sadly adding Mr Loverman to my Riku Association Playlist. kh3 riku removing himself from the situation to try to let Sokai have their """happy ending""" u make me so sad

SOBBING CRYING ETC

BEV I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND I AM SO INCREDIBLY SAD 😭😭😭

rip i haven’t been super active lately for various irl reasons (sickness now sorted, uni work ongoing, relationship stuff complicated in a Good Way) dunno when i’ll be putting stuff up on the reg but i do like posting about my OCs and stuff i just have other stuff to do that is a wee bit more of a priority rn haha

but yes thank u for those who have stuck around i like being here i like u guys :))

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The me who decides not to buy a special little beverage at the grocery store and the me who gets home from the grocery store have wildly different values

Who does pinot grigio taste like if pale ale was a wine.

The Dana Scully Drinking Game (Unofficial 30th Anniversary Edition) 🥃🍷🍸🍹🥂🍻🧉

🥃 - Scully does an autopsy - Scully wears glasses (inc. sunglasses) - Scully writes a report - Scully wears a long overcoat - Scully badges someone - Scully has an umbrella - Scully gets a haircut - Scully cracks wise - Scully eyebrows Mulder - Scully has a bevvy (extra sip if it's alcoholic) - "I'm fine." (or similar) - "Mulder, it's me." - Scene from blooper reels

🍷🍷 - Scully wears flats - Scully sits at the desk in the basement office - Scully asks Mulder where he's going/what he's going to do - Scully with member(s) of Family Scully - Scully's apartment - Scully gets jealous - Scully is flirty today - Scully gazes at Mulder (+ vice versa) - "Mulder, are you suggesting that…"(or similar) - "I'm a medical doctor." (or similar) - Scully gets called into Skinner's office - Scully doesn't wear a mask when she really should - Mulder = "Scully, it's me." - Gillian steps onto her Gilly Box

🍺🍺🍺 - Scully laughs - Scully wears civvies - Scully has a day off - Scully gets to drive (extra sip if Mulder is in the car) - Scully does science (not forensics) - Scully connects with a kid - Scully rescues Mulder - Scully breaks FBI rules - Mulder = "SCCUUUULLLAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!" - Scully kicks ass (physically or verbally) - Scully has a long, rambling, pompous monologue - Anything to do with Scully's crucifix necklace - Someone thinks Mulder and Scully are a couple - Mulder and Scully hold hands 🍸🍸🍸🍸 - Scully has a crush (not Mulder) - Scully has a flashback - Scully wears silk pjs - Scully witnesses phenomena - Scully hangs up on Mulder - Scully loses her shit - Scully loses/regains job - Scllly loses a family member - Scully goes to therapy - Mulder and Scully hug - Mulder first-names Scully - Mulder and Scully are split up

🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹 - Scully is right about the case - Scully gets a tattoo - Scully gets laid (xထ if it's w/ Mulder) - Scully is abducted - Scully has a bath - Scully eats a cricket (sort of) - Scully only had half of a cream cheese bagel for breakfast (and it wasn't even real cream cheese, it was light cream cheese) - Scully ditches Mulder - Scully kisses Mulder (not on the lips) - Mulder kisses Scully (not on the lips)

🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🍾🥂🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾🥂🍾🍾 - Mulder and Scully kiss for fucking real!!!!!

N.B: Drink responsibly. Can be played without alcohol: just replace with popcorn, chips, chocolate, candy etc.

Todays rip: 23/04/2024

How 2 Do Anything

Season 3 Featured on: STRINGS OF FATE ~ SiIvaGunner: King for a Day Tournament Original Soundtrack

Ripped by Scribble1k Vocals by eva twin

(Also check out the Remastered Version!)

