#i know people move on fast nowadays but we don’t have to!
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SUPPORT ALL THE BE MY FAVORITE FIC PLEASE <3
I need everyone in the world to know that a friend of mine is writing a Witcher AU starring Kawi and Pisaeng from Be My Favorite and I’m reading an early draft of it on my lunch breaks and it’s become the best part of my day.
This thing is likely gonna be over 60k when it’s finished, and I’m really gonna need everyone in the world to leave kudos and comments on this fic when it’s done because my god she’s making an incredible piece of fiction and it’s so ludicrously charming. I don’t even play the Witcher games, I just casually watched the Netflix show and I don’t even think you need to have seen that to keep up. She’s just doing an incredible job.
I’m so happy our little time travel show is still attracting such incredible talented writers and such fun, exciting ideas in fanwork.
If you haven’t been keeping up with the AO3 tag obsessively like me:
Along with the stupefyingly, brilliantly executed genius of Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU Mr. and Mr. Jirawarakul (50k and one more chapter to go!!!) by Looorelai, there’s the nuanced The Long Way Home by saisei about the after-effects of Pisaeng’s time travel, and the punch-you-in-the-soul twist of Writing Ourselves on the Walls of our Future Hearts by Synergic.
Be My Favorite has had some incredible fics written for it.
If you loved the series and you’re missing it and KawiPi, I highly, highly encourage you to check out the tag or my bookmarks.
Tiny fandoms like BMF truly flourish when there’s warmth for them to grow by—or at least glow at a consistent rate. So when you read any fic ever and it makes you happy, please leave kudos and comments if you have the bandwidth. Especially if it’s old. Especially if the fandom seems tiny. It will mean more to them than you may realize; it may even mean the difference between that writer never writing in that fandom again and writing more.
An ember can start a fire.
Just as an example, I left a long comment recently on Clawed by daisydiversions in which Famous AU Kawi and Pisaeng (mostly Pisaeng) are battling a crane game in Japan, and the writer responded thus:
I thought, “Ooh, my screaming nonsense gave them a fic idea! That’s fun!”
Two days later, I had a notification in my inbox!!
And like! I get it! I wrote my 38k WinTeam fic Fireproof on the strength of my friend screaming at me after every chapter posted as well as the comments screaming even more. If I had been writing that on my own with no engaged readership, I would’ve gotten bored and unmotivated and given it up.
I’m not saying, “Leave comments in case the writers will write you fic.” I included that example as a, “Look what unbridled enthusiasm and active community spirit can inspire when we reach out to artists and tell them we appreciate what they created!”
It could inspire more fic, sure, but more importantly: it’ll make writers feel like we aren’t pantomiming for a silent, uninterested audience. That’s how fandoms survive for ten, twenty years. Or longer. Not just through love for canon.
We thrive because we show love for each other. Love for the stories and art we share with each other. Love for the community we’ve gathered.
Love is what brought us to fandom in the first place, after all. That’s where we excel. <3
A nice comment on a fic might be the difference between someone staying in fandom and leaving. You’re more influential than you know, and you can evoke incredible joy in people’s lives with a simple, “I loved this, thank you for sharing!”
#be my favorite#be my favorite the series#kawi x pisaeng#i love all these fics so much#and god they all deserve so much more love#i know people move on fast nowadays but we don’t have to!#i’m determined to keep my li’l microfandom well fed with screaming and admiration#always leave comments if you can#you may not know it but god it has an enormous influence#a friend told me recently the only reason she didn’t quit a fandom was ONE COMMENT#you’re more powerful than you may know <3
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It’s Analysis Friday about precisely why Hazbin Hotel is such a stand out.
But first - this is probably my last Hazbin Hotel-related analysis until the next season; give me asks during this long dry spell!
Why on this specific topic? Because I’m tired.
Y’all.
Listen.
I’m all for subjectivity. People can just like or dislike things regardless of quality. Heck, I know Helluva Boss is part of the Hazbin world, but it gives me too much cringe and vicarious embarrassment to handle.
(Yeah, I’m weird. I know)
But I keep hearing people say Hazbin Hotel is mid or just relying on hype.
Those are fighting words!
We are getting quality on par with Disney movies for a tv series!
That’s crazy! Let’s break it down.
Musical numbers
Talented singers play the main crew. Stephanie Beatrix plays Mirabel Madrigal, Kimiko plays Izzy, etc.
There were 2 songs per episode! And because it is truly perfect for a musical, we even get thematic reprises and callbacks!
Does anyone recall when similar things have happened in animation? MLP:FiM had a glorious episode that was ALL musical with a reprise. That’s all I have at this scale outside of Disney.
Characters
I’ve always known Vivzie to put thought into her work, and this shines through so well in Hazbin.
Lucifer’s depression is similar to my own
Angel’s gradual changes and struggles are realistic
Charlie’s breed of passion is the same as mine in my career
Alastor’s extremely manipulative yet we all love him
Velvette had one of the best formal character intros I’ve seen in a long time
Hazbin Hotel works really hard to get away from stereotypes, and dives in past superficial traits.
Also, we get things like Valentino sounding like he’s squeaking because moths squeak. We don’t need these things!
Animation
You know what else we don’t need?
Airplane arms!
Complicated dance moves!
Cute leg swishies with cuter sound effects?
Every second you see is 10+ frames traditionally. (Idk the studio’s technical details). That’s wild to add in these complicated extra details! And they flow so nicely! This level of quality for 2D (and honestly 3D too most of the time) is unheard of in the West nowadays.
And on that, western adult animated shows typically are so poorly made, especially in the art. Even the few I have seen that have okay stories to tell absolutely stink in terms of visuals and movement.
Story
Yeah, this is the biggest weakness Hazbin Hotel has, no doubt. The story is actually an incredible premise, and truly done pretty well within the awful time constraints. I think everyone is valid in saying it was far too fast! Hopefully we get more (or longer) episodes in upcoming seasons.
But at the same time, this is also the nature of musicals. If you think this is fast, don’t watch the Les Miserables musical where everyone only sings. Idk why, but singing the entire time makes everything seem like you’re in a race car on autopilot.
Don’t forget; the symbolism just drips out of the screen in this show. The fact that I could still do more analyses even now is a testament to that with all the content I have done since it aired. Vivienne goes hard on the details.
But put yourself in Vivzie’s shoes. You do the impossible, shot for the moon while hoping for maybe the top of a 5-story building, and you were offered the stars. Your project has been a part of who you are before you even went to university, and a major company gives you a way to bring it to life? Why wouldn’t you settle for this good of a deal?
Innovation
People do not bring up often enough that Vivienne broke a glass ceiling separate from that of gender. She showed that YouTube animations can be taken seriously, and even be aired.
In this age, the Saturday morning cartoon blocks I grew up with no longer exist. There were tons of great shows, and I could talk with other kids about it. Nestled within these weekends were shows that ran short pilot episodes for potential series. The last time I saw one was Adventure Time’s pilot.
It’s been a whiiiiiiile.
So having a cutesy little indie pilot animation amongst thousands on YouTube be such high quality and get a mainstream platform? Spindlehorse made history!
Moreso, Helluva Boss is also demonstrating the capacity of indie studios like never before - and what may pave the way for the future of animation too.
Out of all the animated series running on YouTube, Glitch is the only creator who does 3D that I am aware of. Even Glitch’s work has only started within the past few years, ie after Vivienne managed the impossible.
So please, stop complaining about subjective parts so much. Hazbin Hotel objectively has some of the highest craftsmanship in western animation.
We are blessed that Vivienne’s dream has come true in such a glorious manner. When I discovered her back in 2012, I couldn’t have guessed the pilot would be so successful, nor that it would change what was possible for animation!
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel analysis#analysis fridays#animation#symbolism#analysis#musical#musical show
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“What do you suppose we should…hide.” Reshi asked, looking over towards Tornadus. The older man nodded approvingly.
“Well, Humans don’t take well to anything strange. I’ve found this to be the easiest solution.” His hand became shrouded by thick mist, a breeze kicking up as he did so. Running it along his hairline, the horns he normally sported seemed to disappear into thin air. It didn’t take long for his tail to follow suit. “See? Nothing too extreme.” He said. “It would help if our clothes were simpler, however it’s not easy getting ahold of mortal fashion nowadays…”
The idea of mortal fashion seemed interesting, but for now it would have to wait. “Let’s see…” Flames danced around the goddess’s fingers as she ran them along her wings. They seemed to burn off, sparks leaving as she did so. Similarly, her sleeves and parts of her outfit burnt away, looking far simpler than previous. “Is…this any better?” She asked, unsure of herself.
“Of course. You look less formal, it’s alright.” She avoided his gaze, prompting him to place an arm around her. “Come now my lady…This isn’t a lie, if people don’t know who you are then how are you decieving them?”
“That entire notion is deception.” She gave him a weak glare. “It feels…wrong.”
“It will be much easier to move around this way, I assure you. If the wrong people knew who you were, then things could get messy fast.”
She thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t trying to decieve her and yet…he wanted to decieve others? Was it alright to lie in cetain situations? A pit grew in her stomach as she continued to dwell on it longer, her brow furrowing more.
“Let’s go My Lady. Maybe you’ll understand when you experience it.” Reluctantly she followed him into the villiage.
It felt strange, looking at him without some of his key features. Reshi wondered if he had done this often when patrolling the region, extending the thought towards his brothers as well.
Upon walking into the town she noticed plenty of people talking amongst themselves, a few dancing in a group and a few walking into a house with some younger pokemon. It was all jovial, something she hadn’t been privy to since she had awoken.
A few paces to their left was the man they saw earlier, she recalled his name was ‘Brycen’. He seemed to be lost in thought, before walking into an ice covered cavern.
She starred with intrigue at the icicles hanging off the entrance, their gleam reminding her of something. It felt almost familiar, almost like-
“MOOOM!! We gotta go!!!!” A little girl was pulling on her mother’s arm, exiting the pokemon filled building. “I love the club too but I need to get ready for Layla’s sleepover!!!”
Sleepover? The word rang around Reshi’s head curiously. “I know darling, don’t worry. We can pick up some snacks on our way over!” The mother reassured. The idea seemed to be fun, but Reshi wanted to be sure.
“Uh…excuse me?” She approached the two quickly, catching up with a small jog. “Pardon my intrusion but, I heard something about a sleepover? I-uh…could you tell me what one is? I’ve never heard of it before!” The mother’s expression became one of confusion, looking Reshi up and down as she did so.
“You’ve…never heard of a sleepover?”
“No! Not at all!! But it seems quite fun! Could you please explain it to me?” A moment’s pause followed her question again.
“…Well…”
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I love the girl but idk why she always bring them up, you have your life they have theirs, if one day the friendship come back it’ll come back but it think for rn they all need to move on
💯 Been over for years.
