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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.3

John having to get high out of his mind because he knows he's invited Paul to come play with him is so so sad. These are the same guys who used to sit facing each other on a bed playing guitars for hours, and now this is them?

Is John calling Paul “Jack Lemon” a reference to “some like it hot”? Because if so, I have questions. Anyway, when your estranged best friend shows up to hang out with you and a bunch of people, talking about being in love again and getting jizzed on is extremely normal and acceptable behavior.

This jam session is so fucking painful though. Paul's doing his best to just push through and get them to actually play something and John's just too far gone.

My theory: there's two reasons he did this. 1. He's avoidant and the last thing he's going to do is let on how bad he needs John in his life and how scared he is that if John gets back with Yoko that that'll be difficult. And 2. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't. If he'd kept it from John that Yoko wanted him back and later John cried to him about how much he missed Yoko or something? Paul can't have that.

John singing a snatch of Yesterday before a take of “Whatever gets you through the Night”??? Did either of them ever write a song where they weren't thinking about the other? Did they ever have a minute of peace without the other rattling the bars of the cage in his brain?

“Hold me Darling, come on, listen to me. I won't do you no harm.” Duh it's about Paul. Oh my gosh.

And with Bless You I'm always so torn. There are so many obvious references to Paul which the doc points out beautifully, but situationally it could also be about Yoko. Maybe it's about both of them in the same way that don't let me down is about both of them.

Anyway the cosmic visuals are gorgeous.

Why'd you have to phrase it like that though? Twice?

Hall of Fame moment. It's a high point for him career-wise and he chose to pull Paul into his spotlight. Not only to sing Paul's song, not only to name-drop him, but to publicly call him an official romantic title. Not “boyfriend” or “ex-wife” which both could've been much more mocking if that's what he was trying to do. But “fiance”. It's official and respected, but it's still got the lustful, unsettled, connotation that something like “husband” lacks.

Johann Weener, everyone. What a loser.

Everyone who still refers to Lennon Remembers like it's the fucking Bible listen to this. It doesn't go on for the next five years, let alone fifty.

John refusing to walk to blocks to sign the papers when George and Paul flew over the ocean. And only on the basis of astrology. He really didn't want the divorce. My heart aches for him. But he made his bed as they say.

I'm putting on my tinfoil hat again here, but I do just have to point out that one of John's first songs, “Hello, Little Girl,” has a line that goes, “you never seem to see me standing there”. And the earliest draft of WISHST, which was started soon after, answers that line. “I saw you standing there.” (Yes, it said you originally, not her). So maybe. Just maybe. That song wasn't just a Paul song, but a song that John knew Paul had put a message in for him. Okay, I apologize for the insanity. On another note, I do wonder if he ever found out what Paul thought of that.

Interviewer: ≈ at this point, do you like writing by yourself, or do you want to write with Paul again?≈ John: ≈well it's a bit of both. It's the same for Paul. We were talking about it a week ago. Okay, cool. So they definitely talked openly and honestly about potentially writing together again.

John, about their partnership, “There was always the feeling that someone was there if you needed it.” Paired with the gayest picture ever taken and then Paul singing “if I can do anything at all, let me help.” Thanks. I hate it.

John was so excited for New Orleans! What happened? I mean I have my theory based on May's book and the sudden shift in behavior. But it's pretty dark.

You know how crazy Paul is about John in interviews now? How he can't seem to keep John's name out of his mouth? John was worse in the seventies. He's promoting his Rock’n’Roll album, talking unprompted and romantically about how he met Paul, when the interviewer reminds him what relationship he's supposed to be romanticizing right now. So John remembers too and dedicates the album to Yoko who he's just got back together with.

Biconic quote.

Interviewer asks, after John's brought him up, if John's pleased with how well Paul's doing. John expresses his relief that Ringo has "found himself a niche" and then

I really do think that last bit sums up a big chunk of how John feels about Paul, and why he feels alright playing dirty against Paul or slagging Paul off. Why it would have been the furthest thing from his mind that Paul actually struggled or was insecure. Why Paul had to remind him, “I'm only a person like you, love.”

What an insane thing to think, let alone say. What if Julian had heard that? I'm pretty sure Julian and Paul weren't in contact, really at all, until the eighties, right? So John's doing better than he is at this point (I mean he's his dad, he should be). John is insecure about every possible thing and compares himself to Paul in every possible way.

Baby. He needed some serious help. The thing that sucks about being ahead of your time is that you also have to live in a world that's behind your needs.

And then. “There's always a friendly tv channel to turn to that's going to make you feel less alone.” I wonder if Paul “Call Me Back Again, John I know you're not that tired from the baby just let me in the fucking door” McCartney heard this? It's possible with how obsessive they were, but it's also impossible with how busy he kept himself.

Okay, here's the first story we've been missing about Paul experiencing negative emotions. And, of course, as always in this doc, it's paired perfectly with “Don't Let it Bring you Down” which is the musical mission statement of Paul's clenched-jawed smile philosophy.

"I tend to get a bit absolute in my statements." Yes, John. Yes you do. Another quote that Big Lennon fans should keep in mind.

John on the three weeks he took to decide if he wanted to continue the band after the first Hamburg trip: The others were mad because we could've been making money. Yeah, John, Paul suddenly had to work in a factory after he'd thrown away an educated, white-collar career (the first in his family) to be in your band. I'd be pissed too if you just didn't even bother to call. Anyway I just hate how casual John is about it. Someone who never had to worry about money is just never going to get that.

John doesn't even remember a ballpark number of how much they were making. Paul remembers exactly bragging to his professors that he was making fifteen a week in Hamburg. Sorry to go on and on about this right before Paris, but to me it's an important difference between them.

Anyway, the fact that Paris was more than just a vacation for them. The fact that – according to Stuart and John at least – they might not have come back. It's dizzying. They really thought about just running off together. I wonder what made them decide to come back and continue the band.

No offense if you do, but I don't personally believe in this stuff. What would the motivation have been for the tarot reader to tell him that? Either way, fuck him.

Gosh the live version of “Call Me Back Again”. You feel it, physically, how bad he wants this phonecall. And the desperation from such a successful man is fantastic. Literally, John, how did it feel to be the only man in the world that could get Paul McCartney to beg? “Pretty baby” “what can I do?” “Boohoohoo babe.” “I tried the operator, but I just can't get through.”

Reporter at the Wings over America tour: No John Lennon, no George Harrison, and no Ringo Starr, just Paul McCartney. And for everyone here tonight, that seemed to be plenty! Obviously he's loving this praise after all the negative press. Anyone would, and Paul needs it more than most people actually. But I bet part of him is like “stop. Don't say it like that, they already hate me enough as it is.”

How many times has John admitted that he finds Paul attractive? “It was no surprise, you know, when the kids – girls saw him, they go ‘ooh! Ooh!’ right away, you know?”

“I know it's true. It's all because of you.” Playing over this? Are you kidding me? Anyway I've never seen the picture version of this, so I thought I'd screenshot it.

But actually, in a way, the original written lyrics to Now and Then are less depressing than what he sang on the demo. “I know it's true, I'm still in love with you, and if I make it through, it's all because of you,” is obviously sad because they're both married to other people. But at least in that version, John's saying his own personal resilience to life's struggles comes from his relationship with Paul, which is nice. Whereas when John, who is sliding into a self-hating deep depression I'm comparing himself to Paul's phenomenal success, sings “it's all because of you” in a general sense, it almost feels like a callback to the ‘I'm shit and I couldn't do anything but be a Beatle (and ride Paul's boat)’ quote. Which is heartbreaking. I wish he could've recognized his own genius.

But yeah either way it's enough to make your heart heavy. If anyone needs a good cry, just go to the last five minutes of this. That should've been the now and then music video, but Paul's too scared of feelings. Which. You know. Considering how much it affects me, I can't even imagine how much it affects him. So he gets a pass.

