#you can try to debate me on this timeline but it wont really be a debate

[shinewonder]

Whats ur interpretation of fnafs lore

All of it? Well, i'm no good theorist, so most of the things here might be wrong and are just opinions, really! Won't even go over the steel wool games because ruin is about to come out...

>Bite of 83 happens first (Why: It gives William a motive to kill; Gives a reason for Henry to make the security puppet; "Don't you remember what you saw?" doesn't mean it was a murder that he saw per se, this could relate to "What's seen in shadows is easily misunderstood in the mind of a child", what was misunderstood might've been an employee putting on the fredbear suit; "Not until i undo what he has done and heal this wound. A wound that was first inflicted on me" doesn't necessarily imply that this "wound" is the very first thing to happen in the story, just that Charlie was William's first victim, the Crying child's death could be left out of that speech since that wasn't something William did; Midnight motorist's name in the game code is "Later that night", what night? The night Charlie is murdered, maybe. Her death is also a minigame in pizza sim, so it works as an allusion to it and in Midnight motorist we play as William driving around, he steps out of his car to kill her as seen in "Take cake to the children". This minigame, however, shows some things that make me believe CC is already dead and is golden freddy, which i'll mention later) >Crying child was always in agony, this amplified his remnant and gave the Fredbear plush sentience (Why: Fredbear plush's presence in fnaf world [Which is canon! Not the gameplay part, obviously Freddy Fazbear and his gang aren't throwing giant pizzas at Rainbows, but the hidden lore in it] relates to his "I'll put you back together" promise; The color change in text. Why would William show up to see his son in the hospital and refer to himself as the fredbear plush? It's not him anymore) >CC possesses golden freddy and haunts Michael (Why: Midnight motorist's person watching tv is far too understanding to be Mike, considering the things he does in fnaf 4's minigames; The place that makes the most sense for the son to go is the grave, why else would it be there if it wasn't important?, but Mrs Afton is never really mentioned anywhere, what would be the purpose of making her be dead and never even show that that's the case?; The bigger footprints aren't human, this can't be an animatronic or a springlock suit - it's raining, golden freddy has far more supernatural abilities, he teleports to the office and jumpscares you with his head flying towards you; Fredbear plush uses the same words on fnaf world's clock ending as he does on CC's death and on fnaf world we are seen making the fnaf 3 minigames which lead to the happiest day, implying that the kid with the golden freddy mask and that possesses him is CC, recieving the birthday he never got to have; Why can't the son go to "that place?" If it's CC's grave and he's coming back to taunt him, maybe Mike's going there to check his grave, and William who doesn't believe his son's soul is tormenting his brother is angry he just won't stop going there no matter how many times he's told him not to; "It's me") >William becomes an alcoholic and kills Charlie in a drunken rage

>Discovers Mike might've been right about fredbear showing up to haunt him and deduces that's his son through seeing the puppet being possessed and decides to put him back together >The MCI happens >Charlie uses CC's remnant to give life to the MCI kids (Why: Give gifts, Give life's last kid, golden freddy's kid, never is given any masks by the puppet, he already has one; When CC dies we can see the main 4's plushies disappear one by one; "Why would the tiny toy chica be missing her beak" because the crying child's memories had an effect on the souls; Why do we only have to put CC back together? Maybe "you're broken" refers to his remnant being taken away from him; this one's a stretch, but maybe the "was it me?"s and "1987"s on fnaf 4's teasers relate to cc's memory of how he died having an influence on the bite of 87 happening) >Jeremy Fitzgerald suffers the bite of 87, with Mangle being the one to do it >(This one's more of a headcanon, really, but) William convinces Mike to help him collect remnant without telling him what it really is. remorseful over what he did to CC, he agrees and becomes Fritz smith and later Mike Schmidt (Why: "It was right where you said it would be" and "I'm going to find you" mean William was still around and in touch with Mike before sl, which places that game after fnaf 1, since the minigames that have William getting springlocked show that the animatronics he dismantled were the originals. Considering that, the popular notion that Michael was working as Mike S and Fritz to find his dad doesn't really work. The logbook shows sketches of fnaf 1 and 2 animatronics so he was around by then, but what were his motivations? What does tampering with the animatronics entail in-universe? My best guess is since he went along with what his dad said in sl, couldn't he have done it before? While his dad was killing on the dayshift, he was helping him by night, analysing the animatronics and extracting remnant from them, and when he ultimately got fired in 1, his dad went back to get the remnant Mike couldn't and got springlocked. i don't think Michael would approve of helping the murders, if we consider him Fnaf 3 and pizza sim's protags. plus i don't think the tone he uses regarding his father on that cutscene was particularly fond, though it was kind of vague. so if this is the case, then he had to have accepted due to not understanding the reality of the substance they were getting, believing he was atoning for what he did to CC and putting his family back together, only realizing what really was going on on sl)

>The funtimes are made and Elizabeth dies (Why: this one has to be placed later for the progression to make sense - killing with the suit -> robots that kill for you) >Fnaf 1 happens, William becomes springtrap >Sister Location happens and Mike turns on his dad >Mike lives due to Elizabeth believing he's her dad (Why: "You won't die" = remnant transfusion; "They thought i was you"; Baby's desire to make her father proud) >The box had Fnaf World in it, Michael plays it so he can put his brother back together and give him his happiest day as Fredbear plush guides him during fnaf 3 (Why: "What's in the box? It's the pieces put back together" -> Fnaf world is about putting CC back together - Clocks = memories, "i will put you back together", relation to happiest day, map looks like a brain; Open box on fnaf world's files; Mike's Fnaf 3's protag [considering the logbook's drawings] + Fnaf 3's minigames = Mike's fnaf world's protag) >Pizza sim happens >UCN follows Mike being held in purgatory by CC (TOYSNHK) while the other kid that forms Golden freddy torments William (Why: "The one you should not have killed" Why shouldn't you have killed this one in particular? If it's Michael who we play as, CC would fit as he's the only one Mike's killed; The roster - Why would william be haunted by the nightmares or the mediocre melodies if he didn't have any connection with them?; The character that approaches Old Man Consequences in Ucn has the same sprite as fnaf world's protag character; "Leave the demon to his demons" as William screams on the background; Old Man Consequences is an alligator, Andrew wore an alligator mask in "the man in room 1280", but this character does not seem to have any issues with the player, Mike didn't kill him)

Another thing that i believe, but doesn't really change anything is that CC is Cassidy (Why: SenshiOfSadness on reddit found that the logbook's foxy grid's answer is "is springtrap"; Faded : "The party was for you", Altered text: "It was for me" = the altered text's writer's name isn't decided by the foxy grid, William afton isn't ever celebrating his birthday after all, so the other name that was found on the logbook, Cassidy, is the Altered text writer's; It makes very little sense, narratively, to introduce one character that's heavily associated with his birthday [Dying on his birthday, Fnaf world + happiest day connection] and just have some other kid also have a party be for them; The altered text knows far too much about CC's life; To me, Afton family reunion works better as a story than William and Mike are having a conversation and Cassidy just likes to gossip. I still do believe in golden duo though, it's just that Cassidy is the Afton and the other one has no name yet, maybe it's Andrew?)

Wow this got long...

#i didnt write this very carefully #its not very clear i dont think #then again im not sure of the lore myself haha #you can try to debate me on this timeline but it wont really be a debate #ill probably just go along with whatever you say... #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf headcanons #golden duo #andrew fnaf #cassidy afton #crying child #michael afton #william afton #ask #asks #anon #rambles

[beefboyandbabygirl]

my fic timelines (for fun) !

SPOILERS FOR ALL MY CURRENTLY RELEASED FICS, just thought this would be fun for anyone that enjoys my stuff. You can kinda get an idea of what the fic is before it's y'know the full, completed thing. Sometimes I write down specific quotes I want in the story, and most of the time I also plot out the metaphors I want to use and stuff to sort of keep everything connected (but i have decided to forgo the metaphor-plotting). Also sometimes I end up changing things from how it's originally intended (just in case u read smth and ur like "thats not the way it was!"). the girl code one is soooar funny frs

*also shiver me timbers doesnt have a timeline bc its so short lol

GOODBYE, FOURTH OF JULY:

party-party sad

how yn and chan met + how yn is avoiding him during classes now, purposefully making herself late so she can sit with someone else and chan watches her intensely across the lecturehall 

chan FINALLY gets yn to his house while hes getting ready for a date. theres like a semi confrontation where hes like “i can tell your lying u kno” og yn er like… “no im nooooot” 

yn is soooooo depressed. so seungkwan and soonyoung and host an intervention (seungkwan is a second opinion)

chan develops a theory that someone mightve harassed yn at the party and he has heard women can b embarrassed ab that type of thing 

chan finally rips yn to his house and hes ANGRY bc shes been ignoring him and shes scared and feels bad and they have this big argument (“WHY WONT U LET ME HELP YOU”)  where she ends up confessing and chan realizes in that moment that hes in love with her too

super hot sex w praise and sweetness and desperation TIHIHIHIHIH

JUDAS IN THE WINDOW:

Yn comes home, thinks about chan blah blah sees him in window

Yn explroes the suburban ass town, sees the church is drawn to it. Is surprised to see chan in there WEARING A PRIEST UNIFORM. Naur. They talk a little. Sees the judas stained glass. Chan invites her to eat at his house also invites her to like church get together in 2 days

Yn eats dinner at his house, finds out he BOUGHT IT OFF HIS PARENTS WHEN THEY WANTED TO MOVE. CRAZY. A lot of tension and maybe a small argument bc of their differences and how yn kinda judges him for staying the same in the same place and how chan kinda judges her for being a whore n shit 

Yn still comes to the get together much to chans surprise! She keeps trying to apologize but ppl KEEP getting in the way! So chan is like just wait here until after the thing and shes like ok lmao. 

Chan and yn sex scene but first they gotta like. Talk out their differences. “I always felt a bit like judas” 

“I can’t tell if its you or god I turned my back to” you laugh

He watches you with an unreadable expression. “Maybe both,” he whispers. 

