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undersiders drip
Taylor: either wearing the most boring, bland clothes you can imagine or the most elegant dresses, no in-between. trends towards the former 9 times out of 10
Lisa: actively competing for drippest, with styles that are in this strange area between preppy and indie but somehow look great-except in the morning. in the morning you're lucky to see her wearing more then an oversized shirt and some pjs.
Brian: a good mix of practicality and style. leather jackets with slacks and a touch of goth here and there. wondering how many times he can wear band tshirts and get away with it before Aisha notices.
Rachel: almost exclusively jeans, tanktops and jackets. tried a long-sleeved shirt once and it ripped from her biceps.
Aisha: practically the icon for emo punk girls everywhere. she does not own a single pair of pants that haven't been strategically ripped, and if an accessory doesn't have spikes, she's not wearing it.
Alec: Dresses almost exclusively to piss people off by mismatching different kinds of clothing and aesthetics. occasionally will come out with a stunningly good outfit just to keep everyone else on their toes
Sabah: competing with Lisa for drippest. has a closet full of pre-organized outfits for the week. lots of layers, specific color palettes. academia aesthetics.
Lily: midway point between Brian and Rachel. sticks to leather jackets, jeans and boots for the most part, but if Sabah asks nicely will occasionally wear a suit.
#worm#wormblr#parahumans#undersiders#taylor hebert#lisa wilbourn#brian laborn#aisha laborn#alec vasil#rachel lindt#Sabha#Lily#“tsk what the fuck is this” idk man#it just came to me#definitely in an au of some kind#i don't think any of the undersiders actually give a shit beyond maybe lisa and brian what they wear in their civvies#fun to think about them getting to be kids for once thou
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Fic idea I'll probably never write:
Actor Bradley + still naval aviator Jake AU
Bradley was a theater kid and he was a really good theatre kid - his last high school won a national award for a musical he had the main male role and a play he's the main character and his theater club teacher encouraged him to send audition tape for acting schools. He does, just to get her off his back and he gets further auditions for Juilliard and Tisch, somehow.
Mav, who is trying very hard to change Bradley's plans to join the Navy by encouraging him to apply to as many colleges as he can, tells him to go, just in case he likes it. He gets a spot in Juilliard around the same time he finds out Mav pulled his papers from USNA. It's supposed to be just something to fill the time until he can join NOCS when he gets his degree, he doesn't actually think he'll be an actor full time, he just wants to be as far away from Mav and Ice as he can.
Things happen fast - he has his first Broadway role before he graduates. Within the next few years, he stars in an extremely popular TV show in one of the main male roles, he's got a side role in a box office breaking movie, and then he gets cast as the main character for a series of action movies (ala MI or FaF). He's one of those actors that does dangerous stunts himself and who is called a madman by most of his co-stars and gets a reputation as the crazy but absolutely the funniest and kindest guy ever who stars in way too many productions every year. Fans know him as the guy who engages in charity work, donates and promotes charities for orphans, veterans and minorities and as the guy that goes to random bars and sings musical numbers on untuned pianos. His main revenue are the popular action movies but he stars in more traditionally demanding roles for the challenge (dramas, tragedies, thrillers) and romantic comedies and musicals for funnsies and in indie movies way under his budget for the sake of artistic creation.
(Mav and Ice watched every single production he had been in, a few unavailable Broadway productions aside. Most of them, they have on DVDs.)
He had a lot of luck because his breaking side role was directed by one guy and that guy loved him and pushed him into many of his movies later and then the same happened with another two directors.
His career hits a tough point when his sexuality comes out (unwillingly). There are rumors and a lot of people who were fans of his action movies come around and talk shit about him and he decides to take a break from acting for a bit.
He's a year into the break when his friendly director calls and says he's got a military action movie for him. A movie about naval aviators, about fighter pilots. To be filmed raw, in real planes, in real flight, with real pilots.
Bradley says no straight away. But then his friend is like, I know you've got a pilot licence already and you fly planes for fun, don't you want to share the fun with the rest of the cast, don't you want to fly a fighter jet?
Bradley has always wanted to fly a fighter jet, that's what hurts most about it all, so he agrees.
He hasn't talked to Mav or Ice for over fifteen years when he finds out that the Dagger Squadron the cast got their assigned pilots from is led by Pete Maverick Mitchell and said Pete Maverick Mitchell is going to be performing the most demanding jet stunts needed for the movie.
Bradley's assigned pilot for the rest of the film is a very reluctant Jake Hangman Seresin.
Hangman doesn't watch movies and definitely not action movies. He's a romantic comedy kinda guy because his life is an action movie with ad breaks for paper work and training. So he doesn't know Bradley and like hell he's going to be flying for some hollier than thou actor - he's going to put him in his place and make him puke as many times as possible the minute he sits in his backseat.
It doesn't work. Bradshaw doesn't puke once. He's almost impressed.
He's definitely impressed when Bradshaw stops by the Hard Deck, looking absolutely not like someone who earns millions every year, wearing an old Hawaiian shirt, an old pair of jeans, sunglasses and a worn out Casio watch, and Nikes that have seen better days and sits down at the piano with Jake's squad and bursts out songs after songs, sounding like a freaking angel. He has to leave when people start asking about autographs from left and right.
Maybe Bradshaw is hot, whatever. He still doesn't think he's a big deal, he's probably a mediocre actor at best, some pretty boy with rich parents that could send him to acting school and who probably grew up with money that could buy him a career.
They have problems working together, obviously, and Bradley is like, fuck that, and tells him the address of a private airport and tells him to show up at four.
Jake thinks he's going to make him fly a small private plane for the sake of bonding but instead Bradshaw packs into the passenger seat of a new piston sport plane and starts it off. Doesn't explain anything, just takes Jake up in the sky, ignores his chatter until they're in the air space where he can do some funny bits and maneuvers.
At some point, the plane tells him Bradshaw is pulling 6 Gs.
In the end, Bradshaw tells him, "I don't care what you think of me, I just want you to fly the goddamn plane like I'd."
And okay, maybe Hangman starts finding him a bit hot.
He googles him. And watches some of his movies. And his rom coms and his musicals and he reads and reads and maybe Bradshaw isn't that bad.
They start to talk between film takes and then he takes Bradshaw to relax to a taco stand where he won't be recognised. Then to an ice cream place, and bowling, and surfing, and then again and again, until finally, Bradley lands at Jake's house.
In Jake's bed.
Everything would be absolutely fine but not even a few days later not only tabloids find out all about Bradshaw's gay navy romance - his sexual orientation being a topic Bradley's been avoiding as much as he could in the past year - but also about all the things he's told Jake during their dates, like about Goose and about his (unnamed) Navy gay parents and about how tough it was for him in college and then how tough it was being in the closet while in the industry.
Obviously, Bradley thinks the worst about Jake and how all that info surfaced.
(this gets somehow resolved but I didn't think that far - they get together and Bradley reconciles with Mav and Ice and they have an awkward meet the parents moment when Hangman finds out)
#hangster#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#sorry brain rot moment needed to be articulated or else#fic ideas#op#charlie writes
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Comforting them: Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond One-Eye Targaryen
|Headcanons|
Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!
English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.
A/N: So ep.10 got leaked...Poor Vhagar, old girl probs just acted out of habit. Can't blame her tho. If some kid spat in my face out of nowhere, I'd probs do the same.
He just can't catch a break. Especially with Aemond around.
Kid throws him under the bus 24/7
"Aegon told me", "Aegon did it", "It was Aegon's idea", etc.
Their lord father ignores them for the most of it and lets the two do what they want.
He wishes he could say the same about their mother.
Not spending enough time with his siblings? Smack. Teaching young Aemond dirty jokes he'd heard from strangers on the Street of Silk? Smack.
She definitely beat his ass once she found out he'd taken Aemond to a brothel. It was bad. Aegon walked around the castle with an imprint of the Queen's hand on his face for a week straight.
"You should be watching over them! They're just children!"
His mother often forgot he was a child himself.
He'd start to shut off to the world.
Then your paths will cross.
He's so deprived of affection, Aegon can't help himself but to stick to you like glue the moment you show concern for his well-being.
From that moment on, he runs to you whenever something bad happens.
His father yells at him? Off he goes, searching for you.
His mother slaps him around? He shows up at your door late at night and without saying a word, throws himself into your hands.
You're the only person he truly loves and cares for.
Years pass. You two- no longer children.
When the Queen breaks the news to him that he'll have to marry his sister, he simply shrugs his shoulders.
"No."
"I don't believe I asked for your opinion on the matter, Aegon."
"And yet here I am, telling you it won't happen. I'm not marrying Helaena."
"Then who? Who will take you?"
"I've got someone in mind."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
He comes back to you later that evening, lower lip split and bloody, a bruise on his cheek.
He's smiling from ear to ear.
"We're getting married, you and I."
"Come again?"
The Queen had relented after a long monologue on his side.
Long story short, he'd explained to her how you'd been there for him through all these years. How you were the only person that had ever showed love and affection for him. How he'd rather jump from the highest tower of the Red Keep, than have to spend the rest of his life without you.
He'd always been a manipulative little shit.
But he was yours and you were his.
You live your happily ever after.
Together.
He'd tried everything at this point.
He even prayed once.
Still, no dragon.
He hated the Dragon Pit.
Standing around as his brother and nephews bonded with their dragons was painful to watch.
Not to mention the three princes always made fun of him.
Then came the day he had the displeasure of meeting the Pink Dread.
You were walking around the enormous castle while your lord father was busying himself with discussing "urgent matters" with the King. You came across a guard dragging this dirty white haired boy in the opposite direction, towards the Queen's private quarters.
"What happened to you?
"A dragon."
He didn't know you.
That bugged him to no end.
Not long after, Aemond approached you.
He was spoiled and arrogant, that much was obvious.
Then his brother and nephews appeared, as if out of nowhere. His confidence -poof- gone.
"Brother, will you be accompanying us to the Dragon Pit? It's about time you take the almighty Pink Dread for a ride, don't you think?"
The boys left him there, red-faced and squeezing his small fists in rage.
You tried asking, but he ran off.
An hour or so later, Aemond was back.
He told you all about the cruel jokes.
About how he'd do anything to have a dragon of his own.
Kid actually cried a bit.
Made you swear to never say a word about it.
Instead of cowering in fear, you offered a sad smile. And a bear hug. Like, one of those that damn near breaks every bone in your upper body.
Ooh, that's all the young prince needed to develop the fattest crush on you.
You turn into a permanent resident of the Red Keep.
Don't ask. He has his ways.
First thing he does after coming back to King's Landing on dragon back was head for your chambers.
"Guess what?"
"Oh Gods, Aemond! What happened?! Are you alright?!"
"Nevermind that, guess how I got back here?"
"Who did this to you?"
"Ugh, just come with me."
He drags you all the way to Vhagar.
You and the large dragon stare at eachother as the prince smiles like a madman.
Something inside you is telling you that you and the beast shared the same thought. He's mad. Completely fucking insane.
You knocked his ass to the ground right then and there.
You could've swore Vhagar let at a huff of approval as she watched you try and knock some sense into Aemond.
He never bothered to wear his eyepatch around you.
You might have hinted to him that blue suits him.
Yep, you chose the sapphire yourself. He insisted.
It turns sour once the people around court start staring and commenting on his appearance.
All it took was for you to have a little chit-chat with one or two noble ladies for the rest to quiet down.
Still, Aemond's insecurity grew with the years.
Good thing he had you around to reassure him.
"Gods, you look fine. That damn patch won't grow legs and run off, Aemond. Relax."
"Hmmmmm..."
He's definitely blushing every time you say something like that
You've definitely had to kick Aegon's ass a few times.
Aemond wasn't sure if it was even possible, but he sorta fell more in love with you every time you dragged his brother to him, so Aegon could apologize for his rudeness.
The years went by quickly.
One day you receive a letter from your lord father. He'd decided to marry you off to some Lannister lord.
You run to Aemond. Tears streaming down your face, the letter from your father still in your hand.
He quickly snatches it from you. The second the words settle in, he turns his back on you and leaves you to stand there, heartbroken and confused.
Both him and Vhagar dissappear from the capital for a few days. Absolutely no one knows where they are.
He returns not long after, during the hour of the wolf.
"You'll be marrying no Lannister. Not while I'm around."
"What did you do?"
"Nevermind that, the matter is settled."
"You idiot, what did you do?"
"Ugh, just come with me."
He drags you to the throne room.
His whole family is there, along with the High Septon.
You get where this is going.
You two get married that same night.
#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen fanfic#hotd fanfic#game of thrones#hotd#aegon ii x reader#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#headcanon#requests open
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Top 7 idol list?
I was saving this so I could draw it at some point but oh my god I am SWAMPED and can't see myself with time to do it so top list umm.
1- Shiver. I think this is self-explanatory. I love Asian women so much (I'm Asian before anyone starts raising any eyebrows) and her personality is so funny. She's incredibly theatrical and dramatic and has this big persona that she puts on that falls apart SO quickly when it comes to her friends but otherwise she is fierce!! A force to be reckoned with!! But also a sopping wet little guy.
