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leviscolwill · 10 months

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glue song

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: after going picnicking with your little cousins, you feel like your relationship with your boyfriend has taken a new step (wc: 1k)

contents: established relationship, talk abt having kids, so fluffy you might die in it, suggestive ending i guess ??

note: i'm in a trent mood lately, just look at him being so babygirl. i want to be his controversially young gf so bad (gasly core)

reblogs and feedback are very very much appreciated 🫶

now playing: glue song by beebadoobee and clairo

when your cousin asked you to babysit her kids for the afternoon, you immediately accepted. you were very close to your family but still felt like you didn't see your cousin or her twin daughters enough so you jumped on the occasion.

trent had already met your family quite a few times but when you told him the news, he was already planning the whole day ahead wanting to make the most out of the afternoon you'll spend with olivia and amalia.

he'd prepared custom sandwiches for them according to their taste and he forced you to bake cookies with him for them.

"come on it'll be fun." he practically pleaded.

"but trent you know that we can't bake to save our life."

"we ? who is we ? i'm a great baker." he replied side eyeing you while grabbing every ingredient needed. it was the truth, sort of. trent was not a great baker but he was definitely better than you, his cookies were edible (most of the time) and even good, sometimes.

but baking with trent was always a hustle, you tried to focus on the recipe while he wanted to wing it, saying it would taste better this way.

"you should listen to the real chef here love, it's not a big deal if we don't put the exact same amount of vanilla you know. now, be a good sous-chef and grab the whip for me please" he told you with a cocky grin, he knew how you would react to his words, exactly how he wanted you to.

you grabbed the whip only to playfully hit his shoulder with it while trent dramatically whined that you wanted him injured for the start of the season.

it didn't surprise you that your boyfriend was this excited about spending his day with actual kids, the way he was behaving like one right now.

after at least an hour of battling with trent, and cleaning your flour-maculated kitchen, your cookies were ready. and after tasting one (for research purposes, of course), you could say they were good, 'probably the best thing ever baked' in your boyfriend's words.

after a while, your shared house's doorbell finally rang, and trent nearly jumped out of his seat to open the door, you followed him and welcomed your cousin and her 7 year old daughters.

"thank you so much for babysitting them today, they're very happy to see their favorite aunty and uncle." your cousin beamed while giving you their bags, heavy with toys.

"we're also happy to spend some time with them, we have a great afternoon planned." you replied with a smile. trent who had his hand on your waist was quick to agree with you too.

after olivia and amalia hugged their mum goodbye, trent was already grabbing your bags full of sandwiches, sweets, and freshly baked cookies.

"uncle trent did you know my team won the school's football competition in may." amalia beamed at trent while she told him how she scored the winning goal for her team, thanks to her sister's brilliant assist. seeing trent and your little cousins get along this well made your chest feel warm at the scene, you almost wished for today to never end, although it was far from over.

once you settled your large blanket in the park, your boyfriend chose. you gave olivia and her sister their sandwiches with a kiss on their forehead. you turned around to take your own when you met trent eyes and his lovesick smile.

"why are you looking at me like that ?" you asked him with a shy smile as you felt the blush creep up your cheeks.

"do i need a reason to stare at my girl now ?" he answered, quickly pressing a kiss on your lips.

"ewww." olivia covered her eyes in disgust, while amalia pretended to throw up.

you laughed at their dramatic reactions and took a bite of the sandwich prepared by trent.

after the girls finished their sandwiches, they tasted the homemade cookies and absolutely loved them.

"of course they're perfect, they were made by liverpool's best baker." trent beamed pointing at himself. you rolled your eyes while olivia and amalia laughed at his ridiculous claim.

when it was finally time to go, you cleaned up everything while your cousins started walking to the car holding each other's hands.

"come on let's go home, my three princesses." he said, while bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it and kiss the side of your head while you started walking, holding hands like teens.

after your cousin picked up olivia and amalia, and thanked you again, the house seemed oddly silent. not the awkward kind of silence but a comforting one, the kind of silence you often shared with trent when words weren't needed.

"i really had fun today you know." trent broke the silence, stroking your hair.

"yeah, i noticed that, i'm glad you get on well with them."

"i think you'd be a great mum." he said almost in a whisper. you did not expect this. trent and you have been together for over a year already, but you've never had this talk.

"are you trying to tell me something ?" you asked, looking up at him.

"i don't know, not really, i was just thinking that maybe-" you put an end to his suffering quickly when you noticed his stammering.

"i'm joking trent... i think you'd be a great dad, the best actually."

he looked at you lovingly and kissed you in a manner that was definitely different than when the girls were here.

his kisses started trailing down your neck as you moved your head to the side, implicitly telling him to keep going.

"should we start practicing then mmh ?"

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sm-baby · 5 months

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As someone with debilitating anger issues and a lot of projected and internalized contempt towards people especially when I slip into a depression and worse in my teens and I've come a LONG way Carnival Jax is like Cathartic for me if that makes sense like he's an awful guy but he's also just some dude who happens to be mentally ill with what I assume to be suicidal ideation while I don't appreciate any of the "He's baby!!! Misunderstood!" and "He's literally evil incarnate" which the latter is more close to the truth due to his chosen BEHAVIOR the infantilization is bothersome as he doesn't deserve to be coddled and excused for his chosen behavior but I do appreciate when it's touched upon he's as mentally ill as everyone there and coping what I find so cathartic of him is like the fear of what I could've been and almost was but also I'm not despite my biggest fears I am while I see a little of myself in everyone actually as someone Not Well and this is him at some of his worst and I'm Not That and "I'm better than you motherfucker" while I do wish better for him and wish things could've been different or something because I unfortunately see in him what I could've been things will never change it's just set in stone he's a bad guy while he's not well he made his bed and he's lying in it I'm making a mess of this ask but my point was some he'd bad, he's just some dude, he's reaping what he sowed, I kind of wish(ed) better for him, I see a lot of him in me, I see a lot of myself in him, I didn't end up like him and I feel I won in some manner, so why doesn't it really feel like a win to me all in all I just kind of feel Bad for him while acknowledging He Did This so it's so complex to juggle wanting better for him when he doesn't deserve it I find him fascinating though he may never get better and I like when people spin off interpretations where things Could've been different/better but it's almost like solving a fight in your head with someone irl as that solution wasn't real and thay fight still was and you may never be able to fix it sorry I'm rambling I hope this wasn't all too annoying also while this was highlighted on Jax I do adore Everyone in rhe Carnival is similar/varying manners as someone unwell myself I just Wish they could have their happy ending as it feels like patients let loose in a psych ward with no supervision or help and so they just kind of get worse especially because they can't leave and can't. Die.

I think this is really sweet. I read this a long time ago and I think this is a wonderful way to look at/sympathized with his character. I hope you're doing ok anon.

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j-jinxee · 22 days

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Could I request a fic with nijiro or chishiya where reader uses a sex toy or toys on him to make him beg. I love the idea of them being whiny.

MAKE ME LOSE —★

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Chishiya x Reader

[warnings - nsfw, sex toys, begging, public(?), swearing]

A/N - tysm for the request!! hehe I loveee this :3 don't ask me how they got access to s€x toys and stuff in the borderland since there's no like, electronic devices kind of yk? Just go w it hehe —★

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Chishiya's poker face was one to admire. He had incredible control over his emotions showing, not cracking for anyone or anything. It interested you, his whole demeanour was something no one else at the beach even came close to. The beach influenced everyone to be incredibly care free, dropping their guards and just having a good time, but of course, not Chishiya. Chishiya still kept that same unamused yet intrigued look on his face, he was so peculiar.

Fast forward a few games, you and Chishiya got pretty close. He found you weren't annoying like most at the beach, the way you spoke didn't irritate him at all, plus it was fun having someone around who was actually a challenge. The games got pretty boring after a while, sure you'd get hurt sometimes, but they eventually all got so easy. So you and Chishiya would start placing bets just to spice it up a bit, betting who could get a higher score, who got hurt the least, who predicted which players would die, you know? It was your guys' way of attempting to enjoy the games.