Requested by Corb! (Request Form)

In reading the request for me to cover How 2 Do Anything on here, I was made to realize something pretty big. For the 10-plus months that I've been running this blog, and for the amount of coverage I've dedicated to Season 4 Episode 1's King for Another Day tournament event, I've barely devoted any time to its Season 3 prequel on SiIvaGunner. I wrote about an excellent original piece made for it by dante and wolfman1405, FINAL DESTINATION, and I got to gush specifically about Anamanaguchi with Give Me The Fantasy...but I've hardly even touched on the tournament itself. I'm here today with How 2 Do Anything, and its remastered version, to try and resolve that issue - to celebrate the very first SiIvaGunner one-day king, and in some ways, a turning point for the entire channel.

So, first of all - the King for a Day Tournament. Halfway through Season 3, the SiIvaGunner channel was suddenly prevented from uploading videos for a week's time, but were still able to make community posts and tweets. The team was given the perfect opportunity for a channel shake-up, an opportunity to rethink what SiIvaGunner could be, and began thinking of ways to have the channel engage more directly with its viewers. Sure enough, that eventually landed on the idea of a "tournament arc", an event wherein viewers would both submit ideas for contestants to be featured, but then vote between the qualified few to crown a champion - with said champion then getting the reigns of the channel for an entire day of rips. Takeovers had become a regular occurrence on the channel ever since Season 2, be it the Inspector Gadget takeover with Become as Gadget, or the Santana and Rob Thomas takeover with Haltmanna feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20 - each of these, as you can tell, brought with them a bevvy of rips tied to the character hosting the channel, and have in some cases become legends on the channel in retrospect. Thus, each submission to the tournament was of a character who represented a specific kind of rips, a "source list" as it's now since been called - and the voting came down to which kind of rip the viewers would most want to see on the channel for a day's time.

Truth be told, I wish I had been more involved with the fanbase at the time of KFAD1's unfurling, I can only imagine how exciting the discussions must've been during the unveiling and lead-up on Discord and Twitter. Yet as a big lorehead, a big part of the appeal of the original King for a Day tournament for me was specifically the characters each contestant was represented through. Season 3 was right when the Christmas Comeback Crisis (the channel's main storyline) had begun slowing down, with a lot of the lore additions made being supplemental rather than advancing the core story forward. Even though King for a Day wasn't connected to this main story, it was nevertheless a sudden explosion of character - and characters! - added to the channel, a good amount of which would continue to be relevant outside of the tournament's confines. Like, this was the debut of Ajit Pai on the channel, who basically had his own little narrative spun across his first appearance, A New Threat and Totally Shaaking Out Right Now - this was the debut of Geno, the tragic fallen star of DEARLY BELOVED... who we'd later catch back up with in the Season 6 DoomFes event - this was where we got JOHN NOTWOODMAN as the event's host who I rambled on about in Vote Responsibly!!....and it was, of course, the debut of everyone's favorite, Unregistered Hypercam 2.

Even though I was disconnected from most fan discussion at the time, I'm certain I wasn't alone in having Unregistered Hypercam 2 as my favorite of the tournament right from his unveiling. A source list consisting of every anthem of the old internet - Paralyzer, Dreamscape, Bodies - all wrapped up in a completely original character design, the most Little Guy thing you'd ever seen? Frankly, I was sold right away - and with each example rip made under his name, it seemed we'd only be made more sure of our choice. Throughout his run, and after his victory, it was as if How 2 Do Anything became the little guy's anthem - a modern, reimagined take on the theme that taught us all so many things across the early internet's scuffed YouTube tutorials.

I've covered some rips by Scribble1k on here before, notably the fantastic Guilty Eyes Creeper mashup, but King for a Day and its sequel gave rippers the unique opportunity to shine through full-on professional-grade rearrangements. I've always been partial to the themes that Hypercam brought with him to the channel, you may recall I've covered Paralyzer specifically twice already with YACKER TOILET and Remember when this song was the one related to toilets?, but I'm just as attached if not MORESO to the legendary Dreamscape theme that How 2 Do Anything is arranging. Just the three opening piano chords alone strike such a raw nostalgic nerve: its instrumentation is as far removed from Dreamscape as you could come, yet there's no other song that sounds quite like that, it introduces the theme as an old memory to be recalled through Hypercam's presence - an age of the internet lost to time, brought back all these years later after being buried away for so long. The arrangement itself goes in swinging soon after that, a main melody carried through a heavy electronic, almost dubstep-esque vibe - yet it never wholly loses that sort of melancholic tone set up by the introductory piano. The noise and distortion of the arrangement conveys almost a sense of the Dreamscape theme being at battle with the rest of the internet's noise, almost akin to Your Worst Nightmario, yet its a battle that turns into an incredibly sick listening experience, a balance of light and dark.

