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shitpostingkats · 7 months

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Can you please please elaborate about the Lore chanel in the yugioh protag's discord?

I am imagining some truly spectacular things that Jaden has extremely casually mentioned and NEVER EXPLAINED

Jaden Yuki absolute KING of casually saying the most wild thing you've ever heard in your entire life ad then moving on like it's nothing. He drives all the younger protagonists crazy, while Yugi and Yusei have just accepted that he is Like This.

The kids pestered Yugi to add the Lore channel just so they have a place to collect all the weird messages he sends. (Occasionally others get immortalized in the Hall of Weird and most of the guys consider it a great honor. Yuma is the proud car carrier of Second Most Bonkers Guy In This GC by messages in the lore channel)

Some notable examples include:

Until Yuya joins there is a ongoing disagreement between Yubel and Jaden on how many dimensions there are. Jaden says its twelve because Eisenstien and Bastion say so and Yubel says its nine because they were in space when the whole split happened. When Yuya joins and tentatively divulges that he saved four dimensions, Jaden ruined a very emotional moment by yelling “I TOLD YOU THERE WERE TWELVE!! :D” Cue everyone shouting "TWELVE???" So now they keep a running list of possible dimensions and Jaden refuses to confirm or deny any of them

Jaden: Was standing next to Chazz at the bus stop n he opened his umbrella n honestly nearly had a heart attack I thought the vampires were back for a second Everyone: Hey Jaden :) what :) do you mean :) "back"??

Shark thinks its really funny to write notes to Yuma in the language of his first life as Nash. One time Yuma posted a picture to show everyone what he has to put up with and Jaden was like “It just says ‘have a nice day, idiot’.” (Nash’s empire was composed of many cultures and languages, Jaden can only barely read it, but his kingdom in his prior life was a few hundred years down the line folded into Nash’s empire and the writing system adopted basically unchanged.)

But it drives everyone insane because one time Yugi was talking about Atem and Jaden went "Psh. I could have been egyptian royalty if I wanted to."

Everyone: ????????!?!? Jaden: You guys know I'm a king, right? Everyone: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!????!

Yuma has his money on closeted immortal, while Yuya's banking on time traveler.

Sometimes the dark world will lose an imprisoned monster and he’ll slide into everyones dms like - Hey - If you see a two story tall sarcophagus man - Chains on the wrists and ankles - Responds to “Exodia the forbidden one” - Lmk

This:

#also yeah thats Jadens screename #he had to get Yusei to mod it for him #yugioh gc au #yugioh #yugioh gx #ygo #yu gi oh #jaden yuki #yuki judai #judai yuki #asks #answered asks #the other yu guys get immortalized in the lore channel too #Yuma infamously with 'my grandma says I can't fly the spaceship until I get my driver license :('

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xoxoskai · 6 months

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Before anything else, I want to make it abundantly clear that these are all speculations.

I have taken whatever I could from the books and little hints and crumbs and come up with this theory and in no way does it reflect what will really be in the book.

Before I present my theory as to who the White Mask is, I want to cover who it isn't.

1. Vaughn Morozov

For everyone who doesn't know who Vaughn is, he's Kirill and Sasha's son and was, until recently, prime suspect #1 but Rina confirmed he will not be a part of Legacy of Gods so that essentially votes him out of this immediately.

2. Remington Astor

Before I started reading this series and had only heard of the White Mask, my first immediate guess went to the most unsuspecting person, Remi. Simply because no one would expect that from him and also because chances were that my man had more demons in his closet than he was letting on (like his Dad). However, he is not getting a book and the White Mask mystery is too good to not be revealed in a book which made me rule him out (sorrows and prayers, RemiAri you will always be famous)

3. Eli King

First of all, why would a 26 y/o participate in a passtime game of tag with college students? He's preparing to inherit an entire kingdom and I can't see him chasing people around for shits and giggles or for a more bloodthirsty reason. He simply does not have the time for it. Besides, even if he's not part of the Elites, he's dedicated to the entire united front that the Kings love to showcase which he won't betray just to satisfy his bloodlust (he might have other methods for it that does not require him to join the Heathens).

Which brings me to my prime suspect,

Ava Nash

Over the course of the first three books (Legacy of; Malice, Pain and Wrath), there were a lot of things that were said about Ava or in connection to her that hinted on something far more than simply words tossed to the wind.

(I will be referencing all of them and going forward will refer to the White Mask as WM)

I think the first, most obvious conclusion most people made was that the White Masked Heathen could be a girl. While the four known Heathens are all described as tall and muscular, it was specifically mentioned that WM was leaner.

(God of Wrath, Chapter 1, pg. 10)

Comes and goes as they please.

(God of Malice, Chapter 19, pg. 1)

Cherry could seduce the guards but not WM.

(God of Malice, Chapter 38, pg. 13)

Choice of weapon: Chains.

