#this is a love letter to all the animated media that dares to be different
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would also like ur thoughts on everything i will listen to u talk abt video games always LOL but 6 9 12 22 28!
thank uu and likewise 🫶🫶 will not answer everything bc thts so many but also i feel like ive covered a lot of these topics before on my sideblog but! i will answer these for u 🫰
6. A series you’ve enjoyed since your early days of gaming and still enjoy to this day whether it still has games coming out or is one you return to
pokemon and rhythm heaven :') ❤️ from these series ive only played platinum and rhds as a kid, so as an adult ive been enjoying their other titles.. though i do not rly care for 3d pokemon titles.. but with time that may change. and wait technically final fantasy, bc i had the ff4 ds cartridge as a kid. except it was in japanese and i had no idea how to play it and did fuck all. i didnt even realize it was final fantasy until years later when i played ff7, and i recognized the running from battle animation. and now i have final fantasy brainrot <3
9. A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved
ff9 and ghost trick 😎 im so happy i played these without any spoilers or any idea what to expect, bc i really think thats the best way to experience them
12. A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing
YRP girlies 😎😎😎 idk when ill ever finish x-2 cuz this ps3 is kinda busted, but despite their kinda cringe dialogue i still love yuna and the girlies
22. A game ending that’s really stuck with you
FF9....... i think u saw my insanity firsthand when i did not shut up about it for like 8 months 😭 it really changed my life bc it was ff9 that really made me get more serious w literary analysis of games and medias in general, bc i just wanted to understand everything abt this story. majora's mask similarly changed my life and was the reason i made a sideblog to begin with, because i NEEDEDDD to be insane about this game somewhere.. god what an ending. god. ok im not going to go insane abt it rn LOL my focus is on Spider-Man now.
28. Pick a series you like. What was the first game you played for it? Was it a good starting point? Would it still be a good starting point now?
i wont pick final fantasy bc my answer is literally the same as yours LOL so um... i will pick zelda. my first zelda game was botw and honestly that is an AWFUL starting point for getting into zelda JFKLJSDL bc its just so. fucking different from every zelda game out there. and also bc its a love letter to the franchise, that probably a million references flew over my head bc i didnt know what they were referencing. but yeah like its just absolutely awful to go from a game where you can freely jump to a game where you have to ROLL.
but at the same time i dont think botw is an awful starting point. bc like.... its a good game. its a good Modern game. like the older zelda games, especially the 3d titles, are extremely outdated. i dont think anyone should be playing those in this day and age when botw/totk is there to experience instead. while not ideal, i think its fine to hit it off with a modern switch title, then work your way down to older titles.
of course 2d zeldas are a different thing. dare i say, the superior thing. also i dont believe anyone should get into zelda. bad franchise. except when the games are good. all pondering aside the best starting point for zelda is ALBW, then MM3D. maybe some MINISH CAP as a treat. those are the only existing zelda titles. to me. but jokes aside if someone is really gonna have a 'starting point' for zelda games then its definitely BOTW/TOTK or ALBW. doesnt matter whether its a switch title or ALBW played first, but its very very very very important that ALBW is played as well.
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♡ dating the bnha boys — hcs
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➪ shoto todoroki
pls you’ve prolly been terrified of him for a while prior bc of how ?? talented ?? the mf is ??
but mans prolly saved you at some point and there was this lingering stare you two shared before he left you at recovery girls’ office; were you reading too far into things ?
spoiler alert: you weren’t.
anYWAYS-
he’s the kind of boyfriend to tenderly brush your hair for you and attempt to learn how to tie and braid your hair up in cute ,, simple designs !!
he’d always be ready with little things you’re constantly forgetting; extra snacks,, water,, a fully charged portable charger ,, trust me when i say that man is pREPARED- after all ,, he needs to be ready with everything to take care of his little sweetheart ,, does he not ?
ONLY TWO POINTS IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING BC I LOVE HIM SM BYE BYE BYE
at some point he’d find you sitting on the roof by yourself late at night,, only to stay with you and let you fall asleep on his chest as he drapes a blanket over you and heats it up a lil with his quirk
OKAY YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THAT MAN WOULDNT HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES AND WOULD SOMETIMES EVEN GET LOWKEYHIGHKEY KINDA SAD WHEN YOU DONT LET HIM
prolly bc he just wants to prove to you that he can be useful
pls just let the man know he’s useful and important he never shows it directly but he needs the reassurance—
he’d give you a warm massage w his quirk whenever you’re in pain :”)
HIDES AND PROTECTS YOU FROM MINETA BC HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT FANTASIZES ABOUT
loves heating//cooling things for you ,, like instant noodles or ice packs !!
surprises you w jewelry that have his initials on them !!
GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES I SWEAR
would hold an umbrella for u while you loop your arm into his as the two of you walk home through the light rain :”)
cries into your chest sometimes after youve fallen asleep bc it’s late nights like these when he reflects on just how lucky of a guy he is to have you— it’s hard for him to articulate it directly ,, but when he does fully open up to you ab it ,, you end up crying too .
WOULD 110% MAKE THE TWO OF YOU YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIL ICE RINK AND TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATE // DO FUN FIGURE SKATING DUOS WITH YOU
➪ katsuki bakugou
prolly got with you initially bc of a dare ( and he nEVER passes up a dare ) ,, but eventually those feelings started to become real and honestly ? it kinda scared the shit outta him . he didn’t know why ,, but for some reason he didnt actually want to leave .
OKAY LARA JEAN AND PETER MF KAVINSKY TYPE BEAT ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ HIT US WITH THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TO REAL RELATIONSHIP TROPE YESYESYES
teasingly-mean nicknames = his love language . enough said .
AGGRESSIVE !! KISSES !! ALL !! THE DAMN !! TIME !!
makes you wear his hoodie whenever you show even the sLIGHTEST hint at being cold
he just rly wants to see you in his clothes
he’s so clueless on how to do this whole boyfriend thing ,, but he’s definitely trying bc it’s for you :”)
watches and tries so desperately to copy all the cute couples in the movies you guys watch together
“ roses...do you want roses ? “ “ what ? “ “ the guy in the movie gave her roses...do you want roses too ? “
but at the end of the day you just appreciate him for who he is and that’s more than enough for you :”)
PLS DENKI AND KIRI ARE CONSTANTLY SHOCKED AT HOW MUCH HE’S TRYING FOR YOU
will take any and every opportunity to show off his strength and quirk to you <3
now we all know this man gets jealous hella easily ,, and its no different w relationships :”) he’d constantly make it a point to hold you extra close to him in public ,, show you off on social media and call you by a nickname//petname whenever possible just to reiterate to ppl the fact that you’re his and he’s yours
WOULD LET YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO HIS EYELINER AT 2AM PURELY BC YOU GOT BORED
pls i could rly see myself doing that i wont lie
honestly sometimes he forgets himself and his temper gets a little out of hand ,, but the second he sees his feral reflection in your fearful eyes,, he pulls you to his chest and apologizes profusely :”))
➪ denki kaminari
MF PROLLY GOT WITH YOU BC OF A RIGGED GAME OF SPIN THE BOTTLE AT MINA’S PLACE I CANNOT SEE ANYTH HAPPENING OTHERWISE
one tiny kiss turned into two ,, which turned into three ,, and before you knew it ,, the both of you were spilling out the pent up feelings you had for one another all this time—
mina never shuts up ab it ,, she’s so proud of her matchmaking skills
when the power goes out during a storm ,, he holds onto you tight and plays w your hair as he uses his quirk to turn things back on ,,, “ shhh it’s ok,, i’m here “
will do anything and everything to make you smile <3
he has a lil album in his camera roll with all his favourite pictures of you ,, which is practically just all of them tbh ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
HE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE !!
super energetic n bubbly but at the end of your dates he passes out right away in your arms
you make sure to wrap him up in blankets and give him an overload of kisses after he’s rly asleep though
will work embarrassingly hard to win you stuffed animals at the fair !! it doesn’t always work ,, but it’s cute nontheless <3
some of the staff and children at the fairs get pissed off but oh well ,,, what you do for love
pls he prolly makes you lil bento boxes for lunch every now and then ( ESPECIALLY DURING EXAM WEEK ) w tiny notes and designs taped on them
constantly calls you “ shawty “ lowkey un ironically and dice rolls in ur direction whenever he sees you ,,, you just end up laughing and playfully punching him
I JUST KNOW HE DOES THE F BOY LIP BITE FACE CONSTANTLY
ITS AN ADDICTION FOR HIM I SWEAR
SUPER CLINGY BUT IN THE CUTEST WAY AAAA
LIL STICKY NOTE LOVE LETTERS FROM HIM IN YOUR LOCKER EVERY !! MF !! DAY !!!
you both agreed that at home cozy netflix dates w microwave popcorn and fuzzy blankets >>> movie theatre dates
110% made a playlist for you at some point when he crushed on you from afar and shared it w you after you started dating
he made a collaborative playlist for yall AND multiple playlists of songs that remind him of you afterwards
pls i just kNOW this man’s love language is making playlists
theyre prolly all categorized by mood or smth too w the cutest covers ever pls
➪ ejirou kirishima
you initially met him bc he was hella upset and alone this one time and you were the only one to notice and be there for him bc he ran away from everyone else to hide the “ uNmanLy “ tears :”))
takes you w him on his lil gym visits ,, hypes you up with every little thing u accomplish !!
constantly teasing bakugou with how he’s able to pull you and how lucky he is to have you
bakugou gets hella annoyed most of the time and just blasts him away-
idk bro i just feel like kiri prolly calls you “ adorable “ alot i wont lie-
LOVES HAND HOLDING,, takes any opportunity to hold ur hand and trace lil casual patterns across your knuckles w his thumb
sometimes he’ll even draw lil hearts on your hand
play fighting but sometimes the two of you get too carried away and he actually loses half of the time-
LATE NIGHT GAME NIGHTS WITH HIM AND THE BAKUSQUAD,, he loves being on the team against you so he can get all competitive
OK HEAR ME OUT;;;; DANCE BATTLES W HIM AS YOUR PARTNER AGAINST RANDOM PPL AT PARTIES
mans gets hella insecure ab himself sometimes ,, so he loves doing lil things for you !! opening a can ,, pulling the blanket over you ,, zipping up your jacket <33
STOP WAIT THATS SO CUTE BYE I WANT THAT
lets you dye his hair—THATS HOW MUCH HE TRUSTS YOU BYE
pls yall prolly aggressively play wii sports and just dance against one another on a regular basis;; it’s literally your thing and you cannot tell me otherwise ahjdjfj
pls i just KNOW this man’s an overly passionate wii player
will wrap his arms around your waist and hug u from behind as you make breakfast
WOULD WEAR MATCHING EARRINGS W YOU IF ITS FOR YOU
slow dances in the living room at midnight w you !!
eventually as you spent more time together ,,, you were able to change his idea of “ manliness “ ,, and he was able to realize that manliness is not equivalent to stoicism and that expressing ur feelings is still totally manly and totally valid !! <33
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Series Preview: Down Here, In This Valley
“There are places in this world that humanity was never s'posed to see. Walled in by mountains of burnin' black rock, isolated by a choking canopy o’poison flora, woods where tooth, claw, and hunger still sit atop the food chain.”
— Old Gods of Appalachia, Episode 0: Prologue
These are old mountains.
Cold mountains.
Coal mountains.
And you should never have come to them.
None of us should’ve.
Pairings:Old One!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; Old One!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dub-Con, Soft!Dark Characters, Dark! Characters, Cult Elements, Human/Animal Sacrifice, Religious Elements, Blasphemy, Cosmic/Dark Horror, Stalking, Possessive/Obsessive Characters, Appalachian/Mountain Gothic, Gothic Horror, Descriptions of Death and Rot and Poverty
Notes: This is technically going to be an anthology series and each Reader will be different for each pairing and I do plan to add more, especially if the inspiration strikes me. This will be a series involving horror, but the Gothic horror kind, and is deeply inspired by the podcast Old Gods of Appalachia. Some of the lore will be credited to them wherever appropriate.