I’m gonna rant
i’m sure Alahna is just having a hard time letting them go, let’s be real. I love Alana 100%. Her personality is amazing and I know that she doesn’t actually have any ill intentions. I know that any shade she might be throwing at them or any snarky behavior is definitely out of hurt. She definitely feels hurt by the triplets and we all know this by now. We’ll never know what went on unless one of them actually properly addresses it. I don’t wanna pick sides between either of them because I understand where Alahna could be coming from, losing a friendship like that is really traumatic, and it could stick with you for the rest of your life which it clearly is for her. But I also understand the triplets, their life changed so much so fast and you can’t always bring everybody in your life along the journey with you. I’m sure the triplets also had no ill intentions, but it’s also a repeating pattern that I’ve noticed with their other friendships as well. Friends of the triplets come and go all the time and for what reason I have no idea. I don’t think this is because the triplets are toxic and they are two-faced (Like some say) I think it’s just because they deal with a lot of overwhelming emotions that come with it . They’re really quiet about their friendships nowadays it seems to be a very touchy subject for them. Whereas Alahna kinda just wants to address it and wants to show everybody how much it hurt. Like I said, I’m not picking sides because I do love them both regardless of what happens between them. I still think that they are all great people and that what they had at one point was really nice. But it would be better for everybody to just move on and stop talking about it altogether. Alahna clearly just wants clarity and wants to talk to them about whatever happened between them but the triplets seem to be running from this or they’re just too busy to be dealing with it. It seems to me that she doesn’t understand the amount of popularity they’ve gained over the years. But if this situation happened to me, I’d be acting just like Alahna too. Shit sucks man but life goes on and she’ll never grow if she doesn’t cut all the old shit out
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MAX VERSTAPPEN FANFIC
Oceans eyes (part 1)
(Gift is not mine. Credit to owner)
So this is my new fanfic about max that I’ve been working quite along now. I hope you like it. I’ve been inspired by the song “Ocean eyes” by billie eilish.
Summary: reader and Charles Leclerc have been best friends since forever, and one day she met Max through Charles and that’s where their love story begin. The reader is a kids doctor and she’s not into the f1 world. With both their busy schedule they will have to learn how to go beyond their own challenges if they wanna stay together.
Characters: Reader x Max Verstappen
Ocean eyes (part 1)
My name is x and I was born and raised here Monaco, my father is the owner and CEO of the BNP Paribas Bank, which is a French bank that operated all over the world and my mom is a doctor at the “Center hospitalier Princesse Grace”. My father always tried to push me into the finances world but my heart had already made its choice.
Since I was a little girl I always loved to help my mother with people, but mostly kids in need. That’s why I became a pedriatrician. On my free time from school and then college, a couple years ago, I helped in an institution that helped kids with different illnesses. Our main job was to help with reabilitacion, but also provide them with shelter, health and education so they can follow theirs dreams. At this point I worked in same hospital as my mom, but I also work in the institution where I’ve been helping my whole life basically. And of course I love it more than anything.
It was the start of august and Monaco was full of people who came from all over the world. The beautiful marine was filled up with the most beautiful yatchs, from small to big. It was a superficial environment of course, the streets were full of people wearing the latest designer clothes, everyone looked their best when walking the streets of Monaco.
It was a lovely Saturday and I finally managed to get a free weekend, which didn’t happen in a long time, so i decided to meet with my lovely friend Charles Leclerc for a coffee in the beautiful “Cafe de Paris”. We were friends since pre-school, we always share everything with one-another till we’re like 15 years old, and then of course life moved its way and I went to college to pursue my dream and so did Charles, but we never lose contact with eachother. We just don’t spend the time together like we used too. I arrived at the cafe and there he was. “Omg (Xreader), you look absolutely incredible, i miss you so much” he said with the most radiant smile opening his arms to hug me. “I miss you to Charles, it’s been forever”
We asked for our coffee and we talked for hours. “How can you not know anything about formula one, when your best friend is literally fighting for the championship?? You’re unbelievable Xxx” he said to me, he had a point. “ you never explain anything to me, and I don’t have the time to watch you know..” I answer honestly “and if you were a nice friend you would already teach me, how can the only thing I know is how fast the tyres are changed.. what a shame” I mocked him a little. We laughed at my ignorance..
“So how is Charlotte doing, I barely see her nowadays..” I ask him and immediately his dark blue eyes shine. “She’s doing fine actually, she’s been studying arquitecture and she’s developing her brand witchs consists in customising shoes and other stuff” he told me very proud “and she’s been incredibly to me very supportive as well I love her very much” he continued talking about her and just by listening I knew my friend was completely in love with her. “I’m so happy for you Charles, you deserve everything and more, you’ve always been the best to everyone, now it’s your time to be happy” I said to him truly
“Yeah I know, you’re the best, but you don’t run away from the question, when do I get to meet your boyfriend??” I laughed kinda too loud at his question “well I would present you if I had one, which I don’t..” I gave him a small smile “how can you not have a boyfriend? At least someone you’re interested in?”, “no not even that, I work with old people, old, ugly doctors and as I spend my life there it gets though to find someone” I laughed of my own misery. It’s not like I was looking for someone, because I wasn’t at all, but I know how Charles was.. “we have to changed that miss (Xreader), you are so beautiful, best student in class all years, a heart of gold, I have to find you a boyfriend” oh now, I thought to myself “ I appreciate Charles, but I’m fine, I’m really focused on my career right now. When I looked to Charles he was waving at someone that I didn’t see right away only when he approached to our table.
He was tall, blond hair that was pulled back in a nice way, and a very beautiful ocean eyes. “Mate how are you!?” Charles said while handshaking him. “Well I’m fine now that I’m leading the championship plus on vacation, I’m Perfect” he said laughing “well enjoy it while it last, you know it ain’t for long” Charles respond in a joking but kinda provocative way. I assumed that this was his opponent for the tittle. “So Max this is my best friend (xreader), and (reader) this is Max Verstappen, mostly know by Super Max ” he said joking I guess.
“Hello Max, nice to meet you” i got up and handshaked him, I gave him a small smile and I think it was the first time he looked at me since he arrived. “Nice to Meet you (Xreader)”
He’s blue eyes met my green ones and we kinda got stuck in that moment it was like no one was there. After a couple of seconds later our hand were still interlaced, and eyes stuck on one another. I came back to reality and hoped Charles didn’t noticed my moment with his friend or whatever they were.
“Mate sit with us have a drink” please say no! I thought to myself “sure, why not”, of course now I had to look at him after our strange moment a couple minutes ago. “Só Charles are you staying in Monaco on vacation?!” Max asked Charles “No, I’m going to Mexico with Charlotte and some friends and you!?”
“Well for now I’m staying in Monaco, enjoying the boat and the jetsky.. kinda of tired of travelling actually, but maybe I will change my mind and go somewhere else, if something changes” he looked straight at me, with his blue eyes shining so bright. They were very beautiful. He was very handsome, dressed in a blue linen shirt that matched his eyes, beige shorts and white sneakers, simple but beautiful. He changed the subject to me “So (Xreader) do you live here in Monaco” he ask me interested “Yes, my life is here, thats where I met the monecat Charles.” I joked a little. “What about you?!” I continued. “I’m a fórmula 1 driver, I’m from the Netherlands and I moved to Monaco a couple years ago, because everyone around this circle of pilots live here so it’s nice. It’s a lovely place to lived. What do you do for living?” he ask me with interest in his voice. “I’m a pediatrician” I said proud of myself and my dear friend Charles couldn’t contain himself and said “she graduated with high score at college, and honers from Monaco government.” He said proud of me, and I smile at my friend.
I felt max’s eyes on me, a very intense look and then he said “that’s very impressive, your parents must be very proud.”
Charles interrupted our conversation to telll that he need to go, Charlotte called him for an “emergency” I laughed and told him it was okay.
“We can meet another day and you can see Charlotte” he said to me. “Yes I would love that”
We hugged again and said our goodbyes. And that’s when I realised Max was still in front of me. I spoke first “Do you wanna get going?”
“Actually, do you wanna go for a walk or something” I look at him and didn’t know exactly what to say I felt a heat coming on my body. It’s been too much time since a man asked me for anything that a simple “go for a walk” was a reason for me to get a little shy. And he noticed it. “Cmon it will be fun I promise” he added. “Fine, I’m coming”.
Well that was the first part. If you like I will post the next part tomorrow.
Bye bye
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Pictures of you-Chapter 4 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)
Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader
Warnings: Angst, Language, Liam being a bastard, use of alcohol and drugs, mention of mental illness and maybe a few spelling mistakes.
Words: 2364
Summary: You're Oasis's official photographer, The whisky A Go Go show happens and Noel leaves. You feel bad and everything worsens because of our dear Liam.
A/N: Hello beautiful people, I'm back ! I had so much fun during the Gorillaz's gig, and seeing my friend soothed me a bit during this whole week. Here is chapter 4, as promised it's longer than the first ones. The tension isn't at his climax yet, but it will come ;)
Enjoy !
(This man takes two sugars in his tea)
September 29th 1994- Los Angeles:
The whisky A Go Go show. It was called the worst Oasis show ever. But to me, not really. It was rather good actually! If we’re not thinking about what happened after.
The whole band was high on meth… and so was I.
I shouldn’t have taken it. We all thought it was cocaine.
Then after, was time for what Oasis called one of their shit shows.
I didn’t know if it was the effect of meth, but it wasn’t that bad. The public was having fun and so was I. I took some pictures, and they were the best I took in my whole Oasis official photographer’s career.
The only thing that could have been better was Liam’s behaviour and Noel’s singing.
Yeah, when seeing it nowadays, it probably was the meth.
Bass amps exploded, Noel was playing the songs in his own way, Liam threatened the audience and went behind amps to snort meth, on stage, and again… Noel’s voice!
That was until the brothers almost fought. Liam literally told Noel to “Go fuck himself” and threw his tambourine to his head.
The set ended and shit kept going.
I got separated from both Liam and Noel, staying with Guigsy, Bonehead and McCarroll.
Liam left on the sunset boulevard with a towel around his neck and Noel, as you all know left for San Francisco.
And who tried to find everyone and settle everything up? The team and I.
The thing was… we only knew the morning after.
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September 30th 1994- Los Angeles:
None of us slept except Maggie and our two roadies. My eyes looked like two black holes, even with makeup on, so I decided to wear sunglasses. I got downstairs and found the whole team sat at a table.
Morning. I said politely
Morning Y/N! they all said except Liam
This one was very clearly pouting, well in fact like every time he saw me.
Noel got to sleep?
We don’t know. Bonehead answered
Well, he isn’t here so he’s not awake!
Who’s gonna have the pleasure to tell her? Liam said, bending his head on the table to snort meth
For fuck’s sake Liam, aren’t you at least a bit worried about your brother? McCarroll said
Whoa whoa whoa, what’s happening guys?
