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shygirl4991 · 3 months

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Chapter 3 Colorful confession

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @alianarepasa do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!

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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets.

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, tw blood

They panic and run hiding behind a building as SMG4 passes them, Heart sighs trying to get up only to stumble. Book catches Heart “Hey now you're still weak, there's no way you can go to Four in your state.” Heart frowns seeing how panicked the man is, SMG3 sighs turning around and looking at his three personalities. “Spade, Book cover me and Heart we are switching clothes.” They stare wide eyed at him before Heart slowly walks away from Books hold “Dont be to mean, im sure the man is worried seeing his friend run off crying.”

Three nods as they switch outfits. “I will tell him that i removed the contacts due to crying, stay out of sight till i get rid of him.” He felt awkward being dressed in pink, he was so used to being in dark clothing that it felt off as if he was screaming at the world to look at him again. SMG4 turns noticing Three, with an awkward wave Four ran up to Three, his concern written all over his face “Three! Thank the memes you're okay, what happened, why did you run?” Three was feeling overwhelmed by his emotions as he closed his eyes, he needed to come up with a story here and now. “Today…is the anniversary of when I lost Terrance when it clicked I just lost it,” his eyes start to water as he forces himself to face the memories he held back. The gifts Terrance would make to help him kill SMG4, the rocket ship he made because he wanted to see the world with him. His final words, that one hurt the most hearing him say he loved him and knowing he never got the chance to tell him the same. SMG4 frowns, pulling Three into a hug, Three’s face goes red from how close he is and starts to regret accepting his feelings.

His heart was ready to jump out of his chest, lucky for him it's the organ and not the personality. Heart smiles watching the interaction, he was starting to feel life slowly come back to him as he watches the pair. Spade blushes looking away, he felt himself glow and let out a chuckle “He is really holding back…huh?” a group of piantas walk up to them smirking, Spade starts to growl at them showing his sharp teeth. Hearing the growl, Heart and Book turn surprise to see the group, they look at the three of them as if they were studying their prey. Heart’s eyes turn red while walking in front of Book “Do you need something?”

One of the piantas walks to the front of the group, removes his fedora and smiles “yes, so you see we were walking around when we notice SMG3 walking with what seems like clones of himself. Funny story we lost an experimental cherry power up that when a person drinks it makes copies of that person.” he points at the group and lets out a dark chuckle. Spade and Heart glared at the group while Book was analyzing his words. He takes out his notebook and writes the information down “A power up that makes copies…but we aren't copies..so how?” The leader claps, breaking Book out of his thoughts “Give us the power up Three, no one has to get hurt.” Heart was getting ready to fight when Book pulled him back. “Heart, something isn't adding up, we aren't copies which means if these people learn what we are..they might kill us and use our body to make more of whatever made us.”

Heart bites his lip looking at the group, the leader was getting sick of the waiting and takes out a gun pointing it at Spade. The pair jump up in surprise “You won't share then i will get rid of your little clone!” Spade smirks and sprints right at the leader surprising the man, opening his mouth he bites the gun in half, the leader stands there staring at the broken gun in shock “The…fuck?” Spade spits the other piece of the gun out of his mouth, he lets out a dark chuckle “Sorry looks like I have more bite than bark!”

The leader looks at the group again, his eyes wide seeing how they are dressed. “You're not copies…” he starts to laugh, making Heart and Book nervous. Spade rolled his eyes, annoyed by the group, the man stopped laughing as he gave the group a dark look “You're not copies, you're something different, boys look like we are getting something out of this capture them we have new test to do.” Spade growls seeing the gang members approach them “Book take Heart and warn the original, i have some rage to get out,” Heart frowns grabbing Spades arm “What if they catch you, remember what you are to him!” Spade chuckles, pulling away from Heart he snaps his fingers summoning Eggdog. The pup looks around surprised seeing multiple versions of his father, Spade smiles softly at the pup “Want to help daddy kick some ass?” he barks, becoming an egg sword for spade. Book and Heart frown watching Spade walk from them “ALRIGHT FUCKERS MESS WITH ME AND YOU GET ME!”

The leader steps back as his members charge at Spade, he dodges the swings of their baton to smack them back with Eggdog. One of the men runs grabbing the personality only for Spade to laugh headbutting the man, he holds his head in pain seeing this Spade runs up kicking the man across the field. Seeing they weren't winning close combat one takes out a gun, Spades eyes glow as he stares at the man. Seeing all of them distracted, Heart and Book run off trying to come up with a plan to get SMG3 help. Spade slowly walks up to the man, seeing the personality keep walking forward with a murderous expression he begins to shake in fear. Spade smirks grabbing the gun and pulling it out of his hand tossing it “You fucked with the wrong man.” Book sees Three and Four separate, Heart watching that Four was far enough threw his hat hitting the man in the face to make him notice them. They wave their hands in a panic as he stomps over “What the hell are you gu-” he feels sharp pain on his side, confused he touches his side to see blood looking up he then notices one of the personalities was missing “What happened to Spade!?”

Heart takes back his hat back then takes SMG3 hand “Some weird guys approached us and he is fighting them off we need to hurry!” with a nod they all run back to Spade. Spade breathes heavy as he stares at the last three members, the leader claps “I'm impressed by your skill for a clone, heh which means.” he walks forward, seeing this Spade gets ready to fight distracted he gets smacked by the other member. He growls as the leader grabs his ponytail and smirks down at him “You're nothing but a plague, you're not complete but I can complete you!” hearing this Spade reaches for the knife hidden in his boot and stabs him. The man screams as his grip weakens giving Spade a chance to escape the man, he was feeling panic build up in him. He was weak from all the fighting, he wasn't sure he was able to keep this up, he got up growling again as his mind flashes to SMG4. He blinks surprise by that “Wha…four…grr I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKERS WANT BUT YOU CANT HAVE ME!”

The leader pulls out the knife glaring at Spade, before he can make another move they hear a gunshot. They turn to see SMG3 standing holding his gun “I suggest you leave,” he points the gun at him making the man clap as the last standing members go to pick up their teammates before leaving. Three holds his side as he walks over to Spade “You okay?” he gets a chuckle out of the personality as he drops to the floor “I’m perfect, i mean did you see the other guys?” Three lets out a chuckle and nods as he bends down checking Spade for wounds to help care for, Heart frowns seeing the state Spade is in. Book shakes his head “We need to fuse now, things are getting dangerous. Whatever happened to cause all this came from the cherry power up, we don't know how it got us but as long as we are out and about we are in danger.” Book looks down, shaking.

SMG3 finished taking care of Spade “Your right we need to get this over with this day has been long, now we have this strange experiment with cherry powers..i don't want to deal with this shit.” Heart glares at them shaking his head, he knew what he was going to say was crazy but he had to say it he won't be ignored again. Spade seeing the conflict in Hearts eyes he nods with a small smile, seeing this Heart speaks up “I don't want to fuse yet! I know it's risky and not logical but everytime we follow your lead Book we regret the choice, we lost Terrance and by logic we shouldn't have let him get close but it happened!” Book sighs looking at Spade, seeing that everyone was now looking at him to give the final answer he thinks over what happened. The moment he thought he was going to die he could only think about SMG4, the regret that he ever knew how he felt. He blushes as he looks down “I….i want to confess to that idiot, uh not because of what heart said! I..when i thought it was the end for me all i could think about was that dumbass, then i realized i regret him not knowing how we felt…original i know it sucks but lets confess to SMG4.” Three’s eyes go wide hearing Spades words, he looks at Book then at Heart letting out a sigh he nods “Ugh fine, let's do this before i change my mind!”

Heart smiles and nods “Bad news, given we are being hunted doing a normal confession won't really work. We need the crew,” hearing this Spade and Three stand up blushing “NO WAY!” they both shout. Before they knew it the personalities were sitting in the cafe waiting for Three to collect the crew members that he trusted with this mission of love. Three sighs as he walks to the cafe shaking, he turns, giving his friends an awkward smile “I brought you here cause I know you guys can handle this, don't freak out but this morning i was drinking coffee when i felt off. I passed out and I woke up to three other versions of me. A lot happened today and I need your help with…ugh as my heart likes to call it operation gay.” Meggy nods giving a supportive smile at him “Yeah you said some guys were after you cause of it, so where are they? What are we helping with?” Three opens the door nervous on how they would react.

Heart seeing the door open runs out excitedly “Hey silly’s! The name is Heart. I'm the romance trait of SMG3!” Meggy’s eyes go wide seeing Heart smile at them, Melony gets excited and takes his hand “You look so cute!” Heart smiles at the comment showing off his pink overalls. Tari awes at seeing the other Three, it reminded her of the time she met other versions of herself. Then spade walked out glaring at the crew, Meggy seeing the way he was dressed was a blast from the past “Are you supposed to be Three’s villain side?” Spade rolls his eyes “Yep, guess that's why you're labeled as the smart one huh squid? I'm Spade the evil trait of SMG3.” hearing the other two do their intro Book gets up and walks out. Tari waves at Book as he gives a small smile “Hello im Book the logical side of SMG3, while i'm not a fan of this i have no choice in the matter. Do you all know the plan?” The three of them shake their heads, making Book look at Three. SMG3 felt himself break into a sweat seeing the personalities waiting for him to explain the plan, he really wished they just fused and forgot this whole confession.

