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zombie-bait · 20 days
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happiest girl in the whole entire world
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thinking about my favourite kind-hearted eldritch horror trapped in the body of my favourite traumatized goth girl
(+ purple variant)
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i love makoto so much but fanon does her so much better (the good parts of the fandom) because in the game her character is so lack luster. they butchered her confidant it is so borning and not even about her. they made her a cop. A COP. they pushed this "canon waifu" role onto her (before sumire came along and did it Even Worse). and it SUCKS because SHE IS SO MUCH MORE!!! SHE IS SO MUCH BETTER!!!! SHE COULD'VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! the way i feel about canon makoto is the same way i feel about the canon ryuji events post komoshida where he's horribly mistreated and used purely as comic relief: i ignore them <3 my game now <3 never happened <3 my ocs <3
You are so right. I generally apply this to all characters in p5 bc the game does such a shit job of staying consistent with character arcs and personalities. Theres a desperate need to throw in perverse jokes at the expense of female characters and a need to show that the police (as a whole) are reliable people who are not influenced by things like money and power; only the BAD cops do that. Not to mention this obvious fatphobia and homophobia but i feel likes thats a given.
But back to Makoto. Shes a victim of bad writing just like everyone else. Ryuji during the kamoshida arc was fighting with self loathing and genuine anxiety, and aside from the like. One comment on Panthers outfit in the metaverse, hes more than well behaved. All of that is shelved as soon as Kamoshida is gone and replaced with him being weird comic relief (and the focus of alot of sexual jokes that were nonexistent in the beginning of the game). Anns arc about self love and empowerment is completely dropped as soon as the nasty bad guy is put away (so that its good to be weird about her w the Good Guys). Makoto loses her a chunk of her personality to be the mature waifu which is INSANE to me bc shes like. Not okay or normal at all 😭😭😭 she THINKS shes responsible and so does everyone else on her team, but its an act! She doesnt know shit! And she doesnt know that she doesnt know shit bc shes respectful and adults dont care about anything as long as u respect them!
Its very telling that for literally every single thief (and goro), you can see the exact moment the writers gave up on adding anything of worth to their characters outside of the social links. Its like they didnt know what to even do w the characters at their disposal after their main arcs were complete. No mention of friends hanging out without you, no mention of having group hangouts. Everyone is treated as a core, important member of the friend group DURING their arc, but outside of it, they are acquaintances at best. Theres nothing in the game that convinces you that these guys are legitimately friends who care for each other and do Friend Things. And i describe it like that bc there IS a game that treats them all as friends, and its strikers! Strikers/Scramble genuinely feels like the game p5 wanted to be; a road trip w your team where they stay up at night talking to each other and hanging out and doing things together that dont necessarily include you, the player. Its refreshing and lovely but it sucks that u get that kind of attention to detail in a ‘spinoff’ title
#chattin#i hesitate to use spinoff bc its a pretty big game#and theres an amazing plot with wonderful characterization#and their handling of jails and jail owners is LEAGUES better than the bs they tried to make up w palace users#and all the thieves feel like family. and not in the annoying fandom way; like#were family in the same way a family is forged and tended to. i love you. no one is left behind. no one is made to feel inferior another#its really good and honestly if u want more interactions between everyone i really recommend a playthrough#but yeah#p5 sucks#i love it but i love the version of it i made in my head LMAO#maybe p5r did a better job w the dialogue and some questionable scenes#(i wouldnt know. i didnt play it lol)#so maybe thats what people need to be using as a point of reference#but i only plyed p5 so this is what i have; a group of people who show up for meetings and then go about their life#and that kinda sucks. why make this wholly unique experience in which these teens can only relate to each other#make them bonded over their shared experience w this unbelievable world#and then not only make them NOT interact; but have the end be ‘okay by akira.’ and leave it at that#they just. didnt know what to do w anyone#they needed their girls to be waifubait and the boys to be an afterthought#they needed a buffet of older woman for pathetic men to fuck through their self insert#and they needed a story convoluted enough to keep people stuck trying to figure it out themselves#its bad. its so bad. its so fucking bad. but i have to be here. WE have to be here.#bc who else is going to take these characters out of hell and treat them right ??!!!
