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aszles · 3 months

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csm chapter 120 but in toki pona (first 10 pages)

alright hellooo!!!! this is my first published translation in 2024 i guess!

of course i'm marketing this towards english speakers since i'm not sure if there actually is a part of the csm fandom that speaks toki pona... i hope you'll stick around to see something a little fun and different!

so if you don't know what toki pona is, allow me to explain! ☝️🤓 toki pona is a conlang created by Sonja Lang where the main draw of it is that it has less than 200 words! it sounds like it may be tricky to speak with so few words, but it's surprisingly easy and very fun! i always recommend it to anyone who has a bit of time on their hands and wants to try something new.

here i was mostly trying out gimp for comic translations, and so i translated the first 10 pages of chapter 120! i chose this because... it's silly! also fun fact, the start of this chapter was one of the things that pushed me to read chainsaw man!

ok that's enough preface rambling, let's get on with it!

i think typically the first page should be full sized if it has to, but nayuta peace sign is just so cute..!

alright, if you wanna feel like you're on a date with asa then keep reading to find an english translation and translator's notes! if not... feel free to leave, i hope you eat something nice today! (omekapo!)

semi-literal translation:

yoru: woof! woof! woof!!

nayuta: HAHAHAHAHAHA!! yoru: woof woof! wooof!! denji: Nayuta! what did you do?! nayuta: i turned her into an animal. denji: why?!?! nayuta: because she [kissed] my thing! (here she basically says that yoru interacted with nayuta's thing using her mouth. it's a very vague statement)

denji: i'm not your thing! turn her into a human now!! nayuta: want food! can't! (technically she says "food desire! no ability!") nuh uh! denji: ah?! i'll make food. when you eat turn her into a human!! nayuta: 'kay!

denji: eat and turn her into a human. i'm not joking. nayuta: hey! this is my food! bad! bad!! nayuta: hey... do you really want her humanity? (sounds very weird in english but i'm not sure a better way to put it) denji: what?

nayuta: Denji. every woman tries to kill you, right? why is this animal different? denji: why...? i have a feeling. nayuta: hmmmm.... good. (this is being used as an affirmation similar to "alright" or "very well then") you won't die. okay. i'll turn her into a human.

nayuta: but, two things. if they're not good to you, then she'll be an animal forever. denji: what are they?! nayuta: number one. i can eat ice cream (cold sweet) all the time. denji: i want (it) too. nayuta: number two.

nayuta: don't be nice to her. denji: are you joking?! nayuta: uh, i'm (being) real. this is the best. she's bad to my nose. denji: your nose?

denji: is she like a wet animal? nayuta: weirdo, wet animals are good! anyways, don't be nice to her! i'll change her knowledge... so that to her you didn't come (today)! denji: you'll what?! then she'll hate me!

nayuta: not important. you won't talk to her. denji: ahhh...

denji: you're number one, nayuta...

tadaaaa! there we have it! now time for some translator notes, of which there are actually not a ton.

toki pona is surprisingly difficult to adapt for different kinds of characters. due to having no register, it's hard to make characters seem more punky or polite than normal, and to distinguish between adult and child characters. here particularly we have the issue that, while Nayuta is a child, she's also super smart! so making grammatical mistakes doesn't really seem in line for her character. the main action i took was doubling up "la" with her. this isn't incorrect, but there are more optimal ways to say things to avoid ambiguity. i thought that perhaps a kid wouldn't think ahead with their words as much as an adult would, and may end up with this quirk in their speech.

related to the last note, one possible way of making a character seem younger or less proper is having them use nimisin ("unofficial" community made words). it's a fun idea, but it's kinda inaccessible and also... i don't really know nimisin! guess i'm not hip enough >_<

the name Nayuta luckily fits with toki pona phonetics (with the y changed to a j)! Denji doesn't quite, so i opted for Tensi. this is the most direct tokiponisation of his name. it sounds a bit like tenshi! (angel in japanese)

just a little something. i went with humans being "jan" and devils "monsuta" (hybrids and fiends may be jan monsuta and monsuta jan respectively, or they could have nimisin) so.. why are these two using jan? well for Denji that's an easier question, as he is basically human-first and also had the name before he became a hybrid. (also there's no need to be so descriptive with a headnoun) as for Nayuta, she uses jan because she's sort of undercover. depending on the circumstances, or when referring to her with her real name (like saying Control Devil in english) she would be monsuta. some devils who gave themself a name use jan, while others such as Power use monsuta (because why would she call herself a human when devils are clearly superior?!)

suwi lete or lete suwi? that is the question. here i decided to go with suwi lete because i think the most appealing aspect to Nayuta is likely the sweetness!

i hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable! i wonder what i'll find to translate next >w> thank you so much for reading if you did! sina lukin la mi pilin pona a!

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man spoilers #csm spoilers #csm art #csm fanart #my art #my stuff #toki pona #toki ante #ante toki #csm denji #denji hayakawa #i finished buddy stories last night and like OH. yeah denji hayakawa is fucking real #csm yoru #war devil #csm nayuta #nayuta hayakawa

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter One: Initially (Jason Todd's POV)

Terrence McGinnis. Case number two-sixty-seven. Breaking and entering, vandalism, petty theft, and armed robbery. I don't know what I expected. Maybe I thought he'd be taller. He was small, almond-eyed, rosy-cheeked. He looked painfully familiar. "Terrence—. No one calls you Terrence, huh? You gave me a look," I whispered as I reached to shake his hand.

"Terry... And I don't shake hands," Terry replied. I nodded.

"Terry, did anyone tell you who I was?" I questioned.

"You're supposed to fix me, right?" Terry asked. I raised an eyebrow.

"Depends on whether or not you think you're broken, Terry. Is that what you think of yourself?" I asked. Terry shrugged.

"Does it matter what I think? I've heard what everybody's been saying," Terry replied, "They talk about me like I can't understand what they're saying."

"I'm not here for them... I'm here for you, and I'm here to listen to you. Speaking of your wants and needs, do you want a soda or something? I missed breakfast," I replied. Terry fidgeted with a number sticker on the table, nodding. "What do you want?"

"If you press ginger ale on the Hansen's machine, you get two sodas free. Press ginger ale, and then press the pictures for whatever sodas you want," Terry explained. I grinned.

"Good looking out, Terry. What flavor do you want?" I asked as we stood up and walked toward the vending machines. I pressed the ginger ale button and got a soda for myself and one for Terry. "You've got me for two hours, so feel free to get snacks while we're here."

"Why?" Terry asked.

"Because it's four o'clock, and you're a fourteen-year-old kid. I know you've gotta want a bag of chips or popcorn or something," I replied, "And when I was in your place, the man that took me in got me something to eat. That's something that stuck with me."

"You were in my place?" Terry asked.

"I was well on my way," I replied, "I was boosting tires, B-and-E, lifting from stores and stuff... Do you want something to eat?"

He picked out a bag of chips. I let him eat while I pulled my thoughts together. "Thanks," Terry whispered. I nodded. "What'd you want to talk about?"

"When you need advice, who do you talk to?" I asked.

"Like an adult?" Terry asked.

"Or a friend," I replied, "Do you not have an adult that you feel understands you? And before you answer, that doesn't mean the adults in your life are bad. It just means that they don't relate to you."

"They don't get it. I know they're busy with the divorce and my brother and everything, but they—. You know about that stuff already," Terry mumbled.

"Yeah, but on paper, they're just facts. My job is to find out how you feel about the facts and how we can navigate your struggles together to make your life better. My job is to help you make your life better," I explained.

Terry took a sip of his soda. "Until I get out of here, right?" Terry asked.

"Nuh-uh. As long as you want me around. I'll give you my card before I leave today, and you can call me anytime you need me," I replied, "Now, let's get into what you want moving forward."

Terry liked to talk. I think that's what surprised me the most. He told me about everything he'd ever done and how he didn't know what to do once his parents finalized their divorce. And I listened. That's all he wanted. He talked so long that I almost forgot we only had two hours. Terry was an interesting kid. Insightful. By the end of the two hours, we were both hesitant to leave. I gave him my card and told him I'd be back in the weeks his parents couldn't visit.

"Jason Todd... Mr. Todd, are you gonna come back for real?" Terry asked.

"Two weeks. After your Mom and Dad visit you, I'll be there. First Sunday and last Sunday," I replied, "I promise, Terry... And call me Jason. Mr. Todd was my father."

I left our visit feeling recharged, but I didn't expect anything to come from it because kids forget so fast. So, I went home, wrote notes on everything he told me, and cross-referenced them with his case file. Terry's mother worked for AstroTech, and his father worked for Wayne-Powers. He came from an average family, but I couldn't help but feel strange about him. It felt like he didn't fit into his own puzzle. I had an appointment to meet his father in the morning but couldn't sleep.

I hadn't felt this way about a case in years. I stopped killing a while back because the criminal element in Gotham shifted. It used to be adults. It used to be simple. I stopped killing because the criminals got younger, more impressionable, and more cult-like. These kids weren't thinking for themselves. They were picking up where the criminal element of my time left off, and I had to change my angle. I couldn't go around killing children, so I tried my hand at rehabilitation. Terry was supposed to be my last case. He was my semi-retirement. The kid looked like a simple case on paper, but meeting him changed everything. Terry wasn't meant to be a criminal, and I think he knew that deep down. Still, Terry would require time, attention, and something I couldn't quite see yet. I wanted to help him, and I wanted to know him. I couldn't bear to take cases like his. The attachment was unbearable because the kid and I could do everything right, but Gotham could still swallow him up. It could still take him out because that's how the city was. Good kids and easy cases worried me because the kids with angles and sharp edges were built to make it. Gotham hated good kids. It chewed them up and spat them out with no remorse, and goddammit Terry was a good kid.

So much for semi-retirement. I put a sticky note on Terry's file for books I thought he'd like. Then I put another sticky with questions for Terry's father. I couldn't close my eyes. Every time I wanted to sleep, I thought of something else I could do. There was always something more for me to do. I think it was my way of paying penance for the sins of my youth.

Not that I regret killing the degenerates I snuffed out in my day. No. I felt guilty for the victims that I eventually forgot. Killing villains was alright, but it stopped making sense when I lost sight of the people I did it for.

