#where i had to cut out the image i wanted bc i couldn't find one without a fake transparent background

[sugarywishes]

How did the Aftons react to Evan's death via the bite?

About time I get an angsty question, let's dive right in!!

The Afton Family (we'll get into specifics in a minute)

- Well, it was a death in a established/popular entertainment location. Not to mention a gruesome death, so obviously everyone and their mother not only made several tabloids and news reports, they also interviewed/interrogated EVERYONE AT THE PARTY

- so what a joy it was to not only have the company's name slandered, but your family was constantly harrassed about the whole situation too!!

- Michael and Elizabeth's classmates would always ask them about the incident, to the point where William pulled them out of school for a while

- Their neighbors became extremely nosy abt it as well (asking about funeral plans, if they were gonna have Michael arrested etc) and the family itself was already pretty isolated, so they basically became antisocial afterwards and avoided talking to people

- I briefly mentioned this in the Charlie post, but William was kicked out of the company shortly afterwards (my version of Henry was originally kind of a self-centered, prideful man before Charlie...yk ☹) bc of the bad publicity towards him and the fact it was fucking up the business now (I'll list more reasons in a bit) so now the only friend the Aftons had was giving them the cold shoulder and cutting ties with them to avoid affiliations

Okay specifics time!! (This might be a long post so grab some 🍿)

Michael Afton (not the Michael color, I know, there's no gray!!)

- All Mikey wanted to do was just prank Evan, teach him a lesson for getting him in trouble more than usual.

- Nice going, Michael.

- Oh boy. This guy went to a literal state of shock (I'm talking HE FROZE IN FEAR KINDA SHOCK) as soon as Fredbear's jaw closed

- He didn't even manage to 'wake up' until they were already in the hospital (Lizzie dragged him there)

- and of course Mike was scared and remorseful, his prank was quite literally meant to be a funny haha moment which ended up as him technically becoming a murderer 😭😭

- He nearly vomited and passed out as soon as he heard Evan died

- When Michael returned to school, best believe he lost all his popularity, now everyone knew him as the guy who killed his brother (the other kids involved in the prank distanced themselves as far away from it as possible) and so he became a friendless outcast :(

- Even Jeremy stopped talking to him, mostly because of what Jeremy's mom said about them for clout

- which totally didn't help his now declining mental health

Elizabeth Afton

- Lizzie was actually hanging around the bathroom area talking with Charlie when the bite happened, she would've been too late to stop it anyway

- She literally lost her twin. It's not the best feeling in the world.

- Of course she felt terrible about the whole situation but also,,,a sense of liberation??

- like, the one person who stood in the way of her gaining her father's love is dead. Mike doesn't give 2 shits about Will, and Clara is already in a loveless relationship with him. So now it leaves her as his new favorite

- she surprisingly was able to move on faster than the rest of her family (at least on the outside, as I said she did lose her baby brother)

- but it's not a fun life afterwards, considering she no longer had friends at school now since Will pulled her out quickly (and plus, Henry started cutting ties with the Aftons so now she couldn't hang out with Charlie!!) And again, she started losing her mind just like the rest of the family

Clara Afton

- Girly was just tryna to find a camera in the car outside, she didn't see or hear the bite thankfully (she did have to see the image of her bleeding son being carried out by his father though)

- Evan's death is truly what got her motivated enough to actually start fighting against Will's constant mistreatment of her and the kids

- but of course that doesn't last long. (Guess who ends up in Ballora?)

- because of the news (and more specifically, one particular news article made by a Mrs. Helen Fitzgerald, mother of Jeremy Fitzgerald,,,👀) she was now labeled a neglectful, hosebag mom who was probably in it for those Afton bucks 💸 which ruined her relationship with her neighbors and friends

- Remember, EVERYONES reputation was terribly slandered by the bite (and by the media wanting to cause more drama)

- She was already a stressed out, meek person because of her marriage with William, she got a lot worse after her baby died

William Afton (his is the LONGEST sorry for the text walls)

- He was just about ready to carry out Evan's birthday cake as soon as he heard the screams of terror

- He reacted almost instantly. William is not a very physically strong looking man, but he is powerful enough to break a robot's jaw open.

- He pulled Evan's body out (as best as he could, he was rushing to save him so who knows if some...chunks were still left inside 🤢🤢 sorry for the mental image)

- He didn't acknowledge ANYONE else in the room. And he didn't even have the rest of his family get into the car, he placed Evan in the back with a blanket wrapped tightly around his head and drove off, leaving the rest of the family to find another way to the hospital

- but of course his efforts were all for nothing.

- Everyone kinda expected him to become deranged and violently (publicly) abusive but for a while he was just...numb. and detached from everyone and everything. He wouldn't talk to a single person and would isolate himself in his workshop/basement to grieve

- (he didn't even bother punishing Michael for the accident, which set off a lot of red flags for Mikey who knew that something would snap inside his father soon)

- His already inconsistent sanity started cracking when his name and family were considered pariahs now (thanks a lot Helen for further spreading rumors about them)

- it became even worse when Henry kicked him out (According to Henry's excuses, he knew Will was likely never going to recover from the bite so he might as well give him an 'early retirement')

- (Basically, Will wasn't coming to work at all and wasn't making them money, his damaged reputation would ruin the now shitty rep of the diner more, and bc of the Aftons now being associated with the words 'horrible' 'neglectful' and 'irresponsible' , Henry just decided to tie up loose ends and get rid of him to save face) (Remember that Henry was an asshole and only got to his redemption journey once his daughter died)

- So, great. But what's this?? The closed Fredbear's Family Diner Fredbear animatronic is acting?? Off?? Sort of seems...alive??? You bet it is!!

- And of course, we all know what happens from there.

Thanks for asking! If you want more just ask!!

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #five nights at freddys #william afton #purple guy fnaf #Clara afton #mrs afton #mike Afton #Michael Afton #Elizabeth afton #lizzie afton #liz afton #the bite of 83 fnaf #Fredbear's family diner #henry emily #afton family #the afton family #hc #hcs #headcanons #headcanon #fnaf hc #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons #fnaf headcanon #the sugary wishes hcs list #jeremy fitzgerald #evan afton #crying child fnaf

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Alright we've finally reached the basement and backyard! This one might be extra long because there's a lot to cover

(image credits to/designs made using the app HomeByMe from Dassault Systèmes SE)

I don't think you can tell from the picture but there's a retaining wall across the front due to the hill that butts up against the front of the house, as mentioned in the last installment. There wasn't a front yard in the last part bc I imagine they're kind of right on the road (sort of like the og full house) and the driveway wraps around one side and down from the road in front to the garage in the back (I had already added a lot of extra space and stuff to this level and the app was starting to get a little glitchy so I decided against expanding the area further lol)

So anyway, the basement is where a lot of the various practical function type rooms are; we've got the laundry room in the front, the kitchen and the dining room on the right, etc.

There's the garage, please ignore the car that's in there as there weren't a lot of options and I know that one little minivan (I think it was a minivan?) is definitely not going to cut it for a household of this size but they didn't have any actual vans and I didn't have space to include multiple cars, so just use your imagination and picture that there are two more cars parked outside along the driveway or smthn (I'm thinking Steve has his car but he mostly lets Nancy or Jonathan drive it since his vision is starting to get worse, Eddie has his van, and Argyle still has the surfer boy pizza van bc he got to keep his old job but got transferred to a new location. Don't question the logistics of that it's not important)

You're probably wondering what the hell a "dog room?" is. I couldn't think of a better name for it, but basically I decided they should have a dog and that they adopt a stray they find, and this is the room where they keep the dog stuff. He's got a bed and a crate and his bowls in there, and it's also where they keep his food and all the other dog-related supplies. There's a door giving direct access to the yard from this room, and a hook by the door to hold a leash. All that said, the dog doesn't end up actually being in this room all that much besides when he eats, since everyone takes turns letting him sleep in their rooms and he's pretty much glued to his humans' sides when they're home

Beside the dog room is the aforementioned laundry room. I haven't decided for sure yet whether each person is responsible for their own laundry or if there's a designated laundry-doer (as well as other assigned chore roles) so we'll have to come back to that later

Next is the kitchen, and I'm following the lead of what seems to be majority consensus in fandom that Steve is a good cook, so he's usually the one making family meals in here. Also, El frequently sneaks down into the basement for late night eggos, and Will- who had become familiar with this habit of hers during their time in Lenora- sometimes accompanies her (trust that this au will have some strong willel sibling vibes bc its one of my favorite underexplored tropes in canon)

The kitchen is connected to the dining room; they're not actually separate rooms there's just a sort of mostly-for-aesthetic-purposes divider between them. The dining room is where they sit when everyone shares a meal or when they have company over for dinner, otherwise people just sort of take their food wherever they want if they're eating alone. They eat dinner together most nights

There's a door from the dining room out onto a patio, which is fitting since the patio is pretty much just a smaller, outdoor dining room (that's a picnic table in the middle). They grill sometimes but also just go out there to eat like, pb&js and chips in the warm sunlight and fresh air. It's also a place to sit and dry off or hang out after a swim, and the lower end has a pool shed where they store stuff like floats and nets and salt bags

Past the pool shed is the actual pool, which is an emotionally weighted part of the setting for several characters. El doesn't like the pool very much and mostly avoids it at first, but eventually she grows to love swimming (this au is also going to involve a lot of reclamation of things formerly tied to trauma). Steve on the other hand has very mixed feelings about the pool which he mostly tries to ignore. Mike tends to get weirdly clingy when Will wants to swim and always insists on going with him

Next to the back door is the external stairs to the deck on the first floor, and right inside the door is another mud room (don't ask me why they need two I didn't know what else to put in the space ok? Besides maybe it's just a matter of preference, some people prefer coming in through the basement and some prefer coming in through the first floor). Further in is the living room, which is sort of a more formal/intimate gathering space in some ways compared to the den upstairs; the den is for friends and neighbors, the living room is for family, if that makes sense? Or just for more "serious" company or family meetings

Back out into the yard, there's the gardening/tool shed, where Argyle likes to build birdhouses and the original party likes to tinker with old electronics, and where they keep the supplies for the greenhouse right next to it. They started growing their own fruits and vegetables out of necessity at first, back when everyone was nervous to leave the house, but now its use is mostly split between what Steve grows for use in the kitchen and Eddie & Argyle's home-grown weed

I think that's just about everything. The next installments will most likely be about roommate pairings and more in-depth bedroom designs

#full house au #stranger things fanfic #house plans #current project #duck designs houses (apparently)

[allekha]

Hi! Sorry to bother you about this but in one of your older posts you said Satoko talked about an ED in her book and if it's okay I was wondering if you could post what she said there? I totally understand if you don't want to, I'm just curious bc I thought she had some kind of condition causing her weight issues or smth but I couldn't find anything either way when I searched

(Content note for discussion of weight and disordered eating)

Hello, anon! It’s okay, I don’t mind, and it’s not a very long section. I’ll put the rest, including both her original words and my (amateur) translation, under a cut.