All stories will take place in a fictional town in Pennsylvania and all stories are interconnected.
PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT THAT IS BEING PRESENTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
Not beta-read, these sins belong to me and me alone.
All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.
Anyways here's the beginning of this series: Chapter 1 of Dead Trees like Lavender Fields, an Old One!Bucky Barnes Fic, so I can finally give the man some love.
You should never have come here, to this town that didn’t exist on any map you could find except the one which your Uncle Cletus sent you after your mother died. Hell, you didn’t even know you had an Uncle Cletus — you didn’t know the names of any of your mother’s family except you and your stepfather and frankly you were starting to understand why — not until you got the letter six days after the funeral, alongside a family Bible you didn’t know you had either.
The photo though, the one that fluttered out of it, that was all the proof you needed. Picture of her, spitting image of you now when you look into the mirror, holding a baby still in swaddling clothes.
See, the thing is, you’ve got the exact same one, hidden away in that album she never let you look at while she was alive. Just that picture, so she could show you, on the nights she felt the eyes on her, the nights she saw the symbols carved in the walls and never explained the meanings to you. Should never have married your pa, she’d tell you, not caring how your little ears tolerated her swearing or the way the Mountain Talk would come pouring from her tongue, all the way out in the plains of Kansas, Should never’ve let ‘im move us t’that haint-damned holler…
Haint-damned. You’re so used to that term and yet you still don’t know what it means, even here where the sun shines green through the woods — woods, not forest, you know well enough not to call them that, they ain’t that delicate — and the moon grins like the Devil through the leaves.
You should never have come here, to this place your mother ran from Like Hell itself was comin’ for me, right outta your christenin’, right outta your own pa’s filthy han’s. Can’t trust ‘em, them coal-boys, sweetgirl, can’trust the lights in the woods. You listenin’? You listen here an’ listen good — don’t you dare go into the woods alone. Ain’ nothin’ good for you there, ‘cept bein’ seen, and you never wanna be seen, sweetgirl.
Well.
You should have listened.
#bucky barnes x reader#dark!bucky x reader#dark!bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#dark!fic#series preview#i mean yes there will be smut eventually but look i'm inspired and excited right now#also i had fun with the moodboard
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Kenji x first perspective female reader:
Things happened
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(Hey, how is it going peeps! This was requested by @xxno-0xx . I hope you all, and especially the requester, like it. Only one warning: It involves some swearing, so if you don’t like that don’t read. If the requester doesn’t like it, please tell me and I’ll edit the story! Also: The story plays somewhere either between season 2 and 3, or somewhere around season 3. Though not in a canonical episode)
It’s crazy how things sometimes happen.
A very vague description, I know, but it’s the only way I can convey how I feel.
Things happened that made me have the opportunity to go to Jurassic Worlds Camp Cretaceous.
We had won the league as the best female Baseball team, with the price being -besides the typical golden trophy and some media glory- a trip to Camp Cretaceous for one of us. And as the team leader, I was chosen as the one who can go.
“Oh no it’s fine!”, I had said. I already had a funny feeling about the trip. But they all had insisted, “it’s fine”, they had said, “it’ll be cool” they said.
Oh and weren’t they just so right. I am super peachy.
Practically prancing through the jungle and killing Dinos with my little finger-
Ok that’s enough, I think y’all got the gist: The shit had hit the fan.
Things happened, that made everyone be gone, and suddenly it was up to us to survive on this pretend Prehistoric nightmare.
At least my beloved baseball bat had survived the fall of the Camp Cretaceous building. After that discovery I didn’t let go of it anymore. I took it everywhere with me, hitting every living being that even dared to breath in my new found friends direction.
Friends… I had never thought, before the evacuation of Jurassic World and all that crazy stuff happened, that I’d ever call any of them that. I hadn’t really found any of them to be friendship material. I love baseball and building things out of wood in my free time and had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. The only person in the group who had come close to that was Yaz, but she had been so closed off, that I couldn’t really tell before we became a group that fought for their survival. Darius also had been ok, but I was older than him and we didn’t have anything in common, so that checked itself out. Everyone else sort of annoyed me in one way or another. Especially Kenji’s pompous ass. He had appeared very full of himself and just generally narcissistic, or at least painfully self centered and pretentious.
Now imagine how surprised one might be, when one figured I was crushing on the guy.
Let’s just say, that things happened that made me see Kenji in a completely different light.
Turns out he has a good enough sense of humor to catch my drift when I speak “in sarcastic” as he likes to call it. Turns out, he was a loyal and fun friend. Turns out he was just a lonely soul, neglected by a father whose work is more important to him than his own son.
Everything turned out different than it appears about him. He still sometimes annoyed me with his pranks and especially when he wouldn’t shut up about his wealth. The latter however became very apparent as the means to show that he was someone, although he didn’t need to prove that anymore. But of course he would think that’s how people would like him, his father had taught him no better.
The first thing I mentioned somehow makes me love him even more. It annoys me, gets such a rise out of me, that it’s somehow funny again. It gives me a spark and Kenji seemingly seems to enjoy seeing that spark. And him enjoying that spark makes me somehow happy as well. It would start with a cat fight and ended in rigorous laughter.
“Why so serious?”, he would sometimes ask when I’d respond with a glare towards him when he’d steal my bat for what felt like the fifty millionth time.
“You’re getting so creative. I barely saw it coming”, I answered dryly and one could practically see the words alternating between being written in small and big letters.
“Well then you should have no problem finding your sweet baby bat then”, he cooed. Looking deep into his dark brown eyes and almost devilish handsome grin made me both want to punch and kiss him, which may have made me irritable and even madder.
“Finding? Why should I find anything if I have a living and breathing treasure map. Come here!”, I demanded with a creepily sweet grin as I’d walk towards him. Then he’d run, I’d run, we wrestled for a second on the ground only to break into a laughing fit, rolling on the floor, crying tears, resolving this nonsense prank and then getting back to either relaxing or fighting off Dinosaurs… again.
I didn’t think, however, that anything could happen between Kenji and me.
For many a reason, though only two are essential: For one, we were busy surviving, one barely had time to get downtime with the group, yet alone for themselves. Secondly, I didn’t really know, or couldn’t really tell, if he felt the same. Maybe it was my own insecurities coming to light or something, but I just couldn’t really believe it.
Seemed unlikely.
But then things happened.
Kenji and I were on the run from an especially nasty, big Dinosaur. We had been collecting some water in big canisters and wanted to head back to camp when it sneak attacked, unexpectedly.
It snared at us, opening its huge mouth, showing a row of thin, long, sharp teeth.
“Fuck off, you tooth pick mouthed asshole!”, I hissed back at it, flailing my bat at it in panic.
The reason for my irrational action was mainly, that we were stuck between two huge rocks, backed up against another rock with no way out.
Maybe hills or mini-mountain were a better description, but it’s also not important.
All that I could think of was that we were stuck and that little fucker wanted to eat us.
“Calm down, y/n, this isn’t making anything better!”, Kenji tried to reason with me. I was close to shouting some obscenities at him or a dry ‘got a better idea, genius!?’, but this time his dark brown eyes, that often had a mischievous twinkle, calmed me, instead of creating the usual spark. I crawled closer to him as we were pressed to the stone wall.
The Dino however wouldn’t give up. Vehemently, it pressed its ugly snout between the walls, stretching its uncomfortably wet tongue towards us and exhaling a nauseating breath.
I was paralyzed, as I looked at that thing, not knowing what would happen next.
Suddenly, I felt my bat being taken out of my hand. I watched as Kenji took on a fighter stance, the bat positioned over his head, ready for the hit.
“What are you doing! Didn’t you just tell me that we should calm it?”, I asked. He turned around, a frown adorned his face, “I said you should calm down”, is all he answered before he darted towards the animal.
“NO!”, I heard myself scream. I had never heard such a sound come from my throat. It was shrill, loud and all in all I couldn’t recognize myself. I was terrified, even more than when I first caught sight of this beast that had brought us into this situation.
Everything seemed to pass by in slow motion as I saw Kenji swing the bat towards its snout. At first I thought it was over for him as the Dinos mouth opened, the teeth seeming to scrape Kenji’s head, that’s how close it was to him… but then I saw Kenji swinging the bat again, directly hitting its head so that it flew against the stone wall. The beast wailed in pain, seemingly backing up, and just like that, it was gone.
“I… I made it”, Kenji first whispered, before he laughed, repeating, “I made it!”, even louder, jumping into the air and forming a victory fistbump in the air.
“That was awesome! Did you see how- Y/N?”, Kenji’s joy subsided as he looked into my angered expression. With a swift motion I took my bat back, glaring at him as I pressed out, between gritted teeth “let’s just go, hero”
Kenji seemed to have caught the sarcastic undertone of me calling him a hero, because I could physically feel his mood shift closer to mine, “hey what’s with that attitude? I just saved our lives!”
“By doing what I also wanted to do. Great!”
“You were panicking! I don’t know if you would’ve gotten a good hit by panicking. Besides, I couldn’t risk you getting hurt!”, he explained.
For a second I could feel my heart flutter, but that didn’t help my opinion on what just happened.
“But you were ready to risk yourself?”, I asked, my tone bitter.
“Why are you so mad?”, he asked, “we are safe, what more could you want?”,
“I-“, I stopped in my tracks, thinking. Yeah: What was I so mad about? He was right, I had panicked. Panic never helps with concentration and right decision making. I found it impressive, that he had the courage and the focus to fight the Dino off. But I just couldn’t fight off the thought of it going wrong. What if he would’ve been eaten?
“What-“, I wanted to repeat what I had been thinking, but could feel a hiccup, breaking the tear flood inside me. No- I was not going to cry. I took a deep breath, looking directly into his confused visage, “- what if it would’ve gone wrong, I’m just… I- I wouldn’t have known what to do without you. I can’t imagine being without you anymore”.
I saw and heard him gasp, his glance unfreezing from his confused state.
“I didn’t realize I was that important to you”, he answered.
I chuckled, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, “everyone is important to me from the group, I wouldn’t have liked any of them to risk their lives for me but- but especially not you. I- I can’t believe I’m going to say this - I had vowed to take this to my grave ya know-“
“- Get to the point”, Kenji urged me.( I wasn’t looking at him, but he later told me he had smiled whilst saying it, I however thought he was getting annoyed and was almost too scared to continue. Stupid how that sometimes works)
“- I, eh- I’m in love with you I think. Or at least I definitely feel very strongly for you”, I confessed, “there! Now you have something to use against me. Finally got something you can laugh at again on this miserable Isla-mpf”, my self deprecating monologue was interrupted by soft lips catching mine. It almost took my breath away, but then I leaned in, still not believing this was happening, though it definitely was.
“I’m not going to laugh, I love you too. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to risk everything if I didn’t”
“That’s cheesy, but I appreciate the honesty”, I said, wearing my usual shit eating grin as I regained confidence back.
“Oh look who's talking now”
“Oh shut it!”, I laughed and just like that, I found myself kissing him again.
“And here I thought I had to worry, but you two just ran away to make out”, I suddenly heard Darius in the background, half serious, half amused by the moment he found us in.
I quickly broke away from Kenji, grinning sheepishly, “You know how it is Darius: You get chased by a Dino, and then you need a kiss to make the boo boo go away… just so happens I got a bit of a chap on my lips, and Kenji wanted to make it real good again”, I explained, earning a silent chuckle from Kenji.