GIRL CODE:

at a party, yn and the girlies and dare i say mingyu find woozis book hes always writing in. after much debate, they decide to open it, and what in gods name. its the girl code. the girlies r outraged. thats for girls only. they dont confront woozi, as he has left (he forgot the book lmao).

yn and the girlies confront woozi after class in a secluded classroom. they interrogate. woozi, usually cold and cynical, cracks under the pressure of vicious angry girls and admits. hes writing it down so he knows how to approach his crush. yn is sad. 

yn thinking over her relationship with woozi. yeri (roommate) is annoyed bc she can hear her thinking (outrageous). flashback to the party where woozi #fucked her and shes wondering if it was really that long ago (it was). 

the girls have adopted woozi, and yn kinda thinks its torture bc now she is sad around him (and v insecure bc DOES NO ONE WANT HER?). but they coo and they love him bc hes such a sweet boy, and they’re giving him tips while theyre doing their makeup for a night out  and hes writing it down diligently. he asks her if shes ok. shes a little taken aback. yeah i am. 

another night of helping woozi and adopting him. mingyu wants 2 join but hes NOT one of the girls and hes all whiny and sad about it bc he does NOT want to go out with seungcheol and jeonghan again theyre mean. too bad. ur not woozi. this is for woozi and girls only. i imagine woozi pulls yn to the side and asks her directly like. i know ur not okay. i can tell. there’s something wrong. yn is like. i dont want to talk about it. woozi is like fine queen. 

mingyu (who is closest to yn) WANTS TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING IN WITH THE ADOPTED WOOZI THING. hes asking her over lunch and shes all angry ab it. she finally spills that hewas writing down notes for his crush and now shes sad bc  she kinda likes him and thought they had smth going on. mingyu is shook. he partially thinks the whole girl code book is rlly funny but he also feels bad. he buys her a froyo. 

at another party and mingyus mission is to get yn laid so shes no longer insecure and so she can get over woozi. introduces her to wonwoo and they talk at the party. while theyre talking yn notices woozi storming off from the party and putting two and two together, she figures things probably went south w his crush. she catches up to him outside the party and hes all angry and buff and doesnt want to talk to her. a heated discussion w jealousy and woozi finally confesses by being like. ok wait and he goes into a random garden and picks out a couple of flowers and start reciting the confession script on his phone. yn is like. noar way. shes shook and doesnt say anything and so woozi starts being all apologetic like. i know its not roses and i know its not exactly the setting you guys told me- yn kisses him tihi. they kiss then have the sex. its great. jealous sex. yum.

I ❤️ DILFS / GOOD GIRL:

Bff Giselle convinces yn to go to seokmins party invite (and bring her) and also idk maybe seokmin and vernon and her as a kid flashbacks? - establishes yns character, and also seokmins kindaaa

At the party and jeonghan flirts w her haaaarddd and seokmin is like lmao stay away from her and then brings her to his room where she’s safe and they talk ab what they’ll do in the fall break and they realize they’ll both be at dorm during holiday and then they’re like we should hang out fo sho

They hang out the first day and there’s like an ooopsie moment like hm idk what yet, maybe like seokmin remembers from childhood that’s she’s ticklish and he tickles her and they’re wrestling and he ends up on top of her (sexual tension tihi)

They hang out again and they drink? and yn ends up spilling that she’s bad at masturbating…. N he teaches her while they watch porn….. hot (smut frs) 

Next day again and yn is insisting on returning the favor but seokmin is v v sweet and in luv n is like noarrr but yn insists and then she gives him a blowjob  

Yn facetimes vernon and it makes her feel like a whore and tells him she doesn’t want to do it anymore over text (she’s afraid if she sees him shell abandon all modesty and jump his bones) and they don’t see each other that day - conflict 

Seokmin at her door. She only lets him in when he says sum shit like “I need to know I didn’t make you uncomfortable”. Then they confess their feelings and they have fr sex (also virgin mode, #firsttime, #dickomode) 

i hav 2 more completed timelines, but the fics arent done yet >:)))

#personal #dickomode #why am i like this

[actualbird]

Many things confuse me about alcohol and drinking culture but by far the weirdest thing for me is how beer is somehow seen as both tasting like shit and the best choice for your first alcoholic drink. Almost everyone I have ever met will go on and on about how beer tastes horrible and everything else tastes so much better and then go by the way if you wanna try drinking start with beer and I just go hUH??????

I think soju's starting to take over beer as the best choice for a first alcholic drink though which honestly is for the best. I don't hear nearly as many complaints about the taste of soju.

Aaaaa I'm really tempted to watch the cn server cards. I've heard so many good things about them and will gladly watch someone else watch them but for some reason I can't bring myself to just watch them myself. Vyn's dynamic with his dad sounds so interesting though! I'm glad it doesn't seem unsalvageable since from what I know of his backstory it really didn't seem like his father had bad intentions. Maybe I'll watch it if I get Vyn's RRG card...

From the post I read about wine and its scams apparently the label is really easy to fake so all Marius would have to do is successfully fool Vyn into actually believing him. Still easier said than done but I can absolutely see him try.

🌌

eyyo, milkyway :DDD

irt beer and soju:

man mannNNN SAME FRIGGING HAT!!! i mean, maybe i see the logic here? first alcoholic drink SHOULD taste like shit, maybe. so that ur expectations r down waaaaay low from the beginning HAHA

SOJUUUUUUUU!!! SOJU MY BELOVED!!!! oh im v glad soju is taking over, i rlly love soju tho it only got popular over here like around 2017 i think. but ever since then, yep! v popular! my fave soju flavor is the peach one but even with the flavors, i cant drink soju On Its Own cuz the alcohol taste is still strong (as it does pack a respectable amount of alcohol content) but it's nowhere near the bad taste of beer. beer tastes bad, soju tastes like clean and crisp <3

a clean crisp taste i compliment by taking soju and mixing it with equal parts sprite and yakult. it may sound odd for some, but trust me. this works. it's AWESOME

irt cn server cards and vyn and his father:

the cards from the cn server are VERY GOOD but i totally understand if u maybe wanna wait until they come out on the global server!!! like, the global server's timeline has already been noted to be uhhhh worryingly sped up (i talked about it in several asks before but i cant find the links huhu) so we supposedly wont have to wait as long for certain events. bbuuut vyn's bday is fixed tho, it's not moving KJBKJS

YEA YEA the vibes i get between vyn and his father r rlly like "mistakes were made, things couldve been better" but not on purpose. which, personally, is a kind of relationship and history that i find very very interesting since like, when relationships go into this gray area between hate and love, it's harder to navigate. but theres also waaaayyy more space for stories to tell.

i REALLY WANT VYN'S RRG CARD!!! or, well, when the JP dub comes out, i'll watch it since my gacha luck is shit. but the vyn rrg card, ive been told, is filled with VYN LORE. so i need to KNOW.

(also i want the vyn rrg card bc of that card's second evolution. i wanna be able to toss probably-drunk!vyn at an opponent in a debate)

and lastly irt marius fuckin with vyn:

Marius, before entering Vyn's office, removes a d20 die from his pocket. On a nearby desk, Marius does a flat roll with the die as he mutters "deception" to himself.

He rolls a Natural 20.

Marius grins, now full of placebo effect confidence, as he pockets the die once more and kicks the door to Vyn's office open. "HEY, DOC, I'VE GOT THIS GREEEEAAAATT GIFT FOR YOUUUUUU!"

#milkyway!anon #when will the universe allow me time and focus to write the tot dnd au of my dreams #either where they play dnd or they ARE in the dnd universe and i go meta with game mechanics again lmao #asks #alcohol cw

[andromedasstarship]

in the stars - chapter 4

photo credit - @ssa-emilyhotchner​

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader 

warnings - canon typical criminal minds, stalking, angst. pretty tame chapter 

summary - “I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent.

a/n - hi besties. so this chapter is p short compared to the last one, i had like  7k something chapter 4 and it just didnt feel right, BUT that means chapter 5 is basically done i just need to edit it soooooooooooo hopefully wont take a long time lol! enjoy, heart yall forever 

masterlist // series masterlist // read it on ao3 

chapter 3 / chapter 5 

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The rest of the team was left in various levels of shock. Everyone was struggling to process the bomb of information that had just been revealed. With hindsight, it was easy to connect the strange levels of tension and intimacy that radiated between you and Hotch. What was more difficult to swallow, was the new understanding that Hotch had been keeping this secret for nearly five years. Random ‘trips’ that Hotch would take out of state or the subtle sprinkles of wealth showing up in the form of gifts suddenly made sense. 

This was completely uncharted territory for the entire team. Given Hotch’s history, it wasn’t too difficult to understand how protective he may be of any relationships post-Haley; but the magnitude of your relationship- both in terms of your status as well as length-, and the withholding of information even on the case was a different form of betrayal that couldn’t be kicked under the rug. 

Hotch had always been one of the fiercest advocates for unity, truth and an equal playing field when it came to information concerning a case,- Morgan was still feeling second hand embarrassment for Jordan- for him to be the one to hold back such influential info was difficult to fully wrap their heads around. Anger, of course, was felt and there would certainly be time for that anger- not even getting started on the amount of questions everyone was bound to have-, but as the team was silently processing, they all reached similar conclusions. Hotch was displaying a softness and side of him they hadn’t seen in a very long time and they wouldn’t let their valid frustrations get in the way of solving this case. 

Morgan was the first to speak, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I need to text Garcia about this.” He said, shaking the phone a bit. Everyone managed to laugh at that, all certain that Garcia would have the most interesting reaction to the news.  

“You know…, the other day when she was giving me a tour of her house, I pointed out a bottle of Dalmore 25 she had on the wall. She got really weird about it and I thought she was trying to play modest, but this, this makes a lot more sense.” JJ remarked lightheartedly. 

“So now we know Hotch has some game then, huh?” Morgan quipped, a large grin on his face. When everyone just stared blankly back at him, even more confused than they already were he continued. “Do you all not remember when he ‘magically’ got a bottle of Dalmore 45, those start at twelve grand” 

Reid was about to open his mouth and add to the conversation, but just as the words were leaving his mouth Hotch stormed back into the conference room. One hand was tightly balled in a fist while the other was gripping his phone. 

“She’s not answering her phone. Three times, it went straight to voicemail.” 

“She isn’t on set today, when she left this morning she told me she had work related errands to run.” Emily recounted, racking her brain for any more info about your whereabouts. 

Hotch strode over to an open laptop at the edge of the table, quickly hitting a series of buttons until a very flustered Garcia appeared on screen; her mouth dropping open when she saw Hotch. 

“Questions later Garcia,” Hotch opened, already anticipating that someone Derek would have informed her of the latest news, “I need you to track Y/N. I want her current and last location.” 

