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theelvishscribbler · 3 months
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You know that thing that happens when you are driving a little car with normal headlights and a massive oversized truck or suv with eye burning LEDs is behind you and their headlights are exactly level with your rear window and also you can see the shadow of your car in front of you because their headlights are so unreasonably bright and overpower your own?
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chemdisaster · 7 months
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short fic about last life scar and tcd scar meeting because i'm kind of insane about the idea
"So what's your deal?"
The grimy and unkempt young man in front of him straightens up from where he was going through his chests—which Scar is very cheesed off about, by the way—and stares at him, but gives no other indication that he heard the question. 
Scar shrugs and sits down on a barrel already previously subjected to the Great Rummage, slightly kicking his feet. 
"I mean. You show up here and immediately try to kill me, then you figure out that I'm not a zombie—duh—and now you're trying to steal my diamonds, which I've already told you you can't have. So yeah. Little confused over here."
Silence. 
"You know, I'm starting to think you might be a zombie, with how much you suck at making any sound other than grrr and uggg."
More silence. Then—
"I'm not looking for diamonds. I need a gun."
The word diamonds is spat with such derision that it makes Scar teeter between affront and awe—does he not know what diamonds are? That must be the only possible explanation, for Scar cannot imagine someone understanding the full power of the shiny rocks and choosing not to seek them out—especially in a place like this.  
"I don't—I don't have a gun," he stammers, wondering not for the first time what this strange man is on about. That he can understand at least—he maybe wouldn't mind a gun himself, if he's being honest—but everything else about the whole situation eludes him. 
"Well, what do you have then? Ammo, food, maybe a med pack?" 
"Uh, I have chicken," Scar says and flinches as the other crosses the room in three big steps to stand in front of him, holding an arm out expectantly. Sighing, he reluctantly forks over half his chicken—actually half, because this guy looks like he needs it and also he's not sure if he would get slaughtered for trying to swindle someone with this amount of obvious murderous urges—and watches as at least a quarter of what he gave away is immediately gulped down. 
"Wow."
Weird-and-apparently-starved guy wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "Fuck you."
Oh-kay. So he can swear. 
In the ensuing lull of silence, Scar takes a moment to discretely look the intruder over again, as well as make note of his voice. Somehow gritty, yet rather high, it sounds weirdly similar to his own—in fact, the owner of it looks weirdly similar to him—that is, if you ignore the short, tangled hair and general lack of personal hygiene.
What he mistook earlier for an inability to sit still turns out to be paranoia, as, the moment he's done eating his food, his beyond-bizarre doppelgänger proceeds to circle his hut at least three times, checking every entrance and exit and eventually blocking them all off with a single chest-level block. 
Apparently even that odd practice leaves him unsatisfied, however, as he then swivels around and demands, "Is this place safe?"
"Uh, depends. Mobs don't come here often and my friends aren't dangerous—most of the time," Scar amends. Then hastens to add, "Usually." Pause. "Sometimes. I'm really not sure. It—fluctuates."
He knows what he sounds like, but the man's seen worse—clearly—so he doesn't call his words into question.
Suddenly Scar is struck with a thought—does—does this guy have friends? 
He doesn't ask him this, however, and instead decides on a more neutral approach, "What's your name?"
The guy gives him a long suspicious look.
"Scar."
Scar blinks. 
"No, my name is Scar."
"Well, pick another one, then," this new—this Scar says, but it's the least threatening thing he's said so far, judging by the slightly lighter tone of his voice. Scar—the real Scar, and doesn't that sound crazy?—does wonder whether his doppelgänger-twin-alternate self?-whatever is coming to the same conclusions as him—but if he is, either he's not bothered, or he's very good at hiding it. 
His own lack of surprise surrounding the revelation that this is him from some kind of parallel universe makes him wonder less. Maybe because he's a wizard, and therefore supposed to be used to all kinds of strange phenomenons. 
Maybe he's just tired. 
Other him swings his arms around for a bit and then slides down to sit on the floor with his back rested against the wall, all his previous energy gone so fast that it would make one wonder whether it had ever been real in the first place. 
"It's cold up here," he says, with the air of someone long used to the chilly weather—or his own helplessness against it. 
After a moment's hesitation, Scar joins him on the floor, making sure that their arms are a sufficient distance apart. 
"You have an issue with the cold?"
"No. Just would've thought that maybe in another life I'd have settled somewhere else. Somewhere warmer."
A pang of pain shoots through Scar's chest. He looks away. He was about to ask this him where he was from, but now he's not so sure he wants to—he'd rather not have those same questions be directed back at him. 
He wonders what Grian would say. If he could see this other version of him that's clearly suffered more than the both of them combined. What kind of joke he would make. If he would have anything to say at all, or if he would go straight for his sword. 
If he would hesitate before deciding which one of them to use it on.
 
"Your friends try to kill you?"
Evidently, the other him has no compunction when it comes to bringing up things Scar would rather not think about—
"Yeah, well, they're not—they're not really my friends," he admits, suddenly feeling very small. "I just said that to look cool. And also because they were, or at least I think they were, but lately we haven't been talking and they only ever come 'round here for resources, so—"
He shuts up. 
Other him hums, but thankfully has no interest in digging further. The wind makes a searing noise as it rushes in and out of his hut, past the one-block barricades, and Scar wonders once again what the point of making such a stupid defence even was. He doesn't ask, however, even though he probably should, to get back at this prick for reminding him of things he spends the whole day thinking about, anyway—
A long while passes before he opens his mouth again. 
"I miss them." 
"At least you have someone to miss."
The muttered remark should sound accusatory, but it's not. It's bitter, the kind of bitter that comes with understanding exactly what kind of feeling you are talking about. The kind of bitter that says I've been where you are and I've been worse and I'm glad you don't know what that worse is like. It's one short sentence, and yet it speaks volumes as to what must have happened in that weird place that had zombies and guns but not diamonds and was as cold as a lonely hut atop an equally lonely mountain. 
Scar is well aware that this weird other version of him could kill him in the blink of an eye. But he sighs and leans into him, accepts the warmth of physical contact and the emotional warmth that neither of them will ever admit to needing. 
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randomhuman45 · 2 years
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Dannymay 2022- Day 9 Ghost King AU
"Sup dude? Uhhhhh, what's up with the, uhhhhh," Tucker said gesturing to the space just above his head.
"Look Danny I know we're the losers of the school, but this is a bit much." Sam adds in.
"Okay, okay, I know I know, but hear me out." Danny stammers to his defense.
"Oh, this better be good." Sam responds crossing her arms across her chest with an unamused look on her face.
"Okay so you know how Clockwork told me I had 'urgent duties to attend in the ghost zone'?"
"Yeah you kind called super frantic dude."
"Anyways, so exactly 1 year from yesterday I defeated the previous Ghost King, so as per the ancient tradition and law of the ghost zone, I was to be crowned the new king and ruler of the ghost zone and all ghosts."
"I'm sorry what?" Sam asked.
"Dude you mean to tell me my best friend is a King? Hey can you make me a lord or something? Oh, I know! You can make me a knight! Can I get cool armor and a sword? A sword would be so cool!"
"Shut up Tucker!" Sam retaliated. "Are you joking Danny? I swear you better not, this is a serious thing!"
"Trust me the rulers of different parts of the ghost zone were all there like Dora and Frostbite, plus Clockwork and the observants had to read from this giant ancient book and it was a whole thing."
"So you have the ring of rage and crown of fire now?"
"Yeah. And see that's the problem."
"Yeah no kidding."
"Danny you're a mess already with your powers. Adding more power to that is just going to be a mess!" Sam argued.
"Okay, wow. First of all, ow. Secondly, not what I was talking about. You see since my role as King wasn't challenged by any of the lower division royalty members in the zone, my royal ghost stuff cannot be taken off. So I'm stuck with the crown and ring on me 24/7!"