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I was seeing a ballet yesterday, and naturally I gained inspiration to make an AU for BC out of it, so here have Blind Channel as Giselle:
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(tw: suicide(as in the original))
part I:
our main character of the story is Olli: a peasant boy living his life in a beautiful little village enclosed by forests and fields, son to a family owning the local tavern 🍻
due to his families good status, there's not many worries to his daily life
only: his heart
there's Aleksi, huntsman of the area, a young man who has grown up alongside Olli, their families close due to their professions, and for years the two boys have played together in the close creek, or the flower fields, or spend long evenings observing the drunk patrons, and Aleksi has always liked teaching Olli about the wildlife, the traces the animals left in the dirt, and adored how eagerly Olli has listened to his words, and how adorable he looked with his big eyes when Aleksi has found a particularly beautfiful flower 🌸
it was no surprise (to him or anyone else except Olli) that Aleksi fell in love, and for him it was etched in stone that Olli would marry him as soon as Aleksi asked him to
but then why did Olli block off all of his romantic advances?
it didn't deter Aleksi from his mission however; every day he would make sure to see him, and bring him and his family gifts, little presents that would make Olli's life brighter and keep him in his mind
part II:
Joonas has always liked the forest more than his home, a big castle with every richness that he could think of. but the thick tress around him gave him the one thing his status as a nobleman couldn't provide: freedom ⚜
the little village at the edge has always peeked his interest, and not even his squire could keep him from his newly formed plan
it was one day where he just had to wander off somewhere where noone knew him and his duties, and so he just dumped his mantle and sword into his squire's arms and ordered him to hide his possession in an abandoned shed
and oh how much lighter his steps were from then on, and how much fresher the air smelled, and...
how beautiful this boy looked!
it was by no means an easy feat to get the boy to even look at him without golden locks shielding his eyes, and rednes to cover his cheeks; his shyness the cutest thing Joonas has ever seen
but how much better it was even to be able to hold Olli's hands, to hold him by his waist, to spin him around, see him laughing!
his heart was gone, it was no longer his, all of it belonged to Olli, and Joonas was sure he would never meet someone as loving as him (there was an admonishing voice in the back of his head reminding him of a fiancé, but Joonas was good at keeping it quiet) 🌞
part III:
Aleksi, after time growing suspsicious that Olli was drawing back more and more, and wondered where his best friend and lover was venturing off to couldn't hold back a cry of pain when he saw him and a man of unknown to him arm and arm with each other
it couldn't be! Olli has been his forever, and should have been his forever! ⚡
he had to know who that man was, and so one evening Aleksi quietly followed the mystery man all the way to a shed, and witnessed as he put on a royal red cape, a sword, and took a trail that led him to a horse bound to a tree
this man couldn't be from here, couldn't be from their village or from any around them, there was only one conclusion, and Aleksi couldn't believe it
that nobleman could have everyone, had probably many people laying to his feet, but he had to come here, and take Olli away from him?!
meanwhile the harvesting festivities were in full swing and there was even word the Duke would come honour the village! 🍁🍂🧅
and it was Aleksi's perfect chance
after having to watch Olli and that lying man prance around the marketplace his time has come: just when the party of noblemen and the Duke was to arrive and Joonas took his leave, Aleksi took him by his collar and pinned him down to declare to the whole village what evil was among them, and opened Olli's eyes to the hoax he has fallen victim to
he produced the nobleman's sword as a proven fact, and it fell to the ground as loudly shattering to his ears as Olli's cries were
the madness has gotten him! Aleksi tried to support his friend's body, calling for him to be relieved, to spare his tears; it was alright now, Aleksi was by his side, danger was gone, he would never have to see that man again, but Olli only pushed him aside, trying to cling to Joonas who by now showed only defeat 💔🖤
it was a dance of lunacy, and Aleksi gasped when Olli took hold of Joonas' sword and-
it was too late. two pair of hands stretched to prevent him from doing this horrific act, but the sword was already pushed into his abdomen by his own doing
Olli was laying on the ground in a pool of blood that was quickly washed away by weeping men, both Aleksi and Joonas alike