However this type of bet came as a surprise.

"You're so full of it! You would not be able to keep it together!" You exclaimed to Chishiya.

"Trust me I could, it wouldn't be that hard."

"Alright then, let's bet on it." You said with a smile.

His face slightly dropped, you finally got to him. You know he wouldn't be able to keep it together, let alone survive a full game. He'd be too sensitive to focus, because you'd be watching from afar, in full control of a pretty little cock ring he's wearing, vibrations running through his core as he tries not to falter.

Fuck the idea was so hot, and it'd soon be a reality thanks to your betting games. You knew from a friend of a friend that the beach wasn't too far from an adult store, how convenient. Before the next game, you'd taken a little trekk to the store, sure it was creepy and abandoned like everything else in the city, but it still looked relatively clean. Making your "purchase" of the toy, you began your way back to the beach, Chishiya's next game was tonight, so he was just praying it wouldn't be anything in the spades category.

Much to his luck — it was a diamonds game. Fuck, he might actually win.

You two had discussed the "rules" earlier, you'd be in an undisclosed location somewhere near the game arena. You'd also have an ear piece in so you could hear all his pretty little noises, but he'd have to focus completely on the game, no communication was allowed on his end.

He'd win if his poker face stayed strong, basically if no one caught on or asked him about it. He also wasn't allowed to cum, poor baby. However, if you won — he'd have to keep it on all night, all the way back to the beach, in his own bed, everything.

It was some sort of numbers game (think like the king of diamonds except not that serious). There was a screen with numbers 0-100, and a math formula that went along with it. You honestly didn't pay much attention, you weren't playing and were just here to make sure Chishiya doesn't cheat. It was more than likely Chishiya knew where you were, he always knew somehow, and right now you may or may not have been pirched on top of the roof, looking in through the high windows. It was night, and you were in full black, no one else would've seen you.

You decided not to touch the remote at all during the first two rounds, hopefully making him feel the suspense. You doubt it would have any real effect on him, but it's fun to imagine.

"Your move Chishiya, what'll it be?" Another player asked.

His lips parted to begin speaking. vrrr vrrr

You smirked as you saw him hesitate, his mouth closing for a split second before going back to his sentence. You had it on the lowest setting, wouldn't want to ruin the fun immediately.

Your mind started to wander as the game went on, thinking back to all the other pretty toys you saw in the shop. Invasive thoughts clouded your mind, beginning to think about using all the other toys on Chishiya — binding his wrists to the headboard with those hand cuffs, watching hot wax run down his bare chest, fuck. You definitely had to go back.

Two players had already had their heads blown off, three remaining including Chishiya. Your thumb dragged along the buttons of the remote, surprising you with the fact it even worked from this distance. Shiya was beginning to get restless, adjusting his posture, looking around randomly, rubbing his eyes, just trying to feel anything else to take his mind off the pleasure, threatening to spill at any second.

"mm-mmh! shit-" he quietly panted, completely unable to focus. The other players shot him suspicious glances, wondering what was happening to him.

"You alright there?" Another player asked, his expression showing signs of disgust, has he caught on?

Chishiya's little whines did sound very suggestive, even if you were completely oblivious to the situation he was in.

"Hm? Oh- yeah, yeah I'm good" Liar.

As the game continued, Chishiya's moves were less and less calculated. If he didn't get it together, he could actually make a fatal mistake. You decided to give him a break, it was the second last round, and you slowly turned it all the day down to the lowest setting. You could see sweat start to form on his forehead, quickly being wiped away with his sleeve as he proceeded with his move.

Another player was executed, entering the last round. The inconsistent vibrations were starting to make him feel sick, he would've came twice by now if it wasn't for your bet. As he looked back at the screen, his hand went up to select "01" vrrr vrrrrrr

Spiking it up to the highest setting, what else did he expect for the last round? His hand clenched into a fist, his boxers completely soaked in pre, making all the small adjustments feel even better. He resumed selecting the last number, but for some reason changed his answer.

'Player Chishiya selected 00'

He glanced to the only remaining player, giving them a little wave. His expression was horrified, realising he had just lost, and this psycho was- waving him goodbye? Not a second passed before more blood was splattered on the walls, Chishiya had won. Fuck.

You made your way carefully down from the roof, not looking forward to seeing his smug 'I won' face again. You really thought this would break him, sure the other players were suspicious, but they didn't outright ask him about it, you'd lost. However, you were met with something you certainly didn't expect.

Chishiya was barely standing, leaning against the entrance of the game hall with his head angled upwards, bulge very prominent in his pants. Once he heard you approaching, he needed this to end.

"ff-fuck is it over? Please be ove- ah! Does it count? I win right? right?" Holy shit, he was so lost in it. Of course it was over, what was he talking about? He was clearly deluded from all the adrenaline, mixed with pleasure he want allowed to experience, you never thought you'd see him like this.

You decided to play, "I don't know. We could keep going, see if you could last the night, see if anyone at the beach notices."

"Fuckkk- fuck please! No one noticed I- ahhh! I didn't even cum" you still had the ring on full power, getting him closer and closer while he was trying to convince what'd already come true.

"Didn't you? Awh what a good boy. I guess I could let you cum, you've done well enough."

"r-really? Ahh! are you sure? Please end it."

You held his face so gently, attempting to make eye contact as he struggled to keep his open. Calming him with your touch, your other hand slowly went up to stroke him through the wet fabric. "aAH- mmh!"

"I'm sure, you've won. Pretty boy can cum now."

He whined out louder than ever as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. Thick ropes of his hot white cum spurted out into his boxers, all his muscles tensing from the pleasure. Nearly collapsing from the pure ecstasy, you turned the small device off and sat down next to him. He was silent for a few minutes before coming back down to earth, his eyes finally opened.

"Fuck, I barely remember the game, or what I was saying. I won again though." He smirked as he looked over at you, there's that smug little cat.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you to be honest. So, what's my punishment? Gonna make me eat natto again?" You referred back to the last bet you lost, where he made you eat your least favourite food ever.

The smirk plastered on his face got even wider before he spoke, "no. I thought this time, I'd use your reward against you."

What does he mea- oh.

Before you knew it, you were back at the beach, on Chishiya's bed, wearing a pretty little vibrator that he had control over. Maybe we shouldn't have made that bet.

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aita-blorbos · 11 months

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Aita for punishing my (42M) son (13M) for undermining me in front of my employees?

I run a very large company, which since its foundation, has been run by my family. My son is set to inherit from me when I die, even though my daughter (11F) is more qualified, which I dislike, but I have no real choice in the matter. To be honest, he doesn't have the ability to be a leader - he's always worrying about the little things, and doesn't look at the big picture.

Truthfully, ever since his mother left when he was 10, he's become worse. His mother was coddling him too much, and he needs to learn what the real world is like. His uncle (49M) doesn't help either, he ran away from his responsibilities on the board when the going got tough, even though he was about to complete an incredibly important project.

Anyway, there was an important board meeting recently, where we have been working on an aggressive takeover of another company, and he snuck in. As if that wasn't bad enough, he disagreed with the plan of one of my top employees, just because it would have put one group of our newest batch of recruits in the line of fire!

In our culture, disputes are settled in a public duel, and the best dueller will win. So I told him that he had to take part in a duel, because he didn't respect the authority of me, or my employee. There must have been some crossed wires though, because he thought the duel was against the employee, but it was against me, because it is my company, and any slight against members of the company is a slight against me.

He then refused to take part, but he needed to learn that he can't just back out of things if he doesn't like where they're going, like a coward, so I continued. I ended up giving him an injury that didn't kill him, but also left him with some permanent injuries, so that he could remember his cowardice.

I also ended up sending him away for some time, to complete a bit of a fool's errand, so he'd be away for a while and so he could learn what the real world is like. Honestly, if anything happens to him and his sister has to inherit the company, that's fine by me.

Aita?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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jellazticious · 10 months

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Meet this chucklefuck

His name is Pascal Short for Giuseppe Pascallis Jaleppino Edvard Stefano Dimitri Jaloro Pepperman-Spaghetti

That's right, you read the surnames correctly. He is a Pepperino fankid

ramble and more drawings under the cut if you managed to survive the first part

If I had a nickel for everytime I made fankids, I would have two. Which isn't a lot but it is weird that it happened twice.

