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cursed-40k-thoughts · 2 days

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MTG or YGO?

Long post? Long post!

Are you asking what I prefer? YGO. Are you asking what I think is better? That is wholly dependent on what a person wants out of a card game.

YGO's biggest barrier to entry is the fact that the cards are written in their own form of legalese. I mean this very literally, too. They use "Problem-solving card text" where it makes use of deliberately placed adverbs in effect descriptions to dictate moment to moment interactions. It is almost like learning a new language, and has been compared to learning how to read through legal documents. It becomes comprehensive once you wrap your head around it, and is the reason you can do some properly crazy/funny shit in the game, but wrapping your head around it and understanding what new cards do is a whole thing. Having someone who's played YGO before teach you how to play the game is basically the most reliable way to learn it. It's genuinely a problem.

MTG is, comparatively, much easier to learn. Very low floor of entry, and sequenced in such a way that you can understand basically how the entire game works in a few hours. MTG's complexity 100% exceeds YGO's at the uppermost levels, but the way game comprehension builds on itself is much cleaner, so it feels less obtuse overall.

MTG is mechanically more casual friendly. The current MTG darling format, Commander, is basically a 2ish hour social game where four people engage in a free for all that hinges partially on social politicking. It's typically chill. You also have a lot of assorted 1v1 formats and such. There is likely a "way to play" that will resonate with you, and the games tend to be slowish.

YGO doesn't really have multiple formats in a meaningful way. You can absolutely do group stuff and set informal rules, but the game ultimately hinges on 1v1s. With the frontal complexity of card text, these can and will feel very lopsided and frustrating until you understand what's going on. Once you do know, it's super cool, but getting to that point can feel like a chore. The games are also typically quite fast (maybe 3-6 long turns) and very dense with card interactions and timings. I enjoy it for the way it makes me strategise (or not), but it's definitely a preference thing.

Cost is something where YGO absolutely curb stomps. I can get a whole deck of picked out cards, plus a suite of "staple" (eternally meta relevant) cards, with lots of cool foiled versions and stuff, for like 50-70 bucks USD. You are NOT doing that with MTG. MTG is a stupidly fucking expensive game, where reprints of important cards are rare to encourage market speculation (I am not kidding) and finance bros have an ACTUAL PLACE in the community. There is a reason that casual MTG encourages proxy use. It's fucked. Also, as an aside, MTG's shiny/foil cards are dogshit. Same-y and super prone to curling. YGO foils are extremely good and pretty.

Cost feeds into another issue; set rotation. You can argue merit in both directions with this one, but for the average person with average money to spend, MTG takes another L here. MTG has set rotation. Basically, in the standard 1v1 format, cards that have been out more than 3 years will no longer be playable in that format, and you have to get the new cards. A lot of the alternate 1v1 formats in MTG actually just boil down to "1v1s but you can use cards as far back as X" because... people want to use their cards they bought. YGO doesn't have this. It instead has a banlist, updated every couple of months, that aims to curb problematic card interactions. Ultimately, though, if you buy a thing and like the thing, you can basically always use the thing. (MTG, as an aside, also has banlists for its formats, but it's in addition to the rotation stuff. The fact so many formats are there to ignore X years of rotations is also kinda telling, imo.)

Art direction and flavour are a personal thing. I like both, though I think that YGO's reputation for archetypal/thematic variation and card art quality are well-earned. That'd be wholly up to your preferences.

So yeah, I have a fondness for both games, but I ultimately prefer YGO because I like doing unhinged bullshit in it, I like the art a whole lot, and I like that all my cards are affordable and retain usability in a typical play environment.

#ask #YGO #Yu-Gi-Oh #MTG #Magic The Gathering

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thottybrucewayne · 5 months

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Another James Somerton lie that's super egregious to me is his lying about Janelle Monáe having to come out of the closet when Pynk came out because "Everyone got confused and thought the song was a girl power anthem when it was really Janelle's coming out song." and making a big deal about erasure and what not but it's like A. None of that is true the second that music video came out everybody and they mama said, "Janelle Monáe gay?????????????????" That was the primary reading of the music video, and it's very well-documented B. It could be argued that the music is somewhat of a "girl power" anthem too and I doubt Janelle would have an issue with that interpretation given that Pynk has a very "owning your sexuality and taking up space" message. C. Funny that James Somerton would make such an impassioned defense of an artist being "forced" to come out because he literally lied on a bisexual writer who was forced to come out after people assumed that she was some gross straight woman obsessed with gay men. James, who supposedly did alllllllll this research, lumped that author in with the "Straight woman who writes gay men's stories." in his video and proceeded to get pissy with her when she left a pretty mild comment of "Hey, after a whole harassment campaign against me forcing me to come out of the closet it kinda sucks that people are still calling me straight." Then, after very gently being called out over him erasing her sexuality to fit his narrative, he proceeded to omit the title of that author's work in his later videos and make up a lie about her being mean to him on Twitter when his audience questioned him on it. LITERALLY TALKIN OUTTA BOTH SIDES OF HIS MOUTH

This whole situation reminds me of a TikTok creator who's been called out for stealing from Black women all the time and how every time it's brought up, it's met with silence. Once, He just straight-up read out a Black trans femme's tweets without properly crediting her or asking her for permission to use her work. Making the excuse of "Well, I screenshotted the tweets and put them on the screen so..." then his fans spent days bashing her for calling him out on using the work of other creators without asking and making fun of her for having a donation up which I don't think he ever addressed outside of the occasional stray comment.

This way of "building a progressive brand" through stealing the work of marginalized writers is actually common in left circles and academia and has been an issue, particularly for Black trans femme essayists, for a while. Black MaGes (people of marginalized genders) will come out and say, "Hey! This really popular essayist ripped me off word for word bar for bar" and get paid dust because their platform isn't large enough to speak out and because their platforms are smaller, people are less inclined to care when they get ripped off. Like, it's easy for us to point at James and say, "Omg? How could he get away with stealing this much for so long?" when the answer is simple, nobody cares what you have to say if you don't have a big platform, thus nobody cares if you get stolen from and unfortunately, we're all complicit. Look at how much this situation has blown up just because a super-popular guy brought it up. If Hbomb and Todd in the shadows didn't speak on this story and these small creators made a bigger stink about James biting their shit, yall would have ignored them at best or crucified them and accused them of trying to tear down the body of work of a gay man and probably throw in something about them secretly being a kiwi farms troll trying to sew discord in the community (I know how yall get down...) at worst. To address this issue more substantially, WE have to be better about learning slowly and taking time to pour over materials ourselves and not fall into the trap of letting whatever video essayist we like the best at the moment shape how we think and feel about whatever topic they're covering. Ismatu Gwendolyn and their threadings essays on substack have really helped me personally start removing myself from the "quick learner" rat race and the need to digest as much information as possible that video essays fulfill and reintroduced me to learning slowly and with intention and reading sources for myself first without depending on the thoughts and feelings of a creator I like and agree with to color my view of things. If we work towards getting used to treating video essayists like essayists and not our parasocial besties being our beginning and end to learning on a topic, we can A. Mitigate the amount of misinformation and plagiarized work circulating by being able to identify them easier and B. Improve our personal relationship to learning so we don't have to rely on some stranger with "bisexual lighting" to make us feel smart.

Edit: Please rb the typo-less version,,,,

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #I linked Ismatu's substack because I cite my sources and am not a fawkin HACK #sorry had to get one more dig in <3

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royalarchivist · 2 months

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I love the QSMP. Not only has it introduced me to many amazing international creators, it's also introduced me to the French and Brazilian community, who are so sweet, funny, and chaotic in their own unique ways. I love seeing fans sharing their culture and learning from one another, and I myself have learned a lot this past year. I think it's incredible how QSMP brings so many different people together – all of us united in our love and passion for this project and its goals.

But passion can often evoke strong emotions, and these strong emotions aren't always positive.

The past few months, I have seen multiple waves of hate, bad-faith generalizations of communities, and racist remarks directed at fellow fans – especially those who are part of the French / Brazilian community. This kind of behavior is inexcusable, and is in direct conflict with the mission of QSMP, which is to break language barriers and unite communities.

We are a global community with a variety of people from different backgrounds. Miscommunications may occasionally occur because of cultural differences and/or language barriers, but we should use these moments as opportunities to learn and engage with other people rather than assuming the worst about them and starting fights.

Although certain issues can be resolved with communication, sometimes it’s better to block and move on. Avoid spreading negativity or hate, and save yourself the headache of interacting with people who are just looking for someone to argue with.

No matter what community we're a part of or what languages we speak, we're all here to have fun. Please remember to be kind to each other. We have more in common than we have in conflict.

#QSMP #mod talk #Additionally: we should avoid stereotyping entire communities for reasons I hope are obvious.#I think everything will work out in the end #I don't typically see this kind of stuff on here but I figured I'd post this anyways since I'm posting it to Twitter too #It's understandable that emotions are high because of everything that's happened to the QSMP community the past few months #but it's very sad to see fans attacking each other #everyone's a bit on edge it seems. I rarely use my personal Twitter but I opened it today and saw some close mutuals snapping at people #then after stepping away and calming down coming back to a conversation and apologizing #it's sad to see everyone in this state #So... comments from the peanut gallery I suppose. I do hope this helps someone though #I don't usually post things like this because frankly-#I don't think every single drama / controversy / whatever necessitates a public statement from every single member of the fandom #but I've been thinking a lot about this #Anyhoo. Hopefully I can start sharing clips again tomorrow. I've been moving the past week and life was hellish #hopefully things ease up a bit now

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cyberfreaky · 10 months

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CELLOPHANE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART I

༘⋆ PAIRING — olo’eyktan!jake x fem!reader

༘⋆ SUMMARY — in which your taboo infatuation with your olo’eyktan begins to cause problems.

༘⋆ WARNINGS — age gap (32 & 22), mentions of daddy issues, power imbalance, no comfort angst, infidelity, mild violence, alcohol usage, arguing, eventual smut.

༘⋆ NOTES — my first proper series PURRRR i hope y’all enjoy this. updates may be slow since i start back at school soon, but i’ll make time xx this parts kinda boring but i jus wanted to try show the dynamic reader & jake share ??$2&:@/$

MASTERLIST + CELLOPHANE MASTERLIST

the communal fire burnt brightly, everyone sat around while consuming their supper. you didn’t have much of an appetite, resorting to you sitting in your lonesome and quietly watching your clan with bored eyes. the sounds of chattering and laughter buzzed in your ears, everyone speaking happily amongst themselves about today’s successful mission. your mind was elsewhere — in your own little fantasy you’d created with a certain someone. to the average person, this would seem rather pathetic. but you were wilfully blind.

