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oleander-nin · 1 year

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There’s this song that has a tight grip on my soul that I definitely recommend titled ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, but it lead me to getting a request idea if you’re taking any!

I don’t see a lot of rottmnt!raph x reader’s often so I’d figure I’d request one where reader is staring at the ceiling, daydreaming about something when raph shows up outside the reader’s home while it’s pouring to confess because he was too anxious when he had the opportunity prior that week and they hadn’t talked since. I just really enjoy angst/comfort, haha!

A/N, not important: I'm releasing you from the dungeon/j. On a side note, I am so sorry this took me so long to get to. It's a wonderful idea, and I truly hope I did it some justice(I didn't). I'm so sorry for the wait. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: My writing, confessions, daydreaming, reminiscing on reader's regret, rainy night, sneaking around while parents are sleeping, feelings of love

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Summary: Raph appears at your window late at night, even the pouring rain unable to keep him from confessing.

The fan buzzed overhead, adding a comforting background noise to my foggy brain. The rain pattered against my window, hitting the roof with the familiar rhythmic drops that made me feel safe. A roll of thunder sounded in the distance, the boom muffled from the walls of my room. I laid on my side, cuddled up in the plethora of blankets piled on top of me, my mind racing despite the calming atmosphere.

The single lamp I kept on my desk was my only source of light, its warm glow made the entire room feel that much more welcoming, a proper hiding place for a lonely mind. Gosh, why didn’t I just tell him. It would’ve been so easy, and I genuinely think he would’ve said yes. He was so caring while he helped me learn how to knit, showing me the proper way to tension the yarn and move the needles. His presence was kind and warm, and I swear I could’ve just died happy right there and then. I wished more than everything I could’ve told him, told him how happy just being near him made me, told him how his smile lit up the room, or told him how I never wanted to see him cry.

But I didn’t. Instead, I just sat there, listening to his gentle words as he corrected the way I held the needles, or how I twisted the yarn. I was a coward. I pull one of my plushies to my chest for comfort, the bear with the red bandana and pirate attire being my victim. I let out a small laugh, nuzzling my face into the soft material of the plushie. Raph had gotten it for me after I had first seen his favorite Jupiter Jim movie, ‘Jupiter Jim Sails The Seven Galaxies’. It was a sweet gesture that made me fall even more in love with the giant snapper mutant. I couldn’t help but feel a pang in my heart from the fact that I could’ve been cuddling Raph instead of a plushie if I had just told him while we were hanging out last week. It hurt me to know since we hadn’t talked since. I couldn’t help but be mad at myself, knowing it was my fault. I knew I should reach out, but my heart hurt too much to do so.

I wanted Raph to be the one holding me, his arms wrapped around me as we watch a movie, or his comforting presence helping me when he is able to convince me to do reps with him. I wanted to go on a date with him to Hueso’s, or to walk around the Hidden City, arm in arm. I wanted to be with him, to be the one he goes to when he’s upset, or wants to talk about his goals in life. I wanted to be there for him in every way I could, more so than I already was. I wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to love him. I just wanted him to love me too. I didn’t want to mess up if I saw him again, to tell him too early, or not at the right time.

I squeeze the pirate teddy tighter, my lips gently kissing its bandana covered head, pretending it was Raph. Oh how I wished it was. I knew it was stupid, being almost 18 and still pretending my stuffed animals were my crush, pouting over being too scared to face my crush and not reaching out for a week. I knew if anyone saw me right now, I’d never live it down. Not that I couldn’t lie my way out of it though. It was easy enough to just say I really liked this teddy bear. Even if it was mostly because Raph gave it to me.

Tap

I look up towards my window through my dimly lit room, my eyebrows furrowing slightly. That was too loud of a sound to be a raindrop. Was it hailing? I shifted on my bed, fishing around for my phone on my bedside table. I sit up, my legs folded under me as I rest on my knees. I open my phone, pulling up the weather app. Scanning through the temperature and the humidity levels, I saw no mention of a prediction or confirmation of hail. Only the current rain and thunder were being spoken of.

Tap tap tap

My head turns towards the window as I slide off my bed, slowly inching towards. A couple more taps sound from the window, too precise to be anything but a person. I pull back my curtain slightly, my eyes scanning for whoever was causing the tapping. I prayed it wasn’t some murderer, trying to confirm my presence so they could jump out and kill me.

My eyes widen as a soaked Raph greets me, balancing on the small ledge as he waves. I make quick work of unlocking my window and pushing it open, waving Raph inside. The large turtle mutant fumbles in, trying his best not to scratch the window or the walls with his spiky shell. A small puddle starts to gather at his feet from the water dipping off of him, Raph lifting up a foot like he was surprised. Raph winces apologetically, his hands wiping at his wet shorts to try and dry them off. I shut the window once Raph was inside, keeping the rain from coming into my room anymore than it already had.

“I’ll go get you a towel.” I say quickly, rushing to the bathroom down the hall while Raph stood in my room, trying his best not to get water everywhere. I rustle through the bathroom cabinet, pulling out two towels, one for the floor and one for Raph. I make it back to the room, handing a large beach towel to Raph while I soak up the puddle that was forming under him with the other.

“Sorry ‘bout the water.” Raph mumbles apologetically, carefully drying himself off as to not rip the towel on his spikes. I shake my head, smiling as I finish drying off the puddle before taking the wet towel back to the bathroom. When I return, I’m holding an extra pair of Raph’s signature red shorts, a pair he’s forgotten from previous visits.

“I meant to bring these over earlier after you left them last time you came over to go swimming in the pool up top. Good thing I forgot.” I say with a small grin, handing the spare clothes to Raph. “Go change into the dry shorts in the bathroom. But try to be quiet, my parents are asleep.” I put my finger over my lips as I tell him to be quiet, and Raph nods, keeping his voice low as he thanks me.

I sit on my bed again, swinging my legs back and forth while waiting for Raph to return. The large turtle makes his way back to my room, now dry and without the towel or his wet shorts. He joins me on my bed, sitting carefully so his shell wouldn’t get caught on the mattress. We both sit in awkward silence for a moment, neither of us sure what to do or say.

Raph ends up breaking the silence first, his voice gentle as he rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry for not reaching out at all recently.” Raph looked genuinely apologetic, as if he had committed some cardinal sin for not texting me during the week, as if I hadn’t done the same thing.

I shake my head, sending Raph a crooked smile. “Nah, it’s all good. I didn’t exactly try either.”

Raph lets out a small huff, laughing softly. “Well, I’m still sorry. So there.” Raph grins, seemingly pleased with himself for apologizing. He pulls me into a side hug, ruffling my hair. “You make any progress on the scar you was makin’?”

I push his hand off my hair, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, it looks like a tangled mess though.” The scarf in question was currently hidden under my bed, too ugly to be seen. Once I was better though, I’d make Raph something. I just needed to practice a bit.

Raph lets out another laugh, his eyes shining brightly. “Oh please, it can’t be that bed. You were doing fine last I saw.”

I shake my head, a bright smile on my face. “You have way too much faith in me, my friend.” I pretend calling him ‘my friend’ didn’t hurt the way it did, pretending it didn't make my heart squeeze painfully. I pretended not to notice the way Raph’s smile faltered at the wording either, neither of us seeming to be able to stand being ‘just friends’.

I pat my thighs awkwardly, the silence in the room settling like a thick blanket. I clear my throat, moving past the previous statement. “So, what has you here at 2:37 am? I can’t believe Splinter let you out this late.”

Raph seems to sink a little, seeming guilty. My eyes widen as I realize what he did, a snort escaping me. “Raph, you didn’t. I can’t believe you snuck out!”

Raph huffs a bit, a small blush on his cheeks as he tries to defend himself. “It’s not like I’m in any danger! We used to leave the lair all the time this late. I just… Needed to see you.” He admits, fiddling with his fingers while avoiding eye contact.

I look at Raph curiously, my heart beating faster at his words. “What did you need to see me for, Raph?” I ask, trying to stay calm. My brain started racing, millions of reasons coming to my head.

Raph clears his throat, finally making eye contact with me again. He takes my hands in his, trying his best to stop the twitching in his fingers. I look into his eyes, my heart beating fast as my ears rang slightly. Was this it?