“Yes sir! I uh, I will do that right now for you.” Garcia responded, clearly doing her best to hold back the hoard of questions and comments she had. The sound of her vigorously typing filled the room. “Alright sir, so the bad news is that it looks like her phone is currently turned off, but! The last place it pinged at was outside of Chateau Marmont about three hours ago. Which for those of you who don’t know this place is notorious for being the A-lister hideaway-” 

“Garcia, do a wide search for her name and location for today’s date. Check to see if there’s been any media sightings on her whereabouts.” Hotch ordered. He hadn’t forgotten how uneasy it had made him once he found out how easy it was to locate you. Paparazzi were a different form of ruthless and he’d never realized how difficult it actually was for people in the spotlight until he met you. 

“Let me see…, yes sir you are right! I’m getting a bunch of hits of her entering the-” Garcia’s sentence falling off with an ‘oh’. 

“Garcia, what’d you find?” 

A headline popped up on the screen. 

“Emma Co-Stars Pictured Together Out At Lunch: Has The Love Moved Past The Screen?” 

Underneath, multiple photos of you quickly loaded. There you were, cheerily standing next to your co-star, looking up at him with a big grin on your face. The photos showed the two of you in different positions as you made your way inside. A few of him as he opened the car door for you. One of you with your arm wrapped loosely around his while you walked up the door. One of you ducking under his arm as you entered the restaurant. 

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone did their own mini attempt at profiling the photo. It was difficult, you’d clearly proven to be a great actress and they knew you were capable of manipulating your outward emotions. It was even more difficult considering it was just a handful of mediocre quality photos. 

Hotch was tightly gripping the edge of the table, forcing himself to keep a level head. He knew it was unreasonable to get angry over the idea of you with another man, but it didn’t help the pang in his heart as he recognized the genuine signs of happiness you were emitting. 

“JJ,” Hotch said, voice dangerously calm, “call the restaurant and have them discreetly tell Y/N that ‘Andi’ is calling her.” Discretion was the highest priority for him, the envelope being even further confirmation that the unsub was closely trailing you. The last thing he wanted to do was either trigger a violent reaction or cause him to go underground.

Back when the two of you had been together, out of an abundance of caution, you used to refer to Aaron as ‘Andi’ in public. You hated not being able to thank him in speeches or mention him in any capacity, so this had been your best way around it. 

“Yes sir.” JJ responded, quickly moving out of the room to make the phone call. 

“Garcia, do you have any leads on the kid that dropped off the envelope?” Hotch asked. 

“No sir. The car he left in was reported stolen a few days ago with no leads as to where it went. Camera feeds loose the car about three blocks away and his face was too obstructed to get any hits that way.” 

“Alright, once JJ comes back with confirmation Y/N’s gotten the message, I’m going to pick her up. I want the rest of you to work with Garcia and categorize these photos. Cross reference whatever you can to get a timeline.” Hotch ordered, the rest of the team not being to be told twice. 

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“Where the hell are you?” Aaron demanded. 

Even through the phone, you could tell he was absolutely seething. It was bad, by the time you had picked up the phone you’d amassed a total of twenty texts and nearly ten missed calls from Aaron; not even mentioning the individual missed calls you had from each member of the team. It was bad, but in your defense it had been less than an hour from the first missed call to your current response. 

What could you say? You were big on not being on your phone when you were spending time with friends. 

“What do you mean, where the hell am I,” you answered, rolling your eyes as you leaned up against one of the private bathroom countertops. “How did you describe it before Agent? I’m very in ‘demand’.”

You could hear him groan through the phone and wondered if he was running his hands over his face; something he used to always do when you were being difficult; he absolutely was. 

“Y/N-” 

“I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent. As you were debating whether or not you should add the part about it being a publicity date, Aaron’s voice came through. 

“End it. I’m picking you up. The drive there from the station shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes.” Aaron said, his voice dangerously even. 

“I’m perfectly capable of getting back to the station on my own Agent. I don’t need you stirring up an absolute scene-”

“Y/N,” he started, voice commanding in a way that told you he was serious, “a package was delivered to the station today. Filled with hundreds of photos of you over the years,” he paused again and you could hear him take a deep breath before continuing, “there’s photos of us in there. The unsub knows.” 

You went silent, mouth opening over and over, unable to find anything to say. You had always envisioned a world where you and Aaron were some sort of ‘public’ knowledge, but never like this, obviously never like this. 

“Y/N, I need to come get you,” Hotch said, his voice much softer now, “I can’t-, I need to see that you’re safe.” 

“I’ll make something up,” You said quickly, before adding, “there’s a private valet area, I’ll send you the instructions to get past the gates and I’ll let the security know you’re coming to pick me up.” 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t draw any attention to yourself.” And with that he hung up, leaving you stunned in the bathroom. You gripped the edges of the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror. You wished you could stay in the bathroom for hours, desperately needing some time to privately process what Aaron had told you. 

That wasn’t in the cards for you though, so you quickly did some pointless attempts at ‘straightening’ your appearance- more for your benefit than anything else- before you turned the lock and left back for your table 

You slipped back into your seat across from your friend and co-star Johnny. 

“Your friend alright?” Johnny asked. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a small smile, “she’s fine. But my Agent called me when I was in there, she apparently managed to set up some last minute FBI consult to help me prep for an audition I have coming up. According to her, she ‘pulled a lot of strings for this’.” You said, rolling your eyes. The lie sliding out of your mouth with ease. “Whoever this FBI dude is, is supposed to come pick me up right about,” you looked down at your phone, “now apparently. So I guess our little date has to end early.” You said, giving him an exaggerated sad pout. 

Johnny rolled his eyes at that, giving you a small laugh. The two of you were both equally uninterested, romantically, in each other. But you did get along quite well, so being ‘forced’ into hanging out with each other outside of filming wasn’t bad; you’d probably hang out outside of filming anyway 

“No worries, we still on for running lines later tonight?” He asked. 

You thought for a moment, before nodding. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, help me flag down the waiter, I want to get one last drink in before I go.” 

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About twenty minutes later you found yourself waiting out in the private courtyard of the restaurant. You were doing your best to calm your nerves, this being the first opportunity you had to try and process what Aaron had told you. You should’ve seen it coming, if the stalker was so obsessed with you, he must’ve noticed Aaron in your life at some point. But you had been so careful. 

Then the other obvious thing hit you. His team knew. You were wondering how the team had taken the news when you saw the black SUV come into view. Aaron quickly stopped the car in front of you and before you could move to open the passenger door yourself, he was out of his seat in a flash, coming over to where you were standing. 

For a moment you were both silent. You felt tiny under his unrelenting gaze, his eyes scanning your entire being as he ensured himself you were okay. 

Without thinking, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, ensnaring his arms tight to his side. As soon you realized what you did, you were internally kicking yourself, moving to loosen your arms nearly as fast as you had put them there.

“Aaron I-” 

Before you could finish your attempted apology, Aaron had pulled his arms from under yours and repositioned them around you, pulling you tightly against him. Your head naturally fit perfectly under his and you took in a deep breath, letting his scent surround you. It was cliche, but you both were thinking about how perfectly your bodies melded against each other.  

You felt his hand rest gently on the back of your head, gently stroking down your hair in a steady rhythm. “I got you.” He whispered, so quiet you nearly didn’t hear it. 

You pulled your head back so you could look up at him. “I’m scared.” You said, admitting it aloud for the first time.  

Aaron was staring hard down at you, his face soft. “I know,” he started, moving a piece of hair away from your face, “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?” 

You nodded at that, missing his warmth when he started to pull away from you. He kept a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the passenger seat. He opened the door and helped you in, gently shutting the door behind you. As soon as your door was shut he wasted no time in getting in the driver's seat, starting the car up again. With a quick check to make sure your seatbelt clicked was in, Aaron peeled out of the parking lot. 

A few floors above the courtyard, in one of the private hotel rooms, a curtain was angrily thrown shut. 

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[saturno-sol]

The Brainrot has gotten to me

WELL HERE YOU GO FOLKS (almost) ALL MY NOTES ON WYRMTHREAD (Chantilly/Quezal) both in Canon and in a Happier AU because yes Most put under a readmore because its over 1K long and the very end has some suggestive things because I’m allowed to think like that too so just as a heads up

Anyways here

Canon Codex

Do not establish a relationship outside of a blooming interest in each other that gets nipped in the bud due to...yeah cries 

So let us not delve too deeply into Canon rn, and sadly since the plot absolutely needs Chantilly gone to progress we turn to HAPPIER AUS!!!!! :DDDDD because I drove myself deep into brainrot and aoughhhhghhhghhhhghh

Songs I associate with canon because music is good- 

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE by Tyler the Creator

Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

Rest Easy, I’ll See You Again by Cuco (the title is a LIE) 

Pain by Pinkpantheress

La Gata Bajo la Lluvia by Rocío Dúrcal

The Night We Met by Lord Huron (thank you Jaxx) 

Noche No Te Vayas by Los Tres Caballeros 

Better Timeline AU!!!! 

Placeholder name but honestly it might stick because I’m too lazy to think up of a better one hghfdnkj, am open to suggestions tho

Basic Premise of this AU: Through some magic fuckery or whatever, Chantilly is allowed out of the Troupe and decides to tag along with our funky wyrm gal because nowhere else to go/hrnng big lady pretty. They actually do start going out and it turns out hey! They like each other, like a lot. 

They like each other so much that they get married and bam, WyrmThread real 

This is great because not only is my otp now canon and alive, Fuego (and later on Lune when Fuego adoptskidnaps them into the family) now has both parents! And they love their kids sm like damn do not get in between them else you want to get yeeted to Unalive World. 

In this one, the motivations for [REDACTED] have now morphed into somewhat the same way in terms of being dealt with but now we got the lacey boy to help Quezal do [SPOILERS], fight [SPOILERS] and help complete [SPOILERS] and help establish her empire. (I’m sorry but I am not revealing any important Codex spoilers yet)

“Will you be the Malfina to my Connecticut Clark?” 

Girlboss and Malewife, except they’re both still murderous and would happily see you to your grave if you intervene with any of their plans. I’ve given Chantilly throwing knives :) because he deserves to be dangerous. 

He deserves to look cool!! With knives!!! Fighting alongside his wifey!! 

Of course NKG fucks off when Chantilly leaves the Troupe but I love to think of him being akin to a disapproving in-law (“Really Chantilly?? You run off and marry some wyrm that didn’t even have a kingdom to begin with? Have the standards of the Nightmare Vessels deteriorated as time went on?”) 

Chantilly is somewhat concerned that Fuego is much more, for lack of a better word, feral than a regular Grimmchild would be but he doesn’t regret the decision to have him. He loves his bitey son even if he scratches through fabrics like water. 