“not hungry?”

you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts, glancing over your shoulder and noticing your olo’eyktan taking a seat besides you. there was an instant burst of joy that coursed through you - a coy smile painting your face as you shook your head in response. “no, sir. my tummy feels funny.”

“y’know you don’t have to keep calling me sir, right?” jake chuckled at your timid response, giving your side a playful nudge. “just call me jake. sir makes me feel old.”

“sorry. jake.” you apologise quietly, anxiously scratching your forearm.

this nightly ritual of jake visiting you throughout supper had become one of your favourite moments of the day. you were so helplessly smitten with him - your closest friends would joke that it neared an obsession at this point. it was your deepest secret, what was once an innocent crush had blossomed into something forbidden. you were hopelessly in love with your olo'eyktan - and it pained you everyday knowing nothing could ever come of it.

you felt jake's hand rest on your knee, a playful expression on his face. "where do 'ya disappear to in that head of yours?" he smiled warmly, clearly taking notice of how your trance-like state. you brushed it off with a coy smile, shrugging timidly at the question. jake's hand placement was innocent, especially the gentle pats he gave assuringly. "you got a stomach bug or somethin'? could explain the loss of appetite."

"no, it's not that. i'm just a little sad." you admit honestly, a small sigh escaping your lips as you glanced down at the ground.

jake’s face fell at your words. he shifted a little closer, his hand still placed on your bent knee. “what’s wrong?” he asks with a concerned tone, you could hear how genuinely worried he was. jake cared about you - just as he cared for anyone in the clan. but you never saw the blurred line between the two.

you couldn’t admit what you were feeling. there was no chance in hell that you’d ever tell jake what was going through your head. how do you possibly tell your leader that you never stop thinking of him? that his friendly gestures and innocent touches felt like ecstasy to you? that you envied his mate with your entire being? these weren’t regular thoughts. these weren’t normal feelings. even in your own delusional little bubble — you could recognise that these emotions were taboo.

“you can talk to me, kid. y’know that.” jake assured once again, using that bastardly nickname you loathed. kid. was that all he saw you as? you were a grown woman, not some sad pouting child with a tummy ache.

you sighed deeply, trying to form some kind of lie in your head as you gazed at jake. “i’m, uh…i’m not feeling confident with my skills. that’s it. i don’t..um, i still can’t shoot properly.” you try to sound as genuine as possible - hoping that your sullen expression could convince him even further. it was a ridiculous lie, but nothing else came to mind. your aim was impeccable.

jake nodded slowly, his lips soon curling into a small smile. "how about this? tomorrow morning, i'll take ‘ya out for some practice."

you couldn't contain the grin that grew on your face. your little white lie had lead to something even better — alone time with jake. you nodded eagerly at his offer, trying your hardest to suppress the overwhelming excitement you were feeling. "really? you'd do that?"

“course i would, anything to help.” jake says with a warm smile, giving your knee one last squeeze before retracting his hand away. “i’ll swing by your hut after the morning hunt and we’ll go from there. sound good?”

“that sounds amazing. thank you, si-” you pause for a moment, correcting yourself quickly before calling him sir. “jake. thank you, jake.”

jake chuckled in response, giving you a friendly wink before climbing to his feet and bidding you farewell. your eyes followed him as he walked back to his mate, jealously watching him plant a kiss on her cheek. you shook your head, taking a deep breath before remembering that you had tomorrow to be excited for. ‘it’s fine, it’s all fine.’ you’d repeat in your head, appeasing the envious feelings that began to bubble up inside you.

the idea of spending hours alone with jake kept you calm and collected. a giddy smile formed on your lips as your thumb grazed the skin of your knee — already missing jake’s comforting touch against you.

that night in your hut was restless, you couldn’t contain the excitement of seeing jake in the morning. you held your pillow to your chest, sighing in pure ecstasy at the mere thought of spending hours on end with him. it was an incomparable feeling, another chapter to file in your delusional bliss.

“that’s it. arms straight, no slouchin’. you gotta keep your posture nice and tight.”

jake instructed you from the side, speaking with a stern yet calm tone. you already knew this, this information had been drilled in your head since your were a child. but were more than willing to act a little oblivious for the sake of some alone time with your olo’eyktan.

you followed his instructions, straightening your dominant arm as you firmly held the heavy bow in your hand. you gingerly glanced over your shoulder at jake, purposely hunching your back a little. your eyes quickly darted to the target painted on the distant tree — eagerly awaiting for jake’s reaction to your form.

“c’mon, you can’t shoot an arrow with sloppy posture.” jake says disapprovingly.

you felt him stand directly behind you, one callous hand pressing on your tummy while the other rested on your lower back. a gentle gasp escaped your lips, quiet enough for only you to hear. you held yourself back from keening into his touch, carefully keeping the inch long distance from his body.

“stand straight, hon. ‘ya can’t hunch when shooting, it’ll mess up your aim.” jake whispers solemnly, adjusting your posture with gentle movements. as he straightened your back, you felt him lean in closer to smooth his hands across your shoulders encouragingly. “now, when yr’ready, take your shot.”

you took a deep breath, ignoring the shiver than ran down your spine as you expertly released the string of the bow. bullseye. the arrow roughly pierced the red dot on the tree, perfectly centred and all. a wave of pride engulfed you as you lowered the bow, looking over your shoulder to gauge jake’s reaction.

his eyes were wide, proudly laughing as he suddenly engulfed you from behind. “holy shit!” jake cheered loudly, rocking your body back and forth as he celebrated your shot. you giggled quietly, allowing yourself to lean back against his embrace for a moment. you were caged in his muscular arms as jake continued to praise your aim, almost in disbelief at how incredible it was.

you were in a state of pure euphoria as jake gleefully clung onto you. while this wasn’t the first time he’d hugged you - this was certainly the most endearing. you nearly melted at his constant praises, immediately feeling a warmth fill your cheek as you flushed insanely. you could get used to this feeling.

he spun your around swiftly, gripping your shoulders tightly as he shook you playfully. “how the hell did ‘ya do that? you’re a natural!”

“it wasn’t that great.” you mutter nervously, glancing up at jake with a flustered expression.

“you kiddin’ me? that was incredible.” jake lauded, that signature smile of his making you grin in return. “god, yr’something else, eh?”

your face was flushed as you stare up at jake, unsure of how else to respond to his words. he seemed to take notice of the tinge of mauve on your cheeks, mistaking it for some sort of heat exhaustion. “you feeling hot?” jake pressed his palm against your forehead, the back of his hand soon checking the temperature of your cheek. “let’s go get you cooled off. you’re burning up, kid.”

these small revelations always pained you. no matter how much you proved yourself to jake, he’d always see you as a bashful, little girl. you couldn’t even enjoy the walk back to camp as he kept his arm snaked around your shoulder — you knew it was all for the sake of protecting you. caring for you. and not in the way you wanted him to.

there had to be some way to show jake you were more than some injured lamb. and even if it meant risking your relationship with him entirely — it would be a leap worth taking. you refused to live with the heavy burden of your feelings anymore.

TAGLIST (i’m tagging those who asked on the masterlist post! if you want to be added, lmk eee)

@wh0rezs @neteyamsb1tch @touchedflowers @rosesinthemoonlightxx @sadredflower0000

#jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully x you #jake sully fanfic #jake sully fanfiction #jake sully headcanon #jake sully headcanons #dilf jake sully #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar twow #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar smut #cellophane series <3

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alpaca-clouds · 8 months

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The Search for a Solarpunk Anime

Allow me to think aloud for a moment. Because I noticed something.

Whenever people ask for movie recommendations or anime recommendations for Solarpunk, a movie that often gets named is Netflix's Bubble. And on one hand... I get it. The aesthetic of the movie is more Cozy Apocalypse than Solarpunk (aka lots of greens on the buildings and what not, but not because they have been planted there to make a better environment, rather than because the buildings falling into disrepair). But it scratches that certain itch, aesthetically.

Yet, the movie does not really feel Solarpunk to me. While one can argue that the folks who have fled into the bubble zone are kinda anarchistic in that they do lack clear hierarchies, they also do not do a ton of mutual aid, rather competing over ressources. Which to me is the issue. The movie does not have a lot of that Solarpunk spirit. Not much in terms of either mutual aid or environmental protection going on. It just has a pretty green aesthetic. (Though it should be said: Fucking darn, that movie is pretty.)

Of course, the obvious answer to name when it comes to Solarpunk anime movies is Studio Ghibli. Obvious, because the studio is one of the central inspirations behind the genre. So, duh, yes, there are quite a few Ghibli movies out there that are pretty darn Solarpunk. Most notably of course Nausicaä, Laputa and Princess Mononoke. These movies all are not only Solarpunk in some aesthetic aspects, but also when it comes to the themes inspiring them. Which is kinda funny to me, because neither of the movies is classical science fiction - making clear that scifi really is not a prerequesit for the genre.

But there is also another genre, I would say. And that genre is the movies, that do not have much of the aesthetic - outside maybe a vague cottagecore aesthetic - but have a lot of the themes I associate with Solarpunk.

To me two of those movies are Ame to Yuki: Wolf Children, and Misaki no Mayoiga. I already talked about the second movie, but just to sum up: Both movies really go deeply into the aspects of community building, mutual aid and also living in harmony with nature in some degree. Both very much show that we are really good at helping each other. And that you can have a good life without rigid organisation. And I really fucking love that about those movies.

Funnily enough: While funnily enough Makoto Shinkai with his generous aesthetic does have some scenes in several of his movies that just have the aesthetic flair of Solarpunk, I would say that thematically Suzume is the one most in line with the genre. Because it, too, as a lot of themes of mutual aid and just forming community and what not.

And I do not know. Maybe we are gonna see more of that stuff in the future?

#solarpunk #solarpunk movie #solarpunk aesthetic #solarpunk fiction #ghibli #studio ghibli #makoto shinkai #mamoru hosoda #hayao #hayao miyazaki #bubble anime #nausicaa #princess monon #princess mononoke #castle in the sky #laputa #wolf children #misaki no mayoiga #suzume

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 1 year

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You Drew Stars Around My Scars | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi. This is some heavy shit, so please proceed with caution. Do not read this fic if you are made uncomfortable by any of the warnings.

Thanks <3

❌Warnings❌ Scars, blood, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation / attempt

“And what about this one?” Bucky asked, dragging his lips across one of your scars. It rested along your ribcage, drawing a sharp line into your skin. It wasn’t sensitive anymore, didn’t hurt like it used to. But Bucky’s lips assuaged any lingering discomfort.