“I wanted to thank you, first of all. I really appreciate you being there for me and my brothers. It’s been… Really nice knowing you were there for me, and that I had someone to turn to. I would also like to apologize again, for not reaching out. I meant to tell you something last week, but chickened out at the last moment. I’m sorry. So, I decided, I need to tell you now.” Raph smiles gently, squeezing my hands lightly. “I like you, (Y/n). More than a friend. I know I’m a giant snapping turtle mutant, but please… Give me a chance. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

I look at Raph with a dopey smile, my heart beating a mile a minute as my brain tries to catch up. I dumbly nod, all the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. Raph beams at this, seeminging happy with my non-verbal answer. Raph pulls me into a tight hug, nuzzling his snout into the top of my head. I let out a bubbling laugh, hugging him back while I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Everything was perfect in this moment, and I was convinced nothing could bring me down from this high.

We both froze when we heard the door to my parent’s room click open.

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akimojo · 10 months

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man it bothers me so much when people feel the need to reduce our perception of vanille and fang’s relationship as romantic to “just a headcanon” when there’s so much more to it than that

obviously we’re all aware that they’ve never been confirmed as a canon couple, and NO we are NOT trying to devalue dion and terence’s relationship just because we don’t personally see them as the FIRST gay rep in final fantasy (every bit of representation matters ffs). when we talk about fanille being the “real” first gay couple we’re not trying to take away from the fact that ff FINALLY has confirmed queer rep, it’s just a half-joking way to point out that homoromantic SUBTEXT has been around in the franchise for longer than people think, and we believe fang and vanille are the most prominent example of that

the reason why we see them as having a romantic relationship is because their actions can easily be interpreted as such solely from what we’ve seen in canon, without the need for headcanons or made-up scenarios to piece it together. square could’ve literally made them kiss at any moment in the games out of nowhere and we’d just be like “yeah, that seems about right” because the build-up is there

it’s not about whether the writers actually intended for them to be a couple. frankly, the fact that fang was originally going to be a man, but was changed into a woman just so their relationship wouldn’t be mistaken as romantic, says volumes about how difficult it must’ve been to try and write their bond WITHOUT romantic connotations. they had no problem making noel and yeul share a more sibling-like bond (you could see them as having romantic subtext as well, but nowhere near to the same extent, and with much less support from their canon interactions), and yet they struggled so much with fang and vanille that they had to take (heteronormative) measures in an attempt to stick to their original intentions? would a good writer not accept that that’s the natural direction of the relationship dynamic they themselves came up with?

part of our reasons for thinking of fang and vanille as canon lesbians, even without confirmation from the creators, is essentially a big ol “fuck you” to heteronormativity.... but also, there’s nothing sisterly to us about clutching your homegirl’s hands, pulling them to her chest as you hug her from behind, and whispering in her ear about how not even death can take her from you, but i digress

using square enix’s description of them as having a sister-like bond to prove they’re not a couple rings hollow to a lot of us because homophobia and heteronormativity has muddled any potential queer rep in games for decades, even in this case where the writers themselves have essentially admitted that it was next to impossible for them to write their relationship without romantic undertones. whether that says more about their ability to write a platonic relationship than it does about fang and vanille is up to you, of course

it’s also worth pointing out some hypocrisy among the ff fanbase. take tifa and cloud, and aerith and cloud, for example. neither ship has been confirmed as canon in any of the games, but (despite the ship wars lmao) the vast majority of the fandom can agree that both of these relationships were written with romantic undertones, whether intentionally or not, and that viewing them as “canon” is perfectly valid because of that. and yet when we view fang and vanille as a couple it’s outrageous unless we specifically call it a headcanon and denounce any and all possibilities of it holding any weight in canon. i don’t want to make any accusations as for why, but it’s worth noting

i also just want to clarify that the main theme of the final fantasy xiii trilogy IS family, and it makes perfect sense to see fang and vanille as sisters if you choose to interpret their relationship via more traditional family values, but it also includes found family (a group of people that are as close as family, but don’t adhere to conventional family roles and values, and usually consists of outcasts of some kind), which is not inherently romantic, but is also not strictly platonic, and is a trope that is especially important and relatable to the LGBTQ+ community, so of course we’re going to interpret these things in a different light compared to how people outside of the community would

#my fanille post for 2k+ likes on twitter but at what cost lmao #so sick of the fun police butting in to tell us our interpretations are baseless and dumb just because they dont agree #god forbid you consider other perspectives #final fantasy xiii #fanille #oerba yun fang #oerba dia vanille #aki stfu

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na-na-namine · 2 years

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If y’all could indulge with my big-brain for a moment...

Most of y’all probably read Matt’s message about Sashannarcy and how it was essentially de-confirming the ship within the confines of the show’s canon.

Now, many of you have understandably took his message at face value. Heck, some of you probably even praised him for the decision. However, I for one am not entirely convinced that what he said was the entire truth.

To explain why I feel this way, let’s wind back a bit...

Remember this moment? Let’s put a pin on it, we’ll get back to it shortly.

Anton Chekhov, who is the widely cited “master of the short story,” said: “If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it’s not going to be fired, it shouldn’t be hanging there.”

The quote has been understood as “Chekhov’s Gun,” where an insignificant object later turns out to be important. In many of the best works of fiction, every detail given is important. If isn’t important, it shouldn’t be included in the story.

Let’s unpin the prom flyer. Myself and many others saw this detail as an intentional hint or foreshadowing to how much Marcy truly loves her friends, regardless if it meant romantically or platonically with some catching-feelings.

In light of Matt’s statement about the Sashannarcy ship, it’s reasonable to assume that this detail is irrelevant, that the crew simply placed it in Marcy’s nightmare sequence as a background prop.

However, if that were the case...

Why was it the only thing placed on those lockers?

Look, a whole lot of us have been in schools with lockers before; there will never be a shortage of flyers, posters, notes, etc. placed everywhere (it’s a constant irritation for custodians, that’s for sure). It would’ve been ideal for the production crew to include different pieces of art and visual gags/references/shout-outs on those lockers, especially since we know they love doing those sorts of things.

Strange is it then that only the one prom poster was used. Stranger then that it is made visibly clear for the audience to see. There was no way anyone couldn’t have noticed it, so it had to be intentional. I want to assume it’s the case because Matt Braly and crew aren’t terrible writers.

Throughout the show, there have been numerous references and call-backs to past events and characters. Even minor details - most notably in my mind Toady’s low self-esteem and confidence in himself making him a bit of a doormat - are brought back in importance despite how irrelevant it might’ve seemed at the time of introduction.

This reason is why I believe the prom poster will be relevant somehow, and is why I don’t buy the idea that Sashannarcy is completely off the table for the show’s finale.

I’m particularly hung up on Matt’s choice of words here. If there was absolutely no way the main characters would get together romantically he could’ve just said so, similar to the what the creator of The Ghost and Molly McGee did over on Twitter. He also didn’t issue an ambiguous statement over the characters’ friendship being the most important thing, which is a common non-statement against queer rep in media. No, Matt’s words as specifically outline above are to keep the Calamity Trio’s friendship “constructive and open” and that Sashannarcy in fandom “do right by the show and its themes.”

After all, an often overlooked part of romance is that the strongest romantic relationships are founded on the strongest friendships. Heteronormative/allonormative society likes to convince people there’s a clear distinction between friendship and romance; that romance is somehow deeper than friendship or that friendship inevitably becomes romance, etc. etc. But it’s never that simple.

For there to be a healthy romantic relationship, a healthy friendship is a requirement. So many failed-romances would’ve taken this matter for granted and end badly as a result. Issues of trust, respect, intimacy and boundaries are present in all relationships, and if platonic relationships can struggle through those can come out stronger for it, just as what happened with the Calamity Trio, there is absolutely no reason to assume the three couldn’t carry those lessons and feelings into a romantic relationship much later down the line.

With that, lemme put forth my big-brain prediction for what Anne, Sasha and Marcy’s relationship might look like by the series’ finale.

I think after the big battle is over, no matter the outcome, there will be a little time skip where the three girls go to prom together.

Not as a polycule, but as friends.

Friends that have went through hell together and back.

Friends that are rebuilding their friendship and learning be better people.

Friends that are each other’s most important person, who love each other unconditionally no matter what, regardless of when - not “if” - they may begin to catch feelings.