Darius rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hold back a smile either, “let’s get you love birds home”
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And so things happened. Did we have much time to enjoy us being a couple? Not really.
Did more things happen, making everything crazier and tougher?
Did the rift between Darius and Kenji make me anxious as I was sitting by Kenji’s side, as he, with an expression that was too serious for my liking, drove the yacht?
Absolutely.
But I know, that at least he’s by my side still, as am I, and we will make things happen so that we can finally be free from this place.
Hopefully, we’ll make it.
Depends on what the Dino on the yacht has to say about it...
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The problem with The Bad Batch is, it’s not TCW S8 as much as the showrunners and fans want it to be. It’s not a spiritual successor to Clone Wars. I ain’t even sure it’s a love letter to Clone Wars anymore.
Bad Batch is not Filoni’s show as much as Resistance is not his. I’m not shifting the blame for Filoni, I’m stating it’s unrealistic to expect the good stuff Filoni brought to Clone Wars to be continued in Bad Batch.
The technical crew stayed: Animation Director Keith Kellog, Cinematography Supervisor Joel Aron, Music by Kevin Kiner and Sound design by Matthew Wood, CGCG still doing the grunt work.
But the software is an entire different group of people. Producers Jennifer Corbett and Brad Rau hasn’t even worked on Clone Wars, at all. Not in the original run for 12 years, not even for two years on Season 7. Now would you trust somebody like that to make a faithful Season 8? In a period as rush as a year with the mouse executives pushing? Of course they are diehard fans of the show. But any fan would come with their predisposition and preference, instead of an adherence to canon. And I quote, Corbett is picking cameos to “serve our characters' stories”
A show about clones couldn’t even get the nuance about clones right.
We’ve seen how they slide established characters for their protagonists, in Kanan and in the regular clones. There has been numerous commentary better-written than my limited knowledge. I watched the show, I watched them go back to Kamino, and suddenly the clones are bland as saliva? I don’t feel a tingle of emotion towards them, either compassion/pity towards their supposed brainwashing or dissatisfaction that the script isn’t fair. In a show about clones, it doesn’t nearly make me care about the clones half as much as it did in a show about the Jedi. They feel like pawns, they don’t have agency, which makes you question why then would the Empire swap out these half-machines?
Watching, I keep diverting to the technical details of it. The plot is so predictable. I’ve seen too little of it to call it boring yet. However, the connection to Force-sensitive clones via Omega is so plain, plus the writer’s background in the sequel era - well, I’m just tired of EVERY post-EP 9 media picking up its slack.
Omega. Omega herself, has promises - I mean before the trailer. It’s just - disappointing they didn’t make her more than a plot device. It’s moot to ridicule the Mouse’s cowardice of not making her trans/non-binary for me, since I’m sure it’d’ve been token and unaddressed anyway. Even with more traditional stereotypes like “hunk with a soft heart”, it’s not like they dare to stride. (I was thinking of Wrecker when I wrote that trope but eh, it fits Hunter too huh?) Omega is so obviously a Baby Yoda I’m not even sure we want to see it again.
Admittedly the whitewashing already didn’t impact me, a monoethnical-society-raised person, as much, but even I can tell things are wrong. It’s just leave a sour taste. I’m dead inside watching this and eagerly trying to excite myself by turning off my brain.
The nice thing I can say about it, is we get to see more of neurodivergent Echo.
I do want to like this show but I’m lukewarm about it at best. It is a surge of delight for that 30 minute but it doesn’t enhance me as a person. And I’m in such a frustrated headspace right now this piece definitely came less positive than I intend.
The things I want from a clone-centric post-order 66 show would’ve been the struggles and impacts on these regular clones, who strove so hard to establish their individuality. What are their ideologies and how do they clash? They almost went there with Crosshair. I think it’d be more interesting if he actually turned. But what do you expect? It’s a kid’s show!
I never liked saying that, or hearing people twist the meaning out of “kid’s show” But this? It’s a show enjoyable to a 30-year-old manchild. I’ll still sit down 30 minutes a week to watch it, for Echo, for the planets and effects. The best commentary I heard about art, the worst comment to receive, is you have technique.
#the bad batch#sw negativity#tcw reviews#myechoes#this is a. thesis statement sth.#this is essentially just a much milder case of mando s2 for me *sigh*#i still haven't seen it the second time yet
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SOCIAL MEDIA AU MASTERLIST
HAIKYUU!! MASTERLIST
TODOROKI SHOUTO
i. animal instincts
with your shapeshifting quirk, you take on the duty of becoming the resident undercover therapy cat for class 1-a. one day, you see todoroki restless in the middle of the night and try to comfort him in cat form. but what happens when he confides in you his feelings you weren’t meant to hear?
ii. into your arms
you’re prone to tripping and todoroki is prone to being there to catch you. or, in which you’re a bit of a klutz and, for a reason he can’t explain, shouto wants to make sure you never get hurt.
iii. an otome addiction
you become obsessed with the characters in the otome game, mystic messenger, and your boyfriend todoroki gets a little bit jealous.
iv. strawberry scented dreams
the 3 times todoroki falls asleep on you + the 1 time you fall asleep on him. shouto is always sleepy and needs some rest, and your shoulder just happens to be the comfiest place to get it.
v. can you keep a secret?
you and shouto are secretly dating and none of your classmates know. during a study session in todoroki’s dorm, kaminari, sero, and midoriya find your lacy thong under shouto’s desk and try to figure out whose it is.
vi. frosting fights
midoriya has been feeling sad lately, so you and todoroki (try to) bake him a cake in the middle of the night.
vii. the panty thief
modern au. “my cat steals underwear and i come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.” in which todoroki is a new cat parent and you’re his new neighbor whose panties keep disappearing.
viii. overheated
it’s super hot out and you feel like you’re dizzy and about to faint. todoroki is there to cool you off with his right side.
ix. jealousy for dummies
jealous of all the time shouto has been spending with yaoyorozu, you hatch up a plan with bakugou to give todoroki a taste of his own medicine.
x. ghostwriter masterlist [smau]
college au. you’re an aspiring writer with a longtime crush on the ghost hunter on campus, todoroki shouto. when you two are paired up for a semester-long journalism project, you come up with the perfect, foolproof plan to get him to fall for you.
xi. hearts intertwined
roommate au. you and todoroki have been roommates for months now but have barely had more than a two minute conversation. when quarantine hits and everyone is on lockdown, you find yourself forced to spend more time with him and actually end up…enjoying it?
xii. fictional crush
class 1-a has an avatar: the last airbender marathon and you can’t help but swoon over your fictional crush, prince zuko, leaving todoroki feeling a little jealous.
xiii. letters of my love [smau]
tatbilb au. you and your friends mail out your past love letters because you want to see your old crushes’ reactions. on accident, you mail your current crush’s letter. to make it seem like your crush on bakugou is gone, you fake date another letter recipient, todoroki shouto.
xiv. eat the rich [series]
ceo/barista au. todoroki shouto was a wealthy, young ceo who inherited his father’s enterprise. you were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. one day, shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. to your surprise and complete pleasure: it was not.
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
i. one hell of a knockout
boxer au. bakugou is a young pro boxer climbing his way to the top of the charts. one day, his friends kirishima and ashido invite you to a match. unbeknownst to you, you end up accidentally distracting katsuki during a fight and he gets a punch landed on his face.
ii. take you out
you ask bakugou out on a picnic date to the park, but he thinks you’re challenging him to a fight. you can’t tell who is more confused when the day finally comes.
iii. kitty kisses
your boyfriend and your cat don’t get along. bakugou keeps trying to come up with different ways to get your cat to finally warm up to him. (or, in which katsuki spends 3 hours baking treats for a tsundere cat.)
iv. “you’re hot when you’re angry”
you and bakugou get into a disagreement, you get pinned underneath him, and he smirks and realizes just how hot you are when you’re pissed.
v. a soothing touch
pro hero au. katsuki is sore and stressed from a long day at work but is too stubborn to let you give him a massage.
vi. “she’s my wife”
pro hero au. when bakugou forgets his lunch in the refrigerator, you decide to deliver it to him at his agency. but when you’re there, the new receptionist calls you a bitch. bakugou responds appropriately.
vii. cold shoulder
pro hero au. whenever you and bakugou get into a disagreement, he blasts the air conditioner until you have no choice but to ask him to cuddle.
viii. the appreciation post
pro hero au. one of the responsibilities of being a pro hero in this day and age is having a social media presence. you tag bakugou in an appreciation post while he’s out in public and he gets embarrassed in the best way possible.
ix. slip of the tongue
pro hero au. during a charity interview with the top three heroes, deku and shouto “accidentally” give away ground zero’s crush on you. you’re asked about bakugou in an interview of your own and, during a fit of excitement, accidentally let your crush on him slip.
x. the jealous type | fanart
class 1-a has a game night in the common room. bakugou sees you and todoroki getting too close for comfort and can’t stop himself from getting jealous.
xi. a forgotten anniversary
pro hero au. it yours and bakugou’s one year anniversary, but he’s so busy with hero work that he forgets. you’re hurt and upset, but katsuki may have a few tricks up his sleeve…
xii. shirt on, bra off
aged up au. bakugou sees you take off your bra, one-handed, and he can’t help but be in a bit of awe.
xiii. bear hugs
you see your childhood friend, bakugou, for the first time in years and you greet him with a giant bear hug...only to find yourself in the nurse’s office right after.
xiv. call me b-a-b-y
bakugou absolutely hates when you call him pet names. he hates the smile on your face when you say it, hates the way he can’t stop blushing-- he hates it. right?
xv. fever talk | fanart
pro hero au. “side effects may include: light-headedness, disorientation, and accidental confessions of love.” you help nurse a fever-ridden ground zero back to health, but little did you know it should have come with a warning.
xvi. the language of flowers
you decide to make the most of your nature quirk by giving your crush, bakugou, endless bouquets of flowers.
xvii. fact or fiction? [18+]
pro hero au. ground zero’s crush on you has become painfully obvious to everyone, leading to an incessant amount of shipping. one day, he gets himself off to one of the many lewd stories about the two of you and you find out.
xviii. paparazzi
pro hero au. you and ground zero go on your first date as a public couple and the paparazzi won’t stop harassing the two of you. bakugou decides to take you to his house to cook for you and things begin to heat up in the kitchen.
xix. number neighbor masterlist [smau]
college au. in which bakugou katsuki is a grumpy and sarcastic college student just trying to get his degree and you are his bubbly number neighbor who is determined to become his new “bestie.”
xx. all that ass [nn scenario] | fanart
a number neighbor bonus fic. one night at the gym, you see a handsome guy with so much ass, you take a picture on the sly and send it to your number neighbor, bakugou, to freak out over. but what you don’t expect is for bakugou to reply with a picture of you from the same gym.
xxi. honey, honey
pro hero au. ground zero, deku, and shouto are scheduled to have a meet-and-greet at a primary school to boost their rankings. there, bakugou unexpectedly meets a kindergarten teacher with a sweet smile who likes to call people honey.
xxii. under my patrol
pro hero au. after seeing your boyfriend cheat on you on a night you were supposed to be on a date, you mope alone at a bar. stumbling home, you crash into the famous hero, ground zero.
xxiii. found a treasure
modern au. “it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.”
xxiv. mistletoe kiss
holiday au. after a few weeks of dating, you and katsuki still haven’t kissed. you hope that will change under the mistletoe this holiday season.
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
i. the pizza delivery guy
modern au. your roommate orders a pizza with the special instructions, “send your cutest delivery boy ;)” and you’re left in begrudging awe when it actually works.
