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Bought an academic diary from WH Smith and there was a fucking ad in it. Like in the June section they put in a page about how NEXT year's diaries were now available! Buy while stocks last! Yeah I will... From somewhere else.
#i know this is such a small scale problem but SERIOUSLY#wh smith#stationery#advertising#ads#organic home grown content
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Question to a fanfic writer: do you think that, in Marcille’s research ways *And* her love for romance novels… would result in her writing some in-universe fanfics of her own? Like, maybe she hypes herself up on something and get disappointed, or maybe she finds some character decision isn’t as ideal as she thinks it could be? Or it’s as simple as she wants to play around with the characters and see what happens?
I can’t help but imagine a scenario where she’s struggling with some romantic trouble irl and she’s struggling with deciding on what to do, but then the answer slaps itself upside her head when she rediscovers her fanfics and how she LITERALLY made a character or two do the exact romantic decision she needs to do? It would so silly but yet I can’t help but find it so charming. Hell, just the imagery of her writing romance fanfics of her own At All is just… delightful to me hehehe.
you know I've been rotating this in my head since I saw it this morning and. I went through a wild journey of opinions before I realized... Marcille wouldn't think about fanfiction like we think about it. In the modern age, yeah, she'd be a complete tumblrina -- but we're talking about a 17th century-ish fantasy setting.
Writing before the digital age was a physical commitment to investing ink and paper into your thoughts -- and this is even before mass production can make pens and notebooks kind of whatever to buy and use on a regular basis. I'm sure the situation wasn't dire, but I really can't see Marcille, perfect honor student, using her allotted supply of stationery at the academy on super frivolous things.
Fanfiction has been normalized incredibly fast in the past few decades. Think about now normal and popular D&D is nowadays compared to how much people looked down on it 20-30 years ago. Fanfiction was a freakass nerd thing to do until relatively recent history, something that was even considered offensive to the original creators.
Remember, we've already seen Marcille react to adaptations with disgust. She's kind of a hater and an elitist fan. She also considers herself a Reputable Academic. In a setting where a digitized culture hasn't reframed fanfiction as an act of appreciation and creativity, she would absoluuuuuuuutely think that fanfiction was complete loser shit.
If she did write anything about her favourite books... She'd. She'd be one of those assholes who writes huge scathing reviews of Dal Clan translations into Common. She'd be the fantasy equivalent of those Weebs/Japanese elitists on twitter tearing through every single localization choice in anime and JRPGs and being so so annoying about it.
If we're being charitable, we could say she'd be able to appreciate non-faithful translation choices that still do a good job of carrying over the original spirit of what was said. But I think we also have to acknowledge the possibility that, at her worst, she'd really really be like those guys who were malding about the Unicorn Overlord localizations so hard the (correction: Final Fantasy Tactics Creator, not the Unicorn Overlord devs) had to step forward and ratio them. (The silver lining is that she'd never get published in the arts review newspapers/journals that she submits her essays to. those poor editors just have to deal with her being persistent.)
#asks#marcille donato#dungeon meshi#im so sorry anon your idea was very cute and i know i wasn't supposed to take this so seriously but#god. the revelation hit me and i just cried laughing#she's so horrendous. i love her so fucking much.#i really do think the only setting she'd be able to write fanfiction is in modern aus#bc then she can just delete stuff she doesn't like and lose nothing but the time it took to write it#the problem is that she has the kind of perfectionism that stops her from doing things unless she can do them competently the first time#(gifted child syndrome)#but writing fiction is a skill. one that she would have to hone from zero. while not necessarily having natural talent for it.#her reading standards would be so much higher than her writing ability and she'd haaaaate that#... that said#i can see her absentmindedly dabbling in short form poetry in the margins of her journal#i think that's small enough of a scale that she'd accidentally do it a lot without thinking about it too hard#until she was actually half-decent at it one day#like... starting some years into the post-canon. this is crucial. she needs to chill a bit before this could happen
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YANDERE HUSKER X MASC! READER WITH FLUCTUATING APPEARENCE
SUMMARY: Headcanons of “Yandere” Husk x Reader with fluctuating appearence.
FANDOM/CHARACTER/READER: Hazbin Hotel ;; Husker ;; Masc Reader.
PAIRING: Romantic or Platonic
WARNINGS: Stalking, manipulation, overprotective and Obssesed behavior, reader being kinda mentally unstable and insecure.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: love this request by @cupophrogs!! even if this isn't really yandere, i still wanted to implied it since that what's about my account.
✧ Honestly, I can't think of any other way you can meet Husk other than walking into the hotel and staying there.
✧ At first, you are insignificant to him (as ugly as that sounds). At first.
✧ I don't think Husk is someone who is very curious. Let alone gossipy. He's not nosy about other people's lives and tends to ignore them as long as they don't mess with him.
✧ Still, he is a great listener. He is willing to listen to others and gives good advice. I mean, he died while he was an old man, something he must have learned in his human life or in his life as an Overlord.
✧ Or after delivering his soul to the radio demon.
✧ But over time, he shows you more attention. I mean, the fact that your appearance and certain physical aspects of you change depending on your mood is intriguing.
✧ Because he has seen it. Everyone has seen it.
✧ You are someone with emotional problems, sensitive to a certain point. Your moods are constantly changing and therefore, certain characteristics of yours. That managed to capture his attention rather quickly.
✧ He is interested in these changes... how your teeth and fingers become sharper, your skin/fur becomes hard as scales and even your hair grows longer when you are angry and ready to attack.
✧ How your eyes get bigger, other smaller eyes appear and you can certainly shrink a little when you are startled by being off guard or feeling threatened or in danger.
✧ As your skin/fur grows and you lock yourself in it making yourself into a ball when you are sad and don't let anyone near you as your fingers sharpen to threaten anyone.
✧ As for that, Charlie really tries to help you. She wants to be there for you when you're down like your good friend but you shut down. With her, with everyone... except with Husk.
✧ Everyone opens up to some extent with Husk. Either because they're really drunk or they seriously need someone to talk to and Charlie isn't always the best, unfortunately.
✧ Let's remember that Husk knows everyone's problems in the hotel and sooner or later, he knows yours too. How you hate to overreact to anything, how you hate to see your appearance deform and become something horrible in your eyes because of your moods.
✧ Husk feels... pity. Although, after a while he becomes more overprotective as he forms a bond with you.
✧ At a certain point, understand your self-hatred as well, it's not nice that people in general are scared of you in general because of your mere appearance.
✧ Once he knows you beyond your problems, once he sees the sinner calm instead of angry, once he knows the real you, that's when his real obsession begins.
✧ Obsession that confuses with severe concern for you and becomes suffocating.
✧ He gets to the point of following you around when you're not in the hotel. You're not someone very powerful and you're in hell itself. Everyone is crazy and you'll never be safe there. Not unless he's in the shadows, watching you warily.
✧ You feel something strange in the air... eyes staring at you, your mind screaming at you that you are not as safe as you think and consequently, small eyes appear on your face and look everywhere desperate and scared, your fingers and fangs sharpen in any alert situation.
✧ Even inside the hotel, he watches discreetly and quietly. And that's one of the reasons why you're also a little more restless and cautious: you don't stop having that uneasy feeling no matter where you go.
✧ And you go to Husk for protection and the thought only gets worse once you get close.
✧ Husk wants you to only have confidence in him.... he doesn't like it when he notices you closer to Angel Dust, when you spend more time with Sir Pentious. And if you were to become close with Alastor, Husk would go crazy.
✧ His obsession with you turns him into a paranoid overthinker. What if he makes a deal with you? What if he steals your soul? What if he takes away your freedom? What if he takes you away from him?
✧ He puts his fear into your head indirectly. Subtle warnings, reminders of how dangerous Alastor is... whatever it takes to keep you safe.
✧ He also manipulates you into not trusting others. I mean, as jealous as he gets to feel, deep down he's happy to see you making friends. But shit, he's afraid that you won't trust him anymore, that you'll stop going to him for comfort, that he won't be the only one who sees through you anymore.
✧ So go ahead, bare your fangs and claws at the others but open your arms to him... only him.
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The Mechanic’s Burden
I pushed my way into the engine room with a tray of food, wondering what was keeping Mimi from his meals this time. He was a dedicated sort, taking his job as spaceship mechanic seriously, and sometimes that meant long hours grumbling in the guts of the ship.
“Dinner!” I called. There was no sign of green tentacles among the viewscreens of the main room, and I didn’t feel like guessing which passageway he’d gone down.
“Thanks,” grated Mimi’s rough voice from somewhere to the right. “Up here.”
I followed the sound of someone rummaging through a toolbox to find Mimi perched on top of one pipe among many, in front of an open electrical panel. Wires were everywhere, most held aside with twist ties to bare the problem area. Mimi clutched tools in many tentacles. He was the very picture of an annoyed octopus digging through his toolbox for more. I wasn’t sure which pipes he’d climbed to get there, dragging the toolbox up to what was head height on me.
“Hi,” I said. “Where do you want it?” There wasn’t space for the tray on the curving pipes next to him.
“Eh, over there.” Mimi gestured with a mini-welder toward a mostly flat surface on a bit of engine housing at knee level. “I’ll get to it eventually.”
I set it down. “Hopefully you can take a break soon. This is pretty tasty: roast fursqueak from Zhee’s planet with some kind of Frillian shrimp sauce.”
“Hm,” Mimi said absently.
“The sauce is a good one, though it’s a flavor that kinda sticks with you.”
“Uh-huh.”
I dug in my pocket for a stick of gum, deciding that I’d rather not have that particular flavor follow me around for the rest of the night. Mimi was likely too distracted to care, but it was only polite to offer him one. “Want some gum for after you eat? It’s peppermint flavor.” (We’d already had the “this is food you don’t swallow” talk, so it was all down to taste. Not everybody onboard liked mint.)
“That’s the one that tastes cold, right? No thanks.” Mimi shoved the tools around a bit more, then heaved a deep sigh that made him seem to deflate.
I moved closer for a better look, trying not too breathe to much mint at him. “What’s the problem?” I could see a wire sticking out of the mess, with the covering stripped off the end and the fibers twisted flat.
“A stupid one,” Mimi said. He started putting tools back in the box. “It took me all day to track down where the disconnect was, and it turned out to be just one single loose wire. Can’t believe how much time I wasted checking everything else.”
I considered before speaking. “You know you can ask for help, right? Not everybody’s busy today. You don’t have to do it all by yourself.”
Mimi waved a tentacle instead of shaking his head-body. “It’d take longer to train someone else than to just do it myself.”
“You sure?” I pressed. “They wouldn’t have to know everything to be an extra set of hands. Or tentacles.”