I always found this the most interesting because Killian, Jeremy and Nikolai rely on their strengths to wield their weapons whether it's a bat or a golf club or bare fists. It takes a considerable amount of power to swing those and inflict enough damage and pain.

But chains are easier to maneuver if you do not possess the actual strength to physically overpower your opponent. They can be swung at someone, used to disarm them or trip people or effectively cut air supply without exerting too much energy.

(God of Wrath, Chapter 1, pg. 9; God of Malice, Chapter 16, pg. 2)

Yes, I hear you. All of this is nice and good and obvious but where does Ava fit in?

Remember when Ava Nash took a shot for having done illegal things but not elaborating? There is so much more to her than what meets the eye.

Time and again, Ava has displayed tendencies that depict that violence does not bother that. That she finds it fun.

God of Malice, Chapter 7, pg. 2; God of Wrath, Chapter 4, pg. 8; God of Pain, Chapter 5, pg. 3; God of Wrath, Epilogue 2, pg. 1; God of Wrath, Chapter 25, pg. 2 God of Wrath, Chapter 25, pg. 2

Most Heathens: Jeremy, Killian and Nikolai partake in the brutal initiation to satiate their bloodlust of some sort. While Ava might not necessarily have the same level of thirst for violence as them, she is definitely a rule-breaker, loves treading the line between what is allowed and what isn't and has the most inside knowledge about the Heathens, something I will discuss in more detail soon.

If it's not obvious enough still,

Rina Kent does not like going with the obvious. She loves surprises and plot twists and I love getting surprised and having my mind blown.

Ava finds the entire concept of the initiation "fun" when mostly everyone outside of the Heathens has expressed distaste.

The reason I brought up WM's weapon of choice is because it was fascinating to me how Rina didn't go the conventional way of making Ava a pianist or a violinist which are usually what music majors in fiction pursue. She's a cellist. So, she probably has experience lugging her instrument to and from places. It speaks of considerable strength that she probably has carrying an instrument that weighs roughly 5-7 pounds around the campus daily, for years.

Every LoG book so far has been a Heathen X REU pairing.

Killian Carson X Glyndon King

Annika Volkov X Creighton King

Jeremy Volkov X Cecily Knight

Mia Sokolov X Landon King

Nikolai Sokolov X Brandon King

And lastly, Ava Nash X Eli King.

MORE STUFF SOON<3

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japeneselunchtimerush · 3 months

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Akashi for the ship tier list please, because i'm very predictable

I knew I could count on you to give me want I want(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ok Im not going to give a long explanation about each ship. But I totally am going to give an explanation about most of them.

Senpai♡♡♡: My top 1(they share a position) ships with Akashi, his first captain(and love) and his shadow. I could go on a rant about why they both make such good pairs but then this post would exceed 100,000 words. Ill just conclude by saying that they are top tier(literally)

SS+: MidoAka & TakaAka(they are a package deal) are absolutely adorable. I live both of them Individually but I prefer TakaAka along witb Mido(because MidoTakaAka is superior)

MibuAka: Ive already explained my thoughts on these two about a 100 times so ill just summarize. Both of them love each other so much it doesnt even matter whether its romantic or platonic. Reo just cares about Akashi so much and Akashi views Reo as someone so special to him its just a very good ship.

NashAka: Nash has a crush on Akashi. Enough said.

AoAka: Also have spoken about them quite a bit. Their friendship is so sweet and they have so much trust and faith in each other. They think so highly of eachother. Plus that dialogue in the kuroko's birthday ova was very cute.

KiAka: Very cute and fluffy pairing. Akashi saw Kise's potential from the beginning and encourage him to grow. Kise would definitely include akashi in a bunch of them and make him happy.

SS: This post is getting very long and I want to talk more about the other tiers so ill just include all of them here. All of these ships are very cute and Akashi would benefit a lot from these relationships. The friendships alone are great and the characters themselves are some of Akashi's greatest friends. Riko and Akashi would be a spectacular duo and im not elaborating any further.

I read one fic about these and I see the vision: I read a HanaAka fic(Beyond the waiting room and its sequel by sweet rosei) and I absolutely adored it. It does not only have the ship but it also talks about akashi's mental health, the selectivism about violence and Hanamiya's violence as well. Overall great fic 10/10 would recommend. Im definitely more open to this ship because of it.

OgiAka is a very special ship. I imagine that after the winter cup the GoM apologise to Ogiwara for the 111-11 match and afterwards Ogiwara asks akashi whether he likes basketball and this time Akashi says yes and I think it would be a very cute moment between the two.

Brothers: I know that AkaAka is a ship(pretty weird if you ask me) but I really cant see them as anything other than brothers. They love and care for each other more than anything. Bokushi was created to protect Oreshi and would do anything for him. One of my favorite things about them is thr character song "Return" when Akashi says " Now along with my other self" or something along those lines and its just so sweet that Oreshi is bringing his little brother with him on his healing journey.