Before I read her book, I had a similar kind of impression as you did (and it’s always possible she has other things going on). I’m not sure if she’s talked about this elsewhere; I don’t remember seeing anything, and I skimmed through some articles about her and only found one throwaway mention. There an interview a few years back where she talks about learning to improve her eating habits and nutrition while rehabbing her hip fracture but says she previously skipped meals due to being busy.

Anyway, this part is from near the end of the book, in a section about her thoughts on her future and her interest in sports medicine.

怪我をきっかけに、別の側面からも「フィギュアスケーターの心身を守ることに少しでもかかわれたら」と考えるようになりました。

As a result of my injury, I began to also think from another perspective how I might be able to have even some small influence on protecting figure skaters mentally and physically.

私自身の経験を振り返ると、急激に身長が伸びた時期はなく、体型変化によって不調に陥ったことはありません。 それでも、体重のコントロールには相当に気を使っていました。自分で「これくらいが適正だろう」と考えている体重をオーバーし、身体が重いと感じてしまうのが嫌だったからです。 たとえば、朝に体重を測ってみたときに理想よりも重ければ、練習がある日でも食事は抑えていましたし、夕食で多めに食べることになりそうな予定がある日は、朝食と昼食を大幅に減らしたりもしていました。

Looking back on my own experience, there wasn’t a time when I had a sudden growth spurt or fell into a slump because of my figure changing. Even so, I put a considerable amount of care into controlling my weight. That was because I didn’t like how my body felt heavy if I went over the weight that I thought of as ‘this much seems about right’. For instance, if when I weighed myself in the morning, I was heavier than ideal, I would hold back on meals, even on days I was training, and I would also do things like drastically reduce both my breakfast and lunch when I had plans and it seemed like I would eat a lot for dinner.

しかし怪我をしてみてわかったのは、自分で適正だと考えていた体重では少なかったということです。 実際に維持すべき体重よりも少ない基準で調整していたうえ、毎日のトレーニングの負荷に対して体重も少なかったことが、股関節の疲労骨折という怪我につながることになりました。

However, what I learned from my injury was that the weight I thought of as correct was too low. It turned out that my hip fracture was connected to the fact that on top of keeping myself to a standard that was below the weight I should actually maintain, my weight was too low for the training load I had every day.

食事や体調管理について、アスリートとして指導を受ける機会はありました。しかし知識として理解していても頭の中に「身体が重い＝ジャンプが跳べない」というイメージが染みついてしまっていて、食事をしっかり摂ることができていませんでした。

As an athlete, I had opportunities to receive guidance on meals and managing my health. However, even if I understood it intellectually, in my head was the deeply ingrained image of ‘body is heavy = can’t do jumps’, and I wasn’t able to have proper meals.

今では、健康を維持するためにしっかり食事を摂るべきであること、ある程度の重さがあってもジャンプは跳べるということを理解しています。

Now I understand that I must have proper meals to maintain my health and that I can jump even with some amount of heaviness.

また、フィギュアスケーターにとって体重のコントロールは必要ですが、心身の健康を保つため、成長期には一定程度まで体重を増やすことも大切だと考えています。

Moreover, I’m thinking that while it’s necessary for figure skaters to control their weight, it’s also important for them to put on a certain amount of weight during periods of growth to sustain their mental and physical health.

将来的に、そういった医学的な見地からのサポートに少しでもかかわれればと考えています。

I’m thinking that in the future, I would like to have even some small influence on that kind of support from a medical point of view.

#figure skating #Satoko Miyahara #tw ed #tw weight talk #(Mostly) text post #Hope Satton is doing well now <3

[dreadsuitsamus]

fuck it just gonna write a little bit about my selfship family with kensei under the cut bc i want to 🤷‍♀️

we end up having four kids, three sons and a daughter. the boys are close in age, with our oldest (dominic) being only three years older than the twins (beck and phoenix). mila came around when the twins were ten, and it was entirely unplanned and unexpected but not unwelcome at all! kensei loves the boys very much, but when our last baby was revealed to be a girl he was happy to have a change of pace. boys are messy 🫠 he spent so long being a boy dad though, that he had no clue how to parent a little girl lol so our little mila has grown up in a very rough and tumble lifestyle, with the boys being rowdy and playful and her father often joining in or even straight up just starting the chaos himself. there are plenty of times where we sit on the couch while kensei and the boys wrestle, but as the energetic little bug she is, she can't help but join in eventually in a vain attempt to save one of her brother's from daddy's clutches. my bastard husband likes to drag me into it too, literally 😵‍💫 fucker will grab my ankle and pull me off the couch, literally no one is safe in our house except for our orange cat julian, though even he usually ends up jumping on top of the pile.

our kids are well behaved and respectful, though rambunctious as all hell. it can be troublesome for me to get them to calm down on my own, though The Look™ usually chills them out. when all else fails, though, kensei's drill sergeant voice booming will get them to pipe down and relax.

dominic, our first born, looks just like kensei, but younger and with freckles. he's tall, has fluffy white/silver hair, though he has heterochromia! one eye is brown, just like kensei's, and the other is blue, like mine. when he was little he had the cutest chubby cheeks, though they quickly went away as he started growing up. he's a spitting image of his father, and i always joke that the one blue eye is just about the only proof i have that he came from me. i'm his favorite parent 🤭 he says that my cuddles are better than his dad's, since kensei is all muscle and i'm like a pillow and blanket combined, since i'm so warm.

beck and phoenix are identical twins, and kensei's genes have once again absolutely steamrolled my own, though mine did fight back more than with dominic. the twins are blond, and that is a win in my eyes!! their eyes are brown and they also end up being quite tall, as kensei is 5'10 and a half (he insists on the half) while i am 5'10 myself. my favorite part about them is just how funny they are. they make kensei laugh so hard he turns red and has to excuse himself to go wipe away his tears 💀 he has never gotten through a parent-teacher conference without laughing at whatever prank they pulled on the class, and the only reason i bring him along to those meetings anymore is so i won't do the laughing myself. kensei can stand their energy more than me, and so they tend to gravitate towards him a little more than me.

mila, my precious, sweet baby girl, is really just all me with her father's hair color and eye shape. and attitude. kensei insists she gets that from me too but i disagree. she has kensei and her brothers wrapped around her finger and i find it quite amusing watching her play them for fools. and that she did get from me. she's her brother's broke best friend, as anytime they go anywhere all she has to do is ask in that sweet little baby voice of hers if she can go too and that's it. they're gone, and so is their allowance and paychecks when they get old enough to work. she's decided when she grows up, she wants to be a lawyer and when she told kensei, he thought about how expensive college would be and asked her why she couldn't be a dumbass like the twins 🤦‍♀️ mila's favorite place to be is between me and kensei, and even at twelve years old she hasn't grown out of that yet, which is perfectly fine with us!

the boys found julian in the backyard one day after kensei had kicked them out of the house so baby mila and i could get some much-needed sleep. he was a small little kitten and when kensei looked into those little dark eyes he was hooked. i'm his favorite and sometimes, he's my favorite too lmao he's not very bright sometimes and is a crazy thing, but the muguruma family is batshit insane so he fits right in.

kensei and i are as close as ever, even with four kids, a cat, and full time jobs for the both of us. we've been through a lot during our marriage, some times darker than others, but the love has never wavered once. we're thick as thieves and it's us against the world, always. we go on two dates a week, and one of our favorite spots is a drive-in movie theater and all we do is makeout in the bed of his truck lmao we haven't actually watched a movie in years. he's got my name tattooed in beautiful cursive on his right hand, but i couldn't tell you the last time he referred to me by my name rather than 'babe', 'babygirl', or 'beautiful'. i just call him ken 💀

#ellie.talks #selfship #kensei selfship

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

@fangirl-and-stuff I told you I'd figure out a way to get this posted, feat. my best attempts at filling in the reaction memes.

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTT

I JUST FINISHED READING AND I AM NOT WELL

FIRST AND FOREMOST I FUCKING KNEW HER BITCH ASS SNAKE OF A SPERM DONOR WAS THE ONE THAT HAD HER KIDNAPPED

"BITCH ASS SNAKE OF A SPERM DONOR" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ. Also- who else did you think it was gonna be??

IM SO GLAD THAT YOONGI SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD EVEN THOUGH I WISH THEY MADE HIM SUFFER MORE THAN GIVING HIM A QUICK DEATH

AND MC..... FUCKKKKKK POOR MC GOING THROUGH ALL THOSE HORRIBLE THINGS (I DONT WANT TO MENTION ANYTHING THAT DID HAPPEN SO I DONT TRIGGER ANYONE)

ALL BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GIVE HER TO THE PERSON WHO BOUGHT HER?!?! FUCK HIM AND AGAIN I WISHED HE SUFFERED MORE

I did originally plan for a long torturous death for him via hyung line feat. jungkook, but as I was actually writing the scene I decided I actually wanted (and fit the characterization better imo) yoongi to just end him then and there. Yoongi's line there is one of my favorite in the whole chapter

"Were you really going to sit there and let him talk about her like that? Cause I sure as fuck wasn't."

Truly, we stan.

When Jackson was introduced, I was skeptical bc wtf are you here and why do you want to help MC hmmmm???

And then when it cut to 8 years later and then seeing him gaslight and manipulate tf outta the MC... oooo it had my blood boiling

I TAKE IT BACK THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING. I HAVE BEEN LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS IMAGE FOR WEEKS NOW.

The overall consensus on Jackson is, no one likes him. And that was kinda the point. So I did my job. [Insert spoiler-y things here]

AND AHHHHHH THE WAY SHE ENCOUNTERED JIMIN WHEN HE WAS DROPPING OFF SOMEONE THAT THEY HELPED MADE ME SCREECH AND THE WAY THE CHAPTER CUT TO THE BOYS AND THEN MC WAS IMMACULATE BTW I LOVED THAT

AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK WAS LOOKING FOR MC AS HARD AS NAMJOON STILL DOES BC HE WANTS THEM TO BE REUNITED AND HAPPY AND AHHHHH MY FREAKING HEART

I'm glad that last scene worked the way I wanted it to, I was really worried about it. I kept sending little screenshots to my friends asking "does this make sense?? When it's written like this??"

AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WE GOT THE BACKSTORY OF HOW JOON AND JUNGKOOK MET AND HOW JIMIN AND TAE JOINED THEIR GANG AHHHHHHH

I mean I knew we were probably going to touch on that this chapter considering it covers the entire decade they were apart but like it was still a pleasant surprise

Namkook is so precious to me. Jungkook is too precious for this story.