You ran a finger over the raised tissue and let out a laugh. “Oh, that was a huge misunderstanding, actually. Have you ever met that guy in the red suit? With the katanas?”

Bucky’s gaze left your scar and drifted up to your face. “Katanas? As in more than one katana?”

“Yeah! His name’s Wade… something,” you paused, struggling for the eccentric stranger’s name. “Wade Williams… or something like that. Anyway, yeah, he got me with one of his multiple katanas. But it was really just a communication issue- Hill sent me after him. SHIELD had basically no intel on the guy and it was assumed that he was a threat- but he’s on our side.”

Over the course of his life, Bucky had seen some strange things. Red Skull. Infinity Stones. A talking raccoon. But never a guy running around with a couple of katanas and bright red suit. “So, katana guy is a friend of ours?”

“Yeah! And he’s actually pretty cool. A little weird. Very funny. Kind of a sarcastic asshole,” you laughed. “I think you’d like him.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and brushed his lips over your scar once more. “I don’t know about that- he stabbed my best girl-”

“He didn’t stab me, per se…”

Bucky made a mental note to look into this Wade guy, see if he could be trusted.

“Okay," you said, "it's your turn…” Another round of the game began.

For almost an hour, the two of you had laid in bed, asking about the other’s scars. You never dared ask Bucky about his scars or how he got them; their origins were too terrible to describe. If he decided to open up about them one day, that was his business. And you were more than happy to give him all the time and space he needed.

But it was Bucky who started the game. After you both came down from your post-sex euphoria, you decided to stay in bed. Kissing. Touching. Talking. Bucky ran his hand along a scar near your shoulder, the one he always noticed but knew nothing about. And though he didn’t want to hear tales of you getting hurt, he still held a curiosity about your life before him. He wanted every detail, every story. And so, he’d asked about the scar. And to his relief, it didn’t come from a knife or a gun- just a childhood game of tag that got out of hand.

But his question opened the door. He promised he didn’t mind speaking about his scars- not to you. He argued that it was only fair. He asked you about yours- why shouldn’t you be allowed to ask about his? He wanted to share every detail of his life with you. The details he could remember, anyway. And so, the two of you went back and forth, asking the other for the stories behind your scars.

Bucky learned more about you, and you him. But you didn’t bring up the massive ridge of twisted tissue on Bucky’s left side- you knew that story. And hearing it again would’ve gutted you.

“Hmm…" your eyes drifted over Bucky's body, "how about…”

There were too many to choose from. You hated how many options lay scattered across Bucky’s skin; each reminder of his past life spelled trauma, pain, abuse. But a new light seemed to flash in Bucky’s eyes each time he told you a story. He’d never let anyone tour his body like this. Had never opened up about all the vile things Hydra did to him. Each story unburdened him a bit more, helped him release the pain he’d been holding on to for so long. And you were more than happy to help shoulder the weight.

Your fingers ghosted along a jagged scar near his hip, “Okay, how about this one?”

“That one- that one is…” Bucky thought for a long, quiet moment. The holes in his memory acted like a sieve, draining most of his past life from his mind. You watched as he struggled, fought to remember this exact wound. His brow furrowed as he searched through the catalogue of his trauma. He flipped through page after mental page, reliving every instant of pain. And then, the light returned to his eyes.

“Oh- I remember now. I got shot- and one of my handlers cut the bullet out while I was still in the field. Sewed it up- albeit, poorly.” He ran a finger along the uneven line of scar tissue, “And then they sent me after my target again. If I remember right, which I probably don’t…” He gave a sad laugh, “I’m pretty sure the stitches ripped almost instantly. I mean, maybe sixty seconds after he finished. So I just kinda bled until I took down my mark.”

“Jesus, baby…” Every story he told pulled you closer to his side. You wanted to cover him, to protect him from things that already happened. Things you couldn’t help or prevent. Every mention of his misery, every recollection of the abuse made you wish you’d met him sooner. Maybe you could’ve helped. Maybe you could’ve saved him.

You rested your head against his chest, willing the thoughts of Bucky’s pain to dissipate. But they refused to comply. And Bucky, always more concerned about your pain than his, took notice.

“Hey, I’m okay now,” Bucky curled a finger under your chin and tilted your face up toward his. “Don’t get sad on me, alright?” He shot you his biggest smile, ‘I’m just fine. And I’m here- with you.”

You gave him a solemn nod. “No, I know. I’m just… you didn’t deserve it, Buck. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

He took your face in his hands and gazed into your big, sad eyes. He never thought he’d find someone like you- never thought he’d find someone, period. But you had a big heart, and you loved him with everything you had. You showed him how much you cared. Made him feel like he mattered.

“I know that now. You helped me with that.”

A small smile pricked at the corners of your lips. You wanted to fix everything for him. Take away his pain, remedy his problems, shoulder the weight of his nightmarish past. But you couldn’t. And the helplessness it planted in you made your chest ache. But knowing you’d at least helped Bucky see himself differently eased a fraction of the pain.

“Alright, my turn!” Before you had a chance to think, Bucky was on top of you. He tickled and poked at your sides, shunning the sadness from your eyes. And when he was satisfied with your improved mood, he rested a hand on your thigh. The scar he selected rested above your knee, its border faded. “This one?”

“That’s from a burn,” you told him. “Explosion at a Hydra base- I got a lot of burns that day, actually.” As the memory of that day resurfaced, you ran a hand over where the searing pain used smolder under your skin, “All the others healed, this is the only one that scarred.”

Bucky swept his thumb over it a few times, as though trying to ease your past pain.

You sat up, coming face to face with Bucky. The scar you had your eye on was something you wondered about often. And now that you had permission to ask, you ran you lips over the mark. “What about this one?” The long scar ran along the side of his neck, beginning a few inches above his clavicle. It traveled horizontally, nearly reaching the back of his neck. “And this one?” And identical scar rested just on the other side, the two marks mirror images of one another.

After so many rounds of this game, Bucky didn’t seem to mind telling these stories. But when your attention landed on these particular scars, he didn’t want to play anymore. He wanted you to know everything about him- just not this. But what choice did he have? He could lie to you. He could make up a story. He could refuse to tell you the truth. But whatever he decided, he knew he’d regret it.

It wasn’t fair to keep things from you. Bucky swore from day one to always be honest with you- and you did the same. But this truth only served to hurt you. The pain in your eyes when he told you about his gunshot wound and the resulting torn stitches cut him deep. But that story was nothing compared to the source of the scars on his neck. He knew how crushed you’d be when he gave you the real story. And though he never wanted to lie to you, he found himself pulling an explanation out of thin air.

“They’re from, um…” he cleared his throat, already regretting his lie. “They’re from restraints. They put me in this, I don’t know what you’d call it- I guess a… collar-type thing. Made of metal. Really tight. It dug into my skin. They used it to, uh, to chain me to a wall.” Part of Bucky believed his own lie. He thought for a silent moment- did this really happen? Was his attempt at a fabricated story actually a buried memory? For Hydra, such a punishment sounded plausible. But after several seconds, he determined it false.

Your mind went blank, only to suddenly overflow with images of Bucky in chains. Sharp metal cutting into his skin. His blood pouring down his body and pooling on the floor. The sound of rattling chains mixed with his screams and echoed inside your skull.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore…” was all you could manage to say through the sudden tears and tightness in your chest. You hid your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, your breath fanning the very scar about which you regretted inquiring.

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you in an instant, pulling you as close as he could. Your shallow, shaky breaths rattled against his hand as he smoothed it along the length of your back. He saw the effect his lie had on you, the way it ripped chunks out of your heart. But the real story was worse- far worse- and as he held your shaking form against his chest, he swore to never tell you the truth.

“Just breathe for me, doll. Big deep breaths, okay?” He soothed you, helped free you from the crushing sadness. But when it cleared, a wave of guilt took you out at the knees. This wasn’t right.

“Wait, no-” you pulled your face from his neck. “This is so fucked up, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Buck. You shouldn’t be comforting me- it should be the other way around. I didn’t mean to-”

How did Bucky ever find someone like you? Someone who cared for him so deeply, loved him more than he ever thought possible? He hated that he’d upset you, that he’d started this stupid game. But part of him liked knowing how much you cared.

“Sweetheart, please don’t apologize. You’re just... you're reacting to new information. That memory is something I’ve gotten used to, it’s part of my past, so… it doesn’t bother me anymore.” Bucky knew damn well it didn’t bother him because it simply wasn’t true. The real source of his scar bit at him every day. But you didn’t have to know that. “Hey, you love me- which is unbelievable, by the way- and so hearing stories like that upsets you. Being sad about it is totally normal.”

You wiped at your eyes with the backs of your hands, “feels selfish.”

“It’s not.” A sudden laugh rumbled out of his chest, “if you weren’t upset, I think we’d have more to worry about.”

His joke was met with an eye roll and a small laugh. He wasn’t wrong. You cared so deeply for him that even imagining his past pain brought you to tears. Never had you loved someone the way you loved him. And though you dealt with your own pain and traumatic memories, you wanted more than anything to take all of Bucky’s. You wanted to steal any ounce of residual pain and every nightmare inducing memory, leaving him only with peace.

“I love you a lot,” you said. “And I’m so- I’m so sorry for everything you went through. You never should’ve suffered like that.”

Bucky’s forehead met yours in a moment of quiet. No one ever acknowledged his pain, his trauma. They talked about his kills, the blood on his hands. They talked about his pardon- the pardon that, according to you, he “never should’ve needed”. Because nothing he did as the Winter Soldier was by choice. He was a victim, a prisoner of war. But everyone conveniently left that part out. They regarded him as either “the winter soldier” or the “pardoned war criminal”, never the hero, the abused, the broken.

“Thank you,” he whispered. And he meant it.

The two of you sat there for a few long moments, reveling in the other’s presence. But Bucky’s growling stomach broke the silence. He locked eyes with you in an apologetic glance that quickly devolved into a storm of laughter.

“I’m guessing you want dinner?”

“You could say that…” Bucky shrugged. “But I made you cry, so I want you to pick.”

“Buuuuck-”

He crossed his arms over his chest and refused to listen to your protests. “From this moment on, the rule in this house is: whoever who caused the other to cry must let the crier choose dinner, and must deal with the cuisine consequences.”

“Cuisine consequences? Did you just make that up?”

Bucky gave a proud nod, “yup”. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and grabbed your laptop from the nightstand, offering it to you. “Pick a place, doll. Whatever you want.”