2- Marina. I love women in STEM I LOVE women in STEM so much. My two immediate draws are like... Traditional-looking Asian woman and Smart Woman so. Marina is such a fascinating character and it's always a shame to see her so heavily uwu-ified, she's super smart and she has a lot going on besides just her attachment to Pearl!! But TBH her attachment to Pearl is part of what endeared her to me. Girl who has experienced The Horrors and is kind of a living supercomputer becomes sappy mush when Girlfriend Flashbang. She was also the one who lowkey got me into Splatoon simply by being the prettiest Nintendo character I'd ever seen as a kid.
3- Pearl. I hesitate to put Pearl above Frye because really they're super tight in my head but the only thing that knocks her up a peg is that her dialogue is a lot more fun for me to write in English (Frye talks really interestingly too! She genuinely speaks like an old man in the Japanese but that's just not reflected in the English). I love her so much because at so many moments where she could choose to be snarky or witty with Marina or anyone else, she always chooses kindness and she's always so supportive in her own spunky little way. She's so genuine and fun and silly and self assured and confident and she's so COOL. I hate drawing her hair though. I actually used to kinda hate Pearl as a kid because I fell for the forehead propaganda but I know better now.
4- Frye. LIKE I SAID in my head Frye and Pearl are tied. I love Frye she's such a sweetheart and she has such a fun fierceness about her. She cares deeply for her friends and she keeps her cool the best out of all of her friends in Deep Cut and she DANCES!! Her character design is one of the most interesting designs I've had the pleasure of drawing a shit ton of times and despite being team Shiver nearly every time I get really sad whenever she doesn't win Splatfests :( She deserves it (and tbh I think she deserved to be the leader of Deep Cut but don't @ me on that)
5- Marie. I wish I had more opinions on Marie but given that my earliest hands-on exposure to Splatoon was Sp2 when my friend used to let me walk around as her Octoling and play a little bit of Salmon Run (lost outpost my beloved wherefore art thou) and I've never played Sp1 or 2's campaign I can't really say anything about her other than I think she's really pretty. I think she's often characterized as the more flippant and low-energy one which is a cool thing to see in an idol (who are typically meant to be all smiles) but she's also really silly! She cracks a lot of jokes in the Sp3 campaign!! She's also just really cool and really pretty and white is one of my favorite colors
6- Big Man. LISTEN!!!! I LOVE HIM I REALLY DO BUT Frye-Pearl are soooo close together in my head and I feel only a little less strongly about him than Pearl but I really really love him. He's a blast to draw and honestly he's a lot more fun in the Japanese since Frye and Shiver have extremely thick accents and he's the only one who talks like Just Some Guy. He helps reign them in but he can rarely control them. He's such a lovable little dude.
7- Callie. Love the girl but I've never once resonated with her. I don't do well in the way of happy-go-lucky fun types but I don't hate her! I think she's got a lot of room to be interesting. My friend characterizes her with some flaws relating to like. Octarian prejudice which I think is pretty dope. And I'm not a huge pink fan... But I WILL say she is one of the most fun to draw.
#tiz's inbox#a loooong one#i just finished a huge assignment and i have another one i have to do which is why i am biding my time doing. irrelevant things#tiz talks
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Excuse my brain rot and the fact that I was a theatre kid BUT-
What Shakespearean Monologue I Want to See Each BG3 Companion Perform
Wyll
“O Soft, What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks” from Romeo and Juliet
Of course. There is no other option.
This man is a hopeless romantic and, I adore him, would not get the point of the play but would have so much fun playing Romeo.
Everyone in the cast would also be hopelessly in love with him.
(Bonus) “Once More Upon the Breech!” from Henry V
Oh this man would KILL this monologue. The battle cry? The rousing of his men against an impossible task? It’s what he was made to do, it’s what the character was built for.
Equal and opposite to how he’d absolutely slay as Romeo, he would make an amazing Henry.
Karlach
“O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You” from Romeo and Juliet
I almost, almost gave this to Astarion because I think he could also do it justice, but he already had two monologues.
Just… love u Karlach you can say whatever nonsense and I will nod along. Also absolutely ragging on your friend and getting carried away in the bit feels very in character for her.
I feel like she doesn’t really do acting but she would come support her friend’s productions however she could.
Astarion
“To Be Or Not To Be” from Hamlet
Hear me out; I think it would either be so over dramatic or the best damn rendition you’ve ever heard.
Contemplation of mortality, pain, existence? Astarion is at his best when he’s having an existential crisis.
This man was also just built to play Hamlet. You could replace this with “‘Tis now the very witching hour of night,” “O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt” Or any of his soliloquies and what I said still goes.
(Bonus) “Dost Thou Not Suspect My Place?” from Much Ado About Nothing
This is one of the best comedic monologues Shakespeare has to offer and I won’t be told otherwise
Specifically based on the line of Dogberry describing himself as a tasty piece of flesh while also being Dogberry and flouncing about, being hysterical, because someone called him an ass.
(Bonus 2) (Sorry this man is very Shakespeare coded) He would be such a good Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Just a little shit.
Gale
“O, She Misused Me Past the Endurance of a Block!” From Much Ado About Nothing
Just as I think Astarion was built to play Hamlet, Gale was built to play Benedick.
He’s just enough of an ass but also fucking comedic enough to pull this off and make it hysterical. Like Benedick, he also just keeps talking.
(Bonus) Lear’s Storm Monologues
I think at his worst, Gale could do Lear some fuckin justice in his performance of that specific piece, and that slow descent into madness.
Lae’zel
“I Would Eat His Heart In The Marketplace” from Much Ado About Nothing
It’s a take I’m so here for and I think she’d get really into scolding Benedick for being a dishonorable coward.
Just think about the potential delivery of “Oh! If I were a man! I’d eat his heart in the marketplace!” gives me chills.
I don’t ship Lae’zel and Gale necessarily but I think if you put them in a production of Much Ado together it would be cemented as a bar-standard production.
Shadowheart
“O What a Noble Mind Been O’erthrown” from Hamlet
She kins Ophelia and you can’t tell me otherwise. Also specifically, in this, the context of being used as a pawn by everyone in her life feels appropriate.
(Bonus) Let her play Joan of Arc in Henry VI. I don’t know why she’s so Joan of Arc coded in my brain but let her do it.
Halesin
“All the World’s a Stage” from As You Like It
This one is the one I’m least confident about but the world-weary and worn nature that it can take on feels very Halesin and I think he would do a performance in such a way that it sends you spiraling into an existential crisis.
(Bonus) Minthara
“And Dash’d the Brains Out!” from Macbeth
Again, I just think Minthara would kill as Lady Macbeth.
But, I don’t think “Out damn spot” would be where she shined; I think these moments of absolute murder and ambition would.
Also inspired by the production (in DC I think?) where they had to cut Lady Macbeth literally smashing a baby doll on rocks during this monologue because the audience found it too disturbing.
#this took me way too long please enjoy#I love Shakespeare so much and have brain rot#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 shitpost#baldur's gate 3#bg3 memes#baldur's gate 3 memes#bg3 meme
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First Impressions (will be adding as I play)
DOMESTIC ZELINK THEH ARE SO FUCKING CUTE (like PLS he is such a gentleman and is still a short king, we stan— and Zelda always worried about him 🥺)
Link lost an arm to protect Zelda. My guy sets a HIGH BAR
Once I fully understand zonai devices it’s over for you bitches
Rauru my main man gets a love interest. What a dude
NOOOO NOT THE WAY THE MASTER SWORD GOES TO ZELDY IN THE PAST IM SO AHSJKDJSBAHSJZ I MISS FI SO MUCH
yo Hyrule be lookin DIFFERENTT AND OMG EVERYONE IS LOOKING FOR ZELDA AND LINK
Fucking SHOOT ME IT WOULD BE LESS PAINFUL THAN SEEING HOW MUCH EVERYONE CARES ABOUT THEM LIKE ????? GODDDDDD
DID A TREE JUST FUCKING ATTACK ME WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SHIT IS THIS those scrubs really upped themselves ig
TULIN MY CHILD IVE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED THAT IS MY SON!!!!!! THATS MY BOY!!!!! lol I love that the game points you towards Rito first bc no matter what the game wanted me to do, I was going to Rito village first bc I wanted to see all my CHILDRENN
Where the FUCK is Kass.
Not me avoiding both the entire East portion of the map in preference of going to Gerudo to see Riju
YOOOOO GIBDOS????? Need the suns song
OH LIGHTNINGGGGGG interesting I am DIGGING THIS and we get to go into Gerudo without disguise???? BANGERRRRRRR
I want my HORSE 🥲 silence my trusty white stallion where art thou
I’ve made it to Hateno and I’m fucking sick of these Koroks, like get up you lazy tree spirit are you fucking KIDDING me
ZELDA’S HOUSE!!!!! IS!!! THE!!!! HATENO!!!! HOUSE!!!! THEY LIVED TOGETHER!!! We been knew but OH MY GOD ITS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS WITH ALL THESE IMPLICATIONS. HIS HAIR TIE. THENEW TUNIC. THE KIDS DRAWING OF ZELDA. I AM GOING FERAL THEY ARE SO GODDAMN DOMESTIC
Yo where the FUCK is Kass.
Okay okay I’m having a time with paragliding so I’m just going to do Rito Village’s thing so I can get Tulin’s power
Lmao they’re not gunna kill off the babies like they did with the last champions…. Right?
LOL OKAY OKAY COOL THEY WONT CRISIS AVERTED but MAN I’ve fucked myself bc it is nearly 5a and my sister is coming over at 8a 💀
my HORSEEEE I HAVE MY HORSE BACK yo that is TRULY the best thing I missed my horse so much
Okay now I’m going to do the tears of the dragon quest bc WOOOOOHWEEEEE I miss Zelda
This was a fucking mistake it is 3am and I have to be up in four hours for work and I’m SOBBING bc ZELDA HAS SACRIFICED SO FUCKING MUCH I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK NINTENDO
At least I have the sword 🥲
I’m loving everyone sending asks and talking to me about this game I love each of you SO MUCH… not as much as I love Tulin and Riju but still LOL
Yo I’m so fucking sad bc of Zelda rn I think I’m just gunna get a shit ton of shrines and explore the depths
THE DEPTHS ARE SO FUN AND COOL!!! I also think I found a temple in eldin ???? COOOOOOOOLLLLL !!!!!
What’s not cool? Yunobo being all macho macho man bruh when that is not the sensitive little Goron I know and love. Marbled rock roast? Sureeee Cuz that’s not suspicious.
Okay I’m going to avoid Zora’s domain and head to the great plateau…. Why the fuck is the Old Man’s Cabin inhabited by the Sheikah what the fuck is this
Okay so the Yiga are just camped out in Akkala too??? Bitches. Next thing you know Kohga is alive and in the depths LMAO
Now I’m going to Zora’s Domain bc it’s my last pit stop before I actually continue the story LOL… scratch that Imma head to Tarrey Town and see how the fam is doin! And !!! Hudson has a daughter!! Guess that answers my question as to how long it’s been between games lmao
I keep procrastinating Zora’s Domain OOOOFT but I’ll go there now for reals—Sidon is engaged??? Man was like “Omg bestie it’s been forevs btw this is my fiancé” like damn okay how long has it been since Link went to Zora’s domain
I’ve been searching for Kass and I’m having major doubt atp 🥲 I want my beloved songbird back
OKAY DUNGEON TIMEEEEE Imma do Yunobo and while I know it wants me to save Riju for last I simply cannot stay away for long so I’ll go there next!