“There’s a lot to know,” Mimi said. “Even this loose wire takes a delicate touch to weld back in place. You’ve got to put the welder on just the right setting, secure the wire but not get your flesh too close, and watch through a filter so you don’t hurt your eyes.”
“Yeah, sounds like welding to me,” I agreed. “Do you have a welding mask?” I didn’t see anything that looked like a face shield, or even sunglasses. Not that those would fit his cephalopod head anyway.
“A small filter is fine for this scale,” Mimi said, holding up a dark paddle-shaped thing. “The mini-welders don’t throw sparks.”
I realized that he had enough tentacles that he could hold a thing in front of his face and still be able to work. No need for goggles strapped to his head. Must be handy.
He was still talking, warming to the subject. “Now while I could train somebody else to weld effectively, I don’t want to risk she ship’s integrity on a rookie. I also don’t want to send anyone to Eggskin with burnt extremities because they tried to hold the wire in place without fastening gel.”
I peered over the edge of the toolbox. “Can you hold it with pliers?”
“This mess doesn’t leave much space for pliers,” Mimi said, pointing a tentacle tip at the nest of wires. At the depths of all those, I could see the spot where the stray wire was meant to go. I could probably get a hand in there. But yeah, pliers and the welder both wouldn’t make it easy to see what you were doing.
Mimi said, “Now I could disconnect a couple sections, but I’ve wasted enough time already. I’d rather just stick it, weld it, and be done. But of course I already used all the gel in this box.” He gave the toolbox an irritated rap with the welder.
“Want me to go get you some?” I asked. “Where is it?”
“Ah, that would take too long to explain. I’ll just go grab it myself.”
“Wait. What about—” I took out my gum, wrapped it around the covered part of the wire, then reached in with fingertips and stuck it against the other end. “—That? Did I get it placed right?”
Mimi was quiet for long enough that I started to worry that gum was bad for wire casing, or was somehow explosive around alien welding tech. I probably should have asked first.
But then he raised the welder without a word, and held the viewing filter in place. I looked away while the welder glowed and fizzed.
“Done.”
I turned back to find him putting the tools away.
“Did it work?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Hooray!” I grinned. “Want me to peel the gum back off, or is the area still hot?”
More negating tentacle waves. “No, definitely too hot. I’ll get it after I eat.”
“Okay. Can I at least take this down for you?” I lifted the toolbox.
Mimi sighed. “Sure. Thank you.” He climbed down the pipes, suction cups popping quietly. That would have definitely been hard to do with the toolbox.
“You know,” I said, putting it down near his food, “Even Eggskin isn’t the only person on board who knows basic first aid. If they got hurt, we wouldn’t be panicking because they’re our only medic. You’d probably be doing your job even better if you made sure at least a couple other crewmembers could do basic troubleshooting.”
Mimi settled into place beside the tray, looking like he was trying not to sigh again. “You make a good point,” he admitted. “But I get pebbleskin just thinking about Blip and Blop rushing to adjust a loose rod, and jamming something that would cause a cascading failure.”
“Well yeah, you’d want to be careful who you entrust with what task,” I said. “But they’d be great at moving heavy things, like those panel covers you had to take off before.”
Mur scooped up a mouthful of food. “They probably would. As long as they follow directions and don’t touch anything else.”
“I’m sure they can do that!” I smiled. “If you need any wires cut or packages opened, Zhee and Trrili will be happy to do precise violence with their pincher arms. I can reach things up high, and…”
“And Paint would make a good heat sink, snuggling against overheated components,” Mimi said. “That’s occurred to me before.”
I laughed. “She’d probably love that. Who needs a heat shawl or other coldblooded accessories when you can take a nap in the engine?”
“She’d do it, too.” Mimi scooped up more food. “But no letting your cat in here. I know that animal likes warm things as well, and it would make the overheating worse.”
“You are absolutely right. No cats in the engine room.” I nodded. “Just crewmates.”
Mimi waved a tentacle and mumbled something about writing up a list of training possibilities after he ate. I left him to it, wishing him a good meal, then leaving with my minty gum and a quiet smile of triumph.
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These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.
Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.
The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).
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PT.1||PT.2 (COMING SOON)
GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere Tendencies
CHARACTERS: Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, and Obanai Iguro.
GYOMEI HIMEJIMA
Your shoulders sagged, rising and falling with each heavy breath, scowling at the conceited demon.
"Already tired out," the bastard taunted, "I've barely done anything?"
You grunted, your hand pressuring against the gash on your abdomen, stumbling on your feet as you hoisted yourself back up. You looked away from your feet, choking on your breath as you came face to face with the ravening beast.
You quickly positioned yourself in your fighting stance, swinging your nichirin blade sluggishly.
"Such a pathetic excuse of a demon slayer, so weak." The demon laughed, striking you to the ground.
He looked down upon you and chuckled, "now to end your suffering."
You flinched away, your eyes squinching close as you prepared for the worst, but nothing came. You cautiously opened your eyes and peered up. There the demon stood, stunned and mouth agape, before his head fell to the ground.
You cried out in relief and just before your vision went black, you caught a glimpse of the intimidating figure of the stone hashira.
Gyomei lingered by your bedside, worried, praying for your recovery. When he had finally gotten to you, you were so pitiful,,,tiny compared to him. Gyomei felt an urgent need to protect you, even though you were a stranger to him. He doesn't need his sight to tell you were a delightful person, your presence felt comforting. It made him cry knowing that you were hurt, but from now on he promises himself no harm will ever come to you. Once you've woken, he'll be ready to learn more about you.
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
You closed the doors behind you, after being informed by Ubuyashiki that you were assigned a mission with wind hashira. You sighed, grumbling, and stepped from the door. Seriously, you did not want to get together with him—not wanting to handle his aggressive and ill-mannered behavior.
You'd barely rounded the corner before you collided into a chest, you glanced up and stiffened. "Speaking of the devil…"
He frowned at you, "I've been looking for you, let's get to going."
You nodded and trailed behind him, quietly.
The mission was far from what you thought it to be, Sanemi was far from what you thought he would be; it was quick, Sanemi riding the demons before you could make a slash on the monstrous being, and he didn't act like a demon himself. He made small talk, asking about you and being attentive. Though those questions and actions held nightmarish intentions, to be knowledgeable about you and you two be more inseparable. He is hoping it'll advance into something more and if it doesn't, you being missing isn't a problem.
MUICHIRO TOKITO
The grass flutters against your exposed skin, tall and verdant, with the breeze—enjoying the calmness after a difficulty with a demon. You hummed ambling further into the meadow until you toppled over, yelping and frantic to catch yourself. You glanced down and gasped, there a boy laid as he observed you frantically spew apologies.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you-"
Muichiro watched aloofly before he raised a finger and flicked your forehead, "it's fine."
Muichiro wasn't sure what lured him to feel a way with you, you consumed his thoughts and his actions—he couldn't forget you.
OBANAI IGURO
You peered down at the albino serpent, his scales stroking your ticklish skin as he coiled around your leg. You had an idea who the snake belonged to, a man you really didn't conversate with nor interacted with, Iguro Obanai. You smiled, cautiously lowering your hand towards the reptile, and let him curl around your arm. "Hello, where's your owner?"
"Behind you."
Though neither of you engaged with each other, Obanai watched you from afar. Admiring you as you spoke to others, friendly and ambitious to help, jealous that he wasn't the one you were speaking to you—snapping at people who gave you dirty looks or treated you unfairly. Obanai was your guardian from the shadows, but now he was prepared to come out.
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I watched Ridley Scott's NAPOLEON yesterday and it was a complete Waterloo.
Yes, I am a big history nerd with a giant heart for movie adaptation of historical topics. But when I watched NAPOLEON I sat there... and tried not to laugh. It was not only so historical inaccurate, that I wanted to cry, at the same time it was filled with cringe dialogues, red flags and terrible color grading. This whole movie made me so sad yet so angry, that I HAVE to write this review:
(Disclaimer: This review is based on my own opinion. If you enjoyed the movie, it's completely fine. Btw. in that case or if you agree with me, feel free to tell me your opinion. I would love to know!)
First of all: Don't get me wrong, the medium film has its own rules and you can't put as much historical accuracy into a big scale movie as you would into a documentary - sometimes the story needs to be altered to be a good movie. And that is fine. Even if Gladiator is a complete fictional story set in the Roman Empire, I can still enjoy this movie for what it is: A good-written story with great characters, a beautiful score and iconic scenes. With Kingdom of Heaven it's kind of the same - and while the movie cut was very inconsistent, I still kind of liked it. But then the Directors Cut made it a a masterpiece for me.
Funny enough, both of these movies are made by the same person: Ridley Scott. So naturally I thought: Well, Napoleon won't be a historical accurate film, but I surely will enjoy it anyways. Well, ...no. It is not only historical incorrect, it's also a bad movie overall.
To start it short: NAPOLEON clearly lost itself in all the various topics it wanted to tell within a runtime of two and a half hours. It made the whole storytelling very weird and inconsistent, causing the problem, that the audience even loses itself in the questions of when and where. Where is that scene located? When did that happen? And then comes the question: Why is this even happening?
Ridley Scott wants to depict Napoleon as a lover, a military genius, a big political figure, a revolutionary and more. But in the end he tells all of this in the most shallow way possible, which waters down Napoleons personality traits and achievements to a series of small scenes. You never get a glimpse of the "true" Napoleon, who was described as a highly intelligent and charismatic man. In fact, you never really feel ANYTHING about him except that he was a cringe red flag in front of his wife. He just stands there, stares and has very limited dialogue scenes to get a picture of that man. What are his overall motivations? Only Josephine? If so, why is this motivation only vaguely explored?
The whole love story between him and Josephine feels so unnatural and got to the brink of being disgusting. This is particularly sad because I deeply respect Vanessa Kirby and Joaquin Phoenix, they're both stunning actors. I don't know if they just couldn't fit the role or if it was rather a problem of the script (the last one is my guess). Yet whenever I saw Josephine and Napoleon on screen, I felt like acted very stiff and forced. Napoleon seemed more obsessed with her than actual love and that can be a character trait, but there wasn't a chance to explore that deeper. Before the movie entered the cinema, the lovestory between these two was marketed as intense, obsessive, deeper than you could imagine. What the audience got was a few scenes without real conversation, much staring and a bunch of cringeworthy s-scenes. And seriously, these "sexy" scene were the worst. I was so disgusted by them because they were SO DAMN WEIRD. There are no scenes that undermine ANY deep love between Josephine and Napoleon. It felt therefore so off, when they still longed for each other after their divorce.