“Why must we be alone? It's real love. It's real.”

#mclennon #paul mccartney #john lennon #the beatles #ringo starr #george harrison #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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stobin kidnapped- no upsidedown

Robin doesn’t know why she comes out to Steve Harrington of all people.

It could be the drugs. It could be the way he’s been pretty good-natured about her ribbing all summer. It could be the fact that they’ve bonded, painfully and irreversibly, in the last 24 hours in a way she never has with anyone else and hopefully never will. It could be that she’s almost certainly going to die in this tiny, awful basement, and Steve fucking Harrington’s shitty homophobic spiel won’t matter because they’ll be dead.

Tammy Thompson won’t matter, either. She’ll never, ever look at Robin now. Probably won’t even think about her as she cries over Steve Harrington’s tragic fate.

“Have you ever been in love?”

They’re pressed back to back next to the hole that serves as their toilet, even if they’re not tied together that way anymore. Something about being able to see from all angles is comforting. No surprises.

It also means she doesn’t have to see Steve’s face when he tells her how amazing this new girl is.

“Robin?” He asks when she doesn’t respond. “You OD on me?”

“I’m alive,” she confirms. Unfortunately.

Nope, too soon to be making jokes about wishing she were dead when there’s a high possibility she ends up dead before she gets out of here.

Steve’s presence leaves her back, and she almost panics before she realizes he’s scooting backwards until he can meet her eye. She scoots back until her back hits the wall, and he does the same.

“This floor’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” he points out. “What do you think?”

“About?”

“This girl.” Why are his eyes so big? Is it the drugs in her system making her hallucinate again? Some great, cosmic consequence for being the kind of girl who can’t fall in love with this apparently amazing guy who protected her the best he could? She feels like she’s going to vomit again.

Eventually their singing dies down, and they exist in comfortable silence for a moment.

It’s Steve who breaks it. “You know Jonathan Byers?”

“Didn’t he punch you and steal your girl?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I lied.”

“About what?”

“Only ever having been in love with Nancy.”

She blinks at him, squinting in concentration until he shifts uncomfortably and she gasps. “No,” she says.

“‘No’ what?”

“You were not in love with Jonathan Byers.”

“Okay, yeah, I wasn’t in love with him,” he protests, squirming. “But, like, he’s cool, right?”

“No!” She exclaims. “No, he’s not cool, Steve. I can’t believe you made fun of me for Tammy, at least she didn’t give me a concussion!”

“I deserved that concussion,” he protests. “Besides, it was a tiny one! That was, like, nothing compared to what Billy gave me.” Or the one he probably has right now, but neither of them point that out.

“He stole your girlfriend.”

“Why do you keep saying that? There was no stealing anything. Nancy’s a human being, with, like, agency and shit.”

“Didn’t he take naked pictures of you guys?”

“What?” He sounds alarmed. “Is that what you heard?”

“Did he not?”

“Well…”

She laughs, disbelieving.

“He apologized!” He says. “And he’ll never do it again, and I broke his camera for it anyway, so I kind of got retribution. Maybe too much retribution. I cannot overstate how much I deserved that beat down, I was an asshole to him.”

“God, you are not helping your case at all,” she giggles. He pouts at her, until he starts giggling too, and then they’re both laughing their asses off on the shitty basement floor until they lose their breath.

They get lucky, she’s told while they’re in the hospital for smoke inhalation and a dozen other things. They were only in that basement for 24 hours until the police (re: Dustin and Erica) found them. It felt like a lifetime.

She gets to sign out after six hours. Steve has to stay for two days.

The nurses have to practically boot her out the door before she’ll leave his side.

“I’m fine, Rob,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I’ve had worse.”

“I sure hope not!” The nurse exclaims as she’s checking over the monitor. “Young man, you are suffering from a Grade 3 concussion, bruised and broken ribs, smoke inhalation, multiple lacerations—“

“Jesus, okay, we get it!”

She gives him a scathing look before sweeping out of the room. Robin raises her eyebrows. “You’re fine, huh?”

The look he gives her could kill a lesser man. “Go home, Robin.”

“I’m staying the night.”

“You’re definitely not doing that.”

#stobin #no upside down #stobin kidnapped-no upsidedown au #steve harrington #robin buckley #sorry to jonathan for the slander i promise i love you #jonathan was steve's bisexual awakening truthing #stranger things fanfic #season 3 au

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weirdmarioenemies · 8 months

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Name: Koopa Krag

Debut: Mario Party DS

Get a load of this GEEZER. Most elderly Koopa in town! You can tell he is old because he has gray hair. And you can tell he has gray hair because they gave him big ol' eyebrows and a beard, so that he would have some hair to be gray!

They are really such impressive eyebrows. So long. So solid! They're like curtains! Or like a little dog's ears! These are eyebrows that would billow in the breeze.

They are a lot like those of Kroop from The Thousand Year Door! The 2000s was THE decade for elderly Koopas with massive eyebrows! I wonder if they were adhering to a style guide with these. A Mario Bible. Okay, three paragraphs about eyebrows is enough. It is time to talk about the turtle behind the eyebrows! And you will learn what he is holding in that first picture. Is it a glowing corn kernel? Let us find out...

Koopa Krag is the grandfather of a Koopa named Koopa, and he has been trapped inside of a book by Kamek. We never learn why. But isn't it obvious? They are clearly bitter ex-lovers. Such tension between two elderly turtle men can mean nothing else!

The second most likely reason is, Koopa Krag simply knew too much. He knows a lot of things, somehow. He's like the new Toadsworth! He knows what the Magic Jars in Kamek's library will contain even before they are opened, so I guess he has some kind of magical ability. Perhaps channeling energy through his brows...?

See that blue tower in the upper right corner of Bowser's Pinball Machine? It holds a secret... and Koopa Krag might know what it is! The game tells us this, and nothing else about it. I'm honestly charmed by how mundane that is. Yeah, this one guy might know a little tidbit about this other guy's custom pinball table. Or he might not. It's like the game's writer just hangs out around listening in on characters' conversations. Anyway, I think the tower probably contains a pinball, considering it's above the plunger, and also considering that this is a pinball table where no actual pinballs are visible.

Why would Koopa Krag know about Bowser's pinball machine? That's easy. Kamek would let him play it! Back before the divorce... :(

In the end, of course, Koopa Krag is freed through the act of a bunch of little guys running around and partaking in wacky minigames. He gives the heroes the treasure he has found, which is a Sky Crystal, which is really just the Thing The Characters Are Collecting. It is not actually a very interesting thing, but it puts basic plot on the table.

I think Koopa Krag is cool! He only appears in this one game, and is only relevant in two story mode cutscenes, but through flavor texts, they make him really feel relevant to this little snippet of the Mario world. He really does feel like he could be a Toadsworth. Toadsworth may be forbidden for unknown reasons these days, but if they ever need a Nice Wise Old Guy for future Mario games, I have just written a letter of recommendation for one!