"Okay but why is the crown of rage a Burger King crown?" Tucker asked.
Danny just sighed and slumped down. "Look when I detransform I still can't take them off. But Hades explained that I can alter the way they look. Apparently it's how he alters how he looks to humans when he enters the living world. Anyways, a small simple silver ring and burger king crown were the best I could come up with. So, yeah. This is what I'm going to be wearing the rest of my life."
"Damn dude. You are so gonna get beat by Dash for that. Good luck."
"Well what else was I supposed to do?"
"Literally anything else. Danny, you can't take it off, meaning it can't fall off, you couldn't just make it so small people can't see it or small and dark enough to blend in with your hair?" Sam pointed out.
"You know I hate you right?"
"You're welcome. So, change it?"
"Uggg, I would if I could Sam. But I kinda need Hades' help. I basically had him do this for me cause I could NOT figure it out."
"Well like Tuck said, good luck with Dash."
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Bonus:
Phantom Chat Room
Phantom_Can_Get_It: Omg have you guys seen Phantoms' new look????? That fire crown is sooooooo hot!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥😫😫😫😫
Phantom_is_a_hero: I saw! It's so badass!!!💪💪💪💪💪
Phantom=Fenton: You guys have to be kidding me! Fenton comes to class with a crown on and now Phantom has a crown!!!! Are you blind!!!Clearly they are the same person!!!
Phantom_Fanatic: Omg I thought we blocked Wes, who keeps letting him in here?????
Phantom=Fenton: You do know my dad is like a tech genius right? I won't let you silence the truth!!
Phantom_my_hero: You mean the guy who's been trying to get into Mayor Master's pants for the past 3 years?
Phantom_is_a_hero: Loser! Besides Fenton probably just wore it cause I called him the king if losers.
Phantom=Fenton: You called him that because he was wearing a crown. He was wearing the crown before you called him that.
Phantom_Fanatic: Omg can someone just kick him out again!!!
//Phantom_Can_Get_It has kicked Phantom=Fenton out of chat//
Phantom_Can_Get_It: There you go bestie!!!!❤❤❤❤❤
Phantom_my_hero: Thank you!!❤❤❤
Phantom_Can_Get_It: Okay so I know Phantom was wearing a ring, but you think he would leave his partner for me?????
Phantom_my_hero: Oh absolutely!!!!
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prosperdemeter2 · 10 months
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I never knew just how much I needed perspective flips from the rewrite series until I just read them lol. These characters are so…perfectly messy and human the way you write them and I absolutely love it. Just like Maddie alone. The way I wanted to just go uggg in the her pov for the Eddie asking about Daniel moment. But then wanted to high five and cheer for her in the other one where she told Bobby not to dare try and mess up buddies relationships after the bombing. Brilliant.
Anywho, while I can’t stand her in it, Can I ask for a perspective flip for Shannon in chapter 2 of collision please? 🥹
Gosh! This was a complicated one lmao. Let it be known that, for the canon of the series, I will probably never be going into Shannon’s POV again 😅 (not that I'm frustrated or anything about it. She was just TOUGH to write).
As for your words up top: omg pls you're so sweet 😭 I try so hard to write characters that are flawed but so deserving of love - I hope as the story goes on you gain some sympathy for a Maddie that's learning and trying to be better now.
collision chapter two
Eddie’s house was… quaint. It wasn’t what Shannon would have chosen for their family, if he had ever bothered to ask her, but it was what he had chosen. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised, Eddie had always been fond of the smaller things in life. He didn’t enjoy extravagant, he had fought her tooth and nail over getting a new car when they were still together, citing medical bills and a future fund that he’d rather be putting his pension into. He had to have been making enough in his career as a public servant (and with his retirement from the Army), so Shannon didn’t really understand why he was still living in his small, two bedroom, one story house. But it wasn’t her concern how Eddie spent his money anymore. 
At least, not when it came to this. 
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Harvey kissed her cheek like he always did, like she was a work of art, and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She preened - Eddie had never touched her like that, he had never spoiled her the way Harvey did, with pride and reverence. Harvey was better, everyone in her life told her that (Shannon had known that when they had first slept together - Harvey was perfect, safe… dispassionate.). 
Shannon hated Eddie’s little house. 
It was too clean, too lived in, too decorated. He had a calendar on the refrigerator that didn’t have his handwriting on it, stuffed behind Christopher’s messy color pencil drawings and report card boasting all A’s. He had a list of emergency phone numbers taped on the counter next to a landline and Shannon’s name wasn’t even on it - the list went: Buck, Carla, Bisabuela, Tia Pepa, Maddie, Captain Nash, Athena Grant, Karen Wilson, Tia Adriana. The list was obviously for Christopher, just like the shower chair and the rails in the bathroom she had spotted earlier. It was a good thing he already had those in place, Shannon had noted with a derisive snort, considering his boyfriend needed them just as much lately (if the way he was slowly moving the night before said anything). 
Shannon glanced over her shoulder and towards the locked door at the end of it - Christopher was still in the bathroom, he had paused briefly outside of the door that clearly belonged to his father’s bedroom but Shannon had waved him along. I’ll make breakfast, she had said with a smile. 
Christopher always liked waffles. She was sure Eddie had the ingredients to toss those together, although she didn’t see a waffle maker anywhere. Maybe she should interrupt the two of them, like she had thought of doing the night before just for the laugh of it all (imagine, Shannon scoffed. Helena would have had Eddie’s head, and Shannon’s, if she had ever caught them doing what Shannon had caught him doing the night before.). She could imagine it, really. She didn’t know what they were doing behind that door, really, except she knew, from her own wealth of experience, just how good at bedroom activities Eddie was. They’d probably be lost in each other, like Shannon had noticed they so often were. Her knocking on the door, sharp and loud, would have them springing apart. If she laughed loud enough, she could picture the perfect bright red Eddie’s cheeks would turn - it used to mean that they would be having a very entertaining romp in the sheets themselves, but Shannon had long ago grown to enjoy the lead up to the main event just as much. Eddie was easy to rile up, fun to do too, and ever since he had served her those divorce papers? Shannon thought he deserved a bit of embarrassment every now and then. “Can I have cereal?” Christopher interrupted her thoughts with a blink of innocence. 
Shannon flinched. “I’m going to make waffles.” 
Christopher frowned. “Okay,” he shrugged. “Can I have cereal still?” 
“Your mother,” Harvey intervened when Shannon merely bristled in her spot. “Is going to make waffles.” 
“I don’t want waffles.” Christopher argued petulantly. He had always done that - it had driven Shannon insane when he was little. Clearly, Eddie had picked up where his parents had left off when it came to catering to Christopher’s every want and need. “Dad says I can have cereal so long as I have fruit too.” 
“Well, dad’s not up.” Shannon said in a forced light tone. Dad said, dad said, dad said. It was all she had heard the day before until they had gotten back home and then Christopher had sat himself next to Buck on the floor all night until it was time for bed. Shannon had offered him the side of the couch closest to her, Christopher had always been a cuddler and Shannon had, genuinely, missed having his small body pressed tightly against hers. Christopher had declined, though, but she hadn’t missed the way he had cuddled up next to Buck’s side instead. Perhaps she should have offered him her seat, the man had just gotten out of his full leg cast not too long ago, but there had been a bit of vindictive joy in watching him wince as he straightened out his leg to rest on the rug. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She winked over her shoulder at Christopher’s little, tired face, and turned back to the cabinets with a frown. 
“Dad -.” It was like Christopher had summoned him. 