Polyam: NijiHaiAka and MuraHimuAka that is all

Respect it but no thanks: Ive already explained my thoughts on AkaFuri before. All I will say is that I prefer their friendship more than their romantic relationship. Mostly because the fandom ruined it for me.

Soulbonded: Akashi and Kuroko's relationship cannot be justified with a word as simple as romance. Their bond is so deep it goes deeper than the mariana trench.

This still ended up being long as hell. Oh well

#akashi seijuro #mayuaka #nijiaka #midoaka #takaaka #midotakaaka #nashaka #aoaka #kiaka #hanaaka #ogiaka #oreshi #bokushi #akakuro #im not tagging akafuri

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dylanisdazed · 6 months

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I secretly think you are nash from Brandt's boys

Haha, that's an interesting theory. I'd love to hear you elaborate on that one. 😂

#dylanisdazed #dylie #askdylie #anon

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Can I ask you questions about Locorro?👀How do you think Spider and Lo'ak's first kiss went?

Yes you can, that's my full-time job now, apparently. Spent so long staring at this ask only to accept a drabble was needed. Dear God help us if we are doing drabbles now.

Please note: if you ask me for one, give me like a week or so to write it. Please I'm busy. And you run the risk of just getting headcanons back I can't promise anything. Also I have not edited this at all. But I hope it is what you were looking for. @boringgirl2 this is a drabble.

There are a lot of things Spider will do for Lo’ak. Apparently, pa’li herding isn’t one of them.

“It’s stupid,” Spider says, as if that ends the matter. He turns his attention back to his weaving, tightening a knot on the arm band he’s making for Tuk, but Lo’ak is not that easily deterred.

“If Kiri liked it, you wouldn’t think it’s stupid,” Lo’ak says. Kiri looks up from her own weaving at the sound of her name.

“Yes, I would,” Spider says, still not looking at Lo’ak. Kiri is, though, and her eyes are narrowed.

“No, you wouldn’t! Admit it, if Kiri thought it was cool, you’d think it was cool with her and do it!” Lo’ak says, frustrated.

“I think plenty of things Kiri likes are stupid. Like cloud gazing, or napping, or how she always has to eat the seeds of any fruit first and how she won’t let us look for herbs unless we ‘let Eywa guide us there.’”

“Stop listing things about me you find stupid,” Kiri scowls, leaning over and shoving Spider hard enough that he drops a bead. He gasps dramatically, retrieving and tossing the fallen bead at her.

“You do all of those things with her all the time,” Lo’ak points out. It’s true, Spider took a nap with Kiri in a meadow after cloud gazing just yesterday. He thinks they even stumbled on some herbs on the way back. Spider sighs, finally, finally, putting his weaving down and giving lo’ak his full attention. As soon as he has it, Lo’ak forgets why he wanted it in the first place. It’s easy to forget Spider is older when they’re running through the forest, teasing each other and pushing each other off of tree limbs. It’s harder when Spider looks right at him like this, and Lo’ak feels pinned in the spotlight of gaze, remembering there is careful intention behind everything he does.

“Fine. Nash is making me go back early today.”

Lo’ak blinks, and he knows his surprise is written all over his face. Kiri snorts. Spider doesn’t usually share much about the living at the base with his foster family, not when he’s with them. Only Kiri’s direct questions get answers. It’s only through tone and body language; whispered tidbits in the dark, that Lo’ak has developed any opinion of the McCosker’s themselves. To get this response means Lo’ak had caught him, not quite in a lie but in the avoidance of truth. It feels like a victory to get this concession, but a loss all the same to see Spider’s tiny frown.

“For what?” Lo’ak asks, because he can never keep his mouth shut. Kiri uses his shoulder to push herself to her feet and heads for the Hometree. Their clearing is just outside it, near enough to be easily accessible and far enough for private chatting. A popular weaving spot. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Spider, but Spider glances up to watch Kiri leave. Another win.

“I don’t know,” Spider says, eyes on Kiri’s retreating form.

Lo’ak frowns at him. He can’t imagine Spider not asking; he was there last when Norm asked Spider to help watch the links and Spider had questioned him on every aspect until Norm had gotten annoyed and told him to just leave. Spider had then thrown Lo’ak a grin, grabbed his mask and dragged Lo’ak outside.

“They want me to focus on school more,” Spider elaborates, Lo’ak’s silence apparently giving voice to his skepticism. School was what the humans all called giving Spider books and packets to complete, hoping that one day lightning might strike and he would discover and heretofore dormant love of sitting in a lab chair all day and exclaiming at tubes with Max.

“For how long?” Lo’ak asks. Spider shrugs.

“Forever, I guess.”

Forever would be how long it would take for Spider to enjoy petri dishes for more than the thirty seconds of joy Norm’s face brings on every time someone calls them penis dishes in front of him. Still, Lo’ak doesn’t give that much thought.