Yo these temples are fire I got majorly concerned with the Wind Temple but it genuinely makes sense to have a more familiar groundwork for players to begin with that’s just different enough that you notice so it prepares you for the more complex classic Zelda dungeon twist the rest of them have
I’m annoyed all of their abilities require me like ‘asking’ their spirits rather than having a function button to summon it at will
Except for tulin bc he is my child and all is forgiven. And Riju bc she’s pretty and I love her
DID I FUCKING MANIFEST KOHGA BEING ALIVE AND IN THE DEPTHS?????? BITTTTCCCCHHHHHH I thought these people be straight up loyal but nah he ain’t dead, just chillin in the depths
Yo I thought I was at the end of the game but nope I find out that the Zelda I’ve been chasing is a puppet WOW who would have guessed 🙃
BUT THE WAY GANONDORF WAS LIKE “using her made it so easy to lure you into traps” like my man KNOWS
Okay okay fifth Sage down and now I’m going to the Hyrule castle chasm
Was no one going to tell me this might be difficult bc I’m just tryna sneak through but that ain’t happening LOL
I’m going to shower and eat dinner and THEN I’ll beat the game
Oh my god we back at the place we started I LOVE FULL CIRCLES
I’m going to fucking sob this has been such a good fight!!! Getting to use the master sword the entire time >>>>>
(Even though i legitimately used a lynel bow and bombs to deal most of my damage to Ganondorf… don’t judge me I am ✨strategic✨ and I only managed fo do real damage if I did arrows, arrows, dodge dodge dodge, flurry rush, backpedal it up)
ZELDA BEING MY HOMIE IN THIS DRAGON FIGHT WE LOVE TO SEE IT !!! She makes me so happy she went straight for Link to save him bc that’s simply instinct
🥹🥹🥹🥹IM SOBBING THIS IS SO FUCKINNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE HER AND I LOVE THAT WE GET TO DIVE AFTER HER AND ACTUALLY CATCH HER 🥹🥹🥹
Lifting her out of the water… Zelda waking up to the feeling of a warm loving embrace… telling Link “I’m home” and that she has “so much to tell” him… I’m going to need another box of tissues bc I be EMOTIONAL
Awe all the sages pledging themselves to Zelda
Link just being a silent supportive boyfriend bc homeslice can and will do everything to protect Zelda (and okay he already did a ceremony for this but let me have my shipper goggles on)
I’m just going to say it. This might be my favorite game. And I’m a diehard Majora’s Mask fan. Like that’s been my favorite for a WHILE. I miss the simplicity for some of the game mechanics but thoroughly enjoy the new creations we can make. I also understand zonai devices now so when Kass comes in the DLC it’s over for y’all
Anyway botw/totk zelink is canon and no one can change my mind
#this is essentially a reaction post now that I think about it#this post has been a week and a few days in the making#worth it def#loz totk spoilers#loz totk#zelink#totk zelink#loz tears of the kingdom spoilers#loz tears of the kingdom
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waaah hi!!! how do you draw old men??!! (and since you ar taking art reqs could you draw my termina oc??!! https://artfight.net/character/3925636.isko)
Heyy, hello!! Finally someone get to the ask box, thanks a lot, love contacting with people through internet y’know. Okay first of all here’s you’re guy just being clueless himself. Do the proportions and face in my way a bit, hope it’s ok, and made pompadour smaller because I’m not sure how to make hair physics on the bigger one?? Sorry 😔
And now to the question, which I really like, ‘cause I honestly don’t know? It’s the way my hand draws, it just that I’m being into old men’s for, idk, 4 years perhaps and I fucking can’t draw anything else lol. Like seriously, now I think that young face without wrinkles looks incomplete and now that 11 yo kid looks like he’s fucking 20 or whatever, thanks God I’m not drawing kids that usually haha.
But anyway I can say few things that helped me understand something. Obviously the way persons face getting older is rooted in the genetics, they life style, health, etc etc, but I singled out some main wrinkles in different age, I usually see it in anime so I call it anime technique haha, here’s the visualization:
I use it as a base wrinkles when I’m not sure about more unique details, pretty good way to handle it I think.
But the most important is to form the visual library in the brain, idk if that phrase is used in English art community, but in Russian it means to look at a lot of photos of things so that you wouldn’t need to look at the references, you have them in memory! For that I use Pinterest, just looking at actors, musicians, any other old people with a lot of photos of them and analyze the way their wrinkles goes.
Oh and also fun fact, let’s call it that, my mom once said that the most accurate way to understand the persona age is not by looking at their face, but it’s by looking at their neck and arms. The skin sags at neck no matter what, as much as I know, and hands also getting more dry and thin, also veins is more visible, while face wrinkles and skin sags different from person to person ‘cause genetics, health and other things.
And also a gray hair is pretty important, but this shit is even more personal and unique, some people may get first gray hair in the 20s, and some may not have a single strand of them at 40s at all! So yeah in that thing the best way is to read some medicine articles about it, and of course remembering the context of character background and life, yeah.
I can’t say many things about making unique wrinkles because there only two way that I do it; first, the character model or art already have all the needed details so my work is just to mimic it as close as I can(the way I drawing Caligura yeah); second, I just made it up based on the face silhouette I imagine character to have, in that case I just use my brain visual library(Domek moment because by some reason there barely any wrinkles in the game sprites and his portrait? Even thou the portrait description says that he’s face have wrinkles the way that it looks like he had the frown all his life, my brother in Christ, when person frowns a lot he’d get forehead wrinkles first of all! But nope, Domek don’t have any of it, ok?? And yeah I usually do the forehead wrinkles based on that fact of character).
Yeah, idk if there anything more I can say, nothing useful anyway so yeah thanks for the question and request!! (Ask box always open so feel free to write thing folks, I don’t bite. Usually.) Byee!!
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PORTRAIT - Ah, still delay—thou art so ■■■ 7
Author: Akira
Characters: Akiomi, Makoto, Izumi
Translator: Mika Enstars
"Because, with Dad gone… Mom has it hard, so, I have to do my best."
[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]
Season: Winter
Location: Department Store's Furniture Area
That afternoon, inside the department store used as the set for the movie Klein Faust…
Makoto: ……
Akiomi: Hello, Yuuki-kun.
Makoto: …!
Makoto: … … …I’m always indebted to you.
Akiomi: Don’t look so obviously disappointed. I know I’m not wanted here, either.
Anyways. I’ve heard you’re being made to star in a movie you don’t even want to be in?
If that’s true, then it’s no wonder you look so gloomy.
Makoto: ? Movie…
I… don’t really get it.
Akiomi: I can imagine. They’re casting you in a new movie as a surprise appearance, since you’re popular in the modeling industry as a “child prodigy”…
An unabashed casting seeking only to take advantage of fads.
I heard they’re even switching the script up right before filming, and changed “Faust” into “Kleine (Little) Faust”.
The staff, scriptwriter included, must be really busy right now. That’s why we were able to find an opportunity to take advantage of.
Makoto: …? …?
I don’t really get it…
But even so, I have to do my best…
Because, with Dad gone…
Mom has it hard, so, I have to do my best.
Akiomi: That’s really admirable of you. Single mother families have it rough, yours included.
But, you’re still at the age where doing things like playing video games with your friends should be the most fun.
Makoto: Video games…?
Akiomi: Huh, do you not know about those?
I’ve only played them every once in a while after a friend recommended them to me, but they’re a lot of fun!
They’re a nice escape from reality, at any rate.
Makoto: Hmm…?
Izumi: —Yuu-kun!
Makoto: ! Onii-chan…!
Akiomi: Wha, you can’t come out here, Sena-kun! We’ll get kicked out if you make too much a racket, you know!
Izumi: Yuu-kun Yuu-kun Yuu-kun~!
Makoto: Onii-chan Onii-chan Onii-chaaan…♪
Akiomi: (Ahaha, they’re too absorbed in hugging each other. They really are close.)
(Even though the environment around them and fate is keeping these kids physically apart…)
(That much won’t be able to just make their friendship disappear, won’t it?)
(Well, although that’s exactly what makes it so troublesome.)
(Sena-kun’s parents are being difficult as usual with him, and seem to have ordered him to stay away from Yuuki-kun no matter what.)
(At his old agency before his transferral, he couldn’t concentrate on his work since he had to take care of Yuuki-kun. He couldn’t perform well—)
(At least, that’s what his parents claim.)
(I don’t think anyone forced Sena-kun to do that, either way.)
Izumi: Are you okay, Yuu-kun? Did you lose some weight again? Are you eating properly?
Makoto: Mhm. I’m okay!
Izumi: You’re not though, are you? Look, I brought a lot of candies and stuff, how about we eat them together?
Makoto: Yaay! ♪
*chomp chomp chomp chomp*…♪
Izumi: Hehe. Eat up well, Yuu-kun.
Akiomi: (Hmm… Is it okay for him to be eating candy? Yuu-kun’s in the middle of filming, isn’t he? Are they on break right now?
(I don’t want him to get in trouble later, but… He looks so happy, I can’t get myself to stop it…)
(Anyways, from the point of view of Yuuki-kun’s agency and his parent’s, Sena-kun—and his parents, are a nuisance not worth getting involved with.)
(They’re always finding things to be difficult about, getting involved in things, and even spreading negative criticism that have no basis. It’s honestly no wonder they’re not welcome.)
(And so apparently, the agency has instructed Yuuki-kun to stay away from Sena-kun as well.)
(When Yuuki-kun paid our agency a visit the other day, there was a huge outcry over it afterwards… Even I got scolded by the president a bit in an outburst of anger.)
(Telling me that “getting involved with those kids won’t benefit my future”…)
(Yes, I’m aware of that, President. I have no doubt you’re wrong there; it’d be stupid to willfully step on a landmine.)
Izumi & Makoto: …♪
Akiomi: (But, what right do we have to tear apart these two kids who clearly love and want to be with each other from the bottom of their hearts?)
Akiomi: (This morning, that cheeky Sena-kun pleaded to me with tears in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to have much experience relying on others, so his tone was still self-important, but…)
(He kept rambling on, saying one unpleasant thing after another that didn’t need to be said… but I think I understand what he was really trying to say.)
(…I think he was trying to ask me to help him.)
(If the “right, adult thing to do” is to ignore a child’s tearful pleas and leave them to die, then I don’t want to be an adult.)
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Lagoon day Laughs
Hiiiii everyone! So this is my first tickle fic for the owl house, and tbh the first fic I’ve posted in a loooooong time. I’m proud of myself for finally writing something again, so I hope you enjoy it!
I wrote this based on a list of random single word prompts. This prompt was Lagoon! Hope you enjoy!
Also, very very minor spoilers for Oh Titan Where Art Thou.
Hunter lay on the warm sand of the beach. Luz had dragged him and the other “C.A.T.S” to the beach in the human realm. Though she said this one was “special” when she told them about it. Apparently it wasn’t a normal beach on the ocean, it was connected to a lagoon. No one had ever seen a lagoon before, they didn’t exist in the boiling isles, so Luz had wanted to show them one. Sure they had to go to some place called “Florida” but it was nice. Warm, and the one they were at didn’t have many people so it was quiet. Peaceful even.
He sighed as he opened an eye to look around at the others, surveying his area, a habit he never quite kicked. Luz was burying King in the sand with the help of Amber and Katya. Raine and Eda were swimming in the water with inflatable tubes Luz had provided. Derwin was reading and Steve was looking at tide pools with Eberwolf. Now… where was-
“Hello little prince.” Ah. There he was.
“Ya know, I’m not much of a “prince” anymore.” he replied, closing his eyes once more.
The former coven head chuckled and Hunter heard him sit down next to him. “Perhaps not in status, but I like the nickname, so I’m keeping it.”
“Whatever.” Hunter brushed off.
“You’ll get sunburnt like that.”
“I put on that protective cream Luz gave us, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re starting to look a bit red.” The sentence was punctuated with a poke to his ribs.
Hunter squeaked and jerked away, “Ah! I-I’m fine Darius!”
Darius raised a brow at the odd reaction from the teen, “Are you quite sure. That seems to have hurt a bit.”
“I-It didn’t… hurt.” Hunter mumbled, sitting up and hugging himself, as though to protect his ribs from another poke. “Just… surprising.”
“Oh… oh! I see.” Darius smirked and scooted closer, something Hunter did not appreciate.
“You-you see what?” the scared teen replied, scooting away as Darius closed in.
Darius leaned closer to the boy, “Well if it didn’t hurt then it must have been a different feeling. Right?”
Hunter leaned away, his cheeks and ears getting red. “I told you! It was just surprising!”
“Surprising… or ticklish?” he asked, getting another poke on Hunter's belly.
He squeaked, a smile coming to his face despite himself. Oh Titan no! Ever since he’d started spending time with Luz and the Flyer Derby team, he’d learned of his… little weakness. And as it turns out, he’s very ticklish. Willow and Gus seemed to love teasing him about it since they found out, and Hunter… well… he doesn’t hate the feeling. It’s almost… nice. It’s nice to laugh, and kinda… let go of things. But Titan it was embarrassing!
“S-surprising! Nothing more!” He stubbornly replied, not expecting the wiggling tendril of abomination on his side. He squealed and leaned away, giggling.
“Mhm… you know, I think you need to loosen up a bit, little prince. Have a bit of fun, laugh a little.” Darius smirked, poking around Hunter’s torso, making the teen wriggle this way and that, stifling squeaks and giggles at every touch.
Hunter clapped a hand over his mouth, muffled giggles spilling out as he wiggled, batting uselessly at Darius’s hands. “D-Daharius!”
“That’s my name kid, don’t wear it out.” the man chuckled, his fingers wiggling into Hunter’s ribs.
Poor kid jumped about a foot in the air, letting out a loud snort as he succumbed to his giggly fate. “AHAHAHA! NAHAHT THEHEHERE! EHEHEHE!”
Darius froze in shock for a moment, before a truly evil smile formed on his face. “Not where? Here?” he dug into his ribs, scribbling and scratching wildly about.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the poor teen screeched, every other word punctuated by an absolutely adorable snort. “DAHAHAHAHAHAHARIUS! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAD THEHEHEHEHEHERE!”
“Awwww! But you seem so happy! And I haven’t exactly heard a stop, little prince!” he teased, drilling in between the bones now.