Okay also that part where MC was hired to find JK had me giggling bc in the way that no one could find him bc he left Busan was basically the same way why the boys couldn't find MC bc she left Seoul to Busan. Did that make sense? I feel like it made more sense in my head but hopefully you understand hehe

I feel like I had more to say but I'm gonna reread the chapter again to remember but with that being said...

Happy and safe and healthy and secure is the endgame. It's just. It's gonna take a while. A very long while.

My dear author, I am so happy that you were able to finish this chapter and I am so excited to see how this story goes! I'm really glad I stumbled upon your story and I can't wait to read the scene of the aftermath of MC saying "I watched you close the door" I have a feeling it's going to be angsty in the best way. You go and rest that wonderful brain of yours, bestie... you earned it 💜💜💜

Oh my word darling, this is one of the best reviews I've ever gotten 🥰🥰 I am so glad that you're enjoying it so much, truly it makes my heart sing. I hope the next chapter meets your expectations and that you love it just as much 💜💜💜

#asks #answered #fangirl and stuff #lovely people #eot things #jay screams into the void

[plan-d-to-i]

Okay so this is kind of all over the place but..I saw this on my dash:

https://autumnslantern.tumblr.com/post/675290680576311296/thank-you-for-finding-these-id-forgotten-about-a

So, I'm not? Sure? How to feel? About this? Idk, I usually stay away from JC stuff in general (I am generally neutral on him bc like. The story ain't about him. I didnt spend too much time contemplating the guys inner thoughts, you know? I am here for wwx.) but I feel like the more I see fandom posts about this kinda stuff, the more I start to dislike him? Idk if that makes sense haha

But YEAH. Why is it that even when people are generally like "I like wwx, I just___" its always followed by what I see as victim blaming? Am I overreacting?? Idk idk...

lol let me clarify, when that account says it's "pulling from the novel" what it means is: op is pulling their null reading comprehension out of their ass and writing some moronic, nonsensical shit to make jc look like less of an asshole directly ignoring the intention of the author in regard to jc refusing to help WWX, WN & WQ.

Yes, jc told everyone WWX was the enemy of the entire cultivation world and didn't reveal that Wen Ning and Wen Qing risked everything to save his miserable life and returned the bodies of his parents (and Zidian) when Nie Mingjue asked directly and Lan Xichen spoke up for them, because he cared so much and he wanted to rebrand WWX's image! Totally! This is years after the end of the war. YunmengJiang is reestablished. jc didn't help because he didn't want to not because he couldn't. He let the situation become what it was. There's a difference between people believing some shit about WWX and WWX's former martial brother/Clan leader visiting the burial mounds and cutting ties with him and CONFIRMING IT ALL FOR THEM. MXTX even had JGY sum it all up nicely in the end:

"But what you have to understand is that, for what happened to Young Master Wei in the end, you are responsible too and in fact, you are very much so. Why did so many people crusade against the YiLing Patriarch? Why did they shout their support, no matter if they were involved or not? Why was he one-sidedly condemned by so many? Was it really their sense of justice? Of course not. A part of the reason is you."

Chances are if YanLi hadn't wanted to show off her dress he wouldn't have interacted w WWX again, considering the "aid" WWX was given was a dress fitting and a bowl of soup! lol

Also their point re: Mianmian : "And she still was very clearly not welcome anymore even if she wanted to be, jeered at and mocked on her way out the door." lol k

"Soon, some began to agree, “Women will always be women. They quit just after you say a few harsh words. She’ll definitely come back on her own, a couple of days later.”

“There’s no doubt. After all, she finally managed to turn from the daughter of a servant to a disciple, haha…”"

They clearly fucking thought she was going to come back.

Discussing anything w someone like that is futile bc they're starting from an intellectual point where they don't even have an iota of logic or reasoning. You might as well try to teach them to read all over again.

And all the - "guys", "listen guys". 🙃 The rhetoric is almost worse than the takes. And that's saying something.

#mdzs #answers #jiang cheng #wei wuxian

[wifiwuxians]

I feel like xue yang is a character who would be hesitant to reveal the things he likes to someone or even the things he wants because of course, knowing what someone wants is equal to having leverage over them and is sort of like handing someone a weapon and showing them where to cut to make the most damage. I think that then, considering that, the fact that xue yang disclosed to xxc about the candy and what happened to him as a child (and a qing too, but I think as a child herself, a qing would be indignant about what happened in a way that children are when perceiving injustices, whereas xxc would understand the effect an event like that would have on a child and respond kindly rather than with anger), he's sort of baring his neck to xxc - it's not just candy, it's a euphemism for naivety, for innocence, for a sweetness that xue yang couldn't have - and then xxc's response, giving xue yang the candy, is almost his own tentative form of offering himself to xue yang as a source of kindness, a relief from the pain.

Which is why I think xue yang was so obsessed with bringing xxc back. I dont think it was love at all, rather I think xue yang was almost addicted to xxc and the relief he gave him, much like an addict is addicted to drugs. That relationship was self destructive and more of a facade than anything else, and even while knowing this, xue yang still dared to find solace in something he couldnt have - in this way he mimicked his past self, the child on the road with a hand on the ground and a cart driving towards it with no intentions of stopping.

Ah, this is probably just me rambling, but it's a hot take I guess :)

I don't think it should be a hot take, I think you're onto something! The way I've always seen it has been that, despite how much he says he isn't stuck in the past, he has a desire to live out what he never had but somehow stumbled upon by accident. Does he deserve it? Absolutely not. Will he admit to even wanting it? Absolutely not. And yet it's plain as day.

I'm not sure I'd call it an addiction outright (since I don't wanna give people ANY AMMO LMAO) but it is very, very close. It's the fulfilment of a childhood wish! It's security and hope and a relief from pain. He has someone who cares about him and the life he deserves (or that he thinks he deserves shh) and everything is sunshine and rainbows. His little kid self, buried deep inside and locked away under layers of being a total dick, must be jumping for joy.

And then he blows it all up.

He can't even admit to himself that of course he'd like for things to go back to the way they were, because to do so would be to admit weakness, right? He has to cling to the image of someone who has no care for another and no interest in people outside of what he can use them for.

Omg okay my friend @aoxue and I literally talked about this the other day, how it genuinely could have been anyone. It just happened to be xxc. But like, anyone who showed xy kindness and lenience and patience, who cared for him as a parent or elder sibling would, would've received this twisted loyalty. I mean, jgy supposedly beats him to death and he still calls him a friend, right? It's just part of his character!

But there comes the interesting aspect of the undeniable hatred he has/had for xxc. How does he combat those two things, hating him and everyone like him yet wanting to be cared for? He mellows out for a good while but still doesn't hesitate to douse the coffin home on fire with everyone inside. He's just such a wretched person that he can't even just say, idk, "Hey I'm looking to restore his soul as a personal favor", no, he's still trying to cling to that hatred because let's be real, it hurts a lot less than to have to admit that you killed the only person who kind of cared about you.

"You" being "the person you pretended to be for years" and not "Xue Yang" bc we all know xxc doesn't care about him at all ekfjskcmsg

STILL... Oh no now I'm the one who is rambling. Anyways thank you for the ask! It's refreshing to see a point of view that doesn't rely on romantic love for once and I think you're very correct, and I also think xxc just has such a nurturing presence that it would've been impossible for xy not to end up conflicted about him in some regard

Closing thoughts I guess are that xy as a character within canon is frustrating because you see him have all these chances to just pack it up and be decent and he just throws it all in the trash. He can't even recognize affection within himself. He throws himself and everyone he refuses to admit he cares for under the wheels of that same ox cart from all those years ago, and it sucks.

#xue yang #THANKS FOR THE ASK IM GLAD SOMEONE IS PLAYIN #Also his missed opportunity big bro little sis dynamic with a-qing... SUCH A WASTE #Hate when fandom tries to pretend he didn't care at all for her HE DID HE'S JUST CRAZY AND STUPID #Xy character traits not listed here are an inability to express gratitude #And a tendency to cling to first impressions

[savagesbonergarage]

Nightsister OC pics and backstory ❤️

So I kinda got my Nightsister oc worked out today!

Meet Eilantha!

No makeup and with makeup since I like both. :) I know her outfit is Rey’s, but it turned out to be the one I liked best after going through all of them. This was so much fun to do! I’m on mobile rn so I don’t have a link, but search ‘rinmaru star wars avatar creator’ and it should be the first result.

The nightbrother is also an oc called Sever. He’s more bulky in my head and his tattoos are different and more brown than black, but whatevs. Also he looks more like a teenager here, which is NOT the vibe, lads. Mans is in his late 20's-early 30's. 👍

I know I’m sorta biased and all since she’s mine, but I’m in love with her? I’m not a huge fan of the Nightsisters and their misandry and general terrible-ness, but this girl is the exception. 💕 Learn more about her under the cut if you’d like. :)

She was born in 46BBY, making her around 27 in the final year of the clone wars. From the time she was a youngling it was clear that she had a natural affinity for magicks and spellcasting, which allowed her to participate in more advanced rituals and rites from an early age. This inevitably caused some contention among the sisters in her age group that felt this privilege was wasted on her, and therefore she had few friends during her time within the coven. She didn’t really mind, as she preferred to spend her days on her own anyway, learning as much as she could about whatever she fancied (usually spells that piqued her interest whose texts she discreetly snuck from within the cavern).

When she wasn’t studying, she loved music - writing, playing, and singing. It wasn’t anything like the typical malicious sounds of tribal chanting and drums you’d hear from within the grotto; not that she didn’t appreciate that also as she practiced it well, but her heart leaned toward a softer, more soothing genre of arias and melodies, bordering on lullabies based on her wanderlust, and, though she’d never admit it, her loneliness.

As she reached adulthood, she underwent the trials for her dark baptism as all Sisters did, which consisted of returning from a challenging hunt to add a token from her kill to the Water Of Life, and receiving her ichor tattoos that signified her coming-of-age before being ritualistically bathed in the ominous liquid which sanctioned her as an active member of the Nightsisters.

After this, I have two different routes (or however many, depending on who I’m shipping her with at the moment 😅 bc I ship her with everyone, no lie) that I like to take with her story. The first is expanded upon in the fic by @fallenrepublick here (still my favorite thing!) where she starts sneaking away into the nightbrother village and befriends Savage and Feral before they go through Asajj’s selection trails. This is the nicer, less-traumatic arc.

This next one gets really, really dark. I'm not going to post it all here bc honestly this post doesn't need all that angst, so I'll save that for later. Essentially, I like to think that Eilantha did at one time have a nightbrother of her own (Sever) that she actually loved, rather than treated as a slave. As you can imagine it doesn't end well, but we're not gonna get into that. We'll talk about how they meet. :)

Instead of sneaking away to the village, Eilantha is pressured into conducting her own selection trails by Mother Talzin. She doesn’t inherently have any reason to object, after all, she was taught that this is was simply the way of things. Part of her even looked forward to obtaining a manservant, whose loyalty would belong to her and her alone.