My alarm went off while I was sitting at my desk, and I turned it off, made breakfast, and took it to my office. My assistant offered me a coffee, and I asked her to wait until Mr. McGinnis came. Terry's father, Warren, was a serious man. Over-stressed. He came in holding hands with a little boy I suspected was Terry's brother, Matthew. I hadn't met him before, but he looked exactly like Terry. Just younger. "Sorry, it was spring break, and there was no use in Mary and me taking the day off," Mr. McGinnis apologized. I nodded.

"It's alright, Mr. McGinnis... There's a playroom in the building if you don't mind separating for a little—."

My assistant stood up, and Mr. McGinnis nodded, allowing her to escort Matthew to the other room. "I spoke with Terry yesterday, and we had a lengthy conversation," I stated.

Mr. McGinnis looked sick to his stomach. "You can call me Warren... Um... Terry hasn't always been like—."

"Oh no, I might've misled you with my tone. Terry was great. He opened right up," I interrupted, "Personally... I think he'll be fine, but we both know he needs extra attention and support moving forward to keep him on the straight and narrow."

Warren nodded. "Has he said anything about the divorce?" Warren questioned.

Poor guy. I could tell he loved Terry to death but was missing something. He didn't understand Terry, but not for lack of trying. The man was exhausted. "He doesn't want to choose... This leaves you and Mary in a difficult situation," I replied. Warren frowned.

"We've already decided... But we weren't sure how to break it to him. We think it's best that I take him on full-time," Warren announced.

"You look worried," I noted, "This is your time to voice your concerns. If we can address them, we can help Terry."

Warren nodded before setting his glasses on my desk and hiding his face in his hands. "I'm never gonna be what he needs me to be," Warren choked on his words as he gave way to tears.

I pulled a box of tissues from my desk drawer and offered him one. "Mr.— Warren? You're trying... You raised an amazing kid—. Amazing kids... And some kids need more support than others. It doesn't make you a bad parent. You're only a bad parent if you give up on your child or demean them when they don't turn out how you imagined... You haven't done that," I reassured him.

I reached out to touch his shoulder and heard Bruce's voice in the back of my mind. You did everything you could, Jason. Then bile. I could still taste it. I shook the thought from my mind. "It's so hard... I didn't think it'd be so difficult with him," Warren cried softly.

I started to cry tears of my own. I wept for things I longed to feel again. "Warren, I'm here for your family. I'm here," I promised through my tears. I couldn't look up. I couldn't face Warren. He was everything that I wasn't. I wished I was in his place. But I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.

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radreactions · 2 years

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Companions favorite prewar item

Ada - old texbooks on literally anything mechanics, technology or otherwise science-y related. The amount of times Curie has busted her raiding her private library...

Cait - boots. The kind built for curb stomping a guy's head all the while feeling the comfort of baby seal leather boots. Do not, I repeat, do NOT let her catch you wearing thongs/flip flops. Deacon found out the hard way that the slapping sound reeeally gets on her nerves.

Curie - Prewar dresses, mostly the kind with pretty floral patterns and the poofy skirts. Whenever she's in one, her smile lights up every room she enters.

Danse - military holotapes from before the war. He has always been fascinated by the tactics used and the question of what, if anything, could have changed the outcome of the great war.

Deacon - you know those yellow chicken toys with the squeakers in their bellies that scream AAAAAEEEEERRRPPPP when pressed? Yeah. That!

Dogmeat - AAAAAAEEEEERRRRRRPPPPP *happy barking*

Gage - he's actually pretty fond of the idea of cars. Walking everywhere gets damn tiring, especially when he's forced to trek across the damn desert, sweatin' from every crack and crevice imaginable. Sole has lost count of the times he has tried to bribe them into fixing one up for him.

Hancock - chems of course! Nothing beats an aged to perfection, 200 year old dose of pure, unadulterated happiness.

MacCready - comic books! Preferably Grognak, but the Unstoppables and Silver Shroud are also close to his heart.

Maxson - cigars, both for smoking and for collecting. The rarer the better, but don't make the mistake of giving him San Francisco Sunlights.

Nick Valentine - Jenny. Always, always her. Or at least, his memories of her.

Old Longfellow - dogs, for sure. You just can't beat a non-horribly irradiated furry little best friend who is always happy to see you.

Piper Wright - candy. Hands down, full stop, no thinking necessary, nuh uh. In fact, it's worth asking what kind of pre war candy she doesn't like. Nat will be the first to say she hasn't found a single one - the day that happens is likely to be the day Brahmin fly.

Preston Garvey - Old Western movies that Sole has managed to scavange and hook up to the drive in theatre's projector. He enjoys feeling the small glimpse of what could have been his childhood if things had've worked out just a bit different for the world.

Strong - he hates most things from before the war, but you can't go wrong with the way they used to cook meat. In fact, it's Sole's most redeeming quality!

X6-88 - strangely enough, alcohol. Not to drink, but he likes the aesthetic of having pristine, still full alcohol bottles on display in his home. One of each type, but he knows to keep some spare since some have suspiciously gone missing.

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theclosetedskeleton · 8 months

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please infodump about your damn skippy oc please i beg

YAHSHANXNABX YAYAYAYAY

okay here we go

I dont have an uhh actual name for the oc (yet), ill try to think about one soon. Anyways

He's (obv referring to my damn skippy oc) energetic and constantly moving around the place. Damn skippy oc try to sit still in one place (failed INSTANTLY).

+ "Naturally curious (Good example for this idea would be the song "rainwater") and lives in their daydreams" kinda person. (When robots attack) (ik theres the line 'how i wish this was just a dream' in when robots attack, but I imagine the scenario wasnt a "daydream" he has and moreso of an actual dream that feels real.)

[going back to the last part, I imagine the entire damn skippy album is just the oc going on these silly tangents abt their life + daydreams (maybe minus "ode to crayola", as I already have a diff oc for that song alone)]

Pronouns - He/they (Was originally gonna go with he/him but i like the concept of "he/they DS oc better)

Physical features !!!

DS has these swirls in their eyes, like the back of the album cover. Confession - Every now and then i think the pinkish color makes him look high but then i add the blue and im like "nuh uh" HWKAN 😭

They also have these star pupils, I added the idea when i first designed the oc back in jan-feb time period. Btw these features arent like contact lenses those are his actual eyes :3 I imagine my DS oc to be like... 80% human and the 20% is uhhh I dont know that answer

Along with this, theres like this ink or whatever that seeps from his eyes. Theyre not tears or anything, no matter what they do to remove the ink it just comes back eventually, but the ink only gets down to a certain point to where it just stops flowing.

small features !!! he wears a lot of stickers on their face, mainly because the stickers are really cool

LOTS of kandi bracelets/wrist bands/spiked bracelets. There probably was a time where he was a scene kid, and they still take inspiration from that 2000s/2010s scene time period.

[side note!!! this doesnt relate with my oc 100% but

on the topic of the kandi bracelets part, DS makes a lot of kandi bracelets for HTTJB (another oc based on a LD album) (The hip to the javabean oc isnt my oc, its @shrimpmcbites 's). Occasionally DS will just give HTTJB a new kandi bracelet for no apparent reason. ]

LOTS OF COLOR !!!!!!!! DS constantly wears so many things dealing with color and bright things, like as if those saturated bright colorful photos were a person.

DS IS TRANS!!!!!! trans ftm to be specific. fuck making all my characters different.... i WILL project on every one of them

(on a specific note, DS hasnt gotten any sort of medical transition like HRT or top/bottom surgery)

Projecting on my oc once more !!!! but fuck i dont care - DS is aroace and queerplatonic !!!! + DS is also in a qpr W/HTTJB because me and @shrimpmcbites said so muahaha (we are both projecting...)

(Geeks is love is abt them !!!!! the line "I don't think they'll ever get the groovy standards that we set for love" fits oh so perfectly with the fact the DS and HTTJB oc's are in a qpr)

Okay now for a bit of silly facts

Favorite drink - Tea !!! of any kind !!!! or maybe koolaid or the type of water drinks where you pour the syrup of a flavor in water and you get juice if yk what im talking abt

Favorite food - I imagine DS to really like smores. especially the ones with too much extra stuff and too many marshmellows and chocolate

Favorite type of music - anything DS can dance to. or just move around to. He doesn't really like sad songs.

Favorite color -Probably all of them but mainly the really saturated BRIGHT colors

Hobbies -

Dancing (not really good at it, + is not a professional, they just do it bc he NEEDS a way to channel all of the internal energy they have.),

Reading (only comic/graphic novels, anything else and he just loses attention)

KANDI - They has SO. MANY. KANDI. STUFF. AT HOME. probably even a few pieces of kandi clothing because of all of the extra time they have on his hands.

Video games - Esp those really retro ones, but he'll play almost any video game that goes in their hands

HOLY SHIT THIS POST IS SO LONG. idk what else to add but if anyone reads this till the end and has any input about the oc send me an ask about it because my DS oc (and @shrimpmcbites 's HTTJB oc) has been CLAWING at my brain and i need people to talk to me about them

#closet rambles again on tumblr #oc info #Damn skippy #Lemon demon #Lemon demon oc

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h0nkch0c0late · 9 months

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Also, a reason why I don't write explicit smut is because of this (and also bc I'm uncomfortable with it and suck at writing it)

I am a biromantic asexual. For me, the idea of sex is alright, but the actual act is a big NUH UH, and I don't enjoy it :)

It took me a while to really figure out what I was, and before, I just identified as bisexual. But now I know, and understand why I've never been and never will enjoy writing smut.

I think a big part of how I was able to accept this about myself was Heartstopper. Both the comics and the show. And I think season 2 and

SPOILER AHEAD

Isaac's Aromantic/asexual journey has assured me. Also, without Heartstopper, I don't think i would have anyone to relate to. And the community is so wonderful.

Thank you, Heartstopper <3

Sincerely,

You're favourite tumblrina Goose, Honk

🩷💜💙

🖤🩶🤍💜

#heartstopper #nick nelson #isaac heartstopper #fanfiction writer #asexual #biromantic

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thelextheluthor · 1 year

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I have a sort of love/hate relationship with Titans (the series on HBO Max) because:

On one hand I could literally not imagine anyone better to play any of these characters like Brenton Thwaites is peak Dick energy and Curran Walters makes baby asshole Jason look easy and Iain Glen is perfect Bruce material and Joshua Orpin gives off Superman vibes and also manages to make Conner feel young and inexperienced etc. There's also a good dynamic between most of the characters and they help each other out and they showing that they're people. They're people with problems and secrets and struggles, sure, but they're people. And they care. About each other. About the world. And the series shows that.