And Quezal enjoys having another person to coil around and snarl at anyone that gets too close to them. It does take a while until they’re like velcro due to her issues with touch being equated to violence (Thanks dad /s) but once she overcomes that fight or flight response she absolutely does not let go of him. 

Burrowing into a dark place and nuzzling until he smells like her makes Wyrm brain go brr. And since he isn’t a wyrm there’s no instinct yelling at her to maim him if there’s no babies to take care of/mating season passed, he in her eyes is harmless. Even if they both know different, at least in her brain he is just a lil guy, no threat to her. 

Chantilly loves all the attention he’s getting from her, absolutely will allow her to carry him off and coil up against him as long as he can work on sewing while she broods over him. 

He’s naturally warm and for a wyrm that needs outside heat to regulate her inner temp like a snake he’s like a hot water bottle, world cold husband warm. 

Happby family can these Queers be HAPPY PLEASE 

Love languages!!! 

Quezal once she gets comfortable with physical stuff likes to nuzzle and bite :) but not to draw any hemo or cause harm, just to hold in mouth. She also likes to do acts of service, making sure that her husband is wont for nothing and doing little things like sharpening his knives for him. 

Chantilly loves to gift-give! Usually things he made by hand. 

“Quezal pls let me make you pretty dresses and outfits please you would so look good in teal” 

He likes kissing a lot, smoochies for wife and cuddling is great for him too, as long as he can sleep with his chest unobstructed he’s good 

They both love showing each other off

“Look at my partner they’re the fucking best ever, none of you bitches can compare to them.” 

When the empire is finally formed and Quezal takes her place as Empress she offers the title of Emperor to Chantilly 

He declines, Royal titles are just not his thing and he feels uncomfortable with them, so instead he goes by the title of “Lord”

His duties consist of assisting with any paperwork Quezal doesn’t want to deal with and being eye candy (/j but also not really he loves being shown off esp in new outfits) 

He also deals with nobles that aren’t too pushy, the ones that do are quickly steered towards Quezal. And usually after a meeting with her they learn better than to try to smart mouth either of them. 

Family Notes!

Chantilly’s the one to go to if you need advice and soothing comfort

Quezal’s the one to go to if you need someone beat the fuck up and also advice but in the no nonsense way. 

She also comforts but it's not in the way that Chantilly will delicately soothe the pains away, she tells you how it is but will hug you and tuck you into bed if wanted. 

On the other hand, Chantilly is the one Fuego and Lune go to if they want to do something crazy or stupid and know that mom won’t say yes. 

He dresses them up in poofy outfits (see the clown costume I’ve thrown on Fuego as an example) and shows them off to Quezal 

“Look my dear! Aren’t they the sweetest things you have seen!” 

It is very funny 

SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THIS AU

Meet Me At Our Spot by WILLOW

First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski

I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry

She’s My Collar by the Gorillaz

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

New Light by John Mayer

Vivir by Jardin

coffee by Miguel

Never Getting Rid of Me from the Waitress Musical

WARNING WARNING

Ok next few am going to be a bit suggestive so stop here if you’re not into that but

I’m debating on if they’d have more children than Fuego and Lune and if so, how many HDJFJKSJ (thinking of twins named Arco and Iris because Arcoiris means Rainbow and I kind of like that and I’m also a sucker for twins) 

Listen, they’re both switches but most if not all the time Quezal’s the one topping. The man is submissive and breedable what do you expect HDJFJS

s i z e  D i f f e r e n c e 

Chantilly is a sensual romantic and loves a lot of buildup while Quezal just wants to get on with the good stuff, they make it work with communication and understanding each other :) 

They’re both capable of carrying so if they did have more kids I’d imagine they’d take turns on who’s turn it is to be eggy. (And I have so many thoughts about how they’d treat each other while pregnant but HHHHFJFJFHHHF too embarrassed rn waagaghgg) 

These two love each other very much and I love them. 

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[gothic-safari-clown]

The Mind’s Power Over the Body

Part 18: Unstoppable

Story summary: They only ever had each other. It had been that way since high school, ever since Elianna transferred to dreary Arlen and took Jonathan under her wing. They go separate ways for college, and when they're reunited at Arkham Asylum professionally, Elianna comes to find that they've both changed during their time separated. Can she look past the promise of danger and stay by Jonathan's side as they slide further and further into the darkness while she grapples to come to terms with the truth about herself? Can she accept what needs to be done in order to hold onto the only person who holds any meaning in her life? This is a very self-indulgent AU that draws from several different canons of the DCU and ignoring others, starting in the Batman Begins Nolanverse. This will follow the plot of the movie, although the timeline has been very slightly tweaked.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17

Word count: 2011

This chapter is really dumb and cheesy just a heads up 😂 I wanted to dabble in old school fanfic while I wrote this one I think. Idk, it’s kinda cute

El had come to hate the weekends. There was no substance to her days off now that she knew the thrills offered by the wretch of a city. Jonathan wouldn't let her run his underworld errands with him; an attempt to keep her safe from Falcone, he said. While she understood and appreciated the sentiment, the result was dreadfully long and slow weekends. They couldn't go to Arkham to supervise the project, lest they draw suspicion, and if Jonathan wouldn't take her with him to meetings, it left her with very little to do in the apartment.

Luckily, the day after her nightmare Jonathan had no reason to leave the apartment. On the other hand, he had spent his day worrying over her incessantly. Well, as much as Jonathan could "worry incessantly" in his own subdued way.

He had let her sleep in for hours, made her breakfast when she woke, and she was currently curled up on the couch next to him with the softest blanket from his linen closet. He had even let her pick the movie they were watching.

"Hey, Jonathan?"

"Mm?"

"Am I dying or something?" He looked across the couch at her, confused. "You're being really nice today. Are you still 'being me,' or am I dying?"

"Oh. Neither." He fell back into silence rather than offering the explanation that El was looking for. She waited patiently for a minute or two, giving him the opportunity to explain himself of his own volition before sitting up with a huff and pausing the TV, moving to sit next to him.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" El watched as Jonathan set his jaw firmly, releasing a long slow breath, all the while staring inscrutably at the coffee table. By the time he finally looked at her, the anticipation had made her too anxious even to admire the hue of his eyes as she normally would.

"Last night, you..." he trailed off and let out another sigh before continuing, "it made me worry. I've been thinking all day, and I'm wondering if maybe you would be better off leaving Gotham now and going somewhere without me." Whatever she had been expecting, this wasn't it. Her brow furrowed, and she struggled to organize her thoughts enough to argue as he spoke again. "I know you, and I know that that wasn't normal, and it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't gotten you involved."

"So what?" she sputtered. "Jonathan, you got me involved, but if I didn't want to be still involved, I wouldn't be. Don't worry about me. You're not responsible for my decisions."

Her words did little to soothe him, and he leaned against the back of the couch with his head tilted all the way back to look at the ceiling. "No, I'm not, but this is clearly taking a toll on you. I just think it might be better if-"

"I understand what you're saying, but you're wrong," interrupted El. "If I were to leave now, I would just worry about you more. Without me, you're on your own here, and it's going to take a lot more than some stupid bad dream to make me abandon you. I know that you can handle all of this on your own, but as long as I'm here, I'm going to keep supporting you in whatever ways I can."

He was technically right, to an extent; it wasn't normal for a nightmare to break her like that. But the fact remained that it was only a dream, and the fact that it had immediately followed a dosing of fear toxin only served to solidify her point further. It would never have affected me like that if I hadn't insisted on a second toxin trial.

Jonathan mulled over what she said for what seemed like ages, to the point that Elianna wasn't even sure where his train of thought may have taken him. Regardless, she knew that he must have been trying to come up with some absurd reason why she should leave anyway. Deciding to let him think (and knowing that she would win this debate with this move), she pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and lifted his arm to slot herself against his side.

He looked down at her as she settled his arm around her back, only to find her already looking up at him patiently with big green eyes. Shit. He could never argue with her when she looked at him like that, and she knew it. He did his best to steel his resolve, but then she blinked at him so sweetly that he had no choice.

"Fine," he sighed, finally looking away from her. "But no more toxin. From now on, you're just helping me supervise, understood?" He felt her nod fervently and wrap her arms tight around him. How did she always manage to get under his skin so well?

"I can't believe you thought you could get rid of me that easily," she scoffed. "I'm here to stay, love. I left you behind once, and I'm not going to do it again." Jonathan was amused by the childish notion behind her words but appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

He was silently glad that she had pushed against him on this particular issue. While he still believed that she would be safer away from the city, he really didn't want her to leave. She was too...important. As proven by how easily she could get him to concede just by looking at me, for fuck's sake.

"You know I would never try to get rid of you." Jonathan still faced difficulty coming to terms with her effect on him, but this time he didn't have the energy to fight it. Deep down, he knew that he had let her win, selfishly wanting her to stay. Unwilling to resist, he let his cheek rest against the top of her head. "Sometimes I might think about it, but I'm not stupid." He felt her laugh.

"Understandable." She tilted her head back to look at him, and he lifted his head from hers to mirror her gaze. A soft smile spread over her face. "One of these days, I'm going to get you to admit outright that you love me." She said smugly, undeterred by his impassive expression.

He could tell by the look on her face that she had begun speaking absentmindedly, but Jonathan found himself more focused on the conversation in his head; naturally, Scarecrow had his own opinion on what El had said.

She's got a point. We should just get it over with now.

That isn't what she means.

Sure it is! See the way she looks at us? Come ooonnn, what's the harm? If it goes south, I'll just take care of it.

You absolutely will not.

I still don't see why we shouldn't get rid of her anyway. Loose ends, Jonny. If she's dead, she can't snitch.

She isn't going to. She would have done it already, and she's never told anyone about everything else we've done; why would she start now?

Yeah, and why do you think that is? Principle? Honesty? She likes us, Jonny. If you don't take care of it now, then I will.

With that, the straw man retreated to the back of Jonathan's mind in smug silence. The ambiguity of Scarecrow's ultimatum made him nervous, as he was unsure of what Scarecrow's version of "taking care of it" might be. But Jonathan knew ultimately that his alter was actually right this time. All of the jokes, the affection, the trust, and when she looked at him the way she had done just a minute before...

It was almost terrifying to think that the woman he had held so dear for so long might harbor feelings for him, and the true rush of the unknown exhilarated him. As strange as it would be, Jonathan knew what he wanted to do and resolved on the spot to act upon it before he could talk himself back out of it as he was wont to do.