“Ditch then. Who’s going to stop you?” he asks. The solution is simple really, and Lo’ak would have thought Spider would know better by now. He’s not typically a strict rule follower like Neteyam. But, instead of thanking him for this insight and graciously joining Lo’ak in an afternoon of pa’li herding, Spider rolls his eyes and snorts loudly enough to be heard even over the rhythmic hissing of his mask. The action makes Lo’ak flinch.

“I have to listen to them, bro. Where else can I go?”

Lo’ak opens his mouth to say of course, Spider can come stay at the Hometree with them, but then he takes in the glass on Spider’s face, so familiar he’d almost forgotten. Spider gives him a smile, like he can read Lo’ak’s mind. He hears a twig snap behind him and whips around to see Kiri abandoning her trip back to them halfway through, skittering back towards the Hometree. He whirls back to see Spider in the same position, still watching him. Damnit, he thinks wildly.

“Why do you want me to come so bad?” Spider asks, and he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, like Lo’ak’s dad’s ikran waiting for a slice of meat. Lo’ak does not like feeling like meat.

“I always want you around, bro,” Lo’ak says, unfolding his legs to tap at Spider’s knee with his foot. Spider sways with the movement but does not break eye contact, eyebrows raised, so expressive, like Lo’ak has always hated his own for being. Fine then, if Spider doesn’t believe him.

He shifts his legs back under him and braces his palms on his knees, pushing himself forward into Spider’s personal space. Spider’s eyes barely have time to widen in surprise before Lo’ak is there, pressing his lips to the front of his mask. He falls back and waits for Spider’s brain to catch back up. He goes crosseyed looking at the space Lo’ak had just occupied.

“That is going to smudge,” Spider says, and Lo’ak is gratified to hear he sounds a little breathless.

“Well, don’t be a baby about it. Are you going to come help herd or not?” Lo’ak shoves Spider’s half finished armband into his pouch and rises to his feet. He knows he has won when Spider jumps up after him.

“Warn me next time!”

“Warn you?”

“Yes!” Spider nods. “No smudges.”

“Next time?” Lo’ak asks, and he tries to keep from grinning. Spider scowls at him, but his eyes are shining.

“Oh, shut up or I’ll scare the herd in the wrong direction.”

“You’re coming now?” Lo’ak’s face hurts, his smile is so wide. Spider aims a kick at his shins.

#i don't want to hear a single word about pa'li herding #keep it to urselves #jk obviously you all can say anything to me #my bad #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #locorro #kiri sully #kiri in this: aight imma head out #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)#melissa is spending valuable time writing fanfiction again

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lovesongbracket · 1 year

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Me and My Husband

Written By: Mitski

Artist: Mitski

Released: 2018

“Me and My Husband” is the seventh track of Mitski’s fifth studio album Be The Cowboy released in August 2018. Like earlier tracks on the album such as ‘Nobody’, ‘Me and My Husband’ explores the loneliness Mitski felt while writing the album, although this time she takes on the persona of a suburban housewife. As she explained to GQ: “If you’re a suburban mom surrounded by family with a nice life you still feel alone. On tour, I’m surrounded by people all the time but it’s lonely.” Despite the song’s upbeat tone the lyrics portray a housewife stubbornly sticking by her husband even though she may not be happy. Mitski claims the song isn’t personal and isn’t meant to be reflection of her views on marriage or settling down as she told The Outline: “I try to keep a sense of humor about all this stuff. I’m not married, I don’t have a husband, but I was just thinking about being a woman with a man in a long term relationship. I used a stereotype of the suburban, old-fashioned housewife to kind of accentuate my point.”

[Verse 1] I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute And then I'll be nothing forever And all of my memories And all of the things I have seen will be gone With my eyes, with my body, with me [Chorus] But me and my husband We are doing better It's always been just him and me Together So I bet all I have on that Furrowed brow And at least in this lifetime We're sticking together Me and my husband We're sticking together [Verse 2] And I'm the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved [Chorus] Me and my husband We are doing better It's always been just him and me Together So I bet all I have on that Furrowed brow And at least in this lifetime We're sticking together Me and my husband We're sticking together Me and my husband We are doing better

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Our House

Written By: Graham Nash

Artist: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Released: 1970

Cover included: The Head and the Heart, 2021

“Our House” is a song written by British singer-songwriter Graham Nash and recorded by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young on their album Déjà Vu. At the time Graham Nash & Joni Mitchell were dating and the time the two spent that particular day after purchasing a vase on Ventura Boulevard inspired this song. Nash has stated that he wrote this song in a hour. In October 2013, in an interview with Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air, Nash elaborated: “Well, it’s an ordinary moment. What happened is that Joni [Mitchell] and I – I don’t know whether you know anything about Los Angeles, but on Ventura Boulevard in the Valley, there’s a very famous deli called Art’s Deli. And we’d been to breakfast there. We’re going to get into Joan’s car, and we pass an antique store. And we’re looking in the window, and she saw a very beautiful vase that she wanted to buy … I persuaded her to buy this vase. It wasn’t very expensive, and we took it home. It was a very grey, kind of sleety, drizzly L.A. morning. And we got to the house in Laurel Canyon, and I said – got through the front door and I said, you know what? I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you put some flowers in that vase that you just bought? Well, she was in the garden getting flowers. That meant she was not at her piano, but I was … And an hour later ‘Our House’ was born, out of an incredibly ordinary moment that many, many people have experienced.”