And let's not start to ramble about the fact that they depicted Josephine ONLY in a somehow sexual way. Yeah, there is that scene where she says to Napoleon, that he is nothing without her. BUT SHOW, DON´T TELL! You never see her doing something instead of sitting there, talking with others or when the plot needs her to have sexy time with someone (not only Napoleon). As a woman myself this makes me so freaking furious, you have no idea. I don't need a marvel-coded super-strong woman with unlimited talents - I just need a female character that is written GOOD and plausible! Make me CARE for her plot and for the plot of Napoleon! Both of them don't even feel like normal human beings because they're like blank pieces of paper with their names written on it!
And don´t make me start to talk about the historical inaccuracies. At first I didn't want to draw that card. Actually, I don't need a historical movie to present 100% facts. If the movie is still enjoyable, it's okey. But even if many people say that the war scenes were awesome, I can only partly agree. Yeah, we have that cool ice-lake Austerlitz battle, but it took me a couple of minutes and a better look on the uniforms to know that Napoleon is now at war with Austria! You get nearly ZERO context to Napoleons battles. Yeah, nice, the scenes look cool - but there is nothing more to it? Is that all you need to show for the audience to care? For me at least, I just didn't care at all and I was very happy when I got out of the cinema. Overall this movie is full of messy non-sense choices that don't contribute to the story. Many moments just confused me and it left me with the question why Scott couldn't simply hire some historians to put together a consistent story. Everyone who read about Napoleons life knows that there are so much cinema worthy moments in his career that would've been so much better than what we now got.
I could ramble about that movie for hours if I´m honest, but I hope this little TED talk was enough to make my statement clear.
In the end, it just makes me sad. I wanted to like this movie, I wanted it to be good. For months I hyped myself up to this, read books about Napoleon, watched the trailer all over and over and talked with friends about how great this movie will be. Now I am just disappointed and frustrated. Oppenheimer was such a great biopic of a historical person that became a great success at the box office - even without great battle scenes. I hoped that Napoleon would push a cinema revolution, that shows people want big scaled films about historical personalities and history topics. But now I just want to forget this Napoleon movie to be honest.
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Trick or Treat Counseling AU
trick or treat 😻🎃☠️
Here’s a silly 5 sentence fragment (jk it was supposed to be a 5 sentence fragment but nvm it’s like 20 lol):
Anakin bolts from the kitchen to the couch with a speed only possible through misuse of the Force.
Obi-Wan would comment on it, if only because he knows how much Anakin resents it when he does so, but he himself is rather preoccupied with the blinking comm sequence in the air.
Ahsoka has not voluntarily reached out to talk with them since the immediate aftermath of the war when she called frantic and rather wounded herself to make sure that they were still alive.
It’s set a rather bad precedent, if Obi-Wan’s being honest—now her name lights up his comm link and all he can think of is has someone almost died once more?
“Well, pick it up, pick it up,” Anakin urges him in the tone of voice of one who is absolutely thinking the same thing.
The blue lighted figure of Ahsoka is small and grainy, as if her connection, wherever she is, is bad.
“Snips!” Anakin says, body like a live wire beside Obi-Wan even as his voice sounds casual. “How are you?”
“Masters,” Ahsoka replies, dipping her head. She’s smiling slightly though her countenance otherwise can only be described as befuddled. “I received a packet of…questions. From a Sheari Flot’inae?”
“Oh wow, that was fast,” Anakin says. “We just gave her your name a few hours ago. Do you have questions about it? She said the packet would be sort of obvious.”
“Right,” Ahsoka says. “So. Just one question actually. Is this a joke or something?”
Her head is tilted to the right and her voice is confused; immediately, Obi-Wan understands she means no harm whatsoever in the asking.
The question stings all the same, and across their open bond, he can feel Anakin’s equal hurt.
“No,” Obi-Wan says carefully, allowing his hands to tighten around each other in his lap where they cannot be seen. “It is not. We, ah. We have recently decided that it would be for the best if we…addressed some of the problems in our relationship. To help us grow as people and partners.”
“Cause walking away isn’t an option,” Anakin adds, voice unreadable. Obi-Wan barely resists the urge to close his eyes.
“Our counselor requested we send her a handful of names that she could contact,” he says quickly. “With a questionnaire similar to one we filled out upon our intake with her. So she can get an outsider’s perspective on our relationship.”
“Right,” Ahsoka says slowly, drawing out the letters. “So this questionnaire is like the one you guys filled out…about your relationship with each other. And I’m supposed to take it seriously.”
“And complete it sober,” Anakin nods. “That’s important.”
Obi-Wan coughs. “It would mean so much to us, Ahsoka, if you were to help us in this. I know—we do not have the right to ask anything of you, that this may just be another burden we are placing on your shoulders unfairly and for our own personal gain, but no one knows us the way you do.” He clears his throat, and anakin’s hand falls to rest against the back of his. “You of all people would know how we are together in our happiest and at our worst. It would mean so much to me if you took this task seriously and with the wisdom and thoughtfulness I have always admired in you.”
“Right,” Ahsoka says. Her cheeks look darker, and Obi-Wan hopes she’s taken his words to heart. “So for question 6, what would you like me to put? Cause I’m not sure I understand why I’m being asked this if this isn’t all just a joke.”
Obi-Wan can feel his confusion mirrored on Anakin’s side of the bond. “What’s question 6?” Anakin asks.
Ahsoka looks down at the sheet of flimsi in her hand. “On a scale of one to five with five being very comfortable, how comfortable would you say the couple is with public displays of affection? For example, have you ever seen them kiss each other in public? If you can remember a specific time, please note.”
She raises her head to look at them, markings where her eyebrows would be if she were human raised high. “I can’t say I remember, Masters, so should I put that you save all the kissing for your quarters or will that make you sound too frigid?”
[trick or treat ask game!]
#asks#obikin#couples counseling au#yeah this is the moment they realize they’re in couples counseling#bless them <3
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re my last rb: my ranking of nami's favourite partners for general illegal activities whenever they hit a new island, pre & post-timeskip, including but not limited to:
swindling
scamming
small-scale grifting
gambling (& therefore cheating at gambling)
small-scale heisting (ones that require infiltration or more subtlety than usual)
ok let's go
pre-ts (pre-grand line):
zoro - it's so fun to get dramatic with him. he's very perceptive, he always plays along no matter what, he knows when to push the intimidation (and is very good at it. eternal attack dog privilege ftw) & when to dial back. he also knows nami best/longest out of them, though that quickly stops making a difference in most contexts
usopp - OBVIOUSLY!! he is quite literally perfect in every grift you can think of. the only problem is that he starts fumbling when the other party at, say, the casino gets a lil too threatening/seems to be catching on. whereas nami (& zoro) chase the adrenaline he doesn't like to toe the line TOO much.
sanji - automatic 3rd b/c she gets annoyed with how he can't function when a hot woman so much as breathes his way (she doesn't even scam other women! not when she can help it!) or if it's a grift that requires him to get the least bit touchy with her. but he IS objectively GOOD at it.
GREAT WALL OF CHINA
400. luffy - she does not let him grift OR gamble with her. subtlety of a fucking toddler. derails every single grift/mini heist. NEGATIVE poker face, ESPECIALLY when he's actively trying. when she's forced to bring him along though he always notices something she hasn't because he is bizarrely perceptive like that, he just doesn't really care. unfortunately this also means he doesn't always care to inform her about what he observes. (luffy: "but you told me to keep quiet!!") he also has really good luck so if he manages to stay quiet and not attract attention he can act as a good luck charm. however that is impossible
(later) pre-ts:
usopp - everything stays the same AND he's getting better at keeping his cool. what's not to love. this is their bonding activity
zoro - nami has learned the hard way that they both CANNOT take themselves seriously for long when they are required to get touchy. he's also demoted bc he refuses to part with his swords, which is really quite inconvenient if she wants him to be her partner for, say, a gala dinner they're sneaking into.
sanji - still 3rd but a closer 3rd now!! stay strong sansan!! more on earlier, grifting with him isn't as effortless/fun as it is w usopp or zoro but that is in no way due to lack of skill on his part. he's not just good at landing a cover; he's strategic like zoro and flexible like usopp. plus, he just FITS into a high class setting with the seamlessness that neither usopp nor zoro have which makes him very, very useful for grifts requiring more formality. however due to his also aforementioned flaws he cannot hit top 2 im (not) sorry...... ALSO! this is partly bc im so sanamipilled but i do think that she's grown to enjoy the touchiness sometimes - and now she can admit it to herself. 's a fun little excuse for her to indulge sanji a bit, especially if their mark for the night is easy
robin - she is last bc she is usually simply not interested in all that. however she will creep people out with her general aura when needed!
post-ts:
usopp - everything is just so easy with him x2. they fall back into their dynamic and it's perfect and even BETTER than before because they're both a little out of practice after 2 years, but they've also both got new tricks up their sleeves. they don't get as many chances TO grift anymore in the new world though. always onto the next big adventure. plus now she's notorious enough that people actually RECOGNISE her in bigger cities/towns (she's not too happy about this)
sanji - he's been promoted :) but also demoted especially freshly post-ts bc of fishman island related crimes.
zoro - he doesn't let nami convince him into grifting with her anymore :-(( but if nami still requires someone to stand menacingly behind her as she extorts some rando then [mbappe voice] He Will Be There No Matter What
luffy stays the same :p
chopper is too young to be engaging in these activities & franky and brook are wayy too conspicuous. jinbei just joined they do not have the time for that shit yet. also i havent read beyond wano
#op#one piece#strawhats#straw hat pirates#east blue crew#nami#usopp#zoro#sanji#luffy#robin#qin poast
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if you’re comfortable with the topic
could you do spencer hasting x reader with an ed (anorexia) with her helping the reader
PLEASE IGNORE IF YOURE UNCOMFY
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia nervosa) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.
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You did not remember exactly when the sickness had started to hold your body in captivity and destroy your entire life, but it used to come with the stress of A and their sick and twisted games. Now, you only felt relief whenever you could hunger your problems away, taking all the imperfect things of your body and starving them away.
It is the rumor mill and the people whispering behind your back that have been brewing since you were kidnapped and resurfaced. Since then, you hid into your clothes that swallowed you whole. Sometimes, you stood completely naked in front of your bathroom mirror and hugged your body, silently pleading to yourself to finally be perfect. Maybe if you were just a little lighter, A would stop putting you down.
And like so many times lately, you lay on your bed, your hands firmly placed on your growling stomach and your fingers brushing your ribs with your fingers absentmindedly. -Since you have been back home, you have gained enough weight to support an entire family, piggy.- Was the anonymous sender's last message to you and left you shrugging as you repeated the number that your scale spat out less than a few minutes ago.
For days you had not eaten more than measly portions of fruit, eggs or vegetables, which did not even provided your brain with the nutrients it needed. You had given up eating lunch with the girls, refused to eat at the breakfast table of your family home. The taste of the bitter coffee that Spencer brought you to school every morning was also starting to bother you and nearly made you sick.
