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entertext · 2 days

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HGSN 27-3

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

Waiter: Your Tropical Hawaiian Pancakes ~Served with the Sea Breeze~

Waiter: And your Tropical Parfait, sirs

Tanaka: Thank you

Hikaru: ...Thanks

Tanaka: Mm

(sfx: creak)

Tanaka: Well, please think it over carefully

Tanaka: I'm also just going to do what needs to be done

(sfx: rattle rattle)

(sfx: ka-thunk ga-thunk)

Yoshiki: (There's no such thing as Nounuki-sama)

Yoshiki: (Then what did Hikaru even die for?)

Yoshiki: (What is 'Hikaru' anyway?)

Yoshiki: (What have I been doing all this for...)

Hikaru: Today sure was a lot, huh? ... What should we do tomorrow...?

(sfx: ka-thunk ga-thunk)

Yoshiki: ...I'm so glad

(sfx: ka-thunk ga-thunk)

Yoshiki: I'm so glad you didn't have to go back to the mountain...

(Hikaru: The monster will go away...)

(Hikaru: Happily ever after.)

(Hikaru: That's for the best.)

Yoshiki: (I'm a monster too)

Yoshiki: (I can't find a place to belong in this cramped world)

Yoshiki: (It's always been hard to breathe)

Yoshiki: (and I've kept myself hidden away)

Yoshiki: (That's why I want him to be saved)

Yoshiki: (Because when I'm with you, I'm saved too)

Yoshiki: (In the end, its just ego)

Yoshiki: (I've said it was for 'Hikaru''s sake, for the village's sake, desperate to shift responsibility...)

Yoshiki: (But in the end, it was all just for me, wasn't it?)

(Yoshiki: You don't need to turn into a human or anything )

Yoshiki: (I went and said something like that...but in the end I'm still seeing him as a human)

Yoshiki: ('Hikaru' and I aren't the same at all)

Yoshiki: (No matter what, he's a real monster that's murdered people, a dangerous existence...)

Yoshiki: (That's why he tried to go back to the mountain)

Yoshiki: (The choice 'Hikaru' made wasn't wrong at all)

Yoshiki: (And yet, I...!)

Yoshiki:

(Because I don't want to be apart from him

Because I don't want to be alone

Because to me, 'Hikaru' is my salvation

Even if anyone else gets hurt

Because 'Hikaru' is important to me

The truth is I might not care what happens to anyone else

Am I maybe still seeing Hikaru in him?

I'm the one treating people's lives too lightly)

Yoshiki: I'm a self-centered asshole...

(sfx: slump)

Hikaru: Huh?

Yoshiki: I've been saying it's for the village or for you

Yoshiki: But it was all...just to serve my ego...

Next part: 2024/06/04 (next week)

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Hikaru: Whoa, he suddenly started crying (LOL)

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn spoilers

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jakes3resin · 2 days

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I know I promised Blonde Bucky soon, but can I interest anyone in Hallucination Bucky instead?

It's the jacket.

Bucky loved that stupid, awful, never clean monstrosity. Once it had be a pale cream, Gale's sure. Time and Bucky's usual ability to take care of himself and his things had quickly seen that the cream yellowed.

Buck had hated it. Gale still hates it.

"C'mon Buck," A familiar voice. "It's not that bad. You just have no eye for style."

Gale twitches towards the voice before he can stop himself. It's old habit, one that refuses to die.

"Jack took good care of it, don't you think? Even managed to get the worst of the staining out." Hands stretch out into Gale's line of sight reaching for his own. A flash of a sleeve. Gale turns his head. A sigh into his left ear. "Buck, please I'm sorry, okay? I know its hard, but I'm trying."

Gale shakes his head. He keeps his eyes on the horizon. Ken's leading his boys through a few repairs. Beyond him, pilots run training flights. Beyond them, Gale can't see but imagines a world holding it's breath. But perhaps he's just projecting.

"I should have been with you." The voice is mournful this time, a contrast to its usual vibrancy but one Gale has heard frequently the last few months. "Buck, please."

Gale turns a page in his book. He's heard this pleading before. There's nothing to forgive. He was never left behind.

"Buck, I'm sorry. Please, I shouldn't have gone to London. Forgive me?"

"Major Cleven?" A lieutenant Gale doesn't recognize walks up to him, not that Gale recognizes most of the men on base nowadays. They're all so new, and none of them let him forget the people they replaced. He stands just enough to Gale's left that he has to turn his head back. He keeps his eyes on the lieutenant.

"Apologies for interupting. I was sent to bring you to a briefing with Kidd."