Nearly an hour later, the two of you sat camped out on the couch. A spread of take-out lay strewn across the coffee table, half demolished. And while it was Bucky whose hunger signaled dinner, he didn’t eat much. You’d decided on take out from your favorite barbecue place, knowing Bucky loved their brisket almost as much as he loved you. But his mood seemed to deflate as he pushed his food around his plate.

He wasn’t devouring his brisket like usual. And his side dishes went almost untouched.

“Hey, is something wrong?” You paused the tv and turned to Bucky, “You’ve been quiet- you barely touched your food. Is everything alright?”

Bucky gave a small nod.

Guilt grabbed you by the throat. He wasn’t okay- and you knew it stemmed from the memory he recalled for you. The restraints, the collar. The thought of it made you shudder.

“Buck, if this is about earlier- about the story you told me- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t know where the scars came from, I never would’ve asked if I…” you took a deep breath, easing the shaky quality in your voice. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no-” he set his plate on the table and turned to you, “it’s not like that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

It was just like Bucky to swear you were perfect, that you never did anything wrong. But you knew better. You knew he’d been forced to dig up some deep, soul-crushing trauma when you asked about the scars on his neck. You knew he was hurting- and it was your fault.

“Buck, if I upset you, you can tell me-”

“You didn’t. I swear.” He took your hands in his and dropped his gaze. “But I lied to you. About the scars on my neck. And I feel really bad about it.”

It certainly wasn’t what you expected. “Oh… okay.”

In a panic, Bucky dragged his eyes back to yours, “I know that we always tell each other everything, but I just didn’t-”

“Buck, that’s not a rule. You aren’t required to tell me every single thing that’s ever happened to you or every thought you’ve ever had. You’re entitled to your privacy." You gave his hand a squeeze, "I just want you to know that you can tell me everything- nothing’s off limits- but you don’t have to. I know you’ve been through a lot of really dark shit. And if you wanna tell me every detail, I’m all ears. But if you’re not ready, that’s more than okay. It’s okay if you’re never ready- you don't ever have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Oh…” Bucky took a moment to think about what you said. He liked the way you phrased it, the way you were open to everything he had to say without demanding he say anything at all. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen. And if he didn’t, you’d be there, regardless.

“Whatever happened- however you got those scars- you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s all your choice.”

He considered skipping out on the entire venture. He could tell you the collar was a lie without giving you the real story, and everything would be fine. You’d respect his boundaries- he knew that. But the source of those scars was such a turning point in his life, such a defining moment. And to skip out on sharing it with you felt wrong. It was a pivotal time in his life that changed his path- and inadvertently led him to you.

“I want to tell you…” he said after a long, quiet moment. “It’s a pretty significant part of my story, and I want you to know everything about me, you know? I just- I don’t want to upset you again.”

“Buck, it’s okay-”

Bucky gave a sad shake of his head. “I made you cry earlier, doll. And that story wasn’t that bad, it wasn't even true-”

You took his face in your hands, silencing him. “If you wanna tell me, I wanna listen. I mean, I obviously hate that these things happened to you- that you suffered so much. But if it’s part of your story, I wanna know.”

Bucky let his eyes fall shut as he thought it over. Memories of the darkest time in his life rushed forward, nearly drowning him. But your touch kept him afloat. It kept him safe, warm. With you by his side, he found the strength to wade back into the depths of his memory.

“It was after I escaped…” he finally said. He took your hands from his face and held them tight, anchoring himself to the present. “I didn’t know what to do, you know? I didn’t know who or where I was. I was lost.” A faraway look left his eyes hollow, lifeless. “I had to figure out how to reclaim my mind and my body. I spent days holed up, hiding, reading about the things I’d done. And it made me sick.” He shifted in his seat. A familiar sense of dread and nausea sat like a rock in his stomach.

“I was disgusted. I hated the serum. I hated the Winter Soldier- I hated myself. I didn’t wanna be this anymore, you know? I was given the same serum as Steve, but I wasn’t good Like Steve. I turned into a monster.” He paused. It took far too much effort to pull air into his lungs. He knew the suffocating sensation well, the feeling of choking on his own agony.

“And for a while I thought it corrupted me, that it changed who I was. I blamed the serum. But then I had this epiphany one day…” He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the ground. He couldn’t look at you. “The serum just amplifies who and what you are, you know? They gave it to Steve because he was a good person, because he had a good heart. And he became a hero. But I…”

The shame threatened to eat him alive. He’d worked so hard to change the way he viewed himself. And with your help, he no longer saw a monster in the mirror. But taking a trip down memory lane reminded him of his capacity for evil. “I became a killer. And it made me think- maybe I always had that darkness in me. Maybe my soul wasn’t pure enough.”

You curled a finger under his chin and lifted his head, bringing his eyes to yours. “Baby, you were brainwashed. Tortured. They wiped your mind- all your memories. They took away your sense of self and rebuilt you in their image. The things you did weren’t because of an impure soul or deep-seeded evil. And they had nothing to do with the the serum. If the roles were reversed, Steve just as easily could’ve become the Winter Soldier.”

That sounded almost blasphemous to Bucky.

“You’re a product of circumstance, Buck.”

He wasn’t sure he could digest your words. Only a few hours ago, he would’ve known without a doubt that you were right. He would’ve agreed and easily shrugged himself out of the darkness. But sinking back into the headspace from the days after his escape left him shaken.

He pulled his eyes down to the floor once again, unblinking. Unfocused. And though he felt lost in a different time, he refused to submit to the pain. He traced the same pattern on the back of your hand over and over, searched for peace in the sound of your breathing. Anything to keep him anchored in the present.

A deep need to diffuse the situation rattled inside you. You wanted to tell him that he could stop, that the two of you could return to this conversation after he ate. Or after a good night’s sleep. Or that he could abandon the story all together and never speak about it again. But just as you decided to speak up, words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I wanted the serum out of my body.” He finally met your gaze. Something in his eyes semmed frantic, helpless. “I thought that getting rid of it would turn me back to my old self- I know that’s stupid. But I was desperate. So, I started, um…”

He couldn’t believe he was telling you this story. It was dark, shameful. Revealing his lowest moment to the person he cared about most- the person whose opinion mattered more than anyone else’s- suddenly seemed like terrible idea. It felt like a surefire way to scare you away, to convince you that he was far more damaged than you could ever repair.

But didn’t you deserve the truth? Didn’t you deserve to know who you slept next to at night, who you committed your life to? Bucky respected you more than anyone. And keeping secrets didn’t feel right. He needed to give you his authentic self, offer himself to you without hiding his darkness. Only then could he know that you loved all of him.

He screwed his eyes shut and yanked his shoulders up to his ears as though bracing for impact. And then, he set the truth free. “I started making myself bleed- I thought I could bleed the serum out of my body.” The admission lifted a weight from his chest he didn’t know he was carrying. Air rushed into his lungs and granted him his first deep breath of the evening.

He opened his eyes slowly, fearing your reaction. But you simply nodded and allowed him to continue. You provided him with a safe place to land as he jumped off the proverbial cliff. “I started making cuts into my skin every day, but the serum was…” he sighed, “the serum healed them too quickly- they’d always vanish.”

He eyed you again, waiting for a look of disgust or disapproval. But no such look came. You just stroked your fingers over his knuckles. Gave his hand a squeeze. You gave him the time and the space he needed to breathe. To think.

“And one day- I don’t know, I got fed up. The desperation and the anxiety and the fear- it was too much. It all got to me at once. And I wanted the serum out.” His grip on your hand tightened as the flashbacks pulled him under. “I dug my knife into my neck. I ripped the skin open on both sides- I wanted to sever every blood vessel I could. I figured that the more blood I lost, the faster the serum would leave my body. The sooner I'd return to who I was before.”

You nodded. An almost violent sadness vibrated in your chest, but you wouldn’t dare set it free. Not yet anyway. You kept it caged, allowing it to tear and thrash and bite at your insides. Bucky was sure to clam up if he saw just how gutted you were. How heartbroken. And so, you kept your composure. You remained calm. This was his time.

And when he'd said everything he needed to say and purged every dark memory of those scars, you’d let yourself fall apart. But only then.

“And then things got all fuzzy. Hazy. From the blood loss. And I collapsed. I laid on the floor, watching the red pool around me. And I realized…” He took a deep breath. Why was this so hard to admit? Why did he hesitate? He knew you wouldn’t perceive him as weak or cowardly. Would never see him as pathetic. He knew he could trust you with his heart. But showing just how much he’d struggled ripped off yet another layer of protection. It left him raw. Open. His breathing hitched.

“Realized what, baby?” you spoke as softly as you could manage, easing his words out of hiding.

“I um, I realized it was never about the serum.” He stared at you expectantly, like he wanted you to connect the dots. Wanted you to save him from saying the words. But after a long moment, he forced them out.

“I wanted to die- I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.”

You knew he survived. You knew that he was okay. Still, his words gutted you. A burning sensation tingled inside your nose- but you refused to allow the tears to form. You swallowed every ounce of emotion. Forbade your heartbreak from making an appearance. But Bucky clocked your shaking hand. The slight tremors and twitches vibrated against his vibranium palm.

Sure, you could fight the tears and keep yourself composed- but you couldn’t force your hands to steady.

He let a sad smile pull his lips upward, “Did you know that everyone who’s attempted suicide off the Golden Gate Bridge and survived immediately regretted jumping? The instant they began falling, they realized they didn’t actually want to die…” A deep breath filled his chest, “And that’s exactly what happened to me.”

A strange relief eased through your body, coating your rigid muscles. Somehow, knowing he instantly regretted his attempt made you feel better- made you feel as though the urge didn’t still lurk in the back of his mind.

“I knew my life was fucked. I was lost, alone, confused. I was homeless. Scared.” A particular darkness overshadowed him as he reflected. He remembered the fear. The isolation. The constant, overwhelming sense of impending doom. He lived in a never-ending state of fight or flight back then, his body always prepared for death.

But a sudden light banished the sadness, “And then I realized that I had a second chance at life, you know? I was free- from the military, from Hydra. And I told myself that if I survived, I’d figure my shit out. That I’d try to make something of my life- that I owed it to myself to make this work.”

You nodded. It didn't feel like enough of a response. You wanted to tell him you were proud of him, that you loved him. But your mind was blank, save for the image of Bucky bleeding out by his own hand.

“And I’m so glad I made it through, cause- I never imagined I’d find happiness like this. I look back on that time every now and then, and it’s… I mean, it’s horrible. It’s scary. And it’s sad. And I wish I’d never experienced any of it.” A warm, genuine smile broke out across his face. It lifted his features and cleared the storm clouds from his eyes. He stared at you like you were his salvation, “But then I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could tell myself that it gets better. That I won’t be alone forever. That one day, someone will actually care about me.”