It's all topped off with a full-circle piano ending, and a small vocal signoff from guest contributor eva twin, whisking the theme away with a proud reaffirmation - "You can do anything...". And sure enough - the little guy did it!! Through a tough bracket and a close final dual with Splatoon's Off the Hook (hence, OtH Was Robbed), Unregistered Hypercam 2 wound up becoming the tournament's champion - and, in the process, has become an outright mainstay character on the channel. He got to have his Windows Movie Maker-core, day-long takeover, filled rips like Never Gonna Give Up Mahjong, and got to appear as the host of the King for Another Day Tournament, playing a vital role in its storyline and surprise final boss with NIGHTMARESCAPE 〜Unrestrained HyperCam 2〜 (Final Boss Phase 2). He's a core SiIvaGunner cast member, and all of this started with just an idea, a figment of the imagination cast into SiIvaGunner's email address for a silly tournament arc. One that was so successful and beloved by the fanbase, that it shaped the entirety of Season 4's two episodes - and in turn shaped much of Season 5 and Season 6 to boot.

This one little guy helped change SiIvaGunner forever, and in turn helped bring in a wave of incredible original arrangements just like How 2 Do Anything in the years to follow. The King for a Day Tournament may well have been overshadowed by its vastly bigger follow-up, but it has paved the way for everything that has kept SiIvaGunner so engrossing to follow in the years since - a shot in the arm at just the right time, and an incredible gateway for SiIvaGunner's team to flex just how talented they've always been.

Hey Gina! I don’t exactly know how to talk about this so i apologise if it’s worded weird, but I wanted to talk about polari! :) Also want to quickly preface by saying A.) I am a part of the LGBTQ+ community, B.) while I’m not English, I am Scottish (Glasgow) and we use some of the same slang as (specifically Northern) England & C.) I have a lot of hetero English friends who know absolutely nothing about polari.

(Quickly before I start as u/ppl may find this annoying; I’ve said Scottish separately as a lot of Scottish ppl, myself included, don’t like being referred to as English/British as majority of us are currently wanting & trying to gain independence from the U.K. lol & I included British instead of just Scotland/England as I’m not sure if it’s used anywhere else in great britian/the UK - please say if it is! :D )

I’m not sure if you’ve seen this too but I see quite a lot of people saying that Louis solely knowing/using polari speech is proof/semi-proof of him being queer or knowing queer history - I have to completely disagree with this.

Polari is used very commonly (some examples I can think of off the top of my head are bevvy, lallies and naff as I use them quite a lot.) in day-to-day conversation in scotland/england (as I mentioned, I have hetero english friends and they use polari ALL THE TIME, like they use only refer to a alcohol/drinks as bevvy, and have no absolutely no idea that it IS in fact polari..). People use it without even knowing what it is, especially those who are lower/working class and/or neds/chavs (which Louis seems to use as? Or want to be perceived as?) and are more likely to use slang. I guarantee you that if you were to go down to England (especially the north) and asked what bevvy meant, they’d almost 100% be able to tell you what means - but they won’t know the origins of the word, they’d just think it’s slang (they probably wouldn’t even know it’s used in Scotland too LOL).