And brother? I'm happy about it jsrgksrb

Pascal is a jaloro pepper and since his parents are so shit at naming him, they straight up put his pepper type as a name. but yes, they're a real thing and they're so cute. Jaloros are just yellow jalapenos

I also tried to make him simultaneously look like a pepper and a mango to complement how Pepperman looks like an apple. but also while drawing the sprite mock ups, I realized that at a certain pose he sorta looks like a pizza slice. I win either way bfsjbgksjr

He does not want to be an artist or a chef but he does have the inherited naturality of both which landed him a job as a barista. and of course, he could only work for one place which is the Noisette Cafe. It kinda gave him a little trouble getting hired cuz 1.) Peppino does not like how his son is about to work for his rival's girlfriend and 2.) Noisette is fucking terrified of Pepperman. You think she's gonna let his son who is one foot taller work for her 😭

But still, Noisette is way too kind that Peppino forgets why he has a problem with her and Pascal is way softer than both his dads surprisingly. It's ironic how Peppino and Pepperman are these barbarians of people and their kid ended up being the forestcore aestethic. He is never beating the allegations lmao, he's gonna be THAT softboy

But don't get me wrong, he can be a combination brutal and berserk when pissed off. He still has the same strength as his dads, mind you. Mostly Pepperman's brute and Peppino's street smarts

And their patience too.

People expect him to be as manly lol but like nahh he just wanna chill and be a nerd dork

And if anyone's wondering, it was obviously Pepperman who spawned him. In the human au tho? I have a perfect answer for that lmao. ahem

My Pepperman has and always been intersex lmao. That is it, that is all you need to know how Pascal can theoretically be made

Plants being plants man, they're really weird. Pepper is simultaneously mom, dad, uncle, and aunt lmao. Tho Pas calls him both mom and dad because it would be so fucking funny and he calls Peppino papi

He's very tender mostly cuz he did not inherit Pepperman's narcissism but he did inherit that kindness that Pepperman tries so hard to hide. And of course, Peppino's anxiety and impulses.

As a kid, Peppino is the brooding hen between him and Phil. He'd be the one who double checks triple checks if it's safe to let baby Pascal do his thing.

Pepperman on the other hand, he holds baby Pas like a rubber ball. Peppino tries not to get his kid killed because of how his wife holds it 😭

Oh also in a few of em, you can see little interactions with @beefy-the-stronk's Jude. They're simultaneously cousins and siblings. Also don't question it. Just imagine there's two Peppermans gbsjbgrksj

Also Gustavo is the godfather. I only had Pascal for three days but I would die for him

Anyway, if you made it this far, I thank you but alas. That is all for now bgjsbgjksr

#Pizza Tower #i drew this #Pepperman #Manpepper #Peppino Spaghetti #okay how do I tag him #Pascal Jaleppino #fleshed out Pas #Jude the Forksmith #yeah making his middle name look like his last name fbsjbgksr #Pepperino #Spicah Meatball

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danisbrainrot · 2 months

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I MUSTT KNOW if you have any thoughts about the yellowjackets being in a hunger games au!!!

ok, I don't know how to group my thoughts so I'm just gonna put them all here:

laura lee: wouldn't kill anyone, obvy, but also I think everyone would find her too sweet to kill. she'd die naturally, like eating the wrong berries or something. I don't think she'd last long (first to die in the show = first to die in the hunger games).

lottie: she wouldn't kill anyone either I don't think, she'd form an alliance but would piss someone off like taissa or shauna and they'd probably kill her. she wouldn't be good at hunting or gathering and would heavily rely on her alliance with van, gen, melissa and mari.

natalie: we already know she's a hunter. she would just convince one of the sponsors to buy her a gun and before you know it, bam! bam! bye bye people she doesn't like. I could see her being one of the victors, but secretly I think shauna could kill her.

shauna: we already know she's violent, so I think she'd kill everyone and anyone if it came down to it. she's a career if I'm being honest (love you though shauna 🫶). she'd ally with taissa and jackie (ofc) and would struggle with who to kill in the end, but at the end of the day, she'd still finish them off, she'd just feel real bad about it. she's the butcher, she'd feed herself and her allies off of the traps she'd set, or supplies she'd kill people for and would live the longest, honestly. I could see misty killing her (for revenge on natalie, of course).

jackie: this girl is USELESS. she wouldn't survive past the bloodbath if it weren't for shauna. would die of hypothermia in the arena because she doesn't know how to start a fire to save herself (and likes sleeping in snow for some reason???) she was pissing everyone off at one point, so she'd definitely be everyone's target. there's no universe I think she could win these games (unless shauna came to her senses).

misty: this woman is a cold hearted killer, and she's a healer. she'd definitely win, imo. she'd ally up with natalie (who hates it, but like, misty could help her with injuries, why wouldn't she try and keep her alive? no other reason, totally.) this girl is totally feral, though. she'd kill without hesitation. and she'd cover it up so well that the viewers at home would be wondering if she actually killed them or not.

van: would die for taissa and lottie. I've already told you who she'd ally up with, but she'd leave them in a second if taissa asked. she'd be a good gatherer, enough to survive. we've seen van, she's a killer when she wants to be, and she can't die. so maybe she could win 🤭

taissa: would die for van (and maybe shauna). her sleep walking would kill quite a few people. she'd gather plants and stuff, but her main goal is looking after shauna because we see how protective she is of her (and who wouldn't be? shauna shipman is the loml!) would heal shauna and van's injuries to the best of her abilities.

javi: he'd survive purely by hiding and stealing supplies. would die from falling in the lake though :(

travis: he's not making it past the bloodbath, sorry not sorry. he pisses everyone (or maybe just me) off by being so emo. if he didn't die in the bloodbath, he'd die because he doesn't know what he's doing and he wouldn't be a sponsor favourite.

mari: allied with lottie and them. EXCELLENT gatherer! would kill someone but only if she was in a pack with the girlies 🤭. she'd make her berry juice and get everyone drunk.

akilah: according to the hunger games simulation, she's the real winner (and vicious) but I think she'd starve and start hallucinating, so maybe she wouldn't last very long.

crystal: allied with misty, but is immediately killed after the bloodbath by her (bonus points if misty pushes her off a cliff).

gen: allied with lottie's cult group. would help mari gather. don't know much about her honestly, but I think she'd be somewhat helpful. would be killed first by mari or van probably.

melissa: same as gen, tbh.

ben: dead in the bloodbath. with his missing leg and how useless he is throughout the entire series, I wouldn't blame the girls if they just got rid of him asap.

the antler queen spirit: the president snow of this au.

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aurumacadicus · 9 months

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Winteriron corn maze scary or not scary Is dealers choice, please

I just feel like after torture, corn mazes just can't be scary 😔

Coming into the haunted corn maze hadn't been Bucky's idea of a good time, but Tony had batted his eyelashes at him and said 'but you could be my knight in shining armor in such a low stakes situation!' and, well. He was, first and foremost, a sucker for Tony's batted eyelashes, and second, Tony could play him like a fiddle without any eye-batting or lip biting. Any reservations he might have had against it had quickly melted in face of Tony's winning smile.

The thought of Tony trusting him had blinded him to the problems of a haunted corn maze.

Tony had been happily hanging off his arm, chattering about how he'd once helped map out a maze when he was in college for a credit in... Agh? Bucky wasn't sure what that meant and at this point he was too embarrassed to ask. Then a group of terrified middle schoolers had stampeded them. Bucky had been disoriented by all the small bodies colliding with them and each other, all the high-pitched screams and squeals and giggles. It was all he could do to keep his fingers clenched in Tony's jacket sleeve, struggling against the tide of a dozen other people in excited panic.

It was just a mistake. Nothing dangerous. Just because the sounds of kids squealing and chainsaws revving put him on edge didn't mean that Tony was in imminent danger. Except one of the middle schoolers had gotten separated from her group, so now a weepy thirteen-year-old was clinging to the back of his jacket.