The two of you sat in silence, staring at each other. Bucky couldn’t get the look of adoration off his face. When you entered his life, it was like he swallowed the sun. You warmed him from the inside out, filled his life with light. He looked at you, convinced you were heaven-sent.

The dam holding your tears wouldn’t last much longer- you knew it would collapse any second. But you fought to reinforce it. What if Bucky had more to say? What if he needed more time to purge the details of his darkest days? You weren’t going to let your emotions rob him of that- you couldn’t. So, you remained quiet, waiting.

“Anyway…” Bucky said when he finally spoke again. “That’s um, that's where the scars came from. Thank you for listening- I know that was probably hard to hear. And that it wasn’t what you were expecting. But I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. Do you-”

With a guttural sob, you scrambled into his lap. You flung your arms around his neck and secured your body to his- desperate to hold him. To assure yourself that he was real. That he was there. Everything you felt over course of his story came flooding forward, destroying your hard-built dam. The heartbreak and the pain and the utter despair drained from your body in streams of tears.

But Bucky expected this. He knew how much you loved him, how deeply you cared- not that he ever expected anyone to feel such things for him. He knew his story ripped your heart out. Hearing something so soul crushing about the love of your life- something so dark and painful and scary- broke you. It cut you open and left you bleeding. He knew he’d react the same way if the situation were reversed.

And so, he simply held you tight and let you cry. He smoothed a hand up and down your back. Left kisses against your cheek. Whispered assurances and soothing words. He whispered your name over and over again to convince you he was alive. He was patient and sweet, giving you the time you needed to process what he’d said. He knew exactly what you needed.

“I love you…” you finally whispered against his neck.

A quiet, contented hum left Bucky’s chest. “And I love you. I just thought you should know… But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it was too much." The longer you cried, the more regret pooled in Bucky’s chest. It solidified and turned to concrete, sitting heavy on his heart. “I’m sorry for upsetting you-"

You pulled your tear-stained face from the crook of his neck and stared at him with a nearly frightening intensity. “No, don’t apologize. This is your life we’re talking about…” You paused for a moment, only to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Everything that’s happened to you- all the good and all the bad- made you who you are. That moment-” Flashes of Bucky, bleeding and alone, swarmed your brain. The images robbed you of air and sent fresh tears trailing down your face. Bucky gave you as much time as you needed to compose yourself, to remember how to breathe.

“That moment is important. It’s part of your story. A big part. And it’s awful- it's really fucking sad. And it wasn’t easy to hear…” You forced a deep inhale and steadied your voice, “but it’s important. You chose to live. To stay. You made yourself a promise, and you’ve kept it. And I’m really- I'm so proud of you.”

Bucky pulled you back into his body. He basked in your love, in your support and your understanding. And he silently thanked the version of himself who fought to survive. He didn’t choose life all those years ago because he hoped one day he’d find love- but it certainly made his decision far more worth while.

Muffled words vibrated against Bucky’s neck, and he let out a soft laugh. “Can you say that again doll?”

With a dramatic groan, you once again pulled your head from Bucky’s neck. “I’m said… I’m glad- for a lot of reasons- that you took advantage of your second chance. The world would be a much shittier place without you in it.” You untangled your arms from around his neck and rested your palms against his stubbled cheeks. “And if I’m being selfish, I’m glad that you stuck around… cause I can’t imagine my life without you. That whole thing- all that dark shit- it brought you to me.”

Bucky’s lips met yours in an instant. He poured every ounce of his love for you into the kiss. All his devotion. He couldn’t find the words to describe how much you meant to him. How special you were. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to express feelings that strong.

The two of you laid on the couch, enveloped in one another. You held Bucky tight enough to ensure he wouldn’t spontaneously disappear. His head rested on your sternum; your hands tangled in his hair. You breathed together like one being, no seams or sutures to be found.

“I’m glad I finally told you,” he said after a while. “I wanted to get it off my chest, but I just didn’t know how. And the longer I waited, the guiltier I felt for keeping it from you.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty, baby. Not with me.”

Things quieted again. It was so peaceful and calm that you thought Bucky might’ve fallen asleep. You couldn’t imagine the emotional toll it took to recount his darkest days- hell, you were exhausted from just listening to his story. If he needed to sleep off the turmoil, then so be it.

But a familiar sound broke the silence. Bucky’s stomach rumbled, once again disrupting a peaceful moment.

“Hungry?” you asked with a laugh.

Bucky nodded emphatically against your chest.

“I bet. You barely touched your food.” You removed your hands from his hair, freeing him, “Go heat up some leftovers, Babe.”

He hesitated. His eyes drifted from the containers of brisket, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread before returning to your face. He feared leaving your side, like he thought maybe you’d fall apart if he left you alone. You had to be fragile, still reeling from the awful things he’d said. And he needed to be there for you- his hunger could wait.

But you read his mind. “Buck, I’m okay,” you laughed, “I swear. You can make a trip to the microwave- I’ll be alright.”

With a deep kiss, Bucky leapt into action he snagged his plate off the table and piled it high with everything in sight. It was such a sharp contrast to the old days, the time he spent lost and alone without even a sliver of hope. Some days, he felt like he still sat in square one. Like he hadn’t made much progress or done enough work on himself. But it was moments like these that proved to him- and to you- just how far he’d come. Never again would he wish for death or seek to end his pain forever. He had to live- he wanted to live. For himself. For you.

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His Strange Addiction (Pt 2)

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Milena Reyz)

His Strange Addiction (Pt 1)

Desc: Cody & Melina have had years worth of chemistry, Literally since 2010 up to Today, Cody & Melina had split off their relationship in 2015 due to him being on the road almost constantly & barely got to see her, but it wasn’t very affective for Melina like he thought it would be, because of the issue they had with their relationship she didn’t think there would be a future between them but she still had love for him. Melina has had a history with wrestling as much as Cody has & recently got signed in with WWE & barely paid any attention to Cody half of the time but Cody had been fixated on her since she stepped foot into the company.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, oral sex (fem receiving) Cody getting pleasure from giving pleasure.

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It had been a year since that afternoon in the beach where Milena was officially engaged to Cody, Their wedding was being next next week but this year was NOT easy fir them, in-fact it was a shit show, Milena had problems communicating certain things to Cody that upset her so instead she would run her mouth or either ball it up and keep it to herself, she was also very jealous sometimes, okay thats a lie ALL the time.

Milena had to resign from being a wrestler for WWE to give her body a break before her wedding so she became script manager & Head of scheduling events like Summer-slam and all of the good shit, Well today Cody & Milena showed up to the Las Vegas Nevada arena where WWE Monday night raw was being held & immediately she was set off, Cody is very patient with Milena because he understands that she needs to get adjusted to being with him 24/7, he liked the fact she was emotionally attached to him but he didn’t like when she wouldn’t communicate, he would have to beg on his knees for her to open up and that would take at least a 3 month process.

Milena walked around backstage looking for Cody & even checking his dressing room “Cody??” She walked over to Jey & smile “Hey Jey have you seen Cody??” He smiled back and pointed towards the locker room “He should be in there.” She nodded and started making her way towards there, and then she saw Bianca standing in-front of him laughing & giggling over a joke he made where he barely laughed, What really set her off was when she saw Bianca run her hand down Cody’s arm so she made her way in the locker room making her presence known, Cody turned and kissed Milena’s cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist “Milena sweetheart this is Bia-“ She nodded & cut him off “I know who she is Cody.” She scowled while Bianca just smiled and tried shaking her hand, Cody cracked another joke to cut the tension which made Bianca laugh a little to hard.

“He isn’t that funny.” She scoffed making Cody turn his head to face Milena & give her a ‘Knock it off’ look, She glared back at him before shoving herself away from him “I’m gonna start scheduling things now, It was nice meeting you Bianca.” She smiled condescendingly while Bianca waved “Bye girl!” The moment Milena walked out of the locker room and started hauling ass to her office Cody followed behind her “What the hell is your problem Milena?” she scoffed ignoring him but the moment they got to the office Cody pressed her against the door and crossed his arms “Don’t ignore me you know I don’t like that sweetheart.” Milena rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips “You can’t possibly not know what pissed me off Cody! She was giving you the fuck me eyes & really? Laughing that hard? No offense baby but you’re not that funny you’re not Dave Chapelle so why is she cackling and giggling like that? And the ARM?? She STROKED your arm!!” She immediately ran her mouth while Cody smiled amusingly “Sweetheart she was not giving me the fuck me ey-“ she shut him up “No! You’re not doing this! You’re not going to dismiss everything I said to debunk her and give her the benefit of the doubt because I swear to god if you do I will go fucking insane, men who do that ALWAYS end up screwing the woman they gave the benefit of the doubt!” Milena cried out

Cody stared at her before cupping her face into his hands “Sweetheart you realize I’m literally in love with you right? I begged for you to give me another chance on my KNEES at that, I proposed to you on the beach with your favorite goddamn burrito, we get married next fucking week and you think I’d betray you like that? Absolutely not and if I ever do you better publicly behead me.” He kissed the top of her head while she frowned at him “Cody I don’t feel comfortable with her around you! I do not fucking trust her.” He sighed and wrapped her into a hug while rubbing her back “Sweetheart she’s married.” She didn’t care “So? Never stopped a woman from having an affair with another man before.” He shook his head and pulled away making her look up at him “Baby you’re being ridiculous.” That exact sentence set Milena off, she backed up and raised a brow, ridiculous? Oh she’ll show him ridiculous.

She scoffed and walked out of her office leaving Cody alone and went back to the locker rooms and saw Bianca “You want him so fucking bad FINE! Have him, I couldn’t care less.” Cody chased after her but Milena immediately walked off and left the Arena while Bianca stood in shock, Cody apologized on Milenas behalf and left the Arena looking for her “God damnit mills!” He sighed realizing she took the rental car back to Their hotel

An hour later he got to the hotel after taking an uber & rushed into the suite you both shared and watched her pack her bags while she was in a hysterical mood, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Milena looked over glaring “I’m leaving!” He shook his head & walked over to her “No you’re not, I worked to hard to get us where we are today, and I swear to god if you leave me i’ll sell my goddamn left nut to get you back if I have to.”