Because that’s what friends do.

Finally, I believe that Marcy should be the one to ask Anne and Sasha to prom. Her character journey began and ended with her desire to have the other girls stay with her forever, so much so that she tricked them into another world to realize it.

Therefore it’s only fitting that Marcy be the one to ask them out, only this time giving them choice to stay with her and having trust in them that they will.

And the answer will be “Yes.” It will always be “Yes.”

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #amphibia #amphibia spoilers #all in #sashannarcy #sashanne #marcanne #sasharcy #anne bounchoy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #calamity trio #matt braly #shipping #shipping discourse #long post

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nikibogwater · 1 year

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Niki Blethers: Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio LET’S FREAKIN’ GOOOOOOOOO--

In case it was not already obvious, this was my most anticipated movie of the year. Heck, it was my only anticipated movie of the year. Having learned the hard way just how deeply disappointment stings, I don’t usually get my hopes up this high. But darn it, everything I heard about this movie prior to its release just filled me with too much excitement to ignore, and now that it is finally available to the wider public, it is my great pleasure to say--

HOLY MOTHER OF MARMALADE, DID THIS MOVIE LIVE UP TO MY HYPE AND THEN SOME

(Mild spoilers below the cut, GO WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT IT’S A MASTERPIECE)

First up: stop motion animation. We love to see it. And this movie doesn’t cut any corners with the stop motion. Even the fire is stop motion. The backgrounds are paintings (gorgeous ones at that), not just CG landscapes. The sets are so incredibly detailed I could’ve spent several minutes just staring at any given wide shot. There were very few instances where I could clearly see any effects that were obviously done in a computer. The animators and set builders went hard on this movie, and they have 1000% of my respect for it.

Despite being a whimsical fairy tale, there is a pretty heavy sense of realism with this movie. Like, one scene, you have an overeager Pinocchio singing a cute little song about how excited he is to be alive, and then in the next one, he and Geppetto are walking past buildings plastered with posters promoting Mussolini’s Fascist regime. The way the film balances these two tonal opposites is absolutely genius, and I can’t remember a single instance of a jarring shift in tone. The light and whimsical always eases into the dark and realistic in a way that makes me feel like the two sides couldn’t exist without each other.

Also speaking of realism, CAN I GET A HALLELUJIA FOR SOME HONEST-TO-GOODNESS CATHOLIC REP IN A CURRENT-YEAR CHILDREN’S MOVIE?!

This is obviously a personal thing for me, but I pretty much never see any accurate, respectful portrayals of my religion outside of films that are specifically made for Catholics. And I’ma be real with you, more often than not, the films made specifically for us turn out to be unbearably preachy or saccharine (and they’re never animated--another major point against them). To see a character who simply IS a Catholic (because this is Italy during the 1910s, so it’d be a little out-of-the-ordinary for him not to be), doing his little Catholic things, without it being a huge focus of the story or directly influencing the plot--ie, Catholicism being portrayed as just another normal part of every-day life--GAH. IT WAS JUST REALLY SPECIAL TO ME, OKAY?

Also Geppetto locking Pinocchio in a closet because he doesn’t have time to deal with this, it’s time to go to Mass is a big fat Catholic mood.

Okay, I’ll shut up about the Catholic stuff. Back to the movie.

If I had a nickel for every time David Bradly made me cry with his performance as a struggling father-figure overcoming the estrangement between him and his adopted son, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t very many, but it’s great that it happened twice.

Ewan McGregor practically carries this movie as Sebastian J. Cricket. I knew he was going to be good, but somehow I failed to foresee just how good he truly is in the role. This interpretation of Jiminy Cricket as a mildly self-absorbed novelist who sees Pinocchio as little more than his house for most of the film is just *chef’s kiss.*

Ron Perlman as the Podestà was incredible. I actually didn’t realize it was him until three-fourths of the way through the movie, he just vanishes into the role so smoothly. And gotdang, is that character scary.

Christoph Waltz clearly went all out with Count Volpe and I bet recording sessions with him were very fun.

Gregory Mann did so great for such a little guy! It’s hard to find child actors, and even harder to find child voice actors, but he was fantastic, and really sold the character.

Speaking of characters, OH MY GOSH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH WHERE DO I BEGIN

Geppetto is a very sentimental old guy whose only joy in life was his son Carlo. After Carlo is killed in a bombing raid, Geppetto completely collapses under the weight of his grief. Carving Pinocchio isn’t something he does out of creativity or joy, but rather the result of drunken and despairing rage. The scene is played out as a grotesque and heartbreaking moment, and I LOVE it.

Pinocchio himself is a Very Real Boy from the start--by which I mean, he never shuts up, he gets into everything, he’s kind of a brat, and he brings unbridled chaos to Geppetto’s life in the way that only a young child can. I like it when movies portray children as, y’know, actual children, not just tiny adults. Yeah, kids are loud, they break stuff, they annoy the heck out of you, and they are also so, so precious, they’re worth every second of it.

I’ve already talked about Sebastian J. Cricket so all I’m gonna say here is I felt the line “Oh, the pain! Life is such hideous pain” right down to my core.

This movie covers a lot of heavy themes, such as the difficulties of fatherhood, abuse, war, death, and grief. But it does so in a way that left me with a sense of hope. It doesn’t shy away from the reality of these things, but it assures you that you can endure them, that you can find immense joy even in the midst of great suffering.

To get a little personal for the second time, the way this movie goes about presenting the reality of death and the grief of those left behind resonated with me very deeply. I’m the youngest child in my immediate family, and deep down, there’s a part of me that dreads the day when they will pass on and leave me behind. Barring any unforeseen accidents, I will likely outlive most of my siblings, and I’m lowkey terrified of that inevitablilty. So there was something oddly comforting about a film that speaks directly to my fear like that. A film that doesn’t sugar coat or try to persuade me that it won’t be so bad. A film that tells me my time with my family is so much more precious because it is so fleeting.

So yeah, tears were shed, I’m not ashamed to admit it.

I could probably say a bajillion things more about this movie, but it’s getting late now and I’ve prattled long enough. In conclusion, 10/10, easily the best movie of my year, and I truly think I can forgive Del Toro for Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans now.

#niki blethers #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #there'd better be a CinemaWins for this movie I swear--

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laz-kay · 3 months

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Only Tina Belcher could give us the neurodivergent anthem we never knew we needed🫶

Fr though, this song and it’s coordinating episode mean so much to me. I’m an eldest child who went undiagnosed until my mid twenties, wondering throughout my entire childhood and teen years why other people thought I was “weird” or “different”. My brother was diagnosed at the age of 2 with ASD, and he’s received help in his schooling, in trying to find a job etc. I’m not bitter towards him because I love him and would gladly jump in front of a train for him, but it still stings knowing there’s many more like me who could’ve received that help in their youth but didn’t because they were AFAB. Tina’s entire character is so fascinating to me, simply because I was her. I was the “weird” girl. I liked very niche fandoms that other people weren’t interested in. I had obscure answers to people’s questions. I wasn’t conventionally clever. I had a very small set of friends and a lot of friends I had to cut off. I was told I was “sensitive”, “creative” and “a good girl”. I couldn’t apply myself at school because there wasn’t an outlet for me to do so. I didn’t understand trends, and I didn't understand why the stuff I liked wasn't cool when I thought it was. I'd say things out of pocket that folks didn't get; I always felt like I had inside jokes with myself. I've been told countless times to "calm down" when I encounter something that excites me, to "concentrate harder" when my brain is so full and wants to explode, and to "not take things so seriously" when a person's negative thought about me will haunt my dreams for years to come. Tina Ruth Belcher is the best neurodivergent rep we've ever been given. Although it's never overtly discussed in the show, we know and they know why she's the way she is. I've been brought up with Tina since I was 13 years old myself (we're the same age lol), and it's been so fascinating to see her character develop as I've gotten older. It's like she's grown up with me through my teenage years, and now she's helping me through my shitty mid-twenties (soon to be late twenties ew). Thank god for this show and for this very fricken special girl. Sidenote: all the Belchers are neurodivergent.