The door opened and shut on the other end of the hallway and Shannon… she had always been attuned to Eddie. She knew the cadence of his footsteps, the way he breathed, the way he would first look for Christopher and then look for her. Only it took longer than Shannon remembered it ever taking for Eddie to look in her direction - the door clicked shut behind him and his hair was a mess (and he had a small bruise, sucked into the skin of his collarbone that Shannon couldn’t help staring at when his shirt slipped down enough for her to see it. It wasn’t jealousy so much as rage. Eddie had belonged to her for the longest time, she had been the only person he had ever slept with, his first and only for so long. Any mark he had on his skin used to be because she put it there. And now she was competing. With a man who made Eddie laugh and, and… she was mostly ambivalent towards Eddie’s boyfriend, except that she wasn’t. She couldn’t help but think of how different things would have been if he hadn’t been around, if she hadn’t waited so long. Eddie’s face would have flashed with that anger again at something she said and it would have ended the way it always did, Shannon’s nails leaving a trail down his back and her mouth sucking a bruise into his skin). “Morning, Eddie.” Harvey greeted kindly. 
Shannon shook herself. She was happy, she was going to marry the most wonderful man, she had her son back (on Eddie’s terms, though. Shannon didn’t have Christopher so much as have time with him). “Morning.” Eddie waved, though, cordial and polite as always. Shannon could remember the way he used to touch her, soft hands on her hips as he walked by. He used to wrap himself around her, duck his nose into her shoulder and hold on while he woke up. 
He bypassed her completely and instead lingered over Christopher, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head and breathing in against his curls. 
What happened to the man she had married, she wondered. Where had she lost him? “Buenos días, bud.” Shannon gripped his cabinet handle tighter. 
She had always been jealous of the relationship Eddie had with Christopher. It was always so easy, so second nature with the two of them. Shannon had to work every second of every day to be a mother, to remember what it was she was supposed to be doing to keep Christopher happy and healthy and Eddie… Eddie just knew how to do it. And it didn’t make any sense to her, really! Eddie hadn’t had parents the way Shannon had - Ramon had been gone most of his childhood and Helena had thrust him into the role of man of the house much too early. He had always been good at it, though. Surprisingly tender even when Shannon had wanted him at his hardest. It only got worse one Christopher was born - Eddie was careful not to yell, he had cried the first time he had held him, Shannon had caught him singing Christopher to sleep, once, when he was on leave. He loved being a father and Christopher, obviously, adored having him as one. 
Christopher tipped his head back to rest it on Eddie’s chest, staring up at him like he always had - like Eddie was the hero in every story he ever made up. He beamed and leaned up, pressing his own kiss to the corner of Eddie’s scratchy, unshaven jaw (Shannon had always hated it when he looked like this. Unshaven, just rolled out of bed, face unwashed and hair still a mess. She preferred Eddie put together.). “Buenos días, dad!” 
That was another thing. Shannon hated the whole… Spanish thing. It was like they were trying to shove her out. When they were in Texas, Eddie and sisters would go on a whole rant in Spanish back and forth and Shannon would be left just trying to pick up on context clues. Helena had tried to translate what she could, and Sophia had always explained it after the matter. You could try to learn, Adriana had said with her nose in the air like always. Eddie had apologized, though, when Shannon had pointed out feeling left out of family conversations. 
Clearly, though, he was still insisting on teaching Christopher the language. She wondered if it bothered Eddie’s new partner too, or if Buck was perfect with that too. Shannon rolled her eyes at the thought, the man probably spoke Spanish himself. It was like Eddie had created him in a lab - young, tall, handsome, strong, stupid and yet, somehow, smart. She had noticed Eddie staring at certain kinds of men over the years, Buck certainly fit Eddie’s preference better than Shannon ever could. Eddie hugged Christopher from behind, smiled at him in a way that made a portion of her anger with him disappear, and rested his chin on Christopher’s bony shoulder. “¿Cómo era antes de que empezara a llover?” 
She scowled again. 
Of course. 
Eddie clearly wanted to ask Christopher something that she wouldn’t understand in order to keep their secrets. It was like he was plotting against her - Christopher fought her at every corner, he didn’t seem all that interested in doing anything but argue with Harvey, and if she had to hear one more time about just how great Eddie’s boyfriend was she was going to wring her own neck. “It was okay. We didn’t get smores, though.” Christopher explained. 
Eddie frowned and clocked Christopher’s disappointment immediately. “We can make some with bisabuela?” 
“In the backyard?” 
“Or we can make them in the oven here.” Christopher smiled excitedly and hummed, his little body shaking with excitement. 
Shannon closed the cabinet a little too hard and opened the next one - full of plates and ceramic bowls that were all mismatched and clearly second hand (but a good brand of second hand, she noted. The kind that could be microwaved and put in the oven if needed without even chipping the paint. Eddie’s family didn’t use those.). “Shannon,” Eddie called to her with that edge to her voice that told her that he was starting to get frustrated with her. She frowned at it - frustrated at her? She hadn’t even done anything yet but try and feed their child. “I’ll make breakfast.”
Shannon almost laughed. “You can’t cook.” She smirked over her shoulder at him. 
The last time Eddie had tried to cook he had managed to undercook chicken after leaving it in the oven for half an hour. Eddie rolled his eyes at her and something like a sharp satisfaction spiked in her belly. He was annoyed, good. “Dad makes eggs!” Christopher defended with a strong frown. “And… and crepes with bisabuela.” 
Bisabuela. Isabel Diaz had always been Eddie’s biggest enabler. She called him pet names and kissed his cheeks and pulled him into tight, long hugs. Isabel had told Shannon, very seriously, that Eddie was special. That he had a special heart that deserved to be taken care of. That he was soft, and that softness was his strength. Shannon had always been… uneasy around the woman. It was like she could see right through her and was just waiting for Shannon to make a mistake. “You can always have cereal.” Eddie said dryly, standing up and nudging her out of the way and towards the table. 
Her skin burned where his arm had touched hers. It had been… a long time since Eddie had touched her and things between them had always felt like a raging fire. It was an addictive feeling, even if Harvey’s hand on her wrist felt calm and cooling. “I thought you would have bought more.” Because his cabinets had been nearly empty, his refrigerator had been full of health food and pineapple juice, his freezer with meats and meatless substitutions. 
“It’s not like we expected company.” Eddie countered and grabbed the eggs out of the refrigerator, scowling at the milk like they had personally insulted him. 
Shannon could feel it, the fire growing between them, threatening to come to a head. She wondered how it would blow up, now that the bedroom wasn’t an option for them. “Harvey doesn’t like eggs.” She stuck her chin in the air and said. 
“Then he can have cereal.” Dismissive. 
Shannon bristled in frustration. Eddie had gotten so boring over the years. He had stopped arguing with her a week before she had left, but when she had shown back up he had shown her that he still had that passion inside of him. 
She wanted to taste it again. All of him was hers, he had vowed that a long time ago. It didn’t matter what a piece of paper said, anymore. He had belonged to her since they were twelve. He could have his fun, but he’d be back. He would always come back. “He -.” Harvey’s hand covered over Shannon’s shoulder. 
“It’s okay, Shannon.” He said with a bright, cordial smile. “I don’t mind cereal.” 
Shannon’s building excitement faded when Eddie turned back around, his face carefully expressionless.  “Cereal’s on the fridge.” He said with a nod and turned towards the oven. 
Something in her stirred. Anger, annoyance, arousal. 
Eddie was always so much more fun when he decided to play petty. 
Shannon carefully sat down beside Harvey with a small smirk. Oh, if he wanted to play, they could play. 
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questionablemuses · 9 days
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//Scratch replies today at least until later. I have some ... things in mind I wanna do first. & the fact that I'm kinda iffy & yucky still. Istg this is the longest I've had this cough - tbh most of the people at work even have it, but that's beside the point of this post.
Major point being, I'll respond to plotting ims later & such. I wanna design Mammon. Being all fluffy & his pre-fallen form. I'd think of something for Ozzie too, but uggg. Mams is so much more closer to my heart. You don't understand.
Wanting to design pre!fallen because talking with Dragon about it & now I'm just - I must.