I’ve seen absolutely no other scottish/english/british person talk about this so I feel like majority of the people speaking about polari are Americans (not all & not only, of course, but I feel like they majority of larries are American? Haha) who don’t actually use it or understand it’s use in modern day England/Scotland/U.K. and that’s why they’re saying that he must be queer to use it because they think that it’s not used anymore when it actually is! :)

I’m so sorry if this is a complete jumble of words, I’m absolutely horrible at writing my thoughts down hahah! I pray you understand what I’m trying to say. I hope this isn’t coming across as rude or mean. I’m not meaning it that way at all. Also, this isn’t meant to be a dig at Americans/non-scottish/english/great British folk either, it’s completely normal that you wouldn’t know this! :)

Sorry again hahaha I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time and have been dying to get this off my chest !! + I haven’t used tumblr in years so if the layout/format(??) is weird, apologies for that too, I’m also on mobile :( Thank u (if u do) for reading my long ass ramble lol :D I just wanted to shed some light on this.

Hi, honey. I think assuming Louis’ sexuality only based on him being aware of/using Polari is pretty silly. As you say, straight people in your part of the world use certain words regularly without being aware of it.

As always, I think one has to take many behaviors and actions into consideration when wondering if Louis (or anyone) is signaling. There’s a difference between using certain words that have become common, and knowing what Polari is. Him wearing that brand goes hand in hand with many instances of him wearing clothing that sent a message (for example, wearing the All Out, Queen’s Surf, and Rainbow Apple logo shirts). At that time, he seemed to be very calculated about what messages he sent through clothing. I think Polari was one of many instances of Louis signaling being a part of the community. But I’d never look at that as an isolated instance and think that.

WIP Wednesday

... actually on a Wednesday! And I have stuff to share! Thank you for the tag @effelants 💖

First, from Only A Dream Of Summer, my Maric x OC fic that I'm actively working on. It's a lot of fun to write

Time passed in a haze as the castle waited on Cailan’s recovery, suspended in glorious midsummer, with the first of the season’s swifts darting for insects outside the sickroom window and the hum of bees a constant presence among the rambling roses. Inside, however, the weather was an unwelcome intrusion. The blaze of Solace sunshine left the air thick and humid, baking to the point where a constant supply of ice had to be brought up from the cold room to be applied to the prince’s wrists. Though he still tired easily, he chafed against his confinement, and what little time Maric had to spare from the regular missives of kingdom business his advisors sent him was spent trying to keep him entertained. In some ways, it felt like the first opportunity he had had to be a proper father. Without the bevvy of tutors, retainers, and servants required for a royal upbringing, the simplicity of the joy he found in the hours spent by his son’s side reminded him of his own mother’s indulgence, trying to compensate for the constant danger that had hung over their heads. Life now was a dream compared to the old days of the rebellion; he had worked hard to make it so, scrubbing Orlesian influence from the land and coaxing its people back into prosperity, all in the hope that the kingdom Cailan would one day inherit might never know worse suffering than the bite of a hard winter – and that the day of that inheritance would still be a long way off. Movement in the room roused him from his unexpected slumber into a shadowed twilight scented with jasmine. His shoulders popped as he stretched in his chair and cast a bleary eye about for the source of the disturbance. “I did not mean to wake you, Your Majesty,” Gwawr said. “And I didn’t mean to doze off…” In his hands, a letter crinkled – a response from Loghain, entreating him once again to turn away Florian’s envoy as if the word of a king did not count as final if he was badgered about it enough. “Something troubles you?” the healer asked, as she went through her usual motions to check Cailan’s wellbeing.

Second, from As The World Falls Down, my Prince Alistair AU. I'm still working on it, but since it's going to be so much longer than Summer, it's on a backburner for now, and I've left them on the road:

“Lothering,” Alistair huffed when they finally paused for breath on a bluff overlooking the village. Thin banners of smoke rose from the hunched cluster of buildings in the settlement proper, and from the damp campfires dotted between the mass of grubby tents that spilled out over the southern boundary like flotsam from a shipwreck. “Pretty as a painting.” He shot a sidelong grin to Rosslyn on his left. “I almost didn’t think we’d make it.” “It’s a real sight, isn’t it?” The new, reedy voice came from just off the road, from a small campsite set far enough back into the bushes that any travellers heading north would miss it on the way past. The thin, gaunt man it belonged to stepped out onto the path in front of them. Four others emerged after him, in front and behind to block their path, all in similar states of beggary with weapons drawn. Rosslyn’s own hand reached for her sword at the same moment Alistair stepped closer to guard her flank, the shiver of airalong her spine telling her that Morrigan, too, readied for an attack. She hoped it would not come. Though her shoulder had knitted together far faster than should be expected even with the aid of magical healing, the dull twinges that flared with every movement warned of the permanent damage that could be done if she got in a fight before the muscles fully recovered.   “Let us pass,” she commanded from beneath her hood. At her side, Cuno growled his own threat, the sound a low vibration against her leg.