Noel’s gone. Bonehead said
What the fuck do you mean by “he’s gone”?
What do ye not fucking understand Y/N? He’s fucking gone, he fucking left the band. Liam answered, almost screaming at me
WHAT? but why?
We don’t know owt. Bonehead kindly answered, throwing a dark look to Liam
Where?
We also don’t know Y/N. He came to me yesterday after the gig and asked me for some money and his passport to fly back to England, but I’m not sure he went back here. Maggie said
How much did you give him?
About 700$, that’s all I had.
A seat in a plane for England is more expensive than this Maggie, you should know that…
I started breaking down internally, but it would soon be externally if I didn’t move from where I was. I was worried about where my friend was. First, he fucking left me here with his twat of a brother and I was imagining the worse. What if he had an accident? What if he was dead?
Excuse me but finally I’m not hungry. I’m going back to my room. Tell me if there’s anything new.
I started walking fast, going back towards my room. I didn’t even know why but tears started running down my face. That’s the problem with this fucking illness. You never know which mood you’re going to wake up with, which emotions you’re going to feel going through the day, but it’s not painful. It’s worse than that, it feels like DYING.
A thing following another, my breath started to shorten. Let’s add to this the fucking feeling of having my heart being squeezed in a hand before crushing it and falling into pieces. My legs gave up and I fell on my knees, this feeling of panic invading my body. I managed to crawl to my bedroom’s door and crushed against it. I couldn’t move anymore.
And what you’ve all been waiting for, the part where I started zoning out. All of this in fucking one.
I didn’t even see or hear Liam arriving behind me. I didn’t hear him speak to me until my soul came back to my body and I heard him:
Bitch.
What did you just call me? I said, my voice shaking
Ah, she finally hears and answers.
Tears kept rolling down my face.
What do you want Liam?
Why are ye scrikin’?
I don’t know.
Ye don’t know? He chuckled
Please, just go if you’re here to mock me.
Get up, at least ye’ll cry without knowing why in yer fucking room. No one wants to see that.
I can’t.
He sighed and decided he would carry me to my room.
Gimme yer keys.
I did, my arm trembling.
I’m still not sure today, but I’m kinda sure that for one second, he was worried about me.
Once I was in my room and sat on my bed, I found the strength to ask him the question that was burning in my mind.
Why are you so mean to me Liam?
Didn’t I just help ye get inside yer room?
Don’t you remember what you just said outside?
I was joking Y/N, don’t ye know humor?
Don’t laugh about this, this is a serious condition!
Hormones.
Shut the fuck up Liam, you don’t know what you’re talking about!
Oh in fact, I think I am, me. Yer weak Y/N.
SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.
Yer a weak little girl who moans and whines everytime something unexpected happens.
I swear to you Liam, if you don’t shu..
Yer only Noel’s little bird who feels so alone because he left without ye so she whines because she has lost her guide and who’s too scared to live by herself because she’s afraid everyone is going to leave her.
And also here, I don’t know how I found the strength to stand up and punch him in the face, but I did it and he deserved it.
But to some actions, there are consequences.
A psychopathic smile invaded his face.
Finally, ye did it. I have the right to say it now, Yer fired.
No please Liam, don’t do this, this is all I have! I pleaded
Ye finally gave me what I wanted. Ye can’t change me mind. Ye can pack up and leave, goodbye Y/N.
You fucking bastard! Get the fuck out of my room, right now!
He left, laughing, as for me, I was off for a ride again.
*
A few hours later, after a few joints and drinking most of the alcohol in the mini-bar, Maggie knocked at my door. I crawled cautiously to the door, to which I clung in order to help myself to stand up. I was so drunk I couldn’t get up without help.
I opened the door, and she immediately understood.
You’re drunk.
Well done Columbo, but not so much. What’s up?
We need you to call Peggy.
What about Liam?
He doesn’t want to; he says that he doesn’t care Noel left.
Of course he would say this. Fucking twat. Help me walk please.
She did and I followed her in her bedroom, where everyone was, except Liam who was doing more meth and was drinking at the bar.
Guys, why didn’t you call her? She knows you all better than me! I’m fucking drunk, I can’t speak to her like that!
Y/N, ye don’t know Peggy like we do. She’s an angel, but she will kill us all if she knows we didn’t do anything to stop and lost Noel.
So I’m the one sent to death huh? Fucking bastards.
At least they dialled the phone number for me.
There were a few beeps. It was like 11 pm in the UK. Then…
Hello?
Hello, Mrs Gallagher, huh, Peggy.
Who’s that?
I’m Y/N, you know? Noel’s friend and Oasis’s photographer, we met in Manchester.
Oh hello Y/N, I remember ye, how are ye doing?
I’m fine. Listen, is Noel here with you?
No, why? Shouldn’t he be with ye?
Well yes, but…
Where’s me boy Y/N?
The truth is we don’t know, there was…
What do ye mean by ye don’t know?
And here I was, crying for the third time of the day.
I…Uh…It’s…
I couldn’t speak anymore. So Bonehead grabbed the phone, while Guigsy took me in his arms.
Hush Y/N, it’s okay. How many bottles did ye drink?
Too much to handle.
Ye should rest.
I can’t, I tried but I can’t. I could have if Liam…
If Liam what?
He behaved like an asshole with me and even fired me.
HE WOT? Bonehead said, after ending the call.
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I slept the whole day, waking up the day after, when the rest of the band argued with Liam about the fact that he fired me. Let’s say he wouldn’t like me more after this. I woke up with the worst headache I could have. I don’t even know how I could manage to sleep after all the meth I snorted just like the guys. Then nausea came. I rushed to the toilets and vomited what was left in my stomach.
I decided to take a cold shower right after, feeling disgusting. The I brushed my teeth and got dressed, before going to Maggie’s bedroom. I knocked and she opened the door.
Ah Y/N, feel better?
If I wasn’t shitfaced, I would, yeah.
That’s what it is to drink so much and to take drugs.
Yeah, whatever. Any news from Noel?
We may have found him.
Fucking hell, where is he?
We think he’s in San Francisco.
How did you find him?
Well, I’m a great tour manager, so I followed my instinct and followed his track as if I was a stalker.
Dear lord, I don’t know how…
We’re not sure Y/N, we have to call the phone number I found. I’ll call the person in a few when we will have had breakfast. Maggie said, interrupting me
Okay.
By the way, the boys talked to me, you’re not fired Y/N, Liam can’t decide this on his own. Noel would have killed his brother for that.
Yeah, but instead, he’s missing.
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October 14th 1994- Minneapolis:
Noel would be back this day. I didn’t know what to expect and I was pretty fucking anxious about it. On this day, I almost emptied an entire pack of cigarettes.
I saw him arrive by 2pm, the right time for soundcheck.
He seemed… different. But I couldn’t help myself and went towards him, anxiety and depression striking all at once.
I couldn’t help those tears to fall from my eyes.
He saw me come to him and opened his arms to me.
You fucking scared the shit outta me you dickhead! I told him
I’m soz Y/N, I needed time to think after what happened in LA.
I understand, but you left me alone… and your dick of a brother tried to fire me.
He wot?!
Yeah, you heard me Noel.
I’m also soz about that. He’s so mean to ye, he’s going to have a hard time, believe me.
Don’t be too rude to him, please.
He has been to ye, and ye absolutely doesn’t deserve it, but he does. It’s me opposed to them now.
I didn’t understand. Bonehead, Guigsy and McCarroll did nothing at all in all that. Liam was the troublemaker.
Though, I knew it wasn’t any of my business. I just didn’t want my friend to abandon me again.
I know what you’re thinking. I sounded like I was in love with Noel, but you’re wrong. Us, borderlines, have what we call a “favorite person”. A favorite person is the most important person in our sad lives.
This person we idealize a lot can be anyone, but it is often a romantic partner, a friend, a family person, a person who give us validation, comfort, a person who supports you, someone who can bring you a sense of security. Noel was mine. Because at the time, he was the only one I had. You’ll understand why soon. This sense of security had been taken away from me when Noel left. First, I felt abandoned. But secondly, I had felt in danger, vulnerable, when I was left with his brother. Happily, the other lads weren��t like him, but still. Something was like… broken form both our sides.
Noel talked with Liam for like a whole hour. While I was smoking outside the bar, sat on a bench, Liam found me.
Can I cadge yer lighter? He asked
I threw it to him. He lit his cigarette and sat beside me.
Huh…What do you want Liam?
Huh… well… Noel has explained everything to me. It’s hard fer me to do so but I wanted to tell ye I’m soz, I’ve been a snide bastard to ye, and it won’t happen ever again. Also, soz for trying to fire ye.
He got up and started walking away. Even if we hated each other, the young lad deserved some respect from me.
Liam, wait! I shouted
Wot? He said, turning around to face me
Thank you. I said, a smile on my lips
Yeah, nevermind.
I fucking believed him. But deep down, I knew he wasn’t done with me.
#liam gallagher oneshot#liam gallagher smut#liam gallagher fanfic#liam and noel#noel gallagher x reader#oasis band#oasis
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Back in July you mentioned you were going to make a series of posts under the #Parasocial Activity tag. What happened to those?
Whoops, I figured I dropped a thread somewhere. I was also trying to keep the blog more on-topic than I am nowadays so I could circle back to the topic again if people want to hear more about what I think. I know the use of the word and the attitudes around ‘being parasocial’ were driving me crazy but I got a lot out in that long post so I was satisfied for a while.
I can do one now honestly, my day just freed up.
I’ve been talking with a friend of mine a lot about how ‘parasocial relationships’ are a lot less of a binary then people treat them as right now. I’m working off of a very underdeveloped and non-academic understanding of how people are actually meant to use the word, but so are the people in the gaming space so it kind of breaks even. I still hold that Bo Burnham doing the initial “I love you!” “No you don’t you love the idea of me that’s a parasocial relationship” interaction still has this conversation by the throat and most haven’t fully moved past that deflection. I am clawing at the iron gates of Google Scholar, let me in.
As soon as people were able to type out ‘hi’ and receive a ‘hi’ back from a streamer or a celebrity of choice, things got real complicated real fast in terms of parasocial thinking. I’ve been talking to that friend about their venture into Kpop and the way that some of the apps available in Korea are designed to accommodate for crowd-idol contact, and it seems like in the grand scheme of things we’re going to be moving a bit closer to that as a planet rather than further away. I don’t think this is innately bad but we do need to get smarter with how we talk about this kind of social contact, because we’re going to keep moving in this direction as people and it will be good to be able to talk about mental and social skills around it.