"Not interupting a thing." Gale can hear the huff from the other, knows that if he turned his head just a degree he'd see hands on hips and rolled eyes. A yellow jacket that he hates. He slowly shuts his book not caring enough to mark the page. He hadn't read a word of it anyway.

"Not a problem," Gale lets the lieutenant guide him as if it was he that was new to Thorpe Abbotts. "Is this about the ceasefire?"

"I'm not sure, sir." The lieutenant won't meet his eye.

"It's gotta be!" Gale pretends the stutter in his step is the uneven gravel under his feet not the voice in his ear. "Jack better let you back in the air, I'm not missing this!"

"Here you are Major," The lieutenant's farewell is professional and respectful, Gale's is lackluster.

Jack's waiting for him. Gale can't look at him without remembering.

"Bucky would want you to have this."

The memory hits him like punch to the gut. He breathes out, air rattling around in a harsh burst he refuses to call a grunt. Jack doesn't notice, or if he does, he's good enough to not mention it.

"I've got you scheduled for a couple training flights starting tomorrow." Jack picks up a few different documents glancing through each before replacing them. He lists of a few times that Gale quietly memorizes. Jack won't meet Gale’s eye.

"Any word on the Germans?" Gale sees a hand reach out to tug a discarded document closer. A familiar sleeve comes into view, sheepskin ragged and dirty. He rips his eyes away.

"Not yet," Jack finally looks at Gale. "Smokey said you're good to go."

It's not a question, but Gale answers like it is.

"He did."

"Fit as a fiddle, though I still think he needs to gain a few more pounds."

Gale leans over the table too used to this chatter now. The documents Jack had been looking over are supply lists. The one tugged to the edge of the desk lists incoming flights from Paris.

"When would we go up?" Gale shudders as a familiar weight settles next to him intently reading the lists as well. Gale inches away.

"As soon as we get everyone trained up." Jack pulls out a map for Gale to look at. "Waiting for a few more shipments from the ports as well, but they'll be here before you're in the air tomorrow. All goes well, we'll be ready in a few days."

"Good," Gale pulls away. The voice to his side stays silent, but Gale doesn't look. It'll only makes things worse he's learned.

"That's all. Rosie will grab you tomorrow, so don't worry about anything else."

Gale nods taking the unspoken dismissal. Turning, his eyes jump to his left unbidden as someone drops something, instincts screaming at him to find the threat. An old yellow jacket fills his vision.

"How about some dinner Buck?" A bright grin graces familiar lips. "I'm sure the chow here will beat anything the Germans can make."

The idea of food turns his stomach, but he knows he needs to eat. Others will notice if he skips dinner, and he doesn't want his health called into question. He looks away.

"See you at dinner?" Gale turns back to Jack. The other's eyes watch him.

"Sure Buck," Jack puts down his papers. "Let's walk over now. You wouldn't believe the lines these days."

"That a fact?"

Jack falls into step at his right side Gale notices. A hand grips his left shoulder.

"Good job Buck." The touch fades away. A weight settles over his chest.

Dinner is a quiet affair. Rosie and Crosby join them, but no one seems to be in a jovial or talking mood. They're all so tired that a quiet farewell is the most any of them talk.

It's the silence Gale hates most, after that jacket, of course. He darts a look to his left, but he finds only Rosie, who meets his gaze with a small smile that Gale tries to return. He's not sure how he manages.

Gale avoids his bunk after dinner. Night has finally grabbed hold of the base, but he keeps away from his bed, from his trunk. From the trunk not his own under his bed gathering dust. He thinks of the jacket locked away there, unable to be returned to its rightful owner. He knows what awaits him there and turns away when the others head towards their quarters. He'll sleep another time.

The hardstands are quiet. No one's out wandering like him. The crews have been working all day to get the planes ready, and Gale's sure they're all glad to be prepping these planes for mercy rather than war.

Still, the silence unnerves him.

"Buck," A faint whisper in his ear. A hand clutching at his left shoulder. The sleeve of a jacket he knows in his peripheries. Gale shudders out his next breathe as tears prick at his eyes.

It's not John. He knows that. He's spent days telling himself to look away, to pretend he can't hear anything. Because he knows John is still somewhere in Germany. John is with the men. John is fine.

He's held tight to that mantra these last few days. Whispered it to himself at night when he can't sleep, in the morning when he wakes from nightmares, and the moments in between. John is with the men. John is fine. John isn't next to him, Gale knows this. John isn't kneeling down gently taking Gale's cold hands in his warm ones.

Because he knows that John wouldn't smile at him the way he is now. Gale wouldn't deserve it.

