#I mean. I know why on a literal level but why on a logical level. like how does it make sense

[tragicallyuncreative]

The Curtis Gang Holiday Headcanons

Its 103 F out and still 6 months till Christmas and I have absolutely no logical reason why these plotline are trapped in my brain but I long ago stopped questioning these things and opted to shut up and write instead 😂

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Young Darry was TERRIFIED by the idea of Santa Clause. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were so excited to experience the Christmas magic with their first child, only to have him panic. He was a very literal and logical kid, and the story was sending him into a tailspin. What do you mean he can just come down the chimney at night and into our house?? What's stopping a burglar or kidnapper from coming down the chimney too? Why is it okay for this Santa guy to come in their house, but not others? How did Santa know if he was bad or good? Was he watching him all the time? If reindeer could fly, what other animals could fly? Would the horses at the barn that dad sometimes rode start flying and buck him off? Why did some of the kids in his class not get presents or coal from Santa? That didn't seem right. His biggest fixation the holiday season after Sodapop was born was that someone would come down the chimney like Santa and take "his" baby. He was very relieved when Mr. and Mrs. Curtis quickly reassured him with the truth and was more than happy to play along for Sodapop and Ponyboy.

Soda was blindsided when Steve told him during recess one day when he was 9. A little bit of the Christmas magic died for him, but he didn't want to admit it so he played along both for Ponyboy and his parents so they could still feel like they were making the holiday special for him. His little empath self loved seeing how much fun his parents had with all their traditions- writing a letter to Santa, lying out milk and cookies, trying to catch him on Christmas Eve.

Just a year later, 7-year-old Ponyboy found out reading a chapter book from the public library (he was way above his reading level, it was meant for preteens). He immediately was worried about ruining the magic for his big brother Soda, who was always so happy and joyful, especially around the holiday season, and resolved to keep up the secret for him. This continued for several years, and eventually 12-year-old Pony was sitting there like, "damn, my tough 15-year-old Greaser brother still believes in Santa, bless him." Dallas accidently-on-purpose let something slip one day and they all had a good laugh about Pony and Soda "protecting" each other.

Johnny didn't really know about any holidays until the Curtis's took him under their wing. His parents didn't really celebrate any. The couple odd years that his mom was taking her meds and not drinking, she was clear-headed enough to make an effort for her son and would buy a little toy car or baseball for him. That never happened again, but he clung to those memories. He always had a spot at the Curtis's though- a trick or treat bag, a place at the Thanksgiving table, his own stocking hung by the mantle, a present with his name on it under the tree.

I read a headcanon years ago that Johnny carves little wooden animals as a pastime and have adopted it as canon in my head for years (if it was you who came up with this, please lmk so I can credit you whenever I mention it in stories!) Every year, every person in the gang + the Curtis parents + Ms. Mathews and Two-Bit's little sister get a different miniature animal. Sometimes they request a certain animal, sometimes he surprises them. It's hard to be discreet because he's constantly working on them. He doesn't like sitting still, he's always fiddling with little blocks of wood and his pocketknife. Pony loves to watch him. They all love getting them, but nobody more so than Dallas. He shows appreciation as much as he's capable of every year and that may seem like it, but everyone notices how careful and protective he is of his little collection. He doesn't have a lot of possessions and moves around a lot, but the little army of wooden animals travels to every relative's house, every group/ foster home, and eventually, comes to rest on the windowsill of his room at Buck's. He always keeps one in the pocket of his jeans or in his wallet, though, in case he's arrested. Then he likes to perch it on the windowsill between the bars. The one person who dared make fun of him for it got their two front teeth knocked clean out.

Like Johnny, Pony doesn't have money from a job to spare on gifts so he always makes his gifts. He pretty consistently gives everyone the same thing- a drawing. He goes all out- breaks out his really good shading charcoals and colored pencils and spends hours on meticulous details. He likes to give everyone the same picture, so will spend forever replicating each so there's enough to go around and agonize over the little discrepancies between them.

Two-Bit takes pride in finding the most obscure and disgusting candy cane flavors ever invented and arranging a Christmas day taste test. He'll drive his car as far as it will go or hitchhike to gas stations way out in the country for a 12 pack of bubblegum candy canes and present them like it's the holy grail.

Soda's favorite dessert in the world is key lime pie. He insists on having it every Christmas dinner. Everyone hates it but Steve and the two of them while polish off the whole pie in one sitting.