And then there was Spencer Hastings which knew about your struggle with food. The person, who cuddles you during movie nights when you are cold from not eating a lot during the day, and does not mind if you refuse to eat big portions, if you ate at least small things in her presence. If she had learned one thing, it was not to push you but to give you space and take your own pace to improve.
Sometimes you thought to yourself that she did not care or took it seriously. She was too busy clarifying the person hiding behind an annoying letter in an alphabet. But you were wrong. So wrong. The brunette was more than just worried, paying attention to every little thing you ate. And sometimes Spencer was frightened about it.
Hunger took over and the aching stomach put you in a fetal position. With shaky hands, you fumbled around on your bedside table to look at your phone and manage to distract yourself, until you saw your best friend standing in the doorway. "Please, do not say anything. I know I am taking steps backwards," you whispered.
Spencer did not utter a single words as she walked towards you and gently pulled your frail figure into her arms. She kissed your hair and softly rocked you back and forth as you let your tears flow freely onto her shirt.
The two of you went to therapy sessions together with Dr. Sullivan, she did not force you in any way. You alone had the idea, but you asked her for support, which she was happy to give you. You did not want to disappoint her, as she was one of your best friends and a rock in the surf who enriched your life. Spencer knew how you felt, assured you that you would never disappoint her and you believed her by the beautiful smile that graced her lips.
"Can you please eat something small for me? An apple maybe?" She asked cautiously, afraid that she had ruined the moment and pissed you off. But she did not, instead you nodded into her chest and pulled away from her which she did not expected at all. "Very good, I will get you one quickly. Do not move."
The brunette quickly ran down the stairs and you were worried for a moment that she would break her legs at that speed in the dark. But she appeared back in your room without any injuries in no time and took her usual spot on your bed.
She held the apple in front of you and you swallowed hard before unceremoniously bringing it into your own hand and taking a small bite out of it. You found yourself feeling the food move into your stomach, hating the feeling of instant weight gain. The desire of hiding was great as your stomach slowly expanded and the doubt crept it. It was a constant battle. But the brunette never judged you for it.
"Thank you for trying to fix me," you whispered into the dark of the night, her arms firmly around your body as she leaned against the headboard of your bed. Spencer involuntarily pulled you closer to her and kissed your temple. Her head rested on yours, occasionally checking the mirror to see if you were eating. "You are trying to restore yourself, I am just your little support. You do not need me."
You did not know what to say to that, so you fell silent, but thought about the line she had uttered. This time the brunette was wrong, you needed her more than you would ever admit. The second time you started crying that night was not because you were hungry, but rather for the girl who you had become- so terrified of loving yourself.
“Hey do not cry,” she hummed quietly to herself, pulling your face up towards her. The pads of her thumbs wiped the salty tears from your face as her eyes lost in yours. Spencer was protective of you, knowing that all she could do was be there for you and pick you up when you could not do it yourself. You had to fight for yourself and stop the evil voices in your head from A telling you negative things about yourself. You were not ugly or fat like you thought. In her eyes, you were the most perfect person in the world and she loved you just the way you were.
"You are beautiful and we can do this, together." her voice was thick with emotion and the faint sobbing of the night echoed off the cold walls of your room. Despite the dark and heavyhearted atmosphere, something had changed inside both of you. You wanted to change, wanted to become a person who accepted herself and proudly loved her body. Not just for her, but for you.
Spencer, on the other hand, understood that after that evening, her feelings were not just based on friendship, but became more sensitive. Her heart loved you in good and bad times and she would fight with you, no matter what.
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Please innumerate for us the specialized problems of the library sciences.
Let me start with the caveat that my information is based on my experiences at the National Archives more than a decade ago, and policy has definitely changed on this front as we can see from this graph of recent digitization - apparently NARA wants to get to 85% digitization by 2026. (Even still, I'd note that the records of the WPA are <0.001% digitized.)
However, back when I was doing the research that would eventually become my first book, I remember being at the National Archives II building in College Park, Maryland (Go Terps!) and getting really frustrated that all the records of the WPA were only available in their original physical form and that all the guides and indexes were also in paper only and were all from the 1970s, and I asked the archivist why the hell the National Archives hadn't been digitized already.
This is what they told me: if it's handled correctly and stored in the right environmental circumstances, paper can last a thousand years. Carbon copies can last even longer, if they don't rip. (Seriously, the bastard things are like onion skins, they'll split if you look at them funny.) Microfilm is slightly more technologically advanced than paper, but it only lasts 500 years in the right conditions.
We've only had computers en masse since the 1980s, and already there's a huge amount of records (especially from the early years) that we don't have any more, because the hard drives got re-formatted due to higher costs of storage space back in the day, or because old computers got thrown out when they were replaced by newer models and the hard drives are all rotting in landfills somewhere, or because backwards compatibility broke down and we just can't read those file types on our modern computers, or because the actual data got corrupted on the disc, or because some legacy company is asserting copyright against a video game museum, or because some political hack and/or president of the United States decided to violate the Presidential Records Act.
While we thought that the internet would cause an explosion of written records from ordinary people on the scale of the advent of mass literacy, there are vast swathes of the early internet that simply do not exist any more because the servers got switched off when Geocities et al. folded in the dot-com bubble burst or when everyone migrated to Web 2.0, and the Internet Archive tries its best (bless its heart, affectionately) but it can't be everywhere and save everything.
As a result, the archivist told me, digitization is a fraught question: what file format do we use? How do we know that file format will still be compatible and backwards-compatible in 50 years? 100? Longer? Do we keep everything locally or store it on the cloud, and how do we ensure that the storage mechanisms won't fail if there's a blackout or a virus or whatever? Do we digitize everything now, or do we wait until optical character recognition improves enough to the point where digitized records can be searched for words and phrases? Etc.
Keep in mind, I am a public policy historian who studies the 20th century U.S - I work primarily with the official records and the central archives of the richest government in the world. From a library sciences perspectives, this is kind of an ideal scenario, and it's still kind of fucked up. (Let me tell you, the rage and grief I felt when I learned that most of the General File of the Public Works Administration was thrown away by the National fucking Archives and Records Administration in the mid-1950s because they were running out of shelf space in the D.C location and didn't think these records were important...)
Now imagine what it's like at a local historical society or a small liberal arts college, or the national museum of a developing nation for that matter, who do not have the resources for the kind of grand digitization project that NARA started doing five years ago. Think of the sheer scale of historical records that sleep, unseen and untouched perhaps for decades and perhaps for ever, in little cubbyholes all across the world. Among professionals, historical records are measured in linear and cubic feet - think about that for a second, how many pages of paper there are in a foot when you stack them up, and how many hundreds and thousands and millions of feet there are across the face of the world. Think of all the millions of feet of pieces of paper that have been lost to us because of fire or rot or war or time itself.
This is why Peter Turchin is a quack. Historical records are not a standardized little database for social scientists to plug their fucking spreadsheets into; historians don't play that kind of bullshit t-ball, with all our data neatly packaged and handed to us on a silver platter. Our profession is not a social science, it's a goddamn treasure hunt through boxes that were never catalogued or categorized (or that were re-catalogued so many times no one remembers how they were put together in the first place) to find writing that no one has read since the authors died. All of us know that our work, our understanding, will always be partial and limited, because memory is infinitely fragile and the very idea of historical preservation is a mad existential defiance of entropy itself. These records are real, they are fragile - to hell with the Library of Alexandria, remember the National Museum of Brazil? - and they are all that is left to us of the dead.
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♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRUMPY ♡
In honor of our stotic captains birthday and in our holiday season I decided to write a small fic on our beautiful gremlin.
Happy holidays everyone ❣️
Gender neutral reader
Modern au
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Happy birthday 🫶
Levi:
it's not my birthday yet.
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okay.
Happy EARLY birthdqy 🙄
birthday*
Levi:
You're such an idiot.
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I'm being nice to you and you can't even say thank you?
🤧
Levi:
Read
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Really 😭?
Levi:
Read
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Look out your window.
Levi let out a small groan as he turned from the math problems he was currently working on to the open window. As he stuck his head out a snowball hit him dead in the face.
"Oh shit my bad!" You called out with a small wave of your arms.
"Come on sneak out with me" you whisper yelled as you signaled him.
He rolled his eyes before wiping the leftover snow off his face.
"Stay right there. And don't do anything stupid!" He whispers back before turning to put on his coat and snow boots while trying to be quiet so as to not wake his sleeping family members.
As he opened the back screen door he stepped into his backyard to see you sitting on the swing set with your phone in hand.
"Finally I thought you'd take forever" you said rolling your eyes.
"You're the one who showed up in my backyard at 11 pm" he said, rolling his eyes.
"It's 11 already!?" You said checking the time on your phone before quickly standing up, wiping the snow off your butt.
"Come on, I want to show you something!" You said excitedly grabbing his mitted hand in yours before dragging him out the gate you entered.
After dragging him for about 10 minutes he finally managed to break free from your hold after assuring you that he wouldn't run back home.
You two arrived at a large gate that led to one of those high end neighborhoods.
"Seriously?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as you used the wall to help you scale the gate.
"Yeah seriously, come on!" You said excitedly hopping over the edge disappearing from his view as he sighed, shaking his head before following.
This neighborhood was located on top of a hill overlooking the city.
You grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bench nearby.
"Why are we here?" He asked as you excitedly pointed towards the view. "Just look, the view speaks for itself" you said as he turned to the city, grey eyes widening at the sight.
On Top the hill you had the most perfect view of the city filled with bright colorful Christmas lights, And with it being a few minutes to midnight fireworks we're filling the sky.
"I came here alone last year and decided to come here every year before the countdown for Christmas." You said your eyes gleaming with excitement as you observed every individual house that was a small part of the beautiful picture laid out In Front of your eyes.
"Pretty huh?" You asked, turning to look at him.
"Yeah," he whispered, looking back at you.
Both of you looked back to your phone as your alarm for midnight rang.
"Happy birthday!" You said excitedly pulling out your bag.
"I said I didn't want anything" he said as you rummaged through your bag.
"I don't care, I got you a gift." You said rolling your eyes as you pulled out a gift wrapped with grumpy, from Snow White all over.
"I hate you so much" he said as you handed him the box with a laugh.
"I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me," you said as he observed the box.
"I remember how much you loved it on that trip" you started as he opened the box carefully as his eyes widened at the contents. "It was expensive and hard to find but I know you liked it.
Four months ago, back in late summer; your class had taken a cruise vacation all paid for by the school.
It was a fancy ass boat, with chandeliers, restaurants, and even its own pool.
You and Hanji had practically begged Levi to come on the trip saying that the three of you, along with Erwin, would have a blast.
Reluctantly he agreed.
On the first day of the trip it was obvious he wasn't having much fun. Other than the dolphin sightings nothing really cured him of his boredom.