Perhaps he’d be a useful asset when it came to sneaking spelltomes to and from the vaults, and maybe he’d even be the only one staying by her side while she practiced her songs. What if he’d even appreciate them? Not that he’d have much of a choice, but the thought was comforting nonetheless.

From the moment she stepped foot in the village, all she could focus on was the feeling of the uneasy and fearful gazes of the men who undoubtedly knew more of what was to come than she did. She chose her roster at random, unsure of what she should have really been looking for or what she actually wanted from a servant. Even before the fighting, she knew deep down that she didn’t want to inflict any unnecessary harm on them…but why? From what she’d overheard at home, the violence was half the fun.

It wasn’t.

She evaded and blocked every blow with ease, yet avoided retaliating and taking the offensive in any manner that would prove fatal, causing the battle to go on far longer than anticipated to the point where Brother Viscus insisted that she take the next opening for the kill. With reluctance, the blade of her weapon collided with the ribs of the next brother to reveal himself a target. She watched in horror as the light faded from his hateful, reflective eyes, and she was nearly sick. She didn’t want to do it, but it had been done, and it couldn’t be undone. His body thudded against the ground and she screamed.

“Enough!”

The battlefield went silent, and as she came to her senses she attempted to save face.

“I’ll have none of them!”

Before Brother Viscus could interject with any alternative propositions, she was gone. She ran, fleeing as far away across the rocky terrain as she could. She didn’t cry; at least not until she was certain she was alone. She felt so pathetic - Nightbrothers were meant to be disposable, yet she couldn’t handle killing one. Her shame shifted into heartbreak, and she crouched low and wept for the death of the brother she’d just caused, as well as for all those who came before him. All the needless, thankless, mindless deaths of these men whose lives may not have mattered to the Sisters, but they mattered to someone.

As night fell, she trudged along the jagged landscape and thought of what explaination she’d give to Mother Talzin upon returning home. She had run in the opposite direction of where her speeder was stationed at the base of the village, so she had plenty of time to consider on the long journey back. She casually hummed a tune to herself in some meager attempt to self-soothe, which served to distract the shadow that had been trailing her for some time. The sound of a twig snapping in the rocks behind her alerted her to the presence and she confronted him.

"Are you lost?" she asked in a derogatory tone after he revealed himself.

"I'm not."

Of course not, this was his home, after all. She couldn't say the same for herself, however, she pressed him further.

"Then why are you following me? I never asked for an escort."

The amber-skinned nightbrother looked as though he were choosing his words carefully, though if his aim was self-preservation he'd done a terrible job of it.

"I saw you crying."

Eilantha was hit with a pang of embarrassment, though she feigned otherwise as her eyes met the ground.

"Well, you can forget what you saw. Now leave me alone."

She turned away, but the brother remained there in quiet contemplation before he spoke again.

"I've never seen a Sister cry. I've never seen a Sister feel."

Something about those words struck her directly in her heart. The confirmation that she was inherently considered to be a heartless monster in the view of these villagers hurt a little more than anticipated, though she had no right to refute it. No amount of apologies would ever remedy the divide that separated the Nightsisters from the Nightbrothers, regardless of how she felt. She clenched her fist as she turned to face him again.

“I said, leave me alone. Don’t make me-”

She actually choked on her words, unable to say the rest.

Don’t make me put you in your place.

Despite her partial warning, the nightbrother stepped closer. He grabbed the edge of his already tattered tunic and tore a piece of it off, inspecting it for cleanliness before holding it out to her. Eilantha froze, uncertain of what to make of this interaction.

“You aren’t done,” he explained.

She hadn’t realized that her hot tears continued pouring down her cheeks during her retort. She accepted the cloth with some reluctance, her dainty fingers lightly brushing against his as she took it and dabbed it against her wet face. He promptly turned and started walking away, as instructed. This strange...kindness, or rather, strange act of servitude via obligation perturbed the young witch, whose thoughts were now fixated solely on the zabrak male.

“Wait, Brother,” she implored.

He paused, resuming his attention to her after hearing the endearing use of “brother” from a Sister’s lips for the first time. She continued, an unusual softness in her tone.

“What is your name?”

“It’s Sever,” he revealed, “May I ask yours, Sister?”

She repeated his name in her mind, determined never to lose it.

“Eilantha.”

He did the same, only out loud. Gods, it was an enticing sound.

"Will you be returning?"

This was a question she wasn't prepared to receive, and one that she herself didn't fully know the answer to. Her reply was engineered from a concerned sigh.

"I'm not sure. It might be problematic returning to the coven empty-handed. I may come back, I may not. I don't know what the future holds."

Sever pursed his lips slightly.

"If you do find yourself here again, will you..."

He coughed into his fist and centered himself before continuing.

"Will you consider me?"

Her eyes shot up to meet his hopeful gaze, a golden yellow in the night. She had a hunch as to what he was alluding to, but a little clarification was needed.

"Consider you...?"

He swallowed, his countenance displaying concern that perhaps he was stepping too far out-of-bounds this time, but he wanted to know all the same.

"As your mate."

Eilantha clutched the piece of fabric in her hand. This man was offering himself to her. The images of all the nightbrothers staring her down when she first arrived with fear in their faces raced through her mind, revealing the dread the men felt when they were met with her kind, and yet this one was volunteering. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or angry, as any other Sister likely would be at a savage that dared to seek special permissions. Of course, she wasn't like that.

Imagining him as her mate, however, was certainly...something. She thought of how she would discover just how much of him was tattooed and he would learn the same of her. She could claim him right then and there if she wanted, and he would be obliged to obey. It would solve her worries about returning home if she decided on a servant after all, although, her soul was unsteady. Though she was entitled to any male she desired, she couldn't allow herself to do it. Even though this man was offering, it would weigh on her conscience knowing that even a part of him would only be with her out of fear and obligation, rather than his own free will. This nightbrother wasn't free. None of them were.

"I'll consider it," she replied genuinely.

This news seemed to please him to some extent, a tiny smirk curling at the corner of his lip.

"I'll look forward to the possibility of serving you, Sister Eilantha."

She watched as he turned a final time and disappeared further into the darkness, leaving her alone with her busied mind.

The course was set for the Nightsister temple once she finally got to her speeder, servant-less. She looked over her shoulder to see multiple pairs of glowing golden eyes quizzically prying at her in the darkness, and she smiled before taking off.

It was a long journey home, and the entire trip her mind was occupied with thoughts of the intriguing zabrak male who saw her for what she truly was. She pulled out the tattered cloth from her pocket and pressed it against her chest as the wind rushed all around her before bringing it to her lips and kissing it.

It became her greatest treasure.

That is, until she finally had the real deal in her arms months later when the separation became too much to bear, and they arranged to meet in secret during their first rendezvous of many.

Sever, my treasure.

#Nightsister #nightbrother #star wars ocs #Eilantha x Sever #savage opress #feral opress #dathomir #maul #darth maul #mother talzin #tcw #brother viscus #oc x canon

[pistachoz]

legally blonde, tenth doctor

pairing: tenth doctor x fem!reader

synopsis: between trips and adventures with the doctor, you finally find the perfect timing to change your look. with no pointless dress codes to follow anymore, you try dyeing your hair on your own, ending up in a string of botched outcomes and unexpected confessions.

wc: 3K

warnings: none, mild cursing maybe??

author's note: oof, this took me more than i expected and it definitely ended up being waaay more. anyway, this is my first piece of writing for the doctor -also in general- and what a better way than start with a fluffy one! i hope it turned out decent! my first language it’s not english, so you can expect some -more like a lot of- writing mistakes.

also, a big shout out to @plxstic-rose​ bc she has been my biggest supporter when i felt like i couldn’t do this, she has helped me so much ily 🥺 💞

(GIF IS MINE)

A grimace appeared on your face as the sour taste of the coffee filled your mouth, you definitely needed to bring yours the next time you stopped on earth because the alien version of it tasted like stomach bile. You weren't even sure if it had proper caffeine or it was drug-fueled tea.

With a resigned sigh, you put the cold mug in the mirrored vanity table in front of you and checked your phone. Five minutes more and you would be rinsing the red dye out of your shower cap covered hair. You lift the right side of the cap slightly, trying to peek at your tinted hair, the pale red -almost blonde- pigments made your breath hitch in a halt.

Was it supposed to look that light? Oh crap, you should have gone to the salon.

That was actually going to be the original plan. You had been procrastinating changing your look; nothing wrong with the colour and length you normally had but since you started travelling with the doctor, you didn't count with office regulations to follow anymore so you considered shaking up a bit your aesthetic. Yet, it seemed as you could never stop to take a breath and the times you did, was always on strange-named planets where your peaceful state of mind lasted a couple of minutes. So, you took it upon yourself to change your look on your own. You knew it could have any sort of downfall, but you didn't really want to nag the doctor into making a 'short' stop on earth -even though you knew he wouldn't mind- just for a date at the salon. He needed a well-deserved rest after all the uncontrollable lifesaving shenanigans and every time you came back to earth, somehow you ended up enticing some sort of trouble.

Besides, how hard could it be, right?

You barged into the installed bathroom connected to your room and locked the door as soon as you stepped inside. The last thing you needed was for the doctor to burst in looking for you while you were in the middle of this crucial transformation, and even though he was probably too distracted tinkering around the console of the TARDIS, you knew how intrusively spontaneous he could be when he finds something new. It wouldn't be a first to hear him enter your bedroom in a spur-of-the-moment with enthusiastic hand gestures and euphoric rants about alien-y stuff.

You grabbed the light blue hand-sized towel that rested upon the toilet tank and draped it around your shoulders. A jittery feeling building up in the pit of your stomach at the prospect of how your new hair would look like.

You weren't particularly bold when it came to your style, always stuck with what you could call an average look, to be fair, before the doctor, your whole life was just brimming with a never-ending stodgy routine that encased every aspect of your life. You didn't see the point of making more than few changes in your image and it was not like your office let you go too risky either.

This was going to be the first radical change in your appearance, and you were lying if you didn't say a fit of excitement was already bubbling up your throat. You didn't know what exactly had gotten into you, but you were so adamant to do something. Perhaps it was the stockpiled adrenaline from all those adventures catching up on you, perhaps this was something you were going to regret later. Either way, right now, you could only think of how satisfying it would be to finally match your current lifestyle. New and thrilling.

To be completely honest, you were also eager to see the doctor's reaction. Of course, you were not doing this because of him…well, not for the best part, but a piece of you wished it would have some sort of effect on him.