SHINSOU HITOSHI
i. you suck at gaming masterlist [smau]
youtuber au. you’re a youtuber known for your chaotic yet wholesome content and shinsou is a gamer who keeps getting accused of being an eboy. one day you upload a video trying your hand at gaming and shinsou tweets out about how much you suck.
ii. borrowed sweaters, stolen kisses
aged up. in a game of truth or dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. it just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was shinsou’s favorite sweater.
iii. turn on your airdrop masterlist [smau]
modern au. you’re at a theme park when kaminari dares you to airdrop memes to the first device that pops up and reluctantly, you give in. but never would you have thought they’d send you memes back… nor could you have guessed the person you were feeling a meme-connection with was your first love and first heartbreak, shinsou hitoshi.
iv. maybe it’s fate [toya pt. 25]
a turn on your airdrop written chapter. after discovering the mememate you fell in love with was your ex-boyfriend who broke your heart, you find yourself alone in a bar with a dead phone in a poor attempt to cope. the person who helps you at 3 a.m. is the last person you want to see.
KAMINARI DENKI
i. play me a song [smau]
youtube/celeb au. you’re an actress and singer who is highly adored by youtuber, kaminari denki. after his endless simping and thirsting on twitter, you finally decide to reply to one of his tweets.
TODODEKU
i. pinky promise
a quirk sends todoroki back in time and there he sees a four year old midoriya crying in the park. what better way to cheer him up than with some strawberry ice cream?
HEADCANONS
HC: bakugou meets his s/o’s unsupportive parents
HC: pro hero shouto meets his quirkless s/o working at a hospital
HC: todoroki absolutely does not get along with his s/o’s male best friend
HC: shouto takes care of sore s/o
HC: bakugo + kirishima get a surprise kiss from s/o
HC: todoroki and s/o bake brownies and things get a little messy
HC: todoroki and s/o go to hanami (flower viewing)
HC: s/o peppers kisses all over todoroki’s face + he turns bright red
HC: todoroki and s/o have your first date at the aquarium
HC: iida + midoriya + todoroki react to their s/o whose nose twitches when cold/concentrated
HC: sleep deprived s/o with todoroki + bakugou
HC: getting high with kirishima + bakugou + todoroki [18+]
HC: baku + kiri + todo react to s/o being catcalled
HC: you’re harassed by a stranger and, to make them stop, you grab your friend [shouto + katsuki] and give him a kiss to prove he’s your boyfriend
HC: boyfriend!denki headcanons
HC: how baku + todo + kami kiss their s/o and what they taste like
HC: bakugou + todoroki cuddling headcanons
HC: bakugou + todoroki react to their s/o squeezing their butt
HC: bakugou + todoroki find their crushes diary and accidentally read it
HC: bnha as fuckboys (kami + todo + kiri + shin)
HC: autumn with todo + baku + kiri
HC: valentine’s day with baku + todo + shin
HC: shin + todo + baku replying to flirty anons
FAKE TEXTS
FT: prank texts on your crush todoroki
#masterlist#bnha fanfiction#bnha x reader#todoroki x reader#bakugou x reader#midoriya x todoroki#myherowritings#todoroki shouto#todoroki shouto x reader#x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bnha imagines
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I guess it changes your perspective significantly when you’ve been around certain things your whole life and have a graduate degree in information literacy, have a criminology background and have seen women who’ve just been raped, beaten, and tortured (and looked into the rapist’s/killer’s eyes), and people lying dead on the side of the road. Meth/drugs, child abuse, you name it. Friends of mine have been sexually assaulted and raped. I’ve watched nice guys start doping and watched as those small town boys I grew up with held up gas stations and tried to rob them because they were so out of their minds. I’ve stood by my uncle’s bedside when he’d been shot by a guy the media had dubbed “unarmed” and held my grandfather’s hand as I listened to others talk about the lives he’d saved in the midst of a mass shooter, read the letters of former career criminals whose lives he’d turned around because he’d given them tough love and a second chance when they shaped up. My mother was stalked. Cops held me while I cried after we were in a bad car accident. They put up with shit you don’t even know about and that too many people are too entitled and arrogant to ever even comprehend.
You go pull that dead baby out of a hot car because its mother overdosed or took her own life while in it. You watch animals leap from the tops of their cars and stomp on another man’s head. You watch as your wives and daughters are raped by thugs who think they’re above the law or take a victim stance because they’re “oppressed.” You solve the murder cases with all your knowledge and resources. You catch the guys who broke in and robbed you blind. You stop the guy who’s slipped something into your sister’s drink and had his way with her. I dare you to go “protest” when she’s on the ground and shaking. Just say no to drugs while you’re at it--that’ll stop them all. Don’t even get me started on calls involving children or animal welfare.
Come stand beside me for that matter, when at twenty years old I’m shuffling through files where a psychopath butchered a hooker he hired on Craigslist. Her body’s cut to hell and she’s dead, and when he tried to fuck her corpse he couldn’t get off and that angered him even more. There was no remorse. It was so matter-of-fact with him. He’d smashed his pet with the same weapon days before and they hadn’t gotten there in time before he’d taken her life. So the woman lived a life of crime too, but who seeks what justice they can for her? Who delivers the news to what family or friends she has? While you’re at it, go find the killer and try to take him down while he’s waving what he butchered her with in the air.
Is that a little too coarse for you? Because I have news for you: it’s all reality, and there’s a reason some of us can talk about it so easily. It’s like talking about any other day at work. Your office and assignments just look a little different.
You’re not even aware of how they work with and within these communities, and how many lives they save or improve. You’re not aware of how much they let slide where they wouldn’t elsewhere just so they can catch the bigger fish or the more dangerous criminal with what limited resources they have.
But silly me. I should’ve done the Correct thing and checked CNN or MSNBC for details.
In all seriousness, I will not be replying to hate, ignorance, and cowardice. Either suck it up and get some damn perspective or unfollow me. This is a free-thinking platform, will remain apolitical, and none of your Brownshirt bullshit belongs here.
To be frank, if some of you get your way and there are no police left, there will be nobody to protect you from everyone you’ve wronged and the communities you’ve ruined.
And I don’t think you have the slightest inkling of how pissed they all are.
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○ the moon loop ●
i don’t know how you feel, but this time around, entering a new year didn’t feel so grand. usually it’s loaded with the regular nye stress and the anxious reflections as we count the years... but this time around, it was different
in 2020, amongst the madness of the human world, i was given the chance to experience time differently. the disruption of everyday life, combined with the final loss of faith in urban civilisation, made me look elsewhere. spring was approaching and as the structures around my life all dissolved, i was given space to watch the birds lay their nests in my garden. while I spent 2 months quarantining alone, the moon became a reassuring presence in the sky, and suddenly, her rotation became my only notion of time.
since then I have been living with her looping around me, checking in on me, reminding me that everything is cyclical, and what matters is to stay present, every day is a movement, every moonth is a passage - a closing and a new opening. the seasons hold emotional wisdom. great moves occur in the sky, they pass through me.
I celebrated the new year on the winter solstice, quietly - alone - innerly. I wanna be nature.
“true cowboys got em innate desire for truth, like a consistent desire to understand, and always expand that understanding, overcoming that fear of loss, overcoming that false idea of constant gain, undergoing regular micro deaths, and therefore never stop growing, keep riding, keep traveling. and tell u what! like this you ain't ever gonna grow old - screw that idea of linear time! we keep rotating round the sun, and as long as that sun keeps rising, we'll be rising too. that's all I know bout time. course, ppl can ignore the sunrise, choose to stay asleep and not to rise. guess that’s what this world calls freedom these days, the freedom not to wake up but stay asleep instead... but in that sleepwalking ignorance, they’ll never come into their own power, so they’ll never be free. freedom ey - maybe most ppl don’t want it? they find it scary, and truth be told - I find it scary too, but seems like my desire for it is stronger than my fear of it... and I wouldn’t dare call myself a cowboy otherwise, know what I’m sayin?”
the cowboy had since long been with me, but only in the quarantine did he finally show himself, as he got manifested through “the letters of a young cowboy” - the first part of my under cover love-booklet
in june 2020 i began releasing music in coherence with the full moons. my desire was to reunite the idea of “releasing” to its initial meaning - to let go. because this is what i need - i need to let go constantly - because I am constantly changing since the world is constantly shifting. i realised that i had been waiting, without knowing what i was waiting for, and i felt the moon and the nature around respond something like “hey - you’re only waiting on yourself. the world is alive, it always was, and it always will be”.
in august i also started sending out greetings every full and new moon to the ppl who wanted to join me in the lunar loop (i.e. signed up to the moon mailing list). it has been really lovely to be able to connect with ppl from near and far, in perhaps a more direct way than many social media, and connect it all around the moon feels like returning to the present moment, aka eternity, while it also connects us universally - humans - animals - plants - water - in the end, everything is moving together.
if you want a glimpse of the moon mails >> click here
(ya can join anytime of course)
i wanna send my gratitude to anyone out there looping, whether inside or outside, silently or outspokenly - i’m happy to be riding with y’all
now and forever
peace yo
xxx
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a love letter to hoshiai no sora
the other morning i sat down and watched this again. i went back to akane kazuki’s interview (pls read it if you haven’t yet! i reference it a bit) that i keep in the corner of my likes. my heart is still tender and i thought, why not heal it by spilling my feelings all over the place
the first week of anime fall season 2019, i saw this title and wondered why i’ve never heard of it. no one i knew talked about it. “sports” said the genre. it didn’t look very sport-ish. i watched it, i loved it instantly. i both anticipated and feared (as many fans would know) the next ep, and the next, and next.
honestly it feels like i'm watching a documentary. each frame is a captured soft, raw moment of life. the soft color palette and raw lines. softhearted middle-school boys with raw feelings. a “human drama,” carefully animated. it gives me the same feelings of calmness, delicacy and heartache that i only really get from ghibli movies, and maybe violet evergarden.
we call hoshiai no sora fresh and different because i think nowadays anime is kinda over-saturated: flashy, constantly moving, deliberately appealing to the masses. about half of releases are adaptions, made to become even more popular. everything sorta feels recycled and, dare i say it, a little soulless in this world where toxicity thrives in the corners of media.
but this defies all that. akane kazuki really said “hey, let’s not make something purely driven by sales and capitalism” (he actually didn’t, but that’s the gist of it). i love how everything is shown as is, laid bare, in such a seamlessly natural way. everyone commends how all the issues (lgbtq+ representation, abuse, etc) are portrayed well/realistically and i agree!
yet it’s also a little sad that it even needed to be celebrated. not that it doesn’t deserve it, but even with media in general, this should be the norm, not an exception. but we’re learning, everyone else is learning, and hoshiai no sora deserves all its praise for being one of the few that took that step.
now, a little personal but this is the main reason why i treasure this show so much:
growing up, my own parents tried to dictate most of my lifestyle to keep me studying at home as much as possible. while not to the extent of nao’s situation, it’s similar, so much that it hurt. the silence at the dining table during meals. the lies. the ignored calls and texts when i told them i was out for “school stuff.” i used to think that i just didn't know better and shouldn't complain.
i nearly sobbed when i read what akane kazuki said in the interview: “you’re not at fault for anything; you don’t have to blame yourselves.” i wish i had this anime as a kid, i wish i had someone to tell me this back then. i wish i had nao’s courage to be better or even to ask my parents “aren’t you hurting me?”
i’m glad that the children and teens (and even adults) of now do have this. they can watch this and be aware. they can see the soft tennis team’s struggle and see that it’s okay not to always win. see all these boys, their circumstances, their struggles and pain and joy, their choices. see that other things just aren't okay, their consequences. understand it. maybe learn from it.
this show is meant to inspire. not just viewers, but future creators who’ll be taking over the industry. it would be amazing if in the future we get more anime like hoshiai no sora, with bolder riveting storytelling, but first, i really hope that the staff will be able to finish this!
it was something really special, and it deserved so much better for what it’s trying to do
#i thought i'd be over this#nope#i don't think i ever will be#hoshiai no sora#stars align#星合の空#x#it ended up a bit long oops#anyway this is more jumbled thoughts than a review per se#maybe im being too poetic about it lol#i just have Feelings ok#probably littered with typos i'll fix them in the morning
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jeon jeongguk . cis male . he/him ／ graeme bae just pulled up by blasting dirty little secret by all american rejects --- that song is so them ! you know , for a twenty three year old actor , i’ve heard they’re really gullible , but that they make up for it by being so tenacious . if i had to choose three things to describe them , i’d probably say tousled hair , triple dog dares and a closet full of black . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !
hello ! i’m deni ( she/her pronouns , gmt+9 timezone ) . i’m best reached on discord at gayfairy#6371 for plotting . below the cut is ... a ridiculous amount of keyboard smashing but it was a holiday and i was feeling inspired so !! i included a few TLDRs for some quick scanning . there’s also some plots at the bottom i’d LOVE to see . looking forward to writing with you all !