#koopa krag #mario party ds #mario #mario allies #mod chikako

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ruthytwoshakes · 5 months

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Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

#tf2 fanart #zhanna #tf2 administrator #scouts ma #tf2 maggie #merasmus #miss pauling #tf2 headcanons #daffys drawings

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sappy-detective · 6 months

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i have a certain PG AU in my head where danganronpa is a actual show you can audition for and the fans are EXACTLY like fans irl. pregame shuichi and ouma are huge like theater, film and horror nerds okay, and they made a small horror ARG (would it be an ARG?? idk..) just for funnies with rantaro kaede and a bunch of other people and post it online.

basically it was like. all that toxic saiouma stuff of shuichi being a weirdo, kaito bullying ouma and kaede being a bitch. BUT ALL FOR FILM. they just thought it would cool to make one and ouma is a good actor and shuichi has a big interests in indie horror films.

ouma, shuichi and rantaro worked on the script and scenes and kaede would help with makeup and stuff. basically it was framed like if shuichi record himself stalking ouma and just taking and raving to the camera about how much he knows about ouma. explaining oumas whole personal life to the camera and showing everyone his massive wall of pictures, items and just weird stuff he took of/from ouma.

it ends with either them having a really toxic relationship and it’s just documenting a really manipulative and toxic relationship, and shuichi ruining oumas relationships with other people to keep ouma to himself. and he explains it all to the camera. or you know the usual kidnap stuff. or a really open ending to it. i

it’s definitely NOT a romantic kinda thing. it’s supposed to be a horror ARG. like killing stalking when it’s clearly a horror manga and people made it out to be a BL lolz. anyway i’m the beginning it shows shuichi just taking a few pictures of ouma because he looks cute all the way to the end of doing some horrific stuff like kidnapping him and shit.

danganronpa fans found it after they where got into the show/game and just went with it. making it out like shuichi just filmed himself stalking ouma for fun and posting it. definitely not getting it was an ARG/art project made by them for fun.

i’m thinking they didn’t really expect anyone to see it so they labeled it something ominous and gave it little to no description because.. well they didn’t wanna break the atmosphere!!

they’re weird, not crazy.

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Part two of this

Eddie pressed his folded hands to his lips in prayer, focused entirely on Steve as the other began his story.

"So it all started when one of my kids, Will, disappeared on his way home. I didn't know them, then, so I guess he wasn't my kid yet. Anyway, Will disappears, and Mo- his mom, Joyce, she flipped her shit."

"As any good mother should," Eddie agreed, earning himself a nod of approval from Hop.

"Yeah, but like, the whole town thought she lost it after two days. She kept saying that Will was in the lights, bought about six different boxes of Christmas lights and put them up in her living room to talk to him. She had another son, you remember Jonathan?"

"The same Jonathan I screamed at outside Len's place? Shaggy hair, definitely high, talks about knitting patterns a lot?" Eddie confirmed, causing Hop and Steve to scoff.

"Argyle is his partner from California. We'll get to that, don't worry," Steve promised with a snicker, sobering to continue. "Well, Jonathan and I were in the same grade, but I was- ah, more social? I was a dick, basically. Well, Jonathan showed up in the woods behind my backyard that week. He took a bunch of really creepy pictures on this old camera while I was having a party. We found out the next day at school, my friend Tommy saw them and showed me. We kinda gave him shit for it, it was creepy as hell."

"Aw, Jonathan. I thought he was cool." Eddie pouted; he really did like the guy. Steve shook his head, grinning.

"He was sixteen, Munson," Hopper groused. "I'm sure you weren't a walk in the park at sixteen, either."

"Nah, but I didn't take creepy pictures and show people."

"He wasn't showing anyone, Eds, Tommy went through his shit. I told you, my friends and I were... Not good, back then." Steve shifted on the couch, tugging on his sleeves and keeping his eyes low. Eddie felt his heart lurch at the sight, so he wriggled closer and draped his upper body over Steve's lap.

"Okay. Jonathan was kinda creepy, but he's cool now. You're good, too, Stevie." He said softly, smiling when that made the man relax. "Now, come on. Missing kid, creepy pictures?"

"Well, Nancy was pissed that we'd treated Jonathan like that, so we were arguing. She wouldn't answer my texts or calls, and then I got a message from Carol- she was Tommy's girlfriend and Nancy's neighbor- that Jonathan was sneaking out of Nancy's window. I got pissed, but I was just gonna dump her. Tommy found out because Carol's a fuckin' snitch, and he started telling everyone that Nance was a slut. I didn’t stop him, and I should have, but I was angry and I thought she was cheating on me so I didn’t. And Nancy confronted us at the movies, but I was still an asshole, so I told her it was probably true, and then Jonathan told me to stop, and I said- I-”

“That’s enough, Steve,” Hopper interrupted. Eddie glanced over, but Hopper’s grumpy disposition was replaced entirely with concern; Steve was trembling as he spoke. “I told you that we're not stupid. Tell me why.”

“P-people aren’t black and white,” Steve recited quietly. "I made a mistake but I fixed it." Hopper nodded firmly, and the exchange made Eddie smile.

“Do you want your dad to finish the story, honey?” Eddie prompted; Steve quickly shook his head, jerking to make eye contact with him.

"No. I’m fine, just needed a second.” Steve gave a heavy sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “Okay. I told Jonathan that Will probably ran away from his crazy-ass mom and creepy older brother. I accused Jonathan of- of molesting Will, and Jonathan punched me. We got into a fight, and then one of Hopper’s deputies showed up. Jonathan was kicking my ass, but he smacked the cop too, so he was cuffed. I ran away. I don’t- I have no idea what happened after that with everyone. But I felt bad, so I went to his house to apologize that night. I didn’t mean any of that shit I said, I knew it was wrong, but Nancy answered the door and I started to freak out at her. She was screaming at me to leave, and I panicked so I was screaming at her, and then she pointed a gun at me-”

“What the fuck, Steve, why are you still involved with this woman?” Eddie sighed heavily, squeezing Steve’s thigh. “You’re too good to people, Stevie.”

“I’m really not, Ed, but shut up, here’s the weird part. So she pointed the gun at me, and I screamed, and she told me to get out, so I started to get out, but then there was this noise and the wall opened up. It was like this film was between the wall and somewhere... else. And this thing, like, clawed its way out. It went straight for Jonathan, so Nancy shot at it, and then it went for Nancy, so I grabbed the bat from Jonathan and started swinging. There was a lot of screaming, but I guess the they had a plan to catch the monster? And we led it down the hall and into this bear trap.” Steve shuddered. “It was scary and terrifying and I ended up being smacked into a wall, kind of hard. But I woke up, and it was gone. Jonathan and Nancy were freaked out, I guess I’d been out for a few minutes longer than I thought. They helped me get to the couch and we waited for- I don’t even know what. But they made me stay awake until Hop got there, and Hop said I had a concussion. He made me go to Hawkins Lab, and he told me about all the stuff I missed out on.”

“There’s shit you missed out on?” Eddie exclaimed softly. He saw Steve’s hands trembling, so he picked one up and squeezed. “This is kinda wild.”

“No, I missed out on pretty much everything. I barely survived the horror movie. Side character at best. Dad, can you-”

“Experiment Eleven escaped containment. She opened a gate to an alternate dimension under duress; Nancy’s brother found her and hid her in their basement for a week. She has mind powers, like that one superhero with the robot boyfriend.” Hopper reported plainly. “She killed the- what did they call it, Steve?”

“Demogorgon.”

“Yeah, that. She killed it, got stuck in that alternate dimension, and it took her a little while for her to get out. While she was trying to get out, we worked on regrouping. Will was safe, the rest of the kids only had scrapes and memories. Steve had a grade two concussion, but they took care of him at the Lab, once they got rid of Brenner.” Hopper then pushed himself up. “I’ll be back in two weeks with El. We can prove ourselves then. Take care of my boy, Munson.”

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Steve watched as his dad shut the door behind him. Eddie was quiet beside him, squeezing his hand like it was something important. “I know it’s a lot to take in. And it sounds dumb. But I promise I’m not lying. Please believe me.”

“I believe you, honey, it’s just a lot. Interdimensional monsters? Magic girls? Experiment Eleven is El, your sister that doesn’t understand social norms?” Eddie paused, looking at Steve oddly. “Have you been telling me about your family by being vague? Is your little brother a magical boy?”

“No, he’s just a genius.”