Tagging forward, if you're so inclined: @ellenembee @asaara-writes @serenpedac @ooachilliaoo @thelionheartedo3 @cleverblackcat

Happy New Year, friends!

If you prefer to just read on tumblr, full text is below the cut :)

It’s late when Beverly gets home from the New Year’s gala, although she still managed to make her escape before midnight. It’s no fun to be at the party at midnight when you have no one to kiss. Or, more accurately, when the person you want to kiss is lightyears away on some dumb diplomatic mission. 

Beverly sighs and kicks her high heels off, not really caring where they land. There’s no one but her to trip over them anyway. Even though they were both supposed to be on leave for the holidays, Starfleet had commandeered Kathryn shortly after Christmas dinner for an urgent mission to Q’onos that apparently only she could handle. Beverly has been in a funk ever since. 

She could have gone to the Chateau, but somehow it feels even stranger to be there without Kathryn than it does to be here in the San Francisco apartment that they share.

She pads toward the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine and wonders if Kathryn’s ship might be in comm range and she’s so caught up calculating distances and speeds that she almost doesn’t notice the soft music coming from the living room. 

It’s possible that she left something playing when she rushed out of the apartment earlier, running late as usual. But it sounds like Kathryn’s favorite holiday song, and that can’t be a coincidence can it? 

“Kathryn? Honey?” Beverly calls out tentatively, afraid to hope. She’s not supposed to be back until next week, after all.

There’s no answer, other than the muted sound of Bing Crosby crooning “I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.” 

“Sounds about right,” Beverly mutters to herself and makes a quick detour to turn off the music that feels like it’s taunting her. 

The room is dark but there is enough light coming through the window that Beverly can find her way over to the phonograph and lift the needle. For a moment, everything is quiet.

A low, sleepy sounding voice that Beverly would recognize anywhere breaks the silence. “Hey, I was listening to that,” the voice mumbles, accompanied by the rustling of blankets from the couch as Kathryn sits up so that she is lit by the soft glow of the stars through the window. Beverly thinks she looks like a dream - and maybe she is - but then Kathryn smiles sleepily and says “Hi, Bevvy” and she knows she’s real because no one in her dreams calls her that, only Kathryn when she thinks she’s being cute (and she usually is).  

For a split second, Beverly can’t decide whether she is thrilled by her surprise or angry that Kathryn’s arrival had been kept a surprise in the first place… But joy quickly wins out and she launches herself toward the couch and lands right in Kathryn’s lap, grabs her face, and plants a big, sloppy kiss squarely on her lips. 

It takes another moment for Kathryn’s nap-addled brain to catch up but when she does, she returns the kiss with just as much fervor, gripping Beverly’s waist and pulling her closer with one hand as the other toys idly with the curtain of dark gray curls that seals them off from the rest of the world. 

Eventually, they have to come up for air, but they remain inside their cocoon with foreheads pressed together until Beverly starts gently demanding answers. “Not that I’m not happy to see you–”

“Yes, I noticed,” Kathryn teases as she tucks Beverly’s hair back so that she can start to nibble her ear. Beverly’s breath catches in her throat for a moment before she leans away from her distractor. Her curiosity demands satisfaction first. 

“When did you get back? I thought you’d be gone another week! Why didn’t you tell me you’d be done early? I could have met you at the transport station. Would have gotten me out of that dull Starfleet gala tonight,” Beverly rambles on until a grinning Kathryn puts a hand to her mouth to shut her up.