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you could say he was destined for the spotlight .
an only child , he grew up watching his parents performances on the stage , accepting their kisses and gentle smiles before they set off for tours around the country and left him with his cousins . sure , they were absent --- but they tried --- and graeme knew he wanted to be just like them . when his parents delighted in his little home-staged sets he presented , they quickly enrolled him in acting classes and coached him through first auditions , even moved back to korea when it was clear some american roles wanted to confine him to one note . after gaining exposure , graeme shared the screen with one of the biggest names in the american industry in a dramatic hit that led to some ridiculous fanmail being sent to him as a kid , then excitedly landed a role in a revamped science fiction film he was stoked af abouy !!! unfortunately , the film was met with an absolute brutal blowback from fans , some of that hot , petty anger taken out on graeme , and at thirteen years old , his parents made the decision for him to step back and focus on school . ( he still holds onto those spiteful letters------ all that hate from grown ass adults thrown at a child )
performing arts high school , but graeme stayed away from the public stage for a bit . worked on some sets as a tech to get a better idea of the film making process . kept a low profile occasionally caught by curious paparazzi at a basketball court or baseball game . recognizable , but not to the point where he couldn’t be seminormal . there were a few bumps in the road :: leaked photos of a beer at a high school party , couple of fake friends sliding in for clout , people pushing questions like when are you returning ?? how does it feel to ruin one of the most important films of all time ??? shitty . but , with the help of his parents , friends and coaches , graeme returned to student films to grow more comfortable in front of a camera . his official comeback was in the background of a friend's directorial debut , a lady-love drama critics salivated over but failed to earn is’ nominations . still , graeme’s name was back and out there . jumping headfirst into the thing that scares him , graeme’s slated for teen flicks , romantic dramas , action films . a diverse portfolio . people love a comeback . ------as if there was something wrong with what he did before .
TLDR. former international child star who took a break after experiencing a massive fan-driven backlash . pseudo retired , did the performing arts school thing . popped back on the screen about a year ago and working his ass off since . early career inspiration : jake lloyd , natalie portman , yeo jingoo
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suddenly getting all this praise and earning cash , living on his own in a sprawling city of work and sin . hasn’t stop busting his ass , no , but maybe he’s found outlets for all his stress in . . . less than healthy outlets . some of the headlines are way off the mark , some a little too close to home . either way , it’s not something his parents or his management company are thrilled about ( doesn’t he want to be taken seriously as an actor , they say ) and he does . of course he does . but what else does he have to sacrifice to be taken seriously ? and how serious does any twenty-something year old wanna get ?
late hours on dance floors , strips of things he doesn’t know the name of on his tongue , lips on any pretty , wanting pair he can find . he’s young , virile and at the top of his game . who can blame him ? it starts with a string of tabloid images , a rumpled and sleepy-eyed graeme leaving apartments that aren’t his in clothes he was spotted in the night before . zoomed-in , fan-cropped photos on twitter of hickeys and swollen mouths and unbuttoned shirts . america’s sweetheart ? maybe , but clearly not around the clock . him , scaling rails of hotels and dancing on top of cars . grabbing mics at clubs and taking over DJ boots at parties . twitter explodes when he moonwalks through the airport one time and baristas trend his insane coffee orders .
and even though he’s got his own name --- and a variety of different spellings , hashtags , and whatevers --- blacklisted on social media , every now and then he’ll run along a stream of grueling comments , petty nitpicks about his performances , his looks , his voice , his goddamn smile and it’s----- it’s rough , even for someone who grew up in that environment . there’s days where he’ll hole up in his apartment and refuse to see anyone , refuse to leave . the guy in the interviews with the wide smile and sparkle eyes is so , so far away and people almost forget that he’s human , too . he pushes himself out of that mindset , sometimes with help , but it’s always a shadow on his back , waiting to catch him at his weakest .
TLDR. tabloids gossip about speculated hookups and strange behavior . potential alcohol abuse . pushback from management and parents . anxiety towards social media . current career inspiration : ansel elgort
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sporty as fuck —— basketball , soccer , skateboard , swimming , climbing . says he would’ve been an athlete if not for movies . fit as fuck despite a steady diet of ramen and pizza . claims to like horror movies the most , but he’s a total schmaltz snob . can hold a pretty tune well enough to pass . has a private twitter account for the memes , public accounts are all operated by a social media manager so he doesn’t have to read comments . watches college basketball championships religiously . has very strong opinions about scented candles . likes sugary drinks more than coffee but claims to be a connoisseur . loves biopics . punk and 2000s emo rock fan . gets anxious easily , suffers through interviews and avoids personal topics as best as he can . is rumored to be difficult to work with , but keeps to himself on sets save for a few opinions about blocking and lighting . pan as fuck and fairly open about it . mom and dad are chill , but don’t understand much of anything past bi . they get on to him more for his diet and job . when not on the court or working , spends free time rewatching anime in the safety of his bed in an threadbare pair of boxers , eating Doritos by the fistful and leaving his manager on read .
even his underwear is black . occasionally, he’ll change it up with a screen printed vintage t-shirt and wears whatever kind of fancy thing his stylist squeezes him into . otherwise wears by a black or white t-shirt , black pants and combat boots . seventy percent of his sneakers have sharpie drawings on them and he’s got a lot of holes in his ears and another in a place you’d be lucky ( or unlucky ) to see . loves dangy earrings and wearing his hair loose , a bit long with a mild perm . silver on his wrists and friendship bracelets from yesteryear but no rings . tattooed up ! recently collaborated to design a line of temporary tattoos . extensive collection of sunglasses . hit up a lot of music festivals in the past but that’s died down in recent months due to a busy schedule . swung his way into VIP passes before . he was a total Warped kid in the past , no shame . no longer does fan conventions because of a negative experience a few years back , and even fan meets are a little awkward , but he manages to push through . can’t drive worth a damn but he’ll kick your ass at any arcade game . occasionally , he’ll stream over twitch but that’s becoming less and less common . was banned from several dave & busters before he made it back on the screen . moody as fuck .
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so . bonds . there’s a best friend who may not have been there since the beginning , but they’ve been there when it matters . the friendship is new , fresh , and maybe graeme shouldn’t be as dependent on it as he is , but he can’t help it . clinging to them like crazy --- let’s hope it doesn’t fall to the wayside . ( ? / 1 ) there’s several of his idiot friends who , after being stranded on too many red carpets , a hundred hotel rooms , and hours of press junkets , have learned to survive by snapchatting each other random dares throughout the day . ( 1 / unlimited ) there’s a few childhood friends who , like him , grew up either in or close to the spotlight and they have this , like . . . support group kind of situation . i don’t know . graeme checks on them from time to time , even as they’ve grown apart . ( 2 / unlimited ) he’s got some partying buddies who may not have his best interest at heart --- who may or may not stop him when he’s slurred out and whining about twitter trolls . some gaming partners he teams up with over stream , but lately they’ve drifted apart .
it’s such a cliche that his management’s set him up for a fake dating situation . if graeme wants the dramatic , serious roles , then he needs to show he’s a mature and capable young man . how else to do that than jump headfirst into a few awkwardly orchestrated dates with another hotshot on the radar ? ( ? / 1 ) but they’re not serious . so , he hasn’t stopped hooking up , or thinking about a one night stand that totally rocked his world . ( ? / 5 ) and ( ? / 1 ) media and fans definitely know about a few of these . the jury’s out for how they feel about it . then there’s his competition , actors in the same demographic targeting the same roles . it’s a tough business and they know it , but the press picks up on all these weird quotes and posts that twist shit into beefs . what other misunderstanding will cause the casket to blow ? ( ? / unlimited ) there’s some co stars on old and upcoming films . people who see how hard he works and how much effort he puts into what’s seen on the screen . they tough out hard days on set and the press circuits during promotion . see him at his worst and best . ( ? / unlimited )
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Note to my 18 year old self.
I’m sure you’ve seen the myriad of iso challenges going round on all forms of social media. On insta the push-up challenge. On Facey the pick one album a day that influenced you for 10 days, the life is good 10 days of photos challenge, the pick a photo of you you love challenge or the iso baking challenge. On Tiktok the weird dance challenge. On Snapchat the iso is getting to me, better message my ex and see if I can fuck with their mind a little more because I just didn’t fuck them up quite enough already and I can’t turn down the chance to fuck with them some more challenge. Oh, that’s not a challenge? Just something they do for fun? My bad.
My point is there are challenges aplenty. And I’ve resolutely ignored every single one I’m tagged in. Because, like the majority of those “get to know your friends” quizzes we often see on Facebook, I simply cannot be fucked. Except one. The write a letter to 18 year old you which landed in my inbox this morning. But I’m doing it here instead, in the anonymity of my blog that only one friend from real life knows the name of and a handful of peeps on twitter who know my name may have seen it linked to.
I apologise though in advance- this might be kinda long. But brevity when it comes to writing is not my forte.
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Dear 18 year old A,
Firstly: you’re awesome. Just in case nobody told you today. Which I can pretty much guarantee they didn’t. And even if they had would you have believed them? No. Because your sense of self-worth was (is) tied up entirely in your weight.
Which isn’t surprising given you had an unhealthy relationship with food from around the time you entered puberty and suddenly you weren’t the skinny little thing you had been growing up (side note: you will have that unhealthy relationship forever so you should probably address that before you get to 40 and still refuse to eat in public on your own in case people think look at that bigger girl eating food, how dare she! Another side note: don’t actually book that Europe dream holiday for 2020. Write that year off completely because it’s going to be a shitshow).
When suddenly you put weight on you freaked and have pretty much been on a diet of some form ever since. Yes that’s right, for 28 years you will always have that unhealthy view of food and weight. Sometimes you’ll go days, even weeks with just eating the one meal- dinner because you couldn’t hide not eating that from your parents whereas you could pretend to eat breakfast or the lunch and snacks your mum packed for you. (You’ll do that even at 40.) Sometimes you’ll get depressed and sneak junk food into your room to eat at night and throw the empty wrappers over the back fence onto the pipeline. Sometimes you’ll make yourself throw up whatever you ate and sit on the floor of the toilet in tears. Sometimes you’ll find a middle road. But the food relationship was never, ever healthy and it will, in some form, define the rest of your life. If you get some perspective on that and change that view your life will be so different. But you won’t.
It wasn’t that you didn’t do any exercise either, you played a few sports and school holidays and weekends were spent outside riding your bikes, playing footy or basketball or splashing around in the pool with your friends. It was just your luck to be a bigger girl. (And even though there are time’s when you would get down to near a healthy weight something would happen and the weight would pile back on.)
I know people scoff at the notion of being bigger boned or that some people are just meant to have a little weight thing (though science does talk about the fact that some people are genetically predisposed to gaining weight easier than others) but you are the spitting image of your grandmother when she was your age and have the stocky build that your paternal side of the family often have. But
in all honesty no matter what you will try it won’t work. At least not permanently. Which is precisely why the fact that your self-worth was so tied up in your weight was an issue. And remains an issue.