You knew this regeneration was cheekier and maybe you were reading too much between the lines but sometimes you could swear there was something more in all those subtle touches and lingering hugs. The shared gazes that let you wonder if this was just some friendly treatment or if he really meant something deeper made your mind go into a frenzy.

You also knew that appearances didn't really matter to him but the need of looking bolder and more luring was still there. You wanted, for once and for all represent how traveling with him had changed you into someone who would risk more than just a ‘change of look´. You were becoming the best version of yourself and you wanted to show him that in more than one way, but one step at the time.

Warily, you lifted the plastic cap; your sticky hair popping in every direction. Without a prior look, you stooped over the sink and manoeuvred your head under the sprout. After some unsuccessful tries, you managed to open it and began massaging your scalp with your fingertips.

After swilling away the shampoo and applying the conditioner; you grasped the towel laying around your shoulders and swaddled your hair up in a turban.

You straighten your back and stroked your hair through the towel, trying -quite poorly- to pump it dry. You didn't anticipate it to be this gruelling. In fact, you thought this would be some sort of restful hiatus from your general tense state, but apparently, this had drained you more than expected.

Resignedly, you undid the coiled towel on top of you and let your new dyed hair fall freely behind you. The air fell out of your lungs and your stomach dropped when you stared at the sight of your reflection.

You were blonde. Blonde.

What in the name of god did you do? You were so sure you followed every instruction of the flipping tint box in lockstep- well, judging by the results, you obviously had made a mistake at some point, maybe even skipped one, but how catastrophic had it been that you ended up looking like a defective version of a Weasley that had awfully light shrimp coloured hair.

A trembling neigh-like sound left your mouth when you touched the ends of your hair. What were you supposed to do now? You didn't even have any dye left to apply another layer and asking the doctor for help was ruled out. He couldn't see you like this. Nobody could see you like this, for your dignity's sake.

This was all on you. You needed to think of something. Anything.

Hats, of course! The TARDIS must’ve a good stash of those, you knew you could find something in the never-ending wardrobe. That thing was three times bigger than your flat.

Well, problem solved. You were going to use a hat until your hair grew enough to cut it or until you stopped on earth again and got the chance to go to a proper hairdresser.

Good god, who were you kidding? This was a mess.

With shaky fingers, you fumble your way out the bathroom and dashed out of your room, in search for your only resource.

---

"You won't believe what I found underneath the floor panel!" You heard the doctor's elated voice buzzing through your room before he could even fling your door wide open.

All you managed to convey was a muffled hum through your pillowed-smashed face. Too tired sulking the crime you made to your hair to turn around from your current position. Your limp body was sprawled all over the bed; arms and legs stretched at your sides with your face buried deep down the mattress.

Without waiting for a proper response, he roved across your room and resumed his explanation of his oh-so-great discover with a shit-eating grin.

You didn't need to see him to know the already too familiar gestures he was making. You could picture with the most minimal detail how his eyes would sparkle with wonder and how a contagious gleam dotted the signature boyish grin he always wore.

You smiled fondly.

You could still remember thoroughly the first time you saw him in all his glory, ranting about scientific stuff you could not understand and even though you had never seen the man before, the brightness on his eyes and the insatiable curiosity he radiated made you grin almost immediately.

You sat up slowly; grunting when you stretched your arms upwards. You moved your head from side to side, trying to stir yourself up completely awake.

"…So technically, it should be able to make the TARDIS' chameleon barrier unfroze. Well... the possibilities are thirteen out of a hundred, but I-" He stopped mid-sentence when he turned around and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and a puzzled look crossed his face like he was trying to figure out what was out of place with you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Thankfully, you had managed to find a Kangol black bucket hat. It was pretty simple; a small metal fuchsia arrow was stamped on the front and the brim was big enough to fit all of your hair inside. Still It was just not your style. Well, the other option was an animal print floppy one, the type that Lady gaga would wear. So, you had to settled with the e-girl-angsty-teen looking.

"That's new" His left eyebrow quirked curiously.

"What?" Good job; try playing dumb and maybe like that he won’t notice it.

"The hat, I- " he made a circular motion around his head "I don't think I've seen you wear one before"

"Oh, I um- wanted to try something different?" You stated but the wince in your voice made it sound more like a question.

“Right, yeah” he rushed "It's not like it doesn't suit you"

"Right" You fidgeted absent-minded with the hem of your sweatshirt, trying to think of something to break the awkwardness “So… you were saying?”

"Oh yes!" a playful glint overtaking his features “I think I found a way to repair the malfunction on the chameleon circuit and hopefully it will be better than that time I tried a block transfer computation. I was so close, well- not that close but at least I managed to build a part of the outer plasmic shell. Anyways, if we are lucky enough, we could stop travelling around looking like a 'blue box'" he raised his eyebrows, a devilish smile gracing his lips.

“Hold on, didn’t you say it was kind of unsafe?”

"Oh no, don’t worry! It’s danger-free… for the most part, well actually, it’s a 4 out of ten, maybe 5. But I’m sure the old girl can handle- "

A shrilling alarm started echoing through the TARDIS’ walls and you almost fell out of the bed when the floor started shaking uncontrollably. The doctor stumbled upon his own feet and with strained struggle and held out his hand to help you up.

"You were saying?" You muttered, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

With one hand locked onto the doctor's and the other extended to keep balance in the middle of the tremble, you managed to head out of your room. As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with red flashing lights going off all around the TARDIS.

"Careful" You heard the doctor called out, his voice barely perceivable. You had to double check to understand his next words "We need to get to the console"

Both of you tried the hardest to advance without falling or tripping over. The din of your footsteps lost in the middle of the shrieking noise. You could feel the vibration of the walls crawling to your brain and rumbling. The longer you spend running, the sharper the dizziness became.

You felt his hand clasp yours tighter when you decreased your speed; a warm feeling squeezed its way through your chest instantly. He looked down at you, a small reassuring smile on his lips; he was going to solve this.

When you finally reached the control room, the doctor leaped his way towards the console. A string of garbled mumbling fell under his breath, which you were more than certain you wouldn’t understand even if he spoke up. You saw him go around the panel, flicking switches and pressing buttons but it didn’t lessen a bit the state you were in.

You stood next to the entrance holding onto the railing for dear life. Maybe you should have been trying to do something useful, but quite frankly you had no clue as to what was going on. And even if you could have done something, there was no way of giving more than a few steps without falling.

After several confused exclamations and scrunched up faces from the doctor, he stumbled his way to the other side of the room and kneeled next to an opened floor tile. He plunged into what used to be a makeshift storage and with a newfound enthusiasm, you heard him shout. "Found it!"

He reappeared back on sight and held a small cassette-looking thing, his hair sticking up in a messier way than usual and a triumphant grin spreading on his features "The resetting format key should be able to stabilize us."

With a quick motion, he stood up but before he could head back towards the console to plug it in, an abrupt shook threw the both of you across the room. You saw the doctor’s figure fall hovering over a coral column next to the panel as you held tight on the railing stronger, attempting unsuccessfully to stand still.

Maybe if you hadn't been distracted watching how the doctor got up and toss his weird-looking key into one of the TARDIS’ inputs, you would have noticed how your apparently well-put-cap was now laying on the floor a few meters away from you. And maybe, if you hadn’t been so awestruck at how quickly the room returned to its normal state with golden cozy lights shining from the ceiling, you would have notice your now-bright blonde hair flowing behind your back without a care in the world.

"Right, so it looks like the TARDIS went into some sort of safe mode." He spoke a little out of breath, arms still hunched over the panel "but it's okay now. Apparently, it was a defense response, she thought it we were under a- "

He turned around slowly but stopped dead on tracks when his eyes landed on you, or more specifically- on your hair. His once furrowed eyebrows were now raised, almost touching his hairline and open awestruck eyes were looking at you like you were an unknown species. A breathtaking unknown species.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Every part of his body was just not responding, it was like he had stopped functioning properly. His unblinking eyes were glued to your face and his agape mouth looked almost comical; you would have taken out your phone in that moment just to snap a picture if your brain hadn’t been dozing off at the reason for his reaction. Because what could possibly- Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You moved your gaze to the ground, eyes falling on the discarded hat near the entrance. You pursed your lips, thoughts running a mile per hour. When did it fell? Why weren’t you careful enough? This was the doctor’s fault. Yeah, all his fault. He had to come with his incredibly soft hair and that flipping sweet smile that made your toes curl up and your heartbeat race like there was no tomorrow. He had to come and distract you, oh and of course, bringing a mess along the way.

God! This was not helping.

“You- um, you are…blonde” Yeah, no shit, sherlock.

“I-…am I?” The breathy words rasping out, your mouth felt as dried as the Sahara and you were surprised a sound came out at all.

“You look-”

“I know” You close your eyes and shook your head, praying to whatever entity out there to swallow you up and throw you to the Bahamas “it wasn’t supposed-“

“I like it” he blurted out “I know you don’t need any sort of validation and I’m not trying to- what I-” He starting flapping his hands around in a cartoon-like gestures “you look stunning… truly stunning; not that you weren´t before. I mean, the colour really does suit you but I’ve always thought- blonde, not blonde, you’ve always been beautiful… Guess what I’m trying to say is that when you love someone, there’s really nothing that can make you look at them differently. Did you know that As’urs considered blonde people holy? Well they would if there were blonde people. Sorry, totally off topic, but they do. Everyone there is blue-haired. And there’s a lot of mystical myths and clergy influence involved but basically everything golden is sacred for them. If we go, they might even crown you as their queen.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. You could imagine the red alarms in his brain going off, trying to process what fell out of his mouth moments prior and desperately attempting to conjure something up but instead just causing a short circuit in the process. To be completely honest, you weren’t any better.

You felt your heart bumping up your throat and your skin grew hotter and hotter per second. You swore you could feel the maniac rhythm of your pulse piercing through your head and you were quite sure you looked like a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the funfair, with eyes nearly falling out of your skull.

Because he didn’t really say that, right? Your mind must’ve been playing some sick game with you. There was no way, he really-

“What?” It was all you managed to muster; your small voice barely hearable.

“Huh?” You saw the redness from his cheek expand through all the visible skin.

“What did you just say?”

“That As’urs would consider you a goddess?” He asked hesitant with a guilty expression.  

“No- before that”

“That the blonde hair looks good on you?”

“No! I-“ You took a small breath “Do you love me?”

You could sense the confidence returning to him like a tidal wave, a serious expression overtaking his features, but with a softness you couldn’t comprehend. “I always have”

Your legs seemed to move on their own, carrying you towards him. You stopped when your noses were almost touching and you could feel his hot ragged breath fall on your eyelashes. With hesitation, you placed your hands on his arms and looked up, letting yourself fall on those brown pools you have grown to love.