"It's okay," Tony assured her quickly as she blubbered about her friends leaving her. "It's okay! We're way safer than a group of kids. You're clinging to the Winter Soldier! He could snap a ghost like a twig."

"But ghosts aren't corporeal," she wailed, not loosening her grip on Bucky at all.

Bucky bent a little to force her to make eye contact. "Ghosts aren't real," he told her firmly. "Otherwise I'd be haunted by dozens of people I've killed in the past."

"That didn't fucking help!" Tony bellowed as the girl began crying harder.

"Fine," Bucky said flatly, then turned and grabbed her under her arms, hoisting her up over his head. "Do you see the way out?"

The girl blinked, apparently so stunned she stopped crying. She sniffled as she looked around. Finally, she let out a shaky, "No?"

"That's fine," Tony assured her hastily, and Bucky was pretty sure that the only reason he wasn't kicked in the ribs was because he was the only thing holding her up. He carefully set her down under Tony's baleful gaze. "You can stay between us until we get to the exit. You want an autograph? We can give you autographs."

"Can you get me one from Black Widow?" she sniffled. "She's super cool."

"I would literally die for you in this moment so an autograph from Black Widow is cake," Tony told her hastily. He'd procured his phone from somewhere, likely texting Natasha wherever she was. The cider house, Bucky thought he remembered. He was also pretty sure he remembered Tony dumping both their phones in Bruce's hands and saying 'don't bother us unless the world's ending.' What the fuck.

"I'm sorry I cried so much," she added, voice still shaking, like she might start crying again.

Bucky grabbed her shoulders and wheeled her around to make eye contact. "Never be ashamed to cry."

"Okay," she squeaked, and then Tony was kicking him in the ribs, so he went staggering into the corn with a squawk.

"Fucking weirdo you're gonna give her a complex! Come on, honey, we're leaving Bucky behind for the guy in the ski mask. What's your name? Your favorite class at school?"

"Um," the girl squeaked, and Bucky squawked again when he stumbled back out of the corn to find Tony had apparently fully intended to leave him behind. Little shit. This was the thanks he got for coming into a haunted corn maze.

The worst part was, Bucky knew that he'd fucking walk back into the maze if Tony batted his eyelashes at him again.

#aurumacadicus answers #winteriron #autumn meme

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aboardthescheherazade · 9 months

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Inspired by @professorcalculusstanaccount's timeline posts, it's Roberto Rastapopoulos through the years! No little Greek boy don't grow up to be a massive shithead--

Rasta is a very difficult character to understand in canon, because so much of his lore is left unknown to the viewer. However, there were little bits and pieces, some in Herge's tertiary studio notes; over time I've wrung some water from that stone, and put together this timeline in my head. I went with a more condensed range than ProfCal (i.e. pre-canon up to canon, rather than into post-canon), since Rob does technically "die"/disappear by the end of the (finished) comics.

Headcanons and details under the cut:

According to speculative official notes, he was born in the 1890s in Leros. It's a beautiful island but also one with a turbulent history, as when little Roberto was born, that part of Greece was under control by the Ottoman Empire. His father was a sponge diver, which was a very viable career at the time. (Decades later, the industry would be ruined when the area's sea sponges were over-harvested by bigger diving operations.) His mother is basically unknown...many official outlets say Rastapopoulos is part American, so I imagine his mother was of Greek-American heritage who either met his father abroad or in America.

There were two real-world figures who influenced my timeline: Aristote Onassis and Aleister Crowley. Onassis was one of Herge's later inspirations when writing Rastapopoulos, and for good reason; much like Rastapopoulos's own immoral dealings, Onassis indiscriminately sold warships during WWII and can easily be considered an arms dealer who profited off of human atrocities. On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was my own connection. All the pseudo-Egyptian mysticism in Cigars of the Pharaoh and the Kih-Oskh Brotherhood seems to be a reference to the very real trend in the early 20th Century where the upper crust of western society became fascinated with esoteric beliefs. (Seances and the Ouija Board were also created during this era.) Crowley rose in infamy during this time, too, as a spoiled debutante who spent his inheritance on journeys through the MENA region to perform rituals and "adapt" Eastern religions for his own belief system. With Rastapopoulos making up an entire pharaoh and emblem for his secret trafficking club, it reminded me very much of Crowley's own endeavours, and the commodification of MENA cultures and iconography during this era.

Child (1897) - Canonically, he has three brothers and two sisters, so l envisioned him as the middle child amidst all that. Little Roberto was spoiled when he was little, but when his youngest brother was born, it left Roberto feeling like the attention had been stolen from him.

15 (1906)- The other siblings hoped Roberto would be just as enthusiastic as they were about the family diving business, but alas, he'd always been more interested in reading prose and classical plays. His favourite play is Gounod's Faust. Some days, he daydreams about what a deal with the devil could get him, thinking he'd be able to outsmart the devil and win his riches for free. Roberto was at a rebellious point in his life, and sadly, he'd come to be ashamed of his background, deciding sponge diving was "peasant work" and that he'd rather tell others he was British or American. Eventually, it became easier for the whole family to just send him to a boarding school. Deep down, Roberto's parents hoped he might become an actor, a writer, or some sort of scholar...but the night before he left, Roberto secretly took down his whole family's banking information.

20s (1910s) - Roberto is now in his "Aleister Crowley's world tour" phase. He throws around mysteriously large quantities of money, often putting it into investments, and taking many journeys through Egypt and India. (I also like to imagine he met the Fakir and Colonel Fuad around this time; maybe Zloty too). Rastapopoulos is an insufferable, preening dandy at this time, trying to carve out his own place among the societal elite. His Greek identity is only flaunted as a way to make him seem more "exotic" to strangers. He tries not to think about the bank accounts he's leeching from.

30s (1920s) - Several of his investments actually flourished. His shares in Arab-Air and Flor Fina yield enough profit to let him buy out the companies, and his decadence only increases as he reaps even more profits. With extra money going around, Rastapopoulos finally decides to foray into the movie industry...as a movie producer. His passion for theatre never died, and if he can't become an actor himself, then why not produce the kinds of stories he wanted to be in? By the time the Great Depression hits, Rastapopoulos has amassed more than enough wealth to stay afloat...and the drug ring he's started with a few good friends sure helps, too. He's more concerned with holding onto every millimetre of his receding hairline.

40s (canon) - By all means, Rastapopoulos could have disbanded the cartel and retired comfortably. Maybe he could have invested more in his own movies, and focused more on Cosmos Pictures's internal operations. And yet, he didn't. Bigger numbers are better, so Rastapopoulos kept amassing his dirty money, thinking he was too big to fall. He got messy and left behind some viable clues, which some Belgian kid happened to stumble across...

50s (1940s-early 50s)- "Roberto Rastapopoulos" may be out on bail and facing decades in prison, but "Marquis Dante di Gorgonzola" is just some mysterious financier with an offshore bank account. Some of the other societal elites recognize him, but they find the alter ego funny and play along; "Oh, here comes "the marquis"...! He's due back in Hong Kong!" He can't make money through drug trafficking anymore, he can't show his face in Hollywood, and he certainly can't go back to Greece. Unfortunately, some of his associates introduce him to a different kind of trafficking, one even more immoral, but just as lucrative... It's the climax of the Rastapopoulos family tragedy: the son of hard-working commoners has ground his family's name into dust thanks to his pursuit of power and decadence; he has now resorted to deceiving those same sorts of commoners, dooming them to unknown fates just so he can buy a boat. Later, he begins resorting to harebrained schemes and petty crime just to maintain that lifestyle. His Greek identity has long been buried in favour of a vague, exotic cultural identity meant to explain away his quirks and twitchiness.

I've long been torn on whether or not Endaddine Akass is Rastapopoulos's final form. Herge's notes do consider him surviving Flight 714 to Sydney by waking up in the tropics with some degree of amnesia...perhaps this is near Jamaica, where he'll meet Ramo Nash under a new identity. It also feels the most theatrical - Rastapopoulos is playing yet another role, and he has a grand finale planned for Tintin's murder. Additionally, the mysticism Akass totes in Alph-Art is inspired by the alternative religion fads of the 1960s-70s; Akass is evocative of some of those many cult leaders, like Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh or Father Yod.

