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I dont actually care about Reddit user migration discourse or whatever, but r/196 users y'all gotta learn how posting works down here. The r/196 tag is like, exclusively reposts. We don't do that here. I know Reddit is a platform designed from the onset around reposting but that ain't it here. You either dig in the trenches for hours to find the post you're thinking of, or it gets lost to time naturally until it gets found and sent around in a reblog chain 5 years later and we all get a wave of nostalgia. Y'all subsided on reposts from tumblr for years but you gotta adapt to survive in this climate.
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Letting of steam
Disclaimers: Sub Leon, Dom reader, cussing, handjob, male receiving. This is Dead by daylight Leon!
Pairing: Leon + Female reader.
Summary: Leon and you get sent to yet another trial, whilst trying to relieve him of stress so you just go with the flow.
He looked so restless right now. Leon had been sent to so many trials today it was taking a toll on him. It physically hurt your heart seeing him so stressed, but of course him being himself tried to mask it behind a bright smile.
He did not deserve this, he did not deserve to be continuously killed over and over for some sick supernatural entity's pleasure. Just a little while before he was fighting massive tyrants that wore trench coats and fedora hats.
"Leon take it easy, ok?" crouching beside him taking his calloused hands in your own squeezing them comfortingly. He returned the gesture looking at you, "I'm fine I promise, just a little tired that's all."
Having only dated Leon since you came to this weird world, could you even call it that? whatever this place was, you always dreamed about how it would be if you guys could truly be free.
You both escaped Mr X by the skin of your teeth as the entity decided to take the two of you along with Claire Redfield. A smart, intellectual college student who along with you and Leon were trying to survive the horrors of Raccoon City.
"Hey I have a way that'll help you let of some steam." Grabbing his hand, pulling him up and along with you leading him to the small shack like hut you and him stayed at when you weren't at the campfire with the other survivors.
Pushing him down in the mattress, you crawled atop of him. You kissed him lovingly, as he sighed into the kiss cupping your face. Hair tickling his face, your little moans sending electric shocks straight to his dick.
He tried to push you down, so he could see you from above him. "No baby, this is about you not me." you pushed him back gently. But as you began to unbutton his tactical pants, mouth watering for his heavy dick to be in your mouth right now, the colours around you began to fade.
"Fuck! seriously right now?" You yelled at the entity, for stopping your sexy time with your boyfriend. Before you could protest more you found yourself in the waiting room in RPD. Really? the entity definitely sent you here on purpose, It's like it wanted you to relive the horror of those rotten looking corpses trying to eat you except there was no zombies but a crazed killer every trial who wanted to place you on a rusty meat hook. Oh gosh Leon. He was probably still hard as fuck for starters, knowing the shitty entity couldn't control his sex drive.
Entering the corridor of the East wing, you made your way to the rooftop. It was still raining here, like it was on the night you met Leon. The entity really liked these special effects you could say. Stepping past the remnants of the helicopter explosion, you made your way down through into the main hall. Glancing at the maiden statue square in the middle, before making your way into the west office.
There he was Leon had just finished the 2nd generator, he was palming himself through his pants. Relief sunk into you making your way towards his standing figure.
"Hey handsome, let me help you with that." Whispering in his ear, your hot breath fanning against him making blood rush towards his cock.
Startled at your sudden prescence, Leon allowed you to push him to the ground back against the wall.
"But baby we gotta help our t-"
Hushing him one finger placed onto his rosy lips, "Claire will handle it c'mon."
You thought about it quickly, Cheryl could definitely finish the remainder of generators by herself. Claire was more than capable of distracting the killer for another 5 or 10 minutes. That left you to relieve your baby's stress, you knew his cock ached for you.
Pulling his suffocating briefs down his calves, letting them pool at his ankles along with his tactical pants. He was so pretty. Nice and girthy, his pink tip twitching with beads of precum rolling down. Spitting into the well of your hand for some sort of lubrication, you wrapped a small hand around him.
This caused him to let out a deep groan, making you giggle.
"Gosh Leon, I haven't even started yet and you're already moaning for me?"
Rubbing his slit faster made him buck his hips up higher into your hand trying to gain some sort of the slightest friction.
"Shit.. stop teasin me baby." Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead and temple. You felt at peace like this, these intimate moments with Leon proved you weren't alone in this.
His whines became almost pornographic, stuffing his shirt between his teeth he grabbed your arm tightly.
"Where are your manners mister?" sighing you put your head into the junction of his left shoulder. He was so warm, his sweet, muffled sounds made it better.
Drool was beginning to dribble down his chin, as he looked at you with those mesmerising, cerulean coloured eyes of his.
"Please let me cum.. please promise I'll be good." His thrusts died down, waiting for your answer.
"Please what?"
"Please Ma'am, wanna ah cum."
With glee you sped up, "That's right baby I'm right here."
His breathing got heavier, gosh he was so sensitive it made you feel pride knowing you were the one getting him so worked up like this. Nipping and kissing at his supple, pale neck the salty tang left on your tongue as you left your little love bites peppered all over his skin possessively. Wanting to make sure all those other survivors knew that he was yours, only yours and you were his.
When he came his load was huge, you knew Leon cummed a lot which increased his attractiveness even more but even you were taken aback. He must have not touched himself in a while, glad you could help.
"Holy shit Leon." It just kept coming, you'd milked him dry at this point. All over his thighs and your fingers, you brought a hand to your lips. You tasted him of your fingers, moaning erotically at the taste.
"Christ, your so good with your hands baby." Pushing his sandy strands of hair back, giving you a perfect view of his fucked out face.
"Wanted to make you feel good sweetheart, now let's clean you up and go help the others."
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With all this discourse around, all I gotta say is none of y'all would survive in other fandoms. You guys would be EATEN alive by the rampant shipping discourses and AWFUL takes in fanon.
At the end of the day, you just have to pick what YOU want to interact with. If you don't want to see the "Asphalt!!!" Or "Hahaha Busket!!!" people just use the power of the BLOCK button and character tags. There's a lot of things out there to make your experience with the fandom, I don't know, fun?