That was until dinner.
At dinner there was a type of tea served. A type of tea that you and everyone else found gross, so much for a 'one of a kind' tea.
But for some reason the short grumpy student greatly enjoyed the flavor stating that it was because the others had no taste.
He loved the tea so much that he asked the staff if they had any he could buy.
Sadly the staff informed him that none was for sale.
He remembered what you had asked him on the last day of the cruise.
"Why did you like the tea so much?" You asked, turning from the view of the deep blue sea to his deep gray stormy eyes.
"It reminded me of someone, someone that I thought I had forgotten long ago" he whispered as he turned back to the sea.
"Mama?" A young boy with jet black hair said looking up at his mother who was currently doing laundry.
"Yes baby?" Turning to look at her son who was currently drinking out of his favorite tea cup.
"Whad dea is dis?" He asked, looking down at the floating tea leaves.; his small lips coming out.
"Mama doesn't know baby, but if you like it we can, have it every afternoon during tea time if you'd like" she said as the young boy gave her one of his toothy smiles.
"Yes please! Id really dasty!"
Down in the nearly wrapped box laid a package for the tea that the boy thought he had lost long ago.
"Merry Christmas and happy birthday Levi!"
Happy birthday Levi 🎉
#attack on titan#levi aot#levi x reader#shingeki no kyojin#aot x reader#levi ackerman#levi attack on titan#snk levi#modern au#christmas#levi birthday#fluff#aot fluff
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Do you think if Owl House’s third season were longer instead of being crammed into 3 long episodes, it would’ve been better?
I actually did a blog about this literally the night before the S3 finale and the finale did not prove me wrong!
But I want to emphasize here that a lot of these problems... are due to S2 and S1. S3 is how it is BECAUSE of the writing choices the team made going into it. There were ALWAYS going to be problems with S3 because of how S2A was paced, because of the INSANE decisions made in the face of the shortening in S2B like the Collector. Just the insane amount of mismanaged time. But I like to provide evidence:
No usable villains: S1 had the most amount of threats that could be taken seriously and even they weren't treated the best. The EC were still mostly bumblers who could be taken out by Eda or Hooty with EASE, Lilith is used for comedy far more than threat in S1, even if her role as straight man works to keep some of her menace, Kikimora is barely there and Belos is introduced at the end of the season. All the one off villains are pathetic and usually defeated through brute force in their episodes proving that except by schemes, like Really Small Problems, they're all fucked going against Luz in S2 who now has actual power behind her. So by the end of S1, you have Hunter, Kikimora and Belos. S2A will then go on to make Hunter immediately not a villain, Kikimora a joke by the end of it and ignore Belos entirely until S2B while introducing no new real villains so now they only had BELOS and their time is running out. Also, their only human realm villain is a joke who got beat by Camila, let alone anyone with magic. Speaking of:
Edit: I straight up forgot to mention the coven heads but S2 does technically set them up... and then destroys the coven system, giving them no systemic power, and Luz literally saved all of theirs lives so they have no reason to fight her. Also because the Collector is straight up not a villain in S3, he would not be sending them out to kill people even if that were his style so they don't count as usable villains and neither does the Collector.
Power Scale Issues: In literally the sixth episode, Willow singlehandedly beats the shit out of an entire squad of trained MONSTER HUNTERS without even the element of surprise. She's just that strong. By S2's end, EVERYONE will be at her level. Luz at the START of S2, before glyph combos are introduced, takes down the Selkidamus effectively single handedly. She literally only needed physical strength of pulling the thing in and NO ONE acts like it's a question if she can slay it once she's given a sword. It's really fucking bad. And as they have magic in the human realm, all of these characters are still at that power level for what would have been the first half of the season. This means threats and villains are out of the question. How about character work?
Character Blandness: Willow has no character. She is wishy washy all the way through the series and this is true even in S1 where she is shy for half the episodes and also the most brazen person you know in the other half, sometimes in the same episode. Escaping Expulsion murdered about half of Amity's potential and Reaching Out made sure that there would literally never be a conflict about Lumity and made Amity only a bland love interest with daddy issues and her dad isn't in the human realm so you got nothing on her for the first half. Hunter had to have almost all of his shit dealt with by the end of S2 so he's a certified good guy at their side by the Day of Unity who at least half of the cast have accepted so all you have is backstory angst which they can only do so much of without it being repetitive or boring, especially if you want the BIG reveal to only happen shortly before his possession. Luz has her angst which can't be resolved until post Belos revealing it so you have half a season where NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING. You theoretically have Camila fluff and Vee angst/fluff potentially but people got pissed at Hop Pop and Sprig getting episodes dedicated to them in the human realm instead of the plot. How would most have reacted to characters who have made barely an appearance stealing half a season from the entire Hexide Squad?
Human Realm is Bad: By the end of S1, the Isles has cellphones, it has televisions, it broadcast news, it will fight for a wrong unjustly done, etc. S2 only doubles down as it introduces robots, child endangerment laws and other things that are just part of the human realm. That's why ALL of the fish out of water jokes in Thanks to Them are utter shit and require characters acting like complete morons because the two worlds are the SAME. And they have almost always been that way. The only difference is that one has electricity, the other has magic. As such, going to the human realm is just not compelling. It doesn't even have thematic reasons to do so except I guess to FINALLY actually show Luz being bullied and they didn't even do that in the specials.
And sure, stuff with the resistance could have been neat in the second half. The first half could have included good fluff like Lumity dates and Gus freaking out about the human realm for an episode. But... It would still be needing to introduce elements. It would still be scrambling for ways to fill the time because S2 killed most of the potential for the characters and was so focused on that goal, even in S2A, that it didn't introduce compelling plot elements for drama or good villains to play into its adventure elements.
Could it have been better? Possibly. But a lot of people felt how much S3's specials were just padding. Just wasted time. Now TRIPLE the length of the season?
Yeah... The shortening was a blessing, not a curse.
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Trans Slider Pains
Originally posted this on ao3, but thought I'd post it here too!
It's essentially "writer suffer from period and makes blue turtle do the same."
Please enjoy this little one-shot
TCEST DNI//WARNING: Small mention of blood and/or cramps
It had been a regular day for Leo, stopping crime, eating pizza, teasing his brothers, and ignoring his definitely not trauma's and insecurities.
Totally a normal day.
Until his period hit.
And by the pizza supreme in the sky, it hurt like hell and was embarrassing as hell when it hit.
He had been in a fight with a worm thing that he seriously couldn’t remember the name of. No, seriously, what was his name again? Just winging his katanas and throwing out quips here and there until he felt something trickle down his leg and both him and the worm thing, apparently his name was Warren Stone, or at least that what he said his name was, stopped. “What the…?” he quietly asked himself as he felt more of that trickling feeling.
Leo looked down for a moment, thinking it was sweat or water, only to be met with blood. He thought he had gotten a cut and looked for said cut, only for the agony of cramps to hit, causing him to heal over in pain. “Oh, holy fuck…that fuckin hurts…” He whispered in absolute agony, and it seemed Warren figured out what happened and backed off.
"Hey, uh- other turtles I think your annoying blue brother's monthly bill has hit-” Warren quickly said before squiggling away as he and Hypno bolted away.
The realization hit Leo like a ton of bricks; his fucking period started in the middle of battle, in front of two villains, and his black shorts were most definitely ruined. He, with a very, very ticked-off smile, practically screamed “FUCK” towards the sky so loudly that even Gram Gram Karai heard him.
His eldest brother came rushing over in a very frenzied worry, "Leo, are you good? Ya need Raph to carry ya back to the lair?”
He asked, but didn’t wait for a replay as he scooped up Leo in his arms, with Mikey practically scaling up Raph's shell and perching on Raph's shoulder in a concerned manner, with Donnie hovering over them all with his goggles down as if studying the situation.
“Raph. It’s fine. He’s not gonna die.” his twin explained in his typical monotone manner, typing something out on his tech gauntlet as Raph seemed to calm down slightly as he carried Leo back to the lair as if both Leo and Mikey weighed nothing to him, which they didn’t.
Mikey craned his neck down to observe the ball shape his older brother curled into while clutching his abdomen in pain with worry before suddenly getting an idea. He pressed his hands on Leo’s stomach and used his powers to heat his hands up, acting like a living heating pad. Leo’s muscles tensed up even more before relaxing as he let out a breath he’d been holding in since the first wave of cramps hit.
“Thanks Miguel…", He whispered out with relief in his voice as he unfurled from the ball shape he was in, which seemed to calm Mikey’s nerves, and he smiled calmly back.
“Not a problem, Leo; just glad you're not curled up in a ball anymore.”
When they all arrive back at the lair, Leo can at least stand and walk a bit without feeling pain, which he uses to his advantage as he practically waddles his way into the bathroom, ignoring his twin’s trying to hide his giggles that stemmed from seeing him have to waddle around, and changed into some more comfortable clothing, putting on a pad in the process and ignoring the weird feeling of it knowing it would pass, all the while throwing his blood-stained black shorts into a laundry basket to be washed later.
He waddled out of the bathroom and back to his room in his train car. He flopped down on his bed and curled up under his cover, retracting into his shell to hopefully ignore the crippling pain in his abdomen again. Only then was he interrupted by someone plopping more blankets on top of him. He poked his head out of his shell and wasn’t too surprised to see Raph there with his brothers in tow. Mikey climbed under the blankets and nuzzled up into his side beak first with some snacks and cuffs.
Leo huffed with amusement and nuzzled the top of his head before poking his arms out of his shell to gently grab one of the homemade snacks Mikey and Donnie whipped up, the warmth from the freshly made food and treats helping to soothe the pain internally.
Speaking of his older twin, Donnie crawled under next, flopping himself on Leos side with a low hiss while using Leo's shell as a pillow, his webbed, clawed hands snaked over his shell, the warm hands also helping to soothe the cramps, plus the weight on his shell was oddly soothing as well. Donnie had handed him some Tylenol and Midol before he flopped his arms over Leo's shell comfortably with another soft hiss.
And finally, Raph, ever so hesitantly, crawled under the blankets with his brothers, curling around them like a mother cat would with her kittens. Leo snuggled under Raph's arms with a churr, which surprised the snapping turtle, as Leo always tended to be a little…grouchy on his periods, but Raph simply pushed the thought away and held him and his two other younger brothers close with a low rubbing, almost purr like sound.
All three of them would be here to comfort Leo through anything. And they intended to always do that with each other as they were brothers.
And brothers stick together till the very end.
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I hoped you enjoyed this!
I've really been working on my writing style since my last fic, and I hope this Oneshot shows it!
