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I have to know, how much do I need to pay @quiddie for Peddleston McJonjons to legally adopt Evan? Like I just need that to be a thing, like I NEED it.
#I’m being bold#im being so normal right now#aabria my beloved#aabria iyengar#brennan lee mulligan#misfits and magic#misfits and magic holiday special#dimension 20#d20#dimension 20 questions#misfits and magic season 2?#d20 misfits and magic#evan kelmp#peddleston mcjonjons#evan mcjonjons 2023
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I can’t stop thinking about how Trapp is playing Hunch.
Like his client asks him to find someone and he does. Job over. But instead of questioning Conrad, or trying to break down the mystery of it all, he’s more concerned with how everyone’s treating him. So, he gets in a fight with the owner of a speakeasy, tries to stop known mobsters, stands up to a literal murderer, all because he sees a kid and knows he can’t possibly deserve the treatment he’s getting. He isn’t getting paid to care about Conrad, or even really Imelda. And yet when they to go to the memory bank, Hunch immediately acts as a distraction, so Imelda can get what they need without anyone else getting hurt. Technically, their business is done, but he still makes himself the target rather than playing the part of the detective he is and potentially putting her in danger.
Curiosity doesn’t need to be kind, but he is. He’s kind because sometimes, being curious about other people, means trusting them before you have the proof that it’s the right choice.
#dimension 20#mentopolis#mike trapp#dimension 20 spoilers#d20#curiosity is looked at as such a impartial or even nosy trait and I love that he’s so much more#he brings such a care and consideration to his characters that is so palpable#and he still makes big bold choices and has his puns while still being a straight man#I’m so glad he’s back in the dome#I can’t wait to see how the rest of this season plays out because I fell in love with all the pcs ep 1
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gortash sets up a lending library at his estate after seeing durge’s in the bhaal temple. they both know they’re the only people who use them so it turns into a sort of game. durge loves music, so after enver’s last visit a book about viola has appeared in the temple library. enver fancy’s himself a jeweler so it’s only natural a scroll about gem welding would end up in his library. books relating to their schemes, hobbies, pasts, futures, inside jokes and aspirations get passed back in forth. the only extended pause is when a novel about star crossed lovers gets dropped in the bhaal library. it’s weeks before the favor is returned and enver receives a scroll about bhaalist marriage ceremonies. he doesn’t know whether to take it as an advance or a threat, so he accepts it as both.
#dark urge#durgetash#enver gortash#durge#i love enver’s boldness to hear durge say ‘nobody whose been in a relationship with me has left alive’ and respond ‘yeah but i’m different’#he is but not enough to change his fate#they would also be like varying levels of straight forward- at times they’re coming up with entirely new cipher systems for simple messages#100% being way more open they would be normal. gortash would almost never be open about about his time with raphael but he will leave a book#alluding to his treatment when he was at the house of hope#my durge was a cleric of ilmater in their youth and is incredibly ashamed of it by the time they meet gortash. but they do leave him a book#of his teachings with a chapter about meditations they still use to quell their urge#and obviously bhaal hates everything about this. not only is durge besties w his enemy and doing stupid stuff that has nothing to do with#murder they’re being unashamed of things he very much wants them to be ashamed of
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as a huge fan of archiving content as i am, if people are using rt shutting down to ask people if they saved content specifically because ryan was in it, um… fuck you??????????
#seeing people being really bold this week#so i’m nipping it in the bud at Least to the people who follow me Just In Case#no content is worth preserving solely because a person who turned out to be a predator happened to also be funny
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Ooooh, Pierre is serious about Maximus. He’s still a little transactional like how he treats most relationships it seems, but he does care and has feelings. Right now it’s more sex than relationship but he wants it to grow into love. Also, and please forgive me if I’m wrong because I’m going by translator, but it seems he wants to exchange a creative motor for their relationship being a little more committed.
#QSMP#in a weird way#it’s endearing to me#seeing Pierre try at love#I don’t know if it counts as character analysis if I’m only somewhat sure if what is being said#also feel free to correct my understanding#someone told me my last post about French streamers was accurate and it’s made me more bold to talk about them
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idk something about calling Simon a space cop just makes my stomach turn, given his entire backstory and like, he’s literally Lebanese. He and his loved ones suffer everyday because of US imperialism, racism, and islamophobia. And honestly it doesn’t even have to just revolve around him being Arab. I am a south asian Muslim girl who lived in the states all her life, and I can guarantee you, I have never felt any love or trust towards soldiers or cops there. My whole life, the emotion I felt towards them was just this acceptance they’d sooner kill people who look like me, then save us. My muslim friends and family felt the same way. So you can imagine that feeling is tenfold for Simon, who gets literally hate-crimed. Idk the cop rhetoric surrounding GLS is one that I understand, but I think maybe we should acknowledge that most of the gls are not white, and some of them have more extreme backgrounds surrounding militarization than others (simon has the most, but i’m also talking about kyle whose father is literally a cia agent, as well as jo whose backstory deserves sm more attention).