Enjoy your favorite characters, enjoy the material you want to see, and just skip past the stuff you don't. Take it from someone who has been in the trenches with some notably awful fandoms. You make your experience! You make your own happiness!!
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Gotta admit I'm still shamelessly knee-deep in the tlou found family trench, and also I would personally like to coin the genre 'survival stories where the key to survival is love'
#the way this has a chokehold on me#do you realize how lifechanging our connections to others are#how caring about other people IS the purpose#also doesn't help that the society of the snow has basically the same theme#I'm so weak for it#beautiful movie heartwrenching#personal ramble#hyperfixations#my brain does things#tlou#the last of us
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share your silly billy headcanons
fuckkk i gotta think of some silly ones….
ok these arent all silly but. perhaps a bit billy.
Random Logan Headcanons;
i think logans got a real sweet tooth. but also just poor eating habits in general. like he’ll just eat tubs of icecream and call it dinner. its not really much of a headcanon ig, since its shown a couple times in canon….
ig a headcanon related to that would be that he has no fucking clue how to shop for groceries, mainly just eating whatevers around the xmansion or going to the gas station/corner store for snacks. if he went to an actual grocery store i feel like he’d get easily overwhelmed, overthink it, and get paranoid about people judging him(grocery shopping is peak Normal human behaviour and the standards are EXTREMELY HIGH). he also just hates shopping in general.
for a lot of things in his life he tends to settle for just surviving, not really having much care for the quality of his living conditions, just as long as theres somewhere to sleep n things to eat n alcohol to drink.
logan makes more animal noises when hes around his friends, and even more when hes alone. theyre basically vocal stims.
he talks/monologues to himself a lot. used to a lot more, but now its mostly when hes alone.
despite all the talk of needing to be more Man than Animal, he actually likes showing of his mutant abilities. like hes always up to arm wrestle, race someone, or do a cool trick with his claws. he’ll show off his healing factor too, ignoring the pain for pleasure of just getting a reaction out of someone, especially if hes doing a bit.
watches sports just to have some stimulation for his brain. he doesnt really have an interest in sports, but has picked up some context over just from watching it for so long that he knows the basics of whats going on. mostly comes in handy so he can have an excuse to yell at something. but honestly he’d probably even yell at a cooking show.
sleeps nude, mainly just a texture problem. he can sleep in terrible conditions when out on missions and stuff, but when at home he tries to have it as comfortable as possible.
reads a lot of books(again, as a way of keeping his brain stimulated) and leans towards more slice of life ones, as well as romance.
chews on his dogtags.
Random Victor Headcanons;
also makes animal noises as a vocal stim, but a lot of them are more involuntary. his meowing is also really high pitch compared to his regular speaking voice.
listens to music to keep his brain stimulated. loud stuff. he also gets some noise cancelling headphones at somepoint, and likes that they just look like regular headphones.
flicks his nails together as a stim.
a harmful stim he has is scratching himself, like long lines across anywhere on his skin.
he kept one of logans button up shirts after a fight one time, a super long time ago, and uses it as something to snuggle for comfort when he sleeps. side effect from this is that sometimes when fighting, logans scent will make him sleepy….
likes trench coats that have a fuck ton of pockets. he likes to be prepared, but also refuses to buy a handbag, so hes got all kinds of weird stuff in his pockets.
watches a lotttttt of tv. and movies. hes kind of a cinephile.
the reason his hair is so perfect all the time is that the healing factor applies to stuff like hair and nails as well. unlike logan(who uses a bunch of hair product daily) victor keeps his natural. he rarely even needs to brush it. he took to putting it up in a ponytail for when he needs to look more professional, since normally its fairly big and fluffy. he’ll sometimes put it up in a high ponytail or bun too, and occasionally add accessories n braids to it.
prefers hot showers/baths. also hangs out in his hot tub a lot. makes him feel clean.
huge wardrobe, all kinds of outfits. he tends to keep a lot of his clothes from over the decades, even if he doesnt wear them anymore.
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Jewels made of stardust
(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)
Chapter 8: I never had so much to lose
Last chapter ~ Next chapter
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When Rhoswen came to she looked around confused. Where the hell were they? She sat up slowly and that’s when she saw Leia, sitting at her bedside.
“Mom? Where are we? Where’s Poe?” She sat up in a panic
“We’re on Crait, there’s an old rebel base here. Poe and the others are about to lead an attack on the First Order. They’ve landed.”
“Wait! What! I gotta…” She tried to jump put of bed only to nearly fall on her face. Leia catches her.
“Not so fast my dear. You hit your head pretty good I think you might need a day to recover.” As she says this Rhoshwen feels the thumping in her head.
“Please Mom…I need to see Poe, before he goes…I gotta tell him-”
“Tell me what Red?” Poe walks into the room with a smirk on his face, but genuine happiness in his eyes.
“Poe! Oh thank the force.” She takes his arm and looks at him “Poe…Please, whatever you’re thinking of doing…I need you to come back…I-”
“Rhoswen…Don’t say it yet…I’ve been waiting for a long time to hear it but…Not yet…tell me when I get back. Then I’ll have to come back. Right?” He smiles at her sadly.
“Don’t play Games with me Poe.” She says softly
"This is not game to me, Red." he whispers. "The way I feel it’s like nothing else, no one else makes me feel the way you do." he says, his voice lowering to a husky growl. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, her hands on his chest a surprised look on her face. "It's a storm, Rhoswen, one that I can't control. One that's taken over me."
“Then prove it. Fight for me. Show me that you need me as much as I need you, you own me as much as I own you. That this…That we’re worth the fight. I can’t lose anyone else Poe. I can’t lose you too.” Her emerald eyes piercing his as she grasps the fabric of his shirt taking in his familiar scent. Trying to find every way to tell him those three words without saying them.
“You won’t lose me Rho, Not today.” He wants to finish it by saying he promised, but he knows that’s a promise he can’t keep for sure, so instead her just leans in and takes a deep breath, Inhaling her scent, Memorizing it, he needed to treasure everything about this moment, everything about her. That’s when he hears Finn calling him. “I’ll be back Red. Then you can tell me.” He kissed her forehead before running off. Rhoswen feels unbalanced, physically and mentally. She leans against med bay bed. Leia approaches her and puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“He’ll be fine. Just watch.”