#neurodivergent #adhd #audhd #autism #tina belcher #some like it bot #what if they're right?#bob belcher #bob's burgers #bobs burgers #tiktok #lipsync

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spade-riddles · 6 months

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Anonymous asked:

Everyone is upset about the very public stunting and how it’s taking away from her Grammy nominations “for some point we can’t see” but I think maybe that is the point? Like her 1989 prologue was so clear about the media/general public sensationalizing all her relationships and assigning songs to individuals instead of focusing on her skill and craft, and honestly while the last stunt was intense they’re realistically not doing much in the public eye (only a handful of times seen together) and everyone is in a frenzy. It’s insane how social media basically became an echo chamber of “omg they’re perfect they’re endgame etc” and she literally only hugged and seemingly kissed him? She changed one word in one song when performing in front of him and people had intense reactions (positive and negative) and it’s still only a handful of things between them, and it shows how obsessed people are with her relationships even now as a 33 year old woman and not her craft.

I know we want it over and her to be out with the love of her life, but I have a hard time believing that’s going to happen before she’s finished releasing the re-records (is this not the reason the lover coming out was derailed?) she has a plan and has made it clear she doesn’t want them profiting off her work. I’d feel insanely violated if people I hated and had bullied me (idk exactly what he was using to bully her but the lack of description makes me feel like it’s related to being queer) owned/profited off my art that was made as a closeted queer person when I’m trying to come out. The situation is messed up and she’s doing everything she can to take her life back and she’s doing it on a speed run. She’s released 4/6 re-records in a very short time and posed to drop a fifth very soon.

Personally, I have in my brain if the chiefs make it to the Super Bowl (2/11/24) she’s dropping rep tv on 2/10/24. Bonus points if they lose, double points if she drops him too at that time but I wouldn’t be surprised if he stuck around while she releases debut tv to help market it to the country fans.

The end is near but not coming fast enough lol Karlie and Josh have not acknowledged what would have been a 5 year anniversary (contract length?), we’re seeing lots of photos indicating kk is in the same general locations as Taylor is, Taylor mentioning how she can see everyone in the audience basically confirming she could see Karlie in the crowd at LA Eras, articles of her close friends worried about her rapid relationship with Kelce potentially seeding a breakup, and she posts about not beating the witch allegations with the plane that I swear I saw on a Kaylor blog before she posted (literally did not see that exact wording anywhere else but I could’ve missed it)

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stiles-banshees · 1 year

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Good Things Come in Threes: Chapter Three

Summary: Growing up on the East Coast her whole life, Summer Hastings always longed for more. The niece of Penny Benjamin would often fly out to the West Coast every summer to visit her aunt and cousin. Summer didn't realize how much her life would change that night she called her aunt to book her plane ticket when she was 18 years old when a certain Jake Seresin answered the phone.

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Sharing a room with Jake Seresin only a week after knowing him wasn’t something Summer was planning to do. Sure, she could’ve gone home last night, but she and Jake finally started to get tired four hours after midnight. Which was unfortunate for the blond because he had to be ready for training at seven on the dot the following day. So, when Summer woke up at nine forty-five when her usual alarm when off, she had been left alone in Jake’s bed.

The girl stretched before reaching over to her (charging?) phone to shut off the annoying alarm. The alarm cleared from her screen, and she noticed a thread of text messages. There’s a text from Bradley asking where she was; he wanted to check on her before today’s training, a text from Penny asking for her to drop by the bar later, and two from Jake, one making sure she had his number and the other telling her where to find the spare toothbrush he was able to grab. Summer sent a quick message to Nat, telling her they needed to debrief at the bar after today’s training.

Summer quietly made her way around the small room, changing her clothes into the shirt and sweatpants Jake left out for her and brushing her fingers through her hair before deciding to go to the communal bathroom to brush her teeth with the spare toothbrush. Just when she put the toothbrush in her mouth, someone cleared their throat behind her. The girl turned and jumped when she saw Bradley behind her.

“There she is,” He laughed at her face. “Where were you this morning? I stopped in Phoenix’s room, and you weren’t there.”

“Oh, I was around,” She said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

“I was around,” He mocked her. “You with Hangman last night?”

“Not by choice,” She answered honestly.

Bradley nodded as she spat the toothpaste out and then rinsed.

“Did Nat lock you out or something?” He asked.

“Something like that.” Summer nodded. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the sky right now?”

“They only have two of us up there at a time. I’m scheduled in a little bit. I’m waiting with Payback and Fanboy right now.” He explained. “Wanna come sit in? We’re just in the lounge listening to the radio.”

Summer thought about it for a moment. She technically doesn’t have to be at the bar until five, so she gives in.

“Do you think he’ll care if I leave my stuff in his room?” She asked, not directly naming Hangman.

“Leave it in there. I have a theory I wanna test.” Bradley said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

The two quickly walked back to Jake’s room to drop off Summer’s toiletries and went to the lounge. Payback and Fanboy sat at the small table in the corner, listening to the radio.

“Did I miss anything good?” Bradley asked as he pulled up two chairs for them.

“Just Phoenix and Hangman arguing.” Payback sighed.

“Is that normal?” Summer asked the three men.

“It’s more frequent now than last week,” Fanboy answered.

Summer nodded in response, hoping she wasn’t the reason for her friend's bickering.

“Chill out, Phoenix. I got this.” Hangman’s voice came through the radio.

“The last time you said that we died.” Summer heard Nat deadpan.

“Well, I have something to lose if I don’t bring you back,” Hangman said.

“That would be cute if this wasn’t a life or death situation,” Bob said.

“Bob gets it,” Phoenix huffed. “Hangman, if you cared to look for Maverick as much as you care to look at Summer’s legs, we could beat this exercise.”

Summer’s eyes practically bulged out of her head.

“Summer’s friends with Natasha, not Phoenix,” Hangman replied cooly.

“Look at him separating work and his home life,” Bradley said, impressed.

“Are you two done gossiping yet?” Maverick’s voice came through the radio.

Two minutes later, Maverick takes down Hangman. Three minutes after that, he gets Phoenix and Bob. The group mumbled about doing pushups over the comms while the three men sat with Summer and started to suit up.

“Where’s Coyote?” Summer asked.

“He’s going up with us but wanted to hang out in the hangar for some reason.” Bradley shrugged while he grabbed his helmet.

Summer hummed to herself.

“Wanna walk me out? Or do you wanna wait here for Nat?” He asked as Payback and Fanboy walked out the door.

“I’ll walk out with you, and then I’ll walk back with her after her pushups.” Summer decided.

It took them three minutes to walk to the hangar. Summer convinced Rooster to let her wear his helmet for those three minutes. Natasha had been climbing out of her seat when she noticed her friend wearing Rooster’s helmet.

“The new recruit you found is adorable, Rooster.” Phoenix teased.

“I think it’s too big for my head.” Summer laughed as the helmet kept falling past her eyes.

Rooster took the helmet back, and Summer pouted.

“I’ll get you one for your birthday. I’ll even come up with a callsign for you.” He promised as he stalked off.

The two girls turned to each other, both buzzing with excitement.

“I have to tell you about last night.” They said at the same time.

“I gotta do my pushups first, but I’m telling you right after. Like, you’re coming with me when I shower. That’s how important it is.” Nat grinned.

“That good?” Summer gasped.

“Good to the point that I feel bad you’ll never experience it.” Nat shook her head as she grabbed Summer’s arm to tug her over to where Bob and Hangman had already started working on their pushups.

Nat silently dropped down next to Bob to work on her set, and Summer sat across her next to a standing Hondo.

“Miss Hastings,” Hondo smiled fondly at the young woman on the ground.

“Hondo,” She smiled back.

Hangman looked over, his brain short-circuiting, when he saw Summer in his clothes. They looked so huge compared to her small stature. He had lost count of how many pushups he did and decided he’d stop a little after Bob.

“The last time I saw you, you wanted to be a princess when you grew up. How’s your dad?” The man laughed.

Nat snickered from her spot, and Summer nudged her with her foot.

“He’s good. Still disappointed that I’m not in the Navy, though.” Summer laughed awkwardly.

“I say this lovingly, but you belong in a classroom.” Hondo laughed again.

Summer nodded, agreeing with him.

“Your dad wanted you to join the Navy?” Bob asked her as he let out a huff of air.

“It’s a generational thing in my family. My parents only had me, so I don’t know what they were thinking.” Summer shrugged.