Milena frowned and practically broke down and flopped her forehead into his chest, she was an emotional wreck, and he just held her, he understood that sometimes Milena would have certain emotional outbursts since they had rekindled their relationship, he also understood that the split up between them did in-fact affect her but she didn’t have the time or mindset to process that pain so everything crashed into her like a tsunami. She sighed and wiped off her face while Cody rubbed her back “You know I love you right?” He mumbled and made her look up at him, She nodded her head a little bit and sniffled “That’s not the answer I want Milena, I want to hear you say it.” He spoke to her in a stern tone while running his fingers through her hair while she stood in silence “Say it before I start showing you.” He raised a brow at her not following directions so he sighed covering the blinds & taking off his suit jacket & removing his tie and shoving any packed bags on the ground “Cody what the hell are you doing?” She spoke out while he started unbuttoning his shirt & look over at her

“Y’know sweetheart you’d think the ring sitting on your finger right now would prove how much I love you & only want you but I guess I have to physically prove it to you.” He scoffed and pointed at her “Take off your clothes.” Milena raised her eyebrows & let out a light laugh “Are you serious? I thought we were waiting until after the wedding?” He shook his head “You really don’t follow directions do you?” He sighed and practically ripped off her top & lifted her pencil skirt & took off her panties before pushing her on the bed and kneeling in between her legs and holding up one of them kissing the side of your ankle “I mean Jesus Mills you know you have me wrapped around your finger, begged on my knees for you, cried over you for 9 years straight but that’s not enough for you to believe me is it?”

She whined looking up at him while he put her leg down, Cody had her sit up for a second while he unclipped her bra and pressed a kiss against her lips “You okay with this angel?” She nodded her head placing her hand against his cheek but he held her wrist shaking his head and kissing the palm of her head “That won’t do sweetheart I meed you to start using your words, try again baby.” She frowned and let out a sigh “I’m okay with this Codes.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head “Good girl.”

He fondled her breasts before sitting up on his knees and unzipping his pants & taking off his belt throwing it got knows where. He leaned back down and kissed her again while dragging his hand down her thighs smirking before crawling beneath her & burying his face in-between her thighs causing her to hitch her breath & let out a whine before he flicked his tongue against her clit making her let out a strained cry “Cody! Po-Point proven asshole!!.” He chuckled and moved his eyes up at her before dipping his tongue into her entrance & starting to eat her out.

Milena cried & withered into the bed nearly ripping the sheets and tried sitting up but he was absolutely not having it, He pulled away & plunged his fingers inside of her and laid her back down “Stop being a brat & sit still for once in your goddamn life please?” She whined and followed his directions while he moved the pace of his hand 10x faster which caused her to tear up from such overwhelming pleasure she was receiving “Gonna cum!!” She clawed at his forearm which made him let out a chuckle and wipe off her face before she hit her climax & came.

Cody smiled before pulling away & grabbing a wash cloth from the bathroom & cleaning her up “You believe me yet?” Milena let out a sigh following with a chuckle & nodded her head, “fine yes I believe you.” He grinned and kissed her head “Good, as you should sweetheart.” She smiled and wrapped herself into the blankets.

The next day Milena was walking around the Arena backstage to check up on the wrestlers and go over schedules & saw her fiancée walking around with Jey so she tried running towards him in heels “CODY SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I CAN’T RUN IN HEELS!” The two turned around and he smiled in amusement “Well nice to see you too pretty girl, to what do i owe you the pleasure of seeing me?” She hummed and pointed at the clipboard “Summerslam July, Miami, I need you to work on when you want to hold your matches.” He nodded “Anyone ever tell you that you’re very sexy when you speak about business?” Milena glared and smacked him in the chest “Cody focus!” He laughed nodding “Yes sweetheart I already started working on my schedules.” Jey noticed as Bianca walked by eying Cody & raised a brow “What’s up with her?” Milena turned around watching Bianca walk off & looked at Cody “Fuck me eyes. I told you.” Jey choked on his drink “What the fuck are Fuck me eyes?” Cody sighed running a hand down his face “Milena says Bianca is into me and gives me eyes that beg for me to fuck her.” Jey looked at Milena & Nodded “She’s not to far off then. Do I have fuck me eyes??” Jey joked before standing infront of cody swaying back and forth batting his eyes making Milena cross her arms while Cody laughed pushing Jey away. “I don’t care Bianca can stare as much as she wants but she better not act shocked when i start talking about how Cody fin-“ Jey screeched & Cody covered her mouth “Hey sweetheart? I love you but some things need to stay in that little noggin of yours got it?”

For now all was well, Milena just hoped nothing would get in the way of her wedding with Cody. Hopefully, right?

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Disclaimer: I am basing this off of my own experience and honestly if you disagree with me. I would love to hear your opinion. Message me idk it’s up to you

My intense love for scorpio and capricorn placements together

Okay so I have had to come to terms wtih my emotions that get provoked by people with both scorpio and capricorn placements. I believe I can trace this back to my childhood since my mother has a Scorpio mercury and a Capricorn Venus. I would naturally try my best to stay on my mother’s good side so I think it’s funny how now every person I have met that has these placements can affect me in different ways, but together there is something so fucking intense that happens to me (emotionally and physically).

Scorpio placements are an interesting comfort for me. The “energy” that scorpio placements give off tend to make me feel very comfortable. I feel so energized when I meet scorpio placements. It’s a moment because my fourth house is in scorpio so it makes sense why I feel such a comfort right? For instance, my grandma has a scorpio mars and me and her will argue about the most random shit. The thing is that I don’t think the rest of my family understands it entirely. Afterwards my grandma and me will be joking with each other and I feel very close with my grandma. I think people see us disagreeing with each other and think we are mad at each other or something like that. When really it’s just a leo mercury and aries mercury communicating, so there is a lot of passion behind our words. I bring this up as an example because I have always admired my grandma’s passion and comforted by her ability to take charge and speak up when it is needed.

I do feel like her planets and how they are placed in my houses does help me and her bond very well. Her sun is either in my second or third house, and her moon is in my ninth house. If anyone knows more about the sun house synastry I would love to know more about it. But emotionally I have felt like I do expand due to her influence on me. I say that cause the ninth house is usually ruled by sag and sag rules jupiter. Jupiter is all about expansion and learning I think so yeah. Anyways her mercury is in my first house, her venus is in my third house, and her mars is in my fourth house.

Now let me compare that to my reaction to Capricorn placements

Capricorn is in my sixth house so I have had many experiences bonding with capricorn placements. Now the bond isn’t always the most positive or healthy but it is a bond nonetheless. I also want to preface this by saying that my south node is in my sixth house and in capricorn so even though I am pulling my info from my own experiences. I am still not sure how much will resonate since I think the nodes do contribute to my reactions to capricorn placements and such.

Moving on capricorn placements as a whole affect me. For instance, my boyfriend has a mars in capricorn. His way of doing things is definetly a bit different than me with my mars in sag. When he wants to do something he is very consistent and focused. He wants to become better at that thing and usually he doesn’t change or move onto working on something else for a while. Now comparing that to me who is fasincated in learning so much that sometimes I am working on one thing while learning a completly different thing. I tend to move onto things back and forth multiple times but that doesn’t always mean I am completly dropping that thing I was doing earlier. Idk if that makes any sense but yeah.

I do admire his will to be consistent. The only issue that comes up is when we are doing something together that don't really I want to do. Right now I am learning how to drive and he is helping me out with it. There are a couple of times where I will get so stressed out by driving that I will want to stop it. Now he won’t force me or anything like that to continue if I am not comfortable it. Instead he will talk to me through it all very logically and not exactly with the level of expression of passion I am used to. Like he has said to me that the reason he learned how to drive was because “he didn’t want to rely on anyone”. Now that is a perfectivily great reason but that was it. Idk it just felt very earth mars behavior imo.

Let me do another example. Now this one is about someone who didn’t have a scorpio placement but had a capricorn sun. We would work fine in a group but even though they had a taurus moon (I love taurus moons bruh) we didn’t act like buddy buddy. I became a bit more toned down and it was interesting because I met them through a theatre class. Actually I don’t think we really interacted much unless it was class related, but I do believe meeting and interacting with them affected me and my work ethic. I became more focused and overall like a leader rather than a “follower”. I am more or less just a person who helps where it is needed but sometimes I just do my own thing because I hate the idea of following orders from someone I don’t respect on a professional level. Anyways I’ll try to make another post to elaborate on this topic. Time to check for typos or any errors oof bruh

Talk to you guys soon :)

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lutawolf · 1 year

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Between Us Episode 12 Commentary and Review

Everybody and their mother has done a review, but I feel like I have to see this to the end.

I love that he is taking Mr. Broccoli man with him! There are so cute and sweet, but I enjoy that they kept the nagging element. It's just who they are. It's a more settled in and playful Brat Tamer and brat relationship. And I'm here for it!

OMG, Win and his brothers are my favorite thing. I love how he knew Team was going to say yest to his brother's request. He overrode that so fast. As soon as Win used that commanding tone of voice, the two brats pouted but didn't argue. I absolutely adore the overdramatic little brother.

Damn, but that hotel is nice. We're seeing a lot more communication between Win and Team now that Win realized there had been a communication issue. The graveside was hard. I was prepared to beat a bitch if she kept on, but she didn't. We saw a lot of growth and it felt real. It didn't feel forced, it was good closure. And yeah, I cried.

Win working against his brother is the best thing ever. Eyebrows being dragged off my security while the "hotel owner" is smiling at him, was some funny ass shit. The way Waan turns to get onto Win, but you can clearly see who the Dom is. Because Win is like, who, are you kidding.

Then the bedroom. OMG, that was sweet and hot. Makes me want to see the actors in something else. Not gonna lie. All I could think was that it runs in the family. The way he was throwing eyebrows around. And he was good with he, he laid back and smiled. Please ravish me. But I'm gonna say it... Cause I got to say it. Did anyone else feel it was weird to not start off with a kiss? Throwing clothes off and then kissing everywhere but the lips? It didn't sync right with me. I mean, I still watched it three times, but I'm just saying.

Dinner was so fucking cute with the two couples! Once again we see commanding Win and you know what Waan obeyed. Can't be helped. Win is so clearly a Dom. Team pushing his luck and kissing Win on the lips during the product placement. He was lucky he wasn't pushed down on the sand. Beach sex is not all it's cracked up to be, though, so I'm glad they didn't go there.

The sweetness and cuteness! Then the hilariously of the sub trio. This was a wonderful balance. In previous episodes it felt like the timing was off, but not this episode. Even the way they sequenced into the swimming and awards. I loved the way he kept looking at Win, but it was also a special moment with his swim team friends. They did an amazing job of rounding and balancing things out.

We get super cute closer with ALL the characters. No loose ends, unlike Until We Meet Again. The ending is perfect because it always seemed odd that they didn't race. The swim team brought them together. It's special in its own right.

I got to admit, though. I'm curious about who proposes.