part IV:
because of his suicide Olli wasn't granted a place in the local cemetery but had to be buried somewhere in the forest, at a place many sould have found their last place for many different but sad reasons
Aleksi was there this first night when on his way back home he made a detour to visit Olli's grave ✝
he could sit there for hours, staring, crying, screaming, regretting, so much regretting
dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong
it was time, and Aleksi has lost it
this hour was for the vila, and this place was theirs to hunt: the many women who got abandoned on their wedding days and gotten their hearts broken and betrayed by men to the point of their deaths and were now on a path of vengeance 💢⚔
and they have gotten Aleksi circled, a lonesome grieving target, and he was theirs to use a puppet, to make him dance dance dance till the sun got up and his feet bled and his lungs gave up and his body broke and he joined the land of the dead
the same fate could fall upon Joonas, who just as Aleksi found his way to Olli's grave, and this night too he was there at the feet of the stone cross
and he could swear he was hearing Olli's whispering, and a swish of white fabric at the corner of his eye made him turn around and there he was: a beautiful etheral appearance
but it wasn't the only one. more and more white creatured with long hair and veiles appeared and within seconds it seemed he was in the center of them
one of them, glowing and with a crown sparkling in the moonlight, came gliding towards him-
but Olli was suddenly between them, begging to leave him be, but Joonas was already enchanted, his feet no longer dancing to his own will
and Olli was desperate, knew that every second was more like 30 minutes for Joonas, and he was aware he couldn't survive as long as their queen was continuining her plan of torture and her subjects of vila helped her bring death upon all men
Olli didn't want to be part of this; yes he had been betrayed, but he was one thing his queen never experienced: forgiving
he couldn't hate Joonas, he could never
it didn't matter who Joonas actually was, he had won his heart fair and square with his charm, and his wit and his jokes, and his warmth, and Olli didn't want him to suffer like he did; he had to protect him
he kept pleading as he protected Joonas to his best ability, they only had to make it to sunrise and they would be safe🌤
Olli could move on, and perhaps Joonas could move on, and his queen wouldn't have any power over both them anymore
it wasn't long any more, they had to make it!
dong dong dong dong dong dong
not long anymore!
END
There's three different endings to this story originally and you can decide for yourself if Joonas survives or not. Aleksi is supposed to die though, and for this story I think it would be nice if Olli is freed and he and Aleksi meet in some kind of after-life and continue to h(a)unt the forest together, playing like when they were children, Olli having forgiven him and understanding that Aleksi only wanted the best for him, and Aleksi understanding that no matter what he did he couldn't just decide to take Olli's heart. Happy end, all was well :)
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gethimbackpdf · 2 months
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guys guys please read the pandava quintet it's so good
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the1trueanon · 13 days
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man, very few things make you feel more useless and unaccomplished than trying to apply for scholarships TnT
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(Took most of the dialogue from this as it’s one of my favorite scene in gaming!)
Nick: “Jasmine, you’re fifteen years old. You should consider eating something other than boxed Mac n cheese.” (Takes out a container from his bag) “I brought you food for lunch-”
Jasmine: (Jumps back in alarm) “OH GOD WHAT IS THAT?!?
Hancock: (Also goes flying back in fear at the green monstrosity)
Nick: (Calmly at the two Drama Queens) “It’s a salad.”
Jasmine: (Dives behind a confused Danse) “WHY IS IT GREEN IT LOOKS LIKE THE DEVIL!!!”
Nick: “Just calm down, doll.”
Hancock: (Examines the offered dish) “Eh, she’s got a point. It looks like you shredded a Super Mutant then tossed it into a bowl.”
Nick: (Lowly) “You’re not helping.”
Danse: (Crosses his arms) “I don’t see the problem here, it looks fine to me.”
Jasmine: (Climbs onto Danse’s back like a monkey and peeks over his shoulder) “It’s staring at me!” (Points accusingly at it)
Danse: “It’s an inanimate object. I highly doubt it.”
Nick: (Dad tone) “Jasmine. I need ya to do me a favor and eat some salad.”
Jasmine: (Jumps onto the coffee table like a cat with her back arched) “NnnnnnNo! No, no no!”
Nick: (Heavy sigh) “Hancock, hold her arms. Danse, keep her mouth open.”