#i’m finally bold enough to say it#simon baz#green lantern#keli and tai aren’t exempt from this either btw#tai’s whole story is being confronted with racism#and white supremacy#keli is bolivian#she’s from south america a continent that was pr much ravaged by imperialistic powers
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I've seen you mock my beloved Hickey >:(
Have you even watched the show? All he ever tried to do was be the hero.
And yet you stan the depressed alcoholic, typical. Crozier only got his shot together at the end, but Hickey was trying to help the whole time.
Maybe you should reevaluate some things, rewatch the show, and then see who is worth your attention.
Sincerely,
Thomas @hornelius-hickey
Hey great ask and all but real quick dude are these the kinds of kicks you’re wearing? Just an innocent question
#well you’re a bold one for technically not being on anon I’ll give you that#I’m fucking cackling oh my god
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Call me a sucker, but I really like the latest Paramount+ Home of Star Trek commercial
THAT SAID - the Prodigy erasure stings. To me it definitely feels like Paramount is implicitly saying it’s not a part of Star Trek anymore since it’s not on the platform
But if Threshold taught us anything, it’s that you can’t remove something from canon just because you decided you didn’t like it anymore. Prodigy is Star Trek, and it will continue being Star Trek even with a new home
#star trek prodigy#saved star trek prodigy#Star Trek#prodigy is hecking amazing#the prodigy erasure has stung since it was announced they were cutting it#I get that it’s now Netflix’s property and they can’t claim it anymore#prodigy is the most hopeful of the newer iterations to me#long story short I’m a sucker for some nostalgia but that doesn’t mean Paramount hasn’t done some terrible things to the franchise#the commercial is good very nostalgic they’re (almost) all there#remember when they tried to disown threshold come on#you can’t put the salamanders back in the shuttlecraft#they’re out there and they are BELOVED#also bring back ridiculous and bad Star Trek cause ‘fortune favors the bold’ and those silly episodes represent risk taking#risk taking can lead to some of the best works#‘risk is our business’ Kirk himself said it!#do you think we would have Far Beyond the Stars without Move Along Home?#the risk taking is part of why I love voyager (and threshold) so much such high highs and low lows just hits all the right notes#I also have issue with the writing being tightened down so hard that no one can breathe#meta
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My friends at work have been trusting me to read their birth charts for them and asking me for card readings 🥹
This feels like such a sacred turning point. The heightened point of Shaman initiation.
I made a YouTube channel a couple years ago because I really wanted to do readings but I didn’t feel truly ready yet. The time is now
Gunna post my first reading for the full moon tomorrow 🌟
#And then my supervisor of all people came up to me today and said I have an admirer?!?#Like this person was bold enough to tell our supervisor? 😭😂 and then he told me?????#What is happening#And he didn’t say who!!!!!#I feel like I’m just constantly watching over my shoulder now 🥲 being perceived is so fuckin wild#oracle to oracle
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Thinking about the last time she played HYGTG… and how many Red songs have been played recently… also Ours… just thinking a whole lot of thoughts
#Swiftgron you will always be famous#my post#gaylor#being more bold on main than usual tonight lmao#if she pulls out Wonderland this weekend I’m gonna cackle
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ok so i was over at sam’s place again for dinner and was introduced to tico (random faggy blonde dude of italian descent) but somehow just dodged roommate and they came down later for a sec while patd was playing lol and made a comment just sorta to themself abt the album cover vs brendon just standing there on the tv pic and i was like yeah heinous um anyway and then when they came back down they were kind of awkward but friendly but just yeah sort of awkward and on their phone only sorta following the convo while we’re yapping but then they stepped in to have me comment on some dudes response to a pic they posted with tico and i was like yas ok handsome squidward and then once again i’m being rather chatty w sam and tico and lydia and don’t find my moment to be like ‘hi i’m -‘ try as i might and then they’re heading out and we didn’t get an introduction but they paused and like waved a playful little goodbye with a little smile. in their stupid little skeleton fingerless gloves. yeah my type is turning out to be weird little scemo dudes. anyway so is this sufficient enough an acknowledgement for two sort of odd off putting people for me to ahead and follow them and try the social media game and see how it goes perhaps shoot my shot or do i stay chill and mysterious and wait till next time and try to officially introduce us and go from there
#i mean like don’t wanna be weird and desperate but also hashtag embrace being an earnest loser right like idk i just think ur cool#or whatever…#and like we’re now at a point where we’ve sort of. acknowledged chatted with each other#made eye contact etc huge things. but also i could chill out idk#but also gotta be bold. but also like girl… the history…#u cannot do film girl pt 2. but it might be different but they could be a loser but i’m overthinking it’s chill it’s literally whatever#maybe we could just make out or whatever or NOTHING! whatever…#abby talks
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#omgggggg#I’m actually going insane#they are so perfect akxjjdjdkd#I also love how Deviya made the first move and Saraswati is the one asking for more#romance club#rc saraswati#the author really switched up how I thought this interaction would go and I loved seeing Deviya being bold#rc deviya#rc devi#rc kali flame of samsara#kali flame of samsara
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just got jump scared by a fucking book and don’t think i will sleep well at all
#it was literally just words on paper#and yet my heart is racing#it’s was gideon the ninth btw#i got so immersed in what was happening and then there was big bold text announcing death#and i nearly had a heart attack#it’s about necromancers so i should have expected the spooky#but wow#tlt#the last time i remember being spooked by a book is reading the maze runner way too young#and that’s one of my favourite series#the locked tomb#is about to be up there in my favourites#it’s so well written#go read it#but be warned of jump scared lmao#maybe i’m just a loser though
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there’s a word for it. a name. for the people who take care of corpses before a funeral. hanzawa masato doesn’t remember it right now, though, because right now he’s up in the midnight hours, lying flat on the couch in the living room. too warm. he doesn’t care to remember it, the name.