Mrs. Curtis had the world's most amazing cinnamon roll recipe that she made every Thanksgiving morning. She never made it quite the same way and never measured the ingredients, but it was incredible. Darry tried to replicate it the first Thanksgiving without their parents. It did not end well.

Why did I end this on such a depressing note?? 🤦‍♀️

Stay tuned... working hard on Chapter 7!

[canisalbus]

For your gay little dogs

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[orcelito]

Went to take my exam bc the syllabus says it'd be available at 9 am today. No sign of the exam tho. Under the quizzes tab it's listed as being available on July 31st at 9 am... in 2023 though.

😐

So I went and emailed the professor. I still wanna take the exam today bc it's the best day for it, but it's a little late so he might not see it in time for that. Wweh.

[dyleeart]

bloody polites compilation

rant below:

The bandages drawing was loosely based on the headcanon that polites was a medic (please ignore any inaccuracies). Some use this hc as an explanation to why he stayed ‘innocent’ throughout the 10-year war, since he wouldn’t have had to fight or kill.

However, I like this hc for another reason. While I still think it makes a good baseline for his mindset, but implies it can be more of a coping mechanism. Being a war medic does not mean one does not have to witness bloodshed; rather, they would have to see blood and injuries on the daily while keeping a level head and make hard decisions when choosing which patient to treat first even when multiple are in obvious pain. This role would have been a huge responsibility for him, and given his personality he would have tried his best to be the emotional support / morale for the patients. 

The war ends, and it seems like there’s no need to worry about getting hurt or killed, but every other soldier is tired and traumatized. It makes sense he would try to step into the role of healer again, this time mostly emotionally/mentally (especially for his best friend who looks very guilty of something he doesn’t want to talk about). So comes Open Arms. He knows it’s not always possible but wants himself and his friends to have hope for the world after everything. 

Plus it’s nice rpg game logic in a literal and symbolic way — kill the healer first and the rest of the team will slowly fall apart one way or another.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[mosspapi]

Society if I would stop actively looking for things that are triggering to me tbh

[i-starcreamed]

Hi!, can I get some headcanons of transformers one character being jealous and the reader teases them.

D-16, Orion, Sentinel, Badassatron, and elita.

TF-ONE X READER

I tried to make this silly I'm feeling silly...enjoy

Post includes all of above :3

D-16

Tries to act unaffected by it, but doesn’t make a huge deal

Usually

He’s usually nice about it

Let’s say a bot is being really friendly with you, they’re making you laugh and everything. D sees from the distance, then comes up to you. Placing a servo against the small of your back-frame. “Heyy what’s so funny? I want to hear too :)”

He’s forcing a smile so bad.

He’s harmless, man, he trusts you completely

If another bot is for real flirting with you though, he's going to be so passive-aggressive

It’s more like he wants ur attention lol

If you teased him about it he’s going to deny it so hard

"What? No, no no.. I’m not jealous..pfft"

If you’re extra sweet maybe he’ll admit it

NOO y/n.. I’m funnier than them anyway.. I’m cooler too..

Orion

Don’t get jealous often either

He trusts you, he’s trustful of most bots

He gets jealous when you don't give him enough attention too

You’ll be talking to someone and he’ll just be in the background like,

“I’m..Y/N? Hey I..y/n? Uhm..I'm..right here..”

He’s so awkward, he doesn’t want to be rude to either of you but he’s lonely!!

If you tease him about looking sad when you’re not looking at him all the time, he’ll softly scoff.

"Well...yeah. They were flirting with you.."

sad puppy eyes

"Orion..they were asking me about Sentinels speech yesterday.."

"Oh...sorry."

eughhh

Sentinel

Oh boy

It’s a mix of irritation and jealousy

Why are you looking at someone else! When you can be looking at him!

He might be an attention seeker. He’ll just say things to catch your attention.

“Hey sweetspark, come look at my new paint job!” He calls you over as you're busy talking to someone else, he looks exactly the same btw

If you teased him I feel like he’ll take it way too seriously

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?? I’m literally Sentinel??”

But then his insecurity starts

“Wait…do you like talking to them more?”

evil sad puppy eyes

He'll only be content if you feed him compliments. Also erm..never talk to that bot again

#toxic

If he can’t demote the bot he was jealous of, he’ll try to one-up them, otherwise they are FIRED

After he gets over it he’ll be extra affectionate. You also get affectionate when you tease him so maybe it’s not so bad after all

insert makeout session

B-127

Badassatron

He’s definitely a bit attention and touch-starved after being stuck in low levels for who knows how many years

It’s only logical that he’s glued to your side for the rest of your life

If he’s jealous it’s very obvious. He tries to do something to get your attention or awkwardly stands there

Hey y/n look at this! - Does a backflip and falls

Tease him about it and he gets flustered

"Whattt? No, I’m not jealous!" He lets out a cocky laugh

“Ok maybe a little..”