And yet, I almost find it more fitting for Rastapopoulos to survive Flight 714 to Sydney with full amnesia. He only knows himself as some middle-aged vagrant, and he decides he just has to pick himself up, and find some odd jobs to make a living. He gives himself a new name; his family history has been wiped clean. He struggles to make ends meet, much like the family he bankrupted, though he'll never know just how ironic his life has become. The rest of the world knows Rastapopoulos as a bombastic, flashy debutante who died a pitiful death during a police standoff. Tintin feels like he saw him one last time, but it feels like a bad dream he had during a flight layover. The man who always wanted to be the biggest and best died quietly in the sea, his true fate unknown, his body forever missing.

I think that's why I find Rastapopoulos so fascinating as a character! You can either make him into Tintin's greatest scourge who fights to the death to maintain his status, or you can rip all that away and doom him to a humble existence.

#drawings #hc #rastapopoulos

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🦇 Ever wondered why Asagiri Gen is sometimes compared to a bat?

Me too, so I did some research! :)

Firstly: the origin.

The usage of "bat" to describe Gen seems to mainly be in the first half of the series, and it's not a nickname given by only one person. Several people use it, including Gen himself.

Chronologically, the first instance was when Gen wandered back to the science shed alone after they'd completed the Sulfa drug, as he wasn't allowed inside the village. This happens in chapter 40/episode 15.

The Japanese word for bat is コウモリ (koumori).

However if you were watching either the English dub or reading the manga, this reference would have been completely gone! Instead, Gen refers to himself as an "opportunist", and the dub replaces "bat" with "rat".

The next instances were both during the katana fight against Hyoga, in chapter 48/episode 18. First, Kohaku calls him a bat after she assumes he'd gone and betrayed them.

(In Japanese, bat can also be spelt as 蝙蝠, and is pronounced the same way)

Again, the dub replaced "bat" with "rat", and the English manga translation uses opportunist instead.

The final instance I found was from Hyoga a short while later, when he gets betrayed by Gen, but for real this time. Both Kohaku's and Hyoga's usages are very negative and insulting, especially in the subs.

(For completeness again, I'm adding Hyoga's manga translation which is similar to his dubbed line, "filthy turncoat". As @DrStoneShots on Twitter said, Hyoga can be surprisingly eloquent lol)

So now the question is, why "bat bastard"? Why not "slithering snake" or "wriggly worm"? They've all got the same negative connotation of a crafty conman, right?

Let's start with the western view of the bat. Normally they're associated with Halloween, and thus remind us of things like darkness, death, witchcraft, and malevolence.

Native Americans consider them tricksters as well.

So far it sounds like it's suiting Gen's initial malicious mentalist persona quite well. I mean, he died, came back to life, uses poisonous flowers for his tricks and tricked Magma into thinking he'd die if he took so much as a single step.

…But then why call yourself a bat?

As it turns out, the symbolism associated with the bat in China and Japan is slightly different. Up until the 20th century, bats were popular in Japan thanks to influence from Chinese culture, where they are seen as a symbol of happiness, good fortune, a long life and good luck.

(Side note: I wonder if bats being associated with good luck, and therefore Gen by extension, is a narrative foil for Senku's extraordinarily bad luck?)

Now that we have both the bad and good of bats, why does the translation of bat->opportunist/turncloak arise when neither the western nor eastern interpretations mention anything about it?

Turns out, it's actually from one of Aesop's Fables, "The Bat, Birds, and The Beasts".

If you're not familiar with the story: the Birds and Beasts were fighting, and asked the Bat which side they were on, as they could both fly like the Birds and were furred like the Beasts. The Bat, uncertain, fought on both sides—choosing whichever was winning at the time.

The result was that afterwards, the Bat had no friends as they'd betrayed both sides several times, and ended up getting attacked by both the Birds and the Beasts, who now had a common enemy.

The alternative ending is that the Bat was not allowed to partake in the peace party.

Sound familiar? On several occasions, especially early on in the series, Gen felt like he had to keep a certain distance away from everyone, otherwise he'd get injured. He kept himself closed off and his true intentions hidden to stay safe. (Although he still got stabbed…)

The good news is that this particular bat's story ends happily, and with a whole kingdom's worth of friends. He learnt to open up and devote himself to a cause, even though it was risky to himself. His selfishness turned into selflessness when it truly mattered.

End of thread!

This was actually a request from @obviously6969 (on Twitter), who wanted me to find out more about Gen + bats! Now the only question is, can someone relate Gen to the Miracle Cave via bats… 🤔🦇

#dr stone #misc #gen asagiri #trivia

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People hate my relationship with Hantengu because it's a common observation that he knew he did something bad, and my tolerance for him is disturbing to many viewers. He was exactly like his human self as a demon: on edge and agitated, full of unnecessary rage just waiting to spill out, self absorbed, manipulative, calculated and stealthy. This man has had to run and hide before and it's clear he's done this many times. The only drastic change he took on was a darker complexion, glowing eyes, horns and claw like nails. When I say I love him, I am also saying I acknowledge he had bad thoughts as a human and that he acted on those thoughts countless times. The murder and theft of the blind monk was only where it ended. That was the closest memory he had to his transformation, when Muzan came to him. He saw the end of his humanity because he erased all the other crimes from his twisted mind willingly. He rewrote entire chapters of his life just to begin another one with the same damn story. He was sick and was not helped. Partly due to his time period, partly due to denial. He was mentally unstable and he did not need to be married with children at a time when he was so unwell he couldn't be trusted to keep them safe from himself. God knows how he did it but he took children's lives and his pathetic excuses couldn't make it forgivable. He was so diabolical he was sentenced straight to death the moment he was caught. He became less good at hiding his tracks and became a deranged and unhinged old man the more he believed his own lies. He was willing to manipulate himself to keep manipulating others and it resulted in his death, eventually, at the hands of a young man who was under the impression his sister sacrificed her own life to allow him to catch this narcissistic coward who even subjected his own headless demon body to sunlight just to attempt to capture two blacksmiths.

As Tanjiro's steel agonizingly (and finally) penetrates Hantengu's neck, he questions if his life is flashing before his eyes which was a real "no shit you're gonna die, moron" moment for everyone. We no longer see Urami and we officially see Hantengu himself express defeat, his expression of fear and anguish drop and we see how pissed off he really is. He failed. Zohakuten was to be burned, another hashira spared. Before he witnessed Nezuko could withstand the sun, he, to his knowledge, failed his master and himself. Muzan was clever enough to convince Hantengu he believed his innocence. He knew how to talk to an unsound man and win his trust. Muzan sought out people he knew would accept his recruitment. We officially see a glimpse of his human life played back like an old movie. When he was caught because he didn't keep his hands to himself, he blamed his hands for all the trouble. Who knows what else he put the blame on before. If he stabbed someone, it was the knife. If it was blunt forced trauma, it was the object. If he strangled someone, it was the oxygen. No matter how unrealistic it would seem, he'd give it all the credit as long as it wasn't /him/ and that's why people find my social media to be cringe. People like him exist in this world. Unfortunately, we all know a Hantengu. I was raised in the presence of a few. I don't know if my love for him takes place in unhealed trauma to figures of authority, or if I relate with him in some shameful way, but I express confidence and commitment in my bond with him and if it puts me in the hole some day, oh well. Let it be an example of what happens when you don't help yourself. *Shrugs and cuddles up to my pillow*

I have had many real life partners who have suffered my deteriorating mental health show me nothing but loyalty. I return their love never to them, but to a fictional character. I too can be considered despicable. Will I change? Not sure if I plan on it. Perhaps my happy place is deeply in love with a man who is not real. A man I cannot hurt and a man who cannot hurt me. Society doesn't want people like me to fraternize with the public, so I suppose he will have to do. I am learning to be kinder on the outside, inside me is a neediness to be seen as innocent, lovely and charming, and I will keep telling myself this until I finally believe it. People may claim to be a victim by me, but I'm sure one day with enough convincing, those memories won't hurt my heart. If I believe myself to be innocent rather than accepting those crimes, I won't feel such sadness for what they claim I made them feel. Perhaps... We are perfect for each other, Hantengu and I. 🖤👹

#hantengu #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #hantengu clones #psychology #psychoanalysis #anime #manga #anime and manga #narcissistic personality disorder #actually borderline #fictoromantic #kny

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Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

The Sparrow: Chapter 8: Goodbye

Synopsis: Marian and Haymitch share their final goodbye before the Games.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol and mention of dying/death.