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Rhoswen watched as the speeders are taken out easily by the first order, When she sees the Millennium Falcon fly in, her heart jumps, She hadn’t seen her father’s ship since Rey left. As they battle goes south she relieved to see Poe slide back into the trench to safety. Everything is happening so fast, she’s chewing on her lip anxiously, she watches knowing her brother is in command, trying to kill them. As they return from a retreat she starts to feel light headed and finds some supply boxes to lean on as they try to make a plan. And that’s when it happened. Luke Skywalker walks through the hanger. Rhoswen watches as Luke walks past them to confront her brother. She hears the others arguing in the background but all she can do is stare. Seeing her brother for the first time in years…
“He's doing this for a reason. He's stalling so we can escape.” Poe’s words bring her back to those around her.
“Escape? It is one man against an army. We have to help him, we have to fight.” Finn protested.
“No, no. We are the spark that will light the fire that will burn the First Order down.” As Poe said this Roshwen felt a surge in her chest. They will succeed in the end, the have to. It’s the only way
“Uncle Luke is doing this so we can survive. We can’t waste this chance” Rhoswen says as she tries to stand from where she had been leaning, her head still pounding she starts to stumble but Poe catches her
“There's gotta be a way out of this mine. Hell, how did he get in here?” that’s when Poe notices, the ice foxes…He looks at Rhoswen
“But sir, it is possible that a natural unmapped area exists. But this installation is such a maze of endless tunnels... that the odds of finding an exit are 15,428...” C-3PO starts to say some dumb statistic.
“Shut up!” Poe and Rhoswen say simultaneously
“To one.”
“Listen.” Everyone went silent
“My audio sensors no longer detect the...”
“Exactly.”
“Where did the crystal critters go?” Finn asks. Rhoswen looks where Poe is looking. A natural exit. A way out.
“Follow me.” Poe commands. He squats down and lifts Rhoswen on his back, holding tightly on her thighs as she reaches around his neck, she wasn’t expecting this.
“Poe I can-”
“No you can’t you can barely stand straight. Just let me do this. For once Red, Accept the help.” He pulls her in tight and starts to walk towards, the place they saw the foxes go. The rest of the remaining members of the resistance look to Leia who chuckles.
“What are you looking at me for? Follow them.”
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When they finally escape the cave system with the help of Rey they find themselves in the Millennium Falcon. Rhoswen is busying herself, looking over every inch of the ship she grew up with, every nook and cranny, running her hand along the wall. It was just like she remembered. It was a miracle that she was here, that she was back in their hands. Just as she was taking a look around she heard her name called, she turns and Poe is standing there. A smile on his face.
“You’re feeling better?”
“Yeah…I…I’m home.” She smiles but she feels the tears running down her face. She takes a step closer to him, her earlier balance issues are a lot better but Poe instinctively reaches out to steady her pulling her in gently.
“I’ve got you…” he smiles at her, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. His dark brown eyes looking into hers with adoration. “You’re beautiful…I don’t think I’ve ever had the chance to tell you that.” He spoke softly, holding her waist. He was half expecting her to push him away or yell at him, as he had become accustomed to at this point, but for once she stays, she smiles at him and places her hands gently on his chest.
“Can I tell you now?” she asks
“Tell me what?” He smirks at her.
“I…I love you Poe.”
“I know” He says with a smirk.
“Aye, None of that.” She hits him playfully in the chest with a grin. The story of her parent love story was well known throughout the galaxy and the last thing she needed was him mimicking her father.
“Alright! I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Don’t hit me!” He laughs. “I love you too, Rohswen…I always have.” He cups her cheek in his hand tilting her face up to him. Looking over her face. He wanted to commit this moment to memory, The second he could finally love her, the rivalry finally over, from now on they could be together, he wasn’t going to let anything get in their way now.
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ac6 drabble: abort
last one before i go to bed (i was planning on doing more but work wiped me out today sorry...) but i have to do @steelhazeortus a solid and give them the iguazu/volta that they clearly crave (their prompt being "adding to my last unhinged reply: Volta lives but make it gay (I’m obsessed. Sorry)").
here ya go buddy
abort
Iguazu had his hand on the eject lever the moment the first round from that Juggernaut bitch had slammed into the ground less than a 100m away from him, the blastwave powerful enough it made even HEAD BRINGER's frame shudder with the force of it.
He'd looked out across the battlefield, across the hundreds and hundreds of metres of kill zones that lay between him and the Wall. MTs with rocket launchers, at least twenty long-range cannons twitchy enough to shoot a fly out of the sky, the fucking JUGGERNAUT raining hellfire on any poor fuck who was stupid enough to amble into its crosshairs, and the GODDAMN GATLING GUNS SCREAMING ROUNDS DOWN RANGE LIKE IT WAS GOING OUT OF STYLE-
you've gotta be shitting me, he had thought, in a light-headed, near hysterical sort of way, you have to be absolutely shitting me.
The supporting squad of suicidally loyal MTs were already getting shredded into scrap metal, yelling at making Michigan proud even as they died to bullet fire. Volta, the fucking IDIOT, was gunning full steam ahead, clearly trying to build the momentum for an assault boost over the defensive trench - Iguazu could make the tactical leaps to understand what he was aiming for: get behind the gatling guns, past the smaller rocket launchers, use the solid tower blocks as cover-
Iguazu was a survivor through and through. He took one look at that battlefield, realised the futility of it all in a split second, and thought fuck this shit i'm out.
His hand was on the eject lever. He even pulled on it a little, until it felt resistance. One more tug, and he'd be launched out of HEAD BRINGER and be walking back to the emergency rendevouz point. He'd rather take Michigan bawling into his face for being a cowardly little runt than heroically becoming an ashy smear on the floor to gain the Redguns absolutely jackshit.
His hand was on the eject lever.
But.