It’s hardly shocking that this was the case though. You’d see the ideal of a perfect girls body on “Dolly” or “Girlfriend”, or on tv- there wasn’t the added pressure of social media which is something I am eternally grateful to in so many ways even now- and hate yourself.
You’d see your skinny friends having boyfriend after boyfriend while you didn’t. And when, in year 8 one guy asked you out you assumed it was some kind of dare. It wasn’t and you probably should have said yes but that’s in the past and is not a decision that would make a huge impact to your life.
You’ll suddenly be of age to go out drinking with your friends. However a couple of them will use you to drive every Friday night and you will do it because you can’t say no to your friends but you really should because it wasn’t fair. Just because you were the only one with a licence and car you could have found other ways there or simply refused since it meant you couldn’t have a single drop of alcohol whilst they got shitfaced. But on nights out- whether you were drinking or not- guaranteed you’d be one of the only ones without any male attention. Though, in the fairness and slight objectivity that hindsight can bring, this could have been due, in part, to the fact you’d hunch into yourself and hide in a corner because the one time you did get drunk and have a dance a group of guys pissed themselves laughing at the fat girl dancing. (And it wasn’t because you couldn’t dance- you actually do have decent Rythm and did dance growing up.) You should allow yourself to have more fun, you shouldn’t hide the corner because who knows what could have happened.
But promise me you won’t let that lack of self-worth lead to you missing out on some of the best experiences you could have! Say yes to that Europe backpacking holiday. Say yes when a guy asked you on a date rather than assuming there was some kind of dare involved or that they thought you would be easy because you were a bigger girl. Say yes to so much more.
Secondly: though you didn’t have the confidence to stand up for yourself and what you wanted then- and to some degree never will- you need to follow your heart. Despite your absolute love of the law from the time you read “To kill a mockingbird” when you studied literature and your time doing legal studies as an elective during your VCE you should study what you want to at uni. Yes you will always love the law but you shouldn’t let people pressure you into what to study at uni. It was a given you’d go to uni. But you should put social work as your first preference and law as your second preference.
Don’t let people talk you out of studying what you wanted to do because it didn’t pay well. Yes at 18 the idea of making good money was a drawcard but years down the track you will decide to go back to uni and finally get that social work degree to go with the legal ones and postgrad ones. Career wise this will work well as the justice system desperately needs social workers and your time working in the legal arena fostered a life long love of the law. But follow your dreams here. Because money isn’t the be all and end all. And, with the benefit of hindsight here, I can say you wouldn’t be in the position you are in at 40 now.
Thirdly: though there are some mistakes you needed to make- after all isn’t that how we learn?- there are others you didn’t need to make. Others that will make life unnecessarily hard on yourself. I can see now, so many years later, that many of these stem from your lack of self worth and self confidence due to your weight. For instance you need to not give people more chances than they deserve (in both friendships and relationships but more on that to come). Instead of giving them infinite chances decide on a three strikes and you’re out policy and this will honestly save you a lot of heartache I promise. It won’t save all, and it probably shouldn’t because it’s from heartache that you will learn and grow, but it’ll save a lot.
I promise you life is worth living. On those many occasions when you will cry yourself to sleep for nights on end and on those occasions when you half-heartedly try to kill yourself it won’t feel like that but it is. And when you first realise that there’s something wrong please, please don’t think it’s just you, that you are a fuckup, don’t suffer in silence. Tell someone. Be it your parents, one of your best friends, even your doctor. Because it will effect parts of your life for a long time and there are times that it didn’t need to had you got help.
You need to be less trusting and naive. Because not everyone has the same morals in life as you. But at the same time please don’t let the hurt make your heart hard. Because your big heart is one of the things that those who know you love about you. That’s right: your friends love you. The person you see in the mirror does not represent all of you. That won’t matter to them.
You need to follow your passions in life. Like work on those novels more, remain working in animal rescue, do those courses that you wanted to do like learning sign language, and philosophy.
Fourth: Don’t put off that travel. It’s literally the best thing you could do. It will allow you to find yourself, to discover more about the world, to gain new perspectives. Don’t wait until you are older and wiser. Also that travel fling? Do it.
Fifth: Not all friendships should be watered. But you will allow your friends to walk all over you because you are so desperate to keep everyone happy. Only: what about keeping yourself happy? You matter too. So when friends use you, when friends make you feel shitty about your life walk away. You’ll find that, as you get older, the true friends will be the ones who remain. They’re the ones worth it.
Which leads me to six: same goes for relationships. There will be men in your life that shouldn’t be there and there will be men who aren’t but should be. There will be a couple of men who will totally define your life. And not necessarily in a good way. Take J for instance. He’s your first big mistake and he will fuck up your view of men forever. That will lead to you not trusting that a man can be decent. And it will lead you to making bad choices when it comes to men. So if you could avoid sleeping with him you’d be a lot better off. Because he doesn’t care. And he lied to you all about being separated.
Please don’t let that lack of self worth that drive you into situations you deserve more from. But you will. For many years. After all your lack of self-confidence, self love and self worth will all contribute to this. Because you’ll think what have I got to offer, this is the best I’ll get because who’d want a bigger girl. You won’t realise it at the time, and it will take you another 22 years to do so, but you deserve good things in life and in love. And eventually will learn that being single is better than settling for less than you are worth. Know this too: sex does not equate happiness. I mean yes there’s a happy feeling after sex but it doesn’t mean they have any feelings for you. It just means sex. Don’t let yourself believe it means more or that would lead to heartache.
Finally: there are actually good things about you. I know you can’t see them now, I know you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, but there are. 40 year old you can see them. Though she would still have trouble admitting them because her self-confidence has not gotten to the levels where she can list good things about herself. But trust me: they’re there.
Don’t let the world get you down. There’s so much to see and experience. Just say yes!
40 year old A.
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Trump’s Comeuppance: A Short Story.
(This was just a quick story I came up with for a few friends of mine on Tumblr. It’s not perfect, but I hope you guys like it!)
Ariana made her way through the large crowd, a black cloak covering her face and most of her body so as to keep her identity secret. The Almighty had sent her on a special mission: to try and scare the orange one with a squirrel on his head (AKA Trump) and his followers into seeing the error of their ways. Ariana had accepted this mission with pleasure, and was merely waiting for the right time to strike.
She’d come to this rally because she knew it would be televised and thus she’d be able to reach many more people. She needed to make them see that they were anything but Christian, and that if they did not change their ways, they would soon be doomed to the Enemy’s domain. She sat down beside an overweight couple with sunburnt skin, both wearing MAGA hats and T-shirts that read “Trump 2020—Fuck Your Feelings!”
Honestly, why must these humans be so crass? she thought.
Trump was beginning his usual racist rhetoric. “Let’s face it folks, the media has been so dishonest and so corrupt. I’m not the one who divided this country, Obama did with his stupid policies.” The crowd roared, and the woman next to Ariana yelled “Fuck that n-gger!”
Misguided sheep, Ariana thought, her heart aching for them and how ignorant they were.
Trump continued, “No matter what the Supreme Court says, I am going to build this wall. The illegal immigrants keep taking jobs away from good, white, Christian people like all of you and me. They need to get sent back to where they came from; they are animals and they don’t belong in this great country! We are going to Make America Great Again! Who’s with me, folks?!” The crowd erupted in large cheers, one person yelling “Fuck those dirty beaners!” and a chant of “USA, USA, USA!” erupted.
Ariana was quickly becoming incensed, and began to make her way through the crowd. Most of them didn’t notice her coming through; they were too focused on their Supreme Leader. She made her way toward the stage, Trump still ranting on and on. “Muslims are now the majority. If we keep letting them in, they will outbreed us good Christian white folks. I am going to officially enact a total Muslim ban. Without it, Christianity is a lost—!”
“Lost? Not at all.” Ariana answered calmly as she deliberately made her way up to the stage. Though she spoke in a low tone, somehow all those nearby could hear her. “It has changed much, but it is very, very much alive.”
Trump looked confused. “Who the hell are you?” he asked. “I have been here the whole time, mortal. You were just too blinded by your own self love to notice me. God doesn’t hate Muslims, by the way. Different faiths are not mutually exclusive.”
She ascended the stage, slowly and deliberately making her way towards him. Trump began looking nervous. “What are you waiting for?!” he barked at the Secret Service Agents, “Grab her already! Get this bitch out of here!”
But the agents could make no move to stop her. “Sir, we can’t! Our feet are stuck to the floor! We can’t move at all!”
The crowd began to boo her, thinking because of her black cloak covering her, and unable to see her face, they assumed she was a Muslim. Ariana looked straight at him, her eyes glowing with anger. She began to speak in a calm but deadly whisper. “How dare you claim to serve Him. You have done nothing of the sort. You have destroyed lives and families to glorify yourself. How dare you!”
Trump was looking extremely scared now, toppling over, his bluster gone, his face going pale. “Who…Who are you?” he managed to stutter out.
Ariana narrowed her eyes. “I am the Angel of Truth.”
At this point, Ariana turned around to the crowd, whipped off her black cloak and her wings triumphantly emerged. “SIT DOWN! Proud, empty, hollow things that you are!” she roared at the crowd, rendering them speechless. Most sat down.
“My name is Ariana Hale, and I am an Angel of the Almighty God. You people have been chosen to reveal my existence to the world. I have come in order to help you see the light. Most of you mistakenly think that you serve God, when you are truly serving the Enemy. I truly cannot believe how ignorant some of you people are. You shut out the Kingdom of Heaven against man! You do not go in yourselves, nor do you let others enter! You bow before the letter of the law, yet violate the heart of the law! You are not Christians, you are all hypocrites!”
At this point, some of the crowd was beginning to look angry, though they dared not move for fear of sparking the angel’s wrath even more. Ariana looked out at all of them, trying to speak calmly.
“Yet even now, hope is not lost. Jesus once said ‘Whatever you do to the least of my brothers and sisters, you do to me.’ This act, this wall, this shutting out anyone who is different is not an acceptable sacrifice to God. Would it not be better to aid those who wrestle with the bonds of oppression? To feed the hungry? To aid the homeless? Then will the glory of God truly break forth for you! If anything, these immigrants are the ones God wants you to help most; because many of them have suffered through horrors you cannot even imagine. Tell me the truth; if you lived in a country ravaged by war and crime, and had a chance to escape to give your children a better life, would you not do it, even if it meant breaking a law or two?”
She paused for a moment. “I believe many of you genuinely wish to serve Him, but you cannot do it through hate. It’s not about making others hurt or “owning the libs”, whatever that means. You must work together with others if you want to get anywhere. Build bridges, not burn them. I truly wish none of you harm, but you must change your ways if you sincerely want to be accepted into the Kingdom of Heaven. Please, I am begging you: Open your hearts, and aid those who are different from you. Do not shut them out.”
She turned to look at Trump, who was still cowering on the floor. Inwardly, she wanted nothing more than to strangle him, but she knew God would not be happy if she did. “Heed my warning, Donald. You are in the most danger of all. If you keep going on this path you tread, you will have a one way ticket to the Enemy, and trust me, he comes up with quite creative punishments for people like you. I recall him doing something to Hitler that involved a French maid’s costume and a pineapple. I don’t know what, exactly, but I know it’s not pleasant, especially for all of eternity.
The best thing you can do is to aid the poor and the needy. You must sow love in this country, not discord. You are not above the law, nor above anyone else. No race or religion is superior to another. Love God, and love your neighbor as yourself. Treat others how you wish to be treated. The sooner you learn that, the closer you will truly be to God. There is a better, more efficient way than a wall and proclaiming yourself as a god.”