Hunter fell back in a screeching giggly joyful mess, “NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! SH-SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!”
It was a fair point though. He hadn’t told him to stop, cause he didn’t want it to stop. He was having a blast being tickled to bits! He trusted and liked Darius a lot, so he didn’t mind getting wrecked by him, also, it was just… fun! Silly, dumb, happy, fun!
“Oh, not the best thing to tell someone who’s been going easy on you this whole time.” Darius chuckled, abomination tendrils forming around him. “Are you sorry, little prince?”
Hunter squeaked, but stubbornly shook his head.
“Ah… then you asked for this.” Darius chuckled darkly, the tendrils descending on the poor teen, poking and wiggling all over his torso, especially on his ribs.
Oh… oh how this lad lost his ever loving shit. Everyone turned to look at the scream the kid let out as he was attacked. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHHHHOHOOHOHHO!”
He screamed and flailed, but he didn’t actually mind, it was fun! That is… till he noticed the others looking, sure they were smiling, but he grew… self conscious. They were staring at him, laughing at him, his face grew redder and not just from the tickling. “S-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP! PLEEHHEEHHEHEEASE!”
Immediately Darius removed the tendrils and snickered, “Oh? What, bit off more than you could chew?”
Hunter grumbled and grabbed his towel, pulling it over his head to hide from the world. This action startled Darius a bit. “Hey… what’s wrong? Did I really go too far? I didn’t mean to upset you, you said it was fine. Perhaps I should have toned it down, I’m sorry, please don’t be upset.”
Hunter sighed and shook his head, he wasn’t upset with Darius. “S’not you… I just… ugh, never mind. It’s stupid.”
“If it upsets you this much, then its not stupid.” Darius replied gently, putting a gentle, comforting hand on Hunter's shoulder.
He looked at Darius… the Viney and Willow had been trying to get him to communicate when something was wrong more… “...They were looking…”
“They were…” the older man looked around and spotted the others, he shot them all deadly glares and they quickly looked away. “I didn’t notice. My apologies. But if I may ask… why does that bother you so much.”
“...They’ll think I’m weak. Or childish. For indulging in stupid stuff like this.” he mumbled, hugging himself and scowling at the sand.
“Oh Hunter, no. No no no. No one here is going to think that of you.” Darius assured, gently pulling the boy closer and rubbing his back. “Everyone here has seen you in action. They know how capable and strong you are. You stood up to the emperor, you forged your own path, you fought like nothing I’ve ever seen, you’re amazing Hunter! And everyone here knows it! You letting yourself laugh and have a little fun for once, isn’t going to change that. Alright?”
Hunter looked at him, wide eyed and maybe a little teary. But he only nodded and leaned into Darius’s side. “...I don’t mind them. The… the thing you were doing before. It’s… fun. I-I like it…”
Darius smiled warmly, tucking the teen into his side and ruffling his hair a bit. “Then why not let yourself have some fun, hm?”
He looked up at the man, and quickly looked away, nodding sheepishly. “Yeah… that sounds good.”
“Alright then.” Darius smiled, more than happy to play with his favorite little prince. Especially now that he had such a wonderful new way to do it.
#bean writes#toh#tickles#toh tickle#toh tickles#tickle fic#tickle#Lee!Hunter#Ler!Darius#toh spoilers
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theres so much stuff to talk about im getting overwhelmed (/pos) idk what to focus on first and its not even about the chapter itself yet lmao
latin series and chapter titles? oooh cool, more stuff to look into
like "we keep the names bare"? thats metal as fuck
"so it happens" in itself is interesting and very fitting but in latin its just so much more fancy
I love how their official names are different (and unusual), like wilum, nikanna, tomys, alecs
once again you have something special about names and looking back to the series name I have a feeling there will be moments where the choice between formal name and nickname will be important
(the lengths stories in english have to go to show the border between formal/informal addressing /hj, names have a different beat to them but the technique is actually similar
its a bit sad actually, I feel like so many english texts could go bonkers if "thou" and "ye" still existed and didnt get merged into you)
I mean we already saw something similar in the prequel with phil calling wilbur wilum to show importance of the situation
gotta say, the importance of names is always a bit different and never boring and I love it
origins characters and character traits oh my that opens up so many possibilities i love the sound of this
also just the phil we see in the prequel has some "harsh" qualities, setting kids up against each other which fits o!phil much more than c!phil, so many new traits to play with
excited to see how this might change the characters and relationships and stuff (sandduo is bound to be interesting, not that they werent before, but yk)
looking at tags there's no major character death, should I probably not mention that in comments as not to spoil anyone? or spread fake news
there are other tags that sound really fun tho
before reading the summary I havent even realised that we havent heard about tommys role in all this before in neither the prequel nor the snippets we got
hes thirteen and a problem? oh its going to be a blast
cant wait to see the worldbuilding and fashion in this, youve been so excited about it for so long and I havent seen hotd so im ready to be impressed
the latin series title is one I like quite a bit :)) also the only latin chapter title i think we're going to have is the first one (it also translates to 'so it begins' which I just thought was fitting). maybe the last one too to round it out but i dont plan chapter titles ahead of time so we'll see lmao
oh I had such a fun time coming up with the names. I also struggled so fucking hard LMAO. I think Nikanna is my favorite of the names I came up with, although I thought Alecs and Tomys were clever since it's just alternate spellings. also it hasn't been mentioned in text yet, but Sam's full name is Samuel Aswyn and I'm pretty happy with myself for coming up with Aswyn as a surname equivalent for 'awesamdude'
but yeah there's always going to be an element of importance given to names in a fic like this. like, it's one of my favorite tropes to use. it definitely isn't going to have the same weight as names in glass and stars did, but it'll be there for sure.
you get it though. like, we would benefit SO much if we still used thou and ye because we could go insane in the membrane with the way we write interactions between characters. but alas i just have to create convoluted worldbuilding rules about the roles of names to get my point across instead...
yeah I mean stars!phil definitely had elements of o!phil in him, but it'll definitely be more obvious in rose. also, ngl, a huge part of why I decided to throw osmp in the tags was because I just wanted to write o!sneeg. I fucking love o!phil and o!sneeg's dynamic they're so funny together so when I was like "holy shit I could put sneeg in rose" I knew I had to do it
bestie I don't know where you're looking because major character death is 100% in the tags. like, go do a double take it's in the archive warnings.
yeah a part of me wanted to keep tommy's role entirely a secret until his character got introduced in ch 2, but then I realized I couldn't really write a compelling summary without throwing him in somewhere so I had to bite the bullet and ruin the surprise a bit lol. but yeah he's gonna be GREAT
aaaa thank you so much I'm so glad you're excited for this!! I really hope you guys like this journey we're gonna go on
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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - First Family Outing!
In the afternoon, the family decides to go out and enjoy the nicer weather in San Sequoia at the rec center. Scarlett gets some knitting time in while the young adults focus on the three infants.
But the outing doesn't come without its dips in energy levels, kids and adults alike 😆 while a number of the family settle down for naps, Sigrid works with Audrey to get her crawling like her sister, but it seems she needs just a little bit more time.
And as Sabrina settles Juno down for a nap in the upstairs crib, a familiar face appears in the hallway, which Sabrina notices. They make their way over, questioning their perception in the process but eager to see if they were right. They were.
Sabrina: Bernard, is that you?
Bernard: Sabrina? Oh my goodness, what are the chances!
Sabrina: I know, right? How are you?
Bernard: I'm doing pretty good, you?
Sabrina: Alright. Life's been full of ups and downs. You look awesome, love the new hair.
Bernard: You look great too. So what brings you around these parts?
Sabrina: Just a casual family outing, taking the kids out for some fresh air after a long winter inside.
Bernard: Kids? You're a parent now?
Sabrina: Yup! I have a son, Juno. He's down for a nap in the playroom. Robin's a dad now too, he and his fiancée have twin girls Alma and Audrey.
Bernard: Wow, a lot has changed! I'm sure Armani is thrilled to be a granddad.
Sabrina: Oh... Armani passed a while back now. It was his time.
Bernard: That's too bad, he would've spoiled those kids. What about your mom?
Sabrina: Oh she's fine, thrilled about being a grandma and determined to stay in the best shape so she can see him grow up. I have some pictures, look.
Sabrina pulls out their phone and scrolls through endless photos of the family, which Bernard looks through in contentment.
Bernard: They're all so adorable! It's nice that they're close in age so they can grow up together.
Sabrina: Mhm, just like me and Robin, and Anya too by extension, though she was a bit older and didn't want to hang out with us quite as much.
Bernard: Who's Juno's father?
Sabrina: A guy named Marquise. We're not together, just friends. I'm actually in a relationship... well, we're taking a brief break while I focus on Juno and my business, but yeah.
Bernard: You seem like you're doing well for yourself. I'm glad.
Sabrina: Well, what about you? Anything exciting in your life? A partner maybe?
Bernard: Nah. Just living my life quietly off-screen. It's more my style.
Sabrina: Oh...
Sabrina didn't mean to sound unenthusiastic or awkward. They were genuinely very happy to see Bernard, despite how things ended, but his response made them remember what really happened between them. That Sabrina had broken his teenage heart. Maybe they were the reason they were alone now, because they couldn't bear for the same thing to happen again.
Sabrina: Bernard... I know things ended kinda... not so good between us. I'm really sorry about that. We were young and it was a whirlwind romance. I just want you to know, I don't regret my time with you. I hope you don't have any regrets either.
Bernard: Sabrina, I'm good, really. Life may not have all the intricacies of played sims, but my life isn't bad either. I'm just doing my own thing, and for now, that's enough for me. And I don't regret us. I just wish things ended differently. Friends?
Sabrina: Yeah. Friends.
And outside, the three other adults enjoy a quick bite to eat while keeping an eye on the kids.
Robin: I'd say this was a pretty good time out with the kids!
Sigrid: Yeah! I think it'll gradually get easier to do this as they age. Maybe we can take them camping or something.
Robin: We can take them to the slopes like we talked about way back. Get back into skiing ourselves.
Sigrid: I do miss it, it was really fun.
Robin: Don't worry, I'll get you back in shape.
Sigrid: You? You think you still got it? It's been a minute.
Robin: Please, once I get it I don't lose it. It's okay though, I'll show you the ropes again.
Sigrid chuckles.
Sigrid: Love your confidence, hun.
#sims 4 fontenot legacy#sims 4 legacy#sims 4 legacy challenge#sims 4#sims 4 modded#simblr#ts4#ts4 simblr
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4 Coping Skills to Help Children with Depression
Feb 13, 2020
If your child is experiencing severe depression symptoms or is feeling suicidal, please contact 911, the National Suicide Hotline, or the Crisis Text Line.
As anyone who has experienced anxiety symptoms knows, anxiety and depression often go hand-in-hand. People who have survived a trauma also often have symptoms of depression, including hopelessness, numbness, or lack of interest in activities. Because of this, I often see children struggling with depression in my therapy office, even though I specialize in PTSD and anxiety disorders.
There are lots of coping skills for anxiety that can offer some quick relief, either by distracting a child from worries or by helping the body to relax. I think it’s a little trickier to find skills that provide “quick wins” for kids with depression. Maybe this is because anxiety often has a more sudden, intense onset, and depression tends to be a consistent feeling for a longer period of time. In this post, I’ve compiled a few simple ways to help a child cope with depression that are supported by research. While some of these may not be as simple or quick as a breathing exercise, building these habits over time can help boost a child’s mood and encourage positive thinking.
Depression Coping Skill #1: Schedule Positive Activities (Even if They Don’t Sound Fun)
Many people assume that depression is caused by a negative event in life: for kids, maybe this is a move, a divorce, or an experience being bullied. While it’s true that tough life situations can trigger depression, researchers who studied depression found that a lack of positive experiences can also lead to low mood. Kids struggling from depression often withdraw: an elementary schooler might prefer staying home to going on play dates, or a preteen might drop out of her extracurriculars. This can create a vicious cycle where the lack of positive, rewarding activities in a child’s life make the depression worse, which in turn makes it harder to get out of the house.
You can help your child by encouraging activities that are social, fun, or provide a sense of accomplishment. Therapists call this technique behavioral activation, and it’s a treatment for depression in adults, as well as kids. Even if a child is reluctant, scheduling these kinds of activities and sticking to them can have a positive snowball effect. Think of it like going to the gym: you might really dread going the first time, but once you try it, you’ll realize it wasn’t so bad. In fact, you might feel so energized that you get motivated to go back the next day. The same thing can happen for children: the first outing might be really hard, but they may surprise themselves, and have more fun than they expected, which can make the next activity easier and more fun.