Kiss his faceplate all over and he’s yours

He's definitely the least harmful

If he's jealous about a bot he particularly dislikes or they're flirting with you out and about, he might be more passive-aggressive about it

"Hey don't mean to intrude or anything, but uh, I'm kinda busy with my PARTNER. And by PARTNER I mean we're together. Yeah, uh huh! So, if you don't mind, my PARTNER and I are going to ignore you now. Since we're y'know..busy being together."

Elita

She’s smug about her jealousy, but only you could tell

“No, I’m not jealous. What makes you think that?”

Meanwhile, she’s giving the nastiest glare to the other bot.

“You really need to stop bringing their hopes up. Did you hear the way they were flirting with you?”

“Elita...they were just thanking me."

“Don’t even look at them actually"

If you tease her, she either denies it or is very proud

Like yeah she got a little jealous, she has such an amazing partner and anyone in their right mind would see that too.

Or no..she's definitely not jealous. She's just speaking her mind

[celaenaeiln]

You know what’s interesting?

Dick didn’t set out to murder Zucco with the intent of being a killer. He viewed it as an unfortunate byproduct of his actions.

His real goal was to “purge the world of criminals” because “darkness needs light.”

Do you realize how unhinged that sounds? It means Robin wasn’t created from anger. It was created from the messed up psyche of a child who realized at 8 years old that the entire world needs something better than what it was given and so he went out and became it.

I cant properly explain how insane that is. It’s like putting the logic of the Joker inside the mind of child but turning it for good. Everything is falling into place now. That is why the Joker hates Dick-he is the one Robin the man couldn’t break. Literally COULDN’T because when he’s facing Dick, he’s facing the version of himself that would have existed if he had put himself to good. That was would break HIM.

Imagine spending the better part of your life doing your utmost worst to show Batman that people and the system are inherently evil only to have him fall head over cowl for a version of yourself to completely invalidate your reason for existing. How psychotic would you turn when you realize you have nothing to prove?

This also explains why Dick is so well adjusted and sociable in a way that Bruce and the others aren’t.

Bruce loses it when he loses his children, he thinks it’s a failure of his abilities and doubts his life’s work.

Jason loses it when he thinks he’s been replaced because his reason for being is having someone care for him.

Tim loses it when he comes to a dead-end. He feels helpless and lost when he doesn’t know the next move because his reason for being is being able to solve what’s wrong.

Damian loses it when he feels abandoned. He feels hurt and broken because he’s a child who wants to be loved.

The reason Dick was the perfect choice for Dark Crisis and to become the dawn of DCU is because his sole reason for being is to be the light.

That is why Bruce refused to destroy a planet when Superman asked him too. That is why Dick was the only person in the universe who could control the Darkness infecting him when even Deathstroke lost his mind to it. That is why the evil Justice League chose Dick of every one to kill-to make a point.

This is why he’s looked up to by major heroes such as Superman, Wonderwoman, the Titans, the children, the villains, and the civilians.

This is why Harvey Dent called Robin Dick “Batman’s secret weapon.”

Although anger was the baseline emotion, Dick doesn’t have anger issues because:

Robin wasn’t created for revenge. It was created with the intention of building a world so unrealistically good, that the level of the vision Richard Grayson was aiming for and set the standards for- is so terrifyingly inconceivable.

And that-is why he is a happy, feral, monster.

[everythingisamazing]