Later, Iguazu wouldn't really be able to explain why he didn't pull it the second he touched down. It defied common sense and his own selfish nature. But his gaze had been fixed on Volta stupidly charging ahead, as he always did, obnoxiously confident in his AC's manouverability and thick-plated armour to see him through anything. Iguazu had watched him charging forwards, acknowledged his tactical decision, and just thought the moron's gonna die.
That's fine. Volta was free to go to his grave feeling like he'd accomplished something when in fact it was just a pointless death for a bunch of old windbags who didn't give one flying fuck about the Redguns entirely, so long as they achieved their bottom line. Iguazu wasn't going to go the same way, though. He was getting out of Rubicon, one way or another. He wasn't dying here.
But.
...
His hand...
...
He let go of the eject lever.
"I must be outta my mind...!" Iguazu hissed under his breath, sending HEAD BRINGER forwards into a charge after Volta, the whistle-whine of overhead tank rounds and missiles making his pulse rate hit the fucking goddamn stratosphere.
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! his survival instinct screamed at him, WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT?!?!
He ignored it. He just followed Volta - followed him over the trench, narrowly avoiding getting blown out of the sky when the Juggernaut adjusted its aiming slightly to try and pre-empty his leap. He landed heavily, whispering "shit shit shit" under his breath like he was praying to Jesus Christ himself to reach down and pluck him from this situation that was entirely of his own making. He didn't, of course. No god gave a shit about Iguazu.
But it turned out he gave some shit about Volta, because the moron didn't use the apartment blocks as cover - he veered to the left, to try and use the open ground to try and do a suicidal charge. Iguazu finally remembered the button for his comms.
"VOLTA! FUCKING IDIOT- GET BEHIND THIS BUILDING!" he roared at him, even as he shot down some enterprising MT trying to lob a missile at him from atop of said building. "VOLTA!"
"I'M COMING! God, fucking hell, Iguazu, blow out my eardrums why don't you!"
Volta came trundling back behind the building, though, smoke and debris peppering his figurative heels, until they were both huddled behind an apartment block, every Rubiconian dipshit throwing everything they had at the fucking building and making him feel like he was standing in one of those shitty, old war films where a bunch of stupid idiots were sittingin a trench grim-faced and preparing themselves to charge into no man's land.
Like hell. Iguazu was going the opposite way, to- to man's land. Whatever. AWAY FROM THE EXPLOSIONS AND MISSILES.
"This mission's a fucking mess, Volta," Iguazu said. "Let's just get outta here."
"You mean ditch the mission?"
"No, I mean we'll do a tactical withdrawal to reconsider our options- OF COURSE I MEAN FUCKING DITCH!" Iguazu yelled, and even reached over to bonk Volta's AC over the head with his rifle. "YOU THINK WE'RE GONNA MAKE THAT?! WITH EVERY GODDAMN FUCKING COKED UP REBEL CUNT CARRYING TEN MILLION MISSILES EACH AND WANTING TO RAM EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. UP OUR ASS?!?! WE'D BE FUCKING SCRAP BEFORE WE CLEAR FIFTY METRES YOU DUMB FUCK!"
Volta didn't say anything for a long moment.
"Why'd you follow me, then?" he finally asked, sounding genuinely flummoxed.
Iguazu didn't have an answer for him.
"I'm fucking going, and you're coming with me," Iguazu said instead, refusing to let his insane dive into missile hell be for nothing. "C'mon, we're jumping the trench."
"Ugh..."
For one moment, Iguazu thought Volta was going to say no, and honestly, Iguazu didn't have a plan for that scenario, but fortunately Volta angled his bulky tank body back towards blessed freedom and muttered: "Fine, but I'm blaming you when Michigan asks why we ran away."
"Sure, whatever fine, he was gonna yell at me anyway."
They heroically got the fuck out of there, with the only sign of their toe dipping into hell being chipped paint, a few scratches, and Iguazu deeply confused about his own incomprehensible actions.
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So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.
I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????
Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!
And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.
Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?
Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.
Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!
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Thanks for the tag @tildeathiwillwrite!
OC Questionaire
My questions:
1. If you had to fight a member of the Fellowship of the Ring (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli), who would you pick? (assume they know what the Fellowship is)
2. Would you win?
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one object, what could it be?
I'll answer for the Honor's Outcasts crew :)
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1. If you had to fight a member of the Fellowship of the Ring (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli), who would you pick? (assume they know what the Fellowship is)
2. Would you win?
(I'll put the responses for these together)
Izjik: "Go big or go home! Aragorn, you're ass is mine!"
(Yeah, no. Izjik is good, but she's not Aragorn son of Arathorn good. She's getting her shit kicked in)
Sepo: "Hm, maybe that fucker with the shield? I think I could sneak up behind him and put a dagger in his throat."
(I'd give him 50/50 odds against Boromir, depending on if he can actually sneak up on him)
Twenari: "Ugh, I'm no good against ranged attacks, so I'll take the dwarf. So long as I can keep him at bay, I should be fine. He looks tough, but maybe not seven fire blasts to the face tough."
(And she's right. If Twenari can keep Gimli at a long range, she should be fine)
Djek: "Gods beyond, I gotta fight these guys? Fuck it, I'll take the short, squirrley looking one."
(Djek could probably beat Pippin. They'd both take it easy, though, and go smoke a bowl afterwards)
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one object, what could it be?
Izjik: "My washava. It's a rope. It's a weapon. I can use it as a snare if need be. I'd have never survived the Trench without it!"
Sepo: "I'm a siren, I'm not getting stranded on any damn island. ...But if somehow, magically, I was trapped there, I'd take my dagger. It's the first step in making most of the things I'll need to survive."
Twenari: "Firewood. I can light it with my magic, and then I'll have a signal flare."
Djek: "A whole lotta alchemist-grade kishra. I ain't surviving a godsdamned desert island - look at me - so I might always make those last days fun!"
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I'll tag @faeriecinna @mk-writes-stuff @scribble-dee-vee @thebejeweledwatercat and anyone else who wants in :)
Your questions:
If you could learn any skill instantaneously, what would you choose?