Here are a few positive, rewarding activities to consider:
Making a meal or a snack together
Trying an art class, or another class related to a child’s interests
Taking the dog for a walk
Re-arranging a child’s bedroom
A movie night with a friend
Depression Coping Skill #2: Talk Back to Negative Thoughts
Kids with depression are prone to ruminating: mulling over their negative thoughts over and over again, which makes their sad feelings more intense. Depression often exaggerates and distorts our thinking, making our thoughts too negative to be true. Kids can stop the cycle of ruminating by spotting these overly-negative thoughts, questioning them, and coming up with a more helpful and realistic alternative. This is called cognitive restructuring and it’s an important part of cognitive-behavioral therapy, an approach that helps people learn how their thoughts and behavior influence their feelings.
This skill is best for kids who are elementary-aged or older. Sometimes it is hard for kids to learn this skill on their own, because it requires them to think about thinking, which is an abstract concept. A child counselor can teach children how to master this idea and practice “talking back” to negative thoughts. I often use the picture book Tiger Tiger, Is It True? to help kids understand how changing their thoughts can change their feelings.
You can help your child catch himself when he’s thinking something too negative to be true, and encourage him to ask himself questions like:
Do I have any proof this is true?
What would I tell a friend who had this thought?
Is there another way of looking at this?
OK, it if really is true, would it be the end of the world?
If your child benefits from this form of thinking, CBT might be a great option to help them cope with feelings of depression, and learn to change the thinking patterns that can trigger sadness and low mood.
Depression Coping Skill #3: Add More Sunshine
Many people notice that their depression is worse in the winter, when there is less access to sunlight. Seasonal Affective Disorder, a form of depression that often starts in the fall and ends in the spring, can occur in kids as well as adults. There is a theory that sunlight might encourage the body to produce serotonin, a chemical that influences many processes in the body including our sleep, digestion, and mood.
For kids, outdoor play is a great way to improve mood and cope with depression. Children who play outdoors get more sunlight, but this kind of play offers all kinds of other benefits, too. A study by the American Medical Association found that “children will be smarter, better able to get along with others, healthier and happier, when they have regular opportunities for free and unstructured play in the outdoors.” Being more connected to nature can also be a mood booster for both children and adults. Interestingly, spending more time in nature has been shown to help kids with ADHD feel more relaxed and focused, as well.
You don’t have to go on a big camping trip or expensive vacation to get the benefits of playing outdoors: a trip to the park, playing catch in the backyard, or a walk on a local nature trail can be just as helpful.
Depression Coping Skill #4: Practice Good Sleep Hygiene
Therapists like to say that sleep, exercise, and nutrition are all important for treating and preventing depression. If your child is feeling down, it’s worth looking into all 3. I have personally noticed that many of the children I meet who are feeling depressed are also really struggling with their sleeping patterns. Often, these children are staying up late, having a hard time falling asleep, and as a result have really shifted their sleep cycle to start and end later than is typical. These kids often have to operate at school on very few hours of sleep, or end up sleeping all day and missing out on the daylight hours they could be spending with friends.
Insomnia is a common symptom of depression, so it’s totally understandable that depressed children often have such a hard time falling asleep. What makes this situation so tricky is that sleep deprivation can also make people more vulnerable to anxiety an depression, so disturbed sleep can create a vicious cycle that ultimately makes depressed feelings more intense. In addition, if a child is losing a lot of their daytime hours to sleep, it cuts back on their opportunities to socialize or get involved in other positive activities that can reduce and prevent depression.
Sleep hygiene is a term to describe many habits that can encourage people to fall asleep and stay asleep, leading to a better night of rest. These habits on their own may not be enough to completely resolve sleep problems for a child, especially if she is also struggling with bedtime anxiety, but they’re a great place to start. Here are a few things to consider if you think your child’s sleep patterns might contribute to depression:
Stop using any electronics (phones, computers, TV) for at least 30 minutes to an hour before bedtime.
Finish any soda or other caffeinated drinks 4-6 hours before it’s time to sleep.
If your child is struggling to fall asleep, encourage him to read a book or try another quiet activity for a few minutes. This can help kids feel tired faster, whereas tossing and turning in bed can make children more angry or anxious, and less likely to sleep.
Create a routine for your child that is consistent each night and can help her unwind, such as reading a book together and practicing a relaxation technique.
Checking the time repeatedly at night can lead to more worry and less sleep. If this is the case for your child, put the clock or phone in a position in the bedroom where she can hear the alarm but can’t see the face or screen.
Make sure your child gets enough physical activity during the day, so that they are ready to relax by bedtime.
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Rolls with Advantage - A Hellfire Oneshot
Sorry! It took a little bit longer than I meant too lol! I kept getting distracted by a certain Facebook group chat I love. XD
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Summary: Eleven joins the Hellfire boys for a little adventure
No TWs, just pure fun!
I have to give nod to my dear friend Claire for being so inspirational!
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Dustin's POV
“I have a sub if we still need one?” Dustin chimed in. He hadn't really been paying too much attention to the conversation but hearing that they were short a member for tonight's game ripped him back to reality. He had been daydreaming up until that point, wondering what in the world their dungeon master would put them through for what would be one of their last games before he was to graduate.
Eddie was finally doing it. Dustin couldn't help being so dammed proud but also was incredibly sad too. The thought of him leaving was something Dustin really was not ready to face yet even though he knew he soon would have to.
“Who do you have Henderson? I thought that everyone who is already experienced is already accounted for or going to the stupid dance tonight?” Eddie was semi perched in his chair at the head of the table clutching at a bag of mini pretzels. His face definitely did not reflect any sort of humor as he cocked his head to the side slightly, eyes boring into Dustin where he sat.
Dustin knew that Eddie was just disappointed that some of their friends were choosing to not be there when they had such limited time left. “Well....her name is El. You haven't met her yet but she's sort of Will's sister so she already kind of knows the ropes....I think...”
Dustin quickly scooped a spoonful of the briny kernels into his mouth, corn...the school cafeteria liked to pretend this crap was corn. Admittedly he just didn't want to have to answer Eddie right away when he started asking the questions that he could tell were coming. He couldn't really blame Eddie... last he knew El was still out in California, having gone back after they had sealed Nether Hawkins away blanketing the real thing in safety once again.
Eddie's POV
Eddie thought about Dustin's proposal for a moment. Truly only giving it a moment's thought as he wasn't the type to leave anyone out who wanted to be included.
He knew very well what it meant to be the outcast. He was a walking stereotype for the character. “Yeah, she'll do.” he said not realizing what he'd just done. He hadn't met her yet so … of course it would slip his mind that she was gifted. Dustin hadn't thought about that fact either. He was just so excited to involve another one of his friends in the gameplay of his beloved Dungeons and Dragons.
Later that Evening: Eddie's POV
“The time has come my friends. We are so very close to our journeys end… will you stand your grounds tonight and FIGHT or will you tuck tail and run?” Eddie's voice thick with dramatic flair as he stood next to the wooden door that was propped open for the Hellfire kids.
Almost everyone had arrived, but Eddie wasn't sweating it too much. There was only about 10 more minutes before they absolutely HAD to start the evening's campaign.
He was still weighing between pitting them against a young dragon or a Thessalhydra when he heard the thunderous stampede of footsteps echoing outside of the room. He leaned out the doorway and grinned, shaking his head as Dusin came in whipping around the corner, dragging a lanky girl by the hand.
The girl wore a huge grin but also still managed to look absolutely shell shocked – definitely nervous. Her hair was in an awkward growth stage, not quite long enough yet to pull into a ponytail, she wore light denim jeans and an absolutely garish button down. The patterns and color blend made his head hurt if he looked at it too long.
“Ahh… Henderson! How good of you to join us this evening…I see thou dost have a fair maiden with you tonight?” Eddie gave a sweeping bow as he stepped aside from the door frame “M'lady, lovely to meet you!”
“Hi.” El said quietly but smiling widely. Eddie could see she was a little bit shy but hoped that she'd pull out of it.
Eddie was absolutely buzzing with energy. He always did on campaign nights… always excited to see what choices the kids would make against his sadistic shenanigans.
They'd surprise him sometimes and he'd have to shift a choice towards a different direction based off of something they had done or not done… a clue they'd miss. Sometimes it was frustrating when they wouldn't pick the path, he WANTED them to… and get distracted with tomfoolery in town or on side quests.
One night in particular, good lord…. Dustin being salty that things had not gone the way that he had hoped in their most recent dungeon and missing out on a pretty epic dagger was pissed and decided to take it out on the town. At the time he had been playing a Chaotic Evil Rogue named Dresdir.
He decided to go into town where his “friends” were sleeping in the tavern and set the dammed thing on fire. This little fucker sat outside as the tavern burned roasting meat on a freaking stick. While amusing as hell, that had definitely put a whole log in the road that Eddie wanted his band of merry little misfits to go down next. He had to rapidly shift the game play into survival mode.
El had been placed in the middle of Eddie and Dustin so that if she needed any help as they played through, she had two people at her disposal. Of course, in true Dustin fashion he had already “helped” her build a magic user she'd named Janice. They had been playing for over two hours now… soda cans were now littering the floor and chips of various flavors strewn messily around the once clean and organized table.
Everyone was on edge; the battle so far had been pretty brutal so far. The group had taken Eddie's bait and went into the mountains in search of a cave full of chests. Lord what could go wrong right?
Dustin had thought of this and pointed it out much to Eddie's dismay “Sounds like a dragon lair guys… maybe we shouldn't. Or hell, there could be nothing but Mimics.”
Eddie had practically held his breath while the group debated on if it had been worth the risk or not… but as he had hoped, in the end, greed and the lust for gold won over their fear of potential flame breathing lizards with wings.
“You're on the cliffs edge, mere inches away from certain death… the rocks are slowly crumbling behind you… click… click… one falling away at a time, then two, then two more… 4 of your friends are already down… knocked out…you only have two spells left for the day… Dungar is currently holding the last whelplings attention…but for how much longer will he last? What are you going to do?” Eddie said, voice low and deep, menacing as he looked to El who was chewing at her pencil nervously eyes narrowed as she studied the playing field
“I think… I think I'm going to try using Magic Missile and aim for the Dragon.” She nodded glancing over at a nervous Dustin for confirmation
Between the two of them they only had 10 hit points left. What they didn't know however, was that the Whelpling only had 8. Eddie knew that unless they both bombed their rolls, they shouldn't have an issue taking it down. However, he didn't want to let that show on his face and ruin the suspense, so he just perched in his throne, hands folded like a prayer, chin tucked on top of his fingertips, smirking with an eyebrow cocked in feigned interest as he watched.
“Sure. Go ahead and Roll.” he nods waving a hand to gesture her to go ahead.
El stood out of her seat, picking red and black swirly dice from the table. First, she rolls a 20, definitely confirming that her spell will hit. Then she rolls the D4 to get her damage… both were excellent rolls…too good?
“Roll for Crit confirm” Eddie says grinning, perplexed but amused
The pressure was on. El felt it for sure. She shook the little die in her hand closing her eyes before releasing it onto the board. She and everyone else around the table were staring intently, holding their breath as the dice bounced and rolled across the mat. It started to slow… and landed.
Natural 20. She had done it! AGAIN!
”YESSSSS!!!!!” Everyone broke out into cheers around the table as Eddie knocked over the dragon figurine signaling its death.
“And with that! Lady Janice! Your missiles shoot forth and PIERCE through a soft spot in the whelplings hide, striking him dead in an instant! Congratulations you LUCKY lady!! I have NEVER EVER seen someone roll so well! Definitely a Hellfire first!” Eddie was bouncing around beside his throne, gripping her arm and beaming at her until he noticed “Oh… uh El… your nose is bleeding, here.” Eddie said suddenly, passing her one of the napkins from the table
Dustin's head whipped around “WAIT!!! YOU CHEATED!!!” he was completely animated, bouncing on his heels and pointing his finger at her.
Eddie's eyebrows disappeared into his wild hair as he turned to face the girl “WAIT!! YOU'RE THE WIZARD GIRL!!!” the gears clicking into place 'OH MY GOD! YOU TOTALLY USED YOUR POWERS DIDN'T YOU!!”
The rest of the Hellfire group exclaiming around the table or slapping Dustin around for bringing this knowledge to light. Mutters of “Why'd you tell!” could be heard
El smiled timidly “I just wanted to make sure we won” she shrugged
Eddie clutched at his chest with both fists, throwing himself backwards over his throne before shifting to sit back in it and look up at her with a grin “I am absolutely appalled that you thought you could get away with that. Next game you join us you're starting off with a 5-point penalty roll Missy, and I expect you to be in a Hellfire shirt.”
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Songs of You (Trials & Tribulations)
Warning: Suicide attempt, Suicidal thoughts, Substance abuse and Self-Harm. Read at your own risk this will be your first and only Warning
This is a story I have been working on and it has turned into a Thiam story with some One sided feelings. It is not nice and fluffy like I tend to do but it will have some light moments.
Little Theo, you're a diamond in the rough and I know that you don't hear this all enough. And I'm sure that's why your wrists have tons of cuts and I'm sure that's why you think you're not enough.
He was so tired, so tired of surviving on borrowed time. Tired of holding the kids before the doctors take them. Of holding them and comforting them in their last moment. Cause a piece of him goes with them when they leave.