#rottmnt fanfiction#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#trans leo#mild hurt/comfort#oneshot#Leonardo starts his period mid battle. It's not fun it's extremely painful.#Donnies the older twin#Hypno-Potamus & Warren Stone are mentioned in the beginning! Yay!#Leo is in pain and his brothers don't like that :( So they comfort him till he feels better :)#no Tcest#TCEST DNI#BEGONE YOU NASTIES#IT'S JUST BROTHERLY LOVE
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Chapter 1 Chapter 5
Eddie woke up with a start, how long had he been asleep? He really hoped it hadn’t been long at all, he had a baby to look after. The sunlight shining through the small crack in the curtain told him he hadn’t been asleep for a short amount of time. Fuck. He shot up off the sofa and ran over to the pack and play to check on Nova. For the second morning in a row he didn’t find her where he expected too. Shit, this was becoming a thing, and not a good thing.
Then he heard it, a hushed voice followed by a tiny giggle. Walking towards the kitchen he stopped in the doorway and had to pinch himself. He stood and watched Steve in a pair of low slung sweats and a baggy shirt making breakfast with a baby strapped to his chest. Briefly wondering if taking a picture was the wrong side of the weird - creepy scale he instead just looked at the time.
“Erm I’m really sorry to burst this bubble but I need to have the baby back, I’m running super late to get back, change and get her to Aimee's before work.” Eddie said, grateful he’d managed to keep the sadness about stopping this from his voice. “Oh, she’s changed! Thank you so much. I was going to get that sorted before we had to run.”
"If you're running late don't worry about it. I don't have work today and I can watch her for you. Just one less thing you need to do before work." Steve offered, still focusing on breakfast and the baby attached to him.
“Are you sure? I’ve got to head that way for a quick change of clothes" Eddie questioned, he really didn't want to be a bother.
"Yes I'm sure. Just gotta let me borrow her car seat in case we want to go anywhere. You can go raid my room for a change of clothes too if you'd like. One less stop you'd have to make."
“Killing me with kindness here dude, are you sure?”
"I don't mind at all, not about any of it. I know you needed the sleep so I'm glad you got some. Sorry the couch isn't so comfortable though."
“Shut up, seriously, you tucked me in and took care of the little beast both last night and this morning. That couch is still comfier than my bed so, apparently I wouldn't have minded though, I just KO’d.” Eddie laughed.
"It's not a problem. You're just going to make yourself even more late by arguing with me though. It'd be nice to have some company on my day off anyway. So you can either go get yourself something to change into and maybe have some time for breakfast or keep arguing. It's up to you."
“Alright Harrington alright, I’ll go raid your polo collection and see what I can steal for the day then I’ll grab you her seat.” Eddie said, holding his hands up and backing out of the room before sprinting up the stairs two at a time.
30 Minutes later and Eddie was on his way to work, changed, fed and a cup of coffee in hand for the road after leaving Nova’s car seat with Steve.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up and then we can go out. How does that sound?” Steve asked as he got Nova out of her high chair. He wasn’t quite sure how it was going to work picking up whatever Mrs. Wheeler had found for him while he had Nova but he’d figure it out, worst case scenario he could always make a second trip.
Thankfully Nova hadn’t made a huge mess of herself since Eddie had only packed for a few hours instead overnight and a day. At least he’d packed spare clothes just in case she’d made a mess at dinner. It was still a bit too early to consider going to the Wheelers, he didn’t want to interrupt breakfast. There wasn’t a lot he had left at his house to entertain a baby so staying home wasn't really an option. When he stopped babysitting Holly he’d given everything back that he’d kept there for her, with the exception of the portable high chair and carrier that had gotten lost in a closet for so long that Mrs. Wheeler had told him to just donate them. At least for once his occasional forgetfulness had come in handy.
Once everything was put back in Nova’s bag, except her little stuffed bunny that seemed to be her favourite out of the toys Eddie had brought for her, Steve got them both in the car and headed to a park that was on the way to the Wheelers. Sure Nova was just crawling but there were still a few things she could enjoy at the park and it would be a good way to kill some time. The park had recently been updated, it was about time since Steve was pretty sure it hadn’t changed since he was a kid until now. With there being a separate section for the little kids Steve felt better about bringing her here. He could hold her while she went down the slide without having an impatient older kid standing at the top staring them down. It was early enough that the mom groups hadn’t started showing up yet and it was school day so the park was empty.
Steve took Nova on one of the new connected swings so he could sit across from her while he got a video of her smiling wide and making her little happy noises to send to Eddie. He also helped her down the slide and let her crawl around the little bit of the playset that had bars on both sides. An hour later and people slowly started showing up so Steve took that as his sign that it was time to leave. It was still earlier than he’d like to pick up the stuff so he drove them just down the road to an entrance to some paved trails. He put Nova back in the carrier she had been in at breakfast and walked the trails with her. Pointing out all the birds and squirrels that crossed their paths. At one point he stopped and got a picture of the two of them and sent it off to Eddie. He hoped that sending so many pictures and videos was helping Eddie feel more comfortable with the fact that she was with Steve instead of her usual babysitter and that he didn’t mind watching her at all instead of just being annoying. By the time they’d looped back to Steve’s car it was almost noon and Nova was looking ready for a nap. She’d already eaten the last of the snacks he’d had for her so he decided to make a trip to Melvald’s to pick up enough to last the rest of the day.
When he went to open the door to get Nova out he found her fast asleep in her car seat. Steve’s options were to either let her sleep there or to try and get her back in the carrier where she could maybe continue her nap while he shopped. He started undoing the straps of her carseat, if she stayed asleep while he moved her little arms out of the straps then she’d probably sleep through being put back in the carrier. Nova ended up staying asleep as Steve took his time walking around the store. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the baby sleeping against him. She might only be Eddie’s half sister but Steve could see so much of Eddie in her little face, which was not making things any easier. It had been easy before now to put a pause on his feelings for Eddie in a way, knowing he had a whole other little human being that he had to worry about, but spending the day with Nova was only making him want to find excuses to be around more. He’d wanted to be more than friends with Eddie for a while but now, well this sweet little girl already had him wrapped around her little finger. Steve couldn’t help it, he loved kids and how was he not supposed to want to give her everything when she had the face of the man he had strong feelings for.
After he was done shopping and Nova was back in her seat, still asleep, he made his way to the Wheelers. This time when he arrived at their destination he found Nova awake.
“Well good morning. Did you have a good nap?” Steve asked as he unbuckled her. The only response he got was a little hair tug and a giggle as he leaned in to pick her up before walking to the front door.
“Steve, I’m glad you’re here. Ted is at work but Mike just got home from school and he can help you with everything.” Mrs.Wheeler greeted before waving him inside and yelling for Mike. “Is this her? Isn’t she just adorable!” she cooed, giving Nova a little wave.
“What?” Mike asked once he reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Attitude Michael! Carry the stuff you and your father brought down from the attic last night to Steve’s car for him please.”
“Yeah alright.” Mike huffed as he walked towards the pile of stuff near the door.
“Oh, does your friend need a crib dear? I had them bring it down just in case. It still has the instructions and all the parts.” Mrs. Wheeler asked.
“I’m not sure honestly. I know it wouldn’t fit in my right now anyway. Would it be alright if I picked it up tomorrow or another day? That way I’ll have room and I can find out if he needs it.” Steve replied.
“Of course dear. You just give me a call whenever.”
Steve followed Mike out toward his car to unlock it and open the trunk. It looked like most of the containers and boxes would fit in his car once Mike had filled his trunk and they noticed there were only a couple boxes left.
“Are you going to tell us or are we just supposed to figure it out?” Mike demanded as he shut Steve’s trunk.
“Look kid, it’s not my story to tell so no. I didn’t tell Dustin anything and I won’t be telling you either. When he wants to tell you guys that’s his choice.” These damn kids were just so nosey. Why did they all insist on knowing everything that was going on? Had they not realized yet that they wouldn’t get any information out of him when he didn’t even tell Dustin? His response earned him an eye roll as they walked back towards the house.
“Thank you so much Karen. I’m sure this will all help a lot.” Steve said as he attempted to give her a hug one handed.
"You're very welcome dear. You let me if you want the crib." She hollered while Steve walked back to his car.
Nova was buckled back into her seat and Steve was just about to put his care in gear when his phone went off.
Steve parked next to Eddie's van just a few minutes later. He noticed Eddie waiting on the porch smoking and waved as he walked around to get Nova out of her seat.
"Hey." Steve greets Eddie, who puts out his cigarette as they walk up.
"Hey you two." Eddie replied, walking over to them both, holding his arms out for Nova who turned her head and hid her face in Steve's neck clinging to his shirt. "Damn it Harrington, are any ladies immune to your charm? Doesn't matter how old they all seem to love you" Eddie laughed.
"Language Eddie! What can I say? We had a good day if the pictures didn't show it enough." Steve said, giving Eddie a stern look for his choice of words.
"They did, they were cute, thank you. I'm glad you've had a good day. Was she good for you?" Eddie asked as he gestured for them to go inside.
"Yeah. She was great. Not a problem at all." Steve replied as he took the hint to head inside.
"You want a drink?" Eddie asked as he walked towards the kitchenet.
"Sure. Just one couldn't hurt before I head back home."
"There you go." Eddie said, handing a glass of coke to Steve "and one for the princess." handing Nova a bottle with some water in.
"Thanks. Oh! So I hope you don't mind but I talked to Mrs. Wheeler yesterday and today picked up some stuff for Nova for you. She's got a crib too if you need one." Steve said. He was hoping he hadn't over stepped.
"Really?! Sh…… that's amazing! Seriously thank you dude. Especially the crib, it'll be handy for when we move out, she's out growing the one we have. Not sure where it could be stored until then though. But seriously, it all helps!" Eddie gushed.
"Eddie, be honest with me here. I'm not going to judge you and I hope you know that. Does she stay in your room with you? What about Wayne? Where does he sleep?" Steve asked.
"Look I'm saving ok, we're out of here in like 3 more months. But currently yeah, she shares with me. Wayne sleeps on a pullout. Like I said I've got a chunk saved up so we'll be moving soon" Eddie replied sheepishly.
"I told you I wasn't judging and I meant it. I know it's hard and you're doing your best. I just… well my parents have given up the house and are sending me the deed with my name on it. They aren't coming back. So it's just me in that house. It's so quiet and empty. There are three other bedrooms not being used right now. If you want you are more than welcome to move in, both you and Nova. There's plenty of space and you could both have your own rooms. I know you've got someone close by helping you with Nova but I don't mind helping you at all if you decide to take my offer." Steve said a bit nervously. He just wanted the best for the two of them and if he could help he would.
"I don't need your charity Harrington ok. We'll be fine." Eddie replied, taken aback by the offer.