Well that's it guys. I hope you enjoyed this journey as much as me. Thank you for joining me on it. 💜💜💜

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ask-nome-tatsunagi · 5 months

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about to drop something a friend of mine, @hessadvv , came up with here. since it was related to the tatsunagis, I thought Nome would maybe (probably not) enjoy it (meru might tho)

it's long and entirely copy pasted

Great. So,the tatsunagi family has a team of therapists, that are aware of cray and it's existence. They are the ones that keep the peace,and slam some sense into takuto's head (love him,but he's insane) somewhere between season 1 and 2,they took a vacation to Italy or something, somewhere that doesn't have vanguard,and that's when shit hit the fan(didn't want to. They knew that disaster would strike. But takuto argued that it was just for a couple of months,and that he could make sure that earth and cray weren't going to get destroyed......we can both agree that he miserably failed. Cut off all communication,so these therapists had no idea about the events that transpired during the asia circuit and LJ. Either they come back at the tail end of season 3, land at the airport,have this moment of"ahh japan! it's good to be back!"with the sun shining and see the staff cardfighting with weird tattoos, get outside and see everything burning. OR coming back a bit later and takuto(we'll pretend he's alive,I haven't thought that far yet)greets them at the airport, and we get a chapter where he threatens everyone not to mention the events of AS and LJ so he doesn't have to deal with the"I told you so!)and the scolding he'll get. But someone slips. Whichever version you think is funnier.either way, Once our REAL team of heroes finds out. They ask(read: demand)that takuto round up every one personally involved,and Make them individual therapy appointments to work through what happened. Non negotiable. Takuto sends out invitations for a"celebration"and then drops this bomb on them because he doesn't have a choice and he finds it funny (don't worry the therapists will deal with him. But they're used to it so they're focusing on the rest) featuring:kai jumping out of the nearest window. Misaki just leaving. Kamui and kyou having no idea what therapy even is. Chris arguing that he's a genius and doesn't need it. tetsu breathing a sigh of relief. The tatsunagi sisters giggling at everyone's reactions when one of TT(the therapists)turns around and announces that they'll be getting therapy too,etc

Basically,each team gets a therapist(Al4,Q4,etc),and individual sessions with the therapists assigned to them. And then the sessions start and they quickly turn from"helping these teenagers get over saving the world/trying to destroy it"into "why does everyone of these kids have childhood trauma?!" As the therapists realize that all of them have issues that started way before they even got into cardfight vanguard.

Aichi's bullying and his dejection at being a "failure" of an older brother to Emi and guilt over her feeling like she has to protect him. Kai's parents death/disappearance and the feeling of being unwanted by anyone afterwards . Ren's psychotic personality and abusive relationship with his father. Asaka's unhealthy dependance on him. Misaki ostracization growing up because of her photographic memory and her parents' death. Leon's life growing up on the island, trapped with nowhere to go. Chris drowning under the pressure of being the best.miwa feeling like he didn't enough for kai His teammates having to be in his shadow. Etc.

First appointment: featuring:kai glaring and not saying anything for two hours. Ren cheerfully avoiding any questions. The therapist immediately clocking Aichi as a bullying victim.(I know I talk about Aichi's bullying past alot. But it is truly important to me. We don't see the extent of it. But considering every flashback we see of child Aichi he is COVERED in bruises and also that he switched schools,I think I can safely assume it was terrible. to me switching schools is the VERY last option. I would have liked to see side effects from that, even after a couple years. Because bullying isn't something most people easily get over. I am lucky enough not to have been ever put into that situation,but still. I would have liked to see it Like,not really trusting the teachers at his new school, because he saw them completely ignoring his situation,or dismissing it as"kids being kids" while kids can be extremely cruel without understanding the consequences. Hunched over trying to make himself smaller to not draw any attention. Him potentially running into some of his old bullies in highschool,etc. i tried touching on it in my fic but I didn't do that well. It sucks that the only time it was ever mentioned again was when naoki was introduced. As he apologized for not stepping in. I don't think Aichi had the saddest childhood in the series. Far from it. But it would have made a good plot point. Sorry I am rampeling).

Not Taking any of Ren's bias. Staring kai down. And being badass. And then realizing the that team dynamic between Q4 is extremely disfunctinal and pretty toxic. The worst of the bunch, which is a shock to everyone. So that leads to team sessions being implemented. And that leads more then once into a screaming match between Aichi and Kai.(I wanted him to call kai out on his bullshit here) also there are group sessions will all four of the psyqualia users which also end up in screaming matches between leon and ren,and ren and aichi.

I just realized I forgot about LM. We'll pretend that their memory was deleted and this just happened post canon.

That is actually a GENIUS idea because that's literally how it would work. Like you can't go to any therapist to talk to them about having gone through like 4 apocalypses, you need a specialised team for that. I'd think it was Nome's idea because his siblings grew desensitised to all that mess meanwhile he, who never directly participated in any of that, was like "Hey. What the hell. Sending you all to special therapy right now."

- meru

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bajibitch · 2 years

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Headcanons: Nahoya

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Trust: He doesn't mind you having other friends and doesn't pry into your relationships with them unless you're constantly worried about what he's doing when you're not around. Secrets aren't a thing with him, if you want to know what he's been up to just ask, he's an open book. If you confide in him he won't tell anyone, including his brother, about your worries or concerns without your permission and he doesn't make you feel foolish instead he tries to ease your mind and offer ways to help you.

Openness: He's comfortable showing you his interest and if you, for some reason, bash him for it he doesn't let that stop him from doing what he loves, but he does call you out on it because he isn't afraid to express when you make him feel awful. He wants you to tell him about all the things you enjoy because he loves learning new things about you and it's exciting trying new things with you. If he doesn't like it, he tells you in a way that doesn’t hinder your experience since he doesn't want you to feel like you have to do it when he isn't around.

Communication: Deep down he feels like he wouldn't be able to tell you if someone came onto him without being accused of flirting because people believe he's the devil with no sense of control and they expect that he can't be loyal. It isn't until you show him that you understand that he has morals and feelings like everyone else that he reveals this to you. If you ever made him feel bad or said something that rubbed him the wrong way, intentional or not, he’ll tell you the moment it happens so you don't make a habit of hurting him.

Bonding: When he’s planning dates he makes sure that there's a balance. Sometimes it may be you guys doing what he loves and for others, it’s an activity that you enjoy more, but he makes sure that it's something that both of you can sit through. He manages his time well and prioritizes your relationship over anything else unless there's a case where he already made plans, it’ll suck that the two of you were excited but because he still respects his other relationships he’ll have you wait another day.

Mutual Respect: You can have your own opinions about something, but he will ask why you feel a certain way about the subject, not to tear it apart but just so he can understand you. If things are bad, he won't talk shit about you to his friends because that’ll open the door for them to feel comfortable disrespecting you and he doesn't want them to harbor hate for you if he plans on trying to fix the problem.

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Trust: He isn't very reliable because he doesn't take the relationship seriously, he doesn't give it his all because he assumes it won't last. When you aren't around he entertains other people and goes as far as making out with them, but if you confront him about your suspicions he tells you it's all in your head. Sometimes he follows through on doing things he promised, but other times he leaves you hanging. He doesn't want you out without him because he’s aware that he could treat you better and knows you might try to find someone else.

Mutual respect: When people ask about his relationship he responds by saying he's not in one but kisses you and says he's joking. If you say it's not funny he’ll tell you that you're making a big deal out of nothing, you're at a party lighten up. He'll argue with you in front of people and doesn't care if they make comments about it and agrees with some of the points they add in, but he doesn't let anyone else call you out your name.

Communication: He says what you want to hear if it’ll get you to stop complaining about what he's doing since he feels like you knew what you were getting into, he says he's still the same person he was when you wanted to give him a chance. He doesn't listen to understand, he argues about why you're wrong or how you can be making things better. When you're talking about personal issues he’ll try to be there for you emotionally, but if you talk about it so often he loses interest.

Forgiveness: When you make a mistake he sarcastically calls you perfect and holds onto it so he can bring it up when you bring up his shortcomings. He doesn't lose sleep thinking about the terrible things he's done to you even if you don't forgive him, he rather leaves the stress of the situation to you; the most he’ll do is admit that he was wrong.

Bonding: He doesn't celebrate your achievements with you often, but he says congratulations and offers money so you can treat yourself. If you’re doing something he's curious about he’ll join and ask questions, but he’ll leave you to your own devices if it doesn't spark interest. The two of you go out often since he doesn't like sitting in one place for so long. Sometimes he surprises you and takes you somewhere he thinks you’ll enjoy.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya kawata #yandere nahoya #yandere smiley #yandere

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purpleflower19072 · 1 year

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In The Defense Of Shadow The Hedgehog 2005

In 2005 Shadow got his own spinoff game. Since then the game has a bad reputation within the Sonic community. I see Sonic fans on different platforms rate this game as the worse Sonic game next to '06 and Rise Of Lyric. However, I argue that Shadow The Hedgehog is an average Sonic game and it's not that bad. I am speaking as someone who has played all of these games. I have also been playing Shadow The Hedgehog for about 13 years now.

'06 and Rise of Lyric were glitchy. Right now I am doing a playthrough of '06 and I don't think Shadow The Hedgehog is anywhere near that. I am mostly speaking for the Gamecube version of Shadow. From my experience Shadow does not have game breaking glitches and all the deaths I experienced were fair. The issues I do see with Shadow are level design and handling. I feel like the handling issues are in SA1, SA2, and Heros as well. I feel confident that I will hit my target with the homing attack and I will get on a rail when I need to. The deaths are not random either.

A lot of people's problems with Shadow is the different story lines and the fact that there is a true end. I understand why people don't like it however to take that away from the game will make the game lose its identity. The different endings are more of a what-if scenario. As a kid I use to write stories about Shadow after the different endings. These ending show different aspects of Shadow's emotions. This was back when Sonic characters were allowed emotions. I think my favorite ending has to be the one with Vector. Shadow is seen with regret and displays sadness for what happened on the Ark. I feel this ending had a lot of potential for Shadow's healing. One ending was funny. Shadow wants the be the best hedgehog.

Other opponents of the game say that Shadow is out of character. I don't think Shadow is total out of character. 2010s Shadow is way off in the left field. There are many moments within this game that Shadow is perfectly in character. Especially when you play the Maria Ark levels and the True Ending. Another thing I love about Shadow's character in this game was his sense of humor. He cracks jokes throughout this game. I see Sega trying to stop other writers from making Shadow funny. Its bizarre to me. In this game Shadow had said: "It's like taking candy from a baby which is fine by me" and "I didn't know this baby could fly". Also, the edginess is aesthetic more than a character trait. Sure Shadow used a gun but he was just using something that was available to him. There are some missions that require a gun. The mission that comes to mind is helping Tails with getting 400 rings. Using a gun for a shooting range makes sense.