He looks around then sighs blushing as he holds himself as he looks down. “I…i want to confess my crush on SMG4, but i need some stuff in order to do it. So I need each of you to protect my personality while they get the things I need.” The girls stay quiet for a moment before running to hug SMG3. The man can feel his face go a darker shade of red as the girls hug him “Aw Three i knew you liked Four! OF COURSE WE WILL HELP!” Meggy’s words made him feel even more embarrassed by the admission of his feelings. Heart giggles at the display while Spade watches in horror, Book taps the girls to get their attention. “We are losing sunlight, we need to get the items to get this confession done by tomorrow.” With a nod they separated and walked out of the showgrounds leaving SMG3 back at the cafe to write his confession. Heart was looking around the shops excited as Tari jogs to catch up to the personality “Okay Tari, our mission is to find the perfect flowers for Blue!” she smiles and nods “You seem to really like Four!” Heart nods “Of course! He may have been an asshole to us in the past but his growth really made us see him in a different light, he..may have ruined our life but he made up for it by saving us later on.” he gets excited seeing fresh roses. Tari smiles softly at the sight then notices something from the corner of her eye, she turns and sees someone staring at them. Nervous, she grabs Heart hand. “We should go in, someone is watching us.” with a nod they step into the store to buy some roses for Four.

Spade and Melony walk around the shopping center trying to find a place for them to get the ingredients for spade to make fireworks. Melony was looking around excitedly when she had a chance to look at new beds, Spade chuckles as he gently grabs her arm to help her keep focus “Come on Mel we have a job to do, but maybe if you do good helping me make these fireworks i will help you with bed shopping.” She cheers as they enter a shop to get what they need. As they step outside both of them turn, seeing someone staring at them, Spade growls showing his teeth as Melony summons her sword glaring at the men watching, they jump up in panic and run off. Meggy watches as Book pays for the paper and colorful pens for SMG3 to write his notes on, looking around she decides to ask the man something “So you have no idea how you three came to be? If this could happen to any of us?” Book grabs the bag with their items as he thinks over the events earlier. “All we know is that something called a cherry power up is the cause but we don't know anything else other than that. I have gone over my notes and I can't figure this out.” Meggy hums thinking then snaps her fingers “Why not ask Mario and Luigi those guys are always eating power ups!”

Book smiles nodding his head “Your right, we can get the original to ask why didn't i think of our avatar!” As they stepped outside two men were waiting for them. One grab Book by surprise, Meggy was going to take her splatgun out but gets knocked out by a third one that was hiding, Book glares at the men “I won't tell you anything, so do your worst!” The men laugh as they get ready to tie up Book. As they reach for him a bomb gets thrown in front of them, they scream as it explodes blinding the men. Spade dashes through the smoke grabbing Book and Meggy while Melony knocks out the men. “Your fucking lucky there was a bed shop here and we found you both in time,” Book shaken up hugs Spade making the personality blush “geez it wasnt that bad you big baby!” he pats Books head as Melony comes back with the bag of stuff that Meggy and Book bought.

They head back to the cafe to see SMG3 sitting at the table freaking out, Heart walks up to him gently giving him the bag of items “Now you can write your feelings down, then we see what the future holds…since we will be back home for that.” hearing those words made him frown. It's been a day with these three personalities all he wanted was them gone so he can live his day, with everything happen he notice it felt nice to be near others he can just be himself with.Thinking more on them going back he notice he was going to mess the chaos of these three being with him, he takes the bag “It’s weird, i think when this is over i'm going to miss you guys.” he looks at the personality as they all give sad smiles at him. Heart lets out a soft giggle “We will still be with you silly, just close your eyes and feel.” SMG3 looks at the color pens and hands three of them to the personalities. They look at him confused. “Write one sentence to Four, it is our confession so you guys should have a word in to.” They smile as they take a piece of paper and write their line. He could feel his heart race as he took out his phone sending a message to SMG4 to hang out, he waited as he watched the dots on the screen disappear and reappear as Four texted back. Then the text he was waiting for “Sure let’s hang out at the castle,” Three felt his face go red as he thought to himself if they can really pull this confession off.

As time moves forward, Three gathers all the notes for the confession and reads through them. He can do this, he looks at the others giving him thumbs up as he gets ready to see Four “Wish me luck!” He walks over to the castle, he opens the door letting out a shaky breath as he walks to Fours room. SMG4 turns around and runs up to him excitedly “I see your feeling better now! I got some fresh memes just for you so we can keep spirits up! Three lets out a soft smile “cool but i called to hang out for something else, it's important.” Four nods sitting on his bed giving his full attention to him, he takes out his notes shaking “ugh this is going to suck ahem i wrote my thoughts down so here we go. SMG4 the reason I'm standing in front of you is because my heart was annoying and wouldn't do things my way, it may seem like i'm lying when i say this but know its the truth.” He blushes then looks up to see Four focus on him. “I have fallen for you and I know how gay of me but I couldn't help it. Getting to know you I found out how amazing you are and it hit me hard seeing everything you do. You captured my attention and no matter how much logic i put in it..i can't find the explanation as to why. We aren't just linked because of our guardian powers but everything we went through together..i care deeply for you and i hope you feel the same.”

SMG4's face was bright red hearing the confession, he let out a shy smile taking the confession in. Three could feel his whole body shaking from his nerves, unable to stand it he was going to leave. Seeing this Four jump up and grab him “WAIT!” They stand there frozen, after a few moments SMG3 awkwardly turns around to see Four still red in the face “I care deeply about you too.” Three’s eyes go wide, they smile at each other before going in for a hug. Back at the cafe Spade and Book were drinking coffee and chatting, while Heart was looking out the window. He felt himself glow along with a warmth he had never felt before, he smiled widely looking at the castle “We did it!”

#Love Confessions #Enemies to friends to lovers #Romantic comedy #fluff and angst #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #alianarepasa #tw blood

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cherryrainn · 11 months

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Could you maybe do a Onceler x Anorexic? It would give me a huge amount of comfort, since Onceler is my comfort character and I'm struggling with anorexia since a while now. Also, I love your writing style, and I would ask nobody else to write a story like this, cause the way you write somehow is somehow very comforting to me :]

yess! my second ask for anorexia. as i said before, i have anorexia so im sure this wont be so bad <3 thank you so much, im so happy my writing brings joy to others! it makes me feel so much better about myself hehe

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— whispered promises

onceler x anorexic! reader

onceler, with his trademark gray fedora and his charmingly mismatched outfit, engaged in his usual silly antics with you. laughter filled the air as you playfully chased each other around, cherishing the carefree moments you shared. however, onceler couldn't help but notice a stark change in your appearance. concern etched across his face as he observed how you seemed to have lost a significant amount of weight.

one morning, onceler decided to express his worry by making you a pancake breakfast. he poured love and care into every step of the process, determined to bring a smile to your face. as the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the kitchen, he set the plate before you. you looked at the pancake with a mix of nervousness and gratitude, aware of the internal battle you faced.

onceler's eyes softened as he noticed your hesitation. he reached across the table, gently placing a hand on yours. "i made this for you," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "i wanna make sure you're taking care of yourself. try it."

you took a deep breath, conflicted emotions swirling within you. the fear of food and the urge to maintain control wrestled with your desire to honor onceler's kind gesture. finally, with a blend of courage and trust, you took a small bite, the taste of the pancake bringing a hint of sweetness to your lips.

onceler watched you closely, his heart aching as he recognized the nervousness in your eyes. he tried to hide his concern, hoping that his love and support would be enough to ease your worries. you continued to eat, though each bite felt like a monumental task. onceler mustered a smile, hoping to alleviate the tension that hung in the air.

after finishing breakfast, you excused yourself, your steps heavy with a mix of guilt and fear. onceler's worry only intensified, his mind filled with thoughts of what you might be going through. hours passed, and the weight of uncertainty gnawed at his insides. he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

then, in a chilling moment of realization, onceler stumbled upon you, hunched over the toilet. panic gripped his heart as he witnessed the aftermath of the struggle you faced. without a second thought, he rushed to your side, pulling you away from the porcelain fixture and cradling you in his arms.

frantically, onceler carried you to safety, his voice trembling as he whispered words of reassurance and love. he placed you gently on his bed, careful not to let his fear overwhelm him. as your eyes fluttered open, the soft light of the room and the worry etched on onceler's face greeted you.

confusion swept over you, but the warmth of onceler's presence offered solace. with trembling lips, you found the courage to share the truth that had haunted you for so long. "onceler," you whispered, your voice laced with vulnerability, "i have an eating disorder, it's called anorexia."

onceler's eyes widened, his heart sinking as the weight of your words settled upon him. he had heard of anorexia but had never truly understood its depth and the battles it waged within a person's mind. fear coursed through his veins as he realized the potential severity of your condition.

"i... i don't know much about it," onceler confessed, his voice filled with a mix of trepidation and determination. "but i've heard that people can get really sick, and i don't want that for you. we'll face this together, okay? i'll learn, i'll support you, and we'll find the help you need."

days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, onceler became your unwavering pillar of strength. he educated himself about anorexia, attending sessions with you, and learning how to offer the support you required. he cooked meals tailored to your needs, ensuring you received the nourishment your body craved.

but as the road to recovery proved arduous, there were moments of weakness and setbacks. despite your best efforts, you found yourself trapped in the cycle of self-destruction. and it was on one such day that onceler stumbled upon you again, caught in the painful grip of your eating disorder.

onceler's heart sank as he witnessed you hunched over the toilet once again, your body trembling with the aftermath of your struggle. he quickly gathered his composure. with unwavering determination, he gently guided you away, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and urgency.

"we'll get through this, i promise," onceler whispered, his words filled with determination. "i won't let you face this alone. you're not defined by this illness, and i believe in your strength to overcome it."

#onceler #y/n #the lorax #reader insert #x reader #onceler x reader #fluff #anorexia #anorexic #anorexic reader #ask #request #eating disorder #e

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cha1cedony · 8 months

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Psst. Hey. You.

(I approach you in a fedora and shades, and I start whispering in your ear in a New York mobster voice.)

Yes, you. Did today’s episode of Dungeons and Daddies make you emotional? Perhaps because Grant and Darryl have such a sweet and tragic relationship? Yeah, me, too, kid.

(I discreetly slip a business card into your hand. It looks like the cards from American Psycho, but it has nothing but an AO3 pseud printed on it.)