What do you think is your problem?
What is your first memory?
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Danganronpa 3: Future arc episode 1.
Aka Makoto's very, bad horrible day
Thonks.
Okay so we're just gonna jump right into Makoto being arrested.
Fun.
Makoto who just does not give a fuck.
That is not the look of fear.
White haired dude is doing the this is why your arrested thing.
And immediately, vibes are off. Maybe it's cos he's arresting Makoto.
Because Makoto is my boy.
Or because I don't like his hair. It looks... So bad. I can't put it into words but the more I look at it.
Yikes.
Love the snap shot of the tragedy.
Red sky, everyone in Monokuma masks the snap shots of the Remnants causing havoc.
I wasn't prepared for Gundam's snake army.
Which he has, apparently.
Low key thought what is probably a giraffe, was a dinosaur.
And the snake wrapped around him, iconic.
And the lil bit of Nagito bowing to the Warriors of Hope.
... Which makes me realise Komaru and Makoto literally just reunited and now your arresting him.
Booo!!!
Booooooo!!!
"Humanity had one hope against the despairs"
Makoto Naegi.
"The future foundation."
Pfft. Nope.
You don't even get the lenience of not knowing, the game was televised.
Also why do they all have giant ass trench coats, but this one girl has a fur trimmed one?
We were supposed to be coordinated but nooo.
You guys trying to convince me you saved the world and you can't even coordinate a group outfit?
Suuureeee.
I'm sorry but I can't take this serious narration seriously when looking at people with Monokuma masks on.
And a teeny fedora on one side.
It's so silly, I love it.
See, they may be trying to destroy us all but at least they can coordinate.
I do hope we see and hear more of the tragedy. Especially from these guys because we don't know much about it.
I mean our only sources are Junko and Genocider, not the most reliable.
16 remaining.
...thats not gonna last. And I'm glad we're not doing 15 and than a secret 16 student this time.
At least I hope so.
I swear if there's a random 17th student I'm gonna flip the table.
Random dude with a bull head.
And fur coat girl feeding the guy who's head is on her lap food.
Okay than.
I dunno why but I was suprised they had talents like oh yeah that's not just a high school thing is it.
Immediately, suspicious.
Because tf you mean the Director is the former Director of Hope's Peak.
You mean to tell me there are teachers that survived?
Given what happened to Jin Kirigiri I just assumed all the teachers were gone.
... Apparently not....
But the director? How did Izuru not just destroy you? Like you survived? Are you the only one who did?
I was so scared he was gonna be a secret Kirigiri or something.
Also sus that we don't know his talent, unless he doesn't have one.
I'll be honest, the talents are kinda lame. I mean we've got:
Wrestler.
School scout.
Therapist.
Pharmacist.
Boxer.
Confectioner.
Farmer.
Blacksmith.
Housekeeper.
They aren't bad, they are some pretty cool ones but we're coming off detective, gambling queen, soilder.
Like I expect a few normal titles but suprised there was nothing crazy.
... I'm gonna take that back when the Housekeeper goes full Kirumi Tojo and turns out to he president of Japan aren't I?
I guess it makes sense because they were the survivors of humanity united together.
So them having normalish talents make sense but yeah.
I'm actually more suprised everyone was a Hope's peak student or staff member than anything else.
Also we gotta give them a better title than "Former super high school level" because that just sounds sad.
Oh and we're on a completly safe on an island that no one knows about...
Yeah ya'll are fucked.
White haired dude is back.
And we know he's clearly a big deal because he walked up onto the table.
... How high are the ceilings here?
Kyosuke Munakata. He's the vice chairman of the future foundation.
I will say his hair sucks but that tie is interesting.
And suspicious.
No one walks around in all white with a black tie that has a monster on it.
And we get a full look at the Remnants.
Badass.
Also Mikan's nurse hat looks so adorable.
Twogami with the night vision goggles.
Foreshadowing.
Sonia with the crown 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼yesss.
What are you talking about? You don't look at these murderers with glowing red eyes and think, besties?
Sounds like a you problem.
They officially call Makoto the Ultimate Hope.
So happy, I'd be more happy if they weren't trying to arrest him tho.
"Is he even worthy of that name?"
... If I didn't like you before I sure don't now Munakata.
Don't talk about my boy like that.
Sidenote, I dunno why they keep calling it treason. You guys aren't as far as I know a government or a monarchy.
It's not treason.
Man nothings ever gonna top Makoto showing up late to his own trial.
👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Asahina!!! And Kyoko!!! With him, yess.
Outfits look great guys.
Maybe that's how you become a future foundation enemy? You just outclass them in the fashion department.
Man I missed these guys.
And yeah... They just arrest Makoto, no rebuttal just accepting he did the crime they're accusing him of and he deserves the punishment.
Love Asahina trying though, that was sweet. It must be hard for these guys too.
And I really like how there's people in the foundation wgo still respect Makoto.
Yeah he betrayed you, you're just doing you're job.
But he's also a colleague, he's someone you've come to know. You still respect him for the things he's done and still like him as a person.
I appreciate that.
... Unfortunately there's also the asshole's who hate him completely.
And fucking beat him to the ground.
And someone tried to throw a knife at Asahina, who's innocent mind you.
...This series is gonna give me anger issues I swear.
That good ol hopes Peak hypocrcy alive and well it seems.
I never thought I'd say this but can we start the killing game?
Please.
They made him bleed the asshole's... And the blood is red.
Kyoko maintaining her image because she knows she has too, while making it clear she is pissed off.
She's immediately characterised correctly.
... Is Chisa the Housekeeper lady with Munakata?
Girl I don't even know you and you deserve better.
Kyoko being Makoto's boss makes so much sense, professionally.
And in her own way telling Asahina she doesn't want her going down with them.
Asahina though, not backing down. I love the friendship between these two.
"We've been through worse."
Ha ha... Don't say it...shhsss
Wait, Chisa taught the Remnants?!
I guess someone would've had to but... What?! You're telling me they allowed her in here?
I appreciate her talking about this, hearing from her you can't kill them with kindness.