"It's not charity Eddie. I can only imagine how stressful it is to be trying to take care of her and trying to save to get your own place. It's not out of pity or charity or whatever you're thinking. You're my friend and I care about you. I'm always going to try to help you if I can. Plus it would honestly be nice for the house to feel less empty. It's been so quiet all of my life, never really felt like a home. It'd be nice for it to be filled with noise more than just when the kids stop by for a while. So yeah, it'd help you but also offering for the selfish reason of having some company."
"As long as it's not charity and you know we'll still be moving as soon as I can afford" Eddie replied, softening to the idea.
"If that's what you want to do, that's fine. You two are welcome to stay as long as you'd like. It really will be nice to have the company while you're there." Steve said, trying not to sound disappointed at the thought of it only being temporary. Maybe he could eventually convince Eddie to stay.
"In that case. Thank you. I'll speak to Wayne when he gets home, which should be any second now and let him know."
At that moment, as if summoned by being mentioned, the front door opened.
"Hey Wayne. Good to see you. How was work?" Steve asked.
"Evening Steve, same old same old." Wayne gruffed out. "Why do I feel like I've walked in on somethin though?" He questioned.
"This one is getting a bit squirmy and probably needs to be changed. I can go change her and grab her something to entertain her if you don't mind Eddie." Steve was thankful to be able to use Nova as an excuse to give Eddie and Wayne some space. She did seem to be getting a little bored sitting in his lap anyways so it wasn't a complete lie.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. There's stuff in the bedroom for her. Thanks." Eddie responded.
Eddie watched as Steve walked down the short hallway and disappeared into Eddie's room.
"Erm, Wayne, can we talk?" Eddie asked, he didn't think this would be a difficult conversation, just an awkward one.
"What's on your mind boy?" Wayne asked, sitting down and gesturing for Eddie to do the same.
"I'm just going to come out with it, Steve has asked me to move in with him." Eddie blurted out.
"I didn't even realise you two were together, never mind that serious, did I miss something?" Wayne replied, he was sure he hadn't missed anything.
"We're not," Eddie squeaked, before clearing his throat and trying again. "Jesus Wayne, we're not together. He's offered up rooms in his huge mansion for me and Nova. Plus he's going to help look after her. It's not really an offer I can refuse." He ended with a shrug.
"You don't have to, you know, we're making it work." Wayne replied.
"I know I don't have too. Think of it this way, you get the place all to yourself, an actual bedroom. No more sleeping on a shitty old pullout. Nova gets to grow up not being looked down upon and being held back for being from the wrong part of town. You know I love you uncle Wayne, I appreciate everything you've done for me and her but I have the opportunity to give her a better start to life than either of us had. Neither of our parents ever gave us a chance. I want to be better than they were." Eddie explained. He really hoped he hadn't upset Wayne.
"I understand, she'll have a lot more room to play in, she's growing quickly. So when are you leaving me?" Wayne asked.
"About that…..I'm packing everything up now and moving in tonight, you'll have your own bed to sleep in tomorrow morning when you get home
" Eddie said sheepishly before jumping up and heading off towards his room.
Later that evening three tired adults and a sleeping baby stood in the living room of the trailer. It had been non-stop packing or looking after Nova for Eddie, Wayne and Steve for the last 3 hours. Everything was packed up and in either Eddie's van or Steve's car.
"Doors always open for both of you boys, come and go as you please. Don't leave an old man lonely now" Wayne said as he pulled Eddie into a hug.
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MHA Chapter 371 spoilers translations
This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.
1
病院内の安全？
びょういんないのあんぜん？
byouinnai no anzen?
[What about the] safety of those in the hospital?
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代弁者、混濁した意識の中で…
スピナー、こんだくしたいしきのなかで…
SUPINAA (kanji: daibensha), kondaku shita ishiki no naka de...
Spinner, (read as: Representative) inside his muddled consciousness...
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No.371 しょーじくんといっしょ。 堀越耕平
ナンバー371 しょーじくんといっしょ。 ほりこしこうへい
NANBAA 371 Shouji-kun to issho. Horikoshi Kouhei
No. 371 Together with Shouji-kun. Kouhei Horikoshi
2
あると言え…‼︎
あるといえ…‼︎
aru to ie...!
"If it did, then speak...!!"
3
じゃなきゃ俺はおまえ達を許さない！
じゃなきゃおれはおまえたちをゆるさない！
ja nakya ore wa omae-tachi wo yurusanai!
"If not, I won't forgive you all!"
4
考ぇがあアるかってェエぇえ？
かんがえがあアるかってェエぇえ？
kangae ga aAru ka tteEEee?
Did that thought oCCUr to me, he sAYs?
5
痛ってえエナんだあこいつうう⁉︎
いってえエナんだあこいつうう⁉︎
itteeE NAndaa koitsuuu!?
It hurTS, whAaat's with this guuuuuy!?
6
障子くんの声…
しょうじくんのこえ…
Shouji-kun no koe...
Shouji-kun's voice...
7
なんだあのガキ…
nanda ano GAKI...
"What's with that brat..."
8
ひでえ傷…
ひでえきず…
hidee kizu...
"[Those] awful wounds..."
9
いや…でも…‼︎
iya...demo...!
"No...but...!!"
1
代弁者あんた言ってた筈だ！
だいべんしゃあんたいってたはずだ！
daibensha anta itteta hazu da!
"Representative, you'll definitely tell him!"
2
俺たちは従う
おれたちはしたがう
ore-tachi wa shitagau
"We will follow [you]"
3
「黒霧奪還」に伴う犠牲は！
「くろぎりだっかん」にともなうぎせいは！
「Kurogiri dakkan」 ni tomonau gisei wa!
"The sacrifices associated with recapturing Kurogiri"
4
言ってくれあんたが正義だ！
いってくれあんたがせいぎだ！
ittekure anta ga seigi da!
"Tell him, you are [our] justice!"
5
あァあァあア⁉︎
aAaAaA!?
AAaAaAh!?
6
あっ
a
Ah[?]
7
あっ
a
Ah[?]
8
あ〜〜〜
a~~~
Aaagghhh
9
知らネぇよ
しらネぇよ
shiraNEe yo
"DunnOOo"
1
知らねえって…
しらねえって…
shiranee tte...
"He doesn't know..."
2
これは‼︎
kore wa!!
"He means:"
(Note: Literally, "This.")
3
"流れる血こそ歴史を紡ぐ"と‼︎即ち やむなしだとそう言っているのだ
"ながれるちこそれきしをつむぐ"と‼︎すなわち やむなしだとそういっているのだ
“nagareru chi koso rekishi wo tsumugu” to!! sunawachi yamunashi da to sou itte iru no da
"of course history is spun by flowing blood!! In other words, he's saying that it's unavoidable."
4
あの小僧…それにスピナー！余計な事を！
あのこぞう…それにスピナー！よけいなことを！
ano kozou... sore ni SUPINAA! yokei na koto wo!
That kid... [saying that] to Spinner! Those excessive things!
(Note: He means that Shouji is overloading Spinner with excessive thoughts, which he can't handle at this time.)
5
前進せよ‼︎
ぜんしんせよ‼︎
zenshin se yo!!
"[Now] move ahead!!"
6
スピナーこれでまた
SUPINAA kore de mata
"Spinner, this will"
7
30年退行する
30ねんたいこうする
30nen taikou suru
"set us back 30 years."
8
ウる…せえ…！
Uru...see!
"SHUt...uuup...!"
9
マジでもう
MAJI de mou
Seriously, geez
10
その「剛躯」でも手こずるようなら
その「ごうく」でもてこずるようなら
sono 「gouku」 demo tekozuru you nara
If that "rigidity" becomes a problem,
11
これも使うといい
これもつかうといい
kore mo tsukau to ii
you should use this too.
1
本当にもう俺はもう
ほんとうにもうおれはもう
hontou ni mou ore wa mou
Really, I'm already...
2
「スケイルメイル」これで力と防御と
「スケイルメイル」これでちからとぼうぎょと
「SUKEIRU MEIRU」 kore de chikara to bougyo to
"Scale Mail, with this you will have the combined power, defense,"
3
容姿を兼ね備えたリーダーだ
ようしをかねそなえたリーダーだ
youshi wo kane sonaeta RIIDAA da
"and appearance of a leader."
4-5
そういうのもうイイカラ
sou iu no mou II KARA
"BEYOND that sort of stuff."
(Note: Literally, he says something like "what you're saying, I'm good [without it]" but that doesn't make much sense in English.)
6
LoL⁉︎
ロル⁉︎
RORU!?
“LoL?”
7
俺もやってた
おれもやってた
ore mo yatteta
"I also played that."
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ソロだけど
SORO dakedo
"Only solo though."
1
イィかラ
Ii kaRA
"I'm beYOND that, so"
2
進
すす
susu
"press"
3
めぇえ
meee
"oooon."
1
障子くん‼︎
しょうじくん‼︎
Shouji-kun!!
“Shouji-kun!!“
2
同志よ‼︎代弁者の歩みこそ
どうしよ‼︎だいべんしゃのあゆみこそ
doushi yo!! daibensha no ayumi koso
"Comrades!! [Only our] representative's path"
3
虐げられた者の逆襲と勇気！
しいたげられたもののぎゃくしゅうとゆうき！
shiitagerareta mono no gyakushuu to yuuki!
"[is for] the counterattack and courage of the oppressed!"
4
革命に殉じよ！今日の血が未来の異形に権益をもたらすのだ
かくめいにじゅんじよ！きょうのちがみらいのいぎょうにけんえきをもたらすのだ
kakumei ni junji yo! kyou no chi ga mirai no igyou ni ken’eki wo motarasu
"Martyr [yourselves] to the revolution! Today's blood will secure the interests of future mutants."
5
ふざけるな…障子くんは…‼︎
ふざけるな…しょうじくんは…‼︎
fuzakeruna...Shouji-kun wa...!!
"Don't mess with him... [not with] Shouji-kun...!!"
1
障子くんはーー！
しょうじくんはーー！
Shouji-kun wa---!
Shouji-kun---!
2
両親にこの腕はなかった
りょうしんにこのうではなかった
ryoushin ni kono ude wa nakatta
"My parents didn't have these arms."
3
酷い村だったよ人に触れようものなら総出で「血祓い」だ
ひどいむらだったよひとにふれようものならそうでで「ちはらい」だ
hidoi mura datta yo hito ni fureyou mono nara soude de 「chiharai」 da
"It was a cruel village, where if I should have come into contact with people, it was all about 'pure blood.'"
4
常闇や口田ら都会生まれには教科書の中の話かもしれんが
とこやみやこうだらとかいうまれにはきょうかしょのなかのはなしかもしれんが
Tokoyami ya Kouda-ra tokai umare ni wa kyoukasho no naka no hanashi kamoshiren ga
"To those born in the city like Tokoyami and Kouda, it might [sound like] a story from a textbook, but"
5
子どもにこんな傷を負わせる地域がまだ残ってるんだ
こどもにこんなきずをおわせるちいきがまだのこってるんだ
kodomo ni konna kizu wo owaseru chiiki ga mada nokotterunda
"there are still regions that inflict these kinds of wounds on children."