The ‘sin’ that doesn’t get talked about is that public figures relate to their audience parasocially as well. Most CCs have a loose sense of the character of their audience, because it’s basic human behavior to seek out patterns, especially if they’re going to affect you in some way. While talking with my Kpop friend it came up that positive (or any) feelings for groups and collectives outside of knowing someone on a face-to-face basis is treated as more valid in collectivistic cultures. Inversely, the rugged individualists of the Americas and Europe focus on the inner and outer workings of the individual, sometimes to an excessive degree. ‘I love my audience’ is sometimes taken as immediate bullshit among jaded people who are suspicious of anything parasocial, but logically it varies from case to case. (Ironically this is the ‘you can’t love me you don’t know me’ logic as well.)
Even if you let someone into your life and have regular personal contact with them, they can still get you wrong. Feeling misunderstood and unheard is one of the most basic human problems, and while parasocial contact can put that on blast for the sheer volume of people and the imperfect information they have to work with, it’s not determined by the social-parasocial divide. Not everyone is going to come to the same conclusions about someone because not everyone has good judgement or can #relate, but the idea that nobody who hasn’t spoken a direct word to someone personally can understand someone at least a little just seems divorced from reality.
It all just comes back around again to me thinking that it’s dumb to use ‘parasocial’ as a gotcha in the year 2023, as though ‘being parasocial’ is a thing you become if you’re bad and not just a human who is exposed to another human and thinks about them in any depth.
#*shrimp fried rice voice* are you telling me that there's social in this media#parasocial activity tag#I remember why I said I was going to write more now there’s always more to say when it comes to this#I could keep going but also thats the workaholic demons talking
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I hope this isn't rude or presumptive, but I'd love to know what it's like when you faint. I am writing a character who faints regularly and would love to be able to describe it properly! No pressure to answer though. If this is any way a bad thing to ask, I apologise.
Ahhhh, a lot of it's in the tone! I don't mind being asked so long as you respect the fact that I might not answer, because at the end of the day, this is my personal medical stuff.
I appreciate that you were polite about it, and please don't worry - I'm not offended. But I might have been if this was asked differently - so, you did good. <3
As it's a high humidity day and I have fallen over 6 times today............. lmao I'm well placed to answer!
So: let's go from the top.
I stand up after having been sat for a while. Or I've been standing for too long, or I've exerised a bit too hard, or it's just a hot day, or I've just been on a rollercoaster.... You get the idea.
My heart starts pounding. I can feel my super-fast pulse everywhere: in my throat, in my chest - but especially in my head and ears. My head feels like it's throbbing with pain; my mind starts moving thick as molasses. My vision goes black and spiky and flashy all at the same time. My chest locks up, my joints buckle, my muscles limpen - I can literally feel the strength drain away, even as I try instinctually to fight it.
This happens over the course of five to ten seconds, typically within a minute of standing.
On good days, at this point, I can squeeze my calves and thighs REALLY FUCKING HARD - that's the bonus of having a solid muscle mass lmao - and force blood back to where it's supposed to be. Otherwise, I can catch myself on a wall in time and lean there for a minute, until it passes.
On bad days, it hits too fast and too strong, and next moment, I'm on the floor.
I can't see and I can't hear and everything feels like it's going really slow. I can't talk or I muddle my words. I often get a splitting headache, though it goes away relatively quickly.
But I am still aware, vaguely, of my surroundings. I still have fully functional emotions - mostly aggravation, nowadays, lol. There's very little panic involved, just because this happens multiple times a day sometimes. However, I cannot handle any complex thought or muscle control - I couldn't, say, carry on a conversation or a train of thought.
I'm lucky in that I rarely fully lose consciousness. It does happen - and obviously, more in summer - but it’s more of a monthly basis than a daily one. Even then, I'm fully OUT-out only for a couple of seconds, though I then remain disorientated for quite a while after.
On a daily basis, collapsing just renders me mildly disorientated, unable to talk, stand, see, hear, balance, or comprehend anything for a short while. I regain these functions slowly. Hearing typically comes back first. Sight swims hazily back, though it remains staticky for quite a while. I'm able to tell what's up and down again. Then I regain muscle control, balance and strength to the point where I can support myself.
Often, talking is the last thing to come back. I slur my words or stutter if I try to talk, or it comes out a bit nonsensical. My thought processes feel veeeeeery slow and swimmy while everything settles.
Then, typically within one-to-five minutes I'm back to normal and - minus a rapid heartrate and residual dizziness & weakness - totally fine and able to go about my day!
The best thing, for me, is for other people to leave me to it. Don’t fuss and flap, be patient, and let me get back on my feet at my own pace. Definitely don't try and help me up - you might go too fast, and if I'm still not ready to stand, I might fall again. Just let me figure it out.
My family are amazing because they don't make any fuss at all - they'll wait for me to stand up, check I'm good, and launch right back into whatever we were talking about beforehand.
Obviously, this is a personal experience. Everyone with a similar problem will probably experience it in subtly different ways.
Hope that helps!
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Machina - Test World: Chapter 1
Location: ES Courtyard
Characters: Mika & Sora
Mika: There’s still a bit’a snow left.
Uuu, it’s cold… Maybe I should’ve warmed up a bit more before comin’ outside.
No. That sorta lazy behaviour is exactly what Oshi-san is worried ‘bout! I’m gonna get this art goin’ without takin’ any detours…!
…I say that but I can’t come up with anythin’.
Ngh~ Is there anythin’ interestin’ out there…?
Sora: HaHa~! Outta the way! Please get outta the way! Sora is coming through!
Mika: Ngh, Sora-kun? You were runnin’ about near me, but whaddya doin’!?
Sora: Flying a kite! HiHi~ you can see what Sora is holding, right?
Mika: Ohh, flying kites, huh.
That’s a pretty refined way to have fun. Were you flyin’ kites by yerself all this time?
Sora: HuHu~ Sora had a stockpile of games Sora was planning on playing, but Sora wanted to move about today~
Sora found a kite outside Seisou Hall, so Sora decided to borrow it for a bit ♪
Mika: I see. People tend to hole up at home in winter, so it sounds like a good change of pace.
Kites, huh. Hmm, kites… I wonder if that’ll give me some good ideas?
…Ngh~ I can’t come up with anythin’.
Sora: ? Are you looking for ideas?
Mika-chan-san, you have a gloomy “colour” about you~ Sora can tell your worries are pretty big!
Mika: No. I’m happy you’re worried for me but it’s somethin’ I gotta take care of it myself…
(Ah, that’s right. Maybe I should ask Sora-kun what’s trendin’ nowadays.)
(Sora-kun looks like he knows a lot ‘bout new devices and stuff. Maybe that’ll give me some good ideas.)
Hey, Sora-kun. Can I ask you somethin’?
Sora: Sure! If you’re fine with Sora, then Sora will be happy to answer!
Mika: Great~ I was in quite a pickle.
To tell the truth, I don’t know what I should make for my next piece of art. It’s gotta be somethin’ good I can show Oshi-san.
I figured if I learnt what’s popular nowadays it might make a good reference for my work.
Sora: Something popular nowadays… Hmm, there’s a lot and it’s hard to just pick one.
Sora has been having a lot of fun building towns in “SSVRS” lately!
Mika: Buildin’ towns!?
That’s a huge hobby… You mean you’re makin’ towns inside the game world, right?
Sora: Yes! Sora is playing inside the VR town while developing it with a person from the company. They helped develop “SSVRS”~♪
And in the new “Test World”, you can open shops using money or buy furniture and live in your house!
It might give you some good ideas for your work, Mika-chan-san ♪
Mika: I see, makin’ somethin’ inside a game world, huh… It’s amazin’ what technology is like these days.
Ngh~ But now that I think ‘bout it, I tend to get dizzy when I have the “SSVRS” goggles on…
You gave me a nice idea, but I’m sorry. If my body was fine with it, I’d have loved to visit yer town, Sora-kun…
Sora: HeHe~☆ You don’t have to worry about that!
The VR goggles have had some improvements made to them based on the previous data we got, so Mika-chan-san shouldn’t have an issue with them now~
Mika: Y-You did that too…!? You guys work so fast. I wonder if I can keep up with how quickly technology is advancin’?
Sora: You’ll be fine, Mika-chan-san – you’ll get used to it in a blink of an eye!
Right now, Yuuki-sensei is playing in the “Test World”, but do you want to come in too?
Sora would also feel helpful if Mika-chan-san takes a look inside the digital world and gets inspiration for your work~♪
Mika: R-Right. I’m a bit nervous ‘cause it’s a world I’m not familiar with, but I might not be able to make anythin’ new if I don’t take this first step here…
I’ll do it, Sora-kun! I’ll get some sort of inspiration from the digital world!
Sora: HoHo~ Mika-chan-san is pretty greedy when it comes to art, huh~♪
Then, Sora will take you to see Yuuki-sensei who’s playing in the “Test World” right now!
Let’s all have a good time in the fun “SSVRS” world ♪
Two’s better than one and three is better than two!
Sora thinks it’ll be way more fun that way in the “Test World” and the town will be a lively one~♪ HaHiHuHeHo~☆
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Sisyphus and Tantalus (A sickly Icebound Return)
CW: Brief mentions of parental death and childhood trauma. This is what the story is about. Also Caelid warning if the whole area makes you uncomfy.
Hello everyone. Sorry if it's a bit late, but I wanted to get this chapter done soon. This one came to over 6 pages so it's a bit heftier than the last few. If all goes well there should be about 3 - 4 more chapters of story before we reach the finale.
As with last time, I welcome all music suggestions for this chapter.
Theme for a train in Medía
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Caelid isn’t the prettiest place in the Lands Between. Perhaps before the shattering war left the land tainted with the Scarlet Rot, it would have been at least on the same level as Limgrave. Now with all the toxic mushrooms sprouting at every corner and the constant threat of death by big-headed crows and dogs, it is impossible to imagine someone living comfortably here. Yet this Gurranq fellow decided to settle somewhere past Dragonbarrow in a place known as the Bestial Sanctum. Could he not have picked somewhere a little… uh, not past the biggest threat to the Lands Between? At least a waygate that could leave you closer to the sanctum would be nice. Of course, you couldn’t even bring your horses through this area without risking them getting sick. No, you would have to walk. Still, you know the rules by heart when traveling through here: No touching any water that looks red, no breathing in the spores of the mushrooms, bring enough Preserving Boluses for twice the number of people in your party, and avoid any wildlife at all costs.
You make lively conversation as you walk through the wasteland. At some point, the topic of transportation comes up. “If only this land wasn’t so dangerous, a railway from here to Limgrave would be perfect.” Lobo says, pointing from here to the barely visible silhouette of Stormveil Castle in the distance. “The round trip would take less than an afternoon, and we could get back home in time for dinner… Er, if we did not have the Sites of Grace, that is.” You frown, not really understanding what he’s saying. What on earth is a railway? Noticing your confusion, your companion furrows his brow, one ear twitching unconsciously. His ears prick up, his eyes open wide, and he lets out a small “Ah!” once he realizes that such things do not exist in the lands between. “My apologies, friend. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t know what that is.” He scratches the back of his head and his ears lower. You laugh. He’s so cute when he’s apologetic. “Don’t worry about me. I take it it’s a thing from the Republic?”