But. It also frustrates me to no end. Incoming huge rant, btw.

(warning- lots of spoilers for the show, mostly season 3 cuz that's where I have most of my beef with, and also i haven't watched s4)

Usually because of little -mostly Batman related- things that aren't really noticable to people not really into DC but are there nonetheless like: Dick is not his fucking legal name. It's Richard. No it's not going to say Dick on legal documents. I'm talking mostly about the episode where he got fucking arrested and they pulled up his file (and showed his passport to I think). Also his middle name is fucking John, people, not that hard to look up. (I'm pretty sure they do the same thing with Jason and make his middle name something completely random, but I'm sure in most if not all canons it's Peter). Just. Richard John Grayson. It's not that hard 🙄🤚 Nobody who is either not close to him or has no sense of boundaries will call him Dick. His (adoptive) father is Bruce MF Wayne. Richard, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Grayson-Wayne, whatever that canon is making his last name, that is what they will call him out of RESPECT, if not to him, to the one name everyone in Gotham knows.

Bruce's age is another thing. I have absolutely nothing against Iain Glen, pretty amazing Bruce, but your telling me Bruce is how old? Iain is 61. Like. I'm pretty sure he adopts Dick in his 20's. It's not him being an experienced adult. He's still young. So he WILL screw up. As a person and as a parent. Same thing for the young Dick flashbacks, like, an eight year old from a circus definitely would not know how to drive a car. I do love how he started off on the path of vengeance, because as a "darker" show, Titans is meant to highlight those parts of him hidden by traffic light colors and puns, but one of his things is that he's pretty much the age Bruce was when his parents died. The kid in the show was no younger than 13 in his earliest flashbacks (again, same with Jason and Tim. These kids showed up looking like high school graduates, which, sure, is young to be starting a life of crime-fighting, but you gotta remember that Jason died at 15 in the comics, and Tim never even graduated).

Another thing is, I really do want the show to introduce Damian, but I doubt that this version of Bruce would be able to raise a kid ever again, probably doesn't trust himself enough to, plus he's like in his 50's so either he had Dami really late or he -like the rest of the bat-fam so far- is really aged up when he starts his whole Robin thing, which also kinda worries me because Tim barely got introduced in the 3rd season and I think he will be Robin in the 4th, so I heavily doubt we'll get murder baby 10 year old-ish Damian. And while being young isn't all Damian is, it's a little crucial to his story because you see an adult who was trained to be a killer and you see them as dangerous, sure, but an adult. Actually seeing, witnessing a child being a murder weapon, knowing that that is all their childhood was, that is pretty twisted.

Also I feel like Dick's whole "prison arc" schtick just wasn't him because dude's whole thing was "adopting strays" and he just up and left a whole ass kid in charge of a tower and a comatose patient & got himself thrown into prison on purpose. Nuh uh. If there's one thing that separated Dick and Bruce personality-wise, I think it's that Dick is the one who helps and loves people from the bottom of his heart. Bruce does love people, but he doesn't know communication or where to draw the line between work and personal life. Dick also has that same problem and we see it, he knows it and resents it because he knows that's a *Bruce* trait, but he on the other hand has a support system, people who care and help. Because that's what the Titans is. And Dick wouldn't up and abandon that for anything.

Again with Bruce, I know fighting crime isn't the best way to raise a child, and that giving a traumatized child deadly weapons to fight their inner demons will leave scars, but I wholeheartedly believe that Bruce was trying to be a good parent. In the show, he's really no more than a mentor. The most emotion I've seen is AFTER Dick becomes Nightwing(in one of Dick's flashbacks, he communicated through fucking letters. Dick was practically alone). Same goes for Jason. This was supposed to be another kid Bruce saw himself in, someone lost and alone. And when we saw his computer files on possible future Robins?

Keeping the roll with Bruce, he does things I feel like neither Bruce or Batman would do. Hell, when Jason died, first thing he did was kill the Joker. That is Jason's whole schtick after getting revived‼️His whole problem with Bruce is that he let the Joker live, even after everything, even after his own son died! Nothing changed to Jason! His death didn't mean anything!

#lex quacks #dc #titans #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #minor damian mention #this was sitting in my drafts #collecting MAD DUST

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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small || stranger things ; s.harrington

Authors Note: All my short ladies, where ya at? It's our time to shine, babes!!

This has nothing at all to do with the dual oc fic I'm planning / trying to write but a screaming session last night with the babe @rampagewriting over certain ah... Things related to some of the Stranger Things guys, well... That definitely inspired this. I believe the original idea was based on a TikTok shown to be by @rampagewriting about a couple with a height difference. Side note; Steve Harrington definitely likes being the taller one in a relationship. I don't make the rules.

Warnings: None, tbh.

Tag List: Ah fuck.. there's nobody on it yet. But if you wanna be, that can be arranged.

Other Stuff : tag list || pinned - my rules || requests; open, headcanons only please and thanks !!

I do not consent to my work being reposted / rewritten, posted elsewhere or plagarized.

The Motley Crue playing at a low volume had him raising an eyebrow as he wandered into Scoops Ahoy. Robin was already there, talking to another girl and almost the instant Robin caught sight of him, she snickered.

Elbowing the other girl.

The two wandered out from behind the counter and Steve’s eyes were glued to the shorter girl. She hadn’t noticed him staring yet and that was probably a damn good thing too. When she finally did glance his direction, she had this playful look dancing in her eyes.

“You must be Steve.” she spoke up, an attempt to draw him into conversation.

“Yeah.” he chuckled. Repeating her name as Robin introduced her. Playing it as cool as he could when Robin explained that the shorter girl was going to be working with them for the rest of the summer.

The way she bit her lip when he repeated her name had him clearing his throat. Shuffling his feet against the tacky floor tiles of the ice cream parlor. Motley Crue gave way to something softer and a little more pleasant to listen to and before he realized it he was staring at her like an idiot all over again.

All that was missing were the comical bulging eyes, a heart beating way too rapidly and his jaw dragging the floor. If he thought he got chokeslammed by cupid the last time this whole annoying love at first sight shit happened to him not so long ago, it was nothing compared to now.

Robin snapping her fingers in front of his face in annoyance was what drew him back into the atmosphere and out of those big and beautiful eyes of the other girl present.

“So who will I be working with tomorrow?” the other girl asked. Robin found herself watching in amusement as her old friend immediately went into flirt mode. The more surprising thing itself was that Steve Harrington was flirting right back with her old friend. All the classic signs were there.

If either of them stepped any closer they’d be pressed right against each other.

Customers came in and Steve rushed to the front, going into what Robin liked to call game show host mode and as soon as he wasn’t paying any attention, Robin fixed her eyes on the other girl.

“What?” she shrugged as if she had no clue why Robin was looking at her the way she was at the moment.

“Don’t what me… What the hell was that?” Robin asked, gesturing at Steve who gave her a sarcastic wave. Robin laughed and turned to face her friend. “You like him.. Oh my god, you like him.”

“Well, he is pretty.” the other girl admitted, shrugging almost sheepishly. “I’m just a mere girl, alright? I don’t have the god-like restraint you have.”

“It isn’t restraint. Steve is just an actual dingus. Also, totally not my type. Remember?”

The other girl gazed at Steve with a soft and sappy expression. “ Yes, I know…But look at him, he’s so fuckin cute! I’m glad he’s not your type because he’s kind of exactly mine…” as she laughed softly, teasing her friend.

“Ew. I’m disowning you.” Robin wrinkled her nose.

“Nuh uh. You’re stuck with me. Blood pact, remember?” the other girl argued.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Robin gave a mocked look of disappointment. “Do you need a cold shower? Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” the other girl pouted in exasperation. Gazing at him out of the corner of her eyes as she shrugged. “It’s not like I’m his type anyway, wasn’t he dating that Nancy girl?”

“Yeah, well..”

“See? Nothing to worry about.” the other girl gave Robin a squeeze and skipped out the door, disappearing into the crowd going past the parlor’s open door.

Steve dragged a hand over the back of his neck as he blew at the hair escaping the stupid sailors hat and falling into his eyes. “Wow.”

“Oh god. No.” Robin groaned, rolling her eyes. “Absolutely not, dingus. You’re not corrupting my friend.”

“Did she say anything?” Steve asked, trying to play casual. Failing miserably because Robin had been working with him long enough by now to realize all the signs. She’d gotten to know him fairly well over the past month or so and because she did, she knew exactly what was going through his mind. “The fact that she’s so short is kinda hot.” Steve remarked, both in total honesty and to annoy the living hell out of Robin.

“Dingus.. Go cool off in the freezer. We need more butterscotch.” Robin held up the empty vat of ice cream as she pointed her free hand to the door separating the back of the shop from the front.

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They were working the shop alone. They had been most of the week, come to think of it and the more they had to work together, the more painfully aware of her he became. The more he told Robin about this whenever they met up to hang out, the more she teased him. The more she hinted that there was something she knew about the new hire he had such a massive crush on that he didn’t.

No amount of begging, anything. Nothing made Robin give him even the smallest hint.

And he was at a loss as to how to start a conversation with the new girl so he was getting a little desperate.

Until the idea hit him.

Well, the new girl was the one who may or may not have given him the idea.

It all started with a can of sprinkles placed on a high shelf that she couldn’t quite reach.

“Steve!”

He looked up from the magazine he’d been reading during the lull in customers to find her attempting to stand on a chair she’d dragged over to the toppings shelf in back.

Before he even thought about it, he was on his feet, heading over to her. He grabbed hold of her hips and hoisted her up, sitting her on his shoulders so she could snag the canister and when he placed her back on her own feet she’d tilted her head to the side a little to stare up at him and the giggle that came.. That damned playful, flirty giggle.

He was hooked.

It became sort of a personal challenge for him. Every time he saw her name on the schedule with his, he’d place something out of her reach or he’d purposely tighten the lids on the jars of toppings so they couldn’t be opened easily.

And it was all going good too, until Robin caught onto it when she happened to be working with both of them and noticed just how many times during a shift her friend had to go over to Steve and ask him for his help reaching something. Or loosening a lid like she’d just done a few minutes before with a little jar of maraschino cherries.