I’m Donny. Cal C. Donny. But my friends call me Chalcy. And we’re friends now, ain’t we?

Listen. I’ve got the goods… It’s called OKAY I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS BIT. IT’S NOT WVEN FUNNY

I usually don’t do this but uhhhh… shameless plug for my DnDads fic Silver Linings! >:) It’s about 13-14 year old Grant and his relationships with Darnell and Darryl and Carol and? Other people! As well as his mental health and stuff.

It’s currently 70k+ words and counting (projected to end at ~100k words; currently at 7/10 chapters). It’s a no-Forgotten Realms AU. It’s sometimes fun but usually angst. There are unfortunately a good amount of OCs, but they’re mostly unimportant and are introduced slowly, so don’t let that intimidate you.

Idk what else to say about it. I love working on it and seeing comments from you guys! :) I just posted a new chapter last night, so I wanted to promote it hehe. My AO3 is chalcedony if you’re interested in checking it out! Thanks for all your support! <3

(Sorry I’m still super hyped up on today’s episode haha ^_^)

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #chalcy stuff #grant wilson #darryl wilson #that’s all I’ll tag for now #I’m done clogging up the dndads tag for today 😭😭 sorry #I got all my annoying energy out #I’m back to cool quiet and reserved Chalcy #🧘‍♀️#lol #I know I promoed it yesterday but what can I say #I like attention 😎#jk jk jk

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sapphirerubycreates · 8 months

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Marvin's Night (Spring Senior Year)

Missed Messages AU

Author's Note: Okay, so this is going to be done in parts. I'll reblog as an addition for each. It's one very long scene (~7.2k words), but I don't feel good splitting it up into separate posts, nor having one large thing. So, hope you enjoy this as it comes along (I am so scared to post this). Also fun fact, the working title for this in my doc is "We're just going from memory bitch". This is that scene I re-wrote seven times. As with this entire series, minor details may be different from previous posts cause I am flying by the seat of my pants. I'm working on trying to not do many retcons, but they will happen. Sorry :(

Summary: After a month of being ghosted by Robin, Marvin is finally going to confront her at her final project showcase. Yes it's a shitty thing to do, but he's been through enough shit already. And he needs an answer once and for all if he can be with her (if he ever asked her out) or if he just needs to give up and move on. It's going to be a roller coaster of a night.

Last Friday in April, senior year

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Marvin had turned it over again and again in his mind. Drafted too many texts that were deleted within minutes of writing them. Hesitated to ask for fear of the answer he didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t until that night he had finally decided he had to man up and see her. (Well, that’s a lie. He was always going to go to support her at the Capstone presentation. Never actually thought of not going. He was just silently loathing his current situation and, by proxy, going there). No dodging him this time. Even if he felt bad about cornering her, he deserved an answer about where they stood.

And even though he wasn’t the one in the limelight, Marvin found himself stuck at his closet. Casual clothes didn’t feel good enough. But he wasn’t supposed to dress up either. Nothing held the right gravity for his dilemma.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” Anti yelled from downstairs.

“In a minute!” Marvin yelled back, still paralyzed. Slacks? What about a plain shirt? Why were his jeans so off-putting?

“What is the hold up?” Anti was close now, probably on the other side of the bed.

“It’s stupid,” Marvin answered, the constant inability to do anything besides freeze stirring up his anxiety.

“What is?”

Marvin sighed, placing a hand on the closet door before facing his brother. “I don’t have an outfit.”

Anti’s jovial laugh added insult to injury. This was indeed a very silly problem. Of course he knew that. It just didn’t feel like it right now. “I’m serious.” Unfortunately.

“I know,” Anti calmed himself down, getting out his last kick of it. “You’re hopeless.”

“Yes, now help.”

Marvin pushed aside the clothes hangers, trying to go back through them again. Maybe something would spark? He looked towards his dresser, expecting Anti to be digging up some obscure t-shirt, but found an empty space instead. Looking around, the room was empty, again. “God-” Marvin cursed under his breath, now angrily rejecting each piece of clothing for a third time.

Then his hair was pushed into his eyes and fabric against his head. “There!”

“Wha?” Marvin grabbed the front of the hat and tipped it up so he could actually see again and moved in front of his mirror. Dark gray fedora with a few specks of glitter that caught the light (glitter that wasn’t intentionally placed on the hat, he was certain).

“It’s a loan, but you look fine now.”

“This is...” Something wretched in his gut. It definitely was far from the unattainable perfect he had wanted, but just... the opposite of great. Felt almost like an insult, even if there was nothing actually objectionable about the hat. Paradoxically discordant between his emotions and reality, considering he’d been loaned this specific hat before and it really did snaz up any outfit.

“We’re gonna be late.” Anti grabbed his brother’s hand and pulled him downstairs. Then, finally, Anti, Marvin, and Jameson got into Anti’s car to drive to the showcase.

First words from Marvin only surfaced about a minute after the engine started. “Thanks, Jameson.” Marvin looks beside him to see the thumbs up from his brother. Jameson waited a few seconds before venturing a question.

“Are you excited?”

Marvin didn’t answer. Couldn’t really. Tonight, he could possibly l–... No, don’t think about it. “I’m sure she’ll do great. It’s her baby after all. Did almost the entire thing.” Jameson nodded encouragingly. “But uh, there’s other cool stuff too. I think one project was legos for skull reconstruction. So, make sure you get a chance to check out everything. Sure wish Henrik coulda come out. He’d probably have had a ball. ... Probably’s gonna have a lot of medical speak. I’ll make sure to stick by, in case you have questions.”

“He’s not a little kid,” Anti interjected. “Besides, I think we all have a good base cause of Hen. He’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” Jameson tried to reassure Marvin. “Just enjoy yourself.”

“Enjoy myself, huh?” Marvin didn’t even know what that was supposed to mean for him at this point.

#jse egos #jse fanfiction #marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye #soft!anti #jameson jackson #oc robin #jse marvin #jse anti #jse jj #jse jameson #jacksepticeye fanfiction #sapphirerubywrites #missed messages au

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nerdymariamania · 2 years

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Hi!!! I am sending some asks to distract you

Okay so like. Perry the Platypus, right? Please discuss when you think he went to his first pride and with whom and what it was like. Please, for me.

Perry the Platypus has definitely gone to his first pride, twice.

The first time was as Agent P with a 17 year old Carl, who needed guidance and emotional support. He held his hand and gave him a thumbs up, and kept bottles of water in his fedora for Carl. I see Perry as a father figure to Carl, okay?!? They did run into Doof, and for a second thought he was up to something evil, but no, he was just there for himself and Vanessa. It was a nice, if not a bit hectic time.

The second was as Perry the Platypus, the mindless pet, with his whole host family. And they were all decked out in rainbows and their respective pride flags, it was Ferb's first pride as an out bisexual. Linda was in her Lindana get up with a gigantic bi flag cape, Lawrence was in drag. Phineas and Ferb obviously helped make a gigantic float, and it's one of the first times Candace doesn't try to bust them. The Fireside Girls have their own float. Love Handel's there, it's a perfect Pride! No cops at Pride, only Perry the Platypus!!

(His third Pride is with Stacy after she finds out about his secret identity and she gets him a trans flag, a rainbow flag, and an ace flag. Stacy has on bi color makeup and has a bunch of glitter she's giving out like a fairy godmother. It's much more chill than his first two pride celebrations, but still fun and memorable!)

#phineas and ferb #perry the platypus #carl karl #dr doofenshmirtz #vanessa doofenshmirtz #ferb fletcher #phineas flynn #pnf #candace flynn #linda flynn fletcher #lawrence fletcher #yes Lawrence in drag is a ref to Rocky Horror cause come on!

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piracytheorist · 1 year

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*imagine Ethan picking up daughters as he goes along in the megamycete* *shows up in front of Miranda with a pissed off group consisting of Eva (with Ethan's weird af luck, he legit just stumbled upon this 10yo kid, almost has heart attack when he hears her name), Eveline and Rose*

Miranda: D:

Ethan: :)

*they proceed to beat her ass and get out of the *tips fedora* 'm'ycete* *Ethan and his daughters now live in a giant house for BOW people with Sherry, Jake, Piers, Jill and managed by Claire and no one bother them* *they like having someone around who cooks and tends to the house bc they all very busy agents* yes this is how the dlc ended :)

"*tips fedora* 'm'ycete" 🤣🤣

Ethan is the kind of supportive and openly emotional father a child like Eva and especially Eveline could depend on. Maybe at first he isn't even trying hard to befriend Eva, but she just sees him for the kind-hearted himbo he is and can't help being like "You are my daaaad! You're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie" and same goes for Eveline once she gets a moment to calm down from how she went through an entire puberty in like a matter of months and her brain wasn't able to process the hormones bursting in it while it was actively aging into senility. Ethan is Just There trying to process the fact that he's dead but the girls aren't going anywhere and he just turns Dad Mode on.

*Eveline brings in a half-dead face sucker in the house*

Ethan: I understand you want a pet but maybe we can enter a stratum where we can manifest dogs instead? :)

Eva just can't stop asking him about what the future is like and what does he mean when he talks about cellphones and computers and the like.

Then Rose shows up and he's like welp you only had a mother guess what now you also got a dad and two sisters who are techincally older than you but look younger and also look alike and have similar names good luck not confusing them

My only addition is that Mia joins them (this is a no Mia slander blog) and they just spend their days being a very weird bioweapon found family just chilling outside of the sights of BSAA or anyone else.