Author’s Note: Might want to get some tissues out for this one…

Word Count: 1048

Vanilla opted to ride to the arena with Alder, which gave Haymitch and I the chance to bend the rules slightly and have him be my escort into the arena.

The Hovercraft was silent, we were both too caught up in our internal monologues to make conversation. We silently ate breakfast- neither of us were able to stomach much, though, and he didn’t even insist.

Actually we hadn’t spoken since after the interview. I was just glad that he showed up that morning, and seemingly sober (but hungover, nonetheless).

The world was silent as I followed him off the Hovercraft and down a sterile grey hallway, my eyes fixed on his tangled dark hair.

I made sure my black bodysuit was zipped all the way up as my heavy, black-booted steps echoed. It was sleeveless but had plenty of pockets.

It was going to be warm, probably.

I could do warm, I reassured myself despite the knot in my throat.

Haymitch held the door open for me and I was greeted by the sight of a transparent tube at the centre of the small room. It all suddenly felt so real.

This was it. The end.

I turned around to see him standing there, also looking up at the contraption that I'm sure brought back memories he'd rather forget.

All the tears I held in for the last week seemed to spill out like a burst damn- I couldn’t help the violent sobs which escaped me.

I launched myself at him, burying my face in his neck. He held me suffocatingly tight, stroking my braided hair.

Haymitch, who somehow made me laugh in the most despicable place on earth.

Haymitch, who proved to me that goodness exists in this uncaring world.

Haymitch, who made me feel seen and heard for the first time in my life.

He, who armed me with the most dangerous weapon I’d ever held- hope.

I had fought against this vulnerability my entire life, but as I clung to him, I whispered through my tears: “I don’t want to die.”

And despite his hardened exterior, the gruff lines on his face and lingering smell of whiskey, despite the years of training himself not to feel anything or to get attached, he squeezed me harder.

“Hey,” he says, his voice weak from his own tears, “you are smarter than any one of them. You only have to do this once, okay?”

He pulled away, holding my shoulder in one arm and brushing away a small piece of hair that had come undone. His worn hand lingered on my cheek.

“Okay?” He asked again, our bloodshot eyes looking into each other.

I nodded and wiped my tears.

It broke my heart because I knew she couldn’t win.

I had deluded myself and I had done everything I swore I wouldn’t.

I had forgotten that this isn’t a game you win- that regardless of how much resolve or ambition, we always end up dead on the ground.

The headstrong woman I had come to know that past week melted away into a scared girl in my arms.

The girl who got a three in training.

The girl who had too much kindness in her heart to slit a throat.

It shattered me completely to see her like this.

No one deserved to be in that position, but Marian’s was the last name that should have been pulled.

I smiled now, my eyes still wet. I wanted to show Haymitch that I would try. That I would keep my promise.

He smiled back, sniffling.

“There she is,” he was still holding my cheek. “Now you go in there and run. Forget about supplies, you can steal those later. Just fly under the radar and lay low, just like you do back home. And avoid fighting.”

“Thirty Seconds” the automated voice overhead announced and the elevated pedestal pod opened up as the countdown continued.

“Wait!” I had almost forgotten. From one of the many zippered pockets of my suit I pulled out the handkerchief I had embroidered.

I never knew my hands could create something so beautiful.

The pond where he and Evander played just happened to be my favourite place in the entire district.

Blue flowers bloomed in huge bushes right by the water. The individual flowers were so tiny, but they grew in bunches of five or six all around the pond, thousands to a bush. Together they created a lush ocean of blue and green, shaded by the big trees which housed the sparrows overhead.

I went there often, to listen to the water idle around, pulled by the lazy breeze as the sparrows vocalised with the soft rustling of the bushes.

There was never anyone there but I could imagine Haymitch and Evander splashing around, disturbing the peace with their boyish laughter.

I stitched little blue flowers all around the edge of the white cloth. On one end they met to surround a gold cursive ‘H’. On the other, I wove countless shades of brown and white to create a delicate sparrow. Her wings curving upwards, as if in mid flight.

If I died I hoped to become a sparrow by the pond.

To sing a beautiful song and watch over the man I’d come to love when he wept surrounded by little blue flowers. I’d hoped I’d be able to comfort him somehow.

On the left of the sparrow I embroidered my initial in the same gold thread and on the other side, E.E. - Ephra and Evander. So he would remember all the people that loved him. That despite the distance, we would always be by his side.

I smiled and turned away from him as I stepped onto the pedestal.

I couldn’t cry anymore, now was the time to fight.

I straightened my back and began my ascent.

“Your M” read the tag, in her neat cursive. Tied onto a handkerchief by a pink silk ribbon I recognized.

I watched her leave and held back my tears. I had felt too much, I couldn’t cry anymore.

I indelicately shoved the gift into my pocket, unable to face it now.

Unable to face that bright soul, full of humanity and love who was just taken from me.

Instead I pulled out my flask and took a deep swig, inviting the sting down my throat. I didn’t stop until it was empty.

I couldn’t believe that it was all happening all over again.

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How do you think the hacketteers would act in Squid Game situation?

Oh no...oh no

Amazing ask and also I feel like I need a hot chocolate to comfort me while I think about this lmao

Ok...well first off...none of them handle it well. Plenty of crying, panicking and yelling at each other all round. And in the situation where they're all taken home and then given the opportunity to come back, I can't see any of them doing that.

I could use some string of logic to say Ryan could convince himself it was all fake and go back but I'd like to think he's not THAT delusional. But even in the scenario where all of them are desperate for money, I just can't see any of them willingly going back.

But in a situation where they do and all die? I'll continue down here

Laura would obviously win, I don't think anyone would argue there. Either that, or if her and Max got to the end together, she would let him win. But she's the only one with the mentality for the squid games. Just, pushing her morals down and doing what needs to be done to survive. If Max is there with her, I don't think she would interact with anyone except him and if he's not there, she would lone wolf it.

This is kinda morbid but I can see Dylan y'know... giving up...once he realises the hopelessness of the situation. Like he knows from the beginning that they're all dead and he just tries to help the others in any way he can while also accepting that he's gonna die. Dylan would absolutely, no doubt, play the "I'll die so you can live" move when they're in partner games where one of them has to kill the other. Whether it's more devastating to have Ryan or Kaitlyn do it, I have not decided. But I am in tears.

Poor Abi. This whole situation is far too much for her. She survives as long as she does, purely due to luck and being helped and protected and then she'll die panicking and screwing up a game she had to do on her own.

All love and respect to my boy. I do think Jacob would be a moron. He's good at all the games and does well for a bit. But he wouldn't take it seriously at first, he'd be like "it's all fake these people are crazy" and then he'd probably die in some hilariously stupid, tragic way.

Ryan's in the same boat, at first. Stubborn himbo solidarity with Jacob, tho I doubt they get along in this universe either, they just agree. And then if he gets his head out of his ass soon enough to NOT die in a hilariously stupid tragic way, he would probably make it pretty far. And then die in just a tragic way instead. And here's the angst train but I'd say that killing Dylan would be the thing that gets Ryan realising it's all very real.

I can see Kaitlyn being top 2 with Laura. Just surviving because she has the skillset to survive. She would definitely be the most calm one throughout the games. kinda trying to keep people from being spiteful and work together when it's possible. I just don't think she'd be able to bring herself to stab Laura to death at the end.