“Oh. Great. So a superhero, an angel, and a genius. You and your siblings could take over the world.” Steve snorted, shoving Eddie without any force. “Seriously, Stevie, what the hell? How am I supposed to impress your mom if your siblings are- a superhero and a genius? Baby, it took me three tries to graduate high school, and I can’t kill monsters.” Eddie laughed softly, tugging Steve in for a hug.

“You kill the monsters in my nightmares, that counts for something.” Steve laughed, and relaxed finally. Eddie counted that as a win.

"Steve. This doesn't change anything. You're just a little more badass. But you only said you got hit once. You told Barry downstairs that you've had nine concussions, how'd you get the other eight?"

"I got one protecting my kid Lucas from a racist, one I got while being interrogated-slash-tortured by Russians underneath a mall, one from the time I almost got eaten in an alternate dimension, and the other four I got from my biological parents." Steve listed sleepily, and Eddie tensed.

"Your parents gave you four fucking concussions?"

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #roommates au #eddie and steve #the party #stranger things headcanons

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snappedsky · 2 months

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ROTTMNT: You Are Not Alone Epilogue

The End.

*Reblogs appreciated*

Epilogue

One month later

Casey walks through the lair. He’s dressed in recently bought clothes, cleaner and more relaxed than he’s been in years.

He goes into the med bay where he does his usual, daily routine. He makes sure everything is clean; he checks the IV bag and changes it if he has to; he records the vitals, making sure they’re stable.

Finally, he sits in his chair and takes a deep breath.

“Hi, Sensei.”

Leonardo lies in the bed, completely unconscious. He’s been in a coma since the Krang battle ended a month ago. He had received a much needed blood transfusion immediately after and all of his injuries have long since healed- even the nasty crack down his shell is now just a scar. Most of the healing was done during his power surge from the Hamato ninpo, but everyone figures that’s also why he’s comatose. His body is beyond exhausted.

“So, today we went to Run of the Mill Pizza again,” Casey says, “Señor Hueso finally agreed to put our picture up on his Wall of Champions for saving the world. Leo wouldn’t stop hugging him. And he said he’d give us free pizza when you come to see him, mostly just to prove that you’re real. He still doesn’t believe that you’re from the future.”

“Cass got mad at me again today when I accidentally called her Mom. I’m getting better about it, but I still forget sometimes. I told her it’s just because I’ve gotten so comfortable around her that sometimes I forget. She said that it’s fine if I only do it once in a while. Then Leo and Mikey made fun of her for blushing and she punched them. She really is the same.”

“April and Sunita showed me around the city some more. They took me to Central Park, and Times Square, and we did a bunch of shopping. I’m getting better about being around people. And I’ve found out I like buying clothes. I got a nice pair of boots and Sunita painted my nails black. They look really cool.”

“April said I should go to school to learn more about the modern world. Donnie said there’s nothing he can’t teach me, and Cass said there’s nothing I can’t learn on the street. I told them that Master Donatello taught me all kinds of things so I think I’m okay.”

“The guys showed me another Lou Jitsu movie last night. It’s even better than the stories you used to tell me. And Master Splinter had a bunch of stories about the productions. Then we watched a Jupiter Jim movie, but Splinter didn’t like that one as much. I think they’re all great.”

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise leo #rise casey #casey jones #casey jones jr #rottmnt au #myart

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alicepao13 · 2 months

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S06E10

For a golf episode, okay. For a filler, also okay. Not that much going on.

Let's get one thing out of the way first:

Episode title says caddy. They liked that pun, I guess. As the grammar website I checked explains it further, it's not considered a huge error.

CityTV has such a nerve to put their logo in there after all their scheduling changes and general lack of interest for this show (I have no beef with that interview man, I forgot his name, but his interview with Diesel and John Reardon before the season premiere was actually fun).

I absolutely had no idea that women's golf was so lucrative.

"All I heard is sandwich" Thank god for Sarah. I only like Sarah from now on. Not even Rex, he seems too into golf, although there are too many balls involved for a dog to stay indifferent.

Joe joined the golf club when Camilla was born? Didn't he, like, adopt her after he married her mother? Or is my recollection false?

Charlie had worked as a caddie. Well, certainly some backstory there. And of course he's like, the best of them at it even if he doesn't want to join the club.

Seriously, we can't take them anywhere. Especially Rex, whose nose doesn't take a single day off. Boom, one more day off ruined.

I tuned out in every single golf talk, which is unfortunate because it was mixed with the plot (still found the culprit as soon as they appeared on screen). It's just really hard to follow when I don't care about it at all. Since I like almost all sports, I consider those I don't like as non-sports. Mainly golf and formula car racing.

They cut the chase scene? What?

That scene where Charlie drives a golf cart and Rex runs alongside him does not deserve a cool music lmao

Charlie playing golf as he's interviewing a (at the time) person of interest. I can't decide if this is unprofessional or I just don't like golf.

Ah, please someone tell me how many shots they did for that uninterrupted shot of Charlie's short putt that went pretty close to the hole. I know that the guys actually golf in real life but this had to be close but also not go in the hole for Rex to grab it.

Amazon! How the hell can you put an ad about fast delivery in this show, when you consistently fail to deliver the actual show on time in your streaming service? Am I the only one seeing the irony here? Last season it was too early, this season too late.

Also, Jesse, don't you dare wear that. Charlie's orange jumpsuit was actually a better shade of orange than this one.

Okay, maybe there were a bunch of chase scenes in this episode so they felt they could lose one. Acceptable.

Poor Rex's head. I'd have liked more of Charlie's worry please, although it seems like we might get this in a future episode.

This might be the first time we see Rex's teeth as Charlie checks for god knows what. Come on, show, let Rex bare his teeth just once while growling at a bad guy!

*gasps* Skeletal remains! On a family show!

They shouldn't have spoiled Jesse's shirt in the end scene on their promotional pictures. Not that it's such a big thing, but they should actually stop uploading promotional pictures from the final scenes altogether, or post them after the show has aired.

I liked the teamwork in this one. I believe the golf episode had been brewing since S2, where they had to scrap the idea due to a heavy snowfall, which turned the golf field into a ski slope. There is no avoiding golf, apparently!

Promo: What the actual fuck. Charlie and Rex combined whump? Charlie thrown out of a moving truck? Rex missing? Charlie having temporary amnesia? Hospital? Is it my birthday? (Well, it's actually pretty close to my name day instead.) Please squeeze a scene in there with a worried Sarah, and I take back every single bad thing I said about this season (the show only, I don't take back anything about CityTV). Yes, even the whales.

Of course this would be the episode that they'd take a break on. Oh, well. After that terrible hiatus, I can stand to wait a few days. A day had passed already as I was looking for the episode (turns out that they knew what they were doing lol).

#hudson and rex

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waterfallofspace · 10 months

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A Touch Too Human.

So this is just a lil thing I started/finished within an hour. Didn't edit it, or put in a TON of work, but Imma share it anyways because honestly? I just kinda had fun~

Characters: C/hoso, Y/uji -- No Ships, simply Platonic Affection. (Note: even though nothing snz happens with him, when writing, I pictured Y/uji as 18+, specifically 19 - 21) Word Count: 1.4k

(Spoilers for J/ujutsu K/aisen manga, as well as references to high fevers, very slight mess, and some swearing.)

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”

Choso manages to pry open his eyes, gaze landing on his younger brother. The pink hair seems too bright under the harsh fluorescent glow, and Choso lets the fatigue drag them closed again.

“I’mb fidne.” It’s barely a whisper, his voice far too raw to produce a substantial volume. The act of speaking highlights the lines around his eyes as he flinches. Even without opening his eyes, he’s certain Yuji winced too.

“You don’t sound fine…” A hand suddenly finds itself on his face, Choso letting a light moan slip through his teeth as the cool touch rushes straight to his bones.