"Oh but Shadow cusses", some say. I mean, I would cuss too if aliens were taking over the world. If I got shoot by a robot look alike "damn" would not be the word I would use. Cussing is not a big deal. I heard 3rd graders say worse than what anyone in this game said.

This game is just fun as hell. The adventure formula worked well. There are stages I play because they are fun. My favorites are Cryptic Castle and Lost Impact. The levels where Shadow had to use the GUN mech reminds me of Eggman and Tails levels in SA2. With this game staring Shadow Sega was allowed to experiment a little. This game also had personality that I feel like is missing. 13 years of playing this game and I still love every moment. This game has really sexy graphics.

Now why am I writing this. The main thing is, I feel like this game get hated on more than it should. This game is my favorite and for the longest time people would tell me that my taste was bad and this is a shit game. I understand why people don't like this game. I just see people hating on this game like how it's trendy to hate on '06. Also, tastes in anything is subjective. I hate seeing how this game and many Sonic games from the 2000s get labeled as a "dark era". To me, this was a golden age. A lot of cool stuff was happening and it was fun. Unfortunately, a bunch of adults at that time told us we didn't know what we wanted and that we were ruining Sonic. Then we got the 2010s. Shadow got delegated to the background and all of his nuaces stripped. It felt exhausting only playing Sonic and having a story that only has Sonic. In the end of the day: like what you like. We have 3 generations of Sonic and we are now heading into a 4th generation. (this now feels like K-pop).

Another thing, I want Shadow The Hedgehog to be ported to the Switch. I would also love Shadow to be ported to the PC as well. I say the Switch because I could play Shadow wherever I want I would work on getting 'A's in all the missions. I currently have 4 copies. 2 on the Gamecube, 1 on the PS2, and a ROM on my computer. However, I want it available on a console that I play the most. I want the 2000s games to get the same treatment that the 90s games get. Sonic 1 always gets ported. Meanwhile games like Heroes, Riders, Shadow, Advance trilogy, '06, Storybook games, and Unleashed have never been ported. SA1 and 2 have been ported to the PC and I think the PS3. They have not been ported to other consoles. Just because some of these games were deemed "bad" doesn't mean they should disappear. These games were some people's childhood. All these games are over 10 years old. Shadow The Hedgehog is about 17. These are classics now and deserve a replay.

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the1975attheirverybest · 4 months

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the new chapter was so good!!! i love seeing needy matty and the both of them getting a tiny bit close to communicating properly but also devastating still seeing matty sabotage his own pleasure :( though it is a bit funny how clueless joshua is that while he is doing whatever amelia and matty are having probably some of the most intimate experiences you can have with another person and is only vaguely clocking on to it.

also, the bit about not showering made me think about all the comments he gets about not showering and it makes me a bit upset that although we dont know what is going on with him on a deep personal level the 'woke' and 'tolerant' left once again proves itself hypocritical (and while you could argue that a lot of these people arent really leftists that fails to meaningfully address those issues and merely shoehorns them under another name) especially because even if it is just jokes its both just unfunny and neglecting the real impact of mental illness

its also interesting to note how once again the only real pleasure he gets is either through pain or pleasuring others

i am also dreading whatever will (or whoever wont) come from those final messages

OH MY GOD ETHAN BESTIEE 💗💗💗😭 thank you so much for reading so thoughtfully. I’m going to save this and look at it and read it again hahaha.

Yessss, it’s so annoying. I mean, unfortunately he got mocked for his appearance quite a bit. But, like, as anyone with mental health struggles knows, taking care of yourself is one of the first things that begin to decline when you’re struggling. And it pisses me off to no end that “woke” people pay lip service to “oh you must prioritize yourself. Take care of your mental health is so important” but then fail to support you in any meaningful way while you try to do that. Even worse, shame you for struggling. Make it make sense. Like idk maybe it’s just me but I have a lot of internalized guilt over that shit lmao.

And sure he’s a celebrity and he’s rich or whatever. idk about the rest of yall. But when I’m feeling like that? No amount of money or clothes or whatever is going to change that. Cuz it’s not really about these material things in that moment.

As for who/what will come next….well it’s gonna be interesting (I hope) haha.

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requincouche · 1 year

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What do you think of the sentence: With the natural sciences we get to the moon, but never to heaven.

Well regarding the Moon, there's two quotes that are of interest to this question.

"Yuri Gagarin flew into space, but didn't see any god there"

"And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas – and God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth."

It's kinda funny how opposing these seem, though both probably had an underlying motivation. As for what I think... Regardless of whether you're religious and which religion that'd be, the concept of heaven could be that there's a reward for you for good behavior in life. Though, you can ask yourself the question whether a reward in life is more valuable than a reward after life. The Christian version of this is that the after-life is eternal, thus your reward for good deeds in life would be immeasurably greater than one during life itself. The uncertainty of whether you'd get there would be the ultimate motivation.

If we replace 'heaven' with the blissfulness of a fulfilling life on earth, I think that the original Ask becomes much clearer. Science can improve our ability to communicate, our health, our food and drinks, and our entertainment. Though, what it can't do is make us a better person, help us to be a better friend, brother/sister, or parent. With regards to science, I'm most familiar with medical science. The topic I can bring to your attention is "medicalization of society". Medical sciences bring us the good, though they also add the dynamics of medical capitalism into our society; i.e. "pathologization" or pejoratively "disease mongering". It's more correct to refer to this as "overmedicalization", though. What I mean by this term is that an industry which profits on pathologies, will probably attempt to increase the rate of diagnoses, to get more people to buy their drugs or use their medical services, under the guise of improving health. The very concept of (the acceptance of) normality can be employed as a marketing gimmick. Regardless of the critique on overmedicalization, it'd be unwise to reject the benefits of diagnoses, drugs, and medical services. It would be an unfair discussion to argue overmedicalization versus undermedicalization. I don't even have a solution to it. I personally find it bizarre that for example 5+% of the Western European population is using some form of anti-depressants right at this moment. You can look at this and conclude that it's good for so many citizens to have access to pharmaceutical support for their health issues. Though, you can also look at this and conclude that there is a mental health crisis raging throughout populations which either exists for real, due to massive over-diagnosis, or due to over-prescription of these drugs. This pattern continues also into other pathologies.

The question here is whether all these medical-scientific advancements have brought us closer to 'heaven', i.e. closer to feeling fulfillment in our lives. My own answer is that it's unrelated to one another. Superficially you can answer that health is a huge part of happiness, and that you'd wish for your family and friends to live long and healthy lives. Though, does that imply that life was less fulfilling and happy in the past? 200-300 years ago there were many more hardships e.g. infant mortality. But what I want to bring to your attention that hygiene, quality food and clean drinking water probably played the biggest role in the advancements herein, followed closely by vaccinations.

I don't have a definitive answer for you. Science is a tool to generate new knowledge, and that knowledge can be used to help us. Though, I don't think that the generated knowledge can be part of happiness itself, at least not in a vacuum. If you can contribute to this monologue, please feel free and I'll be happy to revise my opinion.

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sweaterkittensahoy · 5 months

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An interesting bit of my relationship with Sean:

Until I was 14, all my primary caretakers were--at minimum--narcissist to a point. My stepfather was definitely an abuser and a drunk, but I honestly don't recall enough of the man (he died when I was 12) to guess at the narcissism level, but looking back with the knowledge I have, definitely some traits. My mom, bio-dad, and stepmom? Narcissists. All of them. And that's based on my therapist recommending books about dealing with narcissists when I described them.

Sean's parents were married until he was 19 (fun fact: his mom told him she was going to divorce his dad the same weekend we had our first date). Sean's mom taught him that a couple arguing/fighting is healthy ("Sometimes you have to yell to get to a good conclusion."). Sean's mom taught him that going to couples's therapy is healthy.

Sean's dad, unfortunately, grew up the son of an intense alcoholic mother (gee, that's familiar) and has, at least, narcissistic tendencies. He does not go to therapy. He goes to group "therapy" at his church (not run by a professional).

Sean and I have very different experiences with our narcissistic parents. First, I've had more of them. Second, all of mine have been very, very loud.

Sean's dad's narcissism is much quieter. He doesn't shame Sean or rewrite history. Instead, he does things like call Sean when there MIGHT be a tsunami on the Oregon Coast so that SEAN will look up the information and report it to him rather than just look it up himself.

No joke: Sean's dad recently saw one of Sean's cousins on his mother's side talking about a health issue in the family. Was Sean's dad response to message the cousin (an adult) and get clarification?

No.

Sean's dad called Sean, explained he'd seen a facebook post, and asked what was happening.

Short answer: Someone in Sean's mom's family known to Sean's dad is having severe health issues.

Two days later, Sean got a sudden flurry of texts from his dad. It was all contact info for family on his side. Sean's aunt, the two uncles, and a few cousins. Sean stared at it and said, "Why is he sending me this?"

Here's the thing: My narcissism experience is much crazier. I've had my mom lie to my face about things that have happened. My bio-dad made me apologize to my stepmother literally directly after she'd hit me. More than once. My mom can give me an excuse to never visit me in my city and then turn around and talk about how many vacations she takes.

Sean's experience with his dad's narcissism is very funny to me because I truly believe his dad does not mean to do it. He simply has no idea how to communicate well.

I cannot stress enough, intent does not matter with a narcissist. It's not about whether they INTEND to hurt you or not. It's about if you feel shitty after. Because narcissists are particularly good at making you feel shitty while sounding nice. Sean's most common response to his dad's behavior is confusion.

Anyway, Sean's wondering what the fuck his dad is doing, and my brain clicks a few things together, and I said, "OH! He wants you to know who to contact if he drops dead!"

And Sean just stares at his phone for a moment, then sighs and go, "Yeah. Yeah, that's what that is."

Not gonna lie: I started giggling because my experience sees an amateur effort at getting Sean to ask a question.

Sean: "Really?"

Me: "Sorry. It's just...sorry."

Sean: "I'm just gonna say thanks."

Me: "An excellent decision."

It absolutely is. It acknowledges the effort and does not open the room to conversation.

It's an odd place to be, coming from several professional-level narcissists, to getting a genuine giggle out of Sean's dad's amateur efforts. I think part of what makes it funny instead of angering is that Sean is an only child, so his dad can't aim any secret shittiness in another direction.

I won't lie: It feels good that my shitty upbringing can be used towards giving guidance to someone I love who knows shit isn't perfect and that imperfect relationships have meaning and worth.

#personal #family shit #married life

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