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Uggg i miss them so so so much atm they were my everything the only reason i was keeping my self together and now they are gone and idk what to do with out them
I need to get over them they were toxic but still i cant the fact iam probably never gonna see them again
I got to try boba for the 1st time today and that was always a us thing and it feels like iam..cheating? Ig ? On them ...does that make since?
Like i thought we would be friends forever ,move in together once we get old enough and be there for each others big moments but i guess not
And you want to know what makes it hurt even more ? The fact i didn't get to say good bye to them and the fact they probably dont think about me
Feeling i cant put into words are the worst feellings to feel
-Merrrp
Darling, you need a really really long hug. Virtual hug:
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I understand, even with a toxic relationship, it can be so hard to end it, because no matter how bad they were, you loved them and that's what matters to your heart. That's why children who are abused will still cling to their parents, because they love them and it doesn't matter what happened.
But yes, you need to move on. However, be gentle with yourself, it takes time and that is okay. Let yourself mourn the loss, and then let yourself move on.
On the front with things like the boba, try making new associations? I'm not the expert here with relationships, but that would be my suggestion. Take a doll with you or whatever whenever you do that certain thing to try and re-associate the action with something new. I hope that makes sense, and as I said, I'm definitely no expert, but it seems worth a shot.
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cptnleviackerman · 2 months
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cotton candy and raspberry swirl!! ৲( ᵒ ૩ᵕ )৴♡*
thank you for sending this!! ♡‿♡ im going to answer this one with me and din in mind bec i feel like i dont talk about him enough and i adore him so much:(
cotton candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved!
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tehehe i wanted to see adorable photos of din and baby grogu (and yes i am claiming these photos as mine, i took them, and i have printed them out and framed them)
raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?
oh din:( bless his heart but he was so terrible at cheering me up when we first met, he really was just this emoji personified 🧍gkztissgjkxg but hes so much better now! and hes much more relaxed around me, which is good tehehe hes definitely a physical touch guy when it comes to comforting me or cheering me up, but even though its his go to way of comforting hes still oddly embarrassed about initiating it, which always puts a smile on my face bec its very cute to see him all embarrassed and fumbling over what he wants to say. he likes to sit with me, often silently, and just run his hands up and down my arm rhythmically, or he'll gently play with the ends of my hair. when I'm feeling particularly sad or upset he tries to think up ways of distracting me too! he talks about his adventures, about how he fixes parts of the ship, i love listening to him talk about the most random of things—even if i dont understand it, his voice always cheers me up. he'll even sometimes talk about us, and our relationship—how his feelings grew and changed as he got to know me, and this always manages to pull a smile onto my face bec its so rare to hear him talk about us before we were us. he definitely prefers physical touch kind of comforting over everything else, and he knows i just appreciate his presence next to me, and feeling his hands around me really helps ground me and uggg i feel like i could talk about this all day
i feel like i answered that last one kind of off topic... but yk<3 its fine<3
questions from this selfship ask game!!
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the-cat-chat · 6 months
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October 28, 2023
Slotherhouse (2023)
Senior Emily Young wants to be elected sorority president. She adopts a cute sloth, thinking it will help her win, but a string of fatalities implicates the sloth.
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JayBell: I was so ready to love this movie. I thought it would be bad, yes, but the self-aware kind of bad where it's actually good again. I'm sad to say that even this satirical ridiculous movie about a sloth on a murder spree just missed the mark for me.
First, what is with the nonstop music in scenes? The music is overused and often overtakes what is actually onscreen. Please let music enhance scenes, not try to force sentimentality where non exists.
Also, this is probably just a personal thing, but I dislike when movies use social media popularity as a goal for characters. It's just hard for me to relate to and be sympathetic to, and then I have to be prepared for the underlying message and themes about what social media has done to culture and the youth and blah blah. Plus, I just cringe seeing the fake social media comments and posts in movies.
My major problem in this movie, and trust me there are many (bad acting, bad writing, plot holes you could drive a bus through, useless boyfriend character, and so much more), is that the main character isn't sympathetic or likeable at all. Her motive for stealing this sloth from an illegal animal trade isn't enough for me to want to see her succeed. One brief second you're led to believe this whole adventure is because she wants to connect with her mom, but nope, she just wants to be popular and liked. Understandable yeah, but ultimately shallow and overused in fiction. She acts so much younger and immature than she's supposed to be. Plus, she's such a flip flop with her actions.
Anyways, the sloth is the best part of this movie, but that's not saying much cause every scene with humans is disappointing. It's sad because I feel like there was so much silly potential with this movie.
Rating: 4/10 cats 🐈
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Anzie: I just have to come out and be honest. This is a really awful movie. Really awful. And the only thing that saves it. The killer sloth. Now I am biased bc I love sloths, always have, but this sloth has the vibes, even if a she’s a psychotic murderer. Honestly, the writers did such a good job making it so easy to sympathize and root for this sloth. Uggg and the name. Alpha? AlPhA??? AllllaaaphAaaaaaa? Come on man.
I really can’t process what I experienced- but the humans are literally the worst part of this movie. Sure the sloth is this cute puppet looking thing that reminds me of my pupper. Butttttt these peopleeeeeeee, ugggggg. They are so dumb, say the most ridiculous things, and seem to have no brain. I have so many questions about all of it. But ya know what. I’m good. I don’t need to know everything.
Lovvvvve when the sloth spits out the tranquilizer pill when he gets jelly on the computer and starts his rampage. Absolutely iconic. And I do like that the writers’ reference old Halloween classics like CHUCKY, The Shining, and Halloween. And I know the point of this movie is a commentary on social media and ego and all that yada yada but it still was unbearable.
That said as much as my soul was dying, I was cackling for a good hour.
**** I really don’t get the flute music the whole time. Maybe it was royalty free. Maybe it was vibes. I’ll never be able to tell.
Rating: 3.5 Sloths 🦥
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semi-imaginary-place · 8 months
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Welp taking a break to do battle. Started on casual because im a coward but i did really well like 1% sentinel and city damage and no terminal damage so i bumped it up to normal and i'm doing pretty good 7 chain battle with no terminal damage and like 4% city and sentinel damage, getting all the side objectives and S***** and everything too first try so i probably could play on the harder difficulty. I guess im better than i expected or this game is easy cant tell.
Went and unlocked a bunch of files and oooh okino made anyone who touches miura force summon a sentinel. Why??
Back to remembrance. Ogata: wow your communication skills suck, you could have said i think that train is going to crash why not be on the safe side and just wait for the next one. Instead of ordering around the girl that hates being ordered around. omg of all the people to get stuck in a time loop. Now if i could only place that voice... juro? My second guess would be okino but okino usually sounds more... feminine? D-Code key... Where have i heard that before... Uggg this is what i get for putting this game down for a few days. Gee fuyusaka how come mom let you have FOUR sprites so she's a super agent, nurse, high schooler, and miura's kid sister who's also in 1985 i dont know whats going on. And ogata originally carried the d-code key whatever that is. Oh he met catsuit as a kid and she says he's the one that calls the deimos to 1985 and then she implants him with nanomachines im assuming its the same "magic gun" megumi was shooting people with that turns them into pilots?
Shinonome: 2064, i was wondering what time she was from. I haven't seen this time period yet. Ah yes the cringe crush on her highschool teacher who's also her boss in a spy agency who's using that crush to manipulate her. Morimura and fuyusaka are different people clearly but their demeanors are at least in the same ballpark, ida and amiguchi tho could not be more different and its so funny i cant wait to get to a certain scene later. Sekigahara is also here as are morimura and gouto hmm i wonder if this is the section they are all from and their operations in 1985 are a continuation of what is happening here. They all seem to be working together and just recruited sekigahara and shinonome. 17, 14, 15 i really should memorize sentinel numbers. Oh was this the battle that almost killed izumi. A system attack originating from sekigahara's sentinel... Does this have anything to do with okino? Sekigahara did go to 1944. Oh is this why sekigahara lost his memory and was being hunted? 13, 16, 12, 19, 14 were transmitted. That means 17 15 and one other were unresponsive and then there's gouto and idk if morimura and ida count but wow they got a lot of the pilots. 8 is autonomous i was wondering about the low numbers. Ok so that ida is dead why does 1984 ida look exactly the same. A lot of the factions seem to overlap but im not convinced their goals are exactly the same, either way shinonome is convinced prisoner 426 is her enemy who is sekigahara. Wow i knew her's was going to be intense.