He can't remember slumping to the ground, but he'll remember the sad smile he receives forever. Blue eyes pinched but still so clear as they stare at him. Full cheeks so different from the ones Gale last saw. Tears fall down his own cheeks as he remembers how John started to fade away during those long winter months. His frame thinner each day, but here there's no trace of hunger. It's just him. Just a familiar smile and an old jacket Gale used to hate. An old jacket he can't bear to look at.

"I don't blame you." The words fall into his ears even as Gale shakes his head. They won't stop. "I wanted you out of there more than I wanted to get out. I swear it Buck."

"I can't." Gale sobs out. He tries to breathe, but his tears take precedence. "You should be here. Not me."

"No!"

Hands reach up wiping away his tears. Gale wonders how something so warm could exist when he's so cold, as if the sun had burrowed into one man's very being as winter burrowed into his.

"You deserve it Buck!" Gale shakes his head, but the voice repeats, firmer this time. "You deserve it Buck. If you can't believe it, I'll believe enough for both of us."

"I should have made you go first." Gale says. Tears slip from his eyes. The dam he's been holding back for so long finally broken. "I should have chosen a better time. If I'd just-!"

"You can't control everything Buck." Said with such a sad smile, Gale wants to scream.

"I could have been shot by that guard. Or I could have been the one killed in those woods." The words shock Gale to his core. "If you let me go ahead of you or you changed the order, anything could have happened. None of it in your control."

Calloused hands wipe away his tears. Gale shudders out his next breathe.

"I forgive you Gale."

"No," Gale rasps out. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't right. He doesn't deserve this. "You can't."

"I forgive you for going before me." Another tear wiped away.

"I forgive you for not looking back." A hand cups his cheek.

"I forgive you for making it out of there." A kiss placed on his cheek just on his scar.

"I forgive you for leaving me behind." A forehead pressed against his own.

"I forgive you Gale Winston Cleven."

Gale sobs. An old off cream jacket settles over his shoulders. He swears he can still feel the warmth of its owner. He hates it.

"I forgive you."

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #buckbucky #gale cleven #john egan #bucky egan #buck cleven #mota fic #hallucination bucky #my writing

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the fake date plot | part. 8

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Warning for this chapter: smut

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Chapter List)

Heads turned when you and James walked into the Great Hall laughing as you held a bunch of stuff and he held ten times more in his arms than you did. It took a lot of convincing you but James Potter had money and liked to spend it. Your ideas of currency were very different and to him all this money was like spending only five galleons. So you let him get a bunch of stuff for your birthday.

James was pleased with himself. Giving gifts to people made him feel so good inside. He hated receiving a bunch of them though, probably because he could have whatever he wanted without question. When you reached the table you set down everything and started laughing as you took the stuff from James so he could sit down as well.

“Can you believe we both forgot our wands and we were already at Hogsmeade?”

“That’s a lot of stuff,” Sirius said.

“Yeah. I couldn’t get this one to stop so I now have a bunch of stuff. Thank Merlin I need it though.”

Lily cleared her throat. “Are you coming to the party tonight? I mean it’s your birthday after all.”

“I’m coming. No point in staying in my bed alone just because it’s my birthday.” You turned to look at James, pointing at him. “I do not need a new outfit.”

He held his hands up in surrender, claiming that he wasn’t even thinking about making or buying you an outfit. For the rest of Saturday until the party, you didn’t see James at all. He and Sirius were leading quidditch drills in preparation for their upcoming game. Remus and Peter looked up when you entered their dorm. They were getting used to you just showing up. Remus was about to go back to looking at his scrapbooking project when you shoved an invitation in his face.

“To Sir Peter and Sir Remus, the girls of dorm room nine would like to invite you to our getting ready event.”

“Do you do this often?”

You nodded. “Life’s more fun this way.”

Without any hesitation, the two agreed to come with you. The girls’ dorm was arranged like theirs. But the decorations threw them for a loop. Bubbles, music, and a very sweet scent colored the air. When the marauders got ready for a party, the most they’d do is play music. This was basically a whole new world. They were pushed into fancy skincare and a scalding shower with water from the depths of hell.

“Remus, how is your hair dry already? I wish I had your porosity.”

“My what?”

Mary laughed. “Porosity. It’s just your hair type, never mind. Are we all ready to go?”

Your rather large group took your time heading down to the Slytherin dungeons. Even though you guys didn’t get along very well, Gryffindors and Slytherins were always invited to each other’s parties. The bass of the music could be heard from outside the common room. You couldn’t help but laugh at Regulus and Sirius already bickering, both with an empty cup in their hands. They had started making up but obviously it took some time and they were still brothers after all. Friendly bickering was in their dna.