it’s way, way too warm.
dying used to be simpler than this. there was no pavement, there were no buildings, there were no faceless people.
cold, though. there was cold.
the water wasn’t really flowing, too shallow, he was slowing it down, but his blood was. staining the ice.
it was gross.
he couldn’t stretch out his legs, couldn’t reach his arms out over his head. his fingers were cold and useless and deadened, and slow. the air he was struggling to breathe was pushing in and flowing out of his lungs through the puncture wound in his chest. so slow.
he’s been there before. he’s here now.
sitting stiff in the water, soaked to the bone, dying in isolation. bleeding out, masato thinks he’s alive. suffocating, he’s convinced he won’t be for much longer.
he’s not sure he’s anywhere.
dying used to be so easy.
instead of waiting until he couldn’t stand to look at himself anymore, kneeling until his head went under and waiting it out, probably getting swept away by the current until he crashed downstream—he wouldn’t know, he never lived to see that part—instead of that—
he’s wading around a little lost. he’s bleeding. the ghosts only look at him when they know it’ll sting worst, long shadows cast over the water, malformed specters dancing in mockery of him. he thinks his feet are getting a little worse than sliced up by jagged hateful rocks out of sight. that’s depressingly the least of his worries. it’s being impaled by the moon in a loop of time that fucking hates him. but he’s already bleeding. he’s a little surprised that he’s still got blood to bleed.
instead of releasing what could have become a burden, it’s him standing, helplessly, in the river, night after night after night. because it’s nighttime now. it keeps being nighttime.
it’s the kind of thing you’d almost expect to be a relief.
“hanzawa senpai.”
masato turns his head, creaky like a wooden doll. “…tashiro-kun.”
kimono-clad, he offers a hand. “you’re not face first in muck this time.”
masato doesn’t take it. a sharp smile curves his cheeks, not insincere. “thank you. ‘this time?”
tashiro smiles sheepishly down at him. squints. “did you die?”
“do I look dead?”
it’s hard to see from the water, but masato knows that tashiro’s shifted his eyes. saw it in the back of his mind, recorded on crackly film. he says, instead of answering, “I’ve got bandages.”
masato wishes he had something to rest his elbows on, to brace himself on. it doesn’t feel right playing his games standing upright, his hands in his sleeves instead of holding his head on his shoulders. “ta-shi-ro-kuuun, what do you think I need those for?” masato knows what.
tashiro replies anyway, drily from up on uneven paving, “hanzawa senpai, you’re bleeding. you need blood. to survive.”
“tashiro-kun, did I die?”
things are splintering a little. crackly film.
a web of cracks splitting tashiro’s composure, his voice shaking, “why did you?”
that wasn’t what masato asked.
—
“hanzawa senpai.”
“…”
“senpai.”
“…tashiro-kun.”
“you’re not face first in muck this time.”
the smile’s carving itself in, muscle memory. masato’s not going to ask what he meant by this time. “thank you.”
“did you die?”
“do I look dead?”
in the old school projector film behind his eyelids, the flickering doesn’t feel out of place. “I’ve got bandages.”
“ta-shi-ro-kuuun, what do you think I need those for?” masato’s always known what.
“hanzawa senpai, you’re bleeding. you need blood. to survive.”
“tashiro-kun, did I die?”
the shadows cast by a lantern hidden just behind tashiro make his shoulders look broad. masato swallows down a laugh, but he’s not sure what’s funny. “don’t be shallow, senpai, looks aren’t everything.”
the laugh comes out anyway. he manages, “I feel dead, forget the looks.”