She started to walk away, before turning to the cameras and adding one last thing. “Oh, and one more thing: Don’t glorify Nazis or say they’re good people, He doesn’t like that.” With that, she was enveloped in a shining beam of light, and disappeared.
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I was just thinking of this and thought I'd share my thoughts on the situation.
A lot of times (and by that I mean a majority of the time) animated series aren’t deemed as valid as live action series. Our society has this idea that you can’t be attached or connect to an animated character, but those of us who love animation or work in it know that’s not true at all. Anytime you talk about a fictional character it can be taken two different ways.
Let’s consider a fictional character in a live action movie. For reasons let’s say “High School Musical” I was a big fan growing up of these movies. I loved Zac Efron. I had tons of things that said “I <3 Troy” and my mom would be like “That’s your boyfriend”
Around the same time, I also enjoyed Avatar: The Last Airbender. I’ll admit I had a bit of a crush on Sokka. But if I mentioned that at all I would be ridiculed because he’s ‘a cartoon’. I believe this speaks back to the whole ‘what’s on the inside’ argument. Sure, a character in a live action series has a human face, so people excuse anyone who dares find them attractive. But I'm not talking about appearances (though yes it can be a factor) You don't know what the actor or actress is really like in their personal life. You like the character. But for some reason its not okay for different forms of media. It’s as if people trick themselves into thinking the actor playing the character in a series is the character themselves and therefore its okay to have a connection. But the thing is, many things relate to why you feel the way you do towards these characters.
I have felt more times for animated characters than I have for live action characters. But it all comes down to the tone and story. Tone and Story and Development are KEY. To make this fair I will give examples from both live action and animation.
Scrubs has many moments this applies to, but none more so than Carla’s goodbye to Laverne in “My Long Goodbye”. The way she comes in to talk to her friend before she dies is so real, its hard not to empathize. Carla comes in, starting with a joke, trying to make this difficult moment just the slightest bit easier for herself, then she goes on to talk about her first day working at the hospital and all the times Laverne helped her over the years, and the line that always kills me, always makes me cry is when she says
“For the last 15 years you’ve been my role model, but most of all you’ve been my friend” and I shit you not I started crying just reading that line.Because a good story and relationship and character development MAKE YOU feel that connection.
Now let’s take a look at animation. Specifically “Your Lie in April” after Kaori passes, her parents give Kousei a note she wrote for him. It was a sweet letter, and it depicted all of her thoughts and feelings about their time together. She never cried once, she was happy. But because of all these moments you realize just how strong of a relationship the two had, and just how much it meant to her. The visuals in this scene depict Kaori speaking right to Kousei. As if she’s there with him. Asking him “Do you think, you’ll remember me a little from time to time?” In a joyous tone. But the impact of the situation is enough to move you to tears.
There are reasons why people get so attached to fictional characters, and that’s okay. If you can see yourself in the character, you can feel empathy, you can feel empowerment. You can find the strength you need from them, and you can learn from them.
This has been a long drawn out written blurb that was only supposed to be a sentence or two but I got carried away.
So when someone loves a character. There is a reason behind it. They don’t have to be real. if they are animated, its OK. Don’t call people out for something so minuscule. I have many characters, animated and not that I love. And I love them for different reasons. Recently I re-watched Danny Phantom and upon doing that I realized how much I love Danny, because of how well he is written. It makes him seem real, and the viewer can empathize with him. A sweet simple bright eyed boy who wants to be an astronaut, but is then tasked with saving people and being a hero because 'somebody has to', because no one else can or will. Classic comic book style tropes with realistic depictions of life as a teenager. Point being, the more you relate to your audience, the more memorable your character will be. The more beloved they will end up being.
Live Action, Animated, Comics, Books, characters are characters, but the impact they can make are very real.
TLDR: Keep your ‘It’s just a cartoon’ comments to yourself.
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Favorites : He Got Game (1998)
As a lifelong movie and basketball fan, it’s almost impossible to not be a huge fan of Spike Lee. His talent behind a camera is legendary, and matched only by his fervor and fanaticism for New York Knicks basketball. After a string of successful films throughout the mid 1980s and early 1990s, Lee, turned his narrative focus towards a series of personal projects that seemingly allowed him to work with actors he admired and to focus on stories he was passionate about. After releasing the semi-autobiographical Crooklyn, his next project was a basketball fans dream : the classic and iconic He Got Game.
Jake Shuttlesworth (Denzel Washington) is an inmate at Attica, estranged and separated from his son Jesus (Ray Allen) and his daughter Mary (Zelda Harris) after he accidentally killed his wife Martha (Lonette McKee). Jesus, with his senior year of high school nearing completion, is considered a top basketball prospect in the nation, with every college of note chomping at the bit to lock down his commitment. With Jesus feeling pressure from all sides, the sudden arrival of his father only serves to make his decision that much more difficult, as Jake has been given a surprise (and very questionable) release by Warden Marcel Wyatt (Ned Beatty) in hopes of getting Jesus to commit to Big State. If Jake is able to succeed, this would make the governor of New York very happy, which in turn may allow Jake to be released early and have a chance to reconnect with his family. WIth Jesus and Jake’s futures on the line, and a deadline rapidly approaching, pressure builds from all sides as all invested parties wait for Jesus to announce his decision.
There are no punches pulled in regards to Spike Lee and his feelings on how star basketball talent is manipulated and used for the betterment of a ‘system’, with the power and influence reaching higher than many people dare to admit. The premise presented in the film, as drastic and dramatic as it may seem, is not only something that could happen in reality, but probably tame in terms of other ways that people with money and power have tried to influence talented young men in their college decision making process. Lee really and truly immerses us in the world of a prospect’s tough choice, laying it on thick with the high school, media and college visit sequences to show the incredible amounts of pressure these young men face before they’ve even dribbled a basketball at the college level, and how easy it can be to make the wrong decision and lose it all.
Basketball, in this film, is also used as the narrative device to put the father/son dynamic under the microscope in regards to the black man and his obligations, despite his circumstances. While the story does stray a bit as Jake attempts to deny himself of the lustful influences and stay focused on his goal, it is a necessary part of the story, as the temptation of freedom plays heavy against a sense of duty to give his son a better opportunity in life, giving him a rare chance to benefit his family while incarcerated. Jesus faces his own temptations and manipulations, putting his ability to trust on red alert, and the shocking appearance of Jake (especially in light of his reasons for being in prison) only throws things into further doubt. Lee makes sure to take the time to focus on Jake and Mary’s relationship as well, further complicating Jake’s ability to reach his goal due to his sense of responsibility to both of his children.
He Got Game is, first and foremost, a proper love letter to basketball from one of its biggest and most notorious fans. The choice to juxtapose the music of Aaron Copland and Public Enemy for his score and soundtrack mirrors the rustic roots of basketball in parallel to its drastic evolution as kids from the inner-city pushed the game forward. Spike Lee pulls out all of the tools in his kit for this show... the basketball elements are enhanced with his use of different speeds, rhythmic cutting, and portrait-like shots direct to the camera to enhance personality elements... the dramatic elements are enhanced by big camera moves, Lee’s iconic floating dolly shot, and almost to a perfect degree, his ‘show while telling’ tool of cutaways to illustrate expositional story elements. Lee’s signature knack for including movie references is also in full force.
Denzel Washington makes the audience feel his sense of desperation, playing with the ‘back against the wall’ and ‘caged animal’ intangibles on full throttle, but not at the expense of the tender or true moments. Ray Allen is surprisingly solid as the lead in the film... although some of his deliveries are a bit dry, they can be chalked up to youthful nervousness of the character, as his key moments all hit the mark. Rosario Dawson brings the strong woman mentality to her role, but puts her manipulative elements just a step ahead. Jim Brown and Joseph Lyle play the pressure points for Washington, always looming in the shadows. Bill Nunn, Zelda Harris, Hill Harper and Michele Shay play their familial roles well, with Nunn being the only one attempting to take advantage. Thomas Jefferson Byrd and Milla Jovovich slightly derail the momentum of the narrative, but not at the expense of being entertaining. Appearances by Lonette McKee, Roger Guenveur Smith, John Turturro, Ned Beatty, Jennifer Espisito, Kim Director, Jade Yorker, Quinn Harris and Shortee Reed also pop, helping propel our leads towards the resolution. The amount of real life basketball talents and personalities allowed to make cameos in the film is too long to list, but definitely worth checking out for a basketball fan.
Lee turned his lens towards stories that reached a broader audience not long after this film, making He Got Game one of the last films that were part of his defining introductory era. His working relationship with Denzel Washington remained strong over several films... strong enough so that Washington’s son starred in Lee’s most recent film. With the playoffs nearing their completion, He Got Game was heavy on my mind, and I am happy that I took the time to revisit it.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.
a new york socialite and budding actress / model, with two of the biggest names in hollywood for parents and a victoria secret model big sister, chase has always been destined for the spotlight. ever since she was born, she’s been a media darling, growing up with cameras flashing all around her. and chase has played the part of the rebellious but kind - hearted heiress perfectly.
though, in real life, she was more stubborn and spoiled then her public counterpart.
but she was still sweet, and generous, and a good person. her involvement in many charities for children and, especially, animals, was not just for show. she truly cared for the causes she supported. she even went vegan when she was thirteen because she’s such an animal lover.
for chase, life was more than good. it was picture perfect.
sure, she got lonely with her parents and older sister, michaela, travelling most months out of the year for work. but when chase was born, her aunt moved in to help raise her, and even with her hectic and ever - changing life, chase knew she would always come home to her aunt’s smile. plus, she surrounded herself with the best friends a girl could ask for. and a super cute boyfriend.
she met asher at a charity gala where her mother was co - chair of with his mother when she was fourteen and he was fifteen, and the two have been practically attached at the hip ever since.
that was also the same year chase starred in her first lead role in a movie, and her first magazine cover came out. after her movie premiered, chase even became the new face of covergirl. so that year had started out as a good --- scratch that, it started out as a great year.
but then her fifteenth birthday rolled around, and chase received her first letter from dylan.
it was creepy. he professed his undying love for her, told her that one day he was going to marry her, promised her that he’d do everything in his power to make sure they got their “happily ever after” and so on. it gave chase a bad feeling. it wasn’t her first fan letter, it wasn’t even her first fan letter where someone professed their love for her, but something about this letter was different.
she showed it to her parents, but they both told her that it was just some obsessed fan, and that every celebrity got letters like this one.�� and, since they weren’t worried about it, neither was she.
a few months later, chase and asher did their first interview as a couple, and, in that interview, chase revealed her bisexuality. it was the big gossip for a few months, and it gained chase even more exposure than ever. and, with the interview, chase began receiving dozens of job offers.
all of her dreams were coming true!
but then she got her second letter from dylan, where he plainly revealed his homophobia. in this letter, he was hateful. he talked about how she was unpure and full of sin and disgusting for looking at women the way she should only look at men. he ended the letter saying that, even though she was a deviant, he still loved her, and that, one day, he would make her pure and sinless.
things quickly escalated from there when, two weeks later, she was photographed leaving a club holding hands with her best friend, gretchen. because another week after that, gretchen was found in her bed, where she had been raped and strangled with some kind of garrote that had cut her skin.
chase didn’t connect gretchen’s death with dylan, though, in retrospect, she should have.
but life went on, and on her sixteenth birthday, chase’s sister threw her a huge party where only the elite of the elite had invitations. at the party, chase may have had one too many drinks, and someone had leaked video footage of her and asher basically dry humping in the bathroom. despite the no phones rule and the fact that micaela made everyone hand their phone over as they entered.