You spotted James on the couch… talking to Xeno. Taking in a deep breath, you went over anyway. Your boyfriend turned his head first, smiling as you came over. The blond boy next to him was slightly stunned. You wanted to adjust but chose not to. The literal climax of your plan was happening tonight and you still wanted it to feel as real as possible. James looked good sitting on the couch and everyone noticed as they snuck glances while doing their own thing. It was the color of a shirt peeking out under the rolled up sleeves of his quidditch jumper and the rips in his jeans. He has to do it on purpose and is aware of what he looks like.

James extended an arm and his hand fell on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Hi, bug.”

You sat on his lap and laid your head on his shoulder trying to ignore the piercing eyes from the boy you actually cared about. But you had to. Looking desperate for Xeno wasn’t the way to win him. James wrapped his arms around you while you held his drink for him, not bothering with getting one for yourself.

“What up?”

“Tired,” you said with a sigh.

“You just got here.”

That seemed to draw the attention of all your friends who were hoping you wouldn’t leave. Even if you were all doing your own thing separately, everyone still needed to be there. James covered your body as you wiggled around trying to get comfortable. Without a second thought, you pulled down the sleeves of his quidditch jumper. He laughed as he realized what you wanted.

“I know but I was up really late and I kind of have a headache now.”

“You do?” James asked in earnest.

“A bit.”

“You don’t have to stay. We can cancel all our plans tonight if you want to get some rest.”

The tone of James’ voice made you look up at him. There was no playfulness in his eyes. He was very serious about everything. You gave him a smile.

“I don’t want to cancel our plans. I’ll just take a nap here and then I’ll feel better.”

“Okay. Accio, headphones.”

James handed them to you. Music was already playing, at a very quiet volume, when you put them on. You figured they must have been connected to an enchanted music player. Adjusting yourself once more, you leaned back against your boyfriend with a smile and closed your eyes. Your friends swooned as you did so. In the middle of a loud and hectic scene, you were peaceful.

James observed his talk with Xeno, trying not to be suspicious. Every so often, he would cast his eyes down to your sleeping form. He was still interested. He wouldn’t keep looking at you if he didn’t care at all.

“Alright guys, I’ll see you back at Gryf,” James said as he got up and picked you up again. “I’m getting my lady to a bed and then we can keep the party going.”

Since the younger kids were coming back to Slytherin from Hogsmeade to start their Halloween party, the older students were going to move to Gryffindor in about twenty minutes. They waved their goodbyes to James and promised to find him right away when the party moved upstairs.

You woke up as James entered the common room and started towards the stairs back to his dorm.

“Why do we always end up like this?”

James looked down. “Hello, bug, how was your nap?”

“Delightful. And I’m now very excited.”

“Excited?”

“Yes.”

James wore a goofy grin as the two of you went inside the dorm. The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth and freshened up. Your favorite songs played while you shaved and James trimmed all his body hair low. You moved to the room without thinking. You both sat in the middle of his bed, now with an awkward silence.

“Should we lay down and just let it happen naturally? No one else uses this enchanted muggle projector so the professor just lets us keep it. There are a good amount of movies here.”

“Okay.”

You and him got comfortable on the bed, cuddling ever so slightly. James’ left hand sat just under your breast as his thumb gently caressed what was beneath it. Your hand snaked down his body and took an experimental squeeze of his pants.

The movie went on without more touches until halfway through. You stiffened up before relaxing at the fingers going under the waistband of your panties. He turned your head to look at him. James watched with lust in his eyes as he watched his fingers pleasure you. It was all of five seconds before your lips crashed onto each other and you moved to the edge of the bed.

Nearly all of the sixth and seventh and dreaded eighth years moved up to the party in Gryffindor. Not seeing James right away, the others decided to go looking. Remus squeaked and everyone else peeked into the crack in the door. James’ hands squeezed your ass before moving slowly up your body until they were underneath the jumper he made you, fingers trying to undo your bra. You both laughed as he struggled a bit. Eventually, the bra was off, leaving you in just your panties and sweater.

“They’re looking. How long do you think before they close the door?” James whispered against your lips.

“I give it two more minutes. Is it just the marauders?”

“I can see Dorcas, Lily, and Xeno’s friends. The plan is going swimmingly.” He leaned back, not caring that the others could hear. “Hey, you know we don’t have to do this. It’s okay.”

You leaned back and that made James move his hands from under your jumper.

“Bug, I’m serious. I will not have sex with you unless you’re one hundred percent sure.”

“I want to. I’m just nervous.”

James chuckled. “Hey, I’m nervous too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Do you not believe me?”

“You always seem so sure of yourself.”

“Being sure of school or quidditch is a lot different from romance or sex. Let’s take it slow, okay?”