“In order: Less than an hour ago; Things went much more smoothly than expected; I wanted to surprise you; I transported straight here because if anyone knew I was home, we’d both have ended up at that gala and we’d still be there now,” She ticks each answer off on her fingers as she speaks and then leans in close to nuzzle Beverly’s nose and conclude with a conspiratorial whisper. “This is much better, don’t you think?”

“Infinitely,” Beverly hums against Kathryn’s lips and then resumes kissing them, more delicately but no less passionately than before. “Welcome home,” she murmurs between kisses as she gently guides Kathryn back onto the couch cushions, her long hair cascading around them like a cage that neither wants to escape from.

Somewhere in the distance, a church bell chimes midnight and popping fireworks welcome the new year. The fireworks light up the room in blues and reds and golds and if she were paying attention, Beverly might comment on how magical it all looks. But she is too busy enjoying her midnight kiss to notice.

@neomadivine sent:

The blue haired woman tilts her head curiously. "Yer awful familiar." A pause. "Mmmmm. Do ya hang around my brotha'?" She gestures to about the same height as John himself, and ruffles where hair would be. "Yay high, constantly crackin' jokes, blue eyes, dirty blond hair, always inna trench coat... Looks a lot like you actually!" [Justine]

A blonde eyebrow climbs higher and higher as the woman keeps rambling. John has never seen her in his life, and he is very sure of it because he never forgets a pretty face...and she is pretty, despite the far too outgoing attitude.

Besides, the dark blue hair tends to be eye-catching.

"Do yeh always walk up to strangers who are tryin' to enjoy a bloody bevvy in peace n' chat 'em up like they were yeh oul mates?" He asks, choosing to ignore her question. "Or am I gettin' a special treatment?"

There's a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but he doesn't look too annoyed. Confused and, perhaps, a little intrigued.

"Soz, luv, dunno yeh brother. I dun 'ang out wit' folks who looks too much like me. It tends to lead to...ah, inconvenient situations."

Meaning that the unfortunate doppelgangers get dragged into the troubles who are constantly following him around. If he chooses to associate with someone who shares his looks it's usually because he is purposefully trying to take the heat off himself by throwing someone else under the bus.

"Since we're 'ere, tho...wants a drink? Me treat. N' maybe yeh can tell me yeh name while we're at it."

the weirdest thing about soriku antis to me is when their primary argument is "Nomura cant write friendship/romance". like dgmw ive been in fandoms where that is the case and i still love the characters, but even ignoring the fact that that ISNT TRUE, why are you here then???? baffling

EXACTLY. I'd say Nomura is actually really good at writing friendship, yknow... considering that he wrote the Friendship game that is well-known for being incredibly emotional in every facet!

Anyway, I'm sitting at the Oxford. I've had three bevvies over the course of... 3 hours? I sipped em.

I thought about that vampire bullshit, thinkin about livin at the old art house collective bullshit.

I saunter over to the 'straunt (that's what I'm calling them to avoid repetition in naming).

"Is this seat taken?" I say to the water bottle and notepad.

There's a Headwaters Hot Yoga sticker on the container.

"Who the fuck here practices hot yoga and is here at bar time?" Some sort of fuckin' masochist.

The vampire song suggested radio yields bleak results.

I listen with one airpod, in case I get to squeeze in my menu preference to the frantic, ungloved, behind-the-counter people.

I look up after a few moments and Kurt's workin'

He's my old roommate from The Atlantic.

"I'll be right with you."

Sudden recognition

"I'll be right with you!!!"

He rambled about his other job, justification for his existence. It's not so bad. It's not so bad. This place... it's not me. This place. Well, I got thrown outta that place, too. Y'know, Martin's got Alzheimer's. He thought it was just the eye surgery, but it's Alzheimer's. He goes on to blame the chaos and dysfunction of everything around him on his coworkers, maybe not knowing this is The Oxford.

The fish say, "what the hell is water?"

He says, "I don't know what's wrong with the water."

Kurt's the guy who told me I was the most solipsistic person he's ever met, that I wasn't as funny as I thought I was.