Steve opened the lid and held the jar out to her and just like usual, Robin’s friend tilted her head and gave him the cute little giggle and the grin that gave him the rush -and the serotonin, necessary to continue breathing a little longer. Or something equally sappy.

Robin waited until her friend was out of earshot and then she whirled around to look at Steve, a hand on her hip as she tried not to laugh.

“You’re doing it on purpose.” Robin accused.

“Doing what?” Steve asked innocently.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what I’m talking about.” Robin folded her arms and stared him down, barely hiding the amusement.

“I’m not doing anything. I don’t know what you’re talkin about, Robin.” Steve shook his head and shrugged. “I’m not!” he insisted when Robin gave him one of her little smirks.

“Tightening the lids and putting stuff out of her reach.” Robin stated calmly. “You’re doing it on purpose and it needs to stop. Just talk to her, dingus. Stop making her reach for things.” Robin said it as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do.

But it wasn’t. Steve knew it wasn’t because he’d tried just talking to her on more than one occasion. And while they did indeed talk, he knew she was totally oblivious to his previous attempts at flirting with her. It threw him for a loop. He wasn’t fully adjusted to the ideal that he wasn’t Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins High anymore.

He was just another guy. Another guy who apparently, didn’t have a goddamn clue when it came to properly catching a girls attention like he used to believe he could. It kind of stung, especially when this particular girl was one he wanted so badly that he could practically taste it.

“I’ve tried that, Robin! Or have you totally missed that? What do you think I’ve been doing?” Steve asked, catching sight of the other girl out of the corner of his eyes as she made her way over.

“I mean it, Steve. Stop making her reach for things, dingus.” Robin warned one last time before gathering her things, discarding her apron and heading to the back to clock out.

Steve took a few long and deep breaths. Getting himself together because earlier when he opened the cherries he’d tightened the lid on, she’d kind of leaned against him a little, dragging a red tipped finger up and down the front of his uniform top and leaving him officially fucked for focus and a working brain cell for the rest of their shift in the process.

If she had one tenth of a clue what she did to him…

Her throat cleared behind him.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Think you can help me?” she was doing it again, by God. Biting her lip as she gazed up at him,

“Yeah, yeah. What’s up?” he asked, keeping himself as smooth and calm as possible.

He hadn’t tightened any more lids or placed anything else out of her reach, so he wondered what she was about to ask.

She turned facing away from him. “The zipper on this stupid top is stuck.”

Steve gulped because if he hadn’t, he would’ve nearly swallowed his own damned tongue. “I..uh.. Yeah.” he finally managed to get his brain and mouth functioning together at the same time as he reached out, giving the zipper a careful tug. At the sight of red lace beneath, he gulped again. Tugging at his collar while she was safely turned away and couldn’t see him, feeling like a pervy disaster because this bullshit were the things he was reduced to doing just to get her attention.

She spun around to face him and stepped closer. Toying with the stupid red tie at his neck for a second or two quietly, holding his eye contact the entire time.

“What are you doing after work?” she asked. Steve was caught totally off guard by the question. And assuming she was just asking to be polite, he shrugged. “Nothing, I mean.. What about you?”

“Well,” she melted against him just a little bit more, “I was thinking about sneaking into the movies. They’ve got this killer movie playing right now.” she pouted a little. Almost a teasing pout. Steve shuffled his feet around, dragging a hand through his hair. “Oh yeah?” he asked.

If he were the same guy he’d been last year, hell, two years ago.. He’d have definitely assumed she was flirting and went for it.

But he wasn’t. And he didn’t want to assume something and make an idiot out of himself. Especially not considering how much he really did happen to like her and want to get to know her better.

A lot better.

Yeah, he wanted to get real close to her.

,, You might even be falling for her, idiot.” the thought came, taunting him almost. ,, You are falling for her.” his brain corrected.

“Mhm. But it’s a horror movie and I don’t do so well with those. I don’t wanna go see it alone.” she was practically purring. Toying with the red tie on his uniform top a little more as she looked up at him. Soft laughter bubbling up as she mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out.

“Huh?” he asked the question in a daze and he spent the next five seconds of silence torn between kicking himself and wishing the floor would open and swallow him.

“I said.. I’m flirting with you, Steve. Jesus Christ.” she pouted a little as she said it and turned as if she were going to walk away, muttering that it was a dumb idea, that Robin didn’t have a clue what she was talking about and now things were going to be awkward.

Steve finally caught up to her, right before she started to disappear into the back.

“You were flirting with me?” Steve pointed to himself as he gazed at her in disbelief.

“Duh! I was beginning to wonder if I was gonna have to like.. Walk out here bare assed naked to clue you in. Then Robin told me what you were doing so I decided two can play that game.” she shrugged, a hand to her mouth barely hiding a laugh.

“Robin.. Damn it.” Steve grumbled under his breath right as Robin walked out and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Going home now! I’ll see you two lovebirds later!”

“Hey, wait! He didn’t exactly..” she frowned as Robin made the fastest exit out of the ice cream parlor possible. “He didn’t exactly say he’d see the movie, goofball, Jesus. She acts as if my plan was fool-proof.”

Steve snickered quietly when he heard what she mumbled to herself.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t, either.” he spoke up quietly.

She grinned and laughed softly. Stepped closer to him and gazed up as she toyed with the stupid red tie. “So… will you?”

Steve chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. Ya know, I was working up to asking you first…Right?”

She giggled quietly. “You were taking too long, Harrington. I thought I’d speed up the process.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x female!reader fanfiction #my writing ; stranger things ; c; steve harrington

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Needed to nail down my design for Spectra for uhh reasons

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i’m gonna say it

batman year one is also garbage

#dendarii.orig #dendarii.txt #16th #December #2019 #December 16th 2019 #bruce wayne spent more time away from gotham learning to be batman than he did being in gotham before he left #why is he so attached to it? he doesnt know this city any more #25 yr old back after 12 years........nuh uh dont accept that #the idea that being batman was a eureka moment he had while seeing a bat after AFTER doing all that training #when bruces entire thing is being overprepared? no i dont accept it hes been planning this since he entered training #the stuff with selina is good tho we can keep that #but the actual batman related stuff in it is garbage #detective comics comics #green squishy lots

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188. porky’s poppa (1938)

release date: january 15th, 1938

series: looney tunes

director: bob clampett

starring: mel blanc (porky, porky’s poppa, narrator), bob clampett (duck)

it’s safe to say that 1938 was porky’s best year. speaking in terms of solo cartoons, that is. his cartoons were genuinely funny, stimulating, and he looked great appearance wise. 1939 the porky burnout started, and he was slowly reduced to a smiling stock character whose adversaries and costars were much more alive than he was.

as daffy (and later bugs) rose to popularity, porky slipped into the sidekick role, paired primarily with the duck. with that said, the porky/daffy cartoons are some of the funniest around, and i firmly believe the best cartoons for the both of them are the ones where they’re paired together—with a few exceptions, of course.

however, let’s not get ahead of ourselves: a great year of pig stardom awaits. porky’s father, who made a few appearances during the joe dougherty era, makes his final return. in a story that has loose similarities to the premise of porky’s railroad, porky struggles to convince his father that their cow, bessie, is a much better fit for the farm than the newfangled mechanical cow his father has his eyes on.

the introduction is one of the funniest aspects of the cartoon itself. a hand erases the title credits, scrawled on a blackboard, and fills in “PORKY’S POPPA... HAS A FARM”, mirroring the underscore of “old macdonald” (with substitute lyrics) below it.

a layout of the farm cuts to our pint-sized hero, grinning at the camera as the vocals sing “...and on this farm he had a pig: porky pig, you know.” bobe cannon animates porky struggling to sing along with the lyrics, his “oh buh-beh-boy!”s lagging with the beat. the music halts just in time for porky to pump his fists in frustration, not stuttering once as he grumbles “oh, skip it!”

repeatedly cutting back to the layout of the farm in conjunction with the lyrics is practically a gag within itself. the song grows increasingly absurd, with a goose honking horns, a cow showing off her legs as the vocals sing “with a little calf here, with a little calf there...”, struggling to keep up with the rapid pace of the song. bob clampett lends his own voice to a random duck (no relation to daffy!), following a hand pointing at certain areas of the farm and quacking (”with a little quack here, with a little quack there...”)

finally, the duck in his psuedo-donald duck voice instructs “EVERYBODY SING!”, complete with some fun and unique typography. the entire song falls to pieces--before, the cutting back to the farm’s layout added an incongruous feeling of calm to balance out the wacky antics of the animals and the song. now, everything happens at once. the duck zips across the screen in a quacking frenzy, the mother cow shows off her baby calves, thrusting them to the beat of the music, the goose is a one man band of assorted horns, etc. blissful chaos.

things slow down as we cut back to porky, who smugly whips out a phonograph behind his back. the record is just him saying “oh boy!”, playing correctly to the beat of the music. he’s got this song number figured out... or does he?

even technology can’t conceal his stutter. the record begins to skip, mimicking the sound of his stutter, and porky smashes the phonograph to pieces as he slams it against the ground. the wordless yet furious stare he gives the audience as the dying record croaks out a distorted “oooooooh..... boooooooooy....” is nothing short of priceless. though he didn’t say a word himself during this scene, his motives, thoughts, and emotions are clearly visible. you can FEEL his pride at his solution, as well of the subsequent fury of his solution blowing up in his face. a wonderful end to a hilarious song sequence.