#re talk #resident evil spoilers #shadows of rose spoilers #anonymous #ask and ye shall receive

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henrysfedora · 2 years

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brainrot compilations really are fun

gotta get that aesthetic comfort brainrot going you know

vito resting his head on henry's chest while they lie down together in bed. it's raining outside and vito can just hear the rain hitting the roof and windows, he can just hear the tires of cars on the road driving by the apartment. he can hear the crackling of the fire and the soft croon of the radio in the living room, and he can hear henny's steady breathing.

young leo and frank sitting underneath an attic window in an old, wall paper coming off the walls, light wooden floored attic filled with boxes of belongings while they lean on each other. the sun shining through the window above forming rays of light in the air.

just found out that you can see a train going by above the road to the foundry in north millville and you can even find one stopped a little ways away. with marty mostly being in chapter eight (at least in just the base game) and living in oyster bay, i really associate him with an industrial aesthetic i guess, muddy waters, bo diddley kinda vibes you know, a little grunge fashion, tartan + leather clothes, a little hanging out with your buddies in the industrial, overgrown part of town til like nine at night cause it's daylight savings. so i just think it's really cute to picture him vibing around north millville, being a little shit and climbing up the tall grass bank to the train bridge and waiting for a train to come past.

and speaking of marty i really wonder if he's ever had a buddy. and i don't mean joe or vito or anyone else in the cast, i mean just some other teenager in empire bay who could've shared the same job as marty or worked another but their paths crossed. and it's nothing tragic, i mean a real vito and joe situation (which is tragic but i mean- this is marty, a lot of people can't handle him and/or they put on an act to talk to him or straight up just don't talk to him at all. this guy is a genuine friend, one who'd fight by marty's side), this guy is marty's buddy and they do the dumbest shit together, just like vito and joe.

i love the thought that marty would just want to listen to all his favourite rock bands and singers but i think it's really cute that he also knows every damn word to the chordettes hello ma baby and mr sandman.

i like thinking of all the possible ways eddie finds out henry has curly hair. henry having a bad hair day and wearing a hat inside the falcon, until eddie snatches it off his head: "you're inside have some fuckin' manners" and then they just stare at each other before henry tries rescuing his fedora but eddie ain't letting it go. eddie may even try reaching out to touch his hair curiously like: "look at that you got curls.." but henry slaps his hand away: "just give me my fuckin' hat back would ya?"

speaking of these two, henry moving into eddie's apartment and helping him clean it up <3. i think they would both benefit from the company and the emotional support however messy and non helpful it may come.

and to think about the mobsters that inspired carlo, eddie, clemente, frank and leo respectively. back in sicily and in their young days in empire bay, who were they watching run errands or sit in a diner smoking their cigars, all fancy and stern. who were the ones watching it all unfold in their neighbourhood curiosity peaking and who were the ones who didn't have a choice but to resort to violent ways. i can see frank and carlo looking up to and idolising mobsters when they were young, wanting to be strong and live the high life, and then they both find their best friends who needed protecting, who wanted to be friends, wanted any kind of work, discovering what it's like to really live.

#hehehe #brainrot #pixel men my beloved getting me through it #lmao #marty deserved so much more #stomping #crying #i can't begin to explain how much i love the thought of older marty wearing tartan hipsters #the older he gets the gayer the clothes #every year he gets more #and more confident but not much more powerful unfortunately. he can drive really good though #marty <3 #vito <3 #henry <3 #leo <3

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I saw your requests were open and thought I’d drop one! Kaz/fem!Reader where she’s got similar mobility issues to him (past leg injury) but she’s also a very scrappy fighter? They get into a fight and she saves his life and maybe he finally realizes he’s in love with her? Heat-of-the-moment confession? I’m new to the fandom and I really love your work! Have a fantastic day ^^

omg thank you so much!! i really hope that you love this and have a wonderful day as well!! <33

CROW AND RAVEN

When he saw your leg snap beneath you he knew he felt something for you.

You were friends long before the Dregs. Spending every afternoon together, staying out until dusk, maybe even later. Analyzing. Playing. Being children. Sometimes even being adults.

He knew he cared for you. He knew the panic that he had felt in his chest that day was absolutely normal, fine. That was fine. He was worried, of course, worried to the grave, but that was fine.

What wasn’t fine was when Jesper had come rushing toward you picking you up in his arms when you had to make your exit. What wasn’t fine was that he couldn’t hold you himself, bring you back to the Slat himself, tell you that you would be okay. Tell you that you did so well. That he loved you.

Loved you.

How he was ruined for everyone else. That you were excellent, wonderful, beautiful, brave, bold and lovely. How the sun and moon and stars would always be in your shadow.

He knew that day that he was screwed.

Royally screwed.

But he didn’t say anything. He waited a few days but you hadn’t come out of your room.

You couldn’t walk, he found out. Not without help. The healer had botched it. You’d need a cane.

~*~

The raven handle was what shocked you the most when he dropped the cane beside your bed. Not the fact he demanded you get up without even a greeting, not that there was some emotion in his eyes.

You hadn’t seen any emotion in his eyes for a long time. You couldn’t tell what it was.

But the raven. Kaz hadn’t done anything without reason, a purpose.

You grasped the handle along with your bedside table for support. You saw something else flash in his eyes.

“Come on, (Y/N). Just down the hall and then you can rest again.”

He wouldn’t push too hard, you realized. He knew exactly the pain you were in.

Gratefulness washed in your chest.

If he could do it, you could, too.

~*~

Three years later you could wield that cane like you would a weapon. Leg be damned. The raven had been more than helpful over the years.

Kaz, too. His presence was common in the beginning; once a day he’d go up to your room and tell you to go down the stairs or walk around the house. He taught you that pain was temporary. Always. Even when you felt it years later, on rainy days. Every day, really.

He helped you help yourself to get fixed.

It still hurt, obviously. But you didn’t feel… hopeless. If Kaz could do it, you could, you reminded yourself.

It was true.

If Kaz couldn’t love you, you could love him.

Well, that was it, really. The crow and raven are so similar, yet so different.

Intelligent.

But they look different. Ever so slightly.

Maybe that’s what he meant that day. Maybe he knew. Maybe that emotion you can look for in his eyes, the one you see every so often was pity. Anger? Knowingness?

Maybe you weren’t as stoic as they said you were. You certainly weren’t as heartless.

~*~

The both of you matched. It was fitting; you were joint leaders. You both wore suits, vests over ties, wool coats. Fedoras over styled hair.

One in the same.

Yet so different.

Different legs were broken, one tie was red, the other black, one was smirking, the other stoic.

One was a raven, the other was a crow.

“Raven,” he spoke. He’d called you this since you were little. “Be on guard tonight. It’s not looking good.”

“Got it.”

~*~

It wasn’t good.

Hell, that was the understatement of the century.

It was a total shit show.

Fists flew, but your raven was clenched tightly in your palm.

Another elbow, another jab to the rib. Crouch. Ignore the twinge in your leg.

Fight.

You looked at Kaz. He seemed fine. He was fine.

You sighed in relief, putting the handle of your cane through the eye of the man who attacked. You were about to deliver another blow when you heard it. The most gut-wrenching sound on the planet.

A cane hitting the ground.

You looked away, looked toward Kaz, screaming his name. Blood was pooling around him. He tried reaching for it, but he couldn’t.

You attacked the one behind you with ease, stealing his gun. You aimed for the man just above Kaz, about to deliver the final, killing shot that would end Dirtyhands and the Dregs all together.

But you beat him to it, savoring the sound of the bullet hitting him right between his eyes. Your heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing through your veins, tears in your eyes from the panic.

“Saints, I love you,” you heard him whisper, pulling you from your thoughts, your feelings, the buzzing in your body. Did that mean what you think it meant? That he… actually- no. You shrugged it off.

“Yes, Kazzy, you should love the saints. Now, let’s go back to the Slat and get ourselves a shot.”

“No, Raven. I love you.”

You looked down at him in shock, a blush spreading across your cheeks, heart exploding in your chest. You said the only thing you could think of.

“I love you too, Crow.”

#kazbrekker #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz x reader #six of crows #grishaverse

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*breaks down the door* May i offer you the prompt of Sam finally establishing Danny's Eldritch cult/Clockwork's cult rolling into town looking for 'the son of their lord'

This is pulling double duty as Loved 9 and Dannymay 2021 Day 24: Power.

Sam sat by Danny’s bedside at the hospital. He had, despite everyone’s best efforts, failed to wake up the last two days. The doctors said he was just sleeping, like the other recent coma patients, but… Well. They didn’t know what Sam knew.

She was worried.

(Danny’s teeth were flat. No sign of his venom. She would have liked to see a silver lining on the cloud.)

Tucker had come by earlier, but then he’d left. His family didn’t understand the importance of Danny, not like hers did. Now. After Sam had opened them to what the world could be.

(And what a world it could be. Danny could lead them into an era of peace and tolerance, where everyone loved their neighbors. If only he were here.)

(One apple tree only went so far.)

Sam jumped at a small, polite knock on the door. An older man in a suit stood in the doorway. He held a briefcase in one hand and wore a fedora.

“Hello, miss. Are you Sam Manson?”

“Yeah,” said Sam. “Are you with the hospital?”

“No,” said the man, moving into the room and taking the other free chair. “But I do think we have something in common.”

“Oh?” said Sam. Without taking her eyes off the man, she sought out the nurse call button on Danny’s bed. “Do we?”

“Yes. You see, I represent a certain entity.”

“An entity.”

“Indeed. He is known to us, his followers, by a number of names, but the one we know to be most true is Clockwork.”

“Alright,” said Sam, “you have my attention. Who are you, and what do you want?”

The man smiled. “My name is Hortatio Gayne, and I only wish to share my knowledge regarding the… natures of our respective patrons. And perhaps offer some advice and support for a young leader only now gathering her flock.”

“You make it sound so creepy,” said Sam. She hadn’t relinquished her grip on the call button.

Horatio shrugged. “It is what it is. We do, on occasion, have to protect ourselves from unfriendly listeners.”

“Unfriendly listeners.”

“Unfortunately, not everyone is ready to embrace what we know to be the truth.”

“And what is that truth.”