"Not verbally, necessarily," she spoke up again, "but one of these days, you're going to do something, and I'll kno-"

The rest of El's sentence was cut short by something that could not have caught her more off guard, and while some part of her seemed to process it immediately (judging by how hard her heart was beating), it took a moment for her brain to catch up.

Jonathan had interrupted her by cupping the side of her face with his free hand and, in one fluid motion, had tilted her head back more and kissed her full on the mouth ever so softly. Her mind hadn't yet finished racing with unanswered questions when her internal monologue switched abruptly to, "oh, fuck it."

At that moment, she didn't need to understand anything. By way of response, she lifted her own hand to close lightly around his wrist, keeping his hand against her face and returned the tentative kiss with one of her own.

Both of their stomachs exploded into butterflies, but for vastly different reasons. Jonathan felt a rush of relief from the reciprocation and a flutter of nervousness caused by sudden instability for the future that it implied. In the same moment, Elianna found an emotional release and a thrill caused by the same unclear future, eager to build something new, powerful even.

Whatever her motivation, when El kissed him again, Jonathan was more than eager to return the action, and all of his apprehensiveness began to melt away. It was a rare moment of clarity for him, as he found himself truly in the moment. She had kissed him. Things that had been so important to him only minutes before were suddenly irrelevant, and when El pulled away and buried her face into his neck, holding him so tight, he was all too glad to squeeze her closer.

He thought that he had never been more determined to do anything as he was to keep her safe previously, but having finally given in to the impulse that he had been repressing since their teen years, Jonathan realized his previous resolve had been trivial. This, with all of its implicit devotion attached, changed everything so drastically. Nobody would ever hurt her again; not Zsasz, not Scarecrow, not anybody.

It was a good feeling, if a bit overwhelming. Following his new theme of letting himself enjoy the things he wanted, Jonathan allowed himself to feel at ease, content. He even cracked a smile when a small voice chimed, "I told you so," from somewhere near his collarbone.

"Yes, you did." He stroked back her hair and left a lingering kiss on top of her head, and felt her delighted smile split her face as she hugged him tighter (if that was even possible).

"Now you're really not getting rid of me. You know that, right?"

"I know. That's what I wanted." El hummed happily in response, breathing in the smell of his clothes. Being wrapped up against him like this felt...right. Like this was what their entire friendship had always been leading to, and now that it had been fulfilled, nothing could stop her.

Ever at the whim to her desires, and knowing that Jonathan couldn't be relied on to do the same, El straightened back up to stand on her knees and captured him in another kiss, deeper than before. With no protest, Jonathan locked his arms securely around her waist to keep her close and responded in kind.

Everything else forgotten, the new couple passed the day away in a world of their own making, testing the limits, and exploring new possibilities. Totally focused on each other, they both forgot everything about the killing of the city, the crimes they were committing together, the hells they had been put through, all of it wiped away; with every kiss, every gentle touch, every movement erased every atrocity, past and future. The new, stronger nature of their companionship made them unstoppable.

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[trunkzbriefs]

Any Son and/or Briefs family headcanons? Spicy hot takes? Truths Toriyama and Toyotaro themselves can not handle? Straight up lies?

GODDAMN SORRY this took a while cause i suck at putting thoughts together. i apologize for my obvious briefs bias i have more hcs for them than the son family despite loving them both :pensive: anyway heres some random stuff

briefs hcs:

all of the briefs are pros at non-verbal communication. i hc that saiyans have their own language (and also in my own Mind Canon they still have their fuckin tails) and a lot of it is done through tail movement/body posture/grunts/etc. etc so theyve all sort of picked that up. even bulma, who doesnt have a tail, is pretty good at getting across what she means without actually speaking. they still do speak normally but it comes in handy sometimes considering that both trunks and vegeta are prone to running out of speaking energy or getting very frustrated with words, so having another way to communicate works very well for them

vegeta is fffffffffffffffffffurry. without getting too deep into my own General Saiyan hcs (thats why i made a whole ass four subspecies!!) i think that the entirety of planet vegeta tended to be very hot aside from the part where the castle was, where the temperature would drop. meaning that saiyans working in the palace would grow thicker fur around certain parts of their body, and in the royal saiyans theyd be Especially fluffy. he kept it down on earth, but he has thick patches of fur around the bottom parts of his arms and legs. kind of like snowy boots and gloves! he also has fur that grows in on his neck like a lions mane.

future trunks is an actions sponge, vegeta is a words sponge. vegeta will pick up words VERY quickly regardless if he fully understands the meaning of it or not (completely inspired by 'THATS RIGHT BOYS... MONDO COOL' in z) and future trunks will unintentionally mimic the actions of people - around people he looks up to he might take a few small mannerisms from but this extends to copying the disposition of anyone; he's just very adaptive. this is the most obvious (and funniest) when he's around vegeta bc it really shows like. yeah damn that sure is vegeta's son

vegeta & bulla have an intimidating bastard smirk naturally. their natural smiles are pretty frightening and they have to put effort into a 'normal' one. this also extends to current trunks, his default smile is the Vegeta Bastard Smirk but he learned to have a normal smile quicker than his father and sister. future trunks has a slightly unnerving natural smile (the fact that his pupils are always drawn so fucking small makes me hc that he just has a very intimidating look of 'cat thats about to pounce on an unfortunate trapped mouse' whenever he smiles) but he learned to look normal even quicker than current trunks since he's around humans a Lot and is sort of their uh, Hope. don't want to look scary to the people who depend on you!

bulma has some fighting knowledge and mildly good ki control. vegeta taught her it as a just in case so that she'd be able to defend herself against Bigger threats if he wasn't there and also so she could raise her own ki to alert someone to her if she had to.

vegeta is extremely clean and can not stand to have things disorganized for more than like... an hour before he has to tidy everything up. every time he goes down to the lab and bulma is passed out in a pile of bolts and circuit boards it kills him inside just a little bit

future trunks has little concept of power control. since his timeline was always in danger it wasn't really an important thing for him to learn. the amount of mugs he's accidentally crushed is impressive

vegeta tends to not sound like he's asking questions when he is. he doesn't add the proper infliction to the end of his questions and just sounds flat most of the time. it's confusing to people who dont know him well.

im not even gonna lie, im a BIG fan of the chill demon panchy headcanon so i love the idea that the briefs have a Lil bit of demon in them but just dont know it ghjnkm

[banging my fists on the 'hcs that not even got could take away from me' table] future trunks has OCD

vegeta doesn't really get labels but he's bisexual & "debatably a man", bulma is bisexal & bigender transfem (sometimes shes Wamen and other times its like "gender? no"), bulla is a nonbinary lesbian, current trunks is a bisexual trans man & future bulma forgot to explain the concept of gender and sexuality to future trunks so he's a little confused on that front and his gender & sexuality are "i have literally never thought abt these concepts in my life but i think men are nice. i refuse to think about gender though" (i actually have two main hcs for future trunks which are either gay trans man or more-feminine-presenting nonbinary bisexual)

son hcs:

goku is Not as fluffy as vegeta at all, but he does have fur on certain parts of his body. namely on the back of his elbows + ankles, down his back connecting to his tail, and on his shoulders. its inherented from gine!

gohan is learning saiyan language from vegeta! vegeta acts grumpy about it but he's glad to have someone to teach. when gohan learned that most of the history had been lost he basically wished shenron for a big ol book on saiyan culture and gave it to vegeta just as an act of kindness and vegeta was like [in an angry voice but very touched] "Ok. Sit down. You're learning." by extension gohan is also teaching the rest of his family!

i will take ox king being actually non-human to my grave so like, chichi has horns and a very short ox tail! gohan and goten both have horns, but they're hidden by hair. goten's horns are bigger than gohans.

goten also has a more ox-like tail, with a little puff of fur at the end. generally, gohan looks more saiyan-like and goten looks more ox/human-like.

although he keeps up his cheery demeanor very well, goku is still haunted pretty badly by like... everything that’s happened in his life. he still has frequent nightmares about cell & buu specifically.

gohan will freak out at worse, zone out at best, if he's even tapped on the neck. it reminds him of the whole 'getting his neck snapped on namek' so that area is pretty off limits to everyone

goten gets along really well with android 17. they both have a love for nature and 17s kind of like his chill uncle, so whenever he gets too stressed out or just needs a break you can find him face down on the ground outside of 17's place on monster island.

goku is really really good at remembering completely random shit. bulma uses this to her advantage whenever she's working and has him memorize random technology stuff. a week later goku can not remember what he had for breakfast that morning but as soon as bulma asks "hey do you remember what i told you last week" hes like "oh yeah sure i have no idea what it means but [blurts out three hours worth of technical garble]"

oh boy is this a headcanon that has a lot more depth to it than just a bullet on a tumblr post, but gohan has DID!

goku, like vegeta, doesnt get labels either, and does not even Try, ask him about any of it and hes like "i dont get the gender thing but i think lots of people look nice :)" gohan is gay and like vegeta, "debatably a man", goten + chichi are both bi nonbinary, & pan is a lesbian trans woman.

both:

bulla and pan are both into music! i think theyd mess around making their own stuff w/ launchpads

i have a general hc of ki mixing or shielding, essentially, if youre close enough to someone people wont be able to tell apart your ki and you can also 'shield' someone with your ki for a small amount of time. if vegeta has his energy low, his and bulma's energy are the same. same thing with goku and chichi! goten and trunks are near impossible to tell apart, and same thing with gohan and videl.

though goten and trunks are both protective over their younger siblings, gotenks is that protectiveness times a thousand. look at bulla or pan wrong for 2 seconds and you're going to have an angry gotenks in your face asking if you have any last words. i like to think that trunks and goten fused casually a lot, especially around the time where bulla and pan were young, so its basically goten and trunks own attachment to them PLUS gotenks' attachment to them as his own person combined.

i like to pretend end of z did not happen the way it did so uub, using nimbus, travels back and forth a lot. goku isn’t the only one who teaches him how to fight as goten, gohan and trunks all think of him like a little brother and love training with him!