“Doctor…” you whispered

You had no idea what made you do it, but you moved your hands to his cheeks, and you kissed him. It was impulsive and stupid, and something you’d expect a sixteen-year-old girl do on her prom night. But you did it without a second thought. And for a moment you felt the doctor grow incredibly still, mouth unmoving and eyes wide open, until you placed your soothing fingers on the back of his neck, thumbs caressing and drawing invisibles circles on his sideburns.

And so, he gave in; firm hands grasping your hips and pressing you flush against him. His mouth spilling raw passion and his insides melting at the soft contact of your delicate lips. The tenderness on his touches and intensity of his lips drawing out all those words that didn’t need saying, because you knew. He was so sure you knew.

An involuntary whimper left your lips when he broke the kiss and intertwined his hands with yours. He brought your joined hands nearer and placed a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Did I mention I like your hair?” A husky laugh fell from your lips and your eyes sparkled when he gave you a soft smile that would be imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life.

When he looked at you with those old eyes that sung you stories in the most beautiful way imaginable and his swollen lips ghosted a smile you knew things were going to be better, with new adventures and new experiences awaiting on your door. And you had the whole time and space at your disposal to face it together.

author's note pt.2: OK that was a lot, honestly the ending got sloppy and there’s probably a lot of bad editing, but I invented a whole new alien species, so hey! kudos for that I guess. anyway, i hope you like it! and as always, feedback would be really appreciated, a comment or a like would mean the world to me! like my description says, requests are open! but It would probably take ages for me to finish it, so please patience. right now I have some more doctor who drafts and also some marvel ones!

-love, rina xx

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[fairytales-of-yesterday]

My Lonely Days Are Through

A/N: okay so I finally wrote a fic! this is my first fic in like,, 4 years or so? so be gentle with me I guess lmao

I am pretty content with this though! I'm soft as hell so,,, here we go :)

@gardnerlangway this one's for you, lovely

(no editing we die like men)

A yawn escapes your lips as you stretch out and then curl back up. Tim's heart flutters as he watches you rub your nose, your brows furrowed. You're currently curled up on his couch, fast asleep. It's a typical Friday night for the two of you, one spent together. After meeting Tim when you started working in the museum a few months back, the two of you had built up a routine around each other. You would eat lunch together on your break, stay after hours working and keeping each other company, you would even go grocery shopping together on weekends. Today was no exception to your intertwined schedules. Upon leaving the museum for the day, you had grabbed a late dinner and ended up back at his apartment. You had started the night working, but the stress of the week and your recent lack of sleep had taken its toll, and you dozed off relatively quickly after 2am hit.

The soft light of the television dances colors across your face as Tim looks on in complete adoration. Your eyelashes cast tiny shadows on your cheeks as your chest rises and falls steadily. You had borrowed a shirt and some shorts from him, you both agreeing it would just make sense if you spent the night, and his eyes couldn't help but wander to where the tshirt had ridden up to expose a bit of your stomach. His breath catches in his throat as he finds himself thinking about what it would feel like to hold you there. What it would feel like to just have you close. To run his hands along your soft skin and-

"Okay wow, Tim." He quickly looks back at the bright screen of his laptop in order to rid his mind of these compromising thoughts. But, as his eyes make their way back to you, he runs a hand through his hair and breaths a quiet laugh. "I really do have it bad, don't I?"

He quickly covers his mouth though as he sees you slightly stir, not wanting to wake you. He had seen the effect the last week had had on you, his heart slowly falling more and more as each day you seemed to become a little more quiet, a little less peppy, and a little less yourself. The project you had been working on was one you were very passionate about, but it had become quite the endeavor. Though you had been thrilled to take it on, the universe had not been on your side, with people forgetting to follow through with their promises, paperwork getting mixed up, and even artifacts getting misplaced for a bit due to the lack of a proper cataloging system when the museum first opened. It nearly broke Tim's heart to see you become so unhappy with something that had made you so ecstatic before. He had done all in his power to keep you smiling, with funny stories, bad jokes, and any help he could offer, but you couldn't help still being discouraged. He had even mustered up the courage to give you a little kiss on the forehead as he left your office at one point, and the smile it brought, along with the blush that rose to your cheeks, was definitely worth the ten minutes he spent panicking over whether or not he should even attempt it. Just the memory of your flustered face makes him grin.

A small whine draws him from his thoughts. He looks up to find you rubbing your eyes and slowly pushing yourself to a sitting position. He tries his best to maintain his composure as you sleepily pull down your shirt and run your hand through your hair.

"Good morning," he chuckles quietly. You look at him in sleepy confusion before realizing what happened.

"Oh nooo," you groan, putting your face in your hands. He laughs a little louder this time, scooting over on the couch to bump your shoulder with his. You smile into your palms, your face flushing pink at the contact. He bumps you again, drawing your face away from your hands. Peeking through your fingers, you can see the soft but wide smile on his face.

"Have a nice nap?"

It's teasing, but you can see something resembling concern in his gaze. You just nod in response, running a hand through your hair. "I don't think I've ever seen you fall asleep this fast," he cautiously approaches the subject, "have you slept this week?"

The laugh that escapes you in response only makes his concern grow. He asks again, softer this time, and you look up at him with tired eyes.

"I uh... I think I got ten hours this whole week."

"Ten?"

You wince slightly at his tone, cursing yourself for not adding a few hours to make him feel a bit better.

"But that's like... two hours a night! You've gotten ten hours of sleep this whole week?" You can't tell if it's shock or sadness in his eyes. Maybe both.

"Eleven if you count the nap I just took?" You joke, trying to calm him a little. "Tim, I'm okay I promise, I've been through a lot worse, honest."

"Worse?!"

Okay, so that didn't help. But before you can say anything else to try and defend yourself, he wraps you up in a tight hug. You tense up for a second, taken by surprise, but quickly you melt into him. You don't even realize you've started crying until you hear Tim trying to comfort you.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you hiccup into his shoulder, tears beginning to stain his shirt.

He rubs your back slowly, quietly shushing you, and telling you that it's absolutely okay, and you have nothing to apologize for. You shiver at his touch, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in. You stay like that for a few minutes, you trying to stop your ragged breaths and the tears spilling from your eyes, him rubbing your back, occasionally switching to run his hands through your hair, whispering words of comfort. However, eventually you pull away with a pitiful laugh.

"Sorry about your shirt," you whisper, trying to simultaneously brush your tears off of his shoulder and wipe your eyes.

"Hey, it's completely okay. I know this week has been rough. You have every right to be upset. But, it's over now, okay? Next week'll be better, yeah? I'll make sure it is."

He's relieved to see a watery smile grace your lips. No, that's an understatement. He's almost on the verge of crying himself, never having seen you in this state before. He brings his hands up to cradle your face, wiping the still falling tears with the pads of his thumbs, somehow not noticing the deep shade of red you're turning. With his hands still around your face, he tilts your head so you're looking up at him.

"Now, what do you say I pop some popcorn and you turn on something you like?"

A breathy laugh escapes you and you nod, not really trusting your voice with him this close to you. You can see the masked worry in his features as he smiles, and you mentally kick yourself for stressing him out. But, that thought leaves you as he stands up, giving you a chaste but firm kiss on your forehead. You're eternally grateful that he goes to the kitchen immediately after bc you can't stop the blush that rises to your cheeks.

"Dear god, that boy's gonna kill me," you whisper, wrapping yourself up in one of the blankets that had been resting on the back of the couch.

You start to flip through the channels, eventually landing on a documentary, and you hear a chuckle behind you. You turn to find Tim with a bowl of popcorn in his hand, looking at you in what you could only describe as fond adoration. You flush again, and he laughs fully now, plopping down beside you. You lift the blanket, inviting him in, and he gladly accepts, scooting over close enough to bump knees with you.

You fall into a comfortable silence, both of you enraptured by the bright images on the tv. Every now and then your hands brush when trying to reach for popcorn, and you mentally curse yourself for getting so worked up over cliches, not knowing that Tim was doing the exact same thing.

You're the first to speak.

"Thank you."

It's a quiet whisper, accompanied with a shoulder bump. He bumps you back and gives you a lopsided grin.

"It's the least I could do."

“What?”

“Y/N, you've spent the last few months I've known you being so amazingly kind to me. You bring me food, you save me seats in meetings, you laugh at my jokes, you-”

You cut him off very seriously, “Okay they're good jokes, Tim.”

At that he laughs, breathlessly.

“Not good enough for you to cry in the middle of a meeting! I was trying to be quiet and you almost spit your water everywhere!”

Now you're both laughing, remembering that stupid planet joke and how you just about died of embarrassment, and before you can think or stop yourself, you say it.

“God, I love you.”

It's like all the oxygen leaves the room. Both of you are immediately gasping for breath, as if the air had been knocked out of your lungs. Before you can sputter out an apology, anything to make things go back to how they were before you blurted out what had been your most well-kept secret, Tim manages to get out,

“You… you what?”

His eyes are wide, and you're sure yours are as well. You're in love with him. You're in love with him. You had never even said it to yourself before. It had always just been little sighs, thoughts of him basically all the time, or little whispers to yourself about how bad you've got it. Never an outright, ‘I'm in love with Tim Murphy.’ No, the first time you said it just had to be right to his face.

You start to say ‘sorry, no, wait,” to say, ‘hold on I shouldn't have done that,’ but then you stop. And you look at him. Tim. Tim, with his sweet words and his brilliant mind. Tim, with his adorable laugh and beautiful smile that he had come to trust you with. Tim, with his tight hugs that make you feel safer than almost anywhere else. Tim, with his strong arms and gorgeous face and Jesus Christ his HANDS are just about the hottest things in the world like oh my god the things he could- you've gotten off track. The point is, you don't want to apologize. You don't want to take it back. You love him.

So you say it again.

“I love you.”

And then it's quiet. He looks honestly shell-shocked. You can almost see his gears turning behind his eyes, trying to figure out what to say after that. Immediately, your brain jumps to the worst possible scenario, and you begin to backtrack.

“I'm sorry. Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- you're so lovely, but you can completely ignore any of this just hap-”

And then he's kissing you. It's a short kiss, just a sweet, small one, but you're out of breath when he pulls away. You open your eyes to see him in a similar state, his face completely flushed. But he quickly finds his voice.

“I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that.”

All you can do is laugh, still trying to remember how to breathe.

“The feeling is mutual.”

He blushes and gives a bashful smile, then hesitates again, opening his mouth, then closing it, once more unable to speak. However, he manages to regain his composure enough to ask,

“Can… can I kiss you again?”

Not even bothering you answer, you close the gap between you. You feel Tim smile against your lips, and you can't help but do the same. You don't know how it happens, but somehow you end up on his lap, straddling him. Your hands are on his chest as your lips move in sync, slowly, but desperately. Passionately. His hands make their way into your hair, and you whimper quietly into his mouth as he gives it a slight tug. Your face heats up immediately, but you just keep going, pretending it didn't happen and hoping he missed it. He definitely heard it though, and you feel him smirk against you.