Danse: “Roger that.” (Picks Jas back up from the table and sets her down on the floor)
Jasmine: (Takes out her Murder Mittens) “No! YOU FOOD FASCISTS!!! YOU CAN’T-”
Hancock: (Holds the girls arms behind her back so nobody gets mauled)
Danse: (Keeps Jas from closing her mouth on his fingers)
Nick: (Starts feeding his feral daughter the salad) “Cmon kitten, work with us here…”
Jasmine: (Aggressively hisses and snarls) “AAARHGHFHFHFH!!!”
Hancock: (As he struggles to keep her under control) “Don’t let her bite you too hard, Danse. Baby sister gets a taste for blood, we’re gonna have problems.”
[Later]
Jasmine: (Teenage grumbling as she folds her arms and sits on the sofa) “I can’t believe you made me eat salad!”
Nick: (Slight smirk from his spot next to her) “It wasn’t that bad, now was it?”
Jasmine: “No it wasn’t! It was tasty! That’s the PROBLEM!”
Nick: (Pats her head) “I’m sorry kiddo, it had to be done for the sake of nutrition and keeping ya healthy.”
Jasmine: (Grumpy kitten noises but she allows herself to be petted)
(Considering Jazzy regularly bites peoples fingers off, I think it’s too late for the blood thing, Hancock)
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bearsbeetsbeskar · 1 year
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face reveal and fics recommendations !
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Hello there!
With the lovely new followers I figured it was due time to show my face. Thank you for following and enjoying the nonsense I post on here!
Fics I have been devouring lately (all contain smut bc let's be real here):
Stay in Bed by @psychedelic-ink (joel miller x reader, one sided tommy miller x reader) because who doesn't need more preoutbreak! joel???
Learning to Live by @wheresarizona (Javier pena x f!reader - post colombia and narcos s3), soft!javi does things to me, so many things, and the smut is to die for
Palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin (agent whiskey x f!reader), whiskey on a dude ranch + horses? nuff said, and the smut is delectable
The World is Light Embodied by @davnittbraes (Din Djarin x f!reader), the ANGST, THE FEELS, THE FLUFF ugh it's so good
Infections of a Different Kind by @psychedelic-ink (FEDRA javier p. x firefly!reader), very excited to read about Javi in a crossover AU
I need more fic recommendations, drop them below! any and all pedro characters! drabbles, oneshots, longer WIPs (smut included pls), I NEED THEM ALL
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pirateboy · 3 months
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👁️ decide my album fate pls xx
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Rufus - Rags To Rufus
Favourite songs: You Got The Love, Ain't Nothin' But A Maybe, Tell Me Something Good, Smokin' Room
Songs I think you'd like: Tell Me Something Good, Look Through My Eyes, Rags To Rufus, Walkin' In The Sun
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thenegoteator · 1 year
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Hey there :) do you have any WIPs/unfinished works that relate to any new media/books you discovered this year?
heya!!! I sure do - this one is from a book I read this year called Six Crimson Cranes! unfortunately this was a case of unstoppable force (my enthusiasm) meets immovable object (my inability to render someone weaving a net that glows in about three different colours) and the force turned out to be pretty stoppable after all
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[send me 👀 and I'll share my unposted/unfinished art of 2022]
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cantstayawaycani · 4 months
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*personal
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nagaruru · 1 year
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the twitter sidem community has been an extreme comfort for me today. producers who speak different languages all coming together to mourn is kind of like group therapy, I think. I'll probably be on twitter a lot, because I feel like being surrounded by producers, even if the conversation is kind of negative, so if you'd like to talk about sidem, whether it be to vent or reminisce (though unfortunately I can't reminisce on much, in the grand scheme of things I'm a more recent producer from 2020) or just tell me what you love about your tantou, and you have one, please do feel free to reach out! my @ is wafuudoudou! (woah no way can you guess what unit I produce between tumblr and twt) again, no matter what, I'll always be a sidemP, and I will continue to love sidem with all my heart! it's hard to keep a positive outlook sometimes with the amount of disrespect we face as fans, but I'll always be up for promoting my idols. I love them too much to ever let them go. and I want to support both them and their seiyuu with everything I've got for as long as I can. thank you for the past almost two years, saisuta! things may be looking dark, but I'm sure we as a community can pull through bamco's bs.