“but on his farm, he has a mortgage... woe, oh woe, oh woe!” the score turns in to a mournful, minor key dirge, with anthropomorphic mortgage papers posing proudly on the farm. some very clever posing and metaphorical play as we fade to porky’s dad, moping around on the farm, the mortgage aligning with his silhouette and becoming a physical weight on his back. more playing with typography as the narrator reads aloud the words on the screen:

this is a parody of the march of time, a radio program who would often announce the death of a notorious person by declaring “and so, today, as it must to all men, death came to [name], [age].” even without the context, the gag is rather amusing, bringing a different change of pace to the cartoon with the addition of a narrator and the typography. knowing the source of the gag makes it hit just the right spot.

porky’s dad mutters about ruination, how he has no milk and no money, etc. mel blanc does a fine job of mimicking joe dougherty, maintaining the stutter and the low voice--in the dougherty cartoons, porky’s father was just dougherty’s natural speaking voice, whereas porky was sped up considerably. you can hear both at once here for comparison.

we pan over to the cause of one of these stresses: their cow, bessie, has been quarantined (how timely!) for “hoof ‘n mouth trouble”, a play on hand-foot-and-mouth disease. clampett opts to take things just a step further--we truck inside the stall to see bessie posing for the camera, grinning with her foot INSIDE her mouth, batting her eyelashes and all. the “bull bontana” (bull montana) poster plastered inside of her stall is a clever touch.

after seeing that bessie’s production chart has dipped overwhelmingly into the negatives--a roll of paper unfurling at porky’s father’s feet, indicating just how poor the farm is doing--he places an “out of order” sign on the stall door.

suddenly, porky’s father grows aggravated. “i need to send you to the hamburger factory!” cue a close-up of bessie tearfully picturing her fate--a pile of burgers and hotdogs make up her figure. clampett would reprise this gag (albeit in a much more cruel manner) in porky’s last stand 2 years later, where daffy eagerly envisions a steaming hot hamburger in place of an innocent little calf.

this is the second cartoon to make an ACME reference, the first being buddy’s bug hunt back in 1935. porky’s father phones up ACME mail order company, asking for “one cow--airmail”. context clues are just as important to the gag than the reveal itself: porky, his father, and bessie all become alert to the sounds of an airplane making a cacophony overhead. suddenly, a package bursts through the barn ceiling, floating to the ground with a neatly tied parachute. the animation appears to be the work of john carey, from the tall, pill-shaped eyes to the slow, drawn out way that porky blinks.

norm mccabe takes over to animate the grand reveal. lots of wonderful little subtleties: porky and his father are timed slightly differently, giving them both a natural sense of interaction and movement. there’s a lovely little accent on porky’s father opening the package by pulling a string--he jerks his head up slightly as he plucks the string, allowing the audience to feel the physical impact and snap of the pluck. it’s subtle, but very well done.

instead of a flesh and blood cow, a mechanical hunk of metal slowly unfurls to life as the package opens. as porky’s father reads the label (The New 1938 CREAMLINED COW), porky himself objects to the new addition. “aww, eh-the-there ain’t no such animal!”

indeed there is: porky’s father loads a pile of hay into a chute, pressing down on the cow’s paintbrush tail. the cow pumps along to a brassy score of “old macdonald”, churning out milk from its metal udders, the milk pouring straight into an assembly line of bottles below. bob clampett’s puns are plentiful in this cartoon (notice how there’s no writer’s credit--he often said that he would write some of his earliest cartoons himself. i assume he wrote this one as well? i wonder how much input chuck jones had in the story?), but delivered nonchalantly, so they can actually be enjoyed. the cow caps the milk bottles by putting literal newsboy caps on top of the bottles, the paintbrush tail painting “cream paint” to the outside of the bottles and forming the illusion of cream. interesting business practices!

bobe cannon animates a delightful scene with porky. fun animation and fun dialogue make for a great combo. some very fluid, light, and fun animation of porky giving his pep talk as he hops around, swinging his arms, nonchalantly pushing his hat out of his face after getting so excited. “c’mon, eh-beh-beh-beh-bessie! we won’t let that old eh-neh-nuh-new fangled eh-ceh-co--heifer beat us. you just eat your uh-wuh-wee-weh-whea--eh-ha-hay, and show that eh-teh-eeh-eh-tin-can cow who can make the most...”

porky lowers bessie’s foot from her mouth by climbing on it, preparing to shovel a forkful of hay into her mouth, however, she shoves her foot right back in it, much to porky’s annoyance. “aww, every time you open your muh-mee-muh-me-eh-mou--kisser, ya put your eh-feh-eh-foot in it! eh-bee-bessie, you gotta eat! you eh-deh-dee-eh-don’t wanna be eh-seh-seeah-seeah-smothered in onions, eh-do ya?”

treg brown’s sound effects of doors creaking as her leg is lowered is the perfect touch to the gag. porky struggles to feed bessie, eventually getting stuck in her mouth himself as he attempts to hold both legs down to no avail. he frees himself, just in time to hatch an ingenious idea.

his plan works: porky places the entire pile of hay onto bessie’s legs, who swallows it up whole, her mouth comically huge as she attempts to swallow it. porky is overjoyed, clapping at her efforts before rushing off to give her some privacy.

instead of porky just milking her like a regular farmer, clampett pushes the entire scenario further. porky paces around in the manner of an expectant father, accompanied by a soft score of “lullaby on broadway”. the sound of a baby crying prompts porky to do a gorgeously animated head shake of surprise--bessie hands him a milk bottle, which porky carefully swaddles and places in a basket.

the charade continues, with clampett lulling us into a false sense of security with an already absurd gag. cue a gag that would have been incredibly risque in 1938: at about the fifth bottle, porky reaches out and finds that bessie hands him a bottle labeled “CHOC. MALT”, accompanied by an underscore of “i wish i was in dixie”. porky and bessie both grow bashful, but porky’s nonchalant whistling is cut to a half as bessie delivers yet another bottle. “gosh--eh-ceh-ceh-quin-eh-qui-eh--quart-tuplets!”

porky rushes over to his farther to share the good news. however, dad is too preoccupied with the fancy mechanics of the cow to pay bessie any mind. he shows porky a barrage of dairy-related puns churned out by the creamlined cow:

cottage cheese (cheese in the shapes of houses--and an outhouse for good measure--don the conveyer belt), limburger cheese (cheese slices with clothes pins pinned to their “noses” to ward off the stench), and swiss cheese (a cuckoo bird pops out of the cow’s mechanical side and sprays the cheese wheels with bullets, which turn into yodeling mouths). interestingly, mel’s voice for porky’s father changes in this scene--it’s still him, but the nasally undertones are absent. i wonder if he did this on a different day?

nevertheless, the staging of the next gag is genius. the majority of the screen is black, save for a small window revealing porky holding onto bessie’s udders. “c’mon, eh-beh-bessie! hurry eh... hurry eh... step on it!” the window expands to reveal bessie pouring a bucket of milk into a line of funnels (rather than udders), which are then evenly distributed to the bottles. “’ats a guh-geh-gee-eh-girl!”

mechanical cow seems to be doing just fine, plopping cherries on top of elaborate ice cream sundaes and milk shakes. the only fault in the system is the cow’s own personal whiskey bottle rolling down the assembly line, which it confiscates promptly.

porky, on the other hand, is making do. with an ice block on her head, bessie churns out ice cream cones to the best of her ability. as the cones grow smaller and smaller in size, porky orders her to eat more hay, which she happily does so.

now, it’s cow vs. cow. the mechanical cow opts to play some dirty tricks on bessie, pouring a jar of vanishing cream it produced onto the hay bessie is eating. and, thanks to the law of cartoon physics, the milk bottles she hands porky disappear by the minute. though the effect of the bottles disappearing may not seem like much today, for 1938 the ink and paint department did a wonderful job of demonstrating the illusion that the bottles suddenly disappeared.

with the rest of the hay now gone thanks to a hefty glob of vanishing cream, porky and bessie engage in a wild goose (cow?) chase to find more hay. the mechanical cow gobbles up every square inch of hay in sight--at one point, bessie heaves a dubious shrug to the audience. i love how they made her hooves look like hands, but still remain identifiable hooves. the scramble animation she does as she dashes out of frame (with porky clinging to her like a horse) is wonderfully done as well.

both porky and bessie and the creamlined cow exit the barn, chasing each other around the farm. the mechanical cow physically turns into a vacuum cleaner, threatening to suck up the last remaining pile of hay. in a gag that’s reminiscent of the harman-ising days (is it the inclusion of the outhouse?), the cow-turned-vacuum rushes into a shed filled to the brim with hay. the audience merely watches the shed itself shrink in size as the cow gobbles up all of the hay, the final result a puny little outhouse.

at last, the enemies reach a face-off. the last pile of hay--or, as porky puts it in his punny little way, “eh-thee-the-thee-that’s the last straw.” in a relatively tashlin-esque maneuver, clampett makes some fast cuts to heighten the suspense of the action. cut between porky and bessie to the mechanical cow to the pile of straw (facetiously labeled “MILK WEED”). the cuts grow quicker and quicker, the music crescendo-ing...

until BLAM! in a loose parallel to the finale of rover’s rival, everything explodes at once. nuts and bolts rain in the sky, as do neat little bundles of hay. however, clampett doesn’t allow the audience to rest just yet--with bessie nowhere in sight, the mechanical cow continues to charge forth, seeking refuge in a hay to release a humongous pile of milk bottles. so high, in fact, that the shed (and cow) are elevated several feet into the air. porky’s a goner.

porky’s father, who had been absent for the past few minutes, reappears to declare the tin-can cow a winner, much to porky’s visible dissatisfaction.

yet it’s not a clampett cartoon without a twist! bessie pokes her head out of the mechanical cow’s mouth, mooing the ever popular catchphrase from the ken murray show: “mmmmmmwooooooooooah, yeeeeaaaaaah!” porky gives a celebratory “oh, boy!” as we iris out--the goose and duck from earlier poke their heads into the scene just before the iris fully closes.

this is an early porky cartoon that’s just plain fun. bobe cannon’s animation of porky serves as one of the many highlights, from porky getting aggravated with his phonograph to his excited pep talk towards bessie. corny as the opening number is, it’s a lot of fun at the same time--the intensity in increasing chaos is a prevalent theme to clampett’s cartoons. just look at the climax/ending of baby bottleneck!

i don’t have many complaints towards this cartoon, if any at all. it’s not my favorite porky entry, sure, but it’s most certainly an enjoyable watch and one of his better cartoons of the ‘30s. the visual puns aren’t nearly as hamfisted as ben hardaway’s (as we’ll soon discover), making them more enjoyable than some of the jokes present in, say, daffy duck & egghead. regardless, there are a lot of unique gags, fun animation, and amusing dialogue to constitute a watch.

the cartoon is up on HBOmax, but you can also watch it here!

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Eighty One

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

July 16th, 1999

Remy glanced up from the back corner of the library as a girl laughed a little too close to comfort for him. His mom had let him come to the library on the condition that she be there (and monitor what he checked out, but neither of them acknowledged that), but he was allowed as much time as he wanted in the teen section. Which meant he could sneak in some magical-girl-manga-reading.

He checked to make sure his mom wasn’t around and continued to read. He loved this, probably a little too much for his own good, but he didn’t care right now. Right now, he just wanted to make sure the Sailor Scouts would get out of peril safely.