Lobo nods then returns his gaze to the road. ”Indeed. Back home, someone discovered that you can use a sorcerer’s flame as a fuelless energy source by heating up water to make steam. This steam is then used to move a piece known as a piston, turning the high pressure into mechanical force. Are you following?” You nod. In truth, you are a little curious how a bit of water and fire could produce such an effect. You have seen pot lids be lifted by the steam when heating up water, so it would seem likely that a piston would be akin to the pot lid in this case. Lobo excitedly continues his explanation. It would seem that the Quarter-Wolf is a big fan of the technology. “The railway is simply a larger version of that piston set upon rails. The engine has a set of cars attached so cargo or people can ride. Most people I know take the train whenever they travel to the capital nowadays. As I mentioned, it wouldn’t take us longer than an afternoon to reach Dragonbarrow and return.” You try to picture what he’s describing. Noblewomen ride opulent carriages, while peasants like you at most get to ride in a cart filled with hay. Yet in Medía, everyone has access to such a fast method of transport? “To think something like that could be done with something as simple as water vapor. I suppose it makes sense that I wouldn’t know about them. The Lands Between have been this way since… well since I can remember. No one really comes here other than the occasional Tarnished from the Badlands. They’ve probably been this way since the Shattering War.” You say while a strange feeling of wistfulness settles in your chest. You’ve lost track of the days you’ve spent wandering this place, not living, just surviving. You’ve grown so familiar with the bleak landscapes of the Lands Between that it would have never occurred to you that places just beyond the fog could be so wonderful. Perhaps you were once a part of that world, but…
“Hey… Are you okay?” Lobo’s voice startles you as you both stop in the middle of the road. You turn to look at him, and the concern is apparent on his face. Your emotions must have been showing in your expression. You try to brush the feelings off. “I’m alright. Please don’t worry about me.” You say, but Lobo doesn’t let you off the hook that easily. “Well… you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but you’ve been here helping me deal with my problems since we met. I… well, I would like to do the same for you… If you’d let me.”
You stare at him, his brow is furrowed, and his ears are pinned to the back of his head. Despite his hesitation, he doesn’t break the eye contact between you. You bite your lip. Maybe you’ve been using Lobo’s problems to avoid thinking about yours. You’ve only recently started thinking about the past. It’s because of everything that happened with the Princess and Lobo’s father. You’re afraid that perhaps you shouldn’t dig up memories in case they’ve been forgotten for a reason. If there remained anyone out there who cared for you, wouldn’t they have searched for you after you left? You grab Lobo’s hand, and his fur feels soft on your fingers. You take a deep breath.
“Alright… I guess I’ve just been thinking about my past lately… I don’t know anything about myself. I don’t remember life before coming to the Lands Between. I must have come here for the Elden Ring, as all Tarnished do, but what I left behind to pursue it is a mystery. Did I… have a reason to forget?” Your grip on his hand tightens, and you look away, gazing at the crimson skies. “... It’s scary… I’m scared of never knowing, but in some way, I’m also scared to know the truth… Sorry, this must sound like nonsense.”
You flinch as his cold nose touches your head. Silently, you are pulled into his embrace. The cool touch of his armor feels at odds with the tenderness of his fur making contact with your head. The softness of his voice when he speaks. “It’s not nonsense, friend. I understand. While I don’t have the answers you’re looking for, I… Well, I want to help you find them… If you would let me.” You stare into his eyes, the red sky contrasting heavily with the cool blue of his irises. “Just remember that you’ll always have a place to belong… w-with me.” He looks a little flustered. Perhaps he realized the intimacy of your current situation. You don’t mean to do it, but the moment feels right. You mean to thank him for his support or something along those lines. Later you will claim something came over you, and he will laugh at your poor attempts to disguise your brazenness. You reach out and plant a sweet kiss on his muzzle.
As it turns out, kissing a wolf differs significantly from kissing a human. Lobo’s mouth is long, and his lips are not very pronounced. Instead, you feel a slight brush of fang and tongue, which thrills you in a way you don’t feel ready to explore. You should not be forcing your feelings onto him like this. But on the other hand, Lobo isn’t pushing you away; if anything, he’s pulling you towards him. If Lobo is uncomfortable with your advances, then the wagging of his tail is lying. You’re not sure how long the kiss lasts. Standing anywhere in Caelid for too long is asking for trouble. Eventually, you pull away from him, and the air between you feels slightly awkward. “I- um…” You really want to say something, but nothing intelligent seems to come out. Lobo bashfully looks away from you, his left ear twitching (one of his nervous ticks, as you’ve come to learn). “Had I known you felt that way… Perhaps I would have said something sooner.” Your face is burning, so you cover it with your hands. What an embarrassing lack of control! You took the plunge and admitted your feelings for him way too early; now look at the mess you’ve made. Your heart races. Is it because you hope he will accept your feelings or because you fear the incoming rejection?
“Hey…” Lobo pulls your hand away from your face, forcing you to make eye contact. You’re too unfocused and embarrassed to read his expression, but he doesn’t seem upset. “We can… sort this out later… would that be fine with you?” You nod, and he holds your hand tightly. Unfortunately, he’s right; this isn’t the time or place to discuss the nature of your relationship after what you did. The path to the Bestial Sanctum is long, and you’re losing daylight. You’ll have to deal with the mess of your emotions back home.
The two of you walk in silence, now the platonic side of your relationship left somewhere in the red dust of the Caelid wasteland. When the conversation doesn’t pick back up, Lobo chimes in nonchalantly as if you two weren’t sucking faces less than two minutes ago. “I actually had a story I wanted to tell you before we got… uh, sidetracked. Would you like to hear it now?” You nod again, not trusting your voice enough to say anything without sounding pathetic.
Lobo dramatically clears his throat, something you suspect is to help the tension between you dissipate. “Back home, my siblings and I would ride the train from the station in our hometown of Puerto Fernandez. On the way to the capital of Torrebruma, we’d always pool all our money to buy sweets from the trolley lady. Val- I mean, Briar’s favorite was always the candied apples, and Viola loved the marshmallows they sold in a big bag. I always got the honey-flavored sweets, even if they often made fun of me for eating so many.” Lobo laughs, and you can almost relax at the image of three little pups stuffing themselves with candy. “The trip is pretty long, so we would spend the afternoon chatting or playing card games. We didn’t get many chances to wind down at the workhouse; that’s why it was so fun to get an entire afternoon in each other’s company instead of being forced to work all day.“ Lobo continues telling you about all the fond memories of their childhood he has. Like when Briar ate a piece of chocolate on a dare from their sister, he immediately had to run to the bathroom like his tail was on fire, or when Viola and Lobo would sing together until one of the attendants told them to stop being so loud (You’re not surprised. Despite whispering all the time, you know firsthand that Lobo’s voice is thunderous when he speaks up). Your misgivings are forgiven momentarily, and things are back to normal. Of course, you’ll have to deal with this eventually, but no matter your relationship's name or where your quest for the truth will take you, Lobo will not abandon you. Of that, you’re sure.
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Past a great bridge, guarded by a valiant gargoyle and vulgar militia, lies the Bestial Sanctum. Despite their tiny size, the militia puts up quite a fight. Once you’ve killed all of them, the gargoyle is next. All its swooping and the twisting of its twinblades is enough to make you dizzy; however, it falls the same as the rest. Lobo touches the ground before leaping on top of it, severing the gargoyle’s throat with a circular strike before landing on all fours. As its body fades, you both stand in front of the large gates that guard the sanctum.
“So… this is where Ranni wanted us to go, huh? Do you know anything about this… Gurranq, was it?” Lobo frowns, looking up at the massive doors. “It’s Gurranq, not Gurranq; you don’t make the hard r noise.” You correct him. “And, other than the fact that he will reward us if we feed him the root, I don’t know anything.” He frowns, nose twitching as he takes in the scent of the entrance. “It smells… yes, like an animal, but not quite. You don’t think….” He’s on edge, ears forward and tail lashing. You can guess what he’s about to say. “A shadow.” He turns to look at you when the words leave your mouth. You try to remember every piece of information you’ve gathered in this hellhole.
“It’s possible… but I’m unsure who’s shadow. There aren’t that many Empyreans in the Lands Between… Ranni the witch, Malenia, and Miquella the Unnalloyed. There are reasons why it can’t be any of theirs….” He glares at the door as if staring at it hard enough would give him the answers. “This can’t be a coincidence. That witch sent us here with a plan in mind, and I don’t like it one bit. She has everything she needs to get out of here, so why does she need us to feed this Gurranq guy? What good will that do?” While you can’t deny the Princess’ motives were a mystery to you, your conversation at the academy felt genuine, at least. Perhaps it’s just a feeling, but you don’t think that this visit is meant to be malicious. “I don’t know… but I can tell you that Ranni is not as heartless as you think. It’s possible that she simply wishes to see him fed.” Lobo is still skeptical but he looks at you, and a smile forms on his muzzle.
“Right, I guess you have a better eye for people’s feelings than I do… I just- Well, I just wish she’d leave us alone. Even if she regrets what she did to Father, I haven’t forgiven her, and it doesn’t erase all the pain she’s caused. If what you told me is true, then the Shattering and the spread of Those Who Live In Death is also her fault.” The smile vanishes, and he puts both hands on the door. “Just because you’re sorry, it doesn’t make you less guilty.” You hear him mutter, and you’re unsure whether you’re talking about the same person anymore.
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“... Death… I smell it… feed it me….” Gurranq says as you approach him. As expected, he is a giant beast covered in cloth. Lobo may be tall for a human, but Gurranq is tall even by Shadow standards. Lobo’s father would have looked downright puny compared to him. Your companion’s fur stands on end, and you both avoid making any sudden movements.
Quickly you fetch the foul-smelling root from your bag and offer it to the clergyman, who desperately eats it from your hand. “Ow!” You yelp as one of his fangs accidentally pricks one of your fingers. Lobo growls at Gurranq, his own fangs bared. “Hey! Control yourself, or you can forget about us helping again!” Although the quarter-wolf posed little threat to him, Gurranq bowed his head in shame. “My apologies… it was not my intent to hurt thee… please, bring more Death… I shall grant thee….” Then, from within his robe, he pulls a small talisman adorned with a claw mark and an inhuman eyeball. “... eye and claw. Feed me… more.” You take the seal and the eye, noticing how you can feel Gurranq’s gaze upon the wound beneath the cloth. Is that sorrow you feel?