fuck you letters to toriyama/toyotaro hot takes:

cell, as cool of a villian as he is, definitely should have had a creepier final form. or multiple- just something that really drives in the fact that he's made up of other's dna & fuckin ABSORBS people. also his first two forms should have had a different absorbtion method other than the tail thing (not the drinking thing thats fine) it just feels.   Weird. not good

it would have been far more interesting to keep the bitter attitude towards vegeta that future trunks had imo... in super trunks was going through a Lot granted but the fact tht he wasnt more confrontational to vegeta being a dick to him seemed kind of off considering his attitude in z i just.. think it would be interesting and far better if they had more of a back and forth 'family but lowkey hate each other' relationship

i dont want to rant about super so heres some super condensed takes, goku black arc specific because thats 90% of what ive seen of super:

mai is a fucking freak ass weirdo, why did they not just make another character to pair with trunks

trunks not flipping the fuck out at his timeline being erased feels... out of character. also trunks deserved the win against zamasu

future bulma did NOT need to die

trunks should have just stayed in the current timeline

please fucking let trunks and goten grow up. we SAW a version of trunks who looked 14 (history of trunks....) and the versions of goten & trunks we have r/n in super do not look 13/14 respectively what in the goddamn hell is going on in the character design department

super definitely should have taken place later down the line

supers version of bulma and videl look awful. why are they That stick like.

vegeta needs to kill frieza. just once.

fu has enough potential to be a very interesting mainline character and i am so sad he's not

i would actively enjoy a sdbh anime with more  budget that isnt just a promo anime and has a plot that makes sense... i think db should have more wild spinoffs

xenoverse deserved a better story that went FULL in on the 'what if' type of timelines- like they did in raging blast which is a FUCKING GREAT GAME

straight up lies:

dragon ball z is a good series

#yes db is my hyperfix. that doesnt mean its good <3 but its mine now and i make whatever i want canon #long post #fleetinginterest

[cowboyguts-moved]

hey jo do you have a link to all your ocs backstories ?

https://cowboyguts.tumblr.com/post/183365830587/tell-me-about-your-new-ocs

i have a link to this post i just updated! it used to have outdated info about everyone but me and tristan fixed it just now. it’s not by any means everyone’s entire stories and doesnt mention major plot points but its enough to get you started with each of em. that post only has the characters that are in mystic overhang. some others arent talked about because they all live somewhere else and mystic overhang characters are talked about the most anyway. if anyone has questions about them or parts of their stories please ask because theres no way i coulda discussed it all in that post l o l

me and tristan are gonna make carrds (they’re just info pages) about everyone that we can even the ones that arent in mystic overhang later on 

#Anonymous #oc link

[boxedmac-n-cheese]

Captain Marvel

ok I just want to put this up for debate here with unpopular opinions

what I liked

- the avengers theme never fails to pump me up i was fuckin hyped dudes

-fury carol dynamic

-carols determination take no shit attitude in the way that she doesn't even acknowledge it i feel like that takes a lot of strength to not lash out

-i liked the part where she was super apathetic aboit earth and was like wow this sucks

-how she was super willing to help the skrulls and she was really passionate about helping them

what I did not like

-I dont think the opening scene was engaging

-while the soundtrack was lit im not sure it hit the mark i feel like they were trying to give it a gaurdians of the galaxy feel in that aspect and I just kinda feel like it missed it

-basically the whole tessaract thing like let it go also im not sure about this but I dont think it fit the timeline established early on in mcu

-ok can someone explain the cat i love goose but what was he and why was it relevant like yeah comedic relief but like was it necessary

-fury lost his eye to a cat scratch ok i know everyone was joking about it but it was honestly disappointing

-fury just following carol around i know he is 16 yrs younger in this but like it just doesnt make sense to me i feel like he was just comedic relief we dont see character development from him

-from a storyline standpoint like carol doesn't really overcome an issue like yeah she got her memory back she took the inhibitor off of her neck and told intelligence to fuck off but thats about it i didnt see like a profound moment of character development if that makes sense

-why ronan like he was hyped as a main villain but he got five minutes of screen time max and like there was little to no conflict regarding him

-most everything was predictable the only thing not predictable was the skrull being good guys but even though it wasnt my initial prediction it wasnt surprising

-my best friend pointed this out is that she never officially got the name Captain Marvel which I kinda feel like is important when establishing a super hero character

Overall,

-I feel like there were a lot of plotholes and things left unexplained

-some of the plot was kinda disappointing tbh like the cat scratch thing

-I feel like engame is going to be dragged on Carol can defeat thanos is literally five minutes he doesnt have the gauntlet anymore either i also dont think he has a will to like anymore but captain america and iron man are supposed to die so whats up there?shes very overpowered i just feel like it was too much

-Dont get me wrong i was empowered i was super pumped the whole time and im super gay and its so important to have strong female leads like carol or diana i mean look at natasha they did her so dirty. I enjoyed watching it and theorizing the whole time I had a good time and it was easy to watch

Predictions for Endgame

So since Carol is so over powered I think the movie will be just trying to find thanos and the team getting used to and bickering on what to do. I think Tony and Nebula get back to earth bcs carol comes across them are whatever and takes them back. I honestly have no idea how team dynamics will go. I dont know if carol will clash with tony or steve, I feel like steve wont trust her but in Civil War 2 comics steve sides with carol against tony so i have no idea tbh. I think endgame will be kinda predictable and disappointing too i just want my bois back tbh and im still excited but thats my sense so give me your thought and before you day it tumblr im not being mysoginistic Im a lesbian female im just looking at it from a story standpoint and i understand that the movie will be so important for representation to kids especially

#captain marvel #captain marvel spoilers #avengers #avengers endgame #avengers infinity war

[agentwallflower]

Dull One: Epilogue

Well... shit. We’re here. I’ll talk more about it after this chapter but... that’s really all I can say. After agonizing over the last paragraph for twenty minutes, it’s time to let it go. 

Thank you for reading. Thank you so much. We did it.  No chapter next week. It’s done. Happy new year. 

Soundtrack while writing this chapter was this and this. Yeah I have weird taste in music. 

So... here we go I guess. 

“And... well, that's where the story trails off. After this, it's impossible to tell what's original and what was added on later. Oral traditions are tricky like that.”

Dust motes swirled in the quiet room as the guide's words died down. A room full of quiet high school children had been hanging on his every word for what felt like a lifetime. The clock on the wall knew different – only 15 minutes had passed.

The man in front of the small crowd smiled and leaned hard on his side. “Of course, it might not even be real. It could all just be a legend that we came up with to explain some oddities of nature and along the way, pulled local traditions to the larger region. But isn't it quite the story regardless?”

His shift in motion broke the spell on the room – quiet voices sprung to life as they digested the story. The shining sun reflected rocks and the pedestal, making it all seem real and fictional at the same time. This room in the museum had the ability to do that, like a magic all on its own. Or maybe it was just what was in there. The stones held their own life, even though the real magic was the story itself.

“Remember to thank the curator on the way out. Follow me, class. We have plenty more to discuss before it's time to leave.”

A number of voices echoed thanks as they gradually emptied out of the small room, heading forward in time and space. Their guide was left alone to stare at the pedestal and the items that gleamed in the sunlight. It brought a smile to his face as he stood there, looking back at centuries of history that stood all around him.

“You know, it's an even better reproduction up close now that I get a good look at it.”

The guide turned. He wasn't alone in the room – the young woman with the pink headphones had remained. At first she had just been looking at the glyphs on the wall, but now she had turned her attention to the pedestal.

A smile crossed his face as he nodded his head. “Well, of course they're reproductions. It's not like we can keep such priceless artifacts-”

She snorted and shook her head, almost jostling her headphones. “Says the guy with one under his shirt. You're about as subtle as a brick to the face, Falon.”

Her footsteps echoed as she stepped up to evaluate the pedestal. Most would have guessed her about 19, maybe 20. The scar that cut through her eyebrow might have skewed it a bit, but that was the general range. They would have all been dead wrong, of course. After all, Mointz had been around for much longer.

Falon pouted in a playful matter as he watched. “Now, is that any way to treat your father?”

It evaporated into a smile as he evaluated his handiwork. “And honestly, I thought they were pretty good fakes. The museum thought so when we handed them over... what was it, thirty years ago?”

“Thirty? You're making me feel better, I thought it was fifty.”

Though, for them twenty years either way didn't really matter much. Mointz reflected on that as she stretched out a soreness in her shoulders. The joints popped as she worked through it, making her sigh in relief and maybe a bit of exhaustion too. Whatever it was, she had been around for a very long time. How long, she wasn't sure. Science said time varied the older you got, and calendars kept changing. One society kept them one way, and another would come along an change it. She had really given up trying to keep track.

Besides, it wasn't like she aged. By her estimation of her aching joints, she had maybe aged a total of three or four years at best. Did that make her an immortal, or just someone who aged so slowly it was impossible to know she was doing it at all?  Really it was all semantics at that point, and nothing more made her head ache. She let the matter drop, as she often did when it came to this. Thinking about it didn't help.

Though... Mointz flashed a sheepish grin as she turned to Falon. “Did I ever say I was sorry for accidentally making you kind of immortal?”

In response, he laughed. Falon's hand briefly went to his shirt, or rather to the slight bump in the fabric where the medallion underneath created a dent. All the years he had worn it created that bump in all his clothes. By now it was just part of him, as much as his wooden leg or the glimmer in his eyes that never really went away. He was a good sport about it, or as much as anyone could be. She was grateful for that.

“Oh, only about a half million times, but really who's counting?”

With that he shrugged and disturbed the coils of his hair held back with a strip of leather he had long since stopped counting the replacements. “Besides, how were you to know that giving it to me would do that?”

His smile turned a little sarcastic there. Falon reached over and nudged Mointz lightly in her side. They were turning on to an old joke that made her face heat up, an there was no way to avoid it. She deserved this one for sure.

“Come on, Falon, do we-”

“It's not like you set up a stable time loop that erased a lifetime of information.”

Was it hot in there, or was it just her? Yep, her face was heating up at what by now had become an ancient barb that  once, maybe, had held power. Now it was as old as she was. And yet at the same time she wasn't very old at all. Call her a  true millennial and settle the difference.

Still, she looked away as the warmth leaked off her cheeks, one still bearing a faded blue mark that stood out against warm brown skin. “Better make that a half million and one then.”

“I always do.”

That made Mointz chuckle in a weird way as she walked away from Falon and the – very much a good reproduction, the best of maybe five tries that drove historians mad – pedestal that housed the fake items.

“Sorry.” A half million and two. “But hey, I get half credit for not knowing that powering up the items gave their real purpose. Who would have known that they were like the world's worst GPS for space and time?”

“Oh, I don't know... you?”

Falon smiled as she groaned and resisted the urge to smack her hand to her forehead. Mointz had walked straight into that one for sure. Still, even she had to chuckle a little as she looked over the railing, past the entry way at a window over the large doors. Outside, it was a sunny day in a city she knew in her bones. A modern city that beat over land with an ancient heart, a steady thrum that had been taken over time and time again.