Hot Take: If Jayvik survive the finale, whatever their sexuality or romantic orientation was before, does not really matter. Why? Well, maybe I am too pan- and demisexual to fully grasp the concept of normative sexuality, but I personally believe, that it would be way more logical for them to be beyond any of those concepts (as Viktors VA perfectly said), simply because of what they have gone through. I mean, Viktor basically became a god. If you look at gods in myth, they are usually open to pretty much any gender and any type of love because...well they are a god. As a god, you are not limited by what limits humans. I also think that being part of a hive mind would erase a lot of the boundaries you felt were there before - if anything Viktor would probably struggle with knowing what his own identity actually is post finale. I am not saying that the first thing they do after waking up (in a beautiful field of flowers of course) is have sex - I actually picture it more as something that happens eventually and gradually? Like, I know it's impossible to really imagine being soulbonded with someone across different universes, but as far as you can, do you believe it's logical that, if you were, you would be bothered by something as trivial as what we percieve to be different levels of physical intimacy or someones gender? That you would care about platonic VS romantic after what they have been through? After what not only Viktor and Jayce in their timeline have gone through, but all the different iterations of them, literally containing ALL possibilities? I mean, Jayce is already touchy with Viktor to begin with and they die embracing eachother, with their lips like...5 centimeters apart. Is it really more likely, that this kind of physicality would just NEVER naturally evolve into holdings hands, a kiss and whatever more, given their situation? Do you think Jayce would be like: "You know what? Throwing my arms around you naked in the astral plane is as far as I go!" Be serious please. I also think, from a character growth standpoint, it would be really neat if Viktor would confront his past relationship with his body and learn to embrace the physical again, by experiencing the opposite of the pain of his past life - so a lot of pleasure essentially. Idk, man. Maybe I am projecting here - I just really think, even though I am not very touchy irl myself, that after going through something like that with another person, sacrificing EVERYTHING to be with them, even if it is just for a few more seconds ... you can bet your ass, that when I am getting them back, I am holding on to them with everything I've got - especially even my thighs.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Concept: In The Burning Maze, I think it would have been cool if one of the crossword puzzles in the labyrinth had been a mathematical equation.

Specifically, a mathematical equation on mathematical logic, such as negations.

Why? Because Apollo is the god of mathematics and I think it would be funny if Grover and Meg were standing there, staring with horror at:

~(~(p^q))

"What is this nonsense?" Asks Meg, a literal sixth grader who has never before encountered college-level math.

"I...I don't know!" Responds Grover, anxiously wringing his hands. He also has never come across something like this before. "I never went to high school!"

"Is it code for something?"

"The little carrot there looks kinda like a Greek Delta- is Daedalus related somehow?"

"A carrot-what?"

"The carrot!" Grover points at the symbol between the 'p' and 'q'. "It looks like the Delta symbol!"

"Oooh. Okay."

The sentence below the odd thing reads;

Solve my riddle,

Or play second fiddle,

You can find me in education,

For I am the ________!

"...What does that mean?" Grover whimpers.

Meg looks stumped.

"...negation," Apollo's staring at the strange equation. "'Solve my riddle, or play second fiddle. You can find me in education, for I am the negation!'. That's the missing word in the rhyme."

They stare at him. "How do you know that?" Grover bewilderedly asks. "It makes no sense!"

"Math logic," Apollo simply says. "This particular one is...about first, second-year level in college, I'd say."

Grover closes his eyes, muttering; "No wonder I couldn't solve it." as Meg stares first at the equation, then at Apollo.

"What even is a negation?"

"That," Apollo points to the squiggly lines. "It cancels the truth values out, giving you the opposite of what's inside the parathesis."

"...What?"

Apollo huffs. "The 'p' and 'q' both represent something, like two parts of a sentence. The carrot can be upside-down or right-side-up, representing 'or' or 'and' in that sentence."

"Which way is up when?" Grover looked to be on the verge of tears as the realization math did not, in fact, end with numbers or numbers and letters.

"Uh..." Apollo made a 'V' with his hands. "If it's like this, it's 'or'. If it's like this," he made a tiny pyramid with his hands. "It's 'and'. Imagine a line through the center, like an 'A'. That's 'and'."

Grover rubbed at his eyes. "Too much," he whimpered. "Too much."

Apollo gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "In this case," he said. "It's saying 'and'. The negation, well, negates their values, so it becomes-" he pats his pants and looks in his pockets. "Anyone have a pen and paper...?"

Blank looks met his. "Okay, then...then just imagine a squiggly line in front of the 'p' and 'q'. That's what the first negation does. Then the second one negates that negation, taking the squiggly lines away."

Breathing in, he finished with; "So our mathematical answer would be, 'p and q', written with the carrot right-side-up- like the 'A'."

The tunnel was silent.

Then it was broken. "How do you know all that?" Meg demanded, looking extremely confused. "That makes no sense. I thought there were numbers."

"There are," Apollo patiently explained. "But this is a logic problem, and they don't do numbers."

"Never before have I been grateful to not to have to go to college," Grover rubbed at his temples. "Algebra was bad enough. Now this?"