“Ooh, tell them about the no Navy boys rule.” Phoenix laughed, finally starting to break a sweat.

Bob laid down on his stomach once he finished his pushups. Jake finished shortly after, sitting cross-legged in his spot, focusing on Summer.

“Are you serious?” Hondo asked the girl sitting next to him.

“No Navy boys allowed.” She nodded.

“Your mother married your father. He was in the Navy.” Hondo said, confused.

“I don’t get it either,” Summer sighed. “They also hate that I’m constantly at the Hard Deck too.”

“That’s where they met, right?” He asked.

Summer hummed in response.

“They must hate that Penny owns it now, huh?” Hangman chimed in.

Summer nodded, “Especially since she freaked my parents out by saying all the Benjamin women are fated to meet the love of their lives there.”

Nat paused her pushups, cackling at that.

“Phoenix, it’s not that funny,” Bob said before realizing she was laughing about Hangman. “Oh.”

An awkward silence is shared amongst the four adults, and Phoenix resumes her pushups.

“Hangman, can I talk to you for a second?” Summer asked, standing up and walking out of earshot of the others.

“Good time to hit the showers, Bob,” Hangman suggested before following the young woman.

“What’s up?” He asked her.

“I just wanted to thank you for last night. It was nice of you to let me crash in your room.” She said quietly, even though they were out of earshot.

“Any time.” He nodded, awkwardly punching her shoulder softly.

The aviator cringed once he processed the action. “Sorry,”

Summer laughed at him, amused by knowing that she made the blond nervous.

“I know you probably ate already, but do you wanna get breakfast? Or brunch? Whatever it is.” She asked.

“Right now?” Jake asked.

“Unless you have other stuff to do.” Summer backtracked.

“No, no. I mean, I do, but not for about three more hours. They give us breaks in between so we don’t get overwhelmed.” He said, reaching for his phone to check the time.

“Cool,” Summer said. “I just have to change. And probably shower first; I feel gross.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take one too. Are you going back home or?” He asked.

“It might be easier to shower here, don’t you think?” Summer suggested.

“Right,” Jake was struggling to hold back a grin.

“I just need Nat’s key.” She reminded him.

“Phoenix, you almost done?” Hangman called over to her.

“You in a rush to get somewhere, Hangman?” Nat called back.

“Just figured Hastings would like to change.” He shrugged.

Nat’s eyes shot over to her friend, noticing that she was wearing Hangman’s clothes. She quickly finished her pushups and then rushed over to the brunette.

“Oh my god, I spaced and forgot you’re a civilian for a second. And I made you wear Hangman’s clothes. I’m the worst friend ever. I’m sorry.” She winced as she pulled her friend back to base, Hangman trailing behind them, smirking.

“Nat, it’s okay. They’re just clothes.” Summer laughed.

“But you smell like him now.” Nat wrinkled her nose.

“And that’s why you’re teaching me how to use the showers here.” Summer said.

“Unless you want her to smell like me all day. I’m sure you’d love that, Trace.” Jake said as he popped up on the other side of Summer, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with Hangman,” Nat begged.

“All we did was sleep. What makes you think I did?” Summer asked, completely ignoring the man next to her.

“He’s been more annoying than usual today.” Nat rolled her eyes and glared at Jake, causing him to drop his arm from Summer’s shoulder.

“What have you been doing?” Summer asked Jake.

“I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’ve been my charming self, as usual.” He smiled.

“Hangman charming or Jake charming?” Summer turned her attention back to Phoenix.

“Please, we barely know who Jake Seresin is.” Nat laughed.

It was true. The other aviators knew Hangman. The only people that knew Jake were his family and now, Summer. Hangman had stuffed his hands in the pockets of the flight suit, and Summer took advantage of Phoenix’s rambling about how annoying the blond had been earlier that morning. Summer discretely moved her hand to grasp Jake’s forearm, urging him to take it out of the pocket. She subtly grinned when he obliged, and she successfully intertwined their fingers, keeping their hands out of Phoenix’s sight.

However, Jake was freaking out. He knew that if Phoenix caught them holding hands, he would take the blame for it. Jake would end up covering for Summer because Phoenix wouldn’t believe Summer initiated it. He liked the adrenaline it gave him, so he ran his thumb across her knuckle, grinning when she squeezed his hand. Their handholding got interrupted when they reached Phoenix’s room.

“I’ll grab our stuff,” Phoenix said. “Don’t worry, I’ll take some time so you can say goodbye however you see fit. If she looks kissed, you’re fucked, Seresin.”

“I think this is the most I’ve ever felt threatened by her,” Jake said as soon as the door closed behind her.

“She’s protective,” Summer said.

“She loves you. She’s your big sister.” He said.

“Oh, yeah. I’m Summer Hastings-Trace.” She laughed.

“Don’t forget to tack on Bradshaw,” He laughed along.

“I’ll see you in thirty minutes?” Summer asked as she tugged on the bottom of his shirt.

“Can you make it fifteen?” Jake asked, tucking messy strands of hair behind her ears and then cupping her face.

“How about we make it twenty-five?” Summer negotiated.

“Deal,” He agreed. “Only if you promise to keep those warm for me at night.”

He had gestured to the clothes she was wearing. His clothes. Summer’s cheeks burned pink; it started happening more frequently as she spent time with the thirty-two-year-old.

“Jake?” She asked, still blushing while he stared at her. “What are you looking at?”

“Hastings, do you realize how hot you are?” He whispered.

“What?” She whispered back.

Jake slowly inched closer, tilting his head to be at eye level with her. Summer wrapped her arms around his sides and pulled him a little closer. Whatever trance they were in broke as soon as they heard Nat’s doorknob turn. Summer practically threw herself against the wall when she jumped back.

“Come on, Sum, let’s go,” Nat said as she shoved Summer’s overnight bag in her hands.

“See you in a bit, then?” Jake asked.

“Not if I see you first,” Summer laughed awkwardly.

Jake went for a hug but decided not to at the last second. Instead, he walked past the two women in the direction of his room.

“I’m not even gonna lie to you. I was eavesdropping, so I know you’re going on a date after you shower. Why are you guys acting weird?” Nat nudged her friend in the direction of the bathroom.

“We’re not acting weird.” Summer said lamely.

“And my hair isn’t black.” Nat rolled her eyes.

Twenty-five minutes later, the two women emerge from their showers. Summer slipped on a pink sundress with sandals while Natasha settled for shorts and a tee paired with sneakers. Their hair was still wet, but Nat had time to blowdry hers since she had nowhere to be.

“My hair’s gonna frizz,” Summer whined as they walked back to Nat’s room.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before making your date.” Nat laughed.

“My brain turns into mush when he’s around. It’s not my fault.” Summer said.

“And he turns into a golden retriever. I know.” Nat nodded.

“Still hate him?” Summer asked.

“Give me a few months,” Nat answered simply.

“Natasha Trace! I might only have two weeks with him, and you want me to wait months?” Summer glared at her friend.

Nat’s in the middle of laughing when Javy runs in, seemingly out of breath.

“What’s going on, Coyote?” Nat quickly switched into work mode.

“They need us in the debriefing room. You know where Hangman is?” His question was directed at Summer.

Summer shook her head no and pulled out her phone, dialing Jake’s number. She paced the hallway as it was ringing and hung up when he called out to her from the opposite end of it.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asked as he walked up to the other three.

“Debriefing room. Now,” Coyote said seriously.

Phoenix and Coyote walked in the direction of the conference room quickly. Jake followed immediately, dragging Summer along but stopping short when they got to the door.

“Stay right here, baby. I’m hoping this isn’t too long,” Jake muttered before pressing a quick kiss to the crown of Summer’s forehead and then disappearing into the meeting room.

Forty-five minutes later, Summer sat frozen from shock. Natasha had told her the mission got bumped up a week, which meant Summer and Jake would have less time than they thought.

