zhao and prevented yue’s sacrifice entirely. also arnook is just not very smart tbh. like they are being threatened by a naval fleet. you know, at sea. their literal element. they have the home field advantage by far. they easily could’ve used their waterbenders to construct icebergs beneath the surface that would sink all the ships like the titanic. literally anything except for waiting for them to make an attack on land. but i digress.

i think that arnook would definitely have been willing to reconsider yue’s betrothal if he had known that sokka was interested, but neither yue nor sokka ever felt safe to voice those issues to him due to their very rigid sense of filial duty and what it means to comply with a patriarch. that said, i do think that arnook would be incredibly nice to sokka whenever they interact postwar, which would baffle sokka because he just assumes that this man must resent him for failing to protect yue, which was like, the one thing he’d actually tasked him to do. but arnook sort of treats sokka like a son-in-law and sokka cannot handle it and just avoids him as much as possible. so i guess that makes my answer to “how would sokka react to the system being in his favor” umm. he would hate it actually.

#surelyjtemple #asks #arnook #sokka #arnook&sokka #sokkaxyue #sokka wants to be punished for his (perceived) failure not rewarded for nothing !!!!!#also in the reyuenion that lives in my head yue does not let sokka tell arnook that she’s just chilling and so sokka feels even MORE guilty #around him knowing that he can see arnook’s dead daughter whenever he wants and arnook cannot. but also he has to respect yue’s wishes! agh

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midnight-mismanagement · 9 months

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No one:

Zero Escape character during a high-stress situation: Let us take this opportunity to ponder at length a logic paradox as we contemplate our imminent doom.

#zero escape #999 #vlr #virtue’s last reward #ztd #zero time dilemma #the nonary games #literally every non-player character #hey do you want to know about this random theory #it’s a cool tip that will help us later #;)#I’m not complaining I just find the whiplash funny sometimes #we’ll go from 0 to 100 real quick #akane tell me more about the mysterious ways of the universe #don’t worry about the bomb we got time #i want to know about boats and socks first

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im-smart-i-swear · 7 months

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its october:) so i drew silver enjoying some colorful leaves and chilling<33

also his sweater is based on the sweater i made for my ugly bootleg son yesterday<3

silver getting to enjoy nature and leaves and chilly atumn air is. so importrant to me actually

#silver the hedgehog #my art #i swear to god i got fucking POSSESED by idk the spirit of october or something and made that thing in one sitting. insane.#i didnt think i was even capable of completing a project so quickly.. what the fuck happenend. i am a little terrified of myself now..#its made out of a sock btw. if for some reason anyone would be interested in doing something similiar i could give some advice #god i feel so fucking stupid.#'yeah if anyone wants to make a stupid little sock sweater for a bootleg silver the hedgehog plushie i could give some tips:)'#god. thats so lame. .#anyway that doesnt matter bc IT MAKES ME HAPPY!! his little sweater makes me so fucking happy and proud of myself every time i look at it!!#i havent felt pure joy like this after completing a project in AGES!!!!!!!#i should sew more often...... i always forget how fun and rewarding it is #hm. should i make more outfits for him?? mayhaps a jacket......... we'll see...............

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strawglicks · 12 days

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Guy that works too hard VS Guy that doesnt work hard enough

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #graham payser #graham ness payser #cathal bravecog #cathal ray toby bravecog #and why they ourple #strawglicks art gallery #HI this ones old but ive been REALLY meaning to post it.#that simpsons ep with frank grimes rlly reminds me of these 2 in some ways . like this scene #cathal coasting thru life having to do nothing productive to succeed bc theyre a nepo baby #and graham overworking himself to death for no extra reward #graham wanting to rule the company but cathal being the literal jr. VP #the competition the rivalry it goes CRAZY #lots of my animatics of these 2 is looking at their rivalry in a more silly light #but this one looks a little deeper into the root of the problem . the core of their rivalry #bc silliness aside theres still a lot to dissect with these 2 . and why graham is so competitive around them #and how cathal was basically BORN to succeed while graham overworks himself in desperation for higher status and recognition #and doesnt rlly get that .