Damn we're playing migraine simulator over here. "Your memories will quickly return" uh yeah bout that i can see from the other routes shinonome's lost most of her memories. Very interesting, in the prologue shinonome's hatred of 426 was driven by her crush on ida but now when gouto ask's she responds that 426 is an AI that destroyed the future and I cant tell if she's lying to gouto or has forgotten her motives. Also sekigahara might be following the instructions of an evil(?) AI or is one himself who knows. How the hell does she recognize ida in amiguchi they act wildly different. so the ida in the 2064 battle didn't die, they are rhe same person. Oh wow there's like no locks on shinonome's story but idk how to get back to nurse 1. Huh so sekigahara says he isnt 426 and didn't infect the sentinel which could still man the AI did th one he might be taking instructions from. And shininome's story leads into kisaragi's in 2025. Morimuro gives iori namomachines every time she takes a nap in her office soo sketchy. Confirmation that morimura is tryin to erase shinonone:s memories and personality like izumi. And fuyusaka's weird dreams are memory transplants
Well that all the unlocked stuff back to fighting going to clear out area 1 before more story. And i am now playing on intense. I'm doing fine on intense bove 90% on everything which is amazing considering i have no idea how to use gen 1s like they get deployed and most of the time do nothing (except ei so i guess its mostly the two punk boys who stand around and do nothing). Aw i got capped at 10 consecutive battles, i havent done any non consecutive battles. Baby chihiro showed up and knows how to shift 1.2 mil ppl. Oh hey the idol is here still dont know what her deal is because i havent done shu's story but she's going to the mainframe (ufo) and that will stop things? She's fixing it? Okino's last resort? Why do i get the feeling she's an AI.
Time to finally unlock stuff. Amiguchi first. I wonder if ida actually is from 2024 i cant remember the dates he's popped up in. The lab dream bro what. Is this og ida? And he turned tamao into an AI that's like turning nicola tesla into an AI. So this is where all the androids came from. Assuming og this is something after the sectors were completed nd sector 0 destroyed? Which places this way after all the og miura scenes. Horrible thought then that all then wandering androids were once sapient like tamao and kisaragi here but are now malfunctioning. Hmm no i dont think this is og if this is the iteration juro gunned them down (maybe). That idol def only exists in the tv and is connected to the sentinels stuff somehow.. universal controller heard that somewhere before. The brain is retained so cyborgs technically. And year 2100 so yeh thi is one of the iterations probably.
Miura. I love him. Precious. Him, natsuno, and bj talking is really funny as sad. As lot of miura is heartbreaking like he's haunted by so much of his past searching for any hint of his last remaining family member. What. Og takamiya is natsuno's mom. And there was maybe an actual alien invasion? Ok straight up child abduction, that was miura's sister chihiro in 1985 like actual same person for once. Still dont know what was up with the chihiro/morimura/fuyusaka in ogata's story. Anyways gouto sees baby chihiro as the same as the nurse. Actually. if miura knows gouto why didnt he recognize him in the park? I was also wondering about the multiple apocalypses until i remembered its not so much time travel so much as different spaces that are in different eras. When tamao dies she disappears this better not be we're all actually in a computer simulation. "Universal control has shifted her" but its not like sentinel shifts, shifted where. They're totally in virtual reality aaaaaaaaaa i hate it. "She is mot truly dead. Instead she remains under life support inside her pod, waiting for the end." ... Its a computer simulation.... I think its interesting that 2188 miura liked history and 1944 miura likes scifi. Wow this game just wont stop hurting miura i vaguely remember some of this. Wonder how morimura ended up baby and miura's little sister. I guess there's now 2? Maybe 3 morimuras running around. Oh is this 2188 morinura? Which miura is in bj? 2188 og miura? One of the past iterations?
On to gouto finally. Thought he'd be unlocked by shininome. So he's from 2064 too... Morimura and ida were from there too i think? The bridge? Hmm so the lab of 2104 is in space and earth has been lost. Okino, morimura, ida, and gouto all know that the surface of 1.2 billion automated factories just produce kaiju. I was questioning if it was purposeful or not, there's also how professor takamiya the og im assuming said the front line would soon be lost and i was wondering why she was fleeing to the space colony. But maybe the something similar happened in the og world where the automated factories went haywire. When og shinonome talked about sabotaging project ark i thought they were in deep space like closed system the kaiju are produced on the ship, but if they are still in orbit then they could be getting attacked from there which would explain why ida's calculations were off in... 2064's? battle, oooor this could all be virtual reality. Gouto's prologue is a lot to unpack. Morimira is the real body (just how many rests have there been? None yet? The more i learn the less i know. Im totally going to have to read a story summary after all this) and there's clones running around. Oh right i forgot what side nurse morimura was on i remember there was something. So og morimura suspects 426 is involved and maybe body jacked her original body. Wait i misunderstood something. The morimura-sensei gouto is referring too and the one in the small body who regained her memories isnt the og. Oh everything makes so much more sense now. Why morimura was working with ida but now has a different agenda and why we havent been talking about morimura in 2188. This is dream morimura who is different from nurse morimura. Which begs the question why is gouto and co letting nurse morimura do memory alterations on shinonome and kurabe unless they dont want her to know that they're on to her wow things are getting interesting fast. Juicy so child morimura is the clone with implanted memories. Or maybe she in the og. I cant remember the conflict about operation aegis need ro go rewatch that. Oooh so og gouto was an old man that was ceo of shikishina that bought the nanomachine memory company and he calls a hit on morimura chihiro because her "project" (ark?) threatens shikishima. Last to unlock and now a lock for all 12 at 80% damn ok gouto's the final boss.
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technowoah · 3 years
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Stuck In a Room
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Its hard to be funny while stuck in your room.
- Tommy innit x platonic reader
- OOC Tommy (out of character)
- the first one in my huge special masterlist.
Now playing...
Look Who's Inside Again.
(Stuck In a Room)
Bo Burnham
0:01 ─●──────── 3:29
⚠︎ swearing, angst, confusing feelings, not proofread. Thats it :)
Part of my Inside Special!
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"Trying to be funny and stuck in a room
There isn't much more to say about it"
He sat at his desk just staring at the computer screen infront of him. His room was dark only for his LED lights and his multiple computer screens. Tommy had his phone on his desk with jokes typed on it. He couldn't find the fuel to turn on his stream and joke around. He had made a video today with Wilbur and Tubbo with some scripted jokes that didn't land well, well at least he didn't think so.
He was always in his room. It was hard to find inspiration through the internet. There's no one to laugh, there's no one to react. Tommy was struggling, he felt unproductive in his room he felt stuck in his chair unable to leave it only when his mother calls him for dinner.
"Can one be funny when stuck in a room?
Being in, trying to get something out of it"
He was happy with what he did, it's becoming a safe haven a place away from the outside world. He has friends and a family online, but he also has friends and family in real life. The world is fucked up, but the internet can be also. The internet laughed, well at least he thinks they do, when he makes a joke. He had a couple of friends who thought he was funny in real life. One of them was currently downstairs with his parents. It was his fault for saying he was going to stream 10 minutes ago and never started streaming.
Tommy felt bad letting his close friend talk to his parents when in reality they came for him. Right now he couldn't get anything out of, he couldn't get that joke right, he couldn't find his rhythm in this space in this situation he put himself in and couldn't get out of. Tommy wasnt going to let himself go until he got what he wanted.
"Try making faces
Try telling jokes, making little sounds.
Uggg!"