"Hey!" Apollo looked slightly offended. "It's all quite fun, really, when you figure it out! Besides, we didn't even have to solve it!"

"Then why did you?" Meg asked.

Apollo stared at her. "Because you asked me too-!"

"Nope." She blew a raspberry. "None of us did."

He closed his eyes, as if praying for mercy.

"Anyway," Apollo gave both of them the stink-eye. "Math and music were quite intertwined back in the day, so the Muses and I are quite adept at it- Thalia's the geometry queen, and whatever you do, do not say 'Bet you can't solve this in a minute' to Urania. She will make you look stupid."

"Bet that's not hard."

"Oh, shut up."

insert cackle from Meg

"ANYWAY," Apollo gives her the stink-eye. "Ancient Greece was a breeding ground for mathematical minds- Pythagoras, for one, who was my son to boot! Even Hestia enjoys looking over Hephaestus's construction equations in her spare time."

The other two stared at him, as if shocked the gods would find math, of all things, fun.

Apollo awkwardly glanced away from them. He didn't know what their reactions would be if he told them of the many contributions he has made to the world of mathematics. For some reason, silly mortals didn't seem to appreciate the hard work put into them!

Sighing, he said; "Uh, Labyrinth, the answer is 'negation'. We got side-tracked there for a bit."

One hallway in front of them glowed with the answer. Without another word, they quickly speed-walked down the passage-way.

[ducksido]

Hai!! I decided to be loyal once again and request my schmookie bear Idia🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 so imagine this 😈😈, Idia with an equally as socially awkward reader, who loves programming video games, the catch is that well… they program otomes😱😱😱

So Idia and reader are already dating and just chilling and they’re trying to make the perfect otome together despite sucking at romantic relationships (Brian once again no work, so interpret may👍👍👍👍👍)

It’s a typical day in Ignihyde—meaning dark, silent, and filled with the glow of multiple monitors and the faint smell of energy drinks and anxiety.

You’re slouched on Idia’s beanbag chair, a laptop on your knees and your fingers flying over the keyboard. Beside you, Idia is hunched at his own desk, cloak pooling around his legs, hoodie up, and hair glowing the softest hue of content blue. You’re both locked in total silence… except for the muttered lines of code and occasional:

“Bro, why did this variable name turn into emotional damage. It’s literally self-destructing my script—oh wait. That was a typo.”

You and Idia are, somehow, making the perfect otome game. The catch?

Neither of you has functioning romantic experience. Outside of each other, and even then it's like watching two haunted raccoons try to hold hands without combusting.

“Okay…” you mutter, staring blankly at the dialogue box on the screen. “So the love interest just confessed, and the MC’s supposed to, like, respond. What would be… realistic?”

Idia blinks slowly. “Uh. You mean in actual human realistic, or idealized 2D husbando dream logic realistic?”

You chew your sleeve. “I don’t know. What would you say if someone told you they loved you?”

He visibly bluescreens.

“...besides shutting down,” you add quickly.

“…Uhhh. I'd probably say something like, ‘N-no way, you’re just saying that because of the stat boost from that one event where I accidentally held your hand—why would anyone like me, I’m a zero-drop-rate SSR-level disappointment,’ and then short-circuit and roll under my desk.”

You blink. “Honestly? That’s better than like 80% of otome responses.”

You both nod solemnly.

Later, while working on the “Kiss CG Unlock” scene, both of you sit stiff as boards.

You: “Should he, like… kiss her forehead? Or is that too intimate??”

Idia: “W-wait forehead is more intimate than the cheek, right? I read that somewhere on a forum. I think.”

You: “What if the sprite kisses the air two pixels next to her cheek to imply it happened off-screen?”

Idia: “Genius. Subtle. Emotional. The fans will cry.”

You both high-five. You miss. Your fingers brush.

You both recoil like you touched a live wire.

Cue Idia’s hair flaring bright pink as he dramatically covers his face with his hoodie sleeve:

“C-crap! Critical hit!! Emotional damage x9999!!”

You wheeze into your hoodie. “We’re literally dating, why are we like this???”

“I don’t know!! You’re my actual love interest! It’s different! It’s worse! You’re real!!” he screeches.

Despite the awkward chaos, the otome game starts looking… kind of amazing. The characters have incredibly nuanced personalities, the routes are emotional and hilarious, and the MC has more depth than most commercial games. (She even has an option to respond to a confession with “No u.”)