He knows he should push thru it and keep fighting trying to get someone to listen, but he sees the looks and hears the whisper. He knows they think he is crazy, they think he is bad news and that means they will be moving soon.
That means more kids to add to his list, more bodies to add to his collection on his soul. Because while he is their “Success.” He wasn’t enough for them, they needed perfect and Theo… He was far from perfect.
“Theo…”
At least he not alone, even thou he was the only one who could see her and hear her. She never left him, she understood. She comforted him when it became too much, when he dug a grave that was to small.
She promised him that soon it would be all over and that she will be there to take him and that he won’t be alone. And that’s all he wanted so he found the dwindling strength to get up. But he wished he didn’t, not when he found out where they were going and he knew he pushed to far and they wanted to punish him with his mission.
On your nineteenth birthday you thought that you were done tons of people in your home, but it only felt like one. 'Cause your brain can only think about the waiting loaded gun, But your friends are all still Here, so pretend you're having fun.
He felt empty inside with a chill that just wouldn’t go away. Maybe it was for the best because if he didn’t feel then he wouldn’t fall apart and give them the satisfaction of knowing they have finally done it. They finally broke him and maybe then he would be the perfect monster they wanted.
He looked around looking for her when he left them, heading to his fake parents they never could find ones that looked like his real ones. He didn’t blame her, he bet it was hard for her to see them. If He was in her shoe, he wouldn’t want to be near them either.
“Theo soon…”
Freezing in the spot between the doorway before a smile for once a real one, grace his lip before nodding. He couldn’t agree more, soon it will be all over with. He was glade at least he would be with his family and they would be whole again.
He didn’t know what to expect when he arrived, when he learned that one of his childhood friend was the True Alpha, that the other was possessed, that one of his other classmate was a Banshee. That he was the only one to bother remembering them, bother thinking of them and holding on. He should of known that he wasn’t important, wasn’t enough for them to remember.
He hid the pain, the disappointment within but he saw something so bright, something that him feel warmth for the first time. The bluest of eyes that could put the sky to shame, Brown hair that made him think of forest and freedom, soft tan skin showing he has been outside. Theo couldn’t help but want to lean into the other to see if he could feel the warmth the other oozed out.
He realized he has been staring a little to long before looking away, he smiled even when faced with the suspicion of Stiles and moved on. He wouldn’t let the Doctors have this, he won’t let them ruin this.
He couldn’t, he couldn’t let them take this from him too as his eyes wander to the boy he saw. He didn’t want them to know the truth of what he was, what he hated that he became so he lied because who would believe him? He didn’t want to be known as the crazy kid anymore, the loner, the freak.
All your friends they wanna drink 'cause it's your birthday but you've been drinking straight probably since last Thursday. Drinking is the only thing that makes you feel just okay It keeps the trigger finger off the trigger and at bay.
Theo's stomach rolled as he looked up at the ceiling and wondering if he can keep going, he knew why today was harder, why it hurt so much more than the other days. It was her birthday. The Day he loved and hated more than any other, his no not his her heart beat skip and maybe it knew too. Maybe it was just as tired as he was and wanted to give but it continues to still beat even when he wanted it to stop.
He moved out of bed and grabbed his truck keys and left, not even saying anything to the other people in the house. He wonder if they hoped every time he left that he wouldn’t come back, he didn’t blame them if they did. He turned the key in the ignition and sped out not caring, he drove as his mind wander, was he the only one who remember what day it was? Did everyone forget her too? Did they forget her smile, her laugh, her warmth?
He hoped not, she deserve to be remembered. She protected him not only from their parents, but the world. She would crawl in his bed and place her hand over his heart and tell him that she’ll keep watch. She always had words of comfort and was there when the attack were hard.
He used a fake ID and got what he needed before stopping to get her favorite flowers and some to convey what his words failed. He didn’t care to pay attention that he was being followed, let them see because in the end it won’t matter. He followed the path seeing them running around, he can hear their laughter and see that smile and for a brief second he swore she was looking back at him instead of the memory of him.
He finally made it to the place that he lost the one person that cared for him, that showed him love that their parents couldn’t. When their mom would burst into tears and weep when she thought he couldn’t hear, how their dad fell to his knees and beg God not to do this to them. They were already grieving as if he was already gone but not her, she had faith he would pull thru that he was going to make.
Isn’t it funny he did but she wasn’t here to see it, her faith wasn’t misplace but it took everything from him and it was bittersweet. He opened a bottle and started to drink listening to the two heartbeats that were watching. He didn’t have it in him to care not right now, maybe later but he needed to feel the burn of the alcohol so he chug.
And open more and more till he could feel it taking effect and the lightweight feeling was addictive and he though maybe he can keep drinking. He pulled the flowers out and let them fall one by one each one he could catch glimpse of her falling in them. Each one taking his regret and words as they fell.
I’m sorry
I love you my sister
Forgive my weakness
You’ll never be forgotten with me
I carry you always
Each flower carried a piece of him as they fell into the cold water, he wonder briefly if he could just end it all now. But he knew he couldn’t. Not till they were gone and no one else would suffer like him. Not like those forgotten kids, no they weren’t forgotten he remember them, their names, their birthday and where they were buried. He carried them with him and in a journal.
With that he finished the bottles that laid at his feet just looking at the river, before cleaning up and walking away. Feeling more hollowed than whole and drives. He knew it was reckless but he ended up getting more and kept drinking to get by till it didn’t work anymore.
He threw the bottle crying as he slid down the wall all while screaming in anger and pain. He heard the spike heartbeat of the people pretending before the silent door opening and closing and the start of a car. Once again he was alone and She wasn’t here. He started to clean and the one of shard cut him and it hurt but he felt a relief as he watch the blood flow and the wound start to heal slowly.
Your mind can only think about the things it shouldn't. Your brain is filled with thoughts of wishing that ya didn't.
He didn’t know when they got Tracy, or who she was but he held her before they would come to take her. Giving her the comfort that wasn’t offered to him, not then anyway. He learned her name, when her birthday was, if she had anyone that cared for her.
He watched helplessly as they took her and listen to her scream as they worked on her before the silence. The only hope he had was her heart was still beating but he knew that didn’t mean anything when she could still end up as a failure. And he knew what they did to failures.
And like he knew she was a failure. It didn’t help that she read the book and was remembering. She wasn’t alone, just like he did for everyone that graced the Doctor table he comforted everyone. Josh, Hayden, and Corey each one of them he held, comforted and would carry with him.
Each one he begged and pleaded for their life and each one snuffed out by the Doctor or him because it would be more merciful for them if he did it instead of the pain of dying from an overdoes. But the guilt was there and he knew Stiles though he was helping with a motive.
Maybe he was because he wanted their help taking the doctors down to show what they did to everyone but it was getting harder. It was getting harder to fake a smile, like he wasn’t dying inside and Laughing when all he wanted to do was cry. He felt the mask cracking and he didn’t know how long he could continue.
Little Theo, perk your ears up try to listen, but He can't hear a sound because He's locked in a prison. He can barely see the pavement, He can barely read the signs. People think He's complicated but never wanna look inside. 'Cause He's a little too R-rated and they're a little too damn blind, He's just looking for His angels, but they're a little hard to find.
He moved with grace but to him he was walking thru sludge the day was no longer bright, he was losing a battle and he hasn’t seen her in days, he hasn’t heard her words. It was the worst punishment and briefly he wonder if she was disappointed in him, anger that he killed but he couldn’t. He begged at night for her to come even if she didn’t speak or to yell at him because he couldn’t be alone but she never appeared.
He wasn’t sleeping anymore because if he did all he saw was the kids that died staring at him accusing him for not saving them, for not getting help. He pleaded with them that he tried, that no one was listening and he was sorry. But they just stared looking at him as if it was his fault and a little more of him broke because in the end he survived and they didn’t.
He failed again and again early on and he didn’t want to fail, he didn’t want to carry Scott, Stiles, and their pack's name on him as well. But most of all he didn’t want the little sunshine he found to disappear. He didn’t want to lose the last connection to a happier time, a better time in this world.
He could give those in this town a chance the one who lost and a part of him feeling guilty of not doing this earlier but he couldn’t fix those mistakes. He stole from the Doctors when they were distracted. Not that they have been too much attention to him since they got here.
He tried to explain to Liam not to be angry at Scott but inside he was disappointed in Scott he has a chance to save someone and yet he hesitated and it was hurting Liam. But his words were like chalk and his head was hurting so instead he just stopped and pulled Liam to him trying to give him comfort and he found out he really was warm and the numbness was chipping away.
He felt more cracks on his mask and for a moment it was like he was standing outside his body. As if watching someone else wearing his face talk, he wonder if this is how Stile felt being possessed.
Still he tried to keep Scott pack together because he needed them whole to fight the Doctors, but the work was becoming harder and harder. Each member fighting against the other but he needed them to stop. And Stile was still not trusting him and it was becoming harder to fight and care anymore.
Little Theo, you've been skipping out in class and any minute now your friends are gonna ask. Why the hell you're always acting sorta sad? Why the hell your weed just never seems to last?
He didn’t care anymore he didn’t go to school, not wanting to till with the looks from Stiles. Not wanting to see what looked Scott was giving him. The suspension from Lydia when he was near her but he couldn’t ignore the text from Malia and Liam forever they wouldn’t allow that to begin with.
He was still watching the cuts heal before reaching over to take a hit, he found a pack far off that was selling something that would let a Were-creature get high. He has been smoking since last Sunday. He just wanted to escape for a bit. To feel something other than this never ending misery.
He closed his eyes and drifted away. He felt like he was in an Ocean and nothing to could touch him, He felt the warmth of the sun. Could hear laughter and someone was calling his name, then more and more people were calling his name telling him to join them.
For a brief moment he knew those voice and faces flash before his eye and he went to lift himself to look only for his Phone ringing to rip him away. Blinking feeling drowsy and light head. He could barely get his hand to move as he felt around knocking over his ashtray before finally grabbing his phone.
Seeing the name he felt dread fill his stomach before hitting answer. “Hello?” He words were slurred and he knew the other was annoyed thinking he was drunk probably but for now he couldn’t care.
But the truth is you don't wanna let your secret out 'Cause they think it's wrong for you to take a different route. All except your sister too bad that She's just not around and don't get me wrong those words you've tried to get them out. But their views been skewed by their plastic news from their plasma tubes.
They did it, they finally destroyed the Dread Doctors and even tho they found out Theo was part of them but a victim. Stile look like he was proven right, that Theo was no good Liam and Malia defended him. But he shook his head because it wasn’t worth it, they didn’t need to fight for him.
He had brought the others back, Tracy, Josh, Hayden, and Corey to give them the chance of living because their life was cut to short. He sent them to Scott pack telling them that Scott would help him more than he could. He had only known surviving, Stiles still was suspicious of him even though he didn’t do anything that the Doctors wanted.
He didn’t touch Scott or his pack didn’t follow the plan, the only reason he found the nempton was because he was restless and he thought he saw her and he knew what she wanted. He knew it wasn’t fair to them that they deserve the chance at life.
He was just done and he was ready, so ready. He pulled the Journals out, all the name and location and secrets he kept. He pulled out a new one and started to write, he wrote everything down his life story down tears streaming and kept going not moving as he wrote down everything till there was nothing left to tell.
So they won't fit in your shoes. Except for Sunday blues, but you got Monday blues, You got Tuesday blues, damn every day ya might lose.
Liam, Mason, and Malia started to hang around him more and more, and so did the other Chimera because they remember him holding them. Giving them comfort and even though Josh had every right to hate him. He admitted to seeing Theo grief of doing it, how he didn’t want to.
He knew they felt something around him, like they were trying to show him something that he couldn’t see. How Malia would hug him tighter, How Liam would bug him to hang out, Hayden and Corey would always tell him he could talk to Them. Tracey and Josh would just sit with him in silence or listening to Music and he didn’t understand.
They should be fine, there should be no reason they should want to hang out with him but it seemed like Every Friday to Sunday one or all of them was around him. Running in and out of his home bring chaos and food.
It would be so much easier if they left, ignored him or hated him but they didn’t and he couldn’t understand. Yet here they were and he couldn’t find it in him to push them away even though he knew.
Stiles was still looking at him waiting for him to fuck up. I know, I know I’m a fuck just please stop.
Scott was looking at him with those eyes. Please don’t look at me like that… I can’t… I can’t be what you want not now. Not anymore… I’m broken I can’t be saved not anymore. I’m sorry.
Lydia was frowning rubbing her neck. I know you never wanted to scream for someone you know again but I can’t hold on anymore.
All your friends they wanna smoke 'cause it's a Friday, But you've been smoking straight probably since last Sunday. I know you know you shouldn't say that you are okay, But you still look 'em in the eye and lie then go to use your ashtray.
Here they they were his friends, or at least that what they keep insisting they are. He was smoking by the window blowing it out as some of them didn’t like the smell. he watched them laugh, shoving each other as they ate the food they brought.