[Verse 1] I'll light the fire You place the flowers in the vase That you bought today [Verse 2] Staring at the fire For hours and hours while I listen to you Play your love songs all night long For me, only for me [Verse 3] Come to me now And rest your head for just five minutes Everything is done [Verse 4] Such a cozy room The windows are illuminated by the evening Sunshine through them, fiery gems For you, only for you [Chorus] Our house is a very, very, very fine house With two cats in the yard Life used to be so hard Now everything is easy cause of you And our [Interlude] La-la, la-la-la la la… [Chorus] Our house is a very, very, very fine house (fine house) With two cats in the yard Life used to be so hard Now everything is easy cause of you And our [Verse 1] I'll light the fire While you place the flowers in the vase That you bought today

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#mitski #me and my husband #crosby stills nash and young #graham nash #our house #the head and the heart #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round1

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cutesharkstudios · 3 months

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Lumity Comfort CH. 4: I will be okay

(This chapter takes place two months after Watching and Dreaming but before the epilogue)

Luz tossed and turned in her sleep. She was having a vivid nightmare of Belos, who had risen from hell to kill her. In her nightmare, the bodies of her loved ones covered the feild, lifeless and limp. She heard Belos cackling, his laughter growing louder and louder and LOUDER AND-

Luz then shot up out of her sleep, panting like a marathon runner. Amity woke up right beside her, and quickly comforted her sweet potato. Luz then told her about her nightmare.

Luz: He then said something. He said "You cast me into the fiery pits, where all I will know for eternity is weeping and nashing of teeth. All because you didn't let me repent."

Amity: There is no way he would have repented for his crap. He tried to commit genocide.

Luz: You're right, you're right.

Amity: Luz?

Luz: Yeah?

Amity: You never explained how you beat Belos. You don't have to elaborate, but you may if you want to.

Luz: You'd probably think I was making stuff up.

Amity: After the events of the past few months, I'm willing to belive anything, especiallly from you.

After relaying what happened, Luz hugged Amity.

Amity: I'm just glad you're with me. So, you met the Titan. What was he like?

Luz: He was kind, funny, really inspiring. He reminds me of my dad. Hopefully they meet in Heaven, the Titan would love him.

Amity: I take it he meant a lot to you.

Luz: More than you know. And I'm glad you're here with me.

Amity: Luz?

Luz: Yeah?

Amity held out her hand.

Amity: I know my last oath was made out of pettyness and spite, and I didn't even plan to keep it for a day, but this one comes from a genuine place. I vow to be by your side for eternity, if you accept.

Luz: You sure? I know how sensitive that moment is for you.

Amity: That should tell you how much I mean it.

Luz held out her hand, as if to accept the deal, only to hug her girlfriend.

Luz: Your word is good enough. I won't hold you to a deal I know you will keep on your own terms.

Amity began to tear up. Comparing those two moments made her realize just how far she and Luz had come not just as a couple, but as people.

Luz: So, that whole "give up being a witch thing" wouldn't have lasted a day?

Amity: Even after the incidents.

Luz: Adds up, I know you wouldn't be so cruel.

Amity blushed

Now let's get some sleep, tommorow's friday.

(Morning)

Luz was at school, leaving Amity alone with Camilla. Camilla then asks Amity something that has been on her mind for a while.

Camilla: Hey Amity, I was wondering. Is Luz keeping something from me? I know it's nothing evil or wrong on her part, I know my daughter, but more like something that happened to her that she doesn't want me to worry about. If it's senisitive on either of y'alls part, I will drop the question right here and now. I just hope I don't do something that might ruin our relationship.

Amity: Well, Luz did open up to me about something, but I don't want to talk about it behind her back. I'm just glad she's okay, and that we don't have to worry about the future at the moment.

Camilla: Amity….

Amity: Yes?

Camilla: (inhales) I know about Luz dying.

Amity: WHAT?!

Camilla: Si, I knew from the floating lights that she had passed on. But I also saw during the fight with Belos that she, somehow, was brought back.

Amity: Well, then why ask? Why didn't you say somehing?

Camilla: Because I wanted you both to tell me on your own terms. I didn't know how sensitive that topic was for you, so I kept my mouth closed on the matter.

Amity: I see. Well, thank you for having faith in us, but I think maybe Luz should be in on this as well. If she was afraid it would scare me, God only knows how she thought it would affect you.

Camilla: She should be coming home soon, so I'll ask her when she gets back.

Amity: Would you like me to give you two some space?

Camilla: That would be for the best. Thank you.

Amity went for a walk. By the time she would get back, Luz would probably be done with her conversation with Camilla.

And surely those two would be okay after this, right?