“Yeah, I guess I deserved that one.” She looked back at him, a half smile playing across her features. “Though, we're pretty good at trial and error.”

Indeed, half of what they knew about the items – the real ones, not the fakes – had come from centuries of basically screwing around with them as the modern age was wont to put it. Now they had a pretty decent handle, but it had come through blood, sweat, and plenty of near death experiences that now she could laugh about. Mostly.

Her adopted father looked her over, stopping at her waist. “And where is dear old Dull One, as my esteemed colleagues translate it?”

Mointz ignored the barb in favor of looked down at her bare hip. The sword wasn't there, but of course it wasn't. Now it was just weird to walk around with a weapon strapped to you. Even Spinner was kept at home now, safe from prying eyes. She kept the bracelet, though. Old habits died harder than she did.

“It's resting after somebody nearly got me killed by pointing me into a doomed timeline.”

She shot Falon a blank look, the smile still on her face. Now it was his turn to look away as Mointz felt the heat leak off his cheeks. It was fun to tease him, even if she wasn't mad about it anymore .Mostly she was just tired.

He recovered eventually. “That... was partially my fault, yes. Though I'd like to remind you, I only find the particular spot in the timeline. Corabe and the orb find the place. You're the one who takes it and jumps through.”

That was basically what they had worked out. The restored items functioned more as a set of coordinates that could be locked down in a particular timeline. Falon was the one to find a potential hot spot, then turned it over to the mage to figure a safe location. Once they were set, out came the sword. Though it couldn't slash through flesh, it had soaked up enough of the loops to cut through them just fine.

So, technically that last one was her bad too. But this was the hill she had chosen to... well, not die on. But she would certainly complain a little.

By now, it was clockwork. Mointz had lost count of dead timelines she had interrupted, searching for a hint that would take them to... well, they still weren't sure. Was it to where they had first messed up? A place past that to settle things? Even that was a matter of debate – they had eventually settled on a source of something that even their long forgotten tongue had never had words for. Just thinking of it brought up how far they had come just to get to that vague point. Centuries of work, millennia of effort, and some days it still felt like they were barely past step one. At times, all that history, that space and time, crushed down on her worse than gravity ever could. But she didn't fall, not for long. Up she went again, to try another universe.

Maybe the next one would be the last.

Mointz would have ruminated on that  - a habit of her age – but she was distracted by the vibrations in her pocket. Falon shot her a blank look and pointed to a sign on the wall that reminded patrons to turn their phones off. She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as she dug it out, half expecting to see a familiar number. Instead...

Bat-pider has sent a new riddle. Will you rise to the occasion?

“Oh come on, you solved that already?” This time she really did slap her hand to her forehead. “It took me a week to come up with that one.”

Why had she ever taught that damn bat to code an app?

Falon looked over her shoulder, chuckling. “It's good to at least have some small part of the world left. You know you love it.”

She did. Mointz still frowned as she looked around at the museum. Everything in the city, even its oldest building, was far too new for her tastes. Everything was bright and electric and reminded her just how far removed from time she was. Those she had loved and cared about were long side dust, their ashes mingling with centuries of descendants that had come and gone never knowing. Even her village was long gone, no longer even a map dot. But it was still there, deep down.

Literally, it was deep down. The tree stump that had once marked the center of the village was where the museum now stood. It was no surprise she was as fond of the place as she was. Something about calling her home – who knew. She wasn't the theorist. That was Corabe's job.

Speaking of, though. Just as she was about to admit defeat, Mointz got another notification. This time, it was from the mage. It was a brief message, maybe only a few lines on a brightly lit screen. It reflected off a simple band of metal that wrapped around one of her fingers as she read the message, eyes darting quickly.

Whoever said old dogs couldn't learn new tricks had never watched Mointz text.

“She has another lead.” A pause, with another message. “Sword's charged too. We're setting up at 8 tonight.”

Falon nodded, hand going once again to the medallion under his shirt. “I'll be there once my shift wraps up.”

Mointz's head was already buzzing with possibilities and plans as she put her phone back in her pocket and started to head for the door. However, her father stopped her. As always, his eyes gave him away – there was concern there, even after millennia. Maybe old dogs didn't learn new tricks after all.

“Be safe out there. I still don't get left hand traffic.”

That got a snort of laughter from Mointz as she nodded and gave a brief wave. “Yeah, me neither.”

With that she was gone, walking forward in time through the museum exhibits. Once, these had been more than preserved artifacts behind glass. They had been used by people who had names in tongues long silenced, brushed aside by space and time. She could remember seeing them rise and fall, much like any trend did. But could you call an era a trend? She was still arguing over that.

There was a lot she was still arguing over to herself. After all, even she knew that what remained was only part of history. Even Mointz didn't know the entire truth in some places. What people got out of it, herself included, was what they made of the bits and pieces. Sometimes it wasn't true, but... sometimes it was close enough.

And sometimes some asshole translated a perfectly good name meaning like 'pain in the ass' into Blister. What damn idiot had thought of that?

Mointz left her thoughts behind to step outside. The bright sun made her wince briefly and shield her sensitive eyes with her hand. Maybe it was reminding her it was still there, and would be there long after even she was gone – like the universe telling her not to get too cocky. She appreciate the reminder. Sometimes it was easy to forget.

She merged into the bustling noonday crowd, slipping her headphones over her ears to block out most of the noise. In the silence, she could feel the emptiness that was always there, had been since Voice had left. She still hadn't found them, not through the countless timelines she had traced. Yet she refused to give up. Perhaps one day, that silence would be filled again. Or if not, there would at least be closure. That was something she treasured, even after everything else.

Even through the busy crowd, she noticed the nearby poster in a bookstore window. It drew her over, though she didn't know why. Mointz wasn't exactly a fan of sci-fi; it was a little after her time. But there was something about the poster that called to her. Maybe it was the girl standing there, blue-skinned and holding a pendant with a similarly colored gem. It was marketing, she knew – but the damn thing seemed to look right through her in a way that gave her pause.

“Heh. I wonder if we could jump through those kinds of universes.”

Mointz chuckled and left the shop behind, shaking her head at her own foolishness. Old age was making her sentimental and a little silly. At the same time, she treasured that too. After all, she deserved a little silliness. Her life was weird – the absurd was familiar. Maybe she would pick the book up later, just for a laugh.

Still, from somewhere deep beyond the veil of time, a long dead voice echoed. Four colors, four powers – pink, blue, red, and green. She was pink, and Voice had definitely been blue. Maybe it was a hint of where to go next. Or maybe it had just been bullshit as a cycle looped back on itself. But hell, why not?

Maybe it was best that it was with this thought in mind that Mointz disappeared into the crowd, heading for home and the hope of a successful jump. The last to fade from view was the bright pink of her headphones, like the flash of bright feathers on a small bird's underside. And then she was gone, off to another jump and the chance to find what she looked after. Even if she missed, it would be another story she could tell Voice one day when she found them.

No doubt it would be one hell of a story once it was finished. But it wasn't finished; she was still writing it with every step she took.  So on the pages would turn, until maybe one day the chapters met up like she hoped. But that was a story for another day.

                                                     The End

#The Magpie's Stash #Dull One #It's over #I did it

[missmonroe123-blog]

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5) Fill your skeleton out increasingly more and more, until it's essentially a tough draft in bullet points. Every single twist or nuance of your debate should take there; each and every opening and concluding sentence for every paragraph, making it explicit how this paragraph answers your question.

Non-experts can be just as easy as authorities for appearing on work; if your composition is logical to somebody who does not know much in regards to the subject accessible, that's a great indicator.

6) At this point, it's very useful in the event that you can get some one (a friend or even a parent will probably perform) to read over your plan and find out if it is logical. Does all trace? Is it all relevant? Your approach should be so complete that the man or woman who reads it's going to immediately be able to spot any flaws. Move things around, add or delete to incorporate their criticism: it's easier to alter some thing in bullet-point arrangement than if it is all written out correctly.

Do not expect this technique to be quick or straightforward. For a 1500-word essay, I typically compose a plan of roughly three components, and then spend at least three hours making sure that before I set pen to paper, each kink in my debate will be ironed out. The pay off of doing it in this way is the fact that the producing procedure is short and easy -- even a case of joining up the dots, polishing bullet-points into sentences -- superior than picking out notions and also imitating thoughts in the same period as finding the words to state them.

Get better and better: Should you fight together with structure or clarity, practise your own planning! Give yourself a restricted quantity of time (state, two hours), decide on several previous essay questions in a review or coursework paper, and plan your answers as quickly as feasible. Get your instructor to check about your plans if you are completed. Writing

Even the 'actual producing'-bit may be absolutely the absolute most daunting and most stressful portion of the essay practice, and that's really where most students get stuck. Below Are Some tried-and-tested solutions to common writing problems: I can not begin

Blank webpages turned into not as frightening once they aren't blank any more. You can polish your style after; now could be the full time merely to find some thing published.

Extremely common to want your first sentence to be arresting, paradigm-shifting, to propel your audience headlong in your composition. But this urge might be paralysing: one of their most stressful feelings in the world is that of looking in a blank page, believing regarding the variety of phrases you'll need to fill up it. The real key to starting is always to just write some thing. Do not fret about how good it really can be -- put it down, and move on, and then return back and change it out when you're into your own flow. Writers' block

Return back for your program and make sure that you know what you're claiming. In the event that it is sti can not get out the words, decide to try and jot everything you want to say simply as you possibly can. Then move ahead into a simpler section of this article. Alternatively, you can try out opting for a wander, creating a cup of java or using a break up. All of it feels a bit incorrect...

Sometimes, at the process of writing, you will realise you disagree with all two-days-ago youpersonally, and you also don't really rely on the argument you're trying to create. When it is the case, return back to the drawing board. Do not squint on regardless -- a deficiency of conviction will reveal on your essay. Reunite to your strategy, and see whether it's possible to utilize similar stuff however change your accent, and perhaps the strange bit of signs, to create a separate argument. Style

Everyone has their own individual producing model: the may possibly be as flowery and purple, or even scientific as well as guide as you prefer (within reason). However you compose, to find top marks, it really is imperative that you learn how to be exact.

The proverb, "Eggs and oaths are damaged", is a good example of zeugma.