Hits harder, because she probably tried to. It must've been hard for her to see her own class destroy the world.
And visually they both look similiar, same green eyes and brown hair.
I wonder if she sees part of her in him. And telling him to quit while he's ahead.
... But Makoto's gonna do it anyway.
Or already has.
I love his answer though, it's so utterly Makoto.
They were people, they weren't born evil and I see hope in them.
... Fine I'll give Munakata a chance but I'm 👀watching you mister.
Hmm let's see, the buildings shaking and there's a bunch of dead bodies in a toilet stall.
Killing game tiiime.
I love the idea of Kyoko abd Asahina just shoving Yasuhiro outside.
Glad he looks the most changed, because he always was the oldest.
Aaand rocket missles.
Man Makoto just getting treated like shit... What would holding him down do? He's already injured.
I get that he's Lucky but it's not always good... As your about to see.
I will say I appreciate Munakata being level headed in the crisis. He might be vice chairman but he's definitely a leader.
Kinda like how Kyoko is Makoto's boss but when it comes to it, Makoto is definitely the leader between them. With Kyoko as his second.
Which is a neat parallel between him and Munakata.
Welp there's the sleeping gas.
And we're waking up disorientated and confused.
With... Bracelets? So at least Makoto got the handcuffs off.
Monokuma's suprise shouldn't make me laugh but here we are.
Makoto looks horrified, poor guy. I think he could've gone his whole life without hearing that again.
Poor boy, got arrested, beat the fuck up, and now relieving the worst experience of his life again.
With all the people who want him dead.
... Fuck man..
I hope the confusion is more what the fuck are you and not what is that?
Because I'm sorry if you don't know what a Monokuma is by now...you're really bad at you're job.
But ohhh boy we really are back in buisness.
"We'll make it a game, you millenials are into that aren't ya."
👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Makoto, I appreciate the early Hope speech because fuck Monokuma.
But literally everyone but your friends and Chisa maybe want you dead.
...and hun, you know how this works.
Makoto being instantly horrified and pissed off is the Makoto I need more off.
.... And they fucking killed Chisa.
I don't think we've ever had an opening kill? But... Fuck man, I was expecting her to survive.
... Nope... And oh man it's so brutal, the red blood really makes it worse.
And now Munakata's grieving and pissed...
Which means one of the more level headed dudes isn't gonna be anymore.
Man...Games begun.
Monokuma addressing Makoto by name like an old friend just adds to it.
Fuck man we in for a ride.
#danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school#Danganronpa#makoto naegi#kyosuke munakata#kyoko kirigiri#asahina aoi#long post
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White picket fences
Barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat, merry christmas
Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus
Oh what is he building in that painted lady?
A participation trophy wife, or blonde, blue eyed baby
Wide eyed and wired, the snap crackle pop of the Geiger
Camouflage billboards for lead lined brooks brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing duck and cover
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don’t look like survival, but buy now or die
Suburbiaaaa~
You’re not aloneeee~
The lights are onnnnn~
But no one’s home (so welcome home)
Myers Briggs, OKULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall
Oh well, home is where heart is
You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless
It’s the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it
So give me your half life crisis
I can tell you don’t know where paradise is
Where parasites don’t care what your blood type is
Only pheromones
Is it true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that, nobody knows that
Everybody’s all up in my, everybody’s all up in my
Everybody’s all up in my BUSINESS
Suburbiaaaaa~
Where you belonggggg~
The lights are onnnnn~
But no one’s home (so welcome home)
Chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
He cums radiation
The dog bites the postman, while basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive in, with an AR-15
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire
We fucked on a bed of nails
I caught kuro from your sister and died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the Fourth of July grill
Smile and wave boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love
Please pass the pills
It’s only culture, it’s only culture, it’s only
Cultureee~
Sulfur smoke and soot
You learned to torture house cats like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you’ve got
BLOOD
Didn’t they want your blood?
So why apologize for being blue and cold
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So why apologize when you’ve turned blue and cold
🎶🎶🎶🎶
It’s only culture, it’s only culture, it’s only
Ah- ah- ah- ah
Culture’s not your friend
Hey fuck your culture, I ain’t got no culture
It’s only culture and it’s more afraid of you than you are of it!
C’mon drink that blood!
Didn’t they want your blood
So why apologize when you’ve turned blue and cold
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger
Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary
Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author
You don't make the rules, you just write them down and
Do it by the book you throw around
Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn
Going against the grain and catching splinters
You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
The ink upon on your jigsaw piece traces you back to your fingerprints
Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die
The Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"
Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way
Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal
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Okay, time for TWDG ANF. The reason this one took me way longer is my disinterest was...great.
I was kinda with it at first. I liked the dark outdoors that required a flashlight and the introduction of the herd that would be a common thread throughout the story.
But then Mariana got her own trench and I think that's when the problems started to really show. Couple that with Francine's death, and I just started to notice a pattern of killing off characters we barely got any time with. And also that I had no attachment to the surviving characters either. It was like...we need to pad this character out? Just kill a girl or woman in their life!
Not to say that Season 2 didn't have its fair share of characters dying too early (see: Sarah especially). Nor was there an absence of women being used to pad out a man's backstory (see: Sarita). But I was still invested in the drama of the surviving characters. I still really wanted to see what happened next. I would think about watching something but realize TWDG was what I wanted to engage with most despite its flaws.
TNF was a slog, though. The characters felt bland and I was waiting for their personalities to drop. But then they just...didn't? And the story kept going?
The love triangle really wasn't doing it for me. I understood Kate wanting to leave an abusive relationship. She looked way better and healthier away from David, but I don't really feel like they explored that enough. Like maybe a more Kate-centric focus would've been cool. The apocalypse served as an opportunity to escape and she's faced with not only the threat of an apocalypse but having to face her abuser again? That's scary. That's terrifying. If you're going to include this element, I say you commit and do it respectfully.
But we don't really get enough of Kate. It's just mostly portrayed as over once she gets with Javi (if she does get with Javi), but my playthrough, David was at least dead. So I guess that's an escape in itself. Sorta. Kinda.