Horatio leaned forward. “That what we call reality is the merest shadow of a far greater existence, filled with glorious and perfect beings of the spirit we can barely comprehend.” He sighed, as if longing, yearning for that world. “A world in which we may earn our place. A world we can someday hope to see realized, here. If, if, we work carefully.”

“And that means… what? I let you run things for me?”

“Of course not! One cannot serve two masters well, after all. Your patron must have followers dedicated solely to him, of course. Given the closeness of your patron and mine, however, does it not behoove us to cooperate, to better serve them both?”

Sam leaned forward. “Okay, first off, I’m not serving anyone. Danny is my friend. We’re friends. Secondly, before I agree to anything, I want to know exactly what it is you’re trying to work towards or whatever.”

“That will be a lengthy discussion.”

“I’ve got time.”

Horatio pulled back his sleeve, revealing not one or two but three watches on his arm. “Very well.” He looked back at Sam. “Then I shall speak frankly. Through the powers of our patrons and their kin, who are also called the Others, it is possible to create a world without suffering. But only if everyoneopens themselves to them and their power. Not an easy proposition.”

This had been Sam’s conclusion as well, except…

“Other than Danny, the rest of them don’t seem all that friendly.”

Horatio grimaced. “That is true, I’m afraid. But they do not act from malice, but a desire to understand us. We are so very different from them. Which is why it’s important to handle them carefully.”

“Meaning what?”

“’For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.’ You’ve heard this before, yes?”

“Sure.”

“It is the same with the Others. Only, compared to them, we are so incredibly small.”

“Please don’t do the ant comparison. It’s so cliched.”

“I am speaking more of physics than biology.” He closed his eyes. “Compared to them, we are tiny. Even so, as much as they influence us, we influence them. The effect is difficult to see. A single human would have trouble pushing a train car. But several working in concert…” He trailed off, suggestively. “But it is important to work together. Hence the existence of ritual and rite.” He put his briefcase on his lap and opened it, revealing a number of labeled manilla folders. “I have some items you may wish to build upon or take inspiration from. I have found them efficacious.”

“You’re talking about, what, mind control?”

“They enjoy it, by all accounts,” said Horatio, shrugging. “Their range of emotions are much greater than ours. Their ability to love is…” His eyes glossed over. “Exquisite. Far beyond our own. And they express it with things like this.”

That did seem to line up with what Danny had told her.

“What’s the catch?”

“Catch?”

“What do you want out of this?”

“You mean, beyond the swifter realization of my dearest dream? I will likely be long dead by the time everyone reaches the enlightenment we have been so generously given, my soul commended to the eternal service of my patron, in whatever manner he wills it. But I intend to do everything I can to speed the arrival of that happy day and reduce the suffering of my fellow human beings.” He held Sam’s gaze, steadily.

She didn’t believe it. Danny was one thing, but few people were genuinely altruistic. That’s why they needed Danny so much.

“And, perhaps, I hope to gain the favor of my patron by aiding the one he considers a son.”

There it was.

“Okay,” said Sam. “And are rituals all you’ve got in there?”

“Oh, goodness, no. I have some recruiting ideas that might appeal to a young lady of your particular and peculiar means as well.”

Sam sighed. This was still all kinds of sketchy, but the opportunity to build Danny’s support network before he woke up was too tempting.

“Let’s see them, then.”

#danny phantom #eldritch abomination au #ask #answer #dannymay 2021 #dannymay #dannymay 2021 day 24: Power #loved #loved 9

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Debunking the myth that Severus Snape is an incel

So, I've seen this go around a lot in the HP fandom, but unlike a lot of other exaggerated statements, this one...doesn't seem to be based on any real truth or fact.

Let's look at the definition of an incel from Wikipedia.

Incels, a portmanteau of "involuntary celibates", are members of an online subculture who define themselves as unable to find a romantic or sexual partner despite desiring one. Discussions in incel forums are often characterized by resentment, misogyny, misanthropy, self-pity and self-loathing, racism, a sense of entitlement to sex, and the endorsement of violence against sexually active people.

Alright, so which part of this definition does Snape fit? Does he define himself as being unable to find a romantic or sexual partner? Nope. He doesn't seem to want or even wish for companionship. Is he characterised by resentment? Yes, but not because he can't get laid. Is he a misogynist? Certainly not, he treats people of all genders equally badly. Misanthropy, self-loathing? Yes, but none of these issues is related to his inability to have sex. Racism? Given that he joined the Death Eaters, yes. But once again, his views on blood purity were independent of Lily, the seeds of it were there as a child. A sense of entitlement to sex, and the endorsement of violence against sexually active people? This is a confident and definitive no.

The parts of Snape that do correlate with the incel movement: resentment, self-loathing, misanthropy, are missing the core tenet of the incel movement: misogyny. Snape's resentment is not from the fact that he's unable to get laid. He does not blame women for not giving him sex. His resentment of James Potter was not solely due to Lily, either, although that was a factor. It was also based on the fact that James Potter had what Snape at that point lacked, which Harry pinpoints so accurately in 'The Prince's Tale: 'an air of being cared for and even adored'. James also had power and privilege, and regularly used it to abuse Snape, and of course, a young, poverty-stricken, ugly, half-blood child would feel resentful of that. So, his resentment was not based around any misogynistic idea that James could 'score' women while Snape could not.

Snape was self-loathing, but not because he could not get laid. It's actually the opposite. The first time he exhibits traits of self-loathing are after Lily dies when he says 'I wish I were dead.' He hates himself for being responsible for getting her killed. If he was an incel, he would actually celebrate her death, thinking it was the price she paid for not choosing him. But Snape's self-loathing comes from being unable to protect her.

Misanthropy: I mean....this is self-explanatory. He's a misanthrope because he doesn't like anybody, period. It's got nothing to do with sexual conquest.

Now that I've (hopefully) established why Snape does not share any notable traits related to the incel movement, let me try to debunk some often repeated 'truths' in the fandom that people repeat to play into the idea that he was an incel.

1) Snape couldn't handle Lily rejecting him, so he joined the Death Eaters.

People always say this as if Snape wore a fedora and asked Lily on a date, and when she rejected him, decided that all muggleborns were bad and joined the Death Eaters...when that's not what happened at all.

First of all, the timeline here is wrong. Snape's fascination for the Death Eaters was independent of Lily. We already know he was likely abused by his Muggle father. We know that he loved dark magic. We also know that Slytherin is a breeding ground for blood purist views. And so, Snape was groomed into this movement; he certainly did not join the Death Eaters in reaction to Lily 'rejecting' him.

This brings us to the other point. Lily did not 'reject' Snape because Snape never told her how he felt. We don't know if Lily even knew how he felt. Lily rejected his friendship because he was on the path to becoming a Death Eater.

2) Snape stalked Lily and harassed her all the time.

Once again, false. Snape left her alone after Lily rejected his apology. He never tried to speak to her again or bothered her again. I'm certain Sirius Black would have brought it up if that were the case. But the fact that neither Remus nor Sirius even remembers that Snape and Lily were even friends suggests that they went their separate paths.

3) Snape offered James and Harry to Voldemort hoping that he could get with Lily after her death.

There are several misconceptions here.

Snape did not offer James and Harry to Voldemort in exchange for Lily. He simply did not care if James or Harry's lives. That is of course terrible in its own way. But there is a definite difference between the two. Voldemort would have gone after the Potters either way. There was no deal made between Voldemort and Snape where Snape said 'I'll give you James and Harry if you let Lily live.' What happened was Voldemort was already set on killing the Potters, and Snape made a desperate request to protect Lily. His situation was a) Let the Potters all die and b) Let only James and Harry die and Lily survive. There were no other options. He wanted to save her life and let her live. It wasn't out of some hope that she would fall in love with him. She was the only person who had ever cared about him and he just did not want her to die because of his actions, nothing else.

I know Dumbledore says 'in exchange for the mother' in the hilltop scene but people are forgetting that scene is one of powerplay and negotiation between Dumbledore and Snape. Snape is a terrified Death Eater fully expecting Dumbledore to murder him. Dumbledore holds the upper hand in that interaction. It is in Snape's best interests not to defend himself and simply accept the judgement Dumbledore gives him. Dumbledore, meanwhile, is trying to make Snape as ashamed as possible to get him on his side and deliberately uses phrasing to guilt him.

4) Snape bullied Harry because he didn't get the girl.

Snape's feelings towards Harry are complicated and are wrapped up in all sorts of messy emotions including hatred, resentment, guilt, anguish, and trauma. But the foremost emotions in his hatred for Harry have to do with James. Harry is a carbon copy of James, who was his primary bully in school. We have seen how bad James was to him in SWM. It is irrational of course, but a lot of his hatred for Harry has to do with looking exactly like his bully. A lot of his feelings are also guilt because Harry is proof of Snape's own failings, of not being able to save Lily. Part of it is also resentment because protecting Harry is quite possibly the own reason Snape is still alive. He wasn't able to protect Lily and to atone, he has to protect her son. He is resentful of the fact that he has to protect his bully's son, resentful that his life has become stagnated because of this child, and of course resentful that Harry constantly gets into a lot of trouble at Hogwarts, which solidifies his image in Snape's head as 'James-lite' while also making his job of protecting him harder. So his feelings towards Harry are projection of his failings and trauma and not an inability to get the girl.

Tl;dr: Snape lacks the core tenets of incel ideology i.e misogyny and an obsession with not getting sex. The incel ideology is a violent hate movement built upon hatred towards women. Snape has never once shown any inclination to be misogynistic. He never blamed Lily for the end of their friendship; rather, he understands that it was his mistakes and choices that led their friendship to end. Just because Snape is an ugly man who loved someone one-sidedly does not mean he was automatically a violent misogynist who hated all women. 'Snape is a bully' is a fact because it is canonically supported by the text. 'Snape is an incel' is not a fact; it is a lie.