“I can’t. I won’t.”
masato takes his turn to squint. they weren’t taking turns. it doesn’t matter. he doesn’t know if he still feels like laughing. he knows for sure that he can’t think of anything to say.
it’s just as well. tashiro isn’t having the same problem. “I think you should just, I don’t know. care about yourself more.”
masato swallows. his lips press into a chagrined line. “I don’t not care,” he says.
tashiro looks right through him. his eyes are like headlights.
he doesn’t actually need to say it, and masato can tell that he almost doesn’t, but maybe tashiro thought he needed to hear it out loud, feel it taking up space. maybe he was right.
“your caring sucks, senpai. it killed you.”
masato doesn’t want to follow that thread. “how many times have you been here, tashiro-kun?”
tashiro doesn’t buy into it. his demeanor is at once solemn and jarringly pleading, “senpai, won’t you live for once?”
masato means to say it like a joke, because it is one, but by accident the words, “how could I begin to deny you,” are dropping off his tongue, he doesn’t even know why, he doesn’t know why he said that, and no amount of exaggerated irreverence can hide from tashiro—eyes like cleavers, more like—the characters slipping into the water.
the ripples aren’t all that big, but they’re big enough.
like when your head aches, or the gash in your chest is losing you too much blood, or the water is tugging itself a little too close to that gash to be comfortable. something like that. something like that. it’s enough.
he doesn’t think he’s making any sense. it’s just too warm.
“maa-kun,” his older brother’s crooning, pushing his damp bangs off his forehead with cold fingers, “I think you’re sick.”
masato blinks away what he hopes is sweat. “gross.”
“not gross, worrying. sit up please.”
“I’ll throw up.”
“you won’t.”
“you’re right, I won’t.”
he’s getting fussed over in the middle of the night, on the couch that he’s sweating all over, and he’s watching a fan across the room spin and it’s nauseating and he stops looking at it. he’s getting fussed over in the middle of the night, by his older brother, because his mom’s out of town visiting her sister. he’s getting fussed over in the middle of the night, feeling a little out of his body. feeling a little—not at all—a lot like a little kid again. feeling sick, and pathetic.
he goes into the bathroom, wobbly and upset and over-warm, and he throws up.
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reality’s tearing itself up, his dreams are eating it up, he’s falling apart and melting at the seams, he sits in almost-too-cold water until he thinks he’s gonna throw up again.
put him on ice, already, the sooner the funeral the sooner he can get some fucking rest.
his older brother’s sitting against the door frame, slipping in and out of consciousness. he murmurs, reaching forward to pet his hair, “‘s it too cold?”
masato doesn’t think it’s sweat. “it’s okay.”
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it wouldn’t have been a very good joke, even if it’d come out right.
masato thinks he just choked around, “I want to. I want to.”
#iii of iii: funeral arrangements#hanzawa to tashiro#hanzawa masato#tashiro gonzaburou#…hanzawa masato’s nii-san as well#getting all my darts tags out of the way first.#now then. it’s been two months. most of what you see here was written in the last two hours#number of reasons for this. no idea what most of them are though#writers block for a bit Maybe ‘‘‘‘hyperfixations’’’’ other than this one DEFINITELY#but also. a breadth of images in my head that want out but maybe don’t fit here or there. Yeah. probably will be a followup of miscellaneous#lines and so on later. like spring cleaning. but on the cusp of the new year#i don’t know. it’s time being weird and dreams being weirder and looping over and over#and it’s the sibling emotion bleeding all over. because that’s where i’ve been since at least november#two months ago ogasawara was supposed to be in funeral arrangements. two months is a long time.#i’m warm while i’m writing this.#also in a little bit of a fugue state. the word masato was looking for was ‘undertaker’#okay. it’s good to get this out no matter what. because putting myself in a position of obligation with i ii and iii. was bold for me#but. i think i don’t mind in the end#that said What gets written from this point forward gets written. no one expect anything from me for a bit#but also feel free to put thoughts in my head. i do so like using words for those sorts of things#enough from me now. good talk#dirtbrain writing
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not at all looking toward to today☺️ i’m so tired of this season bc if we’re being honest our biggest issue is the boys thinking about themselves and their performances as players/individuals and not as a cohesive team. we can go through managers but with so many of them planning to leave and dealing with an incompetent owner who complains about embarrassing performances when he’s the one who thinks throwing money at transfers and over saturating our first team will make a difference we’re no where near being a success club
#i’m sorry but kepa talking about it being a good season for him personally#we’re fucking 11th can’t keep clean sheets and no champs league next season so that’s a bold fucking statement
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anyways whoever likes this post right now gets a starter within my next 3 days off
#starter call.#BEING BOLD TN !!!#it’ll most likely be a one liner#or just something short#but the muse is building becus the rewatch#so i’m confident i’ll get these done#but i’m posting late becus…#it’s a lil sneaky starter ok
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