And maybe, one day, he’d find a place where he could rent out the books and not have to pray that no one checked out the one he was reading while he was gone.

February 14th, 2002

Remy looked over his list again, grumbling. That idea was too sappy, that one was too plain, that one didn’t have the right amount of sentimentality, the other one had too much! How hard could it be to find a proposal plan that worked?! Seriously, he was going insane figuring this out, and he hadn’t even decided on a ring, yet!

Maybe he should do that first? But no, he wanted the ring to fit the occasion too. Because Emile was a traditions sort-of guy, but Remy wasn’t. And he was pretty sure Emile would kill him if Remy bought Emile a diamond, but that meant the options for rings just grew.

“Decisions, decisions...” Remy grumbled, staring at the paper. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. He had no idea what he was going to do.

An idea struck him over the head in an instant. What if he proposed at Sleep Easy, once it was clear that the store was going to be a success? Opening day would also be dramatic, but Remy wanted to be sure that the store would do well, in case in the heat of the moment he made allusions to the success of the store relating to the success of their marriage. Yeah, that could work!

...Gay marriage would have to be legal for them to actually get married, but hey, they could probably invite their friends and Emile’s family to a ceremony even if the actual marriage part didn’t happen.

Remy smiled. Yeah, he could find a ring that he’d be willing to show off to the patrons of Sleep Easy in a ring box as he proposed to Emile. He could work with that...

He was rooting around in his desk for another piece of paper and a pen to write down more ideas when there was a knock at the office door. Remy turned with a smile to see Emile there. “Hey, stranger,” Remy said. “What’s up?”

“You’ve been in here for at least two hours. It’s Valentine’s Day. I demand attention,” Emile said, offering a playful smile.

“Oh, come on,” Remy said, letting his arms fall off the armrests of the chair. “You can’t even give me a couple hours to scheme something romantic for you before you want me back with you?”

“For me?” Emile said, moving closer.

Remy slammed the papers into his designated drawer of the desk and locked the drawer. “Uh, no, nuh-uh, you are not reading what this is about, mister!”

“Oh, I see, so you can get grumpy about me keeping the shop from you for literal months but the second I try to read something you wrote I’m not allowed to?” Emile teased.

Remy rolled his eyes. “I admitted you were right, that the shop was much better as a surprise. Same thing applies with this. You don’t want to know.”

Emile did an exaggerated pout before he grinned. “So, what’s up? Do you have the time to spare to pay attention to me?”

“Yes, honey, I can spend time with you,” Remy said, rolling his eyes and standing up, leading Emile out of the room. “What are you hoping to rope me into today?”

“Maybe a little...afternoon out?” Emile asked, grinning. “I’m willing to take you to the local comic shops to browse, maybe buy a few things that you’ve been eyeing for a while.”

Remy’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, really?”

“Mhm,” Emile agreed. “And then we could go out to dinner, and maybe afterwards we could head to the park, stargaze a bit, and have a little bit of time to ourselves this Valentine’s.”

“As opposed to every other day when we’re, what, surrounded by children?” Remy asked, amused.

“No, but we have outside worries, and things to focus on that aren’t each other,” Emile said with a shrug. “And I think just focusing on each other for a bit would be nice.”

“You’re right, that would feel good,” Remy agreed, smiling softly. “I’ve been way too caught up in my own head recently and I want to spend some quality time with you.”

“So what say you to going out and having some fun, girl?” Emile asked with a wink.

“I say...sounds perfect,” Remy said, kissing Emile’s cheek and grabbing his jacket.

Emile grinned and Remy let himself be led out to their car and got in the passenger’s seat. Emile got in the driver’s seat and started the car, a smile on his face. Remy frowned when instead of a left out of the neighborhood, Emile took a right. “This isn’t the way to the comics shop,” Remy said.

“Yes it is,” Emile said.

“No, Emile, I’ve driven there a thousand times, we make a left if we want to get there. Right is how we get out of the city,” Remy said.

Emile just grinned and continued to keep driving.

“Emile, I don’t understand you, and I hope you realize that when you realize you’re wrong, I will be saying I told you so,” Remy said.

“That’s fine,” Emile said, “Because I’m not wrong.”

Remy rolled his eyes and let Emile drive, arms crossed. He listened to the music on the radio, not really paying attention to anything until he noticed they were in the same city that they went to Pride last year. “Emile, where are we going?”

“I told you, we’re going to the comic book store.”

Remy shook his head. “No, seriously.”

“Seriously,” Emile said, pulling into a parking lot and parking the car. “We’re going to the comic book store.”

Remy blinked and got out of the car, looking at the small building in front of them. It didn’t look run down, but it wasn’t some top-of-the-line huge corporation either. Emile led Remy inside and Remy gaped. Wall to wall to wall and dozens of bookshelves were holding comics, graphic novels, and geekery of all kinds. “What?” he asked barely above a whisper. “What is this place?”

“I got on the subscription list for that comics startup you were interested in,” Emile said. “This is their first store. Obviously, they carry some of the bigger comics, but most of their stuff is local, start-up based, and queer.”

Remy looked around in awe. “Unbelievable,” he breathed. “Un. Believable. And you were going to tell me about this?”

“Yeah,” Emile said. “If you weren’t up for going out today I would have told you. But they only opened in January, I figured we should give them a little bit of time to stock everything.”

Remy nodded idly, already drifting towards the shelves upon shelves of comic books. He hesitantly reached for a couple before pulling his hand back and looking at Emile. “Don’t judge me?” he requested.

“Why would I judge you when I literally brought you here to geek out?” Emile asked.

“Because people can be arbitrarily mean and weird about my interests for whatever reason they can tangentially tie to it,” Remy said.

“I’m not people,” Emile said. “I’m your boyfriend.”

Remy considered that a moment, before reaching back to the comic and pulling it out. “I’ve been really wanting to read this series for a while.”

Emile looked at the cover, frowning. “What is it?”

“Think... Sailor Moon crossed with Darkwing Duck,” Remy said, a blush creeping up his face as he realized exactly how stupid that must sound.

“Magical girls crossed with a super-powered duck?” Emile asked skeptically.

“More like...magical girls crossed with found family and crime fighting. Darkwing Duck was the first thing I thought of that you might recognize.” Remy shrugged. “I know it sounds dumb...”

“You kidding me, Rem? That sounds really cool!” Emile exclaimed. “I didn’t take you to be one for magical girls, though.”

“I...well...I always had this guilty pleasure about it,” Remy admitted. “I always wanted that, in a way. The ability to have that confidence wearing a miniskirt.” He laughed weakly.

Emile didn’t. “I think we all have those,” Emile said. “Rem...”

Remy’s stomach sank. “Oh, I know that tone.”

“You’re really sure you’re not trans?” Emile asked, grimacing.

“I...I don’t...know...” Remy admitted. “I always get clocked as trans, I know this, you know this. I like wearing blouses and one day I want to be brave enough to try a dress or a skirt, go full drag. But I never really...” Tears were coming to his eyes. “I never really felt like a full woman for more than a day or so at a time. And the rest of the time I’m mostly happy being a guy. I don’t...I don’t want to be a woman. Not all the time. I just want to be...me. Whoever that is.”

Emile looked Remy up and down and said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Remy repeated dumbly.

“Okay. You want to be you? Be you. Whether that’s a man, a woman, that non-binary thing we hear about at Pride, or a genderless blob. We can call each other boyfriends for simplicity’s sake if you want, but I won’t judge if you don’t want to be what everyone expects a man to be,” Emile hugged Remy tight as he continued, “I just want you to be happy, Rem. Forcing yourself to say you’re a guy all the time doesn’t make you happy. So if you just want to be Remy, then you absolutely can just be Remy. Not a guy, not a girl. Just you.”

Remy didn’t realize how much he wanted, or needed, to hear those words until he heard them, and he broke down crying. He clutched Emile’s shoulders, comics all but forgotten as he realized that he was safe here. He had a safety here that he hadn’t ever felt with any of his family, including Toby. He was free to be his one hundred percent authentic self, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have that.

When his tears finally dried, he took a step back from Emile, and he was beaming. “Let’s get these comics, I have a feeling that you’ll like them too,” Remy said, picking up the stack.

Emile smiled genuinely at Remy as he moved around the rest of the shelves, continuing to geek out for as long as they were there. Once they had purchased the comics Remy was interested in, they went to dinner at a sit-down restaurant (which Remy still had to remind himself would not break the bank, much as he worried otherwise), and they went to the local park as the sun was setting. The February air was brisk, but Emile laid out a blanket for the two of them to lie down on, and Remy got settled into Emile’s side, just a hair away from lying on top of him. No one would mistake them for simply being friendly like this, but Remy didn’t care.

“Tonight was nice,” Remy sighed. “I really, really loved it.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Emile said with a smile. “You know I love you, Rem.”

“I love you too, Emile,” Remy said back, a smile lacing his words.

“Hey, Rem?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to come to the next monthly meeting with Dice? It’s coming up at the end of the month...”

“That’s okay, Emile, I’m not too worried about it,” Remy said with a hand-wave, eyes never leaving the sky as the first few stars started twinkling. “If something important happens, I trust you to tell me, or at least...y’know, set up a surprise for me. You wouldn’t keep the information to yourself indefinitely.”

“You love Toby too much to let me get away with that, first of all,” Emile laughed. “Second of all, I love you. I want to see you happy. And I know, one-hundred percent, that this will make you happy. It might take some time and catching up and therapy, but this would be good for you, Rem. I don’t want to hold you back from that.”

“I love you too, I hope you know that.”

“Trust me. I know.”

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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archived-brokentoys · 3 years

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@celerem asked:

🔥🔥

IT’S UNPOPULAR OPINION TIME ! / ACCEPTING !

These are going to be regarding reformed Ed! 1) I’ve noticed there are a few people who don’t think Ed could ever star in his own series, or be a main character. I DISAGREE! Maybe that’s because I’m biased because I love this character. But you know... there’s gotta be a reason why I’m so passionate about him! Also, I think that if a good enough writer is handling a job, than any character can be a star of a show. Yes, this is also including Kite-Man or Polka Dot Man. In fact, if I ever did a fan comic... I would do one for reformed Ed... it would be called ENIGMA. I believe it was a screen rant article that stated Ed wouldn’t make for a good character because of his narcissism, and mostly just being a gimmick used for nothing more than an obstacle for Bat. I COMPLETELY DISAGREE! NUH-UH! Ed’s character has so much potential, and can be VERY interesting if written correctly! Hell, even his narcissism is far more interesting than character’s who simply have an ego... because there are LAYERS to it. And as I’ve explained... Ed is actually very insecure, his narcissism was initially just a coping mechanism because he was never loved in his life, and no one paid attention to him... therefore, to combat this severe loneliness, he tries to LOVE HIMSELF, and reassure himself that he’s deserving of attention. I think there are so many cool things to explore about Ed that the comics just won’t bother with.

