TRAIN TO BUSAN????!!!!!! its literally the most perfect zombie movie EVER

YEAH. god...yeah.

I finished it like 3 minutes ago and I've just been sitting in utter shock for that entire time like. holy fucking shit. holy FUCKING shit. that was the most stressful 2 hours of my entire LIFE.

also . I can't think of any other zombie movie where the characters actually like. tried to help each other. usually it's every man for himself but there were so many times when people held doors open just a half second longer, or they helped others get up, or they used their own bodies as a wall so a larger number of people could escape. and like that shit made me tear up almost as much as all the death scenes because it's all about the HUMANITY of it all!!!!!!! instead of abandoning the pregnant woman and the elderly woman and the little kid, the entire group fought like hell to keep everyone alive, not just the young strong people. and the fact that the pregnant woman and the kid were the only ones to survive speaks VOLUMES because they wouldn't have made it that far if everyone was like that businessman guy who could only think of himself. in fact, if everyone on the train was only trying to save themselves, I'd bet that nobody would have made it out alive.

I'm just. g o d. I can't even form coherent thoughts right now because I just kept getting bowled over by little moments of humanity even in the face of all that shit. and my entire brain is reduced to soup but I mean that in the best way possible because that was probably the best zombie movie I've ever seen in my life

How does he stand, how does he speak? / How does he say these words to me? / Devil go and let me be!

[one last gawain for @mortiscausa’s ’march to camelot,’ for the prompt ‘grudge’]

⟢ highlight of the hour: flex x cop [12/16] ⟣

well-deserved

These shots are so vital and important to Ricky’s story. Last year on opening night of HSM he saw his parents hugging and thought they were getting back together, that nothing was actually changing. He was so desperate for that, so naïve, grasping for any sign of hope. So when that was the furthest thing from the truth it ended up breaking him. Sending him down a path of self destructive tendencies that hurt not only him but the people around him. But now he sees them hugging knows they are not back together and is so at peace with it because of his growth and because he can accept change now and it can't break him not like it used to, and all of that is due to the way loving Gina changed him. Showed him how you can fall in real deep love with someone and it can change your whole view of the world and of love and of relationships.

A FOOTNOTE WILL DO - Shiftingfics on ao3

Mike wheeler has to face the facts. Despite Vecna's curse killing victims in Hawkins one by one, he finds himself in California, Lenora, only to find a complex situation with Will. This day is one that will change everything....

A canon compliant fic that starts in season 4 of stranger things and follows both Mike and Will's prospectives from Lenora all the way to a destroyed, apocalyptic Hawkins after the four gates of those victims collided.

The story is split in two parts:

Part one: The best spring break ever

After the terrible shooting, and Will thinking everything was his fault, Mike tries to approach him, even try to get a word from him. But will doesn't talk- he won't talk. He's mad at himself for everything.

All changes when Mike spits out that one lie he never meant. A lie that stigmatized Will for ages.

Part two: This is the end(?)

A year later. There was an attack on Halloween - called the crawl- that forces both mike and will to come closer to each other after drifting away for a long while. The Hawkins crew now has to protect their hometown from demo creatures by completing night shifts out in the wild, specifically by checking areas that are abandoned and in a non-quarantined zone. Little did they know that in one of them affected Will in a way that can't be deceived. Little did they know that this shift would change everything not even four days later.

The finished story contains 29 chapters and about 120k words. Hope you enjoy <3

Little things in the Octopath 2 epilogue that made me smile :D (in no particular order):

(put under read more for extra spoiler protection!)

Ort trying to talk to Temenos but Temenos is totally zoning out, only leaving his head when you pick him up for the performance and he just leaves Ort behind

Throné being found on the same rooftop that she frequented in her first chapter

Osvald and Elena being together and Elena declaring that she's going to find a present for him before the performance

Posters of Agnea being all over New Delsta where Dolcinea's posters once were

Dolcinea dancing for a massive audience with Laila beside her and Veronica on the tambourine, while Platt and his wife watch and marvel at how Dolcinea and Laila have grown

Giselle's Traveling Troupe trying to persuade Juvah to join them

The fact that Ochette insisted on dragging Juvah to the celebration

Juvah and Cohazeh being beside each other when they were once enemies

The same as the last point but with Papp and Roque

Shirlutto making jerky for Pom and being surprised by how happy he is while eating

Rai rushing on horseback to the performance bcus she refuses to break her promise and be late

Zeto trying to flirt with Alpione but the best pickup line he can come up with is an awkward stammered "You have beautiful muscles" (which Alpione actually has a positive reaction to)

Garud hoping that Cuani is watching from the afterlife bcus their little girl's a superstar now