#severus snape #pro snape #harry potter #lbr i don't think it's a valid headcanon either because headcanons also have to have some basis in canon #I can't believe I need to make such a longass post about something so obvious

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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Mr. Blue Sky

Prompt: if ur still taking prompts could you maybe write Patton having a bad depression day and the other sides helping him out! ps your writing is amazing

Thanks for the prompt, babe! I hope it’s what you wanted!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: depressive episode, nothing graphic

Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR, I don’t care, all or none. Can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2554

Depression:

de•pres•sion – a mood disorder marked especially by sadness, inactivity, difficulty in thinking and concentration, a significant increase or decrease in appetite and time spent sleeping, feelings of dejection, and hopelessness.

Patton feels grey today.

Sometimes he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know it’s going to be a bad day.

Patton’s gonna be honest. He doesn’t have bad days most of the time. No, really, he doesn’t. Not like this.

Most days it’s just kind of…there, you know? It’s like looking up into a clear, blue sky, as blue as it could possibly be, and there’s just a little grey cloud near the horizon. Not bothering anyone, not making it shady anywhere, but it’s there. Unmistakably there. That’s not a bad day. It’s just a day.

Today he wakes up and the whole sky is grey.

His room responds to emotion. It fills with soft air, vibrant color, all the things that make Thomas feel—well, anything. So many, so many, so many. Not today.

Today the room is grey.

Shadows cast darkness onto almost every surface in his room, from the desk to the closet to the bare walls where every memory is blurred out into static. The whole room looks flat. Like someone stuck a black and white photo of what it’s supposed to look like into a projector and the projector is shaky, spinning out of time, artifacts appearing in the photo. He blinks. Tries to clear his vision. It doesn’t help.

Patton blinks again and his eyelids feel like they’re glued shut. He can’t open them. Why should he? He doesn’t want to see this version of his room. Better to just lie here and wait for the rainclouds to go away. Are they rainclouds? They don’t feel like rain clouds. They just feel like clouds. How do we make clouds go away?

Logan would know how clouds go away. But Logan is not here and every inch of his body feels like it weighs too much. Is he imagining it or is he sinking further into his bed?

The blankets on top of him aren’t weighted, he knows that, but even their faint pressure is insurmountable. He can’t summon up the will to move them so he doesn’t. He just lies there. Still. Trying to see if he can open his eyes.

He should get up. He has to get dressed. He has to make breakfast.

But why? None of them need to eat. Logan’s probably made himself breakfast in the time it’s taken him to not get out of bed. Roman’s probably eaten already. Virgil doesn’t normally join them for breakfast. Janus has a sleep schedule he hasn’t figured out yet. And Remus…well, Remus likes his own type of food.

Patton doesn’t need to go anywhere, what would be the point?

He can’t fall back asleep. There’s too much static. It whines in his ears and makes him want to scrunch up, block it out, if only he could move. But he can’t. So he won’t.

Will the others worry? Maybe. It’s not like he can do anything about it. He remembers—does he? Does he have enough energy to remember?—they told him if he ever needed help or support on bad days he should come get one of them. Or summon them. But summoning means moving.

Doesn’t really matter. Moving won’t make the clouds go away. Might as well just…lie here, wait for them to go away.

Patton lies there, in his bed, on his side, his room turning grey.

He blinks. Oh. The light is different. Was the light different a moment ago? It was coming in low, wasn’t it? Why is it super bright now? It’s too bright. It’s too grey.

But closing the curtains means moving.

He blinks.

The light is gone now. It’s back to being low in the sky. Did he imagine it being really bright?

Doesn’t matter. The room is still grey.

Something buzzes at the corner of his mind. Is that…is something making noise? It happens again.

“Patton?”

Oh. Is that Roman? Why is Roman here?

“Patton, are you in here?”

Speaking means moving.

“…Patton, I’m coming in, okay?”

The door creaks open and there is a quickly stifled gasp. The room is still grey.

“Patton? Patton, where are—oh, oh, Padre…”

Oh. Roman’s here now. Roman’s sash is so red.

“Patton,” Roman murmurs as he crouches next to the bed, “Patton, can you hear me?”

Patton manages a small sound in his throat. Oh. He can speak. A little. He tries again.

“…mhmm.”

Roman breathes a sigh of relief. His expression changes into something a little sad. “Bad day, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

“When was the last time you ate something,” Roman prompts gently, “drank something?”

Patton furrows his brow. Isn’t it still morning? In response, Roman carefully moves his clock into his line of sight.

Oh.

His eyes must widen a little when he realizes it’s late in the afternoon. Roman sets the clock aside and glances at the door.

“I’m going to take that as you haven’t eaten today,” he says quietly, “is that right?”

Patton closes his eyes and makes a frustrated noise. What good is this? What good is he? If he can’t make the clouds go away—

“Hey,” comes the soft voice and a warm hand on his cheek, “stay with me here.”

Roman smiles at him and runs his fingers through his hair as he peers up at him. Roman is warm. Really warm. Does warm make the clouds go away?

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay?” Roman tucks his other hand under Patton’s head, cradling it gently. “We’re going to have you sit up first, then we’re going to go get you something to eat. Is that alright?”

…yeah.

But…moving.

“Shh,” Roman says as a little wrinkle appears between Patton’s brows again, “I won’t move until you’re ready for it.”

Patton’s about to try and say he’s been unable to move all day, apparently, when Roman leans forward and rests their foreheads together, warm breaths puffing over his neck. Roman is warm. Roman is red.

He closes his eyes and lets Roman’s warmth bring a little color back to his cheeks.

“Okay,” he mumbles after a little, “okay.”

“You want to try and sit up now?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Roman adjusts his grip, getting one hand around Patton’s waist. “We’re going to go slow. If at any point you feel dizzy, or you can’t keep going, you have my full permission to fall on me and we’ll lie you back down.”

For some reason, the image of him just full-on collapsing onto Roman makes a giggle bubble up in his throat. Roman chuckles too, his arms tightening.

“Ready? Here we go…”

Sitting up is slow. It’s fuzzy. But it works. Roman rubs his arm encouragingly as they get him seated on the edge of the bed.

“Next step is standing up. You need a moment before we do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. You take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

Roman is warm. Roman is so, so warm. Patton’s fingers idly toy with the cord on his shoulders.

“…thanks.”

“Oh, of course, Padre.” A warm hand runs over his cheek. “It’s no more than you’ve done for us.”

“…us?”

Roman gives him a smile. “You don’t think the others are going to let me have all the fun, do you?”

As if on cue, there’s another set of footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey, Princey, you get lost or something?”

“In here,” Roman calls as Virgil rounds the corner. Virgil is purple. So, so, purple.

“Heya, Pop-star,” Virgil says softly, crouching down next to Roman, “you havin’ an off day?”

“…yeah.”

“Okay. We’re gonna get you downstairs, okay? The others are waiting.”

“What?”

Virgil’s mouth tugs up into a smile. “Yeah, Pat. You didn’t show all day and we got worried.”

Roman gives his arm a squeeze. “You about ready to stand?”

Patton nods and holds his arms out for help.

“Easy, easy—“

“There you go, Padre, go slow.”

“Great job. You wanna lean on us for a little?”

“I got you, don’t worry.”

Roman loops his arm gracefully through Patton’s, holding him like they’re walking down the path to his castle again as they move out of the too-grey room. Virgil hangs beside them, following down the stairs into the living room. As soon as they hit the bottom, Logan looks up from the kitchen and smiles.

“Hello, Patton.” He gestures toward the seat next to him. “Please, come join us.”

Roman deposits him carefully next to Logan, who immediately sets a small plate in front of him. Virgil gives him a wink before striking up a conversation with Roman that immediately fills the room. There’s no pressure for Patton to join, no pressure to do anything other than try and eat the easy food in front of him and lean against Logan’s side. Logan’s warm too. Is everyone warm? Logan is blue. Dark blue.

“Here,” Logan murmurs as Janus sends a barb back at Virgil, “try and drink this for me?”

It’s just water. It does little to clear the static in his throat, but it does make him feel a little more like a person. He goes to try and take another bite only for it to turn to ash in his mouth.

Remus catches his grimace from his other side. “Had enough?”

“Think so.”

Reaching out in a blur of green, Remus scoops Patton’s food onto his own plate and scarfs it down, artfully dodging the balled-up receipt Roman tosses at him.

“What are they talking about,” Patton mumbles to Logan as Remus immediately shouts something about lizards and coniferous trees.

“I have absolutely no idea,” comes Logan’s bemused reply. “I believe it started off with a debate about what exactly separates reptiles from mammals but I’ve quite lost the thread of the conversation.”

“It’s not my fault that you decided dragons are a subspecies of platypuses!”

“Does that make every single dragon a relative of Perry the Platypus?”

“Well, somehow we’ve gotten to Phineas and Ferb,” Logan murmurs as Virgil immediately starts clamoring for Janus to change his hat.

And somehow the image of seeing Janus as a gold snake with a fedora makes the static clear enough for Patton to giggle.

Of course, the instant he does that, the entire table just stops to stare at him. Virgil is so distracted Janus swipes his hat back and stands, sweeping around to Patton’s side.

“Shall we keep going?”

“What are we doing now?”

“Let’s get you changed into something else,” Janus says softly as he helps Patton up, leaving the others to talk about…whatever they’re talking about now, “it’ll help you feel better.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

Patton shakes his head as they get back to his room. “Just a grey day.”

Janus nods and gently pushes him toward the bathroom. “Take a shower for me, honey, then we’ll get you into some new clothes.”

“Um—“

He pauses on his way to Patton’s closet. “What is it, honey?”

“Can I, um…” Now that he’s seen the others, the cold greyness of his room makes the numbness flood back. “Could you…hug me?”

“Oh, of course, honey, come here…”

Oh, Janus is warm. Janus is really warm. Really warm and really yellow.

“You’re doing so well today,” Janus murmurs, stroking up and down Patton’s back, “we’re so proud of you.”