“Okay… Can I take your shirt off?”

“Yeah, love. Can I take off yours?”

You nodded. The door slammed followed by someone yelling sorry the moment James started lifting the hem of your sweater. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh. Reassuring James now that everyone was gone that you actually did want this, you continued feeling up and down each other’s upper body. He groped at your boobs, running a thumb over your nipples.

“These are gorgeous.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious. So fuckin gorgeous.”

“James,” you moaned as he took one in his mouth.

“Can I fuck you, love?”

“Absolutely.”

You scurried up onto the bed in the most undignified fashion, making James laugh. He followed suit. James groaned as he started to sink into you, pausing when your nails dug into his skin. “Are you okay?”

“It’s just hurts a bit.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Keep going.”

He went slower, kissing you as he did to try and distract you. When he sunk in all the way, he checked in on you again. James waited for you to open your eyes.

“We good?”

“Yeah, please move.”

Your mouth dropped open as James started pumping. He smiled in satisfaction that you were feeling just as good as him. Maybe he knew what he was doing, just a little. You whimpered his name a little as you grabbed at his biceps.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So warm and fit me just right.”

He also felt warm inside you. He shouted your name before finishing inside you. The sheets stuck to your naked and sweaty bodies as you both tried to come down for your highs. James pulled you closer until you were on top of him.

“That was amazing. I’m really glad we chose to do it with each other.”

You pecked him on the lips. “I really enjoyed it… We should probably put on clothes before everyone comes in.”

“We probably should. They’ll still be in your dorm. Do you want to join them after?”

You nodded your head as you got off the bed, James staring at your naked body. He grabbed your hand and pulled himself out of the sheets. The two of you stood side by side, comfortably naked, as you brushed your teeth and washed your face before getting in the shower together. James added a warming spell to the pile of freshly done laundry so you could have your pick of warm clothes.

“Is it bad that I want to just stay here? Round two maybe.” James’ words were muffled as he put on a t-shirt and a jumper.

You laughed. “Plenty of time for that later, pretty boy. Let’s go see our friends.”

(part 9)

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presidentofthelipglossclub · 2 days

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shoutout to woodrow burns. objectively hilarious guy that we absolutely need to talk more about!!

like. this guy is apparently interesting enough to have been talked about by optimus repeatedly (also they r canon friends), has traveled literally all over the world, has so many careers that his own family doesn't know what he does, can actually just. speak to animals?? and SO MUCH MORE. this guy is like such good blorbo material he's just in so little of the show.

i mean seriously he found out about the rescue bots because he was so boyfailure everyone felt bad for him and they just told him. optimus was there and everything and he was like "yeah sure this guy needs a win. tell him about aliens" and then they did!!

also super cool that woodrow is shown to be the most actively interested in cybertronian culture. he's constantly asking questions about who they are and what they can do, and it seems like the rescue bots actually enjoy that and like to tell him. v cute!!!

he has a lot of autistic/adhd swag also. like out of the humans i think he's the most neurodivergent coded. the show goes out of its way to emphasize his quirks and interests, and how he really just travels from one pet project to another. very reminiscent of a lot of irl neurodivergent people i know who have their ideal life as being free to work on whatever they like whenever they like, and being able to do a lot of different jobs during their life (pls sir teach me ur ways).

anyway woodrow burns is very slay and he's canonically bffs with optimus prime so u KNOW he gets mad bitches or whatever.

#rescue bots #tfrb #transformers rescue bots #tfrb woodrow #woodrow burns #tfrb optimus #tfrb optimus prime #tf rescue bots

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chiropteracupola · 2 months

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granby + iskierka + keynes

#em draws stuff #em is posting about temeraire #temeraire #iskierka #john granby #doctor keynes #<- I do not know if keynes ever gets a first name so This Shall Do for tagging purposes for the present moment #speaking of which. my logic here is that granby is always getting whopped upside the head and stabbed and shot and dropped from high places #and therefore I think he should maybe cultivate his relationship with his crew's surgeon. because he is going to Need to.#keynes now. My Friend Keynes. I reallyreally would like to know More About Him and how exactly someone ends up as an aerial corps SURGEON #what is UP with this man I would like to KNOW about him #I would like to write fic even maybe. Hello Sir. Your Backstory?#designwise he ended up looking like patrick gallagher who you may be aware of for his role as awkward davies masterandcommander #which was not entirely intentional but I did end up leaning into it as I went on with the drawing.#he looks a lot like many people's version of tharkay here... I should make an effort for distinguishing them by drawing More Tharkays.#either way. keynes and gong su my favorite tem characters I don't really see anyone drawing. my underappreciated blorbos...#(this is maybe because I'm only on book 3 but) keynes is certainly on page a deal more than certain fellows I could name #anyWay. we are slowly creeping up to drawing BigLarge Iskierka but not all the way there yet. Stay Tuned.