#luz noceda #the owl house #toh #amity blight #lumity #luz x amity #camilla noceda #disney #disney channel

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lesbianator3000 · 1 year

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okay, here’s something that has always bugged me:

It’s unrealistic for Grayson to have gotten over Emily enough in the first two books to date Avery. People here have… dealt with death, right? At the start of TIG, it’s been just over 1 year since Emily died, the boys became social pariahs, and family relationships became heavily strained. On top of that, it’s been merely ~1 month since their beloved grandfather passed.

Those wounds are still fresh. Deaths of the people you love already cling to you as they are, but now imagine you blame yourself for some said death?

There’s a quote in the first book where Nash tells Avery that you need to excise a wound before it can heal. In Grayson’s case: how can you excise a wound that you refuse to allow yourself to admit even exists? Grayson’s whole character shtick that people love is that he’s never saying what he feels out loud (see tags). Truth be told, outside of fiction, that shit is NOT conducive to a healthy life/relationships.

I’ll try to keep this short, so I won’t elaborate too much on why I think Jameson fared better. It comes down to the fact that he grieved the context and blamed Emily and the situation more than himself, and he also released his emotions verbally/physically (even if in unhealthy manners), showing that he recognized how this event affected him.

Also, please note that, while people thought this was cute and made them soulmates, Avery being able to read Grayson’s emotions based upon his body language isn’t communication. It isn’t Grayson dealing with his emotions either; it’s merely Avery interpreting them. Only one of them is acknowledging their existence— and it isn’t the right person. On the other hand, Jameson and Avery made a code word to increase communication to overcome that vulnerability obstacle— *that’s* what builds healthy love.

Tldr; Death takes a long time to get over. You need to explore your emotions. Communicate = cope better. Don’t communicate = uh oh.

edit: you can tell I wrote this after not sleeping for days bc I put exercise instead of excise whoopsies it’s fixed now

#dont get me wrong I LOVE a story with an emotionally constipated love interest #but let’s not sit here and pretend that that makes for a stable or realistic relationship irl #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #jennifer lynn barnes

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kitkatpancakestack · 2 years

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In which Eddie becomes famous. Sort of.

Consider this chapter a Tumblr exclusive bc ao3 keeps glitching on my pc when I try to upload BUT feel free to Read the rest of the interior designer!Eddie series on ao3!

XXIII

Evan Buckley— "I go by Buck, actually, please," — drops down to a stool in the loft of the fire station and grins up at the camera. “This is my jacket,” he says, pointing to the cover. The camera zooms in on the magazine, and then back to Buck’s face. “Do you know how many times Eddie has seen that in my closet and given me shit for it? Like a hundred times—oh, wait a minute, are we allowed to swear on this thing? You’ll just cut it out? Sweet. Okay. But, yeah, he always says it looks like a massive bird pooped on it . I totally thought I was losing my mind because I couldn't find the thing. Now I know why." He scratches his chin, a sheepish look crossing his face. "Sorry, um, what was the question again?”

Behind the camera, Julie Binet—one of the editors for Amateur Design magazine—clears her throat. “We asked you how long you’ve known Eddie Diaz.”

“Oh.” He laughs, scratching the back of his neck. “Going on six years now.”

“What three words would you use to describe him?”

Buck’s eyes catch on something behind the camera and a mischievous grin curls his lips. “Stinky, lazy, and uninspiring.”

A muffled voice in the background says, “Fuck off.”

“Eddie. We’re on camera. The children.”

The camera spins and stops on Eddie where he's lounging on an arm chair, wearing an identical uniform to Buck. A TV plays HGTV in the background. Eddie pointedly looks down at the phone in his hands.

“Anyway,” Buck says, when the camera focuses back on him. “Seeing as this jacket is selling this issue of Amateur Design, I think I should have half the profits. Actually, consider me the recipient of sixty percent of anything Eddie makes off his neurotic design hobby in the future.”

“Neurotic?” Julie asks. The sound of a pencil scratching over paper fills the silence. “Can you elaborate?”

“Oh, yeah, Eddie’s just particular, that’s all.”

“Buck,” Eddie voices, sounding pained.

"You're smouldering on this thing."

Boots thud against the hard floor, and then Eddie appears and plucks the magazine out of Buck's hands. "I do not smoulder."

"Tell that to the magazine."

Eddie's eye twitches and he opens his mouth to say something, peeks at the camera, and just storms off instead.

“I’m his best friend,” Buck explains, looking pleased with himself.

A paper ball soars into the frame and nails Buck in the back of the head.

“Uh, I wasn’t aware this was an in-house interview.”

“All in the release we had your chief sign,” Julie states, and a file of papers appears. Robert Nash— "Bobby, please, Robert makes me sound a hundred years old," — grabs the file with a suspicious look in his eye and flickers briefly through it before nodding once.

“Okay,” he says. “What is this for again?”

“Amateur Design.”

“I’m not familiar with this show.”