You both sit there, staring at the final screen — the last line of code compiled. The game runs. No bugs. All dialogue paths working.

"...We actually made it," you whisper.

Idia looks at you.

“W-we… made a game. Together. An otome game. About romance. Despite being walking cringe compilations.”

He reaches over—slow, like a cutscene CG—and pokes your hand.

“True Ending unlocked,” he mumbles.

Your face heats up. You take his hand.

Achievement Unlocked: ‘Mutual Tsundere Affection.exe’

Bonus: Ortho walks in 3 minutes later and sees the two of you collapsed on the beanbag, holding hands and red-faced, surrounded by empty cans and 700 lines of spaghetti code.

He takes one look at the screen.

“…Big Brother. Y/N. This is the most emotionally repressed game I’ve ever seen. 10/10.”

[i2rizz]

Hi! Is it alright if you do an Isagi version of "No way he pulled that"? I just can't stop thinking how how funny Rin's and Kaiser's reaction would be when they found out Isagi has a gf. Thank you!

YESSS i can already smell myself cooking up a masterpiece

No Way He Pulled That Pt.7

The thing about Isagi is that everyone knows him.

Blue Lock’s golden boy. Tactical genius. Obsessed with football. The guy who stares at a whiteboard for fun. The guy who—rumor has it—once got so lost in analysis, he forgot his own birthday.

So no one—and I mean no one—expected him to have game.

It started innocently enough. Beach day, sanctioned by Ego (God knows why), and the guys were scattered across the shore doing their usual nonsense. Rin was silently judging the tide, Kaiser was trying to tan his already perfect face, and Shidou had just eaten three popsicles and was now threatening a crab.

Isagi was—shocker—kicking a ball against a rock. Alone.

"Still grinding?" Bachira asked, flopping down beside him.

"Visualization," Isagi muttered. "Improving touch control on sand"

"Bro, it’s literally beach day"

"I’m relaxing"

Kaiser, from twenty feet away, snorted. "That’s not relaxing. That’s a football cult ritual"

But then.

Then it happened.

Across the sand, laughter floated in on the breeze—bright, clear, and unmistakably familiar.

Everyone looked over.

There you were, jogging toward the group with a tote bag over your shoulder, sunglasses perched in your hair, and a smile that could melt the polar caps. Short sundress fluttering. Skin sun-warmed. Just pure radiance on legs.

And when Isagi saw you?

He lit up. Like genuinely, stupidly lit up.

"Babe!" he called, waving.

Babe?

Kaiser choked so hard he spit out his drink. Rin snapped his head around so fast it was medically concerning. Shidou muttered something like "she real??" and tried to slap himself.

You grinned and ran up to him, tossing your arms around his neck. "Sorry'm late! Miss me baby?"

He smiled like a man who just doubled his ego. "Always"

And he kissed your cheek. So naturally. Like it was routine.

Bachira gasped audibly. "ISAGI HAS A GIRLFRIEND?"

Shidou squinted. "No way. He talks to people???"

You looked at the group, cheerfully waving. "Hey guys!"

Everyone blinked. You were stunning. You looked like a walking rom-com. You had flower-shaped earrings and little sun tattoos. Rin looked like he was witnessing the downfall of logic. Kaiser just said, "...Are you sure you’re not lost?"

"Lost? No," you giggled. "I’m here for my boyfriend"

Isagi beamed, smiling like you'd just handed him the Ballon d'Or.

"Yoichi, how," Reo whispered.

Barou looked like he was about to start pacing.

And you—you pulled a water bottle from your bag, handed it to him with a kiss to the cheek, and plopped down next to him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Want me to reapply your sunscreen later?"

"Please"

Rin deadpanned, "I’m hallucinating"

Kaiser was staring at the sea. "I’ve done something wrong in life. I know it"

Meanwhile, Isagi just started explaining beach ball physics to you like he wasn’t sitting in a vortex of shattered egos and broken belief systems.

Bachira summed it up best.

"Yoichi pulled that?"

Everyone: No way he pulled that.

They all needed answers.

Bonus-

"You’re lying"

"No I’m not"

"You have a girlfriend"

"Yes"

"Like a real one"

"Do you want to see our texts?"

"DON’T PLAY WITH ME, YOICHI"

They’d cornered him by the firepit later. Rin, Kaiser, Bachira, Shidou, Reo—all crammed onto lawn chairs like this was some mafia trial. Isagi sat in the middle with the world’s calmest smile, sipping juice from a plastic cup. You were in the background feeding a squirrel and complimenting its fur.