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asleepinawell · 2 years

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Zenos making things Weird™

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxivedit #zenos yae galvus #gamingedit #myedit #mp #i am very much not a zenos stan/simp #hated his dumb golf bag wielding face the moment he showed up #however this scene made me go from hating him to still hating him but finding him highly entertaining #voice actor really just went for it #i was laughing the whole time #like wow zenos wtf my dude #and my poor wol standing there like sir this is a wendys #the garleans need to start carrying folding chairs to hand out when they start monloguing my boy is TIRED #anyway kudos to square for this dialogue they didn't have to write it like that but they did and I think that's neat #zenos being normal saga #<- tag for the full series of gif sets as i make them

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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He wants to take your order and probably only yours

Hi yes I’ll like a Cater- sorry a cater- sorry a diamond- a cater- c- ca- ca- ca- cater-

I’M SO SORRY ARE YOU ON THE MENU??? NO SORRY CATER- SORRY CATER- SORRY CATER????

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statementlou · 8 months

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In the article that came out this morning about Andrew Cushin's album, Pete Doherty was quoted being defensive about his decision to collaborate with Louis, saying, “Look at some of the great labels, look at The Sex Pistols with Malcolm McLaren getting together with Richard Branson. Over the years, labels’ main aim was to be a springboard for their artists to get as many people to hear the music they believe in. Whatever that takes – if that means having a major label take you up the alley for five minutes I will do that for my artists any day of the week.” Initially this just pissed me off (and it still does) but the more I thought about the more fascinating it is actually. There's never been any question that 78 Productions' role in co-releasing Andrew Cushin's album is primarily financial, and I'd say this confirms that, but he's saying more than that; he's saying that Louis and his label, that has never had a single release before now, offer more than just cash, that it is on par with Virgin Records in its infancy because of the position and reach Louis has in the industry... and he can be as sour as he wants about it, that's a hell of an admission and not a position you just automatically hold by being a former boyband member. We already know this but that doesn't mean I don't love it when people say it out loud!

#awwwww did it hurt? when you had to admit that a former boyband member half your age had connections you needed?#I finally listened to the album and goddammit I actually like it #I didn't like Andrew's stuff previously (or his live show); but once again I gotta hand it to Louis and his ear he was fucking right #he just needed some production and polish and I guess I do get it now #and I do really see how the lyrics are right up Louis' street #all of which is irritating cause I still don't like him as a dude but to be fair he's no worse than tons of other musicians I listen to #its just that unlike them he's come closer to home and I'm forced to Know things about him #anyway #blah blah blah #louis songwriting #louis promo #(its the closest tags I have leave me alone)#but I should have a better one no time like the present:#louis business #he was always the boss #is he also positioning himself as malcolm mclaren cause sir one- you aren't and two- would you WANT to be?? for gods sake!#at least be vivienne westwood!

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fish-boy-ardee · 10 months

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Kazui Mukuhara is Gay - Milgram Theory

Firstly, before I start 2nd Trial voice drama translations from @onigiriico https://www.tumblr.com/onigiriico/723866431247220736/kazui-audio-drama-t2-english-tl

So! Cat is out and the gay Kazui theory has very quickly become something I thought was a meme to being something I believe fully in. I wanna go through each piece of evidence and point in the theory in the most thorough manner I can. But for people who don't wanna read this long ass post.

TL;DR: Kazui's 2nd MV uses a lot of imagery that depicts him as an odd one out and shows him ripping apart a white dove, a common symbol at marriages. His voice drama implies he has been lying about himself and stopped lying which his wife to killed herself in response. His acting motif from his first video makes it appear he was acting in his marriage out of obligation for heteronormativity.

Now. The meat.

The Apples. These are a constant in Kazui's videos. In trial one we saw the green apple to represent Kazui and a red apple for his wife, with the red one shattering when she died. However what cat does is put that into perspective. Preceding the shot on the right we see Kazui's marriage and all the people who attended, drawing parallels immediately.

In half we see Kazui represented as a green apple, or sour apple. But in Cat we see that red and green disparity, painting him as an odd one out. He is different from everyone there and is trying to fit into that crowd. Every mask he puts on is an attempt to blend more into that norm and not be an odd one out in society. What do we see Kazui as in his own reflection in Cat? A sour apple, the odd one out.

"Let's Keep it Simple" Or Societal Norms One of the biggest aspects of Kazui is his relation to acting, stage magic in this video and stage acting in the first one. Both are used to imply forms of lying on his part but what those lies were about are still a bit unclear however we can assume things.