Nick's tricky because we didn't get to see him in survival mode but I could make an argument for him going out in a similar way to Dylan. He'd protect someone else (probably Abi, but Jacob or Dylan would be some nice angst too) and die in the process. Maybe in the game where it's just a murder spree in the sleeping area. He would be confused and conflicted throughout the game and just try to be co-operative to the best of his ability.

Emma is another tricky one. We didn't get to see how she interacts with others when she's under pressure but based on her vibes? She'd totally try to form alliances based on who she deems the most useful. It's a smart move. But I think that she would stop being smart and end up trying to save Abi. Like she would have a choice between definitely living and abandoning Abi, and staying with Abi and maybe dying and she would choose that and die.

Max. Hmm. I think he'd be good at the games. He'd be reasonable and try to keep people calm and together but ultimately he would perish tragically unless Laura was able to rescue him. OR for ultimate angst. Laura fucks up and almost dies and Max sacrifices himself for her.

#the quarry #squid games #supermassive games #tq hcs #tq headcanons #laura kearny #dylan lenivy #abigail blyg #ryan erzahler #jacob custos #nick fucillo #kaitlyn ka #emma mountebank #max brinly #radioheads #blygbank

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dudefrommywesterns · 2 years

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now that it's pretty late and less people are on here:

as we all know (if you've been here a minute), i prefer the 1971 adaptation of charlie and the chocolate factory to the 2005 one.

there are so many reasons for this i could write an essay. today, I'd like to focus on the characters themselves.

starting with charlie bucket, there isn't anything wrong with freddie highmore's portrayal. however, peter ostrum plays a charlie that connects better with the audience. he tends to make the audience want him to find a golden ticket, to win the prize. he comes off as a sweet kid who cares deeply for his family. he just wants something good to happen for himself and his family. i also think he and jack albertson (grandpa joe) do a grandfather-grandson in a very fun and believe way.

willy wonka: roald dahl wanted a brit for wonka. neither adaptation has that. I've never felt it was that big of a deal.

gene wilder's wonka is unnerving. however, he does it in a way that makes you question it, that makes the other characters question it. he seems outwardly to be fairly normal, if a bit eccentric. when he's really weird, it's a bit of a surprise. i will say, he's definitely a bit too sweet at the end perhaps.

depp's wonka is just weird. it's a wonder everyone didn't leave the minute they saw him. he talks like someone you should avoid like the plague. he doesn't lure anyone into a false sense of security at all. he might as well have a sign. also, his voice is uncomfortable to listen to and the dentist dad subplot is both really strange and really absurd. also, i think that there being a debate on whether charlie could take his family with him is equally strange and absurd. he's a kid. hello???

grandpa joe: i feel jack albertson does him better if only because he seems more grandfatherly to me. also, he does well with ostrum's charlie. 2005's grandpa joe is a bit forgettable. also, "I've got a golden ticket" is a lovely song and it has a slightly goofy but enjoyable scene to accompany it.

veruca salt: again, there's nothing wrong with 2005 here, as far as i can remember. however, i appreciate 1971 because while veruca is definitely bratty, she's somewhat good at faking a "sweet little girl" persona, which is highlighted in "i want it now." she loses her cool (because she is a kid) but is pretty quickly able to regain it. it explains why the salts act the way they do with her, in addition to being too spineless to discipline her. fave thing about 2005 though, the way that girl says "squirrel." I'll never forget that.

mr. salt: wh. why is 2005's like that? i don't like him. 1971's salt is at least a bit funny. "what business are you in, salt?" "nuts" is iconic. i only mentioned this parent because this one bugs me.

violet beauregarde: both are perfectly fine. i kinda dig 2005's peak 00s tracksuit. i will say, i think 1971's blueberry is better. it's more of a blueberry and less of a gigantic blue orange like 2005's. also i like practical effects.

augustus gloop: this character is a mess in general. however, i have some bones to pick with 2005 here. firstly, the fake red hair is ghastly. secondly, how come 1971 could get a real fat german kid and you couldn't? thirdly, what in the fuck is that intro scene? where are the gloops living? why does it look rat invested? jesus. i feel like he's more offensive. honestly 2005 is more offensive point blank.

mike teavee: so. this one's up to personal preference. both are good at what was being aimed for.

1971's mike is actually somewhat likable imo. he's not horrible. he's just a bit rambunctious and watches too much tv. he's very much a typical 11 year old boy. he should heed his mother but also, it's completely understandable that he'd see this cool contraption that could send people by television and want to use it. he's 11.

2005's is a very video game loving, destined to live and die in his mother's basement, calls you slurs on xbox live, little cunt. i would punt him into the sun. his vice isn't just that he watches to much tv, he's also a bigot and I'm upset because i had to hear the r slur while relooking these characters up. you know, this is the only 2000s media i ever heard that slur in. congrats burton, you've made a character that deserves the taffy puller.

oompa loompas: these characters are bad from the get go and I'm not the right person to speak on the race portion of it. the book is racist. whether this was better adapted by the 1971 one or 2005 one, if either, i have no right to say. as far as i can tell, 2005 leans more into the white savior narrative than 1971. feel free to weigh in on this portion if you'd like.

however, i think that it was better to have more than one person play the oompa loompas. 2005's one guy copypasted looks incredibly odd and takes away from the quality of the songs. it also takes away from the diversity that the 1971 oompa loompas have in height and body type and facial features. also, having more real people will always look better than editing one guy to be multiple guys.

#this is all my opinion and not statements of fact #obviously #typewriter dings

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okay. s6 thoughts. you can pinpoint the part where my heart breaks right at the beginning of the season

i have to say though i was pleasantly surprised at how decent jay/naya was at like the 2/3rds way point of the season and onwards when its just them. like as you can tell i am not particularly fond of the way the writers attempt romance. but either way all i ask for is that jay/naya doesnt get any more drama. since i can never win with shipping in this series im not counting on it, but a girl can dream.

anyways i think its really kind of weird how all naya wanted this arc was some agency and then she... didnt even get to significantly contribute to ending the djinn. like man the only reason jay's wish got made was because she was dying for man pain. the irony is almost too much. but i digress

i simultaneously like and dislike jay's final wish bc i dislike that nya had to die and also that it undoes the whole season (except for jay and naya for some reason (????? like why does nobody else remember this. actually scratch that ive given up trying to understand how the djinn wishes work)) but i also like it because the way its presented feels like. i dont know. complete? rounded? its really weird. also fun fact im pretty sure i saw the final episode of this season and like none of the rest of it other than maybe the episode where the ninja go to jail. the wonders of cable tv

it is really terribly unfortunate, btw, that the only darker skinned character in the whole show is a rapist. i really dont like that i really dont like that at all.

in other news, zane continues to get nerfed by the writers by things outside his control because otherwise he'd be too powerful. they nerfed him when he took control of the team last season and they nerfed him again with the djinn wishes. i STILL dont understand how he deleted pixal. it makes no sense he just. did that (??????) and they didnt even try to explain

speaking of djinn lore that doesnt make sense to me, i still dont understand why he didnt just marry anybody on his ship and then wish them to be his girlfriend. like idk man that seems so much more simple.

i am also terribly terribly TERRIBLY disappointed we didnt get a "STOP THE WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" like for real what is Even The Point. whyd you even bother doing this at all. the answer is so that we could get jay/naya but man its not even explained how getting married gives him all those powers. just because. the other person doesnt even have to CONSENT and it works ????? somehow ????????? actually speaking of if she doesnt have to consent. whyd we even bother going through all this at all when she gets captured way earlier. man the lore of this season is just a mess.

im not gonna lie i really dont like the fact that zane's dad made a replacement for him. not even like a different kid its literally just zane 2.0 despite the fact that both of them are sentient and, yknow. people. that would, however, be a very interesting subplot to explore re: zane's identity as a robot but unfortunately we wont be getting that bc i dont think this show likes what i like very much. also very sad that the other zane, who is still a person btw, is gonna be trapped in that lighthouse for the rest of time.

also really really funny that old lloyd looks like a garmadon clone. reminded me of something my friend who i am liveblogging my ninjago revival to said like 3 days ago

anyways watch them give lloyd a girlfriend and watch me tear my hair out as the ninjago writers continue to curse me with their attempts at romance. im also like 40% sure a time travel arc is coming up soon but maybe im remembering wrong. guess we shall Wait And See.