He watched them act like the teens they were, even Malia was laughing at something Corey said with his arm wrapped around Mason. His birthday was coming up but it was never important not right now. But somehow it got brought up and they were planning it.
He didn’t flinch having heard Hayden walk up next to him. “Are you okay? You seem different these past few days?” He looked at her before taking a long drag, thinking before looking out the window. “I’m Fine.” Turning back to her he flashes a smile before leaning to flick his blunt into the ashtray.
He knew she was struggling to believe but she put it to the side because he has been spending more and more time with them. Laughing and smiling even going in as far to give them hugs and helping them. So maybe that was why she let it go because his cracks were smoothing and he wasn’t feeling raw.
He can barely see the pavement, He can barely read the signs. People think He's complicated but never wanna look inside 'Cause He's a little too R-rated and they're a little too damn blind. He's just looking for His angels, but they're a little hard to find
The party was going off without a hitch everyone made it seemed and he smiled. This was good it would give them a good memory of him. Well it was till Stile and the others showed thinking they were up to something. Lydia looked annoyed at Stile and Scott seemed embarrassed as did Kira.
Malia and Liam didn’t seem as amused when they saw them, “Sorry we didn’t know Birthday parties were evil Stiles.” Liam mutter and Theo’s eyes flickered to Scott and he saw the confusion and wow that hurt worst. He didn’t forget theirs yet it seemed he really was that forgettable.
Theo just slid off the counter he was sitting on. “It’s Fine Li, Mal. Come on let's continue to celebrate you only turn Nineteen once.” He ignored Stiles grumble, Scott sorrowful eyes and Lydia apology. He turns the music up to hide the shake in his eyes before going to his normal spot sitting on the edge of the window.
He lights another and relish the burn of his drink going down. He feels someone staring at him so he glance around and sees Scott watching him, he just takes another drink and ignores the feeling. He just wants to give his friends a good memory that they can look back on and laugh.
Little Theo, last night you got it bad. In that moment you could barely even add up two or three reasons why you're glad and I guess that's why you grabbed your pen and pad.
Here he was laying on his bed, everyone had left as it was getting late with promises to meet up in the morning. He was feeling anxious, rolling over he looked and yet she still hasn't come back. He runs his hand through his hair before sitting up he wasn’t going to fall asleep tonight.
He was almost ready, just a few more things he needed to do so he might as well get on with it. For a brief moment as if he was coming up from under a wave he felt a guilt. For what he didn’t know, but that wasn’t true he thought of his friends, how they would feel.
But he was sure they would understand. Yeah, they will be sad and hurt for a while, but they would be able to move and soon he would be a memory. Someone they will think of and the happy times they had. He let a sigh out and just walked over to his desk and open Spotify.
He carefully picked songs, till the feeling of needing to move came over him again for two different Playlist. Where he would go he didn’t know what but as he added the last two songs he got up and grabbed his keys walking out the front door not caring if he locked it or not. He hopped into his truck and just drove for a while, not really paying attention to where he was going just driving around when he ended up outside of Scott’s house.
He saw the lights were still on, he didn’t know why he stopped there but as he watched the light and movements he knew he didn’t want to stay not when he heard three heartbeats. He moved on, not noticing the door to the house opening nor the eyes watching him drive away. He didn’t know why he was bothered so much but he kept going until he ended up at Liam’s home.
As soon as he put the car in park across the street, trying to get his heart and breathing under control did he see his phone vibrating. Looking thru it, he saw a message from Scott but he ignored it when a new one this time from Liam pop up. Looking up at the other window he Saw Liam looking across at him holding his phone before disappearing into his room.
/Wolfie: Be out in a sec./
He smiled a little reading the message, while they hadn’t really texted much beside for the pack things and when they were dealing with Doctors. It still made him smile against all odd it is like Liam and Malia could sense him, and always came even when he couldn’t or wouldn’t say anything. Still he felt guilty he knew the other must be tired and probably just got home an hour or so ago from the party but he just didn’t want to be alone right now.
He felt so damn tired and a little selfish and he didn’t want to leave with regret and words unspoken, actions not taking. So he shoved the little voice that said not to do this away and let himself fall just a little. He wanted something to think of that he did of his desire and want. Sooner than Theo was ready for Liam appeared hopping into his truck as if done it a hundred times and he probably has with how much they and everyone in their group hang out since they met.
“Hey, T. I am so sorry about the others crashing the party, believe me when I say Mal and I made it very clear how pissed we are so they will back off for a while.” He smiled a little, at Liam, leave it too on him to be angry on his behalf. It sent a warmth throughout his body removing some of that chill that was always there.
“It’s fine, I understand why. Sorry for disappearing when they came…” He tried to think of a reason that wouldn’t seem like he was actually like he was hiding anything. “You and everyone planned it for me and I guess we all figure they wouldn’t do something like that.”
It fell flat because there really wasn’t a reason, maybe it was because his heart broke a little more each day when he was around Scott or Stiles. Maybe they saw how each interaction made him a little more hollow or how Stiles stares and words cut into him, how Scott made him withdraw into himself and it takes hours for them to coax him back out instead of wearing his mask like armor, so his soft spots wouldn’t be targets anymore. Who knows truly but he was thankful.
“Still I’m sorry they shouldn’t have done that and if they were your friends they would of know.” Liam looked at Theo with those eyes that made him feel like he was drowning in the ocean, that stripped him apart and could see everything. They made him feel so vulnerable and bare. He looked away before he could break, clearing his throat and pulled his phone out.
“I figure we could spend the last few hours of my Birthday together just the two of us since tomorrow is the weekend.” He could still feel those eyes staring at him, before they finally stop looking. “Yeah, yeah that would be nice. Do you want to just sit out here or go somewhere else?”
He relaxed when he was no longer under Liam’s eyes, “We can sit here unless you have a spot.” He chanced a glance and saw Liam think, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, there is this spot in the Prez. You would like it.” With that he flashed Theo his smile that always made him feel a little closer to human than he was.
Theo nodded connecting his phone to the Bluetooth and hit play. The car was filled with the gentle singing. “My heart has a little crush on you, so immature…” Playing in the background as they drove into the night.
It was 6:14 and you could barely even read all the words you'd written down of why it was time for you to leave.
The night was perfect they overlooked Beacon Hill just talking and laying in the bed of his truck looking at the stars as music played on between. He ended up taking Liam back home and he didn’t know what possessed him but as the other rounded the truck he leaned out his window and kissed the other before pulling back. He looked at Liam and his heart stutter thinking that he made a mistake but the other pulled him back and kissed fighting for dominance that he gladly submitted to the other touch.
He drove home to an empty house and unwelcoming walls that taunted him, the whispers were stronger guilting him. He walked into his room and sat on his bed pulling his phone out and scrolled till he found who he was looking for. “Hey… About those two favors… I’m calling them in now.”
He smiled a little once the called ended and he laid back. He knew they would get the things he needed to him no latter than tomorrow night. She understood even if they didn’t like it but they understood and they would be there for him one last time.
With that he closed his eyes hoping tomorrow would be better as the feeling of Liam’s lips on his filled his dream. He curled up and almost could feel her fingers running through his hair and the brush of her lips against his forehead.
They just won against a big bad, and his side was killing him as it burn and he could feel the cuts slowly healing as he lean against Liam who wasn’t fearing much better but less hurt. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT THEO!”
Stiles yell as he marched to him, looking up in confusing, Malia appeared next to Theo side, as did the puppy pack and the other Chermia. “What-?” Before he could say anything Stiles hit him. “LET ME GO THAT ASSHOLE LET LYDIA GET HIT! I KNEW HE COULDN’T BE TRUSTED! WHY THE HELL IS HE STILL AROUND ITS NOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD CARE!”
Theo's heart stutter and he felt the burn in his eyes even. Liam was growling getting in Stiles face as Malia was helping him up the others ready to fight with Stiles. Scott was rushing over as Kira was helping Lydia around.
He didn’t remember being anywhere near Lydia let alone letting her get hit, he was near Liam like normal fighting with the other. He could hear Mason shouting that exactly at Stiles but the other was filled with anger and hatred.
Hayden took Theo from Malia, guiding him to his truck saying he doesn’t need to hear this but Stiles words were already stuck in his head. ‘ITS NOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD CARE!’
The words kept repeating over and over again. Why was he still here? He knows Liam cares about him but he could move on, so can everyone it's not like he deserved anything. His life was made on blood and bones, lies and pain. He looked at Hayden seeing her lips moving and concern, but the words sounded so muffle and far away from him.
“I’m just going to go home Hay, tell the others… I just want to heal up in my den and not deal with aggressive McCall pack.” He mumbles and before she could stop him let alone say anything he got in his truck. Pealing out fast and driving even faster so no one could stop him.
He stumbled in from his truck feeling the shakes and tears gathering faintly he noted it was 6:10. He climbs the stairs before busting through his bedroom door flinging his jacket off, he stumbles to his desk. Pulling out sheets of papers he stares at them for a second mind all over the place, he can hear his phone ringing none stop, he looks to see his friend came through as a box sat on his bed.
Nodding to him self he started to carefully write each one of them letters each detailing how this wasn’t their fault. How he was so thankful for them that he honestly didn’t expect to live this long that he never planned for a life after the doctors. It was hard for him as the tears started to blur his words and he was sure to smudge his words as he wrote.
Your phone was on the ground and you could barely hear it ring. Couldn't even hear a sound, couldn't feel a single thing…
Once he was done he took the box and opened it, inside was a note and a vial, the liquid was Lilac colored but he knew what it was. He flipped the note over, they wrote that it would stop his healing and would make it painless for him and that they would carry out his last wish. Opening it he quickly drinks it making a face before heading to his bathroom.
He felt dizzy still but he crawls into his tub, he didn’t want to leave a mess before flicking his claws out. He starts to cut, it shouldn’t take to long he knew his side was still bleeding badly. Taking a shaky breath, he filled the tub up letting it run as he leaned back.
He faintly hears the ringtone he said for Liam play, smiling a little as he thinks of the other. “Li… Thank you.” He mumbles feeling more and more relaxed as the water starts to turn pink. He cuts more and more till he felt weak as he looks at the door seeing his sister standing there smiling at him.
Now, it's 6:15 and you're on your knees, blood is on your sleeves and your lungs won't breathe, eyes are watering, body's shivering. And you're wondering what is happening?
“Tara… Tara your back.. Missed you.” She moved not making a sound as she sits down looking at him. “Theo… It’s okay. Soon we will be back with them.” She lifted her hand up and ran it through his hair comforting him.
He closed his eyes taking the comfort as his body starts to shiver, causing him to slips down, and the water was already covering his body. He felt a little guilty knowing he was going to have water for the next people. Tara leaned over the tub smiling at him, “It’s just like falling asleep Theo, just go to sleep I’ll be right here.”
His heart was pounding in his chest as if it knew what was happening and a shiver racked his body as he tried to breathe only getting a mouth full of water. Eyes burn as he filled his lungs burn with the water in them, slipping farther till he was submerged. Slowly he let go no longer fighting as the darkness came over him, he wished he see Liam one last time.
Now, it's 6:23, and they're on their knees, begging Jesus please can you make Him breathe.
Liam, Malia, and the others rushed to Theo house they knew something wasn’t right when Hayden came back running for them. Saying Theo just left in a rush. Liam's stomach filled with dread as they rush leaving Scott and the others behind calling out for them. Liam apologize to Theo as he kicked his front door down.
They could hear water filling up, but the feeling something was off and they all could smell fresh blood. Running up the stairs and into Theo room he turns around looking and sees it water pouring out from the under a door. He slams it open and god did he wish he didn’t.
He sees Theo in bloody water and submerge, he could hear the others behind him and a scream from Hayden. Liam wanted to throw up but he pushed through it as he turns the water off and gets on his knees as he lifts Theo up from the bloody water and feels. He wasn’t breathing but he felt it a barely there beat.
He starts doing CPR, “Why isn’t he healing!?!?” Mason cried out as he joins Liam taking his hoodie off as he pressed it against the cut in Theo side. Malia and the others looking around trying to find anything to tell them what happen.
“I-i don’t know fuck! Theo baby please! Please breathe.” Liam begged as he kept going. Hayden was on the phone for ambulance they said they would be there in thirty minutes. “WE DON’T HAVE THIRTY!” Liam screamed still working hearing Theo ribs break under him and they weren’t mending.
“We are going to have to take him Liam!!” Mason shouted, there wasn’t a choice he lifted him up “Someone search see what you can find!” He rams out with Mason behind him as they Theo truck speeding out of his home to the hospital.
“Come on baby, come on stay with me.” Liam begged Theo, as he listen to his heartbeat get fainter. Mason was driving with silent tears falling. He pressed the hoodie close to his side, he couldn’t believe this was happening.
'Cause they finally see what was happening underneath their nose and underneath your sleeves.