Everyone at Kazui's marriage are paired up (minus the middle guy but we will get to that). @ older people, 2 younger people on the left and then even the background characters can be made into groups of two. This is also at his wedding meaning these are the people Kazui is most likely closest to, everyone around him pairing off can push people into marriages out of pressure of those around them. Not to mention Kazui's age, being born at a time where not pairing off would be seen as odd is another push.

Additionally the line "Victim and Perpetrator" in the MV is set up to play into expectations of marriages and cheating. The man is the perpetrator of the affair the the wife is the victim stereotypical. Based on where the text is it could imply either line is talking about who the text is covering or who is shown at the time. BOTH wife and husband here are both victim and verpetrator in this scenario, both are pushed into a pressured relationship and both push the other into it.

That Damn Bar(tender) aka the long section The bar from Kazui's first video has appeared in every one of his MVs. It's a pretty pivotal location in his life since we know the MVs take from the prisoners mind directly implying locations that show up in great detail have been very relevent in the persons life. The bar could mean many things, Kazui could be a host, it could be where he finds woman to cheat with. BUT! Based on his voice drama Kazui says he never committed infidelity, and based on his emotional outburst I am inclined to believe it

So what the hell was that bar about? And if it was infidelity then who was he confessing to in this shot- what where was he drinking that type of drink again- at the bar. But if he wasn't cheating on his wife that means he got rejected? These shots are preceding by Kazui admitting to being drunk, meaning he would have a harder time putting on a mask and lying due to his state. But him getting rejected by a woman wouldn't have made him need to come clean to his wife, nor should it have caused her massive reaction to his attempt at cheating if he was honest with her.

Remember that one dramatic shot of Kazui dropping the glass? It can be assumed that was still at the bar and most likely would be following him getting rejected by whoever he was talking to.

Now, who was the ONE man at Kazui's wedding that had a ring that wasn't paired off.

The bartender. Milgram only shows facial features when needed, and avoids adding lookalikes due to this, everyone shown is important in some way. Potentially worth noting is that the Bartender appears to be at Kazui's marriage with a ring but is ringless in half (either a divorce, he was never married and the ring in cat is symbolic of Kazui's pressure or desire, or just a detail not included in half since its side character) What is 100% wort noting however, is Kazui's line of sight in half. Remember Milgram doesn't show people for no reason so why the bartender in half? The shots would have worked just as well without him there. Well, trace Kazui's sight line. Following his eyes lead the viewer to-

-the bartender.He talked to women at the bar but he went there to be close to the bartender. All of his shots have his sight line in that direction, even when the bartender is not in frame. When viewed from the audience seats following his eyes across the stage will always lead you to him.

Conclusion

I have covered that Kazui feels like the odd one out in society, that his marriage was pressured due to external forces and a heavily implied rejection from another man, so whats the point? Well if I am correct Kazui's experience mirrors a lot of my own in getting multiple girls into relationships with me in some bid to find that I was straight and just haven't found the right one. No one was just a "victim" and no one was just a "perpetrator" it was a messy situation that no one benefited from. Like the video states, the way I am "I can't be normal" in the eyes of society. If that's the the case then I have two choices. I can lie about this and keep pretending to be happy with the way things are and not rock the boat or-

-I can be honest with my feelings and tell the truth to those who got wrapped up in me figuring myself out, regardless the consequences of what others do with that information. If some how that decision was linked to that person killing themselves-

I would also find it hard to forgive myself and tell the truth again too.

#karpramblings #milgram #kazui mukuhara #mukuhara kazui #suicide ment #tw suicide #tw suicide ment #milgram music videos #milgram kazui #also sorry for being insane but. the shot of kazui ripping that bird apart #is making me feel insane in a good way #like sir??? is that needed?? no. but he did it anyway and like if he wants to be feral i am here for it #karpblorbo

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altschmerzes · 1 year

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still working on this ‘fuck a ‘forgive your abuser’ arc’ 3x11/3x12 fix it fic and it’s like 13.5k gd help me