But why make him reformed? Because I LOVED, LOVED reading his reformed comics. Especially in Sirens. I love reading about this guy... who’s trying so hard to be good after having been bad for so long. It was very interesting. Therefore, I’d love to write or see a story about Ed, struggling with morality! As well as going deeper into his mentality, and his backstory. Like reading any comics with reformed Ed... it had me really rooting for him to do the right thing. Because it’s actually very relatable. Sometimes we all don’t know what’s the right thing to do... sometimes we accidentally do the wrong thing because we were mistaken or our judgment was clouded. It’s also inspiration for anyone who’s, well, just trying to recover from something!

And that moves me to the next opinion... I’m not sure how unpopular this one is? Just because whenever reformed Ed is brought up, many people do say that he was great, and his teamwork with Bat was entertaining. But regardless, I still think Ed should’ve remained reformed... and even in modern comics, he should reform, too. Now, Ed doesn’t have to be reformed in literally all medias. But... it’d be nice to see reformed Ed more often. Because some of my favorite Ed moments comes from him being reformed. And another thing... it’s nice to think that some of Bat’s rogues are successfully reformed. That IS what Bat wanted. And it also feels like the series often times want Ed to be reformed... but just can’t commit to it? (See JLU, Animated verse, the main comics pre-52, hell... even in Year of the Villain, Ed had the idea of giving up the R!ddler.) So, I’d just LOVE to see something being able to commit to Ed being a good guy! A LEGIT GOOD GUY! If they still want someone to give Bat Riddles... then why not just have a new or another character take on the mantle of the R!ddler?

Also it’s probably unrealistic, but I’m hoping that in G0tham Knights... that Ed will be in the game, but reformed, too!! That’d be fun! But probably won’t happen...

so anyways, reformed Ed is canon to this blog.

#celerem #GENERAL: OOC #GENERAL: INBOX

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trashogram · 4 years

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Devotee I.

Ryuk/Misa: This is a dark, messed up brainchild that I’ve been writing for a few days now. Warnings for Emotional/Psychological Manipulation, Domestic Abuse, Dubious Consent to Interspecies Relations, Painful Sex, and Light Yagami being the absolute sociopath he was born to be.

Part Two | Part Three

Light drummed his fingers against the arm of his chair, expressionless. When he’d come home from headquarters, the sun had begun to set over the horizon. Now, it was pitch black outside their windows.

His main laptop’s screen had dimmed after several minutes of Light refraining from action, taking a very rare lull in the Kira case as an excuse to contemplate other things.

There wasn’t time for anything aside from acting as the new L and keeping his plan as Kira running smoothly simultaneously. At least, not usually.

“This one is gorgeous!” Misa proclaimed, much too loudly. “It’s perfect!”

Light’s eyes narrowed, feeling his skin crawl at hearing his girlfriend yapping from the other room. She never shut up, not even after he’d tried to ‘settle down’ with her in an apartment of their own.

“Don’t you think so?” A bit of finagling was heard, Misa turning her computer screen toward the only other possible occupant aside from himself.

“I guess…” Came a gravelly reply. “It’s white, though.”

Misa humphed. “Yeah, every wedding dress is.”

“I’ve never seen you in white before.” Ryuk elaborated. The telltale crunch of an apple was heard as Misa giggled.

“Oh, that’s ok.” She assured him. “It’s a tradition for girls to wear white at their own weddings, and I don’t mind changing my style to honor that. Bad luck is one thing, but I don’t wanna be tacky.”

Misa sighed dreamily. “Light would appreciate seeing me walking down the aisle in this, anyway. I’ll look like a real woman - the one that he’s going to spend the rest of his life with.”

Light would have shut their vapid conversation out by closing the door or telling Misa to go to bed so that he could relax. She wasn’t doing anything important, clearly.

“Hm, would still be weird.”

But Light hesitated.

“Nuh-uh.” Misa scoffed. “What’re you saying, Ryuk? You think I wouldn’t be beautiful in a wedding dress if it was white?”

There was no bite to her words, but even her teasing drew a flustered reaction from the literal embodiment of death itself.

“N-no! Of course not!” Ryuk said a little too quickly, sounding more like an embarrassed teen than the demon he was.

Light could picture Ryuk’s ugly face, orbs for eyes going even wider and high cheekbones turning scarlet despite the lack of blood. He smirked at the mental image, humored by the indignity of the so-called God getting touchy around Misa of all people.

While he had no idea how anyone could find his girlfriend’s high-pitched cooing the least bit endearing, Light supposed he was grateful that she and Ryuk got along swimmingly.

After all, the two were more often together these days, with Misa being a major component of keeping Light’s cover intact. Something had to keep her occupied when Light wasn’t around.

Misa didn’t leave their apartment that often, and although she occasionally chatted on the phone with work acquaintances, she didn’t have a social life to speak of. Her prior friendships with other models, girls from her hometown, etc. had slipped away after she’d moved in with Light.

It would’ve been a far rougher experience if, with the absence of relationships, Misa had only Light to turn to. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from killing her long ago if that had been the case, but oddly enough Ryuk’s tolerance of her was on par with the likes of Matsuda. When Light and Misa had both been under surveillance, Matsuda had bent over backward for the pop idol, swayed by his infatuation with her.

It hadn’t taken Light that long to realize that Ryuk was attracted to her, as well.

And it was grotesquely fascinating.

Ryuk wasn’t the expressive type, in any physical sense. He didn’t react to things with dramatic facial cues, nor did he have a sudden change of heart and become helpful after all this time. The death god was calm, but there were little things that clued Light in on his shinigami’s attraction.

Ryuk had become increasingly more favorable to staying at the apartment with Misa while she wrote down names than with the Light and the Task Force. Light’s anger and dismissal toward the girl in stressful moments also coincided with Ryuk being short with him. The only form of abatement - apples - were taken with a hint of reluctance as well.

“You should quit yellin’ at her all the time.” Ryuk would say, feigning apathy. “Really kills the mood around here.”

Light had never thought he’d see the day, but then the discovery hadn’t factored in his plan up until this point. Ryuk may have developed a kind of friendly bond or fondness for Misa Amane, but it was nowhere near enough for him to do the same as Rem had once done.

Ryuk just wasn’t the type, and never would be.

And yet…

There was just something about Misa Amane that attracted these Things.

It was worth keeping in mind.

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Soichiro Yagami was bound to die, soon.

Light had avoided killing Sayu, but he understood that things were tilting just a little too far left and out of his favor with Mello still walking free. It aggravated Light more than he’d like to admit, to know that for as much as things had changed within the years since L’s death, they’d also stayed the same.

So while it was practical to have Misa quit her career at his behest, the young had rationed that he needed to take control of something. Unfortunately, the decision had fallen flat with Misa being as predictably yielding as she was.

Unfortunate for Light, but perhaps not so much for Misa, who’d really been pissing him off lately in the middle of this undue stress.

And if you were to ask Light to justify his intentions for the nuisance that was Misa Amane on one particular night between these events, he might reduce it all to being part of his grieving process.

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“I want to take our relationship to the next level.” He’d made them both comfortable on the sofa before addressing the scantily-clad blonde with confidence.

Misa’s eyes went comically wide. “Wha - Really? Oh Light! That would be so wonderful!”

She bent forward, ready to begin with kissing her knight in shining armor on the lips, but stopped short. With a glance, Misa saw that Light had taken hold of both her hands in his; but it was less of a romantic gesture and more of a way to keep a barrier between them.

“Yeah.” He gripped her hands in his and squeezed them. “But, before that… I need you to do something for me.”

Misa’s mouth fell into the shape of a small ‘o’. The sparkle that had momentarily dulled in her eyes returned in full force with his next words.

He couldn’t help it. “I need you to show me that you’re serious about becoming Kira’s wife.”

“Anything.” She swore. “I’d do anything for you. Whatever you ask.”

Light sneered down at the ex-model. Don’t hold your breath.

#dark fanfiction #death note #ryuk #misa amane #light yagami #oh boy okay #I worked hard on this for real

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before Headcanons

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Warning: did not re-read srry

Requested: By @mega-trash-cringe To all the boys I’ve loved before head cannons?

Authors Note: i was gonna add lara jean but i didnt so if u would like her (i only do her with male) headcanon or anything fic related pls request i will write it! did u guys see the news for tatbilb 2? they r gonna add jordan fisher which i love he was in like the other casting of hamilton but he sings so good and i just love him. then they r also adding ROSS BUTLER OHMYGODIMSCREAMINGIMSOEXCITED!!!!! like if yall know he is one of my bbys i love 13 reasons why and i love everyone from there and he is just such a sweetheart <3<3<3 this is a bit long especially peter’s part so enjoy!