Malia, Tracey, Corey, Josh, and Hayden were standing there shaken. “How did we miss this..?” Hayden whisper looking around as if for the first time they could finally see it. Nothing in the room showed a teen room if anything it looked fake. There was no poster, award nothing to show who the room belong to.
“H-he looked like he was getting better but…” Corey started swallowing his words as if unsure, “He always had a faint scent of blood on him…” He whisper and now he knew.
Theo would laugh it off saying he had nicked himself when cook or something and Corey let it go because Theo would bring up how him and Mason were doing. Now more than anything he wished he could go back and insist what was really happening. Show Theo how much they all love and care about him and fuck what everyone though.
“It’s caus he didn’t want us to see and we didn’t want to see or believe lets face it! We all saw the signs and warning but we ignored it cause no way Theo would do it! We believe he was to strong and couldn’t break fuck..” Josh snapped before falling to his knees with Tracey holding him rubbing his back. Malia just looked around, she was crying but determined to find something to help when she sees it the vial with a bit of Lilac liquid taking a sniff she pull back.
“I think I found out what he took, it might explain why he wasn’t healing.” She held it up in front of all of them. Corey moved over and notice a box on Theo’s bed. He lifted it to see the note, he covers his nose smelling Theo’s emotional pain. He quickly snatched the note before sitting the box down.
“Yeah I think it is, it said it will stop his healing and be painless… He was planning this, that why he was hanging with us.” Corey bent over feeling sick to his stomach, now seeing all the signs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck we were so damn blind.”
Malia wanted to crush the bottle in her hands but Hayden gentle touch stopped her. “W-we should get this tested maybe we can reverse it. W-we can save him, we have to save him. He is our friend.”
Her words coming out between heavy breath as she pushed back the urge to sob. “Let's go, Denton can help us.” Tracey looked at her unsure, “What if he doesn’t?” She whispered the fear getting to them.
“Then we make him.”
He can barely see the pavement, He can barely read the signs. People think He's complicated but never wanna look inside.
Mason didn’t slow down as he kept pressing on the gas, the trucks hazard blinking. He looked at Theo in Liam arm and pressed down more. He swore he could hear the ticking of a clock in his head.
He saw the headlights of a cop flashing behind, normally he would be scared but right now he doesn’t care. His best friend is holding their other friend in their arm while they are bleeding out. Liam had been falling in love with Theo and right now he refuse to stop not for anyone.
“Fuck them, fuck all of these backward fucking assholes!” He cries out and speed up, his heart pounding as he pushed the truck to the limit. Ignoring everything as he hurries them to the place to save Theo. More cops joining behind them with their lights, He can hear something being called out to them.
He pulls under the Emergency entrance blasting the horn three times, as he threw the truck into park. He jumps out and open the door for Liam and runs in screaming for Help. He knew he looked crazy he was covered in Theo blood and tears rolling down his face.
One of the Nurses come to him hesitating but, “P-please help my friend is dying!” He cries out and rushes back out and Liam finally came in carrying Theo in his arms. “Please help us, please.”
When they saw Theo and Liam they finally jumped into action, They took Theo from Liam who wanted to follow. They were paging Dr.Greyer to surgery, Liam was held back as he wanted to follow but the only thing he could hear was Theo already fading heartbeat get fainter as they rushed him to surgery.
'Cause He's a little too R-rated and they're a little too damn blind. He's just looking for His angels, but they're a little hard to find.
Melissa was passing through when she saw the two boys waiting covered in blood and for a moment she felt scared thinking of Scott or Stiles. “Liam? Mason? What are you two doing here?” Liam just kept looking at his hands, frozen as a statue, Mason looked up at her, tears still falling.
“T-theo… He is in surgery…” He swallowed still not wanting to say the words. “H-he tried committing s-sui– he tried to end his life… Corey said he took something that prevents himself from healing.”
She felt her heartbreak, looking at these boys. He was hurt while she may not have seen Theo alot she always though he was a good kid. “Does Scott and Stiles know?” It was like a trigger as both boys got angry.
“Why should we tell them!’ “STILES IS THE REASON!” They both shout, eyes blazing in rage. Melissa took a step back in shock, “Stiles hit him and accused him of letting Lydia get hurt when Theo was with me! He doesn’t even try hanging out with them cause Stiles is always accusing him of doing something and Scott just lets it happen and apologize after!”
Liam just deflated falling back into his chair feeling Mason place a hand on his shoulder, “Mrs.McCall, No offense but we don’t want the older pack here. We and the others are Theo’s friends, his family. We have been there for him, we tried to help him because we felt something wasn’t right and tried our best. I-if Theo makes it we are going to do better and that is by putting boundaries on the others and make sure he gets help.”
Before she could say anything the doors open, and Liam dad came out looking around, spotting his son who jumped up making his way to him with Mason. Melissa could only watch as Liam and Mason walk and she could see the tension and stress as if preparing for the worst news of their life.
“H-how is he dad? Is Theo…” Liam looked into his stepdad brown eyes, noting the tension in his shoulder and the sadness in his eyes when he realize that his son and best friend was here for the kid he was working on.
“I’m Sorry Liam, Theo is…” His dad took a breath, seeing the young boy on his table flashing before his eyes, god that could have been his own son. “Theo is in a coma, we lost him a few times. It was touch and go but if you didn’t do what you did he… He would of died. Now it's up to him.” He pulled Liam into his chest seeing his son shake.
They fell to the floor as Liam cried holding onto his dad tightly as he shakes, wondering how did it get like this but he wouldn’t give up they still had a chance to save him. He could see a memory of Theo looking at him, eyes sparkling as he smiled at him as they looked to the sky. “If you could have one wish, what would it be?” He hears Theo whisper to him, he didn’t have an answer then but now he had one.
#Thiam#fanfic#ao3 author#ao3fic#ao3 fanfic#theo raeken#liam dunbar#hayden romero#malia tate#teen wolf#theo x liam#Scott McCall#stiles stilinski#lydia martin#kira yukimura#brett talbot#lori talbot#derek hale#peter hale#suicudal#self h@rm
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You know what? Fiction is full of characters that start out all sweet, innocent, and cheerful only to end up hard, jaded, and bitter. But once in a while I want to see the hard, jaded, and bitter character become sweet, innocent, and cheerful.
Don’t say brain damage or brain washing or whatever. I mean a natural change as a result of the adventures.
And no, a redemption arc is not usually want I mean. Usually a redemption arc is full of angst and stays shadowed by guilt. Plus they usually involve people that have done “evil”.
What I mean is, I want to start with someone that glowers all the time, rants about the cruelty of the world while claiming that their own is just defensive, usually with their anger symbolized by “tough guy/gal” clothing and a collection of weapons. They are prone to literally growling. An antihero or edgy, tragic good guy.
Then, WHAM, the people they meet and the adventures they have teach them that the world really is actually full of goodness, beauty, and love too. They don’t just become a tough guy with a hidden soft heart towards kids and puppies, but actually become openly softer. They start laughing more than they growl. Instead of snorting dismissively at wildflowers, they start picking them to make chains of them for their besties. Maybe ditch the clothes that are all darkness and spikes for colorful clothes, even OMG pink. Instead of using their strength for violence they use it for fun. They are no longer beneath a cloud of despair and rage, but full wonder and delight at everything around them.
Basically, I want the characters battered by the worst the world has to offer to find their way to happiness. I don’t want them to only be looking to to the past with regret, but to look to the future with hope.
I dunno, what is it with writers? It’s treated as an inevitability that light becomes dark. The world is a harsh places that breaks people, where the only way to survive is to match it’s harshness. Any good, loving, or happy people are seen a weak. Heck, I’ve seen writers say that being basically good is “unrealistic” and “boring”. What miserable lives they must have if they think evil is more realistic and interesting!
But it boils down to this:
Life is hard. Bad things happen. People are often cruel. Most of us have some serious damage in our lives somewhere in our pasts. Absolutely. It’s nice to vent, to vicariously imagine ourselves impervious, transformed into something scarier than those that hurt us. And it’s natural to think that even if things get better it’s going to include a constant haunting of what came before, or will require some terrible sacrifice.
BUT maybe, just maybe, we need some stories that don’t just indulge and validate out ugliest pain inspired feelings. Maybe we need some stories that say we can find our way back, and without losing any of our powers. That we don’t have to be defined be what hurt us, but can define ourselves. We need to think we can find, and deserve to find, untainted happiness.
Because I believe that is just as real, and realistic, as becoming a snarling cooler than thou killing machine. And honestly, wouldn’t wouldn’t you rather feel able to pick four leaf clovers and giggle at a kitten climbing on your head?
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Y’know I don’t talk about stupid discourse shit because it tends to make me feel bad and because I do not want to surround myself with people who spend the time that they could be comforting themselves with just rambling about how they’re better than other people online and making themselves feel even more angry. I do, however, feel that I like. REALLY need to get this thought out. I’m open to constructive criticism if something is really that bad here, but I do not want anyone calling me or anyone else anything for how they feel. Ok, let’s go.
Calling people “Puriteens” is, no offense, incredibly stupid, and on a more serious note, very insensitive. To everyone in the situation.
I think it lays mostly in the word itself. One of the key parts of the word is “Teen”. Teen. You are referring to a child here. Yes, I know “Teen” is a technically broad term, but if you’re using the term, you’re probably an adult who is considerably older than the people you are talking about. In this perspective, they are children, no matter how close they are to being legally considered an adult. If you are complaining about teenagers, you are complaining about people who are significantly younger than you.
The very fact that grown adults spend their time talking about how kids are “Ruining our sacred, precious fandom spaces” is kind of like. I don’t want to sound MEAN here. I don’t want this to seem like I have any ill intent but like. Come on dude. Like, I’ll get to other stuff later but like you literally pay taxes. You have bills and rent and a job and you have to go to the doctor and get shots without someone holding your hand. While there are people who take things extremely far, I can assure you that it is not people who still have a bedtime who are truly ruining your fun. You consider yourself an “Internet veteran”, right? Block them! Report them! Chances are, because you are a fully developed and mature individual, you aren’t stuck on the thought of “Oh gosh, but what if I seem rude?!” You have the ability to adapt to new ideas and communities coming into the spaces that you once enjoyed, and you have the ability to transition into something that you’d feel more comfortable in. I could leave Amino, you can leave Twitter.
Now onto the more important aspect here, I am most certain that there are going to be people who see this and go “Dawwwwww the little minor is ‘opinionated’ how cute! The adults are talking, though, go sit at the play table with your little cousins” and I would like to say that this is part of the problem. The problem is that kids and teenagers opinions, feelings, and sometimes traumas are consistently overlooked because they are “Too young to understand what they’re talking about.” Going back to the “Internet/fandom veteran” thing, a very important thing to note is that you were once a hurt child who sought out fandom for comfort. I’m not saying everyone finds community as an escape but I have yet to encounter a single person who’s deep into fandom who also didn’t have some baggage. You were a kid once. You were a kid, and you were on your favorite websites, talking to your online friends about your favorite shows and ships, and that was the only place you truly felt safe. And because you’ve grown up now, the natural belief that all your feelings from when you were young were over exaggerated makes you think, “Anyone who does that is over exaggerating, because I was over exaggerating.”
You were not. You were a hurt child seeking comfort.
These accursed “Puriteens” are doing the exact same thing.
They’re also hurt, they’re also seeking comfort and community. They’re also trying to process how they feel.
And they don’t need to “Toughen up and accept that they’re not gonna like things” because we both know that you did not do that either. Because when you were a hurt child you were not over exaggerating and you were not holier than thou, accepting everything and everyone.
You were a hurt child. You had strong opinions. You did not want some people to be anywhere near you. That’s a normal thing.
Maybe you didn’t make callouts and maybe you didn’t cancel artists and maybe you didn’t doxx people but to be completely fair maybe not everyone is or wants to associate with criminals.
But you were discomforted by something at some point. Extremely discomforted. Discomforted because it reminded you of the exact reason why you are in this community; Because you have been hurt by something and because you want to be with people who will understand and help you.
You cannot expect children to be comfortable with everything you post or comfortable with blocking and blacklisting things as soon as they join a fandom because they are children. Maybe you don’t remember, but a developing brain is inconceivably bad at making sure everything is ok. There are so many things whirling around in the brain and they don’t want to focus on any of it, no matter how much they should take precautions. It’s possible, but it’s difficult. When you’re trying to feel comfortable, you do not want things to be difficult.
I’m not here to say that I have the answer to every single ounce of fandom discourse. I’m not here to say that all of one group is horrible or that all of one group is innocent.
But you’re talking about kids that you once were like. You need to consider how you felt when you were younger and you need to consider that this is literally the exact same thing.
#discourse#shipcourse#fandom discourse#rant#puriteens#because they key word is needed#I’m not using ‘[blank]ship’ tags#I’m scared of those#personally I think the solution to this all#is to just be a considerate person#it’s difficult to truly come to terms with how everyone else feels about things#but it’s much better than blaming everything on someone else without considering how they feel#‘bullies are abvsive because they’ve been abvsed’ and all that
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