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lqfiles · 22 days

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hi im lowkey new to ur blog but after seeing u repost the lucas stuff i was more happier to follow u omg...

im such a big wayv stan, i literally found kpop and nct through wayv and they have just carried me through life. so the whole lucas situation makes me mad in general because people don't even acknowledge how lucas's scandal SEVERELY stunted wayv's growth? like people were like "ohhh but lucas probably misses being with his members" DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND THAT LUCAS WAS SUCH A BIG PART OF CARRYING WAYV'S IMAGE??? and now sm just debuting him makes me so mad im just i want more for my wayv babies...

and also i lowkey never liked lucas in wayv... felt like the differences between roles of hendery and winwin were blurred and lucas took so many lines...... even though their skillset is basically the same. - 🤠

i feel so honoured..

and thats another factor that makes me resent him. i know i said i wouldn’t talk more about this but the fact that his scandal had put wayv on a TWO YWAR HIATUS and damaged their career to the point where they were even worried themselves, he took away two years of them that they could’ve used to grow as artist. and the fact that SM is letting him stay there is so wild in the sense that it’s just somewhat disrespectful to keep the reason one of their artists got a bad rep with them in the same company.. but what do we really expect from a company like SM 😭

AND SO DID I i never thought he had much talent i won’t lie, his boss verse was weak and relied on his deep voice, his yestoday rap was a JOKE the fact that he was on the song with markdoyong is wild to me like it’s giving charity work.. his tone was always jarring to me because he raps like he’s trying to intimidate you with his voice instead of actually trying to rap like STAY OUT OF THE STUDIO. he doesn’t bring anything amazing to table which is why i still never understand why he was in SUPERM like see should’ve realised SM dickrides him the minute they put him in that line-up honestly 😭

#asks.#from 🤠 anon

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singlethread · 1 year

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why do you not think 911 is queerbaiting its audience

Because we have good queer rep in the show. Name another network show that has a black lesbian couple that is married and in an overall extremely healthy relationship and while they do underutilize Karen in my opinion the henren moments we do get are fucking beautiful. We even got a fade to black scene this season and a renewal of vows last season. And they love each other and communicate and have a full fucking family on top of the found family they have with the firefam.

Michael would still be around if he hadn’t had forced the writers to write him out. But instead of burying their gays, which they very well could’ve done. Michael dying would’ve been extremely impactful to multiple characters and it would not have shocked me if they had killed him off. They didn’t, they let him move where he’s still with his fiancé/husband (I can’t remember if they officially got married) and he’s still happy.

While I believe buddie going canon would be great queer rep in terms of showing a slowburn queer relationship between two characters that many viewers may believe are straight. They are not the end all be all of representation, mlm couples ultimately get the most screen time in terms of queer relationships, especially one where a white man is involved. While I do personally believe that it would be a disservice to the show to not make buddie go canon it would not be the end of the world if they didn’t.

Like if you don’t want to be “baited” by them simply don’t watch through that lens. It’s a show that is more than just the Buck and Eddie show and I think it’s a shame how much everyone focuses solely on their relationship when there are so many other special ones that get showcased as well.

#amelia answers asks #911 fox #also stay out of my inbox with this in the future please #911 is a source of joy for me and while I’m happy to spread how I feel about it to others #I don’t wanna be forced to defend something that I love on my blog

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hi hi! this request is for Elliot - elliot and the reader are on this school trip and they’re forced the share a room together.

prompts- one bed trope, enimes to lovers, kinda smutty. ‘I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.' ‘Being alone together was not the best idea.'

love this and you! i did already write something exactly like this so i just kind of tweaked it to fit the prompts :)

When the school said they were putting together a trip for their senior class, I think we all had higher hopes. Not that a weekend at a water park with no chaperones wasn’t fun, it was and a lot of people were excited that the school came up with this. Maybe they felt bad that we have to live in such a shitty time where everyone’s life is on their phone and love is paid for in nude pictures. And the fact that they were sending us alone, without adults, was going to be awesome. Until we learned about the room situations.

Our graduating class had an odd number of both guys and girls. There were two to a room which means that most girls would get to share with another girl and most guys would get to share with other guys. Except two unlucky people, one guy and one girl. Now, the school did have a say in who roomed together. They assigned everyone a partner, silently hoping it would get the normal cliques to break up and to meet new people. We were graduating after all and we didn’t even know half of the people in our grade by name. But that means they were also in control of the one girl and one guy that had to sleep in a room together.

They could’ve easily decided to have a couple share the room. To pick any of the thirty couples in our grade. But no. Maybe they were concerned that between the horniness of most people my age and the lack of sexual education classes held at the school, that a baby would come out of it. And that puts a bad rep on their already mediocre, ‘three out of five star’ school.

And of course it was me.

I was quiet at school, didn’t really have many friends and I didn’t really talk to people of the opposite sex. I avoided them like the plague for the most part, remembering my grandmother’s words in my ear telling me to stay away from boys, that they were no good. And I saw it first hand, people like Nate Jacobs with a whole list of red flags. And sure, there were guys in my grade who were smart, sensitive, and handsome. But those men didn’t talk to me that often.

Except one and he did go out of his way to talk to me.

In fact, he went out of his way to talk to me any chance he could. Only because he knew it drove me mad, my cheeks heating up every time he would send me a wink from across the room. He knew it made me flustered and he knew that fact that I didn’t know how to talk to him. He loved making me squirm and I never knew why. All I know is that he would laugh and grin like an idiot every time I would quickly brush past him in the hallway, a smirk on his face, a nervous smile on mine.

I could barely look the kid in the eyes, so it’s fitting that we had to be roommates for a full weekend.

And the kicker: There was only one bed.

“I mean, sharing is caring.” Elliot whispers in my ear behind me, his chest pressed up against my back as I look over to expanse of the room. And it’s missing bed. A shiver runs down my spine at his proximity, his bag thumping against the floor as he drops it.

“I don’t think that applies to our situation, Elliot.” I huff, taking a step into the room as he gasps teasingly. Turning around to look at him, his shoulder rests against the doorframe as he smiles proudly at me.

“She speaks!” He chuckles, his eyes squinted delightfully as he laughs, my cheeks warming. I roll my eyes, making my way towards the bed as he finally enters the room, shutting the door behind him. My heart pounds as he approaches me, my butt landing against the mattress as he smiles at me. “Maybe the teachers knew how much you couldn’t stand a conversation with me and wanted to help a man out. Be my wingman.” He winks, a small laugh leaving my lips as I look down at my phone, waiting for texts from my friends regarding plans. He quietly makes his way around me, sitting down next to me on the bed as he sighs. “If you’re really uncomfortable, I can sleep on the floor or something.” He offers, his voice suddenly genuine and no longer teasing. I look over to him, my head plowing against my ribs as he smiles softly at me. “I only kind of half mean that.” He whispers, a grin stretching across my lips as he gently bumps me with his elbow.

“I think this is karma for being so mean to my mother all those years.” I whisper, my eyes straight ahead as I stare at the empty tv in front of me, a laugh leaving Elliot’s lips. "Being alone together is not the best idea."

“Oh come on, Y/n. I don't bite!” He whispers, his arm slinging around my shoulder as I huff, the nerves in my stomach growing at his touch. “Not unless you're into that sort of thing." He giggles to himself, so proud of his flirting, loving the awkward reaction it pulls from me. "So what do you want to do? Eat? Swim?” He asks, a yawn leaving my lips as my eyes close. “Sleep? It’s only nine.” He chuckles at my exhaustion, my phone buzzing in my lap as I open it. Frowning at my friends’ texts, them deciding that they just want to stay in tonight. I feel Elliot’s eyes on me as his gaze lowers to my phone. “Awe well that sucks. More time with me, I guess. Maybe karma is on your side after all.” He flirts, patting my thigh as I frown.

“I hate you.” I whisper, the teasing tone in my voice extremely evident as I glance over to him. He smiles widely, his hand on his chest as he feigns bashfulness.

“Awe, you really mean that?”

Another hour or two passes, my body slipping into the bed, a book in my hands. Elliot has taken over the bathroom for the last half an hour, his music blaring as steam seeped under the door. I had to stop myself from wondering further of what was happening in the room next door, towel on his waist, hair dripping. That wasn’t the only thing dripping.

The door opens, Elliot appearing in the doorway as I take the moment to look over his frame. He wears a simple pair of boxers, a graphic tee covering his chest as his hair air dries. He looks delicious if I’m being honest. As the butterflies grow in my stomach, he enters the room quietly, the sound of his feet padding against the carpet the only noise in the room.