Shit, that's hot … everything he does is hot.

You roll your hips experimentally to retaliate, still on top of him, and the moan that leaves his lips is one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. It goes straight to your core, and you let out a groan yourself. You start to roll your hips once more, desperate to draw that sound from him again, but his hands come up to your waist and stop you. You can see he’s panting, and his hair is all disheveled.

“Okay, as much as I want to do that, and I really wanna do that,” he pauses as you giggle, “you just told me that you got 10 hours of sleep this week. I promise we can continue another time, but right now, you need to sleep.”

You pout, knowing he's got a point.

“Okay, but only since you promised.”

He helps you off his lap, letting you use him as support, and gently guides you to his bedroom. He makes a big, dorky show of tucking you in, making sure you're comfortable, offering to make you a glass of water. Finally, he gives you a soft smile, says a quiet goodnight, and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. Your face immediately flushes, and you whisper a soft goodnight back as he turns to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?"

He turns around, confused.

"The couch?"

You give him a grin, suddenly a bit shy, and wordlessly lift up the covers next to you. He stares at you for a moment, still sporting that confused expression, and then suddenly it's like a lightbulb goes off in his head.

"Oh. OH! You want..?"

You giggle sleepily at how flustered he is. Just a few minutes ago you were about to rip each other's clothes off, and now he's getting stuttery about sleeping in the same bed as you.

"I hope you like to cuddle."

At that, he smiles sheepishly, and nods without a word. You watch as he changes into pjs, his boxers and an old band tshirt, and it takes all your willpower to not start anything again. After turning the lights off, he slides into bed next to you. There's a moment of hesitation, a moment where it seems like he can't quite decide what he wants to do, but then you feel him move closer to you, and suddenly, he's holding you. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and you can feel his smile against your skin. He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, and you turn to press one into his hair. You both sigh, more comfortable and safe than you've ever felt in your life.

"Goodnight, Tim."

"Goodnight."

A beat.

"I love you."

You smile.

"I love you too."

#ohhhh boy here we are #this took way longer than it should have #tim murphy #i love that dumb dino boy im so soft #rowan im sorry this took so long i love you #does anyone read the tags #if anyone ever wants to talk to me about tim pls do im emo #my writing #joe mazzello #shut up née #here's hoping no one's used that picture for a fic before lmao

[fly-pow-bye]

ThunderCats - “The Slaves Of Castle Plun-Darr”

Written By: Leonard Starr

From cutesy bears to slaves.

This episode starts with a peaceful scene of WilyKat chasing after WilyKat in the peaceful and serene forests of Third Earth. They even have a nice, calming music to soothe the senses as WilyKit makes fun of WilyKat for falling off of a tree branch, and almost falling to the ground. Eh, he'd probably live.

Of course, that playful scene is not going to last, as Kit spots a bunch of bipedal beasts carrying boulders. They don't know what they are, or where they are going, but they get both of those answers when their masters show up when one of them falls to the ground.

Turns out, the Mutants of Plun-Darr don't just steal from other planets, they also enslave people as well. In this case, they enslaved these hornless bovine-people, who look a little more like camels here, and their cruelty is shown right from the beginning. There really isn't any way to make this kind of action light-hearted. There's no ifs, ands, or buts, those jokers in most of their appearances so far are using slaves to build something, and it is portrayed as terrible as a children's show will allow.

Thanks to one line from Monkian, we learn that these bovine-people are called the Brute-Men, and we also get to learn from that same line what exactly that something is.

That something those Brute-Men are building is the Mutant's own castle, named, not-so-creatively but fitting for their pride, Castle Plun-Darr. Even if the Mutants did use some of their plundering money to pay their workers, why would they? Mumm-Ra wasn't going to have roommates at his pyramid even if he desperately wanted them to stay that one time; the mutants have to have their own playse, er, home.

Monkian decides to rest right next to a tree, the same tree Kit and Kat were on when they were spying on them. Somehow, them talking to each other to explain to the audience what's happening on screen isn't enough to wake him up. It takes a falling tree nut falling on top of Monkian's head to wake him up and smell the scent of a ThunderKitten or two.

This leads to something that is a constant for this episode, and a decent constant at that. In previous episodes, when there were fight scenes, we get to see the ThunderCats all together, doing their individual moves with a squad of henchmen. In this episode, it's each ThunderCat against one of the henchmen. Well, okay, this is more of a chase scene and there's WilyKit and WilyKat, but the constant is noticeable regardless.

Even Monkian seems to call out that it may not be the best decision to try to out-swing a monkey-man, and we know he's a monkey-man because he can't stop ooh-ooh-ah-ahing as he chases these kids. Even if he's slightly more serious here than he was when he was, he's still got to have a bit of silliness as he's attempting to murder these children with his flail.

Don't worry, they'll be fine. Turns out, along with the smoke bombs, they also have bombs that explode into a slippery substance, making Monkian fall off the branch. They continue to laugh at the act of someone falling off a tree-branch. Eh, even if he was hurt, he is still a slave-owner. And a plunderer. And a general bad guy. It's fine.

Meanwhile, we cut to what the Berbils have been doing since they were saved from their logic and puzzle from a week ago: they've built this brand new base, complete with a moving head, for their saviors. See, it's different when the ThunderCats let the Ro-Bear Berbils build their castle for what seems to be a price of nothing, because they wanted to. They like to build, it's like they were born to do it. Try not to think about that.

Speaking of which, one of the Ro-Bears decides to tell the other ThunderCats that he has heard of these Brute-Men, and shows what he knows about them through a game of charades. The Ro-Bear Berbils seemed like they could talk in the last episode, but I guess Ro-Bear Bill decided that building his brethren's vocabulary wasn't high on his to-build list. Then again, considering how they talked in that last episode, maybe this is for our benefit. They don't even get to say much about them; they're just big and stupid. The latter I guess is supposed to explain how they were easily led to slavery. Honestly, I wouldn't think too hard about that, either.

Of course, the ThunderCats are not going to let the Mutants enslave people, so they go out to fight the mutants and free the Brute-Men. Panthro uses this opportunity for a trial run. A trial run of what?

The mighty ThunderTank, of course! In the last episode, we got to see it dig up some scraps and protect Panthro from a rock storm. In this episode, we see that the teeth on the front of the tank aren't just for decoration; they can chop away at the gate, tearing it apart with its mighty fangs. For walls that are too tough for those teeth, Tygra has a mighty laser beam. I would have thought that laser would also work on the gate, but that wouldn't look as cool. Hope those toy-makers were taking notes, though I'd imagine teeth sharp enough to chomp through gates might not make it past safety regulations.

They all infiltrate the castle, trying to find the Mutants or the Brute-Men, and they split up. The Mutants have also apparently split up while they were hiding the Brute-Men, and with that combination, we get some one-on-one fight scenes. This episode shows off each ThunderCat's ability to fight, as every one of them gets one in this episode. Well, okay, WilyKat didn't get to do much other than run away, and Snarf has yet to make an appearance. Really, did we expect Snarf to do anything?

She spins her staff so fast, that at one point, she disappears, only becoming a spinning circle as Jackalman desperately tries to attack her. I thought that was Tygra's ability, but then again, I don't even know if disappearing is that ability at this point. For all that we've seen so far minus one or two scenes in the first episode, his ability may just as well be "I have a bola whip, and it's useful sometimes." It all ends with Jackalman accidentally hitting a wall, with even Cheetara groaning that he "couldn't follow his nose."

Speaking of that bola whip and its holder, we get to see Tygra fight against Monkian and his shield that can shoot rocks in a grassy plain. This turns out to be no match for that amazing bola whip, as he whips the rocks away. Where are they, anyway? Does the castle just happen to have a huge garden?

Seeing a nearby tree, Monkian tries to use his affinity for tree jumping to his advantage against an opponent who doesn't have a stack of slippery bombs. However, he can just whip the branch he was holding onto off, and, much like Cheetara, he ends this fight with a one-liner.

Tygra: This isn't the time to branch out, Monkian!

Oh, I'm sorry, I slightly misquoted that.

Tygra: This isn't the time to

...

BRANCH OUT

...

Monkian!

Okay, maybe it wasn't that obvious, but the pause is still noticeable. It seems that even the show knew they were going too over the top with that, as they decided to not have Tygra laugh his head off at his own line. At least, he's not laughing audibly; they left the animation in, so it just looks like he's opening his mouth and jittering.

Finally, we get Panthro and his nunchaku fighting against the big leader Slithe himself and his halberd, which is no match for Panthro's super strength. Most of the fight scene consists of Slithe convincing Panthro to not use his weapon against an unarmed man, and Panthro agrees, setting for his skills in hand-to-hand combat.

Don't expect too much out of that, though. Slithe does two tail whips, neither of which manage to whip him into anything and break any of his bones, and Slithe just runs away. It's here that I did realize: is there any purpose to these fight scenes regarding the plot, since these guys are just going to show up a few minutes later with no real damage? Not really. Is it still fun to watch? Yes.

As for Lion-O, he found a locked door, and he manages to get into the door by using the Sword of Omens. No, not with another secret sword power that Tutorial Jaga has to tell him about, he just bashes the lock with its hilt. See, even the original, Lion-O can just use the Sword of Omens as a blunt object, and it just works. If it works, it works.

Sure enough, the door that was locked was the dungeon where they hid all the slaves, and Lion-O tries his best to lead them to freedom. Unfortunately, the Ro-Bear Berbil was right about their intelligence level, as they don't really seem to understand what Lion-O meant when he said that they could leave the dungeon. Instead, they just surround him, probably curious if this guy is one of those master guys or not. Thankfully, they're not willing to tear him apart; while the Brute-Men are strong, they're not exactly as brute as their name suggests.

Slithe runs back into his castle, realizing he couldn't defeat Panthro with his strength, so he uses some of his Reptilian cunning instead. Why get stronger when he could just get the slaves to do it for him? He finds the dungeon, unlocked, but he knows he can just use that for his advantage.

While the bombs WilyKit and WilyKat are throwing tend to be trouble for them, it turns out that Slithe has a bomb of his own: a Warp Gas bomb that warps a creature's nature to be the reverse of what it is. This bomb has a lot of potential beyond the creep factor of it essentially being a mind control device. What if Slithe accidentally used it on himself, and he became a nice guy? We won't find out in this episode.

However, he does manage to roll it by the Brute-Men, and it starts to smoke. With one whiff of this warp-bomb, the Brute-Men reverse their usual aloof and not-really-as-brute-as-their-name-implies selves. Slithe exclaims that these Warp Gassed Brute-Men would be strong enough to beat Panthro. He is very specific about that, maybe he's not worried about the others?