both chase and asher’s golden reputations took a bit of a blow, and, once again, the two of them gave a joint interview to a trusted family reporter who wouldn’t twist their words or manipulate the story, so they could express their regret and explain. and they did. they were two kids in love, who got drunk even though they knew it was wrong, and someone broke their trust by, first of all, filming them in a super intimate and compromising position, and, second of all, anonymously posting the video on social media for the whole world to see. and, oh man, did the whole world ever see.
a couple months after the drama, as chase was working to get her good name back, another one of her friends, kaya, --- or, she was more her sister’s friend --- showed up murdered. and chase received yet another letter from dylan. in this one, he confessed to both gretchen’s and kaya’s murders. he told her that he did it all for her because gretchen, an out lesbian, was corrupting her and kaya had betrayed her trust. and he said he’d keep killing anyone who ever dared hurt her.
finally, chase’s parents validated her worry, and they took all three letters to the police. they said they were right to turn them in, and they put a protective detail on chase and their house until they could apprehend this dylan, if that was even his real name. they put out apbs, dug deeper into their investigations, and even called in the fbi for help. chase’s whole family felt reassured by all of this.
but they were wrong to.
eventually, gretchen and kaya’s cases went cold, the fbi went home, and the nypd withdrew the protective detail they had assigned. they said that it was unlikely dylan would ever surface again.
then chase woke up on her seventeenth birthday to the sound of screaming. horrible, ear - piercing, glass - shattering screaming. she jumped out of bed and ran towards the noise to find her aunt jodie in her parent’s bedroom, standing over their dead bodies. their throats had been cut in their sleep. as chase ran to get her phone to call 911, she found her sister’s body on the kitchen floor.
and, in blood on the wall was scrawled: THEY CAN’T KEEP US APART ANYMORE!
chase knew it was dylan. he snuck into her home in the middle of the night and he slaughtered her whole family. it was only a stroke of luck that her aunt had been spending that night with her boyfriend, or she would’ve been murdered, too. the police said chase was even lucky to be alive.
chase immediately sunk into a deep depression. she stopped working, stopped talking to her friends, she even stopped leaving the house. asher and jodie did their best to be there for her, but she pushed them away, too. after the funerals, chase broke things off with asher. and, the very next day, their break - up was on the front cover of every magazine. everyone was talking about chase’s “mental breakdown.” her aunt tried to go on record dispelling those rumours, but it didn’t work.
and it didn’t work because it was true. chase knew it, her aunt knew it, and so did the world.
and just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, a week after their break - up was announced, asher, like everyone she loved, was found murdered. and, just like clock work, chase got her next letter from dylan. it said that he was always planning on killing asher, but he moved up his timeline because asher’s death would make their break - up easier to get over. at the very end of the lengthy letter, dylan promised that he would be coming for chase soon, so they could finally run away and be together like they were meant to. he said he was excited to make her all his.
this was the last straw. the fbi took chase and her aunt into protective custody until they could catch this monster that was destroying chase and all she loved. they didn’t even get to go to asher’s funeral; they weren’t even allowed to pack anything. they brought in the newest letter, and the next thing chase knew, they were on a plane to a whole new life on the other side of the country with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the contents of their purses.
now, chase is eighteen years old, finishing high school online, and trying desperately to return any sense of normalcy to her tragic life. oh, and now her name is peyton saffy, her aunt jodie is her mom, linda, and there’s no record of either of them existing five months ago. all of her old dreams are impossible now. even if they catch dylan, chase will forever be associated with him and the awful acts he committed in her name. so, her new dream is normal. whatever form that may take.
but she still lives everyday with dylan’s presence hanging over her like a dark cloud. . .
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Age: 30
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He / Him
Neighborhood: Springlake
Occupation: Police Officer
Triggers: Death, Loss, War, Alcoholism, PTSD
BIOGRAPHY
Even in the silence, all he knew was to survive.
In the times where it eats him whole, he’s eyes closed, wrapped up beneath a looming expanse of dark sky and an abundance of stars. There are dreams among dreams of all the horrors he’s endured, unravelling at the seams like a frayed knot, each thread a new interpretation. Some nights he wakes with rage - white-knuckled fists twitching with each drum of his elevating heartbeat, some nights he wakes with fright - beads of sweat against his temples. At all times, he’s teetering on the edge, as if stood at the tip of an outstretched metal beam overlooking the skeletal remains of a dismantled city. He feels uneasy, but his own weight is not the cause of his descent as he twists his sight to hollowed eyes and a gaping mouth. A guttural cry erupts from the decaying carcass and sends him backwards, plummeting towards nothingness.
Only then he awakes.
Though he lived within a realm of dogmatic ideals, he knows now of how there’s something sour about the way a military man boasts. It would never unearth something bitter within him until later years, but his first steps into adulthood were no stranger to merry men in dingy bars, singing praise for the faceless targets they had struck down with fine precision. Their commanders would simply refer to these victims as a result of war, an addition to the ever growing kill count - a number which unearthed a sinister bravado. Behind merriment and sloshing liquor they were considered heroes, individuals brimming with a survivor’s glow.
Jay, or Grim - as they would later come to call him, was no different to those around him. He did not bow his head in shame when a dozen palms would all reach to pat him on the back, nor did he refer to the targets as man, woman or child. Every mission would be a success, every action taken would be the right call. He fought so tirelessly that when discussed, he would only be done so in a manner that was almost revered - if it wasn’t for you, they would say, my sorry ass would’ve seen no tomorrow.
With a muted pride from those in ranks above him, he was branded the rightful successor of Frank Farley - his father, a man rumoured to have strangled an enemy to death when his rifle had dispensed its final bullet. Jay never learned of this until later years, when his prying eyes caught sight of a framed image hanging in the furthest corner of his commander’s office; his father’s arm draped over his broad shoulders, a beaming grin stretched upon both faces. How he knew of him now was merely a secret shared between the two of them. At the death of his mother, his father had withered into a helpless man and nearly drank himself to death.
As the story tells, his mother and father had met in the arms of the battlefield. Though it could be perceived with a rose-tint, there was nothing romantic about the perforation of an artery and a nurse professing false hope into the ears of a dying man. She would sneak by his bedside once nightfall came, leave him cups of hot tea and mutter a prayer at all hours. When he would finally awake in a hot sweat, his hands would first reach the blue cardigan in her place before he pleaded for assistance. He had fallen septic and lost his leg no more than fours later. It would detonate any hopes of his career, but it would give him a glimpse into the life of a woman who would stay with him for twelve more years. She would love him effortlessly and he in return. When her duties were no longer required, she abandoned the war for a clinic no more than a yard from their home and fell pregnant shortly after.
Their home was brimming with a warmth that all children deserve to grow up in. With each inch he grew, his mother would dash the same kitchen wall with ink and tell him of how he would soon tower above the both of them. She was feverish in her excitement for the future, spoke with adoration for a boy of rusty hair and lengthy limbs, and would never allow the nights to bleed into day without professing her fondness.
It would be the harshest of Winters when she would pass, her workload excessive and late nights at the clinic would wreak a deathly havoc. A believed flu had forced her into sudden bed rest, where pneumonia would cause her lungs to swell at an aggressive rate. It would be much too soon to act, her life becoming no more fragile than the stained glass destined to shatter. Enveloped in sweat-soaked bed sheets, Jay would be the first to find her, the first to seek emergency help and the first to tell his father. The reaction was done so senselessly, hurtling any objects within his reach until his boy was left to cower with nothing more than a split lip. He would forever live his life in the aftermath, sweeping up the remnants of kitchen pottery and discarded liquor bottles.
He swears his father never once forgave him.
Joining the military was comparable to pulling teeth. Though it gave him a place to rest, to eat and to form bonds which went far beyond the superficial factors, his mindset would still return to the decaying figure of a father he had left behind. His old man refused to acknowledge all correspondence and the doorway to his home would become cluttered with mounting letters. To him, Jay’s enlisting was deemed as abandonment. Where he had chose to discard the struggles of his prior life for standing out amidst the mass of honourable individuals, adorned in spotless uniforms and the glint of medals, his father existed all too close to the liquor cabinet. Jay was now amongst the men he had once idolised, observed across media platforms, and his father had discerned with a twisted frown clawed across his features. Disappointment seeped from him like a gaping wound and there was no pride dispelling from him as Jay left for good.
“Close the door on your way out,” would be all he had to say.
Even still, as it educated him on the principles of gunfire and teamwork, it would also teach him the importance of strategy; how exits were the most valuable discovery in any location, how sleep would never arrive if your gun was not within arms reach and how the loud pop as it tore the sky with bullets would soon grow to become monotonous. Whilst many would flee from the military through fear of what would await, himself and men alike would welcome the beads of sweat balling at the base of their neck as the weight of armour pulled them downwards into the dirt. He ached with both mental and physical exhaustion, but each well-accomplished assignment had dulled any sense of independence like a sedative. They stood proudly, hand on chest, rhyming off the nation’s anthem and dislodging themselves from the reality of it all.
What was seemingly so concerning from an outside perspective, was the lack of fear when Jay claimed his first life. His hollow eyes had burned so intently into the eyes of the enemy that he believed he could see right through them. A deathly, sinister sight remained before him, as he refused to relate his target to anything other than a rabid animal. His guilt had been so finely scrubbed that it mirrored the clear sheen of his combat boots, but the reflection before him was no longer recognisable. His hair was overgrown, thin lines of exhaustion stretched out from beneath his eyes and his lips were cracked and splintered.
Jay was nothing more than a husk; where his selfish desire to survive would exist with no consequence.
When he recalls his descent, his heart is beating so quickly he swears it will soon claw itself free from his chest. There is a blurred sighting of a figure slanted in a doorway, shouting a foreign tongue so violently saliva flies from his lips. Heavy feet stride towards him with vigour, a balled up fist strikes outwards and his head falls back as if preparing for the guillotine. Though he had been struck merely once, he knew this stranger would beat him senseless until he believed there was no alternative but to sacrifice the men he had grown with. Only then does he discover that the violent shake of his limbs is simply the result of a briefly deep sleep. There’s no volcanic eruption of a stranger’s anger, no blank walls of an interrogation room, no overturned truck and the sound of dying men. No betrayal. Just his own demons rearing their heads and the sight of his coat hanging in the hallway.
In Austin he exists as nothing more than a survivor masquerading as a hero. His apartment is a box room made up of a tattered mattress, an old television in the furthest corner of the room and few remnants of the warzone which still plagues him as he sleeps. He has no companions, no pets; just a ransacked room, a bottle of liquor and a gun.
(How he has thought meticulously of that remaining shell).
Each day seeps into one and the next, night and day melding together for a man who never sleeps. There are days in which he never leaves, but those moments are his darkest and his own thoughts run rampant on the buzz of survivor’s guilt. When he finally finds the urge to heave himself from his personal prison cell, he works diligently in the intelligence unit, each action repetitive, no day any different. Boredom eats away at a man who is always on guard, but better be bored than to live devoid of anything.
When his comrades grow curious and passing conversation becomes prying, some have dared to query life on the battlefield. Though they choose their time wisely, often perched at the edge of a bar stool with a bottle in hand, they expect nothing more than a harrowing tale and a dose of PTSD.
He never truly confesses.
In a bare minimum of words, he tells them of the ambush, the bag over his head and how they beat him black and blue until he confessed the coordinates of their location. Jay tells them he never did, he holds onto the belief that he stood as resilient as a lighthouse in a storm, but only now does it eat him whole. He didn’t tell them of how when they started shouting at him in a language entirely different from his own, that he had fully understood. He didn’t bother explaining the lone brutality of the several days he spent in the same room, tied to the same chair, staring into the same eyes of a man who was no different than him. The way that after hours and hours of nothing, they would beat him and beat him until he could only take so much.
He didn’t tell them of how he had to make a choice and he chose himself.
PERSONALITY
( + ) Audacious, Astute, Decisive
( - ) Forthright, Unpredictable, Impatient
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