There are so many questions you want to ask him, like who his master is? Or why would they be so cruel to leave him here to hunger for Death alone? What is his connection to the Princess? But as he is now, broken and desperate, you doubt he will grant anything coherent. You share a knowing gaze with Lobo, and he reluctantly nods to you. “We will bring you more of this root if we find it.” So you tell him, and he seems relieved even if his hunger is not sated. “I thank thee… please, feed me more… Death….” You’re about to turn to leave, but the booming sound of Lobo’s voice echoes in the room. “Who put you up to this?” The quarter-wolf asks, crossing his arms. It’s strange to hear him talk in his regular voice; its natural volume is why he always whispers, after all. Both you and Gurranq jump a little at the sudden noise. You stare at Lobo as disapprovingly as you can. The clergyman isn’t in a healthy state of mind; pressuring him might cause him harm. Lobo ignores you; his piercing gaze burns a hole in Gurranq’s cloth. “I know what you are… I know you have something to do with her. So why are you here, suffering on your own? Where is your master?”
The clergyman bows his head once more, clutching it with his claws. “M-My sin… I must not forget… Why…? Aghhh!” Gurranq seems to be in pain, but Lobo is relentless. “Answer me! Just who are you!” He yells, the sound drowning out the shout of pain Gurranq lets out. You pull Lobo away, pushing him to leave. “Stop that! Can’t you see he’s not well!” Your shouts feel quiet compared to Lobo’s voice, but they reverberate through the sanctum before it quiets down. Lobo stares at you, surprised at your outburst, before looking down in shame. “I’ll… I’ll wait outside… sorry.” He exits, his steps tumbling more than usual as he leaves. You feel a little guilty, but you couldn’t in good conscience let him pressure someone so unstable. ”... A vessel… just like me…” Gurranq says from behind you. “... I felt it… for just a moment….” You look him over; he seems fine despite his previous reaction. “What did you feel?” You ask gently. You don’t expect an answer, so hearing the pain in his voice surprises you.
“Kinship… That is what I felt.”
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Outside, the night is cold. You can’t see the stars in Caelid, so the sky is tainted dark red, and the moon barely peeks from behind. You spot Lobo sitting on the stairs, looking up at the sky. You sit next to him with a quiet “Hey.” He responds with a quieter “Hey.” For a moment, you both stare into the night. The silence isn’t tense per se, but neither of you wants to speak about what happened inside the sanctum. You’re unsure whether you should speak up or wait for him to be ready. You’re not mad; you just don’t understand why he blew up at Gurranq the way he did. The night passes as you both sit side by side. Eventually, Lobo speaks up.
“I’m sorry….” He says, his ears pinned to the back of his head. “It’s not me you have to apologize to.” You tilt your head back towards the sanctum, and he winces. “Yes… I should, shouldn’t I? Still, I’m sorry for putting you in that situation.” You put a hand on his back; beneath the armor, you could feel him shudder. “Don’t worry. I just want to know why you got so upset? I understand you don’t trust him, but he didn’t do anything. Was it… because he hurt me?” He sighs, looking down at the long staircase. “No, it doesn’t have anything to do with Gurranq. It’s about me….” Your hand drifts to his arm; you grab it and lean your head on his shoulder. He looks at you, and a small smile forms on the corner of his mouth and disappears.
Silly wolf, acting like you’re not used to listening to his problems. His gaze drifts towards the scorched land. “I… I hated looking at him… Gurranq, I mean. I just couldn’t imagine someone could be so cruel as to force a creature made to be loyal above else and discard them like that. It reminded me too much of Father and why I can’t forgive her, no matter how much he may have wanted that….” You see him swallow a lump in his throat. “... So stupid, isn’t it? I’m getting so upset over the life of a man whose last wishes I can’t fulfill. I know… it’s probably the right thing to do, for everyone’s sake.” He looks back at you, looking like a lost pup. “But… if I forgive her… Will I just continue to blame someone else? First, I blamed him, then Ranni, then….” He trails off, staring back into the sky. “I’m still running… from that peaceful life I could have had… I’m just afraid that the sickly feeling her death left me with, I’m going to have to swallow it and accept that there’s nothing I can do to make it right.” You spot tears glimmering in the faint moonlight. You hug him tighter as he cries. There will come a time when he will apologize to the shadow in the sanctum; when his cryptic words will make sense; when that golden needle will reappear, but for now, you hold him.
You hold him tight, and you don’t let go.
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Unit Teambuilding - Sygna Suit Hilda
Remember when Reddit made all those speculation pairs, and kept putting Nate with Victini? Did anyone else always have the feeling this would be the outcome? Like, it's battle princess Hilda, man. Of course she gets the god of victory.
General Overview
At this risk of pointing out my own hypocrisy, remember when SST Red dropped, and it's like wow, what do you offer to the man who has everything, this is so boring? It's like that but slightly less ridiculous. She doesn't get gauge acceleration, passive healing per action, guaranteed defense drops, and a two-bar spam that's AoE and bypasses damage reduction. Instead, she has to settle for capping every stat and having Rising Tide, with a 200BP move to back it up as DPS.
SS Hilda is nothing short of a perfect unit. On entry she caps attack, and a single use of trainer move gives capped special attack and crit. +15 in one action. Cap for Rising Tide is 18. So you use V-Create once, and thanks to Downside Up, which I thought was going to be a Steven-specific ability but I guess just goes to everyone nowadays, and you get +18. In two actions. If you can fast-ramp with your teammates, she wins. Congrats.
Hilda has other moves, in Searing Shot and Confusion for...some reason. They're useless. All they accomplish is burn and confusion, if you put the energy in on grid. It's to check Gauntlets. She's SS Serena tier, in that her backup stuff is just for show and preventing her from getting walled. Oh and in case anyone was expecting lower stats, I think this is the new cap at like base 520. Victini's insane.
So why don't I love this? Honestly, it's because Emboar. SS Kris may have been the same type twice, but Suicune was a support to Ferligatr's striker. Lyra had a similar deal. Elesa’s got two supports, a Tech debuffer, and a damage dealer. Usually, when you keep to a similar type, you at least alter up their battle role. Hilda does not do that. This is the equivalent of dropping your starter for the major legend in post-game. Hilda's Emboar has exactly no reason to exist now, not even by Hilda metrics, and I doubt grid expansion will save it. It is worse in every meaningful way, and that bothers me so much. I'm not saying I wanted her to have Genesect, but I am saying we could've done better here.
Move Level and EX?
EX on a striker is great for CS stuff, but honestly 1/5 no EX is probably fine just given the absurd DPS of V-Create. Legitimately consider this: it's better DPS than Leon's Charizard and Inferno. It's that good. Hilda wants for nothing in her grid, unless you desperately need that sync nuke from EX to be at maximum value. But trust me, it's overkill. Her DPS gets things done just fine.
I will make a note that 5/5 actually does have at least some value. 4/5 gives guaranteed burn, and accuracy buffs each successful attack to respond to something like Latias or Cresselia. Not super worth it. But 5/5 can debuff both defenses when attacking a burned foe, which is...something. You can also get Propulsion, which...no. Not super worth it.
Team 1: SS Hilda, Anni Raihan/SS May, literally who cares it's not like she needs anything
Fast ramping! Anyone who watches Zinfogel's channel knows the deal: Anni Raihan at 3/5 has Propulsion on Sandstorm and can fast-ramp with Head Start 1 lucky skill. Really any combination that results in -3 cooldown works. In fact, another immaculate combo is SS May. That's two people and I can pretty much promise success. All you want is any support that can't die in one move, and congrats, you got turn-2 sync, and I cannot image a stage surviving Hilda.
Team 2: SS Hilda, Blaine/Tech Ninetales/Kukui, Skyla
SS Hilda's interesting, in that her only real hiccup is gauges early on. In a CS context, this means she needs some help with it. But an F2P budget isn't just possible, it's dominant. Blaine or Tech Ninetales sets Sun, Skyla buffs speed as well as some defense and healing support, and Hilda just goes. But honestly, if you don’t want to use Sun because it’s optional, defense debuffs will do just fine.
Team 3: SS Hilda, Flannery, Support Seadra
Anti-Cobalion. SS Hilda is more than capable of blitzing Cobalion’s fight, and truth be told, Flannery’s here just because 4/5 Hilda isn’t going to be a common thing. But you can still take risks with Searing Shot to get the burn by herself. Seadra buffs speed. I am making the assumption this is preferred, though if not, Support Weezing is another good option for defense buffs.
Team 4: SS Hilda, Summer Hilda, Hilda
Next update will let us do this, and Hilda's one of a few that actually has a good combo. Summer Hilda covers defense and is a solid tank, keeping the team alive, and also being able to debuff defense of the foe at 3/5. Base Hilda is here to help gain speed for gauges, but also kicks off theme skill multipliers with matched Fire to Victini, who is the real damage dealer here. This is a thing we can reasonably do soon.
Final Thoughts
SS Hilda's outrageous. Even with other possibilities, I feel like it's just slight variation on what's already present. SS Hilda gets her buff game in just two turns, and can explode stages like nobody's business thanks to four sync damage nodes and Rising Tide alone. She's a striker, so CS is dead, and most Gauntlet stages can't handle her raw DPS either, with Burn and Confusion being fairly decent answers to gimmicks. Hilda...really doesn't have a clear flaw.
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# VILLAINSPEECH : A PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE RED SON OF THE LEGO MONKIE KID SERIES. PREDOMINANTLY BASED ON THE SHOW ITSELF & INFLUENCED BY HEADCANONS, JOURNEY TO THE WEST, AND OTHER MATERIALS INVOLVING HÓNG HÁI-ER / SHÀNCÁI / SUDHANA. INTERPRETED AND WRITTEN BY SYD. ESTABLISHED APRIL 2023. INFORMATION BELOW.
NOW FOUND @stillgrows
a study in: never measuring up, carrying the weight of filial piety, bearing the loss of something innate, navigating the grey line between the selfishness of villainy and the recklessness of heroism, atoning for mistakes beyond ones control, & fire-forged friendship.
note : i'm on a bit of a semi-hiatus until mid-may due to packing, cleaning, and moving
RULES :
i. i'm syd or plant. 25↑. any pronouns. lesbian. i'm very new to the lmk scene, but i'm not new at all to roleplay... on tumblr or otherwise. this blog is new and therefore uses the beta editor. i tend to delete ooc posts a lot. i'm white, so feel free to correct me if i happen to misstep. i’m also a working adult with a lot of interests and blogs in other rpcs, so this blog is going to be low activity.
ii. this blog is mutuals only, adults only, and highly selective. i’m here to have a good time with friends, although i’m welcoming of new friends as well. multimuse, duplicate, and oc friendly, with my usual selectivity.
iii. i will not send in rules passwords or fill in interest checkers. i always read rules, and if there’s a muse on a multi i do not want to write with i’ll tell you if it ever comes up. roleplay should not be work and i refuse to treat it like it is.
iv. the usual content information: i don't condone harassment, but i also don't want people who identify as proshippers in my space. there are some things that should not be sexualized. that said, there will be very heavy themes and nsfw content at times. i will tag accordingly as topic //. i don't have any triggers that need to be tagged.
v. no godmodding or metagaming as a general rule, although i do often make exceptions with friends in regards to longer threads, ask responses, and drabbles. i play it fast and loose with some stuff but, like… use your brain, please. if we don’t know each other, definitely don’t do it. or just ask. i can be very laid back.
vi. this goes without saying, but i don't own the character or the source material(s). the song in this post is intruder by the glass pyramids. all visuals are from official sources, edited by myself with a psd of my own creation. all interpretations and headcanons are my own.