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jinstronaut · 4 months

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happy new year, army!

another year with armyblr and another year of things i am thankful for uwu while i'm busier than usual and cannot make the things i used to make all the time, i'm still so grateful for having this creative outlet and having a place to share the love i have for these seven boys with people who love them just as much. you're all so special to me!!!! i want to recognize some of the people who've been extra kind to me and have made my journey on this blog as miraculous has it has been -- however, i cannot state enough that anyone who's ever interacted with my blog is so, so special and important to me. the work i do isn't just for myself, it's for everyone. i'm so glad to share my creations with anyone who wants to receive them!!! ♥

some of my mutuals who have been nothing but kind and supportive of the things that i manage to do while working my crazy work weeks -- i can and would move mountains for you all. you are so, so special to me and i love you so endlessly.

(part 2 coming in a reblog bc of tumblr's silly limits!!!)

#bts #btsedit #btsgif #usersan #heyryen #annietrack #usermaggie #i'm sure theres more tags i just cant think of them but i just !!!!!#wanted to do something for everyone bc everyone has been so so kind to me this year #ive been so busy and life has taken so many turns in the past 3 months alone #ive had the busiest december i could possibly imagine #but im always so happy to know i can come here and be myself and enjoy things authentically and freely #and that is because of all the kind people i've met #i know i don't talk too much bc i'm just busy and also shy but !!!!!#dont think for a second i dont read every single tag and message and notification #bc i do. and i cherish them all so so dearly #i love you all thank you for another year as army -- it's been the most rewarding experience of my life #***#saved //

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doumekiss · 2 months

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Lately I've seen a lot of complaining in the dungeon meshi tag about how now there is a lot more m/m works on ao3 than f/f but like farcille is still the most written pairing and by a lot :

And the reason why m/m is more popular is because there are more possible pairings like labru, kabumisu, chilshi, laishuro and others, while f/f ships with the main characters the only available options are farcille and marcille/izutsumi. And Kabru being the most shipped character with the male characters it's kinda cool because it is still rare to see characters with dark skin being shipped with the main character in anime fandoms (I literally can't think of any another example of a character with dark skin being part of the most popular slash ship in a anime fandom).

#also people if you want more farcille content go and write it #it's what the labru shippers are doing #and I get it that sometimes being a femslash writer can be a little frustrating I've published 432 femslash works on ao3 #and in general they are way less popular than my m/m and f/m works because it seems that the only people interested in reading f/f are wlw #but it can be really rewarding even with a smaller audience #thoughts #fandom #dungeon meshi

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slicznymartwy · 8 months

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I’m not sure if your comfortable with it, but if it’s alright, can I request Billy Lenz and the reader (established relationship) having some sort of conversation on his past and the reader comforting him?

this one is rlly sad im sorry :(( this is mostly hc since i've only ever watched the original 1974 film, so idk if this lines up with the canon from the other movies. from what i know about it, i think it's similar. no mention of agnes in this warning: sa of a minor mention, please do not read if that bothers you. also, reader insert was abused/beaten by their mom. very sad take care of yourselves please

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader

Night fills your bedroom and coats itself on the floors and walls, except for where the yellow streetlamp spills in past your curtains. Sparing a glance to the alarm clock on your bedside table, you see the time is so late it could already be considered early.

Still, you can’t think about sleep; not when Billy is laying beside you and the house is blissfully empty, two things so rare that it almost seems serendipitous. You’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you keep staring at the ceiling and let the warmth of his body radiate into yours.

“Billy,” you whisper into the quiet room. “Are you asleep?”

You can hear him grunt and squirm beside you, and you feel bad for waking him. It wasn’t often he got a full night’s rest on a bed, and you knew for a fact that there was no mattress in the attic. There were only so many chances to have Billy and the house all to yourself, though, and you don’t want to squander it.