Yuji tuts, brushing some soaked hair from Choso’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. How did you even get out of bed like this?”

“Idt’s dnothi-g. ehHh- hN’XGt-!”

“Bless you!”

Choso simply shakes his head, hands raising to cup his mouth and nose behind a protective wall as he attempts to lean away from Yuji. All he succeeds at doing is making himself dizzy, the next bursts rushing out in a rapid frenzy.

“hk’nntizshh-! eh’gnnxgttt-! hh’knnxgt! dnnzshh! oh shidt- yezshhuu-! ih’yizzsshhuuw-!”

A light mist escapes through Choso’s fingers, leaving the table shining in the flickering lights. Yuji shoots him a concerned smile, digging frantically through his pockets as Choso feels his cheeks reach an unbearable level of heat.

“That was some show! Bless you a bunch. Doesn’t holding it in like that hu- oh found them!” Yuji passes over the pack of tissues, leaving them on the table when Choso makes no attempt to remove the barrier he’s raised in front of his nose.

Making sure to turn away slowly this time, Choso removes one hand, frown deepening at the sight that awaits him. Pulling out a few of the offerings, he cleans himself up, not yet daring to touch his nose with the soft fabric.

Once he’s satisfied, he turns back to Yuji with a congested, “Tha- gk you, brother.”

“No problem… Uh… I don’t mean to doubt you but… you still sound rough.” Yuji raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Choso’s face. “And your nose is all pink. You sure you’re not sick..?”

At the acknowledgement, said appendage twitches eagerly. Choso groans faintly, fighting the urge to scrub at it. “I said I w-as fi-dne. I’mb dnot sic-k.”

“You know it’s okay to be unwell. Even Gojo Sensei gets sick,” A mild terror seems to flash through Yuji, Choso raising an eyebrow at the shudder. “He’s uh… interesting as a sick person.”

“I wou-ldn’t kdn-ow, I’ve dnever… hh!” Choso suddenly pauses, eyes glossing over as his lips part far enough to show his teeth.

“Bless you!”

“hH- guhhh… snuff.” With a rough sniff, he manages to pull himself back under control.

“Oh whoops- Did I scare it away? Here-” Before Choso can react, a soft finger runs along his mark, the tingling in his nose suddenly sprung into an all consuming itch. A snarl breaks across his face, nose suddenly pressed against his wrist.

“hnnchh-! knncchht-! inchht-! eh’dnxttt-!” As the fit continues, his breathing gets wetter, each inhale starting to take considerable effort.

Yuji stands silently, wincing at the strangled noises escaping from Choso’s battered sinuses.

Finally, with another desperate gasp, Choso switches to his collar, letting the mist rain down over his clenching muscles. “hieh’YEHHshhuu-! hk’ehHHZshuuw-! eh’dehzshuuu-!”

“Bless you,” comes the response, Yuji quietly pulling out a few tissues, and pressing them into Choso’s unoccupied hand. “Blow, it’ll feel better.”

Doing as his brother wishes, Choso brings the tissue to his nose, breath catching dangerously as the soft folds brush against his markings. “hnchh-! knnchh-! aH’YEHHzshhuuw-!” As the final one breaks free, Choso lets it slide into a blow.

After the third round, Choso finally leans back, coughing into the back of his hand. As his blurry vision tries to hone in on Yuji, he feels a strong arm wrapping around his waist. Every instinct tells him to fight, to push it away, but in the end his fever wins.

“That’s it, just lean against me, I’ve got you.”

“Th- agk you agaidn, br-other… hH’NCHhiuww-!” That one’s aimed towards his shoulder, a few droplets hitting Yuji’s arm. Choso opens his mouth to apologize, but Yuji doesn’t even seem to notice.

“I’d say bless you, but judging by the state of your nose, I’m guessing you’re not done?”

“Ndot… quite… I te-nd to sdneeze a… alot- hH’KNCHhiuew-! ek’yehhzshhuu-! knnchh- enchhh- hh’dehhzshhuu-!”

“Bless you!” Yuji smiles, easily taking the brunt of Choso’s weight as each shudder leaves him trembling.

“Sguse me,” Choso clears his throat, a flash of pain darting across his face for his efforts.

“Sdnee-ze a lot, wh-edn I’bm… I… hH’EHChhhuu-! echhhuuww-! Oh. Sorr-y, wasdn’t do-ne.”

Before he can lose any more dignity, they’re standing in front of his room. Yuji leans him against the wall, unlocks his door, and helps him stumble inside. Choso sinks into his bed, fighting off the fatigue threatening to pull him under.

“So, where do you keep your sweaters?” Yuji scans the room, pulling open the closet before Choso has a chance to answer. “Ah, got it! Alright, arms up, slide this over- yep, just like that!”

As the cloth passes his face, Choso violently twitches, wrinkling his nose back and forth as his hands remain trapped in the air. Oblivious to the struggle just below the sweater's embrace, Yuji continues trying to maneuver it over his torso.

“Yehh… yuhhh…. geh- hihH-!” Any attempt at speech is drowned out in the hitches, Choso feeling his nostrils begin to flare of their own accord. He stalls his breathing, hands beginning to tremble from their perch above his head.

After what feels like ages, the sweater finishes its journey, resting comfortably against his chest. Yuji beams, admiring his handiwork from his position directly in front of the bed.

“I… I’mb…. hhgt- gehht…. hh’yezzshhhuuiew-!”

Yuji doesn’t even flinch as the fabric on his arm grows damp. “Oh, bless you!”

“hngt’chh-! I’mb so- ingnt’chh-! so so-rry I- ek’tnngchh-! sorry tha-dt I- hh’gnn’chhuew-!”

Choso holds his sleeve against his face, letting out another itchy moan as the sensation increases the tickle tenfold. “God I hahhh… ha-ve to- eH’YEHHZShhhuu-!”

Throughout the attack, Choso pulls himself into the tightest ball he can manage, the very idea of consuming space bringing chills to his spine. “knZSHHuuew-!” Or maybe that was the fever.

A warmth on his arm brings him back to the room, clouded eyes rising to meet the worried ones watching him.

“Are you okay, Choso?” The tone is soft, with something Choso can’t quite place. Is that… kindness..?

“ah’kehhzshhuu-! I’bm-” The word ‘fine’ lingers on his tongue, but under Yuji’s gaze, it starts to taste bitter. Instead, something more sweet takes its place. “Ndot feeli-ng so well…”

The statement sucks the remaining breath from his lungs, seemingly using every last drop of energy. Choso feels his head start to swim, and before he can fight it, his head’s being guided to the pillow.

A single tear begins to cut down his cheek, soft hands halting its journey, and sliding up to wipe away the rest that threaten to follow. A sob breaks from Choso’s raw throat, coming out as strangled and miserable as he feels.

“I’mb so-rry Yuji. I dodn’t kno-w what’s… eh’knchhuu-! whadt’s happedning…”

Yuji hums, running his fingers through Choso’s hair, brushing over his sweltering forehead.

“You have nothing to apologize for. This is part of being human. Trust me brother,” Yuji offers with a gentle grin, “I’d know.”

And with that single word, Choso finds the tears he’d been fighting begin to win the battle. His vision begins to fade again, but before he’s fully gone, he feels something warm begin to encase him.

“Wh- whadt ar-e you do-ing? hn’chhhuu-!”

“It’s a hug!” Yuji pauses, his expression taking on a sadder tint.

“Have… you never been hugged before..?”

In lieu of a response, Choso sinks into the embrace, leaning his head into Yuji’s shoulder, a sigh melting from his lips. A touch that feels distinctly human. Yuji’s laughter sounds far away, something warm in it guiding Choso deeper into the sleep that’s begun to nip at his brain.

“Feel better.”