Peter Kavinsky

first off your guys relationship is real

you met when you um...fell face first in front of everyone on the track court (lol i hope thats what its called cuz like girl my school was CHEAP we didnt have anything like that)

he was like your knight in shining armor

“whoa whoa whoa (gotta add those whoas) you okay there y/n”

now since that day you two are inseparable

legit are COUPLES GOALS

piggyback rides™

like whenever you feel way too tired to walk or anything (cuz ur lazy like moi) he literally will pick you up like you dont way a thing and put you on his back

you also trying to get him on your back but you fail miserably and you two end up laughing so hard

you two sharing a shake or something at the cafe

if there is a song he likes or you like he will be the one to say “lets dance”

you of course refuse cause you’re shy and there are legit people trying to eat

“c’mon girl you gotta dance with me”

almost like begging

finally give in and you two will start dancing in front of everyone

standing on his toes while you two dance

nicknames

will pick you up from school or literally anywhere

COUPLES BRACELETS

that boi never takes it offfff, like never

tells you everyday how beautiful you are

even without makeup and you are full of acne and look like you just got ran over he will kiss all your pimples all over your face and tell you how cute you are and how much he loves you both ways

he legit is a sweetheart icanttakeit

taking long trips into town or across town to your favorite stores

already knows what songs you like and puts them on the radio just to hear you sing

oh boi oh boi when he hears you sing its like he’s fallen in love again

“god babe, you sound amazing. i wish i sang like you”

two would dance like crazy teenagers in his car

him trying to sing to you

holding your hand while driving which you slap him for that, “all hands on the wheel kavinsky”

likes it when you boss him around

when you go onto bus rides with him or in his car across town he will buy all your favorite snacks

ALL. OF. THEM.

loves buying you gifts

almost everyday he is buying you something

THIS BOI IS SO EXTRA I SWEAR!!!

going to a field trip you will probably (lol i used to but i fell asleep against the cold window and like i had no one who sat by me...*all by myself by celine dion starts playing in the background*...im fine) fall asleep and if your neck is turned into an uncomfortable position peter will straighten it out for you and place your head gently on his shoulder

giving you kisses all over while you’re sleeping

also many many many many many many pictures of you sleeping, awake, eating you name it that boi’s camera roll is all full of you

changes his background to his phone like everyday!

SUPER PROTECTIVE OF YOU

especially at parties

he will have his hand resting on your hip or just resting on you so people know not to mess with you

if someone starts to bully you or hurt you in any way peter will threaten them and make them super scared

no one messes with his baby

have any fights he does ignore you but he cant ignore you for long cause he loves you and you are just so cute and sweet and you always make it up to him

have any issues with your fam or friends and you need to sleep over his house for some time just to find yourself he lets you and you sleep either on his bed or if you’re not comfortable he makes a bed on his floor that he sleeps on and you sleep in his bed

comforting you all the time when he sees your sad

cuddles

ever have your period he will get all your snacks and get anything you need

pads? hes got it. tampons? “girl i got that already covered.” chocolate? please he on that too.

holy smokes you both have a couples handshake that lasts longer than professor x and magneto’s beef with each other

both text each other memes and vines

oh god vine references 4 DAYS SON

he is so understanding of you

yours guy thing i know is so weird but is watching like all the housewives shows

peter has his favorite and you two watch it in his bed cuddled up

he trash talks the tv and like starts with his, “nuh uh girl whatcha think you doing?”

aint ashamed or embarrassed to watch it

like during school hours he will go up to you while you’re in a conversation and its like “remember baby housewives day!”

when you guys go to a library you read for like a what 3 seconds and then you two make out in the corner and the librarian has to interrupt you two stating that its too noisy

all in all peter is your baby and you would protect him with your life, he’s your soul your everything and he feels the same way about you two your relationship is so vanilla and adorable it makes grown men cry

Josh Sanderson

you started a relationship with josh after he and margot split

it felt wrong to you at first and you tried to push the feelings away

josh is such a cinnamon roll

he is always so kind to you

he makes sure you’re okay and happy

you couldn't push him away any longer and decided to accept him as your boyfriend

at first pda was strange because of his relationship with margot but soon you showed it in baby steps at school around town

now holding his hand seems normal to you

hes the first one to text you

his texts are beautiful and so heart felt

like poetry

he is such a gentleman

listen to you with all his heart

sleepovers always on sundays

as you lean on his shoulder he reads to you and you fall asleep

go to school together, he downloads all your favorite music or favorite audibles and puts the other ear plug in your ear so you two share

or watch hilarious videos of like fails or gordan ramsay (*sigh* the perfect relationship)

sometimes you two act out his things on the cooking show tv

yeah with the accent

people look at you two like what have yall been smoking

already talking about when you two have kids and like what house and the name of those kids

“okay but we should also have a dog in the mix and name him something like cactus”

god hes just so adorable sometimes you wanna cry

during break in school you two go to the bleaching boards or whatever you call those seats and you sit on his lap

best moments to kiss

you also share snacks

play all the time heads up

come over to his house to study

but we all know its just to make out

having moments when you feel self conscious or insecure he sits you down on his lap or across from him and looks you straight in the eyes making you do the same and tells you how amazing you are and important to him and how much he loves you

since you sleepover his house so much you two have matching pjs

PILLOW FIGHTS ALL THE TIME

he rants to you and discusses with you about comics

wants to name his kid tony for tony stark

“c’mon babe tony sanderson sounds pretty cool you have to admit”

fishing trips all the time

YOU CANT FISH AT ALL

you endure for his sake

teaches you about all the fishes

you buy him a fish blanket

now you two cuddle with it all the time

masks

you bring over your clay mask or those really really slimy ones and make josh wear one

“oh my god how do you even wear these things?”

the black mask one that hurts as well

he almost cries

you kiss his boo boos

take pics like that with the mask on

take cute and weird pics for instagram

NECK KISSES

wearing matching outfits

compliments you so genuinely and lovingly all the time

if you ever hurt yourself or like cut your finger he will get so worried and kiss it lightly

“there all better baby”

OF COURSE ITS BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

you love sitting on his lap

he nuzzles into your neck almost like a cat

making him things legit makes the boi wanna cry

lovez baking together

is such a help in the kitchen he wants to make sure he’s involved

pinky promises with the little kiss at the end

“till the end princess”

you just practically wanna marry this man

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9misorai · 4 years

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Bbb and miracubugs for the in depth ask

first of all. sorry for the very late replies

then sorry again because I’ll make this a two part answer because it’s really long. the first one is for bbb!

Send me a show/fandom and ill answer -

Top 5 favourite characters: Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang. Is that valid?

Other characters you like: Boboiboy, Retak’ka, Kaizo, Lahap, Tok Aba, Ejojo

Least favourite characters: Kokoci hehe

Otps: Fang/Happiness

Notps: Fang/Sadness. And every single ship except the canons.

Favourite friendships: THE BOBOIBOY GANG LA WHO ELSE //SOBS

Favourite family: Tok Aba Family which include Amato. I want to say The Carrot Family but---

Favourite episodes:original series - I forgot the name of the episode but it’s when Boboiboy Api made appearance, such cuties.Galaxy - BEACH. EPISODE. SO WHOLESOME, THOUGH I’M SAD FANG ISN’T THERE, BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME WE WERE SHOWED THEIR FRIENDSHIPNESS

Favourite season/book/movie: Season 2 of the original

Favourite quotes: “BOBOIBOY PASRAH DENGAN DIRI SENDIRI” LOOOOL I STILL LAUGH @ THAT SCENE (the one when the gang get shot by the emotion pistol y and bbb becomes melancholic)

Best musical moment: Tim Bubadibako

Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: i......dk? I guess when Fang used his Naga Bayang in the s2 finale

When it really disappointed you: a lot. haha. when Yaya and Ying was nerfed, when Gopal becomes every source of problems, when the characterizations are inconsistent, Fang only has 1 star in the Joe Ker Tu episode, etc

Saddest moment: I can’t spoil u about bbbm2 right? Don’t read the strikethrough if you don’t want to be spoiled after solar daun hali taufan was absorbed by Retak’ka, Kokoci forced bbb to save himself but bbb can’t leave his friends and tried to save them so that Gopal needs to hold him I NEARLY CRIED HHHHHHHH. The non spoiler one probably when Ochobot dies in bbbtm

Most well done character death: Ochobot

Favourite guest star: .....who?

Favourite cast member: yk ofc for the memes and he’s really friendly too but honestly Thiah’s performance when she plays bbb has always been my favorite

Character you wish was still alive: Retak’ka. It’s still unclear whether he’s alive or not but I still want to see more of him backstory spin off! Backstory spin off! Backstory spin off!

One thing you hope really happens: good characterization

Most shocking twist: Ochobot isn’t the original elemental power sphera

When did you start watching/reading?: around 2013-2014, i don’t exactly remember the date, but I remember it was when I was in second year of senior high school.

Best animal/creature: is Ochobot a creature??? If not, alien who becomes Kassim’s bestfriend

Favourite location: Planet Junkberg

Trope you wish they would stop using: nerfing the female characters. making bbb the only heroes.

One thing this show/book/film does better than others: NO UNNECESSARY ROMANCE! NO SEXUALIZATION OF THE KIDS!

Funniest moments: Still the “Boboiboy pasrah dengan diri sendiri”

Couple you would like to see: Fang/Happiness

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: ehhhhhhh idk anything about malaysians actors/actresses

Favourite outfit: I actually like Kaizo’s outfit in bbbm2

Favourite item: ??the power spheras??

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: i have the comic of bbbm2 but that’s it, I’m not really into merchandise. I bought the comic because some people said it’s kinda different from the movie and I can see it. Some things better executed in comic form and some things better executed in movie form.

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: I’d rather not---I don’t think I want to--I don’t think I want to be in bbb universe at all

Most boring plotline: Jugglenaut’s arc? I was very excited when Kaizo comes but errr. Kinda boring for me. Nova Prix episode bored me too.

Most laughably bad moment: ……..hh. I still hate that moment when Fang turns completely useless in the Joe Ker Tu episode and only has one star.

Best flashback/flashfoward if any: strikethrough spoilers! 100 years ago flashback about Retak’ka vs Kasa

Most layered character: Galaxy!Kaizo perhaps?? Boboiboy is pretty layered too but it’s not well-executed, sorry.

Most one dimensional character: Yaya:(

Scariest moment: there’s no scene that made me sca---OH WAIT. During the cetak rompak episode (Copy Paste?? Idk what’s the episode name in English) wait lemme show you

Grossest moment: i don’t know

Best looking male: Amato

Best looking female: Shielda

Who you’re crushing on (if any): nuh-uh

Favourite cast moment: Everytime yk comes to the server tbh

Favourite transportation: OH OH the one in the first movie when they wanted to run from Borara by Ocho’s new power BUT KIKITA SHOT THE POOR LIL SUNSHINE POWER SPHERE :(

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): the second movie has a lot of beautiful scene. My favorite one, which you also can see in the trailers, is when they’re standing in the rocks. it’s so aesthetacally pleasing. BBBM2 has a lot of beautiful scenery though

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: Oh I have a lot and I think I’ve told you some, but I tried to not take this series seriously so it will not bug me that much

Best promo: THE COMIC OF BBBM2 PROMO HAHAHA “water proof………….only when it’s still wrapped” GOT ME SO MUCH

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: At the first time watching it actually! I was in a bad mood back then and this show made me laughed out loud, it’s love at first sight lmao

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