He still stared at the jokes written on his phone and wondered what else he could do in this atmosphere. Comedians had their stage, or even a director and a film set to work on. And Tommy had three monitors a microphone with no live audience. Was it worth being here and trying so hard to make people laugh? Was it worth blowing off his friend to chicken out of streaming to try and get his work corrected.
This was a thing he loved, he loved making faces, telling jokes, and seeing people's reactions. He tried that so much that it became a routine for him, trying different things to joke around and through trial and error he found out slowly what they liked, but it was hard to tell with the usual people who hated his content and the people who watched every upload.
Sometimes the videos, the jokes, the faces didn't even see the light of day and are either left in a folder or sent to his friend who he trusted with his content.
There were days he didn't want to stream, nor make videos. He just wanted things to himself. It was cliche, but a bunch of jokes were written down in his notebooks and anywhere he could write them down. He then kept those jokes to himself, they had no use for what he was doing with YouTube now, maybe they will see the light one day.
"I was a kid who was stuck in his room
There isn't much more to say about it"
Tommy knew he wanted to do this for the longest. He was stuck in his room watching his inspirations and trying to find his own path. That's why he made his first channel, he was always in this spot. He was determined to be where he was now, and he still sat in the same spot. Hes in the same predicament. There's nothing much to say about it.
"When you're a kid and you're stuck in your room
You'll do any old shit to get out of it
Try making faces
Try telling jokes, making little sounds"
He seemed normal back then, Tommy remembered back to his past and thought he was normal. He went to school, hung out with friends, came home, did his homework, ate, and only worked for a small bit of time on his videos. Later on he started working on YouTube videos later at night and not getting much sleep for school. The weekends were all-nighters, he became more invested in YouTube so all he did was that and school.
Tommy hated staying still, he moved around his room, went outside. Now he never went outside unless needed he to. Unless his friends wanted to.
Tommy joked around with his parents, to try and go places when he couldn't drive. Tried to convince his parents by making faces, jokes, and little sounds to annoy them into finally taking him to where he wanted to go.
Now these things were adored or hated by many of his fans. Tommy always if he kept his jokes to himself and tried a different approach to comedy or entertainment.
"Well, well
Look who's inside again
Went out to look for a reason to hide again"
His fans knew alot, they knew he was hiding from the internet, they knew he went looking for another way only to be found back in this chair with the "Go Live" button taunting him.
Tommy knew he was hiding from the world. He was hiding from his friend downstairs, but he sat here knowing that his fans wanted more, they wanted Tommyinnit. They knew he was inside, they knew he was dormant, they wanted content. Tommy had to get his groove back, his jokes back to get his confidence back to stream.
"Well, well
Buddy, you found it"
For Tommy it was hard to explain, but he felt unproductive, unmotivated, but now he had it. He had jokes, he had motivation and hopefully it wont go away for him and his fans. Tommy finally moved his mouse and clicked on that button satisfying the wishes and making his feelings even more complicated and his guilt subside.
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You walked up to Tommy's door to knock softly, but you had gotton no response. You tried again, but the same thing happened.
"Tommy?" You slightly yelled enough for him to hear behind the door, but not loud enough for his parents to complain.
"Tommy!" You yelled and knocked again trying to get your friend to get out of his room.
It's been a while and you havent heard an "I'M LIVE!" or "DONT COME IN IM STREAMING!" from him yet.
You assumed he wasn't streaming or he wasn't even talking during the stream. You slowly pushed open the door, but something stopped you from going inside.
"WELCOME TO THE STREAM BOYS!"
You closed the door and went back down the stairs.
"Is he streaming, honey?" His mom asked.
"Yeah, he is." You said somberly.
"Now, come out with your hands up
We've got you surrounded."
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captainshazamerica · 3 years
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Dude dude dude crane dancing weirdly and laughing like a maniac to himself is such rogues vibes I love it so much 😅 I want all the gc and cc rogues to hang out in a big warehouse somehere like this hahaa
I'm so confused about jason being buried there's no way bruce buried an empty coffin I feel like bruce 100% would have looked at jasons body in the coffin just to like cement the grief and physiologically torture himself tbh, Bruce couldn't have buried an empty coffin so ahh maybe he did but like how would he not have known it was empty!? Honestly I was not expecting the lazarus pit until I saw the episode name and I dunno what comic it's from but I'm pretty sure there's one where jason did die was buried and woke up in the coffin alive for like no reason no pit needed, I dunno I just like the version of him actually being buried and coming back to life just for some pure unknown mystery reason or maybe I just made that up in my head I have no clue lol
Crane sent one sad upset little kid messed up on anti fear toxin to The Joker! BOY WHAT Crane knew he was gonna get killed so did crane know that bringing him back to life and drugging him would allow him some level of control over jason, it seems like crane is masterminding the entire thing and j is just basically his pet/henchman, also in the future when he's hopefully off the anti-fear toxin is he still gonna be not quite himself cuz of the effects of the pit?
The phone to call to hank I really want jason to have meant that like maybe he hadn't dosed up on toxin yet and he was able to actually feel and sought out hank to help him but then took the toxin after the call and just did a 180 and decided to do that bomb thing instead or was that all cranes idea
Bruce telling him he's not robin anymore in an attempt to save him from the dangers of Gotham is literally what gets him killed, poor Bruce, I NEED a scene of bruce and jason together again or at least just Bruces reaction to the fact that jason is still alive BRUCE CALLING HIM SON 😢 and technically jason admitted to seeing him as his dad in the word association thing with doc thompkins
THE DREAM THING WITH DONNA I freaking LOVED that (she looked so cool) but it was like he was being warned by the universe/weird dcu magic or maybe even donna herself warning him about his future as redhood to try to stop all that from happening to him because those dreams were happening before crane/joker killing him, I need to rewatch that, THAT IS SO COOL! was he able to see the redhood suit in his dream cuz if he did maybe that's why he chose the suit cuz he seen it in a dream and was afraid of it and now he's all about not being afraid so that's why he chose that as his suit, I'm assuming his suit choice was his idea and crane didn't plan the outfit for him 😅
BRO CRANE DANCING LIKE THAT WAS EVERYTHING HOLY CRAP. LIKE THATS SO FREAKING IN CHARACTER (almost Fanon tbh xD). That made Scarecrow loving butt so happy omg xD Dc is finally giving people what they want!!! Lmao, can you even imagine the chaos of the gotham and CC rogues all together like that omg, someone needs to make art or fic of that man xD
Oh yeah, I guess that is the one thing they didnt address. Idk, this Bruce was disassociating from Jason dying so much that Im not sure he would look in the coffin cause that would be acknowledging the truth which he was in clear denial in until he snapped and killed the joker. But yeah, that would have been cool. Yeah that is the comics version, the explanation was superman messing with the universe or some typical dc crap like that xD They went with the animated movie version, well, closer to that version, in terms of the Lazarus pit bringing him back. I like how like a month ago we were talking about how we doubted they were gonna use the Pit but look at that they did!
I freaking KNEW Crane was the mastermind behind most of it(and used Jason's already messed up self and emotions ), like from that first episode when he took the gas I was like I BET THAT IS ANTI FEAR TOXIN! xD But i loooveee how they are giving us a manipulative af Crane, you rarely see that in media!
Oooh yes the phone call, I do wish they had like def confirmed that it was Jason off the gas, which like i think they implied but i want confirmation lol. But yeah, I am def thinking he was off his drugs when he first made that call cause his demeanor during the 2nd call was a lot more like when he is on the gas.
THE BRUCE AND JASON SCENES KILLED ME OH MY GOSHHHHHH. AND WE FINALLY GOT A MEDIA VERSION OF BRUCE CALLING JASON HIS SON! IM LIKE SOBBING! THATS ALL WE EVER FREAKING WANTED! and YASS jason calling bruce his dad in the word association omg, I didn’t think they were actually gonna have him say it. and then they have the AUDACITY to show him getting better ONLY TO DESTROY IT UGGG.