“Billy,” you say again, nudging him with your foot.

He grunts again, but it sounds more cognisant than before. He reaches over himself to pat your arm, almost like he’s quieting down a noisy cat, and you can feel his hand trail down to your own. His palm covers the back of your hand, and he threads his fingers in between yours, curling them down together.

It’s a gesture so sweet that you’re tempted to let him fall back asleep. There’s no helping your addiction to him, though, and you tighten your fingers on top of his.

“I’m not tired,” you say with a pout. “I wanna talk.”

This time, Billy groans, low and long. You think it might be out of annoyance, but you can feel him stretching out beside you, straightening his long legs underneath the covers. He huffs when he’s done, eyes blinking open.

You love his pretty eyes, an orangey amber that you were always getting lost in, no matter how unsettling they could be. It always felt like he was staring into you, like he could see the marrow in your bones.

You loved his intensity. It made you feel alive when the rest of the world was tired and grey.

“Hi,” you say, reaching over with you unoccupied hand to touch his jaw. “I didn’t ask before. How was your day?”

He’s quiet for a long time, and you wonder if he can fall asleep with his eyes open, but then he says, “Bad.”

The word hangs in the air. Billy’s face gives up nothing, a blank page with no words of his own to say. You frown and pull your hand back from his face to rest on your own chest. The other stays in his hold, neither of you willing to let go.

“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, although it doesn’t surprise you when Billy shakes his head against your pillow.

“Okay.” You squeeze against his fingers again, pulling gently on his arm so that it rested more heavily on top of you. The bedroom air is quiet, but your mind continues to race. It’ll be good for him to get it off his chest, you tell yourself.

“Is it something old or something new?”

He thinks about your words for a while, but then you hear him mutter, “Old.”

“Bad memories?” you ask, looking back at him. He blinks at you, then nods.

“I get bad memories, too.” You lean against him slightly, and glance up at the ceiling. “From when you were a kid?”

This time, Billy shrugs. You know you shouldn’t push him, but your heart aches to see him hurt and to not have the rememdy.

You turn around and let go of him for only a moment. You search for his hand again, this time with the opposite one to press your hands together, palm to palm. Your fingers entwine so easily, so naturally, that it makes your heart ache.

Maybe he just needs to know he’s not alone in whatever bullshit he’s had to endure in his life. Maybe it will help to know that you have bad memories too.

“My mom used to hit me,” you admit quietly. You stare at the way your hands mesh together, with your nails polished and Billy’s own chewed up. “She used to take my stepdad’s belt and hit me with it. Used to just be the leather part, but then she would swing the buckle at me too. She broke a tooth, but it was just a baby one. My adult teeth grew in alright.”

You keep your voice casual as you speak, because facts are facts, and there’s no reason to get upset about something you can’t change anymore. Besides, you reminesce about your childhood so infrequently that it feels like it all happened to another person.

You remember the beatings like you’re watching it happen to someone else – something else, because you don’t feel bad for them when they can’t sit at school because of the welts on their ass. You don’t bat an eye when their mom has to take them to the doctor to reset their broken nose.

“Bitch,” Billy spits out from beside you, and you have to laugh at the venom dripping in his voice.

“I don’t talk to her anymore,” you tell him, smiling sadly. You glance at him, but it’s hard to look at the mean look on his face. It probably isn’t for you, but your mind is traitorous and too sensitive.

Even worse, Billy could be mad on your behalf. No, you can’t think about that either, not when you’ve spent so long pretending that it didn’t really happen.

“Anyways. All that to say, I know what it’s like, having bad memories. You don’t have to tell me, just… I’m here for you,” you say, running your thumb along his hand where they’re still locked together.

“Want to,” he mutters, voice croaking unnaturally as he speaks in his own voice.

Quietly, you release his hand and instead wrap yourself around him, laying partially on top. He lets out a heavy sigh as you settle, with your arm coming up to rest by his head and your same-side leg resting over his hips. He watches the ceiling, and you watch his face from where you lay your ear to his chest

“Bad billy. Disgusting,” he mutters, and you pet his cheek with the back of your hand.