#gav gab #ted lasso spoilers #writing liveblog #I SIMPLY HAVE A LOT TO SAY #i worry it's turning out like....... preachy or Not Characterful or whatever #bc i truly don't want it to just be a psa about why this shit sucks #and i truly don't believe a lot of how that was handled was In Character - AT LEAST NOT THE WAY THEY DID IT #(i can believe ted could make a mistake like that is what i mean but the narrative Did Not frame it as a mistake)#(as something he said because he was clouded by his own baggage - WHICH IS FINE but that is Not how they portrayed it)#(and i believe the other people in jamie's life if they knew that had happened would uh)#(have SOME THINGS to say about it)#(and in general no we will not be endorsing 'being abused made you who you are (positive)' no sir not on my watch)#anyways #i truly am operating by what i think is In Character and an Engaging story to tell #(i.e. it's jamie trying to force himself down the 'forgive your dad or at least Try To you know For You!' path and uh #having a bit of a breakdown because of it)#but i worry it's gonna Come Off Badly yknow #anyways kicks this tag ramble under the couch #i'm writing it anyway because frankly i need it after all of that abuse apologist mess #and i'm continually bothered by a lot of people also saying that the forgiveness thing was Fine and Good but actually contacting james #was where they drew the line #bc im like no that was. also a really fucking shitty thing to have happen #if it had JUST been the 'forgive. For You.' thing? it would still suck #bc that was a very fast interaction with ZERO nuance or awareness of how fucking loaded and brutalizing forgiveness as a concept is #to a LOT of abuse victims/survivors bc of the way it's been weaponized against us #if you mean 'let go and put it down/stop carrying it/be free of it/etc' then say that. forgiveness is just too far gone for me at this point #abuse ment

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bluecollarbisexual · 26 days

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My dad was a fire captain for calfire. I’m a nurse.

Started watching 911 for the bisexual rep that’s cropped up recently, as I’ve watched much worse shows for a lot less. Was really excited to watch a dumb procedural with a compelling bi storyline since I feel like the experience of figuring your shit out/exploring your sexuality older is a distinctly bisexual experience.

My experience of actually watching the show has been a little surprising though. I went into it mostly just stoked for a queer storyline that I could see myself reflected in. But what’s sticking with me more is the way I’m sort of understanding my father.

It took me until I started working as a nurse to really be able to understand even a fraction of some of the stuff I was only peripherally aware of as a kid. The way he resisted to the point of rage when I was insisting on wanting a motorcycle. The way he would angrily tell me how he spent too many nights scraping people off of the freeway for him to ever condone me buying something like that.

When I finally started working in medicine I began to understand some of his trauma, and the way it made him angry. I’ve learned what it’s like not to be able to save people and to watch them die, sometimes horrifically.

I didn’t go into this show expecting any real insights. I just wanted a fun romp with a queer reward. But weirdly the standout character has been Bobby for me. I see a lot of my father in him. The trauma and the fear and the still putting the turnouts back on and going out there under the influence of some drive that’s 1 part naturally-born hero, 1 martyr, and 1 part adrenaline junkie. And the mark that these kinds of jobs leave on the people who do them.

I grew up hearing stories about horrific motorcycle accidents. About how my father wasn’t there to help my mother when I was a newborn, because he was in San Francisco responding to the devastation of Loma Prieta. About how after one particularly nasty stretch, his brand new turnouts were completely black from blood. About how I didn’t recognize him and hid behind my mother’s leg when he came home after months on the line one fire season.

And this shit did take a toll. I’ve seen a lot of his anger, his inability to cry or mourn even when his father died, his tendency to fly into fire captain mode over even really mild emergencies. He couldn’t even finish the movie Seabiscuit because he couldn’t stomach the kid dying in the beginning of the film. Watching similar struggles of Bobby’s character, the PTSD, and the situations that contribute to it, is making me appreciate the life he lead in a way that not even being a nurse can.

Anyway I don’t expect anyone is particularly interested in this. I’m in season 2, and just a little surprised by the way this show is hitting me and just sorta needed to reflect on it.

If anyone is also in emergency/medical (or has a loved one who is) and has had similar experiences watching this show I’d be interested in hearing from you.

#911 #911 abc #this show is hitting me like a ton of bricks #I obviously always appreciated my father and everything he did #but there’s something about seeing some of his stories pretty accurately depicted on screen that’s hurting and cathartic #Buck and Eddie are cool too #etc. etc. etc.#and on a different note: yall. the medical stuff on this show is AWFUL.#I can overlook it because the show redeems itself in a lot of other ways.#but boy do I cringe when the fire medics are saying shit like ‘prepare the TPA’ in the field.#like no sir…. you certainly would NOT be giving that med. nor would you even have access to it holy moly #the pulse is thready they’re going into vfib!!!! no monitor in sight. also vfib would be a no pulse situation not a thready one #and you cannot tell the difference between fib ba oulseless vtach vs pea vs asystole without a monitor #i think they shocked asystole early on too? boy.#anyway I needed to reflect but also yo air a few nitpicks.#it’s a good show. I really appreciate so much about it. definitely looking forward to getting a late season bi storyline #the medical stuff makes me wince but I get through it #sorry for the long post I just have a lot of feelings

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