Oooh yeah, that dream thing with donna was interesting, I wonder if they are gonna like fully explain it or leave it vague.
Curran just blew it OUT OF THE PARK THOOOOO
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ruddcatha · 3 years
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This is Fandom lol I'm curious about questions 5 and 6, especially seeing as you've read it all. And then question 17 for fun. XD <3 <3 <3
Hey @fandomobsessions016​ lol
5. Something I hate to see in smut.
I have a real big issue with Non Con and very very dub con.  Even if a partner starts off into something, the moment they have concern or say they aren’t comfortable and the other still does the action... I... uggg.  I don’t really like it when one partner has choice taken away for some reason or another.  
Also for me, unless its clearly established in the story why its being done, I do not like reading some dirty talk, like the partners being called sluts or whores.   I’ve read some that are well done that include this but its set up that its just during certain times, not every single encounter, and I loved the story, but there are others where its the primary way of speaking to a partner across multiple fandoms and it just... no matter who its levied against it just makes me uncomfortable. I’ve seen it used as punishment, and it just... i guess it just takes away from the special connection of sex to me? 
 Also for me, if the word sn*tch or c*nt is used I’m usually NOPE, but those are words I am not comfortable with in general. 
Bear in mind, this is all subjective, everyone is different, these are just my personal preferences and things that I tend to back away from in stories.
6. Something I love to see in smut.
Checking in with the other, having fun with your partner, thinking of them over yourself first, making it an experience to be enjoyed together, not just because its expected or you will be punished if you don’t (read above).  I love when they laugh together because its a shared experiences, a feeling of joy of being together.  Taking the time to build the layers of passion, the soft touches, the exploring each other. 
And to your point of I’ve read it all, yes, I will probably read everything, but its a question of what will I keep going back to and rereading after I’ve read it once.  And there have been stories where I ultimately put it down and stopped reading because elements made me so uncomfortable because of things from my own past that I just... couldn’t.
But this is a very tricky subject, as I said, its all subjective on what someone likes and doesn’t like and what appeals to them in a story.  What I like to read may be boring to others, and they may find other types of stories fascinating that I may nope out of. 
17. How are you procrastinating today?
I am answering random asks on Tumblr and reading fanfiction as opposed to focusing on what I need to do at the moment lol.
and on that note, I’m gonna go hide because this may be controversial lol.
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I'm very conflicted. I think 'Angel Eyes' might be my favourite overall musical number from HWGA, but the reason it's sung is SO stupid and awful. My MM anniversary is nearing and with it the hate I have for all the stupid things. But I'm also gonna go and watch HWGA at least once, probably twice, at my cinema too. Ugh. When will they make a third one to put everything right?!
Uh oh, @nilo2207 , you’ve inspired yet another rant. :D 
Oh ho, now this is a feeling I know well. I absolutely adore Angel Eyes. I agree, it’s easily one of the best musical numbers of the film. Putting the soundtrack on and completely ignoring the plot reasoning behind it? 👍🏻 👍🏻👍🏻Putting on the movie and ignoring the conversation lead up to it? 👍🏻👍🏻 👍🏻It’s brilliant. It’s when I can’t ignore the plot that the whole thing leaves a bitter after taste.
And it didn’t have to be so. You know, Tanya even says that’s how most of her marriages ended, so why could we just not have had it be from her point of view? Everything would have been the exact same except the very, very beginning where Tanya would have started the song, with Rosie would be the one chiming in. It would have accomplished the exact same thing. The only thing it wouldn’t accomplish? Making Bill an absolute ass and putting Rosie in a terrible relationship that she deserves so much more from. Well what about Tanya, you ask. Why is it okay for her to go through that? It’s not, absolutely not, but we know Tanya’s relationships have all been a mess. It’s been a running “joke” since the first movie. It’s not okay that that’s the type of relationships she’s had, she also deserves so much better, but at least with Tanya I’ve always got the feeling her marriages were relatively loveless on her part as well… ok, maybe that actually makes the song not the right fit for her any of her marriages … maybe for what happened between her and Pepper?
 Again, I am not saying Tanya would deserve that at all, but we never did see what happened with them, and I could very much see how that could have been how that situation ultimately ended if Tanya had given any of her heart to him. I think on some level Tanya would have always known it was never to be a lasting affair, and even though she might have given some of her heart, I don’t think she would have been madly in love with him. An ending would have been inevitable. Sad, but inevitable. (Bill and Rosie are are also very obviously not meant to be, granted, but it did NOT have to be for the reason we got, and after what the second movie did, I say it should have absolutely been on Rosie’s terms and realization of that. More on that below.)
And the thing is, it would have worked so much better in my opinion. We would have still got the great song, but not at the expense. Even if Tanya were to sing it, I would see it as more going through the motions, if that makes sense. Singing what she was supposed to feel, even if she didn’t fully feel it. Or heck, I take it back, it could have been about all three of her husbands, done in a completely sarcastic, over dramatic “this is what I was supposed to feel when it happened” way,but without her actually meaning it it? I could absolutely see Christine delivering it in such a style, and absolutely slaying it. That way we would also be allowed to hate the man, or men, it was sung about. I don’t think that song is supposed to be about a character we are also supposed to love and root for? 
I certainly don’t view it as a song to use when you’re supposed to want the couple it’s about to get back together. I think of when Ol Parker said “This was a happy moment for everyone.” on the commentary when Bill and Rosie kissed and I am always so flabbergasted by that. I hated Rosie and Bill getting together in the first movie because I never agreed with making Rosie desperately chase Bill around when he obviously wasn’t interested. This movie took that feeling and multiplied it by a vast amount and I hate it. Having Rosie in love with Bill the moment she saw him, when he couldn’t care less and was pursuing another woman even back then? Bad. Having her state she wanted to marry him, have his babies and push him around in a wheelchair. Gross. Making Bill the reason she drowned her feelings in food? Uggg. Making her apparently pine for him all those years? So unnecessary! Knowing their fate after all that was for their relationship to have been terrible and rocky (according to Judy Craymer) and you have to wonder, when Rosie sings Bill “always used to look at me that way” how that was ever true, and to me it makes it seem even more one sided on Rosie’s part because we certainly never saw that.  Then to make Bill the absolute worst and cheat on Rosie with a younger woman? After all that?  Frankly, yes, at that point Angel Eyes is a fitting song about Bill, and that’s not a good thing.  Rosie deserves so much better. How do you not cheer when she finally stands up to him? But then to have her kiss him two minutes later because he cried over Donna, their dear close friend? Who, as this movie made a point in showing,he obviously always cared more about than Rosie? He doesn’t cry over losing Rosie, he cries because he misses Donna, a feeling Rosie felt all too much. That would have been a good time for them to start a better friendship, sure, yes, please let Bill and Rosie be really good friends, but back to a romantic relationship? Nope. This film just set Rosie up for an Angel Eyes (Reprise) moment. It’s just so bad. I am sorry I managed to rant yet again, but the reasoning behind this song is just a part of a sum of things I hate that they did in this film, and as you said, with all the love I have for the movies, there’s also a lot of hate for the stupid things as well…
So uh… long story short, all of the original characters deserve a whole lot better than what this movie gave them, and a third movie has to come out with someone who actually understands why everything that happened to all of said characters is bad… and they should stop making us bitter about otherwise absolutely brilliant songs while they are at it.
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Don't wanna do it.
I'm starting to feel good, notice a difference all over BUT this is just the beginning, and if I break it now and fall out of my schedule, I may put it off again and again and again. And fall back to where I was, feeling horrible. It's still a little hard for me to move, and I do want to sleep all the time. I am just starting to build up an appetite, whereas before I was not hungry and I had to force myself to eat food.