It seems to echo from a place just out of sight, and Choso finds words too heavy for a response. Somehow, he knows one isn’t needed. Instead, he simply allows the warmth to swallow him.

Goodnight, brother.

#waterfallwrites #blame ithadtobesneezing for this one #she broke my chains that were keeping me from writing C/hoso #le SIGHHH- hehe~#consider this practice just to get my creativity flowing so i can work on the ACTUAL fics I need to finish!!#but for now- those of you who'd want it can take this lil project #do with it what you will hehe~ i just had fun #c/hoso #y/uji i/tadori #j/jk

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skitskatdacat63 · 6 months

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Hiii CATIE!!!!! HIII

Im pretty pretty sure people have already asked BUT HOW WAS ATTENDING THE US GP LIVE!!!! WAS???? TELL ME!! DO YOU HAVE PICS??? I know I know im late.

I ALSO HOPE YOU GOT HOME SAFE AND SOUND AND THAT YOU ARE RESTING NOW+!!!(I saw the chaos you went through im deeply sorry for you :( )

ANYWAYS HOW WAS THE RACE? HOW WAS EXPERIENCING STROLLONSO LIVE?????? AND omg did you get pics of drivers??? :00

You must must share pleaseeeeee.wax.poet

OH MY GOD ELLE SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! IT WAS VERY COOL!!!!! VERY SURREAL!!!!!! I've taken a week to answer this but uhhhh yes I am in fact home now 🥰 I got home at like 1 am which was cool....

First of all I have to mention this! I was fighting for my life walking thru the Austin airport(from sleep deprivation), and I had my Fernando hat on my backpack, right? Some girl comes up to me and asks if I'm going to the GP, I say yes. SHE GAVE ME A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET, I COULD'VE SOBBED 🥹 It says on it "wtf is a km", I'm still so happy

COTA was the first race I ever watched, so to be actually at that track and watch a race live there was extremely surreal! Very hot though my god 😵‍💫 I think last year it was pretty hot, right? And my brother kept sending me the temp and it was pretty okay, and then of fucking course the temp leaps up to 89-97°(31-36° Celsius btw) right in time for the gp....so that was nice(I say as I burn in the sun like a vampire. But don't worry I didn't even really tan at all 😭 I always wore a hat and a lot of sunscreen. And meanwhile my brother was literally a lobster)

(This is a long post):

So unfortunately I missed the drivers parade because my brother and I were dying on Saturday night and his friends wanted to go first thing in the morning, and we're like "we will go later actually 😊" and missed it entirely 😭😭😭 but his friends took pics of Mclaren and Aston for me!!!!! But unfortunately I havent gotten them still, so I'll have to reblog this later with those! I took a lot of pictures of the cars I took from behind the fence, which I think I've posted some of? Lmk if anyone wants those!! They're very random, I just thought it was very surreal to see the cars flying past, so I took a million.

The coolest part was definitely running on track after the race was over!!! Soooooo surreal, and so I'm only gonna post pics rn from Sunday(bcs pic limit on phone) and also I think everything else kinda pales in comparison(but of course lmk if there's anything you're interested in seeing 🤭)

Okay and did I see any drivers...? ONLY ONE BUT AAAAHHHH I DID SEE LANDO!!! Not even one of my favs but it was soooooo surreal to see him, even from afar. As you can see above, everyone standing on the fences was blocking the view 🙄, but during the podium, I was focusing my camera btwn their legs and got literally one second of Lando 😭 I think its a pretty aesthetic clip, so I gifed it!!

It was so funny, I went to the gp with my brother and friends, so all these older guys yeah. And I was showing this off to them on the ride home, and his one friend was praising me so much for it 😭😭 like: "oh my god!!!! You could put this in an edit !!! This is so sick!!!!"

Oh one other thing!!! I think I've mentioned it before but my god, my favorite f1 podiums are always the ones with confetti, right?? AND THERE WAS CONFETTI AT THIS RACE!!!

LOOK AT HOW PRETTYYYYY!!!! And so anyways, I picked up so much confetti off the ground and now it lives forever in my phone case 🥰🥰🥰 I have no other room for pics on this post(for now) but oh my godddddddddd most of the confetti were just rectangles BUT THERE WAS ALSO ONES SHAPED LIKE TEXAS!!! SO COOL!!!!! And I also picked up a bunch of tire marbles off the ground!!! And a piece of plastic that probably came off some car. It was so funny when all of us were just scrounging off the ground. My bro's one friend somehow found a piece of carbon fiber, and we're all like "how can I kill him in his sleep and steal this from him..." But no the highlight actually of that process was watching my brother sprint to the podium, but stopping and grabbing a bunch of gravel first to shove in his pocket 😭😭😭

The other two days were fun as well, but also a lot of just dying in the heat and drinking a fuckton of red bull, so there's not too much specifically to say! I really liked hearing the cars. I think if you wanna know what's actually going on in a race, watching from home is better, but hearing the cars go by and seeing them is just so fucking sick. It was so funny to see grown men be like "I think I'm going to cry hearing these cars." I was really flexing on them with "uhhh yeah I've already been to a gp already 🙄🙄"

Anyways I ended the day by breaking bank by buying my dad and myself Fernando shirts because he is of course Fernando's biggest fan 🥰🥰 and I bought the most delicious overpriced lemonade, which I only drank half of bcs my brother proceeded to accidentally elbow it out of my hand....

OH WAIT ONE MORE DETAIL LOL. On Friday, my brother and his friend were waiting in line for smth and I was talking to them outside of the barrier. I look down, hmm theres a red cap abandoned on the ground, I pick it up, it is in fact a Ferrari hat. And that is how my brother acquired a $40+ dollar hat for free. Lucky bastard....I was the who found it!

#there is my experience kinda summed up???? i #i wanted to wait to answer this until i got all the random misc photos but alas i sitll havent #but its still very sweet to me that theu took pics of the drivers parade for me 🥺🥺#he was like “here is mclaren!!! and here is aston!!!!” THANK YOU STILL 🥹🥹#oh fuck wait i forgot to mention a crucial detail #on the wah home from the gp my brother's tire popped 😭😭😭😭#and im ofc chilling in the car while these three car men(horse girls tbf) change the tire #and theyre all covered in grease and i say “what a great way to end the day!' and his friend turns around anf gives me this face: 😐#various misfortunes but it was fine!!! it was great!!!!! just tiring #OH YEAH THE KILLERS WAS PRETTY COOL AS WELL!!!!!#basically: everything was sick 😎#except every time oscar and nando did badly and i would fall dramatically onto the ground bcs that's the type of persom i am #thank you so much for asking elle 🥺🥺🥺#if you hadnt prompted i prob wouldve never ended up recapping it #all i can say is im incredibly lucky to have all the experiences i did this year #catie.rambling.txt #catie.asks.#*OH MY GOD YEAH ONE THIGN #*i bought a new phone beforew this gp. for this gp tbh. bcs of the camers. i think it paid off pretty well no? 🤭

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Mm not sure if this been asked before- but can One skateboard? Or basketball- (yes im using both of those as a verb) and if can how good is he?

I was gonna answer this one along with a bunch of other questions but due to the @tmntaucompetition turning into a basketball tournament I felt compelled to answer it now

First off, One doesn't really have much hobbies or things to do outside what Draxum orders him to, Draxum considers them a distraction from his training so he is not allowed to do any (he even stopped him from learning any healing for a long while because of this, but let him take it again later on but that's a whole other thing)

Still, One found a way to just do what he wants, he figured that as long as Draxum doesn't know and as long as it doesn't affect his performance training or on missions it will be okay.

I think I had already mention it somewhere (or maybe is in the drafts of another question) but One sneaks out of the house at night sometimes, he has insomnia but he doesn’t know it so he just considers it "free time" and he spends it wandering around the Hidden City and sometimes to practice his own hobbies a.k.a. skateboarding, playing basketball and doing some parkour. All of them he picked up by seeing some other kids doing it at some point and thinking "that's cool, I wanna do that" and he learnt to do it by just watching them and later on mimicking them.