“I don’t think so.” You keep your voice careful and quiet, but he sighs and its agitated. Pent up memories start to overfill, and you can see it on his face.

“Mommy,” he starts, but his voice breaks and he coughs to clear his throat. “Mom. Fucking hate her. I hate her. Stupid fucking slut. She’s disgusting. Not me. Not Billy.”

You take your hand away from his face, watching how his expression continues to contort, mixing between anger and disgust and fear. It wrenches your heart in your chest.

“You’ve been so good, Billy. You’re not disgusting.”

“I hate her. I hate her,” he chants again. “Oh, Billy! Shut up!”

When he says his own name, it sounds like a feminine moan. You almost don’t understand, but the implication dawns on you only a moment later. It’s not difficult to piece it all together: his rage, the names he calls himself, the moan. You feel sick.

“Hey, we can stop,” you try gently, but Billy either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to stop.

“No one needs to know, Billy. Be a good boy.” You can’t look at his face anymore, the ugly way it scrunches up hurts you down to you core. Guilt claws at you from inside, and you wish you knew the right thing to say but you don’t. The truth, you decide, is enough for now.

“I hate her, too,” you tell him, and it sounds a little wet. You don’t let yourself cry, but your heart breaks for a younger Billy, afraid and confused.

“That’s my mom,” he says. You don’t know what he’s trying to convey when he says that – if he wants you to pity her, or if he’s sharing his betrayal with you. He whines, a painfully soft noise that gets trapped in his throat.

Gently, carefully, you card your fingers through his hair where you can reach, and you kiss his shoulder.

“She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore,” you tell him, although you don’t know if it’s true. You do know that, as long as you’re by his side, there’s no way you’ll let that woman touch him again.

“I wish I could kill her,” he says through clenched teeth. His voice is thick, like he might be crying. You can’t bare to look. Billy’s grief melts into you like it’s thermodynamics, heat into cold, and you can only hope that you can take some of his and ease his mind.

“How would you do it?” you whisper, pressing your hand over his hammering chest.

“Cut… cut her head off. Smash it like a pumpkin. Oh, Billy! Good boy, Billy. Shut up!” His voice breaks when he shouts. He coughs, then gasps for air, his breath shaking as he fights against the tightenness in his throat. “I’ll turn her teeth into pumpkin seeds,” he snarls.

Without warning, you move yourself to lay completely on top of him, pressing against his body with your body weight. He groans, and you’re sure you must be squishing him, but he doesn’t complain. In fact, his arms come up around you, hooked under your arms and pressing you against him with his hands at your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” you tell him, pressing your face against his neck. “You’re okay now. It’s just us in here. Just me and you.”

“I hate her,” he whimpers again. “I hate her. I hate her.”

You don’t say anything, because you don’t think there are any words that could possible take away his hurt without also being a complete lie. Underneath your body, you can feel Billy start to relax, grounded back to reality from the rotten memories playing in his head.

“I’m sorry today was a bad day. We can have a good one tomorrow,” you say. It’s an impossible thing to promise, but you mean it like one. You’ll make sure Billy has a good day, whether fate wants it or not.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll kill your mom too.”

“Thank you,” you say. You kiss his temple, and he leans into your lips.

a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974)#billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #₊*. ⋆༘ — requests #i'm sorry if the pov changes anywhere accidentally #please ignore if i accidentally left in a 1st person pov mention i think i fixed most of it #if not .. forgive me pls #i shouldnt admit this but ive been messing around on c.ai #but its the worst thing ever idk why people rave about it #writing ur own fanfic >>>>>#its such a waste of time refreshing for a better response #when i know what i want them to say .. its just letting people be lazy #i want to shake everyone using it and tell them to just write their own stuff #its so much more rewarding #anyways i am ovulating and thinking about cod men .. its a terrible curse idk why i let this happen

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