Mahina and Juvah get their own chairs at the performance (presumably Akala would too but I didn't pick him lol)

Agnea's words before her performance being the same as the words in the trailer ("The places you go, the deeds you do, the tales whose hero you've yet to become," etc)

The camera zooming out during Agnea's speech and you can see all of the friends you've made along your journey sitting in the audience

The ending card itself

okeydoke as I have not had much energy for working on stuff lately (but lots of motivation) I'm not gonna do proper NaNo with a wordcount or anything, BUT I am gonna make it a goal to get some amount of work done on a writing project every day (at least until I go away on the 24th). Main priority blaseball projects are, in no particular order:

Fic about the ending

Abner fic

Simon's Quest

secret fic(s) :)

get the Talkers exchange set up

Aside from that, I've been poking at more non-blaseball stuff, which is a good excuse for me to plug my writing blog @cyndakip! All my fics get posted there, so if you're interested in my writing beyond just blaseball (especially if you like pokemon), I recommend following me there, since I don't post non-blaseball fics here.

Day 8 in NY: The Play That Goes Wrong!!! aka our last show

The thing is they’re all exactly who their dad told them they were. It was a prophecy and by fighting against it, they fulfilled it.

my name is wilbur soot, king of kings

Bruh, they're making a fourth Kung Fu Panda movie???

bruh they are making a fourth kung fu panda movie.

do you ever sit and think about how furudate accomplished what every shonen writer wishes they had accomplished

okay i finally watched Hannah Gadsby's "something special" show omg that was awesome

Ayyyy a few weeks ago I matched & chatted with an old childhood friend on bumble & they said we should hang out when I was free, but my schedule was quite busy- so a few days ago I was like “hey I have way more free time coming up if you still wanted to!” & they didn’t respond so I figured That Was All to that story. But!!! They messaged back today inviting me on a beach day hang!!!

‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead. 'She cares about 'em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant. Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again…. We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!' Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words. 'The…soul…and…CENTER!’ Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling. 'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!' She sniffed. 'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy, people is hard.’ She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again. 'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.

--Terry Pratchett, "A Hat Full of Sky"

thinkin' of coriolanus and his insane breeding n ownership kink...

Coriolanus Snow loves ownership.

It's disgusting but he sees you as his pretty little thing that he needs to protect and keep safe. Your body and soul belongs to him and your all his to take care of and to ravish.

Late at night in the comfort of your plush duvet, in your families penthouse suite with adornments worth more than the snow's apartments, Coryo sneaks into your bed. Pressing your body against him, drawing out moans and gasps from your lips. You mewl under his touch and writing in pain and pleasure as his hands dip between your folds to stretch you out.

The last thing Coriolanus wants is his pet to get hurt.

His thumb fervently circles your clit, opening your thighs even further as the boy slips in another finger. He watches your face contort into emotions of pain and pleasure drawing another orgasm out of your, "Your so precious, c'mon give me one more."

And one turns to 2 more and turns to 5 until Coryo finally decides you deserve to get fucked.

It's a privilege, to have his dick inside you, he expects you to be begging and desperate. He berates you, watching you beg like a common whore but in the end you get what you want. In the dead of night with your parents in another room- none the wiser- he takes you, ruining you, for any other man. In his eyes you belong to him and no one can take you from him.

Your moans echo in the walls and skin slap together as Coryo has you bent, with your knees hooked over his shoulders and his dick pounding into you unforgivingly.

The angle reaches all the right spots, all the places your fingers counldn't reach, essentially making it so you can't even cum without him helping you- which was of course what he wanted.

You we be so desperate that you would end up calling Coryo. at the dead of night, crying over the phone at how much you needed him to take care of you, how your "hands didn't feel as good as his" or how you "needed him.' And that's all he needed to here before rushing to your place.

Every single time without fail Coryo would hope you would get pregnant.

He knows it's stupid- your far to young for kids and in reality Coryo would be a horrible dad. But the idea of you, his precious thing, so full and round with his kid.

How vulnerable you would be and how he would protect you, keep you stuck at home, making you play the eager housewife whilst he could come home from some high paying job- able to take care of you three.

Sometimes his mind disgusted him.

One time he thought of some lowlife from the higher districts, 10, 11, 12 even, finding you, perhaps he was a tribute, no matter how- but he thought how the man would try to hurt you and how he could fight him off. How he would hit the man, watch the fear in his eyes as he took his life, keeping you safe.

He swears he never came harder that night. Filling you up and your screamed into a pillow.

Coriolanus Snow loves ownership. And he specifically loves owning you.

ik coryo seems like kinda an ass in this but i wanted to make smth that as kinda more true to how evil he rlly was- dw tho imma make smth thats a lil more nice n delusional 😭