I wasn't really feeling David. I'm fine with villains, but this guy was just a jerk. Not even a jerk where I want to see what happens with him. I just wanted him to die.
Javi is fine, but he just feels like he's "nice" and I'm not really feeling a need to see what happens to this guy or buy any stickers of him.
The whole Richmond thing is really not well-explored. Yes, these people were benefitting from pillaging other communities. But now we have to save this town. Don't worry about all the destroyed communities. We gotta worry about this one. I mean, that's a pretty interesting problem to explore. Like something you might want to reckon with, struggling with the fact that you absolutely need security and food in an apocalypse but it's apparently been coming at the cost of others. Entire towns of people.
To be fair, it's not totally the citizens' fault. I suppose they were lied to. I guess. But I'm pretty sure Richmond didn't have the best known policies either, and they were probably okay with that. So, I don't know...
I have no idea what happened with Joan. Like you're given the option to shoot her but I didn't and she killed Tripp. I didn't care enough to replay to see what happens or even read about what happens, but she really has no presence as a villain. I don't really care enough to hate her. Of course, I don't like what she's doing, but like, whatever.
Speaking of Tripp versus Ava, I only wanted to keep Tripp alive because he didn't really feel involved. He just kinda tagged along. And then Ava was just mean (before she comically falls to her death). You steal someone's baby and you show up just to tell them to get over it. The same person who helped you avoid a hoarde of walkers. Wow, you are...likeable. I didn't care about Tripp either. There are two things I remember about him:
His face looks really stupid on the gameover screen when you're gunning Mitch's group down on the barricades of Prescott.
He is really annoying about his crush on Eleanor during inappropriate times.
Apparently Conrad could live or something. I just shot him because he threatened two kids. Sure, Gabe held him at gunpoint first, but it still felt a little cruel. I don't really expect him to add anything to the story, so I'm not replaying for that either.
I hear that Gabriel is a pretty hated character, but I definitely don't hate him. He was a little stupid, but he was really young and going through some stuff, so I can let that slide. That being said, he wasn't someone I really cared about either. Which is odd, because TWDG was pretty good with its child characters. I chose to go after him second and his death scene happened. And the ending really felt like they just put a sticky note of him up and got over it.
I felt like the doctor and Javi's father were the two most relatable characters. The doctor was over it and the father was over it but only spoke in jokes. The father's jokes were better than most of the humor in this season, as the seasonal humor felt very "Well, that just happened!" Marvel-esqeue and I didn't really feel like it had its own identity. I felt like it'd be harder to separate the humor from the earlier seasons from the situation the characters are in, but this round just felt empty.
Also, those graphics were...something. It seems like they upped the realism for the main characters, but those walkers... Uh... Yeah, those are... They're walking, I guess.
Speaking of the walkers, I feel like they were wasting all those guts. They mowed through walkers and could've used that to dress themselves, but they just didn't. They really need to get into mass-smashing walkers so they can cover up, but I guess that'd not be very fun. The news about the infection tends to spread on a person-to-person basis, but there was someone in the group who knew what to do, so they should've gutted-up.
And then there's Paul/Jesus. I feel like the best contribution this guy made to the story was having one of the ending cards read, "Did you believe in Jesus?" or something to that effect. Otherwise, he was annoying. He's also a part of the action problem, where it feels like these characters fight too well and the clunky aspect I love in many survival horror games is gone. What qualified for cool action to me was like...Clementine sliding underneath the tree or Lee kicking Andy into the fence after they tussled. He was literally running up walls and whatnot. I'm just not with it at all. I discussed my feelings on Molly and I need to submit a formal apology because I didn't realize just how bad it could get. I'm sorry girl.
I will say I'm a little worried about season four but I'm sure ANF won't have much to do with it, so I need to put my fear aside and just get into it. It's just, the direction it went in is not what I wanted from this series and is not something I want to engage with again. Thanks for reading all this!
And also Clementine was there.
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Villian: I gotta know, how do you cope with the stress of being a hero?
-scene cuts to Peter sitting in pink pants with cats on them and a ‘I survived my trip to New York’ T-shirt while eating a bar of chocolate, his hair is a mess and obviously hasn’t been cared for and his eyes have bags deep enough to rival the mariana trench-
Spider-Man: I don’t.
Villian: what?
Spider-Man: People need to stop assuming I’m okay, it is seriously unnerving getting asked ‘how old I am?’ or ‘when the last time I slept?’ or ‘why is there blood dripping down your side?’
Villian: …
Villian: are you okay?
Spider-Man: I thought we just established I wasn’t?
Villian: …I feel kind of bad about kidnapping you now
Spider-Man: you should, shame on you. Now undo these cuffs and let me walk home, I’ve got an exam tommorow- actually, I’ve got an exam today.
The Avengers, who watched the whole thing and are still cuffed: ??? Did he just guilt trip a villian into letting him go? How often does this happen?
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I am working on acceptance.
I gotta be real with y'all, thought i had this one down. we were working through the anger and the denial and the depression and the other things, but... acceptance, man. that one sneaks up on you.
because there's a difference between saying you understand that this is the way life is and these are the things that have happened to you and this is where you're at now and how you're going to move forward.
and actually understanding it.
because intellectually i am more than fully aware that there are limits to my abilities, there is pain i will have to endure in order to experience good things, things have happened to me that i should not have had to go through but i did it anyway and now we're here.
and it's another thing altogether to go "and the entire rest of my life will be spent working around these things."
I got to go on an Ooting today, and i enjoyed it. I knew it was happening, I was as prepared and well-rested as i could be, and I made sure i brought everything i could possibly run into needing while out and about. It means bringing along a huge bag, and having to take a seat on a bench every so often, but it's fine.
And i'm still in immense amounts of pain just getting up to go to the bathroom. and I will be, probably tomorrow and Saturday too. i did it right, i did everything right and knew my limits and worked only within those and i still...
I wish I felt less like I was being punished, and I think I've said that before. That this just feels like punishment for having a good time, for enjoying myself. And it always has, and it's the most Catholic thing about me tbh.