"She’s too happy" Rin said. "That level of serotonin doesn’t happen around you"

"I don’t understand," Reo said, hands in his hair. "You’ve never even flirted in your life—how did this happen?!"

"She likes me," Isagi said simply.

"WHY," Kaiser snapped.

Isagi blinked innocently. "She said I’m endearing. Smart. Devoted. Passionate"

"PASSIONATE???"

"She literally said I’m her favorite dork"

Rin: "...I need to lie down"

"And she brings me snacks"

Cue visible collapse from half the squad.

Bachira was curled in a beach towel whispering, "She called him baby… and smiled… and kissed him… and he didn’t die of embarrassment…"

"You know what?" Shidou said, standing. "I call sorcery. That’s not a girlfriend. That’s a damn Disney princess"

"She’s real," Isagi insisted. "And she likes me. I even help her carry her groceries"

That somehow made it worse.

You waved sweetly from a distance, calling, "Yocchan! I made those seaweed riceballs you like!"

Kaiser was on the ground. "I’m gonna vomit"

[vekreng]

Tech - Totally Not Crushing

prompt: "...something with tech and an awkward reader maybe they admit feelings for each other or they are caught being cute by the rest of the batch and they tease them?.." pairing: Tech x Reader words: 2.2k requested: yes!

You didn’t know if you wanted to scream for the sake of screaming or if you wanted to throw yourself in front of some wild beast.

It had been an absolute age since you met the Batch, and him. The individual members were all striking in their own way, but none stood out more to you than Tech.

Your throat buzzed with an idle hum as you watched him tinker on the Marauder. He wasn’t as physically strong as his other brothers, no, but his intellect was unmatched. He could see patterns in nature and people that were indecipherable to most, pointing out what was about to happen before even Hunter could pick it up at times. His mind stored a vast wealth of knowledge on just about everything you could name and then some. He lacked subtlety in only the most adorable way. His round, soft eyes looked gentler still through the amber lenses of his goggles. He checked on you after every mission or trip, asked for your assistance on just about every task.

Time and time again you tried to confess, and time and time again the words died on your tongue. You tried when you were paired up alone on a mission, when you two had to sneak through a palace, when you two were the only ones awake one night in hyperspace. It was always so perfect, except for… for what? Why could you never tell him? Nerves, maybe? Perhaps the way his eyes locked with yours caused you to instantly short circuit and forget everything you ever knew. Yeah. That was definitely it. A very logical explanation. 

Your eyes followed the fluid movement of his hands, his skillful fingers practically dancing through the ship’s wires as he teased out minor bugs in favor of much larger ones that he will try to convince Hunter are actually improvements.

God, you loved him.

If only you could just say it.

“Staring is only going to put him off, you know,” a voice drawled from behind. You whipped around in a panic, only to see Crosshair grinning your way. “Pretty sure you don’t want that.”

“Cross!” You scolded, pinching the bridge of your nose. God, of course it had to be him. “Give a bit of warning next time, maybe?”

“I’m a sniper. It’s quite literally my job to not give any warning.” He pushed himself off the door frame he was leaning on and made his way to your side, leaning down ever so slightly to be more level with you while you both watched Tech work. “What’s your goal here? Memorize every aspect of what he looks like so you can dream about him at night? Or are you going to say something like a normal person?”

“You’re such an ass,” you grumbled, glaring at the ground. “You have no idea how hard this is for me. What if he rejects me? We all live on one very tiny ship, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that tension! Or what if I do tell him and he just doesn’t get what I’m saying and I have to spend ages trying to get more and more blunt and obvious about it. Do you really expect me to live out the rest of my life reliving that moment forever?”

“And what if you tell him and he says he feels the same way?” Crosshair argued back. “Talk to him or leave him alone. You make me want to throw up every time I see how lovesick you are over him.”

“I can’t, Crosshair! I freeze up every time I try!” 

The sniper spun you around to face him. “In this line of work, freezing up could mean death for you and your teammates. You take action when it’s needed; I’ve seen you do it. What’s so different about this? Get it together, walk over there, and tell him how you really feel, before you don’t get to tell him at all.”

You could only blink at him.

------

Hunter peeked around the edge of the Marauder briefly to watch you and Crosshair fighting before turning back to Tech. “You’re going to have to face them eventually, you know.”