Style-wise there are two poles of wrongness: vagueness, and over-complication. Clearly, every single subject matter has its distinct language, and understanding this will likely soon be crucial, and also sharpen your analysis; nevertheless understand keywords are the pals also! Make sure that you understand the exact meaning of every word you use. But, be certain to know precisely what every single word you are using way, and also think carefully about whether you're employing this within the perfect context -- recall that those is reading your composition will probably understand better compared to meanings of zeugma, stagflation or symbiosis. Last, don't hide behind subject-specific vocabulary: Be sure you're using terms to donate to and build up your essay, and nothing of the leak is lost. The dull material

-- Get good at conventions like footnotingwriting and writing bibliographies. Examiners really do check these! -- Once you've finished, leave the essay for a single day or 2, then re read it. If you can, get someone to proof read for you personally. In this manner, you will stay away from making tons of silly mistakes which sabotage the strain and flow of one's article.

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How Hair, Makeup Team Age Mandy Moore for ‘This Is Us’ – Variety

“America has been tortured enough already.” But alas, not Mandy Moore. It’s the last day of filming on Season 2 of “This Is Us,” and for the sixth time on the finale’s eight-day shooting schedule, Moore begins her day in the hair-and-makeup trailer, girded for the three-hour process that will turn the 33-year-old actress into the 68-year-old Rebecca. Moore estimates she’s gone through the transformation more than 30 times — 20 this season alone. Not that she’s complaining about it. “I love that I’m given this opportunity to play this character from 25 to 68,” she says. “That’s so unheard of. So I don’t begrudge the process that comes along with it.” The finale chronicles the wedding day of Rebecca’s daughter, Kate (Chrissy Metz), and Toby (Chris Sullivan), which means the present-day action calls for Moore’s near-daily transformation. Given the death of her husband, Jack (Milo Ventimiglia), Moore’s Rebecca is the only character who exists in all of the show’s multiple timelines: from the 1980s when she and Jack first meet, through the ’90s when they’re juggling tweens (her favorite age, she admits) and then teenagers, to the present, where she’s remarried and trying to resolve long-simmering issues with her three adult children.

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“It’s such an honor to be the glue of this family,” she says. “I feel a tremendous amount of responsibility.” Playing older Rebecca she says is the most challenging age, not just because of the labor-intensive process but also because of the deep-seated emotion it inevitably carries. “If I’m in age makeup, something dramatic has happened,” she says. “I’m being confronted by my son about the fact that I’ve been lying to him, meeting his biological father and pretending I don’t know him, talking about the anniversary of my husband’s death.” Even amid all of the show’s mysteries, the transformation is “one of the most asked-about questions,” she says. The hair-and-makeup trailer is well lived in, fitted with six chairs for the actors and crammed with mementos of an intense season. Taped on the walls are photos of the cast in a range of stages (tracking Jack’s famously fluctuating facial hair), as well as a chart listing their relative ages through the show’s complicated timeline. Jack’s stops abruptly in 1992. There’s a jubilant feeling of senioritis in the air — everyone’s talking about the wrap party, set for the following night. The set is also abuzz about paparazzi photos that were leaked the day before, and crew members debate camera angles to try to identify the culprit. Throughout the morning, other stars filter in and out of the trailer — Metz, Justin Hartley (Kevin), Caitlin Thompson (Madison). Ventimiglia is on set, too, even though he’s not filming, to lend his support: “Someone made some money,” he says regretfully of the spoiler-laden photos. They’re accustomed to Moore’s lengthy stay in the trailer, but they know all too well their time might also be coming. We’ve gotten a glimpse of future Randall, which means Sterling K. Brown spent about four hours being transformed. He’s on deck for another session later in the day. And those leaked photos revealed that another of the show’s stars had his turn too. “It gives me a kernel of satisfaction that other people now know what it’s like,” says Moore with a sly smile. Moore arrives in the trailer promptly at her call time of 8 a.m, her long brown hair still wet from a shower, clad in a robe, jeans and Uggs and carrying boxes of croissants from a favorite bakery. (None for her, though — she’s gluten-free.) On cue, hairstylist Katherine Rees first offers her conditioner, then Advil. It’s not that she’s hungover; she’s preparing for the headache that inevitably comes as her hair gets pinned up ever so tightly. Moore gratefully accepts the pills as hair department head Michael Reitz wraps her hair around her head to fit under the wig cap, the first and easiest step in what will ultimately be a nearly three-hour-long odyssey. Fifteen minutes later, she moves to the makeup chair for a far longer haul, and turns on the timer on her phone, ever hopeful that this time things just might be quicker. Crafting the right look for older Rebecca was an ordeal of its own, with several tests that went too far — inflated lips, a floppy neck waddle, long gray hair. “We went to 12 and had to bring it back down to 6,” says makeup department head Zoe Hay, who’s worked on shows like “The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story.” “We came at it with the least we could do, but had to keep stepping it up to find what really works.” Paramount to the effort was maintaining a sense of continuity about Rebecca’s naturalistic style. Twentysomething Rebecca might be more playful with color (“A young woman would experiment with how she looks,” says Hay), but as she ages, she settles down into more neutral, safer choices. What solved the problem were some leftover prosthetics from makeup artist Stevie Bettles that Hay happened to have in her trailer from a recent commercial shoot. They’re impossibly thin silicone stickers, color-matched to Moore’s skin and placed precisely around her face and neck.

“Her gestures are completely different … in terms of there having been a fair amount of tragedy and sadness in her life. She carries it all. And that was not something I ever discussed with her.” Dan Fogelman

She can still emote through them — an important detail, given all of the crying Rebecca is wont to do — though Moore reveals she doesn’t know when tears are running down her face. “It’s a very weird sensation,” she says. “Sterling told me I was crying last night, but I couldn’t feel it.” The team knew it had finally found the right look when Moore shot a scene with Ron Cephas Jones (William), who’s 61, and it played seamlessly, as if she were truly the same age as he. “This Is Us” showrunner Dan Fogelman says he briefly considered casting two actors for the role (à la “The Crown,” which is replacing Claire Foy with Olivia Colman as the queen ages), but that scene with Jones proved he was right to trust his “gut instinct” of letting Moore pull it off alone. “Her gestures are completely different; her voice changes; her shoulders carry the weight of a life lived hard — not in terms of drugs or alcohol, but in terms of there having been a fair amount of tragedy and sadness in her life,” he says. “She carries it all. And that was not something I ever discussed with her.” Before the prosthetics can be applied, though, Hay — along with makeup artist Elisabeth Chang — begins the process of wrinkling Moore’s normally clear, smooth skin, painting on speckles and age spots and delicately applying an ager onto her skin and hands that will form lines and creases. As one dabs, the other pulls her skin tightly; Moore’s coloring turns red as they poke and prod. (Removing it all at the end of the day will take another 45 minutes to protect her skin: “We call it the devil’s glue,” says Chang.) It’s a well-choreographed dance; Hay and Chang are careful not to bump into each other in the cramped trailer, and Moore doesn’t need to be directed which way to turn her face, when to stick her thumb in her mouth to stretch it out, or when to turn herself nearly upside down in her chair, so they can paint under her neck. “The first time I was like, ‘You want me to do what?’” she says, laughing. They move painstakingly from her eyes to her forehead to her lips, where Hay paints on additional delicate lines, erasing the lips’ natural edge. “Smoke and mirrors,” she says. After an hour, they take a 10-minute break before moving on to the prosthetics — there are 10 in all. (Four for her eyes, two for her laugh lines, two jowls, one neck piece, one for the bridge of her nose.) “It’s like putting on a Band-Aid, but not quite,” says Hay as she peels each one off the board they’re all pinned on. After she carefully puts them in place, she brushes over them to melt them into Moore’s face and neck. The rest of her body is spared — if Moore has her way, we’ll never see older Rebecca’s legs or feet. “I hate wearing panty hose, but I will wear them every single time I have to be older Rebecca,” she says. Nor will we ever see her in a bathing suit. “That would have to be a body double,” she says with a laugh. One thing remains constant: Her nails at every age are always a light pink. “It’s the last thing I want to think about,” she says. They’ve had to navigate a few unforeseen challenges — when Hay broke her hand and three people had to fill in, or when Moore banged into the shower door, and they had to cover up her black eye. Luckily it was the Halloween episode, so Rebecca as Cher sported purple eyeshadow. Each character has a detailed bible with his or her history, and one crew member is tasked with maintaining continuity. Given the show’s tendency to jump back and forth in time and revisit past scenes, each look needs to be carefully tracked. When Hay is ready to put the tiny crow’s-feet prosthetics on Moore’s eyes, she yells out: “Eyes! We’re doing eyes!” That’s a signal for everyone to stop moving — no one steps in or out of the trailer as she applies the stickers. “The miracle is me not sticking myself to Mandy,” says Hay. “That may or may not have happened before.” Matching Moore’s face side to side is the trickiest part, and Moore points out that one eyelid feels heavier than the other. There can be no cheating. “They like to put the camera everywhere,” complains Hay. “The cameras are not our friends.” She inspects her work through a magnifying glass, looking for spots she might have missed. At least today’s shoot is indoors; daylight makes matters worse. “When they shoot outside, it gives me a heart attack,” she moans. And then Hay layers on the usual stage makeup, but she has one more trick up her sleeve: frosted eyeshadow. “It shows every wrinkle,” she explains. “You wouldn’t want it as an older woman, but it helps Mandy.” Finally it’s back to Reitz for the wig. With eight precisely planted pins and more application of glue, he secures the stylish yet age-appropriate bob on her head. Says Moore with a satisfied look in the mirror: “There she is.” Credit that senioritis: They’re done in near-record time, just under three hours, and Moore’s finally ready for her close-up. Director Ken Olin leads the cast through a rehearsal, figuring out their marks. It’s a short scene, but the quick exchange between Rebecca and Kate speaks volumes about the tension in their relationship. “Did I say something wrong?” Rebecca asks her sons after the encounter sends Kate marching out of the cabin. “I feel so bad for her,” Moore says of Rebecca after the scene has wrapped, over lunch in her trailer. (There’s a pizza truck on set, but she opts for a healthier salad of grains and fish.) “She’s so acutely aware that she ruffles Kate’s feathers, so she’s trying to be on her best behavior. I see myself a little bit in my relationship with my own mother. It’s very complicated.” And while audiences have focused on Jack and his death, Moore hopes that they’ll come to find sympathy for the character, too, even if she has made questionable choices. “I have a real soft spot for her,” she admits. “She’s just not the same. The life force is out of her eyes. Is it just Jack? It has to be, but she breaks my heart.”

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