also unrelated but i have to say the djinn response to a wish being "your wish is yours to keep" instead of "your wish is my command" is honestly pretty epic. i do love that.

also. a . question. are we.... are we ever going to get back to the fact that jay's bio dad is (presuming hes still alive. well i guess at the point the season leaves off he is but still you get the idea) a world famous actor and dumped his son off at a junkyard despite being fabulously wealthy and then named said son as his heir without ever contacting him (????????????????) please tell me we're going back to that. please. who the heck is his bio mom. many questions no answers.

so, my wishes for the next season: no love drama please i am on my hands and knees i am begging i am pleading no more romance. give me a break dear writers please. um other than that i was talking to previously mentioned friend earlier and i was like "well im pretty sure garmadon is coming back because if theres one thing this show hates its letting go of its cast" and she said that he comes back in an extremely mediocre way and thinks i will be mad so. that. is a thing i am . well i want to see him again but im also not so sure i want to see him again with this new information. so theres that. um i want more team interactions as always. i want people hanging out and being friends. i also want bad alt outfits. im a simple lady honestly

(preface: my infinite apologies for not getting this till now my life is a disaster rn. i am GREATLY enjoying these)

the immediate turnaround.... yeahhh. i'm a filthy early seasons stan and boy does it become very clear the more seasons they get that the struggle between the writer's cool ideas and their ability to execute them is constant and ongoing (and largely losses). im pretty sure s6 had some notoriously bad crunch too and it definitely shows

kudos to them for finally getting their one-on-one dynamic down bc it can be REALLY fun when used to its full potential but the majority of the time nya gets nerfed and its the biggest loss ever. theres so much to do with your deconstruction of the damsel how dare they fuck it up so many times 😔 dangers of an ever growing cast but cmon

i can do nothing but agree with your complex feelings on the ending bc its both incredibly frustrating and incredibly fitting. the racial implications of this show only get more,, concerning. as time goes on so tragically yeah. yeah. fuckin hell lego

zane king of my heart. the cornerstone of the team my tag is loadbearing nindroid for good reason. you are constantly correct

!!! yes!!! the one thing that could have made that entire plot line (slightly) more comedic than uncomfortable. literally nothing about this season has logic that makes sense even within JUST this season its terrible its great.

i can't even comment on the echo zane stuff its just baffling to me they don't ever use it. fucking WILD thing to make canon and then never bring it up again dear god. both intriguing implications for dr. julien's.... everything and completely squandered opportunity to actually get into robot storylines again which are 80% of the reason i watched the show. eternally crossing my fingers that those rumors about the villains are true bc dear god does julien get more fucked up the more you think about him. (preboot) chuck and dr julien are the same archetype stop making connections brain. that is a negative statement they're both well meaning but fucked up. and self flagellating for the wrong reasons

oHHH yeah. the familial symbolism in this series is like a drug to me i can't get enough of it. approaching lloyd and garmadon as the same core traits just with vastly different circumstances... ninjago has fascinating implications for the nature vs nurture debate ill leave it at that

it is!!! its cool as hell.

everything about jay is fascinating to me he has as many bonkers decisions behind his existence as lloyd does only he's supposed to be The Normal Guy so it loops back around. untapped comedic potential in him being wealthy enough to subsidize their entire crimefighting lifestyle but being too traumatized to explain why. the larry butz of ninjago.

#i... actually have not watched past this season bc my partner was Busy but Oh am I looking forward to this #as far as i know from fandom osmosis Oh you're in for a time garmadon wise. getting pedantic about resurrections is. fun #this kid deserves such a break. let lloyd be not the main character for a while. let kai do it again it was funny as hell #you!! are the most correct. character dynamics and funny outfits what else is this series for if not that. i need to get to the digital sea #son so bad i need an excuse to hunt down their goofy ass avatars #thrilled by later seasons zane getting to abuse his internet connection for comedy though. good for him imo im interested to see your takes #again so so so sorry its chaos time for me bc classes are starting. greatly appreciating these my inbox is always open if you've got tea #text✨#ninjago #why do all my comments on jay end up comparing him to another universe's Normal GuyTM. stole the guys name and can't even give him a rest #asdjfkadsjkf #liveninjablogging

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Can I survive them? Pt.1(?)

So, my dad and I are huge slasher fans, and last night we had an in-depth talk if we could take slashers or at least survive them. And this is what I came up with for myself.

Jason Voorhees (og)

Right off the bat, probably.

I wouldn't do anything to cause problems in his forest, and if anything I'd be there to do something good.

Now, of course if it's a situation of he's trying to kill me just to kill me? No, absolutely not.

I'd see that behemoth of a man and just accept death.

I'd say, 6/10 probably could survive, if I wasn't dumb.

Michael Myers (og)

Haha. No.

If he wants me dead? I'm dead.

Only way I'm surviving is if I run for the hills, but even then I probably won't get far.

1/10 very likely gonna die

Old man Myers (aka, 2018 Michael Myers)

Probably.

I wouldn't try and get in his way, or try to cause problems, so I have that going for me.

But if he ended up in my house? Hell no.

I know how to pick my battles if he was out to get me I'd accept my fate.

Solid 3/10. Only because I think he might not kill me simply due to the fact im a damn coward when it comes to big people.

Michael Myers (RZ)

Honestly?

No fucking clue.

I mean, if he did want me dead, he could easily take me out. He's like, 6'9.

But if I saw someone that big I wouldn't even look at them, and I sure as hell wouldn't enter an abandoned house where people died in.

Only other reason he might not kill me is because I'd probably be like 'wow you're tall, cool' if I ever did see him.

I'd say... 4.5/10.

Freddy Krueger

Lmao, yeah.

1; I don't dream, and when I do I pretty much recognize it's a dream.

Even then, if I'm lucid during a fucked up dream? I just start screaming that it's a dream and isn't real.

And, if it isn't a dream and he's physically coming after me?

Man fuck you krueger I'll beat your crispy ass.

9/10, like my odds but they're not 100%

Billy Lenz

Bold of you to assume we'd fight.

But in all honesty, good chance of beating his ass.

I fight dirty because I'm not that strong, so if anyone comes at me I start ripping off ears and gouging out eyes.

Even then, it's twink on twink violence.

7.5/10 really good odds.

Vincent Sinclair

honestly great odds but now for the reason you think.

I'm cajun, aka I was born and raised in southern Louisiana.

If anything, I'd meet Vincent because I was genuinely interested in his art.

And I don't think he'd find a reason to kill me (neither would Bo)

I have those good ol' southern manners, y'know??

So, 9/10, really like my odds.

Bo Sinclair

Good odds, bad reasons.

As with Vincent, I'm cajun, and would definitely end up less as a tourist, more as a lost idiot needing gas

Knowing me, I'd probably stumble across some incriminating evidence on accident, also knowing me, I'd absolutely ignore it

And well, I'm a witness, so Bo can't exactly let me go

I'd just be really (probably too) kind about the whole thing, and he wouldn't really wanna kill me

5/10, I live, but probably not allowed to leave

Bubba Sawyer (og Leatherface)

I'd compliment his mask, or bracelet.

It'd be an in the moment, panicked statement to save my own ass, sorta compliment, but i digress.

He'd (hopefully) grow interested, so I'd continue to compliment him.

Which might lead to him kidnapping me but

So, did I win? ..not really considering if I do live through it, I'll just end up being dragged into the family.

5/10, I lived but at what cost?

Any of the ghostfaces

OH HELL YEAH

One, I don't answer my phone

Two, when I do it's to be an idiot, especially to telemarketers

Three, I know how to improvise weapons

In short, if one even came at me, nontheless called me first, they ain't getting far.

10/10, can beat and would beat again.

#jason voorhees #micheal myers #rz michael myers #freddy krueger #billy lenz #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #bubba sawyer #ghostface #friday the 13th #halloween kills #halloween #rz halloween #nightmare on elm street #black christmas #house of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #scream

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