“It’s not a show, sir, it’s a magazine.”

“A magazine?” Bobby’s frown deepens. “About design? And you’re interviewing Eddie?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m . . . confused. Do you have a copy of this magazine?”

“Right here, Cap!” Buck waltzes in out of nowhere, plopping the magazine in Bobby’s hands. “Get a load of this guy, eh?”

Bobby looks at the cover, and then up at the camera. “Is this supposed to be Eddie?”

“He’s wearing my jacket!” Buck huffs. “I made him famous.”

“Huh.” Bobby’s face scrunches up. “I thought you gave that jacket away. It hurts my eyes.”

“I wore it one time . . .” Buck mutters, walking away from the camera.

Bobby continues analyzing the magazine cover, and then his head snaps up and he beckons somebody over. “Eddie? Just a second, please.”

Eddie slouches into view. “Yeah, Cap?”

Bobby turns the magazine around. “What’s this? You never said anything.”

“I’m pretty sure Buck did at some point.”

“Buck says a lot of things. I tune most of it out. You, however. That I would have remembered.”

“. . . Sorry?”

Bobby tuts his tongue, eyes twinkling. “It’s decided then. This is going up on the station fridge.”

Eddie stares up at the camera, looking scandalized.

The camera pans out from a close-up of the magazine cover tacked to the station fridge, and then Chimney’s face— "The meaning behind the nickname? Come on, now, that’s a second date story, sorry," —comes into view. He has an energy bar in each hand.

“This is fantastic,” he sighs, peeling the wrapper off one after sticking the other in his pocket. “Best thing that’s happened all year.”

“You said Eddie redesigned this firehouse?” Julie asks.

Chimney nods, thinking as he chews. “Oh, yeah. Well, I mean, we all thought it was Bobby who did it, because—I mean, it’s Eddie, you know? I love the guy, but you have to understand, the other day he had his laptop open to the Old Navy website and just . . . a dozen henleys in his cart, three of which were the same color." He stares sorrowfully at his half-eaten energy bar. "Chris always looks so sharp, d'you think he uses all his style juice for the day on his kid?"

The camera turns to Julie, who blinks in an effort to process his words. "I'm not sure."

Chimney considers the thought for a moment more before shrugging and biting into the bar. "Well, anyway. It’s always the ones you least expect, you know?”

“It’s a good look. Other fire stations have tried to copy it.”

Chimney chokes on his energy bar. “What? You’re serious?”

“There’s a station in Chicago who posted a picture on Twitter. They tagged Eddie in the design.”

“No shit—oh, shit, can I swear on this thing? You'll just cut it out? Awesome. Wow. I don’t really go on social media. Neither does Eddie, now that I think about it. His last post was like three years ago. Oh, my God.” Chimney cranes his neck, waving his second energy bar in the air. “Hey, Eddie! When’s the last time you logged on to Twitter?”

The camera pans over to Eddie walking up the steps. He turns around and walks back down.

"Wait, I thought this was about interior design. What does anybody care how many henleys I buy?"

The camera shifts over Eddie's shoulder and zooms in on the wide-eyed look on Chimney's face.

"Is this some kind of fashion magazine? I'm not—I thought you were called Amateur Design."

Chimney backs slowly toward the fire pole.

"Also, just for the record, there isn't anything wrong with henleys. My dad always said it was good to find a piece of clothing and stick with it. He had a bin full of polos."

Chimney snorts so hard he trips over his feet and nearly slams into the pole.

“No, I didn’t know Eddie was a closet design fanatic. And yet I’m not surprised. It’s a healthy hobby, though. Nothing wrong with it.”

Henrietta Wilson— "Call me Hen. If you say Henrietta I’ll think it’s my mother and hide," —taps a pen against the page of some sort of medical textbook. Behind her, Bobby smiles proudly at the magazine cover on the fridge before reaching inside for a carton of eggs.

“Is this really a big thing?” The camera focuses on Hen’s face. “Like, is Eddie leaving to design rooms for the President or something?”

“It could be a gateway to something much more,” Julie explains. “Some of our spotlighted amateur designers go on to have illustrious careers. One of them is the personal consultant for Oprah.”

“Oprah.” Hen whistles, shaking her head. “Karen is going to love this.”

A loud crash is heard in the background, followed by an undignified squawk. The camera follows Hen as she stands to track the noise down the stairs, where Eddie is hunched over laughing with his hands on his knees and Buck is on the ground with an upturned bucket of soap and water soaking through his uniform.

“Yeah,” Hen remarks dryly. “That guy. Working for Oprah. I can see it now.”

Eddie helps Buck to his feet and then shoves a dirty sponge in his face.

Hen gives the camera a flat look.

“Thank you again for sitting down with us in your house Eddie.”

“Of course,” Eddie says, rubbing his palms against the denim over his thighs. His eyes widen suddenly and he makes a move to stand. “Do you guys, uh, do you need anything? Water, tea, coffee—well, actually, Buck drank the rest of my coffee, but I think I have—”

“We’re quite alright, Eddie,” Julie cuts him off, and he sinks back into the couch, shoulders pensive. “Thank you.”