So, while he knows how to do some tricks and has practiced them enough to be very good at them, he doesn’t know the names to anything and with basketball he doesn’t even know the rules, he just knows you bounce the ball and take shots to the hoop, he has never played with anyone before until his brothers come into the picture

The basketball and skateboarding are gonna play into the comic later on, also some other things he likes to do when he sneaks out :3c

#slau asks #slau story asks #slau childhood #@ the mod of the polls you dont have to reblog this #i just tagged you so people who dont know about it can hop on the madness 👉🏼👈🏼

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How did you become so interested in iasw? I’m genuinely curious and I would love to learn more about it! Also, what’s so special about… 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐂 𝐊 .

Would you believe me if I said it was literally an accident LOL...

Like okay. I grew up going to WDW and Disneyland (as well as other theme parks but those were the main two; my dad grew up going to WDW so the obsession has spanned generations I guess lmao) small world was always a must-do, but my main theme park interests as a kid lied within everything Epcot-related (and it still does)

Anyway, my last trip to WDW prior to getting the Disney parks as a special interest was in 2014. I went with my high school band and it was kind of a whole thing (high school drama shit + spring break week + having to do performances in band) so we didn't get the most park time possible. We wound up skipping small world which makes me Wonder if this interest would have been kick started sooner if we didn't skip it. But anyway. Fast forward to 2018. I am visiting my friend (and now roommate) who is watching a bunch of animatronic and theme park videos and I, a clueless man, decided to watch with her and it literally awoke a sleeper cell in my brain or something because I've been *nonstop* obsessed ever since 🧍

Like literally during that session of watching videos I designed my objecthead version of Clockboy. My life has not known peace ever sense, and tbh has drastically been altered (I'll get into that later)

But yeah the Autism(TM) made me have an insatiable hunger for knowledge about everything small world-related... I still don't know EVERYTHING about it, as there are lots of variations and history, etc. involving the installments of the attraction outside of Disneyland, but my main focus is the original world's fair & Disneyland version of the attraction (since they're the same thing... Mostly) as well as IASW facades in general...

There are tons of people who have equally as niche interests within the attraction's history which I think is SO cool. Like the fact that this nearly 60 year old ride has enough meat on its bones to have whole sub-groups of what people like about it is endearing

The history about it is what has drawn me into it (aside from the funny clock) because it almost didn't happen! There was a near missed connection between a Pepsi exec and Walt Disney himself that, had that not happened, we wouldn't have gotten the ride at all. I don't want to relay the entire history here (the Imagineering Story & Behind the Attraction episodes about the world's fair attractions get into it, as well as a plethora of YouTube videos documenting the ride), but that story about the beginnings of it is so dear to me, and I can't explain why.

But anyway, since my primary focus is the original attraction and facades, I've done some reading about imagineers Mary Blair and Rolly Crump, who have become two of my favorite visual artists and large inspirations for me. Crump has a few books and interviews out that have been interesting to read, but admittedly I've had a hard time finding firsthand accounts from Blair herself. I'm sure some art out there but finding them has been tricky since I don't get a lot of time to do research in general (the stuff by Crump was all found on accident, and he also had the benefit of being alive until 2023 so getting firsthand accounts from him was easier)

Otherwise I am just... Constantly googling stuff and looking for old pictures and merchandise related to IASW. It gets me a lot of answers, surprisingly. I go to Disneyland at least once a month to go ride it and visit my boy.

Still not entirely sure WHY my brain fixated on IASW and the clock specifically, but that's just the hand I was dealt I guess 🤷 don't get me wrong, I still love Epcot stuff and have other silly theme park guys I love (RX-24.... 🥺) but the small world clock has such a stronghold on my brain and I genuinely don't think he's leaving any time soon LOL

It's so funny to me because 6 years ago, I would never have guessed this would have been my next special interest. I was working at a job I liked decently enough. I was still dropped out of school and had no urge to go back, and I was considering moving to Seattle... But now I work in a theme park doing a job I never saw myself having (which is fine, I like my job!), I'm back in school (pursuing a degree I hope I can spin into a career in theme park design 🤞), and I live in California now. Wild how that happens.

The small world clock may not be special to most people (I mean, a lot of people DO like him, I see tons of people taking photos in front of small world with him as the backdrop!) but he is extremely special to me. I treasure him so so so much, and do genuinely think my life has been better with him in it... It's silly that a funny clock face has done So Much to my brain and life but :'-) I love him so it's okay!

Anyway sorry that this is long and sappy LOL, you happened to ask this close to the 6 year anniversary of me getting into small world (it's on March 31 to be exact 😊) so it made me reflect a bit lol

TL;DR sources for more IASW info:

The Imagineering Story Episode 1: The Happiest Place on Earth (1964-1965 New York World's Fair stuff is about 35 min in) -- on Disney+

Behind the Attraction Episode 8: "it's a small world" -- on Disney+

"it's kind of a cute story" by Rolly Crump (interviews; written down by Jeff Heimbuch)

Defunctland's 1964-1965 NYWF video talks about it a decent amount if I remember right

any pictorial souvenir guides about the attraction (currently, and slowly, working on scanning mine in, and will share them once I do, but they're up on eBay a lot if you collect that sort of thing)

Sorry I don't have 🏴‍☠️ links for the D+ stuff or the book but I currently don't have the spoons to search for them

#hi. this is long so read more #sorry if u wanted a short answer

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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Some tag games...

@roos-bowl-o-soup found some quizzes and tagged us all so here I go to do a bunch. The fact that I had so many sim plans for today and yet the update dropped is totally unrelated. Random picture because infants are adorable!

I'm tagging EVERYONE who follows me and needs something to do while we wait for the dust to settle from this update! Do one quiz, do them all, ignore me and do none! All are valid choices.

What Kind of Love are you?

Love as the Dawn

Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.

Aww this is a cute answer! They definitely know I'm a romantic

What Colour is Your Aura?

Gold

lion statues, coins, gold leafing, bound books, goldfinches, crowns, heart lockets. your essence is gold: you are a noble heart who believes in your own strength. you stand against your fear; if you can deny something exists, you will not see it, it cannot touch you. you are enduring and strong -- but watchful, for anyone can grow fangs. you are the monarch. you are the leader of the rebellion. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of cream, yellow, marigold, and moss, who share your ambitions. you are also drawn to the forthright crimson and umber, who will help you grow and find genuine confidence in the face of uncertainty. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-involved personalities of magenta and forest who are unconscious of their own feelings.

Not sure on this one, maybe it's because my favourite drinks were not an option...

What Kind of Art Are You?

Music

You are ever changing and always beautiful. Your emotions can quickly snap from one to another, but regardless of the emotion, you always fill other's lives with a sense of meaning.

Well my taste in music is definitely eclectic...

What Piece of Synesthesia Art Are You?

Mozart's Symphony 40

you're reliable and sophisticated! your friends know that they can always lean on you, and you're incredibly supportive. you like to help whenever you can! but you're also a little chaotic-- your head gets scrambled up and you overthink. your quick thinking and cool head help you untangle that, though. you're gonna do just fine, bud! remember that you can say no to stuff if you need to put yourself first, though, okay? i might diagnose you with lan wangji from mdzs if i were a character diagnosing doctor.

Can't believe I'm being called out for my overthinking like this...

What Genre of Book Were You Written For and Did You Survive to The End

Written for an adventure book where you survived the final battle

You love exploration and finding the reason behind things. You have experienced a lot of obstacles in your life but somehow have managed to push past them all. Even though it has been hard and tiring, you still reached the end of story where you are finally able to be free from any of those obstacles.