So yeah I put it off I had a couple things to do and I slept in of course, so I just put off my workout and I'm about to do it now I'm having my pre-workout waiting for the bus it's only about 30 minute workout. So I'm about to get it in now . week 2 day 4 . LEGS - HIIT. UGGG leg day is the worst! Two days off after this yeah, so I got to work for those two days off I guess. Don't want to go back to being a crazy freak.
Didn't want to do it at all but this pre-workout is helping so much
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The best you've had, huh Xave? Any of the following.. I'm interested.. About You 8, 22 (me instead of a follower), 45 Relationships 8, Porn & Sex Ind 26, 27, 30. Sex 6 (humor me an say it again), 14, 30, 34, 38, 53, 82, 91, 102, 106. Fetish 5, 11, 30. This or that 8, 22, 25, 43, 55, 73, 87, 92. Thats all. No offense taken if you dont answer. Its fine. Was just thinkin of you the other day then saw this -M
Xave:  Shit.  didn’t realize you might read that.   uggggg.  You always did know how to make me blush.  It’s true though. I won’t take it back.  Riv says there’s millions of parallel universes… so maybe somewhere out there we ended up together.  I wouldn’t be surprised at all. If I’d found you first things could have ended up a lot different than they are now. I think we both know that.
Alright… mr. curious….. you asked…. so that’s what you’re getting
About You, 8 , 22, 45
 When was your last erection/arousal?
Xave:  Mine?  Uggg. Fuck, this morning. In the shower. No I didn’t do anything about it.  That just makes it worse.  It went away eventually. Daily life is finding ways to distract myself and constantly trying not to get turned on.  
   If someone you knew asked for a nude image, would you do it? What about a tumblr follower?
Xave:  specifically you?  My nature and desire say yes…. my wedding vows say no. Sorry love.
 Whats your favorite lingerie outfit?
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/431993789231669578/    something like that.   And no, that doesn’t count as a picture of me. :P  So…. are you into that kind of thing?  or just curious. ;)  cause i don’t think i remember stuff like that ever coming up when we were together.
Relationships 8- What do you look for in a hookup? 
Xave:  in the past?  cause that doesn’t happen any more.  But… since you asked, i’ll tell you what I notice- nice smile, no scary vibes, not completely filthy, or obviously a druggie…. that’s about it.  lol.  I’m a slut with low standards, what can I say?
Porn & Sex Ind 26, 27, 30.
Have you ever tried to recreate a scene?
Xave:  not really? I mean, you can’t help but pick things up here and there. But… There was this one guy I was with a few times that was OBSESSED with porn. He loved acting out the same scenes his favorite porn guys did.  Once or twice was fun, and a change of pace, but it didn’t take long for that to get really old. Like there was no connection there at all. It was kinda weird.
Have you ever used porn to show a partner what you like/want?
Xave:  oh yeah. it’s helpful for sure. Though no one’s ever made a porn vid, at least that I’ve found,  that can quite capture the elegance of making someone come completely undone over a long period of time…. but then… you never seemed to need instructions for that, did you. ;)
Have you considered getting into porn?
Xave: I’ve had experience in the industry. Mostly stills. I was young, underage, and no one cared and no one asked. I don’t have a problem with porn, and it might be fun if I hadn’t been burned in the past.  But I don’t think I could do it without some serious drugs or something to get me through the inevitable flashbacks.  So, no.
Sex 6 (humor me an say it again), 14, 30, 34, 38, 53, 82, 91, 102, 106.
Who was your best sex partner?
Xave:  say it again huh?  lol   Alright.  Mike Lamb is the Best fuck I’ve EVER had.  Happy?  
Do you like dirty talking?
Xave:  If it’s done right yeah for sure… sometimes it just awkward, and WAY too often it sounds cheesy and corny.  Then I get the giggles and ruin the moment.
Where is the strangest or wildest place you’ve had sex/oral?
Xave:  I’ll go with wildest… which I kinda answered for myself when I answered Wyn’s questions…. out in the middle of nowhere in the woods.    Strangest?  too personal to answer in public.  It’s a really bad memory. I might spill if we were having a private conversation.  I always trusted you with that stuff.
Whats your funniest sex experience?
Xave: Halloween, a long time ago. This guy I was screwing  thought it would be HILARIOUS to try to scare me… like during sex.   So we were going at it…. like full on,  he’s on top.  and he’d rigged stuff to fall on me.. like plastic spiders..and a rubber rat,  it was ridiculous. I just laughed. There’s scary shit out there, and plastic spiders and rubber rats don’t even register.   Anyway,  but then like, he’d rigged this scary mask to swoop out over me, after the spiders and stuff fell… but apparently, he’d forgotten about it.  And it didn’t come out when it was supposed to, it got stuck or something… so we like,  were JUST about there.  Like just about to hit climax.  He wasn’t very good anyway…. and this fucking mask, comes swinging over him out of nowhere, and lands right on my face.  He screamed, so high pitched, pulled out, freaking out in hysterics.   Then I got the giggles and he lost his erection. He was SO embarrassed. He wouldn’t answer my texts after that.   I still think it’s hilarious.
Have you ever faked an orgasm? Describe the experience(s).
Xave:  ugggggggg.  yeah. With my husband. He was trying SO hard, and he was completely miserable. This was before he knew he was ace. I faked it… and we were done. I just couldn’t bear to see his face if he knew he’d failed again.  
Which non-genital parts of your body do you like being touched or stimulated? \
Xave:  mmmm, fuck.  nipples. shoulder blades, the backs of my thighs, like that place right under your ass?  
Do you like cum or is it gross?
Xave: mmmm, depends on the pheromones. Some guys just taste gross. That’s all there is to it.  But…. some pheromones … when they match with  yours,  it’s SO good and you just want more.
Do you like to have your ass eaten?
Xave:  not ashamed to admit it.  absolutely yes.
Has anyone ever cum inside you on accident? How did you feel about that?
Xave: If it’s really an accident…. that’s one thing.  I’ve had shitty guys do it on purpose when I hadn’t consented. That fucking pissed me off. A lot.  I didn’t screw around with them ever again, unless I didn’t have a choice,  which has happened in the past.
Do you like to play with balls/have your balls played with? 
Xave:  it’s not really my thing..especially my own, unless, again and always, if it’s done just right. But if I know that’s something my partner really enjoys, I’m into making that a priority for him.
Fetish 5, 11, 30. 
Are there any fetishes you don’t have yet, but may be interested in?
Xave:  mmm, being tied up. No one’s really done that well for me.  Like, everyone that’s tried it has been a sadist, and I really hate sadists.  Not my thing at all.  But sensory deprivation and not being able to move, combined with edging,  that would be amazing.
Do you enjoy long, extended teasing/edging sessions?
Xave:  Fuck you Mike. LOL  you just want to hear me say it.  YES.  you KNOW I do.
Are you an exhibitionist?
Xave:  lol, guilty as charged.  In every sense of the word.  Except when it comes to talking about difficult stuff, then it’s just gotta be secure and private.
This or that 8, 22, 25, 43, 55, 73, 87, 92.
Rough Sex or Intimate Sex
Xave:  BOTH.  like really both. alternating, or at the same time,  in the same session. I love it.
Circumcised or Uncircumcised
Xave:  am i?  I’m cut.  But as for what I prefer?  doesn’t matter, either/or.
Ruined or Complete Orgasm
Xave:  with someone that can pull it off, and then keep going???  Ruined. 100%.  But who the hell knows how to pull that off with such perfection…. oh … I guess I know one guy. ;)
Dirty Talk or Loud Moaning
Xave: Both. Fuck.
Length or Girth
Xave:  Girth
Ball Licking or Rimming
Xave: rimming.
Doggy Style or Missionary
Xave: ugggg, they both have their place,  but if I had to choose just one for the rest of my life,  then, Missionary.
Slow or Fast
Xave:  Both.  but again… if I can only have one, forever, then slow.
Are you happy?  Now I’m horny.  do you KNOW how long 14 days is?
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