They stand there for a little while, until Patton can pry himself out of the hug and toward the bathroom. The tiles are grey but the sink is cream. He peels himself out of the pajamas that are starting to feel a little gummy and tosses them in the hamper. The shower handle is cold but the water is warm. He doesn’t have the energy to wash. The water beats over his shoulders, warm, steady, reassuring. If he closes his eyes, the clouds have started to rain. Warm, summer rain that smells like sleep.

A light knock on the door a few moments later and Patton turns the water off. He hears Janus open the door and leave something on the counter. He takes the towel from the rack and dries himself off, curling his fingers in the soft clothes left for him.

Janus smiles when he opens the door, holding his hand out for Patton to take.

“Come on,” he coaxes when Patton blearily makes a noise of protest, “the others are downstairs waiting.”

“Wha’re we doing?”

“Well,” Janus drawls as they make their way into the hall, “I’m sure it couldn’t be letting us spoil you with cuddles, now, couldn’t it?”

Sure enough, Roman’s summoned a mattress big enough to cover the entire floor of the living room. Remus is already sprawled on top of Roman, but he looks up with a grin as Patton gets to the bottom of the stairs.

“Remus, no—!”

Roman just manages to grab his brother around the waist as Remus lunges for Patton.

“Let me go!”

“You have to wait for him to get to the mattress first!”

“Ugh,” Remus rolls his eyes, “fine.”

Janus chuckles as Patton crawls to the center of the mattress and, after a brief nod, Roman lets Remus go. Sure enough, Remus almost bowls them back off the mattress.

“Remus,” Roman huffs in exasperation, even though Patton can hear his smile.

“What?” Remus shifts on top of him, his weight warm and green and perfect, his arms wrapped around Patton’s waist as he tucks a pillow under his head. “I got it.”

He can hear Roman roll his eyes as red tucks itself against his side. “Yeah, you sure do.”

Virgil snickers from somewhere above him and Patton cranes his neck back to see a flash of purple curling above his head. “You comfy, Pat? Breathing okay?”

“…yeah.”

“Good.” The purple looks over to Patton’s other side. “So’re you two just gonna sit there and pretend you don’t want in or what?”

“We’re coming.”

Sure enough, a moment later, Janus takes a seat with his back against the couch, Virgil’s head in his lap. He reaches down with a golden hand and runs his fingers through Patton’s hair. Dark blue lies down next to him and Logan reaches to gently remove his glasses, laying them on the side table.

Everything is fuzzy static clears. Something dull and achy wells up in Patton’s chest, asleep all day, forming a lump in his throat that suddenly makes it hard to breathe. As if they can feel it, the twins share a look.

Remus frees one of his arms and carefully takes Patton’s right hand, gently pressing it to the mattress next to his head. Roman takes his left, pressing a kiss to the back of it and clasping it to his own chest. Logan shifts as Janus’s hand cards through Patton’s hair. Virgil murmurs something that gets lost in the warm haze.

Amidst the warmth, Patton’s eyes flutter closed.

The sky is filled with clouds, splashed with dark blue, fading into purple, the lightest touches of gold at the very edges, shimmering in the fading light. The deep red at the horizon fades into pink, into yellow, into the slightest hint of green before spilling into an endless stretch of blue, blue, blue sky.

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carmensbroom · 3 years

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okay SO I've had 6 hours to calm down and gather my thoughts after the trailer so hold onto your fedoras (see what I did there?)

I know there's bigger things to worry about right now but where the fuck is zari that is my emotional support acme agent GIVE HER BACK

my baby julesssss I love you so much queen but let's face it you're screwed

for once I'm actually excited about chase's arc he's been drinking his respect women juice I see

tigress vs chase is a fight I never thought I'd get to see but I'm not complaining

countess cleo is so HOT in that new outfit holy shit did somebody say milf rights

I'm really not expecting carulia to be "canon" but there's at least one episode where they interact so that's enough for me (they better talk about stockholm or I SWEAR TO GOD-)

gray looks like he's going through some shit I'm so sorry babe

the lack of zack and ivy concerns me I need at least some comic relief after all this angst

I feel like I'm the only person who isn't freaking out about player but his arc looks... entertaining to say the least sjsjsjs

I assume gray's memories are slowly coming back and it looks like he's with vile as well as acme so he's probably gonna have to pick a side at some point

jules please join team red I don't even care about ships at this point I just want her to join lmao

I REALLY hope they don't do an unnecessary last minute redemption arc for coach brunt

chief wasn't in it as much as I thought she would be I wanna see her lose her shit tbh

omg gray you can't just go around tackling children to the ground we've talked about this

I've been too busy freaking out about what's happening to everyone else to even think about carmen herself but it looks like she's gonna reach her lowest point (please let her cry I wanna see it so bad)

PLATONIC REDCRACKLE HUG PLEASE

I was initially worried about shadowsan but he looks like he's doing great I just hope they don't kill him off

it doesn't look like carmen is gonna find her mom after all but hopefully she'll realise that family isn't just about blood

and finally: carmen really said "release my girlfriend or I'll drop this priceless artefact into the big no no hole"

#there's so much more I wanna say but I can't think straight atm #carmen sandiego season 4 #carmen sandiego #julia argent #gray cs #chase devineaux

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Jean Gabin and the Allure of Pepe By Susan King

Julian Duvivier’s PÉPÉ LE MOKO is one of the most influential films of the 20th century. Not only is the 1937 French romantic crime drama starring the legendary Jean Gabin, a precursor of the Hollywood film noir, the classic inspired such filmmakers as Michael Curtiz (Casablanca, ‘42), Carol Reed (The Third Man, ‘49) and even Jean-Pierre Melville (Bob le Flambeur, ‘56). PÉPÉ was such an international hit, producer Walter Wanger quickly released a near shot-by-shot remake in 1938, Algiers, directed by John Cromwell and starring Charles Boyer as Pepe and Hedy Lamarr in her first American role. That film earned four Oscar nominations, including Best Actor for Boyer and Best Supporting Actor for Gene Lockhart.

And lest we forget, the original and the remake also influenced animator Chuck Jones’ now pariah of a character, Pepe Le Pew, and a dreadful musical version Casbah (’48) with Tony Martin and Yvonne De Carlo.

PÉPÉ is also a prime example of the poetic realism style of French filmmaking popular in the late 1930s. Besides Duvivier, other directors known for this lyrical style include Jean Vigo, Marcel Carne and Jean Renoir. The male anti-hero characters who populated these films were doomed from the outset; they lived on the outskirts of society, as in Renoir’s The Lower Depths (’36); were members of the working class; or were criminals, as in the case of Pepe. These characters tragically think when they fall in love, they will break out of their cursed existence. But women cause their emotional downfall, and romance usually ends in the death of the character.

Pépé is a powerful, charismatic master thief who is respected and feared in the Algerian district known as the Casbah. He rules over the crooked, mazelike area where he plans his latest heists. But he is also trapped there. He dreams of returning to Paris but knows that will never happen. The police are in wait at the edge of the city if he dares try to escape. Also lurking around him is the sleazy and manipulative Inspector Slimane (Lucas Gridoux). As soon as he meets a beautiful Parisienne woman Gaby (Mireille Balin), the mistress of a much older wealthy Frenchman, you know Pépé is doomed.

PÉPÉ LE MOKO wouldn’t have been the enduring masterpiece it is without Gabin, the Everyman superstar of French cinema. Film noir superstars from Humphrey Bogart to Dana Andrews to Robert Ryan owe a lot of their anti-hero personae to Gabin. The legendary film critic Andre Bazin once described him as “the tragic hero of contemporary cinema.”

He was also one of the best dressed – no rumbled fedoras or ill-fitting suits. Just check out those well-tailored suits, snappy shoes and ties Pépé wears. In his 2002 New York Times critical essay on the film, critic Elvis Mitchell wrote Gabin’s “expressive and sorrowful pudding of a face immediately gave a picture a soul. Gabin was the tropical opposite to the waxy screen idols whose sleek good looks often suggested the hood ornament of a Hispano-Suiza.” And in the case of PÉPÉ, “Gabin’s wary cool is the heart of this movie.”

Because Wanger didn’t want any competition with his remake, PÉPÉ LE MOKO wasn’t shown in the U.S until 1941. The New York Times’ Bosley Crowther described the film as an “incomparable advantage over the Hollywood-made imitation: it is raw edged, realistic and utterly frank exposition of a basically evil story …” Adding that Gabin’s “tough, unsentimental performance of the title role is much more credible and revealing than Charles Boyer’s sad-eyed mooning as Pepe in Algiers.”

Gabin, who was a song and dance man before he made films, was probably the biggest star in France when he made PÉPÉ LE MOKO and Renoir’s Grand Illusion, which was also released in 1937. He was sexy, tough and tender. He didn’t need dialogue to express his emotions, he literally wore his heart on his face. There’s an incredible scene near the end of PÉPÉ where he is determined to stop Gaby from leaving on a ship. He’s like a madman making his wave through the maze of the Casbah, and Duvivier’s herky-jerky back projection of the streets reflects his tormented emotional state.

“Director Jean Renoir used to say that the range of feelings Jean Gabin can show and express are limitless,” said Charles Zigman, author of the Gabin biography, Coolest Movie Star, in a 2008 L.A. Times interview. “The difference with other actors is he feels the feelings of his character. … He is the consummate Everyman. When you start watching his movies what you notice immediately is that he’s likeable. You feel like you have known him for a long time. He’s very real. He’s not putting on airs.”

Wanger initially wanted Gabin to reprise his Pépé for Algiers, but the notoriously difficult actor turned him down. Gabin did come to Hollywood in the early 1940s, making two disappointing films, Moontide (1942) and The Imposter (1944), and more headlines for his high-profile romance with Marlene Dietrich. He returned to France and joined Charles De Gaulle’s Free French Forces as a tank commander, winning medals for his bravery in Europe and North Africa.