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theygender · 2 years
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Working in excel with your only other coworker who also knows how to use excel
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#we're compiling data up in this bitch lads#using formulas and pressing buttons#we're making NUMBERS#rambling#real talk tho it was nice getting to work with her today#i pulled off a really difficult project and it was nice to show it to someone who understood the amount of work that went into it#my spreadsheet was set up all pretty BUT i needed advice on how best to communicate the data i needed over into an email for leadership#and she was able to show me how she puts together HER report on her spreadsheet for leadership#bc shes the only other person who compiles data on a spreadsheet for leadership#she's my 50yo work best friend who has a lot of knowledge about excel from her previous jobs using it in management#so it was nice to get advice from someone who has experience with it instead of having to google everything#my work mom and i are going to revolutionize our department one excel formula at a time 😌#im excited to put the stuff she recommended into place for these audits that im gonna start doing tbh#i volunteered to put these sheets together and compile the data for leadership completely unprompted. just like for fun#both bc it will improve my job by helping leadership take action on the common issues that we're seeing#AND bc autism hungry feed it numbers#im very proud of my work and i feel like narcissus looking at my own reflection every time i open the sheet ahdsjskk#i just got approval to put the spreadsheet together a few weeks ago and i presented my findings in a meeting today#and thats when i put forward the idea of compiling the data to send out to leadership on a monthly basis#and everyone seemed to really like it! and they liked the idea of that#i felt very proud#apparently upper management has actually been asking my supervisor if we have that sort of data#and she was able to tell them 'well ACTUALLY eli just put together a spreadsheet about it take a look'#im getting a good grade in spreadsheet. something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve#and itll probably look good on my resume and stuff but the important part is good grade in spreadsheet
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I just finished reading Letter to a Stranger by Colleen Kinder (and, of course, many many others) and it was quite a unique read for me
when given the choice (the time), i always read a book all at once in a few hours or over the course of a day or two (depending on how long it is). i’m not so good at pacing myself when it comes to books (i never willingly pace myself...i’m bad). when i don’t have the time, i’m terrible, it’ll take me months to finish a book because i feel so demotivated knowing i might be able to read a few chapters but no more because i’m too busy.
but i started reading this book on the 17th of july, a sunday. i read a few letters. i called it a night. i had a busy week. the 22nd, friday, i read some more letters. i had time to read the majority of the book but i put it down. i read an entire fiction book instead over the course of 2 ish days. i loved that book. i read some more letters. i read some letters each night before bed. just a few. i honestly think this was the first book i’ve ever deliberately paced myself on because it felt like it’d be better consumed slowly, like reading it all at once would ruin it.
i really liked it. not every letter to a stranger of course, some drew my interest more than others. but i just loved the concept. when i think of people who have been a part of my life in one way or another, i never think of strangers. friends, family, teachers, school peers, friends parents, bosses, coworkers, sports leaders/coaches, and so on and so forth, i think of them. but if you ask me about strangers, it’s definitely true some have stuck in my mind often without so much as a name.
When I was 15, I spent one night in the hospital for observation, I was in severe pain and felt miserable but there was a girl in the bed next to me who i remember thinking of as beautiful and falling slightly in love with her (that may have been the very strong pain meds they had me on but still). when morning came, her family came to visit, and her boyfriend. He kissed her and i remember feeling like ‘aw man...’ but then he called her Sharlina and i was like wow that’s a name as beautiful as she is, I’m going to write that down. And I did. And it’s still in my notes. The first name in a list I started of names I like. The name doesn’t particularly appeal to me now but then I remember her and I’m like never mind it’s still beautiful.
Across the room from me was a woman who’d just had kidney stones removed or something of the sort. She was feeling like shit, I remember. Her son had found her passed out and called 111. But in the middle of the night when I was throwing up painfully into a small hospital container she pulled back the curtain around my bed, asked if I wanted her to get a nurse, and patted me on the shoulder. She couldn’t even get up to use the bathroom earlier! But the second she heard a kid around her son’s age throwing up it was like fuck it, my pain is irrelevant, I’m going to help. I never forgot that act of kindness.
and that’s just one occasion. there’s been so many strangers that have a cemented place in my memory it’s wild. and i guess i also have a place in some people’s memory as a stranger who did x.
when i was walking home from high school when i was maybe 14 years old I was stopped by a little kid, maybe 6 or 7, who explained he was walking home from school but was a bit scared. I held his hand and walked with him in the opposite direction from my house talking about his day at school on the way to his house making sure he got there safely until his parents car pulled up alongside us and they took him home from there. i dunno if he’d remember that. it was a minor act on my part, no big deal for me. but it’s cases like that I guess I might’ve stuck for some people.