I could have responded, "you're not even real."

I'll eat and go home and maybe never see him. Square pegs are everywhere, but we don't see them in the round holes.

I'll think about him too long and contemplate why I intentionally don't identify with film. I love a good story. I love it too much. Love it so much it hurts and the breaking is something I love too.

I'll go to bed and dream of some other thing.

I’ve been thinking about the rules of MHA for awhile and I just... I’m awed by the realism.

As soon as powers started showing up, the government just knew that there would be people wanting to be heroes. They knew that these people would gain prestige as well as power and influence. So what does the government do? Take control of the situation.

You want to be a hero? Take hero-specific classes that you have to apply to get into. Pass multiple tests, and have a deep ingrained knowledge of the laws of heroics.

You don’t want to worry about government tape? you’re suddenly a vigilante and even if you save lives you’re going to face consequences.

heroes are paid and have celebrity status and some aren’t treated with respect because there will always be people who hate celebrities. people who hate those that make money on their name alone. obviously not every hero is like that, just like every celebrity isn’t. (think of it as imagining the difference between Jake Paul and Keanu Reeves as heroes). But there are enough attention mongrels that it keeps heroes as a whole from being seen as too elevated over the rest of the world.

the government knew what would happen and immediately put a leash on it. and while some of it is for the better—like training and liscensing and paying heroes—a lot of it is for control. the government is corrupt and has corrupt rules that care more about making sure people rely on the government to protect them than letting the people (who can) protect themselves.

MHA is such a fantastic anime/manga, and i have nothing but the highest praise for the author’s writing.

I think a ridiculous amount about richie calling bev 'bevvie' because on the one hand it's what her dad called her and I can't imagine it's a nice memory when she remembers it, bUT the thought of someone calling her that who loves her unconditionally, thinks she's amazing, and doesn't have a weird sexual side to the relationship?? Replacing the memories of her father using that nickname with Richie saying it as he squeezes her hard enough to crack her ribs and telling her he loves her, and she knows without a doubt that it's a love with no strings and no expectations???? Pretty lovely huh

I know my rambling ass has already thrown a long af Lizzington playlist at your face, but I couldn't stop thinking and listening to a song with Lizzington feels. I couldn't help myself from letting this out. 'Love Songs Ain't For Us' by Amy Shark feat Keith Urban to me suits them from Liz's perspective. It's almost like a representation of their relationship as a slow dance so to speak. She is caught off guard by him with his charms, mysteriousness and his protectiveness and care towards her. At the same time, she's also startled by her own budding feelings for him.

At this point in their relationship, they're not yet "lovers" as the song describes, but they share this intimate, deep, unconditional bond and understanding with each other. She's comfortable with them just being them. They don't need the fanfare, wide grand gestures of their love cause it's not their thing. They'll have their hurts and pain along the way, but, as I paraphrase from the song, for them "it's perfect nights, open doors, feeling safe and the crazy rush to feel like us". It's a considerably happier song compared to the normal angsty-ness of Lizzington songs.

-Rambling anon 😅

Good morning Rambling Anon! Ahhh thank you for sharing this one with us - it's nice getting a more Lizzie perspective song! And a happy one at that 😉

Caught in the moment

Midnight in the room

My breath and heart

Got taken by you

And it's almost perfect tonight

As the storm is raging outside

One kiss and I open my eyes

You're not yet a lovеr

But you're more than a friend

Thеre are some things you know

But things you can't understand

*muffled screaming into a pillow*

Yeppp they call these things romantic tropes for a reason right?? I mean, we've had scenes that basically follow along with the song lyrics, and the song is most definitely a love song (despite its title lol)

My favourite thing you said is that they don't need the fanfare or grand gestures etc. (I mean WE KNOW Red would totally do the grand gestures sometimes) simply being in eachother's presence is enough for them.

And that's really beautiful to me 💛🥲

Thanks for this lovely rec!! Pop in anytime lol I'll brew your hot bevvie of choice and we'll chat about lyrics