ABOUT :
name: red son
age: 1,420 / appears to be in his early 20s
species: demon, with celestial blood from his mother explaining his human-like appearance
gender: all of them
pronouns: any / usually defaults to he/him lately
orientation: bisexual, if he has to label
notable features: a scar on his left cheek from when he was a child, very sharp teeth with pronounced upper and lower canines
hair: vivid red, wild when not contained in a high ponytail, and often dancing with flames
skin: medium brown with olive undertones; there is some burn scarring from having the samadhi fire removed, although most are very faint nowadays
eyes: a dark, reddish-brown, with a faint, ember-like glow
height: 5'8" / 172cm
build: lean and toned, bordering on lanky
enneagram: 3w4 sx/sp
body language: when not dramatically posturing, red son tends to appear rather languid: hands in his pockets, leaning against walls and railings, condescending cants of his chin.
disposition: dramatic and short-tempered, red son comes across as exceptionally arrogant and condescending. he can be a difficult one to get along with, with his short fuse flaring up even when trying to be nice.
about: born the first and only child of the demon bull king and princess iron fan, red son seemed to be exceptionally powerful and promising — but the very samadhi fire that had so much promise was the very thing that endangered his own existence and that of the entire world. in order to save the child and the world itself, a ritual was performed to remove it from the child and seal it away forever.
some flames lingered, but the true samadhi fire was lost to him.
while the truth of its connection to him and his violent severance from it was kept a secret from red son — was it out of shame, mother? father? — it wasn't enough to keep him from seeking knowledge: on the subject of the fire, on other ways to prove himself as useful to his parents, on the celestial plane, on their adversaries.
there is more coming but i ran out of energy for now
VERSES :
main verse. this is the verse that encompasses any point throughout the canon timeline, from the pilot on.
pre-canon. this verse tag encompasses anything involving younger red son, including possible aus. while journey to the west will be, in theory, an inspiration, given that red son's plot has nearly completely divorced itself from the character of red boy, i will be playing in this space rather freely.
kingdom hearts. one would think that the world falling to darkness would be ideal for a demon, but that wasn't the case in red son's mind. this darkness was different, and red son found himself lost in the expanse of other worlds. he usually finds himself in the company of organization xiii members, given how their power draws him in — but he has yet to ally himself with any given side as he weighs his options. ( will add and clarify things as this verse is fleshed out. )
KINGDOM HEARTS AFFILIATES :
toast: empxrical
key: bladestormed
astro: solears / obsidianrite / spellwaever / antiaquas
noir: burserks / lordxemnas / undahlia / terranorts
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Late Pregnancy/Labor/Birth Starters
Originally potsed by @cxmewhxtmxy
Trigger warnings apply...Applies to both heterosexual and Same sex pregnancies.
Late pregnancy:
* “Can we have the baby at home?”
* “I want to record the delivery.”
* “You’re gonna be such an amazing parent.”
* “The baby always moves when you speak!”
* “We finished the nursery in time. Score.”
* “I’m huge!”
* “I feel enormous.”
* “If this baby gets an ounce bigger, I’m gonna pop like a balloon.”
* “If this belly gets any bigger, I’m gonna tip over.”
* “Why do people think they can just touch my belly?”
* “I really wanna do a maternity photo shoot.”
* “Stop making the pregnant lady cry!”
* “Literally anything makes you cry nowadays.”
* “The baby won’t go to sleep.”
* “Did you feel that?”
* “I love it when you talk to the baby.”
* “We love you so much, daddy.”
* “My partner kisses my bump all the time! It’s the cutest thing ever.”
* “My partner kissed my belly and the baby kicked him in the mouth.”
* “You waddle.”
* “I do not waddle!”
* “If it involves pants, I’m not going.”
* “I love my big belly.”
* “The couch is my happy place.”
* “Hair in a bun, feet up, belly out. That’s how I roll now.”
* “You’re huge!”
* “They said we should schedule an induction.”
* “When are you due?”
* “Can I touch your belly?”
* “Are you sure it’s not twins?”
* “Your belly sure is huge!”
* “Having to pee every five minutes got old the first day.”
* “Baby dropped, I think. It’s so much easier to breathe now.”
* “Why are you crying?”
* “I hate crying over stupid stuff!”
* “I’ve tried everything and this kid won’t come.”
* “I feel anything at all and I think it’s baby time.”
* “Come out, kiddo!”
* “I don’t want the baby to be born on my birthday.”
* “I look like I ate a whole watermelon.”
* “I miss my feet.”
* “If I drop anything on the floor, it’s dead to me.”
* “Sleep? What is that?”
* “It is midnight on my due date and I am still pregnant.”
* “I’m gonna be pregnant forever.”
* “What a year the last month of pregnancy is.”
* “Let’s have one last date night before baby. You decide what and where.”
* “I’ve never been happier to feel like complete crap.”
* “Might as well catch up on my shows till they decide to meet us.”
* “The waiting used to be fun and exciting. Now it’s just tedious.”
* “Let’s get this stubborn kid out the same way we made them.”
* “Help me up, please.”
* “I need a massage and Tums.”
* “Everything hurts. I’m dying. It’s your fault.”
* “This baby is never gonna come out.”
* “I am almost two weeks overdue. Proceed with caution.”
Labor:
• “This went by so fast! I feel like we just found out yesterday.”
• “You ready to go?”
• “Call the midwife, please.”
• “Just got off the phone with the midwife. She said to wait.”
• “Midwife said to head to the hospital.”
• “Can we get the pool ready?”
• “Lean on me. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”
• “Each contraction is one step closer to baby.”
• “Why don’t I believe that?”
• “Contractions are getting bad…”
• “My water didn’t break yet, stop freaking out.”
• “Yup, that’s a contraction.”
• “It’s more just a dull ache, babe. This is probably another false alarm.”
• “Finally! They took their sweet time.”
• “Baby time!”
• “Oh! Ohhh!! Babe, it hurts!”
• “I know how to breathe.”
• My water broke!”
• “I can’t believe we’re meeting our child today or tomorrow.”
• “Please press on my back. Ow…”
• “It’s all in my back!”
• “Are you the one having a baby? No?Then shut up.”
• “Don’t forget the camera.”
• “I’m not gonna drop them right now!!”
• “Don’t be afraid. You can do it.”
• “I can’t freaking do this!”
• “The book said something about cow noises?”
• “I’m sorry I’m so loud.”
• “You make all the noises you need. It’s completely normal.”
• “Make it stop!”
• “Don’t touch me! No, come back!!”
• “I am doing this as naturally as possible.”
• “It’s never coming!”
• “Could I just have it tomorrow?”
Birth:
• “Oh, I think I wanna push.”
• “I need to push!”
• “Big breath and bear down.”
• “I’m pushing.”
• “Good boy/girl, keep pushing.”
• “I can see the head.”
• “Let’s try another position.”
• “Push harder. Harder, honey.”
• “There you go, that’s the way.”
• “Uggghhh!!”
• “Hnnghh!! Nnggghh!!”
• “I’m pushing as hard as I can! It won’t come out.”
• “Don’t push with your face.”
• “I’ve been pushing for [x amount of time]. Why isn’t it coming?”
• “Yeah, I’m good up here.”
• “It burns!”
• “Just a couple more pushes.”
• “I can’t push anymore. I’m so tired.”
• “One more big push!”
• “Happy birthday, little one.”
• “Oh my gosh! Hi, baby!”
• “You did it! I’m so proud of you.”
• “He’s/She’s so big!”
• “Hello, my love. I’ve been waiting for you.”
• “Holy crap, I did it!”
• “They have your nose.”
• “Mama/Daddy loves you.”
• “Welcome to the world.”
• “That was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen.”
• “They’re so beautiful!”
• “We just had a baby. Wow.”
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I am more and more convinced that there is an issue with writing and production in general these days. Film and TV have always been about making money but it feels a bit like we’ve slipped into a super capitalist approach where so many productions become a bit slap dash and generic - it’s less about the art or storytelling and more about getting something out fast, ideally with a famous name or franchise to pull in the punters, make the cash and move on to the next money-making project. Seems like there is either a lot more lazy, ineffectual writing now or maybe that writers have have too many boxes they are asked to tick by the studio powers that be. We end up with confusing / weak / repetitive storylines that ultimately prove to be unsatisfying.
I am on the lookout for any movies / tv shows that might prove otherwise, so please suggest any if you know of them. Maybe I’ll give UTBOH a go. I really hoped TES would be one but it seems like a lot of us agree that it was not a shining example of an adaptation done well.
Re. Tom’s career, it does feel like there’s a resurgence of sorts atm. which is good to see; more projects on the books other than just Loki; more media presence PR; the (slightly cringe) campaigning for awards. I’ve seen a few people say though that he doesn’t get offered the best stuff and after TES maybe I agree. Based on the above observation it might also be a supply and demand issue - too few good opportunities around and lots of famous, talented actors chasing them.
Yeah, I feel like no show is really perfect but the issue we’re dealing with nowadays are these short six episode limited series, which I feel almost every time is not enough episodes to tell the story that they’re trying to tell. So something feels unfulfilled, character relationships don’t feel like they were given enough time to grow for you to care about them and they just overall feels rushed. I don’t know who decided to six episodes was the way to go, it probably is a money thing (the more episodes of expensive it is a shoot), but it’s ultimately bad for the show. 
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In Colour
So they say meeting your soulmate isn’t really important but to Steve it is important. So he hopes that he meets this person one day, and wakes up and sees colour.
Steve is an artist, Steve is still colourblind, yet to find his soulmate. He's a dad, a father. Somebody that is slowly losing hope. Maybe some fresh air would be good for them.
Masterlist
A Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson Story.
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People tell him it’s so easy to find hope, so easy to just let life go on until it happens. It’s easy.
Steve thinks he’s lived a pretty easy life; comic book artist and single dad, some may not say the same, but to him, it’s pretty simple. He drives every day to a university where he teaches a short course in comic book art, he drops Peter off at the accompanying childcare and picks him up after his classes, and then they visit Uncle Bucky and Aunt Tasha at the on-campus coffee shop.
It’s easy, Steve likes it, Peter likes it, and his friends like it. It makes sense for an ex-veteran, something simple something easy. A schedule.
That doesn't stop the wandering mind that comes and goes when he thinks about Peggy and the words that she should've said to him, the words she never said. If she did say them he should’ve been able to see colour the day after. But 1 moment and 9 months later and she never said them, leaving Peter instead.