“Are you going to lay in the middle of the bed or are you going to make room?” Elliot asks with a teasing smile, my eyes leaving the book in front of me to look up at him. I huff, deadpanning as he breaks out in a grin.

“I don’t know. I’m still contemplating putting you on the floor like a dog.” I reply with an attitude, his eyes widening in delighted shock. He gives me a proud nod, his tongue swiping out to wet his lips.

“Woof.” He mutters, going to take the pillow next to me but I shake my head, my hand stopping him. He looks up to me with a shocked expression, his jaw slack. “Oh, you want me close now?” He asks, sitting down on the bed next to me as I grab the pillow from his grasp, smacking him over the head with it without a second thought. He flops down onto the bed dramatically, a small, fake, groan leaving his lips. I chuckle, his head turning to look at me at the noise, a proud smile on his lips. Fuck you. I bite the inside of my cheek, my legs curling up against my chest as I close my book.

“You’re liking this too much.” I whisper, the smile not leaving my lips as he gazes at me, his eyes soft as ever. He gives me a slight playful shrug, his eyes closing momentarily as he smiles.

“I really am.” He chuckles, his gaze moving to the ceiling as his hands rest on his chest. A few moments pass in silence, my mind happy to have the time to recover before I need to think of my next witty comment.. “You need anything before I get in bed?” He asks, my hands coming up to cover my cheeks as I stare at him. I’d never seen him in this light before. He looks so soft. His hair is still damp from the shower, the nail polish on his fingernails chipped, his eyes soft as he looks at a single spot on the ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly, comfortably. He doesn’t have his typical smirk on his lips, some (not all) of the mischief has left his expression, his eyes fluttering over to look at me after my lack of reply.

“Uh, if you could just turn the light off.” I whisper, my voice not coming out as smoothly as I would have originally liked it to. He chuckles at my stuttering, my cheeks hurting from my smile as he sits up.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you.” He sends me a wink over his shoulder as he makes his way across the room, his fingers flipping the switch on the wall. The room is dark, the only light coming from the lights in the parking lot through our window. He switches on the light on his phone, making his way over to the bed as I pull back the covers. He silently thanks me with a smile, his frame quickly hopping under the blankets with me. I scoot over as far as I can without making it obvious, my book now discarded on the table next to me. When he turns his flashlight off, that’s the first time in a bit that my genuine nerves return to my system. Sensing my discomfort, he speaks up. “Is this your first time sleeping with a guy?” He asks, my head turning to look at him, my eyes adjusting in the low light. He’s turned towards me, his arm resting under the pillow, the other on top of the blanket next to me. My cheeks warm at his innuendo, his sultry tone heard in the quiet room.

“No, Elliot. I’m not a prude.” I chuckle, my legs tucking up to my chest as I face him, my knees brushing against his stomach. My chest stalls for a moment, my eyes looking over his face as he smiles.

“You say that as if I should know that already.” He whispers, my shoulders shrugging gently. “I don’t know much about you other than you can barely look me in the eyes and that I make you extremely nervous.” He adds, my eyes rolling as I scoff, his quiet laughter filling the room. Music booms around us from the room next door, some of the students deciding to make the most of our first night.

“I can look you in the eyes. And you used to make me way more nervous than you do now.” I chuckle, thankful that he’s unable to see my flustered expression. He hums in acknowledgement, his hand gently reaching up to run through my hair. I let him, my smile growing as the butterflies in my stomach seem to get increasingly more violent. I pray that he’s unable to see me smiling like an idiot, but based on his small chuckle, I think he can.

“I like you.” He whispers, my eyes fluttering up to meet his as my jaw slacks a bit. I stutter for a few moments, trying to find the words to say back to that as he grins. Cocky fucker.

“That sucks. Get over it.” I giggle, my tone not conveying the words that leave my lips, his head shaking defiantly. He can tell I’m nervous, the hand that gently rests on my cheek making my head spin as I fight my anxiety.

“Nope, it’s impossible to get rid of me now.” He replies through a smile, my eyes rolling playfully at his words, knowing full well they’re true. “And you wanna know what? I think you like me too.” He adds, my eyebrows rising playfully at him as he shrugs.

“Oh, you think so, Elliot? Is that a fact or are you just guessing?” I ask, my confidence rising as his thumb brushes against my cheekbone, his body seemingly getting closer to mine as I let out a shaky breath.

“Do you even have to ask?” He chuckles, my head turning to press into the pillow. He laughs at my reaction, his arm lowering under the blanket to reach out. He gently wraps an arm around my waist, his hand resting on my back as he pulls me closer to him. I feel his breath on my nose, my head tilting up to look up at him as he smiles. “Can I kiss you?” He questions, the words not completely surprising me, but still making my head spin at the thought of his lips on mine. Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, I shake my head with the biggest smile.

“No.” I respond playfully, his other hand reaching up to cup my cheek regardless of my words.

“I’m gonna do it anyways” He nods, his nose gently bumping against mine as I take an unsteady breath in, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears as I chuckle nervously.

“This isn’t very consensual.” I giggle quietly, my eyes fluttering shut at his proximity, my lips brushing against his as he whispers.

“I couldn’t give less of a shit.” And with that, his lips press against mine, my body reacting immediately as I relax into his hold. My hand gently rests on his chest, our noses bumping as he tilts his head, his lips parting to deepen the kiss. The room is even more quiet now, the sounds of our heavy breathing as the sheets rustle, my body pressing against his.

His hands are seemingly everywhere at once; on my waist, my ribs, my arms, my neck and back up to my cheeks. My fingers wind through his hair, my head spinning as his hands dip under my shirt, his fingers splaying against the bare skin of my back. Pulling away abruptly, my forehead rests against his collarbone as he chuckles quietly. I try my best to catch his breath, the sound of his heart beat through his chest comforting me. It’s faster than mine is. He sighs gently, his lips pressing against my hairline, my skin erupting in goosebumps at the feeling of his hands on my heated skin. I grin like an idiot, silence consuming us as my eyes grow heavy, his breathing slowing down exponentially. Suspecting sleep will overcome the both of us soon, I reach over, my arm wrapping around his waist as I snuggle into him without a word. Any words that could possibly be said on my end are shoved to the back of my mind, deciding to let my future self deal with it in the morning.

“So how was your day?” He whispers, a snort leaving me as I pinch his side.

“Can’t you just shut up and go to sleep?”

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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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took a while to get out, but in a similar but opposite toned way to last week, here are my long, rambly, and barely coherent thoughts about episode 9 “The Crossing”

which are thankfully much more positive than last week 😋

where do I even begin y’all. the vibe of this episode really emphasized the end of episode 8 with its melancholy; we didn’t even get any dialogue for the first couple of minutes. all of them silently exiting the Marauder as just the four of them was painful to watch. and it didn’t take long to get into the sibling squabbles after that.

which, as I’ve mentioned before, was another great example of why I think this show does an excellent job selling TBB as siblings. the Clones in general have always been good sibling rep, but TBB does it the best imo. Wrecker and Tech’s bickering with Hunter and Omega pitifully trying to stop it was *chef’s kiss*. even Tech and Hunter hounding Omega about being careful with the ipsium was very “older sibling trying to be the parent”, especially with Omega’s mocking responses LOL. I mean, we even finally got a confirmation that they see each other as family! finally!! thank you Omega!! \o/

speaking of Omega! my girl has really learned how to express herself, as we saw with her rant in episode 8, and I’m glad she was letting her feelings out to the boys. yes, she was overly emotional, but it was understandable! she’s still a child, and it’s hard to process loss without getting emotional, trust me.

that being said, it’s still unfortunate that the boys aren’t the same way. Wrecker has been the only one who’s ever been comfortable showing his emotions and feelings, but even so, he clearly still struggles with it. I really hope we get to a point where the boys are able to open up more (although they admittingly have improved since the beginning thanks to Omega).

now for some specific moments I enjoyed or were just notable to me.