#dag dag or tag tag #I had such plans for today #Might try launching without updating #We will see

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burnwater13 · 3 months

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Concept art Christian Alzmann, Din Djarin holding Grogu, Din Djarin's back is to the viewer. The Mandalorian, Season 1 concept development.

Grogu looked around and wondered what the heck was up with this planet. The place they landed seemed a lot like Coruscant or Naboo or, well, Grogu didn’t know another planet like it. The place they landed wasn’t actually a starport, it was more of a port, port. For ships. Water ships. Which was kind of cool and a couple of the water ships looked like the N-1, which made him wonder if this planet actually had a starport somewhere and they just hadn’t found it.

It seemed like a nice enough place. They were walking down the street and no one seemed to care. No one. They got a bunch of funny looks, but no one drew a blaster on them. No one even pointed at them and laughed. One person walked over to them and took a vid with them. A vid!

That had been a funny sequence of events. Grogu’s dad had walked over to this one lady and asked her if she knew where they could find a privy. She didn’t seem to understand Huttese, so then Din Djarin had tried Jawa Trade Language. No luck. Then Mando’a, which Grogu thought was ludicrous. You only had to look around and realize that Mandalorians had never lived on a planet this pretty.

Finally his dad said, “I wonder if they know Tusken sign language?”

“Oh, you speak English? I was wondering… could I take a photo with you? Your costume is amazing and your uh sidekick there… wow… is it a puppet? It’s amazingly realistic.”

She was speaking Gal Basic, but Grogu had no idea why she thought he was a puppet. He was clearly not a puppet. He was about to say something when his dad shook his head ‘no’. Grogu sighed, but didn’t protest.

“Ah. Fine. Can you point us to a cantina or an inn after that?”

“A cantina? Just down at the end of the pier area you’ll find some food trucks. Maybe try there?”

Then she stood next to them, held up some sort of small device and told them both to smile. Grogu wanted to laugh at that. Was she related to his mom? How else would she be able to tell if his dad was smiling?

Grogu would have liked to have talked to her a little longer but she had said a word he understood really well and that mattered to him deeply at that point in time. Food. He wasn’t sure why trucks of food were waiting any where but he wasn’t going to look a gift fathier in the muzzle. He wanted his dad to head down that way sooner rather than later and hopefully they would find a privy on their way.

His dad thanked her and they walked down the pier until they reached the trucks.

They were the strangest trucks Grogu had ever seen. First they weren’t floating. He’d never seen a speeder truck that didn’t float when it was stationary. Then they had pictures all over them. Some of them showed food. Others showed images that weren’t food, but at least they were brightly colored. He liked that. And he liked that they smelled good. Better than good really. They smelled like food cooking. Hot and fresh. Yum.

Grogu went to jump out of the soft cloth bag his dad was using to carry him, but again, his dad shook his head ‘no’.

“Buddy, I don’t think the people on this planet have met anyone like you before. I think it’s better that we kind of keep you under wraps. Okay?”

Grogu nodded his head, but he wasn’t actually listening to his dad. He was too busy smelling the delicious smell of some sort of meaty stuff that was spicy and a little sweet. It was coming from one of the funny trucks with a flame painted on a white background.

Then Grogu did something he’d never done before. He used the Force on his dad.

Yes. He’s used the Force before. But not on his dad. He really wanted the Mandalorian to take him to the white food truck because it smelled so great. There were only a couple of people standing there and they weren’t paying attention to Din Djarin or Grogu at all, although people standing near the other trucks were starting to point and stare..

“White Flame”, Grogu thought really loudly in his dad’s brain.

His dad stopped and looked down at him.

“Buddy, just ask next time. I understand that you’re hungry. I don’t know if they take credits here or if I’ll have to find a credit exchange.”

Grogu was about to respond to him, when a tall man with dark, curly hair noticed them.

“Wow. Great costume man. You buy that at an auction?” The man asked his dad.

Grogu imagined that this is what Paz Vizsla looked like without his armor. Funny meeting one of his relatives here, wherever here was.

“No. My tribe’s armorer made it. Tell me. Do they take New Republic credits here?”

“Hey, Roy! Come look at this guy. He’s got the best cos-play… Wait, did you say New Republic credits?”

Not-Paz seemed shocked by that.

“Yes. The food smells good. My son would like some.”

Grogu looked up at Not-Paz and coo’d a greeting. He didn’t think he was breaking any rules doing that.

“Your son? That’s Yoda.” The big man pointed at Grogu and he saw his dad subtly shift his right hand onto the grip of his blaster.

“No. His name is Grogu.”

Grogu grinned at Not-Paz. He seemed pretty startled by Grogu’s name. A lot of people were until they got to know him. He just hoped his dad wouldn’t take that poorly. Grogu thought that he must be a friend if he knew Master Yoda. Right?

{Let me know if you want more of this story.}

#calendar prompt a day #din djarin #grogu #the mandalorian

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quibbs126 · 1 year

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Today I learned there’s a bunch of interesting shrimp, and now I want them as Cookies

I’m just going to list some I found today. I’ve already talked about Pistol Shrimp, so I won’t talk about it here

Harlequin Shrimp:

Like where do these things start and end? I don’t know, but they look really cool. I heard they can also change color based on their mood. If you were to make them a Cookie, I’d say make them a clown, perhaps for a rival circus to the Big Top Circus (that was the name of Banana and Ice Juggler’s circus, right?)

Amano Shrimp:

Okay, so maybe they’re not the most interesting looking, and maybe also not the most interesting, but still. Though also I hear that they change color based on their diet? I dunno. But what I was looking at that I thought was interesting was that they’re apparently very active cleaners. I feel like you could make them a cleaner that’s also very particular about messes, and perhaps a bit of a germaphobe? Like, if they see a mess, they just have to clean it

Vampire Shrimp:

(They apparently come in multiple colors, so I just got a few different pictures of different colors)

I think what makes them most interesting is that despite their size (apparently they’re pretty big, at least for shrimp) and name, they’re apparently rather calm and non aggressive. Also they’re supposedly pretty shy and reclusive. Honestly, it kind of reminded me of Dark Choco Cookie, which is probably a big reason I like them. Also they’re very big and bulky, which makes them look kind of cute to me, I don’t know why. Also they only come out at night, which is probably another reason for their name

I don’t have much in terms of ideas for a Vampire Shrimp Cookie, other than people finding them scary at first, only to realize they’re really not. I just wanted to show you them (also I feel like using this for a Dark Choco/Lobster kid if I ever do one)

Ghost/Glass Shrimp:

I mostly just added them because it’s an easy “ghost Cookie” if you wanted to have one. Also they’re see through, which is cool

Bay Ghost Shrimp:

Apparently these shrimps are soft, or at least softer than other shrimp. Also they have asymmetrical claws, as you can see. They apparently spend a lot of time burrowing. I’m also running out of ideas for how to turn this into a Cookie, but I thought it was neat. I suppose it would be something pertaining to its digging abilities

I think I’m gonna stop here, but still, cool shrimp

Edit: oh, also, another one, Boxer Shrimp, also known as Banded Coral Shrimp, among other names

Apparently they use their claws to clean fish and remove things like algae and parasites from them to eat. Also they can sense fish with their antenna apparently. I’d say either go the obvious route of a boxer, or something to do with their cleaning thing, though I don’t know what. Perhaps some sort of doctor? Maybe just confined to other sea creatures?

Also Fairy Shrimp

I wasn’t able to find much on them, but they’re relatively large and slow and typically used as food. Also they like to swim upside down. They’d probably make for a more cute Cookie

You know, I find it kind of ironic how I’m now thinking shrimp are really cool, despite the fact that my dad is allergic to shrimp (and I’m not sure if I am), and my family just generally dislikes seafood

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