But his absence from the screen didn’t make the moviegoers hearts grow fonder for Gabin. In fact, when he returned to acting grayer and more corpulent, he discovered he had been forgotten. He made several expensive films, including the dreadful Martin Roumagnac (‘46) with Dietrich and the Oscar-winning The Walls of Malapaga (’49), but even the latter film didn’t get him out of his slump.

But luck changed when he turned 50, starring as an aging gangster in Jacques Becker’s terrific noir, Touchez pas au grisbi (’54), for which he won the Volpi Cup at the Venice Film Festival. And the following year, he reunited with Renoir for the delightful Technicolor hit French Cancan. And he never stopped working. In fact, his last film, Holy Year (‘76), was released the year he died. Beloved by his legions of fans, Gabin had a true hero’s funeral with full military honors. And his ashes were scattered into the sea from a naval ship.

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mothric · 3 years

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🏳‍🌈?

@strawberrypegasus thanks for the ask! sorry for the late reply. I spent an hour answering just one of these yesterday so I wasn’t really able to get to anybody else lol. Haikyuu infodump time here we goooo

🏳️‍🌈 - do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

so I technically already answered this, but I wanted to reserve my neurodivergent headcanons for this ask so I can have them all in one place! I have so many!!

Hinata, Lev, and Bokuto are all on the ADHD squad. for sure.

I just know in my heart that Hinata is a leg-jiggler and writing utensils fly out of his hand at least four times a day. there’s a reason this kid doesn’t play, like, baseball lmao

meanwhile Lev is the person who will set his feet on the desk of the person in front of him and then jiggle his legs and every time he will not realize he’s done so until he gets told to stop. he will apologize. he will cease for 2 minutes. and then he will do it again. every. single. day.

I think Bokuto’s emotional reactivity and extreme sensitivity to criticism and zero impulse control all speak for itself. the man’s got ADHD I don’t make the rules ok

I am of the personal belief that Kageyama and Ushijima are on the autism spectrum. people can totally disagree with me on this one but I see aspects of myself in them and what are headcanons if not an excuse to project ourselves? lmao

re: Kageyama, he has a really difficult time monitoring his tone of voice, often comes off as rude/aggressive, and has a tendency to say the wrong things at the wrong time. he also sometimes has difficulty interpreting what others say, and he struggles to participate socially or mirror others even though he tries (see: his ‘meat dance’ lmao). when he’s asked to learn to read his teammates better he’s shown to really struggle with it. he also has this whole thing where he doesn’t like to tape his fingers because the feeling of it bothers him and he can tell there’s like a 1mm separation between his fingers and the ball and if that ain’t neurodivergent honey idk what is. also milk is one of his safe foods. I said what I said

re: Ushijima, I feel like this is so obvious I don’t know how people don’t see it lol. he doesn’t mince words, and he doesn’t deal in double meanings or insinuations. he just says exactly what he means, and this is often experienced as rude by people who don’t know him well. his tone of voice is pretty flat, and he doesn’t express emotion overtly like others do. he is also shown to have a hard time fitting in throughout his life. even though the narrative attributes his ‘standing out’ to his left-handedness in childhood, which his mother tried to correct, I personally see this as being analogous in many ways to being a neurodivergent kid. like when his family talks about his left-handedness it doesn’t feel like just a conversation about that, y’know?

ALSO HE READS THE ADS??? HE UNIRONICALLY ENJOYS READING THE ADS IN SHONEN JUMP INSTEAD OF THE MANGA. I LOVE THAT FOR HIM.

anyway you can pry autistic Kags and Ushi from my cold dead hands. I love them so much and if anybody calls Ushijima ‘boring’ or ‘dry’ one more time I WILL fight. just because he doesn’t emote the way you think he should, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel anything!!!! ugh ok anyway

Tsukki has some kind of depression and at times I really do worry for him lol. like I love him. I love his growth. I love how far he’s come. I also think he should like... see a doctor sjfkd

this isn’t related to neurodivergence but if Kenma doesn’t have some kind of chronic illness I will eat my shoe. like? he has consistently low energy and low stamina that everybody is aware of and accommodates him for? he regularly comes down with low-grade fevers when practice is a little intense? and this is just? how he lives?? my first thought for him was CFS but it could really be any number of things.

FUKUNAGA IS ND TOO. autistic or ADHD I’m not sure, he could be both! you’re probably wondering how I deduced this about a side character from Nekoma who only has like five lines in season 4, but man... I just know this kid is not New Row Typical. there is no fuckin way. the way he speaks and interacts and just ... the way he puts words together .... he gives me improv theatre geek vibes and I know from personal experience that not a single person who is unironically into improv is NT. if it wasn’t for school uniforms, Fukunaga would wear a fedora. not in a m’lady way, I mean he would just think it looks neat and he’d probably stick a bunch of pins in it that he likes and I 👏 SUPPORT 👏 HIM 👏

Fukunaga also seems like someone who would teach himself to do electro swing dances and listen to FNAF and MLP fan songs without even being in the fandoms. gosh I love him so much. he is simply out here vibing. it’s Fukunaga’s world and we’re all just living in it

finally I think Kita and Tendou are good candidates for the neurodivergent squad, though this isn’t a hard and fast one for me. but when Kita started talking about how being methodical and meticulous just feels nice and satisfying I was like,.. we got another one lads. also Tendou is just... Tendou. he’s got Tendou-itis. lmao

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I have once again gone absolutely hog wild I hope u enjoyed it

#hinata #kageyama #ushijima #fukunaga #hq!!#I was going to mention yamaguchi and yachi's anxiety but like... those are basically already canon?#so feels almost not worth mentioning lol #strawberrypegasus #thank u kind friend #feb 2021

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Where can i find these Reggie x Nick thought i heard from you? I'm intrigued.

Sorry it took a bit to answer this, Nonnie! But thank you for giving me this opportunity to talk about this new crack ship that I can’t help but love. They haven’t yet reached the same level of love I have for my other “technically” crackship, that is basically canon to me, Flarrie (aka Flynn x Carrie who has become an otp to me and @alexs-fannypack and is a beautiful ship in our canon and deserves to have a ex friends-enemies-lovers sl in s2 and beyond. FIGHT US.) BUT, I literally just came up with the idea of Reggie x Nick like yesterday, so it’s new. However here’s why I really like the idea of them (even though there’s absolutely no basis for them):

How I came up with them was that I was seeing a funny post about Nick and Juke. And it reminded me about my feelings about Nick. Like even though I don’t really ship Nick/Julie and Juke is my OTP of OTP’s on this show (along with Willex), I still felt really bad for him, especially at the end of s1 (they better get Caleb out of him ASAP). He was always so nice and supportive to Julie. Like even after Julie rejected him, he was still so supportive and happy her when she and the band performed at The Orpheum. Nick is just a supportive sweetheart and deserves all the love in the world.

And then it hit me. You know who else is also a supportive sweetheart that deserves all the love in the world? Our very own Reginald, of course.

While Luke has Julie and Alex has Willie, my boi Reggie deserves to have someone too. And he’s such an adorable precious bean who loves and supports everyone, and who deserves more love. And yes, that’s basically my whole basis for them. However, I think pairing two characters who both like music and are such supportive sweethearts, together can be really adorable. They can show that love and support to each other.

Now, you’re probably thinking, “That’s cute and all. But one’s a ghost and one’s a lifer who can’t see him like Julie can. How’s that going to work?” Well, I’m glad you asked. There’s two ways that this can be solved.

1) I mentioned before that I think after Julie saved her himbos The Phantoms, they got more powerful which explains how she was able to touch them, and were now able to do more stuff. I have different theories of what that exactly entails. But right now we’re going to focus on others seeing them. And there’s two ways that came to mind to help with Reggie x Nick. Either, only people can see them when Julie’s around and/or touching them, or if the ghost has like an emotional connection to them or something. In my Alex fic that I wrote, I explained it being a bit of both.

2) After Nick is possessed by Caleb and they somehow save him (bc they’re gonna save him dammit), maybe it did something to him that not only makes him able to see the ghosts but touch them as well.

Now that solving how they can see each other is out of the way. Here’s other random/silly thoughts on why I like the idea of them:

-Like most of the characters, they both really love music and are really talented. But it’s not really focused like the others. For Reggie, we do see is it (like in The Band Is Back) but it’s mostly either through jokes (e.i the best country song not yet made, Home Is Where My Horse Is) or through their band’s love for music in general. And with Nick, we barely see him in music class in the beginning of 1x01 (which I will expand on in just a second), but I think it’s safe to say that he loves music and that it means a lot to him. It’d be cool to have how they first bond is through music (like with Juke).

- Speaking of their love for music. They both can play the guitar extremely well. Reggie with his bass and Nick with the electric. Like did you see Nick shredding that beautiful blue Les Paul in music class during 1x01?? I think Reggie would totally rock out to that. Now I’m imagining them completely jamming out together.

-They both have great styles that I think can sorta compliment each other in way. Like @alexs-fannypack mentioned, Nick’s fedoras are awesome and I can totally see Reggie being like the only one who brings them up and really loving them. Like Nick’s whole Fedora/old style look matched with Reggie’s 90′s rocker leather jacket/black tank/flannel shirt tied around the waist ensemble? Already iconic. *chef’s kiss*

-And last but certainly not least. Nick would totally play/sing Home Is Where My Horse Is with Reggie. Both out of support for him, but also bc he really loves the song.

In conclusion: Both Nick and Reggie are precious supportive beans who deserve the world and love (just in case that wasn’t clear from all of the times I mentioned it). And I think they can give that to each other. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie #reggie molina #nick #jatp #reggie jatp #nick jatp #reggie x nick #did i really just write an entire meta on this crackship #why yes yes i did #kj gets an ask #kj gets a nonnie

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