firstly, Hunter’s spidey senses going off not once, not twice, but THREE times this episode. oh Lordy. if I didn’t know he had enhanced senses, I woulda thought he was freaking Force sensitive with how in tune he was with what was going on. him sensing that something had happened to Omega and Tech? hello?? is he really THAT sensitive, or was that his Dad™ senses going into overdrive LOL

next, I obviously have to talk about the Lion King stampede (thank you Kiners for the blatant spoilers ROFL). OMG I felt so bad for Wrecker, poor baby. him complaining about his back afterwards was a MOOD. and then the exchange with him and Tech, “why don’t YOU carry it?” “fine.” I laughed SO hard, peak sibling humor 😂👌🏻 Hunter holding onto the wire tho... Lord have mercy 🥵

and now circling back to Hunter again cause I’m not done talking about my man yet. can we just appreciate how well he was able to keep himself together in this episode with all the chaos? he could’ve easily joined in with the bickering or gotten frustrated, as we saw him do in “Entombed”. but no, he stayed calm the whole time, even when confronting Tech about his behavior. the only time he actually got frustrated was with Cid (rightfully so). I know that man is a boiling pot of emotions inside, but still he remains the calm and collected leader, keeping everyone on track and not escalating anything further. my man... I love him so much 😩💙

last specific thing I wanna mention cause OMG am I still mad about it. Cid. what. the. HECK. as someone who has loved this character since we first saw her, I’m with TBB (and the rest of the fandom!) on this one. she crossed a line. I gave her the benefit of the doubt with the riot racing, but this was TOO far. she’s gonna catch these hands fr 😤

ok! now I’ll talk about the more serious subjects again. I’ve got two things I wanna talk about because hoo boy, do they relate to me personally.

I wanna talk about the subject of loss and dealing with trauma. if you read my post from last week, you’ll know that I was absolutely devastated by the loss of Echo, regardless of it being temporary or not. it brought me down to one of the lowest points I’ve been at in YEARS. so yeah, having this episode showcase Omega (and the others) going through the exact same thing? yeah.

honestly? I needed that. I needed to have my own feelings validated as much as Omega did, and I got exactly that. Omega wasn’t just upset, she was angry and hurt and worried and didn’t know how to handle all of those emotions at once. it was way too real. that’s what trauma does to you; it gives you way too many emotions to process all at once, so it often comes out in unpleasant ways. I’ve learned to process my own feelings through years of therapy, but clearly it’s still something I struggle with. and I always will. that’s just how trauma works. and I think this subject was portrayed perfectly in this episode.

and now, the absolute cherry on top for this already perfect and beautiful episode... my boy Tech.

I’m not kidding when I say I’m getting emotional writing this cause umm... YEAH

so I’ve been labelling myself as neurodivergent for a few years now. I began to suspect I might have ADHD back in like, 2019 I think, and since then, I’ve also strongly suspected I might just be overall autistic. I haven’t gotten an official diagnosis yet but... I know I’m somewhere on the spectrum, I have to be. and this show has been one of the things that’s helped me realize that. I’ve been 100% behind the “Tech is autistic” train since the early days of the show. I also strongly believe the entire squad is neurodivergent in some way, even Echo and Omega. mostly because I can relate to them in many ways in terms of behavior. I’m not gonna get into a discussion about that here though, I’ll save it for another post✨

the bottom line though is that me being able to see myself in these characters has been one of the major reasons I love the show so much. so now having this canon confirmation about Tech has made me absolutely ecstatic.

after we were done with the episode, @jam-n-ham were talking (as we always do), and she had a hard time getting behind the idea of Tech basically being confirmed autistic. but as we talked about it, she realized that the whole issue between Omega and Tech mirrored a lot of issues she and I have had in the past. and the convo between the two of them by the water was extremely similar to convos she and I have had in the past. again, I myself am not officially diagnosed but... I’m just sayin’ 😬

so uhh, yeah. I’m obviously very happy about this, to the point where I can’t even be sad about them being currently stranded on that planet for who knows how long. the well-done portrayal of Omega’s grief coupled with canon neurodivergent Tech has uplifted me to the point where I literally can’t be sad anymore. this episode gave me hope, y’all. which is why I’m not worried about them. I know they’re all gonna be ok in the end. they have to be. they will be.

cause even when you’re grieving or dealing with mental illness... you still can have hope. it’s gonna be ok 💙💙💙

oh, and one more actual last final thing I wanna say. because of this episode, I’m no longer worried about getting an official diagnosis for my mental illness. in fact, I plan on talking to my therapist about it and seeing if I can schedule an appointment to get checked out. I’ve been debating about doing it for a couple years, and now I’ve finally got the courage to do it. so yeah. that’s a thing 😊

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb season 2 #have I mentioned before how this show has literally changed my life?#cause yeah this show has literally changed my life #just throwing that out there #I'm throwing hearts at Jen and Brad and Dave; I hope they get them #\o/#star warz #tbb spoilers

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wait are there people earnestly defending genshin by saying that dark skin just doesn't work in anime style?

oh that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Other stuff I’ve seen (on my own damn, very neutrally worded post even) are

-but but there’s light skinned people in the Middle East too they’re just representing them! (Ok and where are the dark skinned people? MENA/SWANA isn’t 98% lily white WHERE ARE YOUR BRONE AND BLACK PEOPLE?)

-no one cares lol (hm well there’s 1k+ notes on this and 25+ comments all agreeing this was a wasted opportunity, so clearly by statistical alone you’re…wrong. Quite a few people care actually!)

-china doesn’t care about dark skinned people so they won’t put dark skinned people in! (Holy xenophobia. Uh. Ok so china DOES have a serious issue w colorism+racism BUT it’s also not a racial monolith AND it also has some pretty diverse gatcha games already? For starters there’s arknights and dislyte, and there’s absolutely more. Don’t use an entire country to shield one company’s shitty racist decisions bc that’s ALSO racist)

- his skin is white bc he’s based off a fennec fox which has white fur (literally when has any kemonomimi design based the skin color off the fur and not the hair. Even yae miko FROM GENSHIN has pink fur and pink hair, her skin is independent of that)

-I personally am from that region and am pale so I do not see the problem (ok good for you? But tons of people who ARENT pale (or who are but wanted more diversity) are rightly frustrated that the first region where they had an honest reason to make more people dark skinned refuses to go darker that a cafe au lait. they aren’t doing this to rep light skinned south Asians or North Africans or whoever they’re doing it bc they don’t think it’s worth it to represent darker skin tones and YOU KNOW THIS. Don’t be stupid at me)

on that note, I’ve seen very similar trains of dumbasses run on other people who have brought up legitimate complaints on the outfits that the sumeru cast has been put in. It doesn’t matter how well they researched actual Persian dancer outfits or the effect western oreintalism and movies like Aladdin has had in it and the perception of their dance and culture, or their personal relation to it, or how they word it, a bunch of idiots will inevitably be like ‘well I think that the outdated inaccurate racist outfits that they referenced off of other gatcha games and jrpgs from the 90s is sexy and I don’t care about this so shut the fuck yo and stop asking them to do better’ and it pisses me off, honestly

Like really? Why is this so hard for people to understand? If you’re going to use real life cultures you have to try and be respectful of them-and the real life ones are often WAY prettier and more creative than anything a lazy sterotypes from the 1800s could’ve come up with. We can do better now and it looks better feels better and is more interesting and engaging so why are people so resistant to it? Why does it hurt their brains so much to think about the fact they aren’t the center of the world for once? Idk

And for the record, before anyone gets any ideas, fgo is NOT better just bc arjuna and ashwatthama are actually dark skinned. You can’t say shit about how racist Scheherazade’s design is on twitter without a bunch of people who think masturbating to porn filtered with racial tags applied makes them culturally sensitive screaming at you about how you’re too easily offended and need to get over yourself; bc as we all know the hypersexualization and fetishization of dark skinned women isn’t a serious irl issue that is perpetuated by stupid shit like a gatcha game having its horny h*rem girl design tell you that you should just station her in your bedroom bc that’s all she’s useful for when you summon her! (THIS IS SARCASM)

Like ffs one side here is obviously more easily offended than the other and it’s not the one you think…

#neg post #my asks #SORRY THIS SEEMS OUT OF NOWHERE BUT IT BOTHERS ME SO MUCH #for the record I am white but like #i hate how no one can address racism in any of these games without being fucking dogpiled! get over yourselves!#read some books in this shit bc it DOES effect the real world even if you scream it doesn’t #just the most annoying thing ever bc you’ll be having a normal decent discussion and some asshole will smash in and start howling about how #everyone is so easily offended no one can say anything like my good bitch you are the offended one here

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