6
ゆるせんそんな奴ら根絶やそ…！
ゆるせんそんなやつらねだやそ…！
yurusen sonna yatsura neda yaso...!
"Unforgivable, that those sorts of people would exterminate others...!"
(Note: Not fully confident on this one.)
7
それもいいが
sore mo ii ga
"That's fine, but"
8
やはり"差異"というものはある…
やはり"さい"というものはある…
yahari “sai” to iu mono wa aru...
"there really are those who are 'different.'"
1
オイラ…"タコ"って言った気ィする…！
オイラ…"タコ"っていったきィする…！
OIRA...”TAKO” tte itta kiI suru...!
"I...just realized I said 'Octopus'"
2
ごめんなァでも気味悪ィとかそんなん考えてねーよ
ごめんなァでもきみわるィとかそんなん考えてねーよ
gomen naA demo kimi waruI to ka sonnan kangaetenee yo
"I'm sorry, I don't think that's creepy or anything!"
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この腕から蛸を連想するのは当然だ
このうでからたこをれんそうするのはとうぜんだ
kono ude kara tako wo rensou suru no wa touzen da
"It's natural to associate these arms with an octopus."
4
ヒーロー名テンタコルだし
ヒーローめいテンタコルだし
HIIROO mei TENTAKORU da shi
"My hero name is Tentacole."
(Note: The "tako" in TENTAKORU, Shouji's hero name, means "octopus.")
5
それに俺だって"敵っぽいヒーローランキング"とか下世話なもの見たりしてるし
それにおれだって"ヴィランっぽいヒーローランキング"とかげせわなものみたりしてるし
sore ni ore datte “VIRAN ppoi HIIROO RANKINGU” to ka gesewa na mono mitari shiteru shi
"And then even I watch the 'Villain-Like Heroes Rankings' and other vulgar things like that."
6
触れないで変に気を遣ってほしくない
ふれないでへんにきをつかってほしくない
furenaide hen ni ki wo tsukatte hoshikunai
"I don't want [people to] strangely fuss over [me] without touching on the subject,"
7
けれどこの"傷跡"と
けれどこの"きずあと"と
keredo kono “kizuato” to
"but these scars and"
8
"異形"は意味を強制する
"いぎょう"はいみをきょうせいする
“igyou” wa imi wo kyousei suru
"mutations would force the issue."
(Note: Contextually, he's saying "I don't want people to coddle or treat me differently while walking on eggshells about his scars and mutations, which cannot be ignored aka they're elephants in the room.)
9
だからマスクをしてる俺は"復讐者"と思われたくない
だからマスクをしてるおれは"ふくしゅうしゃ"とおもわれたくない
dakara MASUKU wo shiteru ore wa “fukushuusha” to omowaretakunai
"That's why I wear this mask, because I don't want people to think I'm [some sort of] avenger."
10
…強いのだな
…つよいのだな
...tsuyoi no da na
"...You're a strong one."
11
嫌なことは山ほどあったし忘れる事はない
いやなことはやまほどあったしわすれることはない
iya na koto wa yama hodo atta shi wasureru koto wa nai
"There's a mountain of terrible things that I'll never forget,"
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でも
demo
"but"
1
嫌な思い出を数えるより
いやなおもいでをかぞえるより
iya na omoide wo kazoeru yori
"rather than count the terrible memories,"
1
たった一つでも
たったひとつでも
tatta hitotsu demo
"even just one memory"
2
この姿で良かった思い出に
このすがたでよかったおもいでに
kono sugata de yokatta omoide ni
"[when I] was glad for this form--"
3
縋りたいんだ
すがりたいんだ
sugaritainda
"I want to cling to that."
4
"たった一つ"とかやめて…マジでえ！
"たったひとつ"とかやめて…マジでえ！
“tatta hitotsu” to ka yamete...MAJI dee!
"Stop with the ‘just one’ stuff...seriously!"
5
これからいっぱいつくろおよお！もぉお‼︎
kore kara ippai tsukuroo yoo! moo!!
"From here on, let's make a ton! Come on!!"
6
ぬくいの知ってるの
ぬくいのしってるの
nukui no shitteru no
"Do you know how warm you are?"
7
ぼくらとさぁ‼︎良い思い出をさぁー！
ぼくらとさぁ‼︎いいおもいでをさぁー！
bokura to saa!! ii omoide wo saaa!
"Come with us!! Make good memories!"
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ぬくいぬくいよぉ
nukui nukui yoo
"It's warm, so warm!"
1
うん
un
"Yeah."
2
100年以上続く柵を一世代でフラットにできるとは思わない
100ねんいじょうつづくフェンスをいちせだいでフラットにできるとはおもわない
100nen ijou tsudzuku FENSU wo ichi sedai de FURATTO ni dekiru to wa omowanai
"I don't think I can flatten a fence that's been around for 100 years in one generation."
3
だからこそ先人たちがそうしてきたように
だからこそせんじんたちがそうしてきたように
dakara koso senjin-tachi ga soushite kita you ni
"That's precisely why, just as my predecessors did,"
4
俺も紡いでいきたいんだ
おれもつむいでいきたいんだ
ore mo tsumui de ikitainda
"I want to build upon [their work]."
5
世界一かっこいいヒーローになって
せかいいちかっこいいヒーローになって
sekai ichi kakkoii HIIROO ni natte
I will become the world's coolest hero,
6
"次"に
"つぎ"に
“tsugi” ni
and to the next [generation]
7
良い思い出を
いいおもいでを
ii omoide wo
[give] good memoeries.
1
俺も迫害を受けてきた
おれもはくがいをうけてきた
ore mo hakugai wo ukete kita
"I, too, have suffered persecution."
2
俺たちを傷つけてきた者に正当性などない！
おれたちをきずつけてきたものにせいとうせいなどない！
ore-tachi wo kizu tsukete kita mono ni seitousei nado nai!
"Those who have hurt us have no legitimacy!"
3
でもやり方が違うだろう⁉︎
でもやりかたがちがうだろう⁉︎
demo yarikata ga chigau darou!?
"But will this method be any different!?"
4
異形は入れられないって…
いぎょうはいれられないって…
igyou wa irerarenai tte...
"They said mutants won't be admitted..."
5
何か所か避難所断られちゃってね
なんかしょかひなんじょことわられちゃってね
nan ka sho ka hinanjo kotowarare chatte ne
"I've been rejected by some shelters."
6
知ルか
しルか
shiRU ka
"Who cares?"
7
全部ブッ壊れロオ
ぜんぶブッこわれロオ
zenbu BUKkowareROO
"DEStroY everything!"
1
怒りの使い方を考えろ!!!考えられる筈だ‼︎
いかりのつかいかたをかんがえろ!!!かんがえられるはずだ‼︎
ikari no tsukaikata wo kangaero!!! kangaerareru hazu da!!
"Think about how to use your rage!!! You should be able to think [about it]!!"
2
だって俺たちには傷があるんだから‼︎
だっておれたちにはきずがあるんだから‼︎
datte ore-tachi ni wa kizu ga arunda kara!!
"Because we have the scars!!"
3
水に流せるならこうはなっていない‼︎
みずにながせるならこうはなっていない‼︎
mizu ni nagaseru nara kou wa natte inai!!
"If it can be flushed with water, it won't become like this!!"
4
具体性もない！所詮其方の望みを叫ぶだけ！
ぐたいせいもない！しょせんそなたのエゴをさけぶだけ！
gutaisei mo nai! shosen sonata no EGO (kanji: nozomi) wo sakebu dake!
"Nor do you give specifics! After all, you're just shouting your ego (read as: wishes)!"
5
青臭さに打たれる胸はとうにヒトにつぶされた!!!
あおくささにうたれるむねはとうにヒトにつぶされた!!!
aokusasa ni utareru mune wa tou ni HITO ni tsubusareta!!!
"My chest, struck by naivety, was crushed by people long ago!!!"
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障子くんを嗤うな…!!!
しょうじくんをわらうな…!!!
Shouji-kun wo warauna...!!!
"Don't ridicule Shouji-kun...!!!"
1
キモ
KIMO
"GROSS"
2
ああ
aa
"Yes."
3
これが俺だ
これがおれだ
kore ga ore da
"This is me."
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逆境を征け‼︎
ぎゃっきょうをゆけ‼︎
gyakkyou wo yuke!!
Conquer adversity!!
#my hero academia leak translations#bnha 371#mha 371#my hero academia manga spoilers#final showdown spoilers#precious bean shouji#i see why you left this backstory until now horikoshi#i don't think you could have been any louder#reached out his hand to save a drowning child from a creek eh?
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Now that it's all over, I feel almost shell-shocked by the mediocrity of Secret Invasion. The finale somehow managed to be even more underwhelming than the previous episodes, which is really something because the bar wasn't exactly high 🤦♀️
Fury deserved a tense, paranoia-filled mystery where he and the antagonist one-up each other in increasingly deadly twists and turns.
Instead, we got this.
The finale episode, barely over the half-hour runtime when you take away the credits, was more of the same.
The big fight was boring and contradicted Fury's speech - just last episode! - about not relying on superheroes to solve their problems. He relies on a Superskrull who's now basically a one woman Avenger instead 🙄
I doubt even the most casual and distracted viewer was surprised by the switcheroo.
The showdown at the hospital was small scale action and had no tension, dragging for no reason because the Sonya we have watched during the rest of the show would have just immediately shot Skrhodey to reveal the skrullness without wasting any precious time.
And then the US president triggered a massive alien-hunt and I guess we'll learn what's up with New Asgard somewhere else cause surely they haven't forgotten there's another alien enclave on the planet, right?
At the end little has truly changed. The Skrulls still don't have a home and they remain on Earth free to impersonate whoever they want, although now the humans all know it.
Fury is back on his space station where, rather than working to find a planet with Carol, he'll be working with his wife to broker a peace treaty so the Skrulls may regain their home planet.
Co-existence is still deemed impossible by our jaded protagonist but at least it seems like he'll be accepting his wife's true self.
Talos died saving the president who just made his dream to conquer the humans' hearts and minds through valor and service even harder to achieve. His daughter will now replicate with Sonya the arrangement he had with Fury, only with more pragmatism and fewer illusions on the nature of their rapport. Not friends, but people who will use each other for their own goals. Yay.
Hill's fridging remains as infuriating as ever.
And it looks like Rhodey might have been swapped all the way back during or shortly after Civil War, because that's not a narrative can of worms at all 🙄
Seriously, what a letdown 😞
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