Peter is Steve’s pride and joy but that doesn't mean it’s not difficult sometimes.
Sometimes he wonders why he doesn’t have a mum, or wonders when his mum is going to pick him up from childcare. But how does Steve tell a 4-year-old, the most adorable 4-year old in the world, that his mum didn’t love him or his dad and left for England, to pursue bigger and better dreams?
That would be lying. Peggy loved them both but couldn’t handle the commitment or the struggle that it takes to be a parent, especially not after meeting her soulmate. Knowing she’d had a kid with somebody that’s not her soulmate.
Soulmates aren’t the be all end all, Steve knows this.
It’s seen so much more nowadays and he hopes that his want doesn’t make Peter feel like in the future he needs to meet his soulmate.
Because you don’t need to meet your soulmate.
But everybody around him had, that’s the way their generation worked. He’s glad that’s changing now.
“Pete buddy, don’t go running too fast,” Steve yells as he sits on the park bench drawing but still not taking his eyes off Peter. He likes the idea of never lifting the pencil and hoping for the best.
He laughs watching Peter fall on his butt after going down the slide too fast, face scrunched up confused as to why it happened.
A man laughs with him standing behind the bench. “You've got a cute kid there,” Steve smiles because he believes the man, his son is the cutest in the world “Yeah I got pretty lucky.” Then he looks at the dark-toned man and gosh does he see beauty. Something so triking about the way his smile meets his eyes.
“Do you want to sit down?” Steve offers to move across the bench, moving his art supplies to the other side of him, as if to protect them. Or protect the fact that they’re all labelled because he’s an artist who’s still colourblind.
But to Steve’s disappointment, the man shakes his head “Nah, I’m actually on a run I just stopped because, uh,” and the man stumbled on his words as if he didn’t know why, “I don’t know actually,”
“I’m Steve,” “Sam,” the man responds and Steve can’t help but think the name fits him, he looks like a Sam.
“Do you want to exchange numbers? I see your son’s quite a runner, maybe we could run together sometime.”
Steve is still. He’s so glad that Sam has the courage to ask because Steve doesn’t think he ever would. Moving to his pocket his hand grabs a personal business card handing it to Sam “uh that’s my personal number, but I would love to take you up on that sometime,” with the biggest smile he’s had in a while. Peter sees it running back to his dad and attacking his legs.
Sam smiles too at the father-son duo. “Time to go home buddy?” Steve asks and that’s when it hits that maybe he and Sam had been talking for longer than he thought, and he looks at his watch “oh yeah it’s nap time. Sorry to end this so soon, but please do text me or call,” he directs towards Sam “I will,” he confirms.
They leave and get home, putting Peter to sleep Steve can’t help but think that tonight's sleep will be really nice.
He goes to sleep listening to Sam’s voice, on-call since nap time had begun. His dreams are in colour.
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Don’t Let Bad Credit Hold You Back
Bad credit can happen to anyone. And sometimes, it’s the result of situations beyond our control.
Even if you’ve always been responsible with your money and you’ve made smart choices, life can spiral downward and you might find yourself short on cash.
Anyone with bad credit knows it only takes one financial mishap to fall behind on bills and damage a credit score.
Bad credit might be due to a job loss, a divorce, an illness, or maybe you didn’t pay your bills on time because you didn’t fully understand the basics of credit management. Whatever the situation, if you’re thinking “I need to borrow money with bad credit,” rest assured there’s a solution that’s doable and realistic.
Your situation might seem hopeless. But getting a personal loan isn’t overly complicated. There are several options available to you, and we’re here to tell you it’s possible to borrow money with bad credit.
Borrow Cash and Finally Get Ahead
There are several reasons why you might say, “I need to borrow money with bad credit.” For example:
You need to borrow money to complete your degree and get a better job
You’re moving and need cash to cover moving expenses
You want to give your kids a summer vacation they’ll remember
You want to start your own business and be your own boss
In a perfect world, every person would have enough money in their savings accounts to cover unexpected expenses that pop up. But we don’t live in a perfect world.
The truth is, many people live paycheck to paycheck and they struggle to make ends meet every month.
Not because they’re irresponsible, but because low wages and a higher cost-of-living makes it difficult to get ahead nowadays. Dealing with bad credit on top of all of this creates a unique challenge.
Our lending service is designed to help people in your exact situation. If you go to a bank or credit union and apply for a loan, a loan officer might get your hopes up and say they work with all credit types. But sometimes, they can’t deliver on these promises. This is how we differ.
A bank is an excellent choice if you’re looking for a mortgage loan, a student loan or an auto loan. But if you’re trying to get a personal loan with bad credit, you need to skip the bank and work with a lender that truly accommodates borrowers with all credit types.
If you say to yourself, “I need to borrow money with bad credit,” then you need to work with a lender that has a history of lending money to people with bad credit.
Even if you have the best intentions and a justified need, you can’t change a traditional lender’s loan requirements. These lenders typically prefer candidates with high credit scores, and it only takes one negative item on your credit report to disqualify you. You don’t need this hassle.
Bad Credit? No Problem…
When you apply for a personal loan through us, you are more than a credit score. We’re not gonna prejudge based on your past, and we’re not going to ask personal questions about your credit.
What happened in the past stays in the past — it’s none of our business. We focus on the present and we do everything possible to get our clients fast cash.
There are several options for cash if you have bad credit. For example:
Borrow money from family or friends
Sell your personal possessions, such as jewelry, electronics and furniture
Ask your employer for a job advance
All three of the above options can work, but there’s a downside to each. If you borrow money from your friends and family, it’s like inviting your inner circle into your personal problems.
As an independent adult, you might hate the idea of telling others about your struggles. It’s not because you’re prideful, but because you prefer handling these types of situations yourself.
This might also apply when asking your employer for a pay advance. Although you’re not asking for a loan, but rather getting an advance on earnings owed to you, you might feel uncomfortable hinting about any financial difficulties with your employer.
And if you sell personal possessions to drum up extra cash, you might later regret getting rid of precious jewelry or electronics, especially if you’re unable to get top dollars for these items.
This situation can be difficult and stressful, but if you need to borrow money with bad credit, know there’s a way to get what you need in record time.
Loan Terms You Can LIVE With
If you ever say to yourself, “I need to borrow money with bad credit,” we have exactly what you need. Plus, we offer the lowest loan rates and terms.
With any type of loan, it’s important to get a low rate. This is how you keep your monthly payments affordable.
Some people make the mistake of applying for a loan and only speaking with one lender. This speeds the process. But failing to shop around and compare options pretty much guarantees paying more than necessary.
You have other monthly expenses, such as rent, utilities and insurance payments, so you need to keep your loan payments as low as possible.
When you apply for a loan through us, you’ll receive the most favorable loan terms. We have customizable, flexible loans that benefit everyone regardless of their circumstances.
After submitting your application, you’ll speak with a customer service rep who’ll not only explain this process from start to finish, but work one-on-one with you to make sure you receive the absolute best loan terms in the industry. Again, it’s all about affordability.
If you were to apply for a loan at a traditional bank or credit union, you might not find this type of personable treatment.
Types of Bad Credit Loans
We’re committed to offering a loan service that’s stress-free, simple and convenient. Because we do everything possible to accommodate our customers, we offer a variety of personal loans.
There are different loans for different needs. Depending on your situation, you can choose between one of the following:
payday loans
installment loans
car title loans no credit check
motorcycle title loans and other vehicle title loans
If you don’t know which loan is best for you, our world-class friendly reps can help you decide the best way to proceed.
For example, a payday loan is a great alternative if you need short-term cash and you’re able to repay your loan in the next 14 to 30 days. However, if you need a longer loan term and you don’t have collateral to pledge, an installment loan is the next best option.
Some customers also choose a car title loan, a motorcycle title loan or a boat title loan. These loans are a fantastic alternative if you need a large sum of cash.
With these loans, you can get hundreds or thousands of dollars based on the make, mileage and year of the vehicle. However, vehicle title loans have specific requirements. But don’t worry, it’s nothing you can’t handle.
If you’re thinking about getting a title loan, you need to own the vehicle free and clear. This means no liens. With a title loan, you’re essentially refinancing the vehicle.
You’ll have to schedule a vehicle inspection, and you’ll have to give us the title before you can receive funds.
However, you keep the automobile throughout the entire process, so you’ll always have reliable transportation. Make your loan payments as scheduled, and once we receive your final payment, we’ll mail back your title.
Getting a title loan is much easier than getting a collateral-based loan at a bank or credit union. There’s less paperwork, no credit checks, and in most cases, you can get cash in 24 hours or less.
This is quite different from many traditional loans, which take seven to 10 days to process. If you need cash immediately, you can’t wait this long to get a check.
If your financial situation isn’t good, you might lie awake thinking, “I need to borrow money with bad credit.” We realize your money problems can consume every waking moment of your life.
We’re here to provide a solution and give you peace of mind. We’ve helped thousands of people through tough situations, and we can help you too.
Experience a Better, More Affordable Loan
Our bad credit loans are different from any loan you’ve ever applied for in the past. And one of the best perks — there are no hidden fees. Unlike banks, we don’t nickel and dime our customers.
There are no application fees, no credit report fees and no fees for paying off your loan ahead of schedule. So if you get a loan with a repayment term of 24 months, you can always pay off this loan sooner with no penalty.
This is how we keep our loans affordable and attractive.
Additionally, if you need to borrow money with bad credit, our loan process is discreet and private. Again, you don’t have to drag everyone into your personal problems.
We understand the need for discretion. For that matter, you can apply for a loan via computer in the privacy of your home. We have locations throughout the nation.
You can drive to a local branch to pick up your cash, or you can arrange to have money transferred into your bank account. The choice is yours and we do whatever is easier for our customers.
Completing your application gets you one step closer to a loan. Our trained customer service reps are available 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
We realize that financial emergencies don’t only occur Monday through Friday. You might need assistance during the evening hours or on the weekends. Someone is always available to answer your questions and process your application.
If you’re constantly saying to yourself, “I need to borrow money with bad credit,” this thought can wake you up in the middle of the night and make you anxious or irritable.
You might lose your appetite and enjoyment for life. Don’t let money control your emotions, especially when there’s an easy way to get a cash loan. Our service is one-of-a-kind.
Once you experience the 1-800LoanStore difference, you’ll use our company for all of your future loan needs, and you’ll recommend us to your family and peers.
Apply Now and Get Fast Cash
You’ve got absolutely nothing to lose by completing your application, but everything to gain. Money problems can’t solve themselves, you have to take action.
Our service is designed to get you fast cash with no questions asked. Think about it, where else can you go and get a no credit check loan and cash in one day or less.If you’re looking for low rates, flexible terms, personable service and the most amazing loan, apply now. This is by far the easiest solution when you need online title loans for
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