“Sure.”

“As our newest featured amateur designer, I just wanted to ask you some questions about your inspirations, how you got into design, the basic stuff. You ready?”

Eddie nods with a face that looks the opposite of ready. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess. Yes. I’m ready.”

“Great.” The camera widens to show Julie seated on the opposite end of the couch, angled toward Eddie, notebook in her lap. “Have you always enjoyed interior design?”

“Um, uh. Well. I guess? I mean, I didn’t really do much with it when I was younger, but I guess I always noticed. The design work and stuff, I mean. Yeah. I guess you could say I’ve always been aware of it.”

“You spend your days and nights as a firefighter, but have you ever considered doing design full time?”

Eddie laughs. “Oh, my—no, it’s never crossed my mind. I love what I do. Interior design has always been more of a stress relief thing.”

“Well, your ‘stress relief thing’ has garnered you a lot of attention.”

He laughs again, a little more nervously.

Julie shifts on the couch, a hawkish smile on her face. “Now, I’ll be hunted down if I don’t ask for our readers, but the people want to know: are you single?”

Eddie’s face reddens. “Um.”

“Just between us, Mr. Diaz.”

The camera shifts over and zooms in on a picture sitting on a table beside the couch, of Buck and Eddie and Christopher smiling together at the beach, as Eddie says, “No, I’m . . . I’m not really seeing anybody at the moment, I guess.”

“The people will be relieved,” Julie smirks, but notes his discomfort and smoothly glides to the next question. “What would you say your biggest inspiration is?”

Eddie’s eyes flit about the space. “Uh, I don’t think . . . I mean . . .”

The door opens, cutting off his sentence, and the camera follows Eddie’s gaze as Buck and Christopher walk through the door. Buck blinks at everybody gathered in the living room. Christopher grins a toothy smile.

“Awesome,” he breathes, as Buck says, “What?”

“Dude.” Eddie vaults off the couch. He corrals Buck in the hall, away from the crew. “I told you I had this stupid thing today. Weren’t you going to the zoo?”

“Zoo’s closed,” Buck answers, sneaking a peak at the interview crew over Eddie’s shoulder. “Something happened to one of the elephants. Some kid saw and totally freaked. There’s a lawsuit pending.”

“So you came back here?”

“Yeah, man, what’s the big deal? I’ll go to Christopher’s room. We’ll be quiet.”

Eddie drags a hand down his face, sighing heavily. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry. This is stressful.”

Buck smiles, something soft and fond and amusing all at the same time. He rubs a hand down Eddie’s arm. “I know. Tough being in the spotlight, huh?”

“Screw you.”

“Mmhm.” He nudges his shoulder and follows Christopher down the hall. “Well be in the room. Definitely not listening to everything you say.”

Eddie groans and waits for the door to click shut before sitting back down on the couch. “Sorry. Where were we?”

“Biggest inspiration,” Julie repeats.

“Right,” Eddie says, and fumbles his way through an explanation. Something scuffs against the floor, and the camera switches to the nearest doorway where Buck is propped. He puts a finger to his lips when he sees the camera, eyes falling back on Eddie as he listens. He’s smiling.

After Eddie's interview, Julie talks quietly with the crew as everybody packs up. Eddie disappears down the hall with a mumbled excuse. Buck materializes by the camera and scoots closer. “I have my own copy of the magazine,” he whispers conspiratorially. “I’m going to keep it on my nightstand until the day I die.” And then, cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouts, “Hey, Eddie, will you sign a copy of the magazine for me?”

Something clatters in another room, followed by a muffled slew of words.

Buck turns back to the camera and grins.

Buck's first interview at the station got cut off by a call, so he lets the crew in his apartment to wrap it up.

“Oh, yeah, he signed it alright,” Buck says, a far off look in his eyes. After an awkward period of silence, he jerks to attention, looking embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t—what? What is that look for? Is there something on my face?” He pats at his cheeks just as the door to his apartment opens and Eddie walks in, Christopher behind him.

“Oh, Jesus." Eddie ducks behind the bag of groceries in his arms. “Seriously? You could have warned me, man.”

Christopher gasps. “Am I going to be on TV?”

Buck scoffs, hopping up from the couch. The camera follows him as he walks toward the kitchen. “Sorry, buddy, it’s just for a magazine. Your dad isn’t that cool.”

“Wow. Ouch.”

Buck cackles, absorbing himself into the world of his two guests, seemingly forgetting that the camera crew is present. The camera pans over to the magazine forgotten on the couch, zooming in on the words scrawled across the inside flap in sharpie:

Thanks for always being my biggest inspiration.

—Eddie

#kitkat writes #interior designer!eddie #dont ask how long it took me to make that amateurish magazine cover the answer will be embarrassing for me #i had way too much fun with this it got away from me for sure

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