I know some people hate the idea of Being Known. But from this book I’m actually quite fond of some glimpses people may have caught of me and remembered. Not knowing my name, or anything about me, just that I was doing x once and it was weird or interesting enough that it stuck. I’ll never know any of that. They’ll never know me I imagine. But little fragments of me could exist in random strangers too. that’s a cool thought to me. maybe i’m the grown ass adult they saw jumping in puddles, or the one wearing weird ass neon pink leopard print sweatpants to a council meeting, or the one who couldn’t get a hearty mince pie out of the cafe shelf without spilling half of it on myself, or the person licking an ice block on the coldest day of winter, shivering. i have no clue what’d stick of my actions. but it’s a fun idea to me.
#the taxi driver at the airport who directed us to the competitor company in front bc that was etiquette that we didn't know#and they didn't care about a potential customer just the respect of the system#the time i got pushed through into a blood test place in a wheelchair and everyone else in the room jumped to their feet#and shifted everything out of the way so i could be wheeled through#without a word while moving. just a 'can i help?' after#the girl from high school who barely knew me but invited me to her home after school when it was raining and hers was closer than mine#whose mum was delighted to meet me despite not knowing a thing about me prior. a warmth#when i was a kid fishing off the wharf without much luck and a random stranger fishing there recommended luncheon to us#we got a roll of it for fishing every summer after that. it was far cheaper with more of it and it worked#one summer i was walking home from hs and it was ridiculously hot and a car pulled up alongside me and offered me a ride home#it was the parent of someone i went to primary school with who THOUGHT they recognised me. and wanted to help#the kid i talked to a few times when i worked in the local library who told me lots about dinosaurs each time he got books out#haha the group of bellydancers who took care of me during a christmas parade i rode my bike in#like it just goes on and on#could not tell you the name or anything more about 95% of these people! just random fragments interacting in my life#anyway. i really liked the book. made the world feel more connected less separated#letter to a stranger
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jynjackets · 1 year
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Cassian Andor is so mother
#he literally adopts everyone or kills them#I love him so much#he takes in the most feral of cats and says ‘welcome home’#gosh#then that feral cat reminds him of why he’s doing all of this#because he was that angry cat himself once#and they become each others homes 😭#fic idea where cassian runs an animal shelter#jyn owns the bookstore next door with a books for prisoners program#they despise each others antics as neighbors and have a feud#she shoos away the cats that run into her shop#he doesn’t like how disorganized her store is and her cold nature#until their street is bought over by empire real estate and they band together to fight the gentrification#they’re setting up posters and fundraisers together for the street to keep their small businesses#Jyn stays late with Cassian one evening to discuss their ‘protest plans’#she gets to meet the animals and cassians favorite being the cat no one adopts#the one that snarls at anyone looking at it but loves only cassian bc he had the patience and understanding#cassian finds more excuses to visit jyn in her shop and asks for book recommendations often#she shows him her favorite book about a lost boy growing up to be a soldier and finding his way back home#they bond over socialist books and why they both started their businesses#they understand each other and are initially afraid of how alike they are#they fight the rent hikes with the other business owners in the neighborhood and declare their love for each other#the end lol#jyn erso#cassian andor#rebelcaptain#andor#rogue one
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carcinized · 2 years
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I forgot high school freshman were on this site anyways if youre a freshman in high school im giving u the biggest fuckijg hug ever. I promise high school doesnt take as long as u think it will but yes youre absolutely right for thinking it’s horrible. Big hug
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annarubys · 2 years
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i feel like no one has been online lately but it’s so hard to find new people to follow because there are too many criteria i have to vet people for first and if i don’t do it thoroughly enough i risk initiating a mutual that i break after like three days
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