Lion-O also got a whiff of it, but it doesn't seem to do much except, according to him, he feels strange and angry. Nothing is really made of this, but he does end up going down to the ground. It's not made clear what exactly they did; my mind just assumed they hugged him to near death. They then go after Panthro, who ran in the castle looking for the cowardly lizard-man. See, that line about Panthro was important!

Lion-O wakes up from being knocked out, and notices that his sword is glowing, and he finds out through his Sight Beyond Sight that he's in trouble. Lion-O has to call the others to help him out of that situation.

However, there's one problem: he's indoors, and he doesn't know if a ThunderCats Roar can pierce through this castle's dark walls. He needs to know, and Tutorial Jaga isn't anywhere to be found. Yes, for the first time in the series, there's no Jaga this time. Maybe this castle is so evil, it wards off good spirits. He tries it anyway, as we see the stock animation of the sword growing bigger.

To make a not-that-long story short, it does pierce through the walls. I was thinking that was something made up for Roar, but nope, that signal really is that powerful! It's not as over-the-top as it was in Roar, as the castle doesn't appear to get damaged by it, but the viewers can still see it crumbling through the ceiling.

As soon as the other ThunderCats show up, minus WilyKit and WilyKat as they were told to stay home, the Brute-Men just stop what they're doing. We learn from Slithe looking at this as the Warp Gas wearing off. That's okay, because Slithe happens to have another one up his sleeve.

There is some importance to this; without this scene, the ThunderCats wouldn't have known why the Brute-Men were so brute, and why they decided to stop trying to tear Panthro apart.

Panthro even gives some exposition about how these Warp Bombs are completely illegal according to the Interstellar Council, and Tygra responds, looking to the camera:

Tygra: Rules are only meaningful if people agree to follow them. Otherwise, they're just words.

Is Tygra trying to advocate that laws are useless because someone's just going to break them anyway? It is true, but maybe he shouldn't say that. There's another problem, as Tygra points out: even if they're under the control of the Wart Gas, the Brute-Men are innocent, and it is against the code to harm an innocent being.

Thankfully, Lion-O has that force field ability he used an episode ago, which not only sends back dog-men, it sends back Warp Gas covered Brute-Men, too. See, everyone gets a chance to do some sort of fighting...except for WilyKat. Or Snarf, who hasn't even made an appearance yet. Judging by how we're only two minutes away from the end credits, I wouldn't bet on him having a major appearance.

They run away again. If only they still had those teleporters.

Unfortunately, they run fast enough so that the Brute-Men just go after Lion-O again. Having spent his energy doing that, he just stands there looking determined. It is as if he really trusted that the Warp Gas was going to wear off like it did before...and it does.

The minute he mentions they're free, and they instantly super happy, and they just leave. They just kind of rush past these last few plot points, don't they?

They gather back home, and Lion-O tells the story to WilyKit and Kat, saying that they didn't even thank him for it. Tygra asks if he felt that he wasted his time, and Lion-O realizes he did it because it was the right thing to do. See, there is something to learn in this episode!

Snarf: Snaaarf! Nobody bothers to mention that he was just following ol' Snarf's example! Oh no! (grumble)

Oh yeah, you do exist! Let me faint.

How does it stack up?

This episode was pretty good, the story is good, it brought back the Mutants in a good way, it established two home bases, and it was a good continuation from the last episode. The ending is a bit rushed, though. 4 cats.

Next, my last ThunderCats review for a while, as DuckTales 2017 will come back.

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#thundercats #fpb reviews #fpb tc

[meandmerkel]

Dealing with Hardships and EOS

So...I haven't posted in a long while. That's because I feel like my former posts and writing style in general don't properly convey what I'd like to convey :/

So far my blog hasn't really addressed many of the hard parts of exchange, and that really portrays a false image of exchange bc even though study abroad is a wonderful experience, it is also by nature very difficult. I decided that I wanted to be completely honest as to be as helpful as possible. The last few weeks have been specifically hard on me, and I realized that none of the blogs or youtube videos I had read before this year prepared me for anything like it. I dreaded going to school and afterwards didn't want to do anything but lie in my bed. I felt HORRIBLE. Now even though I had plenty of things that could've kept me productive, I had absolutely no desire to complete them, and although my exchange seemed pretty good from the outside - school friends, extracurriculars, and a great host family - I couldn't feel any of these blessings. I just felt...bleh.

I have to say, it's really (really) hard to get out of this cycle of bleh, but I'm trying my best. I've gotten better in the past week, and here's what I've found helpful.

Talk to people who know what you're going through!!

I've found this to be more helpful than I could ever put into words. Talking to people who can understand your situation (exchange student friends, exchange alumni, or host siblings who did a year abroad) is extremely comforting. You can share stories or just rant. Their advice is also going to be more relevant/applicable than that from people who have never done this.

Try your best to get outside.

I've found that getting out into nature (not big city environments) really helps me to feel better about...well life. BUT this can also be pretty counterproductive when the weather is bad, in my case at least. Take advantage of every sunny day in Germany; they don't come often :(. Seriously though, fresh air and sunshine seems to help. Sometimes rainy days have even helped me, but it just depends.

Fuel your sadness into an outlet.

By outlet, I mean creative/physical/musical. Basically, really dig into hobbies when you're feeling down. Even small things that you may not otherwise do can help. I got into scrapbooking/journaling, and it has really helped me to feel productive (which seems to break the bleh cycle). This is something I normally wouldn't do, but I kept watching bullet journaling/productivity videos; and they inspired me. Seriously, amandarachlee really dragged me out of being pitiful :').

I remember all of my preparatory research/conferences saying that exercise or going for a walk should help, but that really didn't work for me because I normally don't want to exercise. But if physical activity is a way you normally find joy or peace or relieve stress, go for it. Main thing is, find something that works for you, or else you're wasting exchange time.

Another option is to cut your exchange short. I considered this option, and it is ultimately a very personal decision. No one else can tell you what choice will be better for you, but talking with others can bring a new perspective to light which can be very helpful. Try your best to weigh your options fairly because it is hard to skew the comparison to going home because of emotions. I talked with my host sister about my feelings, and she was really helpful because she has also been on an exchange year.

If anyone is currently on exchange or going on exchange next year, I'd be happy to chat more in depth in my private messages or on Instagram @its_skimmed_milk.

Now! Onto a brighter topic (sort of): End of Stay camp!!! I really enjoyed eos and getting to see my exchange friends again. It's always so cathartic and refreshing to be around them. They make up my strongest support network here in Germany, and I couldn't be more thankful for them. Ich hab euch alle lieb!!!! <3

Another reason eos was really cool was that we got to go to German parliament and see it in action. We (meaning all 400 or so cbyxers) got split into panels where we could ask parliament members questions about German politics.

I got really sad when we all had to leave though, because I couldn't help but think about how unlikely it is that I will ever be in such a situation. I thought about how sparsely we will all probably see each other after this year. Suddenly, everything started feeling like the last time I'd be doing it. Every inside joke brought me to a sob. I realised though, that even though we might not see each other very often after this year, when we do see each other, it'll be like nothing ever happened. Bonds this strong don't break easily, even from distance and time.

Bis später

N. Cameron J.

P.S. I'm now a committed college gorl :)

[awed-frog]

I was the one asking about Crowley/Gavin relationship. I hope I am not annoying I know it's Buckhelming but it's still canon so maybe he was meeting him, or at least letting Gavin know that he was there but couldn't spent much time with him bc it's dangerous and when Crowley started with the whole Lucifer revenge he thought it'd be wiser if he kept his distance and when the W tells Gavin that he's "sick", he may have thought that that has something to do with why he wasn't visiting him anymore

You’re not annoying, don’t worry! And we’ll probably never know, but personally I don’t think Crowley spent much time with Gavin at all. I mean - what I like so much about the character - but, again: this is just my opinion, and I know some people find his storyline boring and repetitive - is how they’re managing to describe his - I don’t know - his demonhood? Normally, I’d say supernatural characters are amoral, because they simply don’t understand, or respond to, human morality. The best example I must have mentioned a thousand times is the Gentleman with the Thistledown Hair, from Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell -

- who, of course, does commit a long series of horrific acts, but at the same time - there’s a cat-like insouciance to him - a lack of interest or, even empathy, as to the effect of those acts, so it’s hard to see him as a villain, exactly. He’s a fairy, and the truth is, he moves according to a completely different logic. The same is true - again, personal view - of angels and gods in Supernatural (or, at least, that’s my headcanon: sometimes they’re written a bit lazily) - but demons - that’s different, isn’t it, because demons used to be human, and yet no longer have a human soul. Where does that leave them?

(And here, by the way, we could open that whole debate about how hard Sam and Dean try to save those human beings who’ve lost their souls versus how little they care about demons. Is there really a moral difference between the two things? And if demons become demons through torture and shredding of their souls, then what is left, exactly? What are they even made of? And how can they be reformed? Can souls - grow back? Are they stored somewhere, even ones as maimed and broken as the King of Hell’s?)

And Crowley, I think he’s a beautiful character in these contradictions. Even as he moves closer and closer to the ‘good side’, he’s still unashamedly himself - he clearly relishes in inflicting pain under certain circumstances, and even killing, and he generally doesn’t give a damn about people’s lives, and he seems to do all he does out of either boredom or a need to keep himself safe. 

(Yes, that’s another cat image, but cats - there’s a reason if they’ve been connected so deeply to supernatural stuff for millennia. They are, perhaps, the clearest and most interesting and accessible example of utter ‘otherness’ we have at our disposal as human beings, after all.)

In this sense, I don’t think Gavin would have been interesting enough for him to get to know. Look at the contrast with Cas: Cas loves Dean, and that’s why he tries to model his behaviour after Dean’s; Crowley also loves Dean, in his own way, but he lacks both the will and the toolkit to act like Dean, whose selflessness and empathy and boundless capacity to love Crowley doesn’t really understand, and so - sure - he may have thought about reconciling with Gavin, and even Rowena, simply because that’s what Dean would have done (and, by the way, we’ll see what price Dean will pay for his determination to love his family no matter what later this season, I think), but his heart was never really in it. As much as he understands, and exploits, human nature, Crowley trades in measurable things, not feelings. A relationship with another person - that’s the definition of something you can never fully control, no matter how hard you try, and that’s why I don’t think it would have appealed to Crowley to try and build one with Gavin. After all, we saw what happened even with Dean - this person Crowley was absolutely smitten with, and wanted by his side at any cost, and had been courting for years and years - when Dean stopped behaving in the way he was ‘expected’ to, Crowley cut him loose.

Ultimately, though, I don’t know. It’s a sad mess, really.

#ask #spn 12x13 #gavin mcleod #crowley #jonathan strange & mr norrell #book rec #seriously #go read that thing #if you haven't already