I wanted to cry again, slightly earlier. we moved past it, but... it's still there. lingering. it'll probably happen later tonight, and that's... expected.
Perhaps this will be easier to deal with when I am home and no longer masking the fact that i'm at minimum 17 possums in a trench coat. i've been doing amazing at it, i hardly even noticed it was happening until i couldn't anymore while we were out. Thankfully it was just with G and Vx so it was safe, even though it was in public, but it...
sorry. my brain is kind of everywhere. i think what i used to believe was brainfog due to Exercise (a thing i assumed everyone had a struggle with post exertion) might actually be associated more with the pain post-activity and that realistically what's been happening this whole time is i've just been in so much pain i can't string words together in a... coherent way. I mean i can, obviously since i'm writing this, but like. it's hard. is the point.
everything is hard. all of the time. even on easy days things are still hard. and that... that sucks. I think part of the issue with acceptance is that i.. don't want to think about that. About the fact that every. single. day. for the rest of my goddamn life (and up until this point too, let's not like...let's not forget i've already been doing this for several decades now) it's just going to be difficult to do things.
i don't want that to be the case. of course i don't. who would?? who would want life to be exponentially harder day after day after day with no end in sight?
but... i'm going to have to live with it. and part of learning to live with it is accepting that it's real. that there might not be an end until the day i die.
that every joy will come with a price of pain. that every moment of happiness is because i am sacrificing something - or had something sacrificed on my behalf years ago.
one of the way's i've been coping is by framing myself as the Fantasy Protag Who Got To Retire. you get picked for your adventure as a kid, maybe as late as a teen, you go and you get beat up and you get back up and you beat the bad guys. You win. You've survived.
Now what?
your war wounds, your battle scars, your injuries and your mental health don't heal right. Can't heal right - you were doing triage on the field, and never had time to go to a proper healer before it was too late. now all you can do is Manage the Pain.
So i'm managing. I'm 31, about to be 32. there are no more adventures for me unless someone's willing to carry me, or push me. And maybe I'm too tired for adventuring anyway.
idk the metaphor isn't perfect yet, i'm still workshopping it. but... it helps. not a lot, mind. but enough. most days.
i don't have a conclusion here. i just... idk. if you're reading htis and going through the same stuff, hey. i'm sorry that happened to you. i'm sorry this is how things are. come sit in the rocking chair on the porch with me, we'll have some tea and lemonade and we'll watch the adventurers leave town for their quests and remember when we were them. And we'll have quieter adventures in books and art and music and pain. and it'll be okay.
you're not alone and neither am i. Be kind to yourself, you deserve that.
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tell me about ur favorite rainworld character(s)
WAWAWAWA HIII TY!!
So it’s probably a bit obvious but Artificer is my favorite. One of my favorite things in video games is being overpowered and Artificer is that. Explosive jumps? Parrying? The ability to make bombs and explosive spears? YES!! The constant scavenger hordes are also very fun! You really gotta figure out what you have to do to survive in the moment, and make good uses of your weapons. Also trench warfare is just so funny to do.
Also Artificer as a character? YES!! Spoilers below
I love morally corrupted protagonists so much I love nuance and corruption. She’s just so interesting in the way where she has an explanation for her actions, but it doesn’t justify anything.
Yes, a group of scavengers killed her slugpups just for being curious, and they easily could’ve just gone without any violence. But the fault of a few scavengers doesn’t justify her killing any she could find. She ended up blaming every scavenger for the death of her pups, and she ends up killing the Chieftain when they had no involvement in their deaths whatsoever.
Artificer is stuck in a cycle of violence. Her actions very likely have caused other scavengers to go throw the same thing she did. It’s such an interesting story and she’s so complex and I just go so crazy.
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GET TO KNOW ME MEME ! !
NAME — Jaye !
PRONOUNS — They/She
SEXUALITY — World's Okayest Lesbian
SINGLE / TAKEN — That's for me to know and you to not find out <3
THREE FACTS
— I work for the American Civil Liberties Union !
— Before COVID I was literally a party princess. Snow White was actually my job for a few years ! :D
— Uhhh girl I am so boring- My Car's name is Wheatley because he too, is roundish, grey, old, and a bit stupid.
EXPERIENCE
HOW LONG — Oh gods uh. I was in 6th grade dude.
WHAT PLATFORMS —In no particular order, and bare with me here: Facebook, Amino ( eugh ), 7cups, Yahoo Chatrooms....., Twitter, Discord, Tumblr!
BEST EXPERIENCE — I will always say Tumblr. Everywhere else was a special kind of hell ! I gotta hand it to Twitter though, I did the greatest people in my life there, and we survived the trenches together :salute:
MUSE TYPE
FEMALE OR MALE — I think I write a total of like, 8 men. And one of them is a cat, and the other is a chipmunk... So. There's that answer.
FLUFF , ANGST OR SMUT — I am a fluff writer and I will die on this hill. Angst can be fun if it's incredibly well plotted out ( pointing at Lobhadh with malicious intent ), but I much prefer soft threads that can move a dynamic along just as much as a fight, argument, or dramatic happening can! As for Smut ? I don't write it. I'll admit some of the things I write can dip into very suggestive territory, but I dunno. I get like, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd hand embarrassment from even attempting to write anything past a suggestive tag warning.
PLOTS OR MEMES — Both. Both is good.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES — It really just depends on the brain at the time dude. Sometimes my replies will be a paragraph, and ( checks notes ) other times they'll be NINE Paragraphs... Anything less than a paragraph though I'm tagging it as banter.
BEST TIME TO WRITE — I usually get the muse to actually write replies in the evening!
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) — Sigh. Yeah... Yeah. Snow White, Montgomery Scott ( This one has been relentlessly pointed out to me by SOME OF YOU / lh ..... ) , and Nymh specifically take turns piloting my brain like some fucked up airship. I wish I could give you all specifics as to why but. Source? Trust me.
Tagged by? @aethramusings
Tagging? Literally anyone that feels like it. This was fun and long as shit.
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