“I do not understand your meaning. I face them every day.” Tech soldered a broken wire together, tugging lightly on one end to ensure the connection was strong. “Your statement is baseless.”

“You’re misinterpreting my words on purpose,” Hunter pointed out as he waved to Wrecker. The strongest of them all brought over a massive crate of spare parts and started handing bits of them to Tech. “I’ve seen how you are. Somehow, you’ve mastered the art of having as much interaction with them as possible while also avoiding them.”

“I do not avoid anyone.”

Hunter barked out a laugh. “Oh, really? Then why do you only take piloting shifts when theirs isn’t right before or after yours, or run off into only known safe markets and leave us all behind?” He passed a spanner to his brother. “But when we’re in unfamiliar territory, you refuse to leave their side unless one of us is already sticking with them, and even then you try to weasel your way in. Face it, Tech. We all know you’ve got a bit of a crush on them.”

Tech maneuvered to the underside of the ship, his face a light sheen of red. “Ensuring the safety of a teammate is not evidence of a crush, Hunter. I am merely showing caution in hostile territory.”

“I think the only person who doesn’t know that you’re in love is them,” Wrecker butted in, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to where you and Crosshair were squabbling. Hunter glanced over to see that Crosshair had put you in a headlock and refused to release you until you cried uncle. “You’re not really good at hidin’ it, to be honest.”

Tech huffed. “As I keep telling you both, I—”

Hunter suddenly called out your name, cutting Tech off. “We need to get a few more supplies before we take off. Can you help Tech finish things up here while we head to the stalls?”

Crosshair kicked your leg when you opened your mouth. “Yeah, we can’t trust you to get actual essentials. Besides, you probably know as much about the Marauder as Tech does by this point.”

Before you could protest, the three brothers vanished into the shadows of the docking station.

You gulped. Crosshair’s words looped in your head.

It had to happen at some point, you suppose.

Slowly, you walked to where Tech was gathering up his tools. “I thought you had more work to do?”

“I do,” Tech replied, not looking up from his task, “but the remaining repairs are inside the ship.”

Great, you thought as you followed, all alone and in a confined space. What could possibly go wrong?

------

You were pretty sure that you were going to implode if you spent another minute helping Tech in the cockpit. 

Somehow the man was far too close and much too far away at the same time. You inched nearer and he pulled back. You gave him space and he closed in. Every time you opened your mouth to speak he would unknowingly interrupt with some sort of commentary or delegation, and when you closed it he looked at you expectantly for a comment. Ugh, it was infuriating. Just speak already! Tell him you love him!

You took a deep breath. Alright, this time, for sure. No more backing out. You can do this. It’s just three words. You’ve got this.

You steadied the rickety stepladder that Tech insisted on using to reach a panel in the ceiling. A few safety lights had gone out and Hunter was worried that it was an indication of something bad despite the protests of his sibling.

This was it.

Another breath. “Hey, uh, Tech?”

Tech hummed. His head was completely buried in the darkness of the ship’s interior system.

You squeezed your eyes shut to muster up all the courage you possibly could. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, for… a while now. And I was hoping that, since everyone else is gone, we could talk— HOLY—”

Tech shouted in surprise as the ancient stepladder finally gave out from underfoot, his flailing limbs knocking the both of you over, crashing hard enough into the floor for you both to see stars briefly.

“That hurt,” you muttered as you forced your eyes back open. It took a second for them to focus, but once they did, you realized with a start that you were looking into Tech’s.

Which were mere inches away from yours.

Because he had also fallen.

Conveniently, you cushioned his fall.

Oh no.

Tech’s mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again, and closed again. Even in your horror you couldn’t help but think that he looked an awful lot like a fish.

“I apologize,” he finally spluttered, scrambling off of you and sitting against the wall. “I, it was not my intention to, I mean, that is….” He hesitated. “I’m sorry. Are you injured?”

You slowly sat up, rubbing a hand over the shoulder that hit the ground first. “A little sore, but I’ll be okay. What about you?”

Tech carefully tilted his head back and forth. “Nothing is broken. My fall was successfully broken, albeit accidentally.” He looked back at you, his goggles askew and one lens fractured. “I should have calculated the risks of using that ladder more thoroughly. My carelessness resulted in your harm; I will grab the bacta patches. Remain here.”

“Tech, wait!”

He paused when your hand landed unexpectedly on his upper arm, staring blankly at it before focusing on you. “Yes?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Your… oh, just hold still for a second.” You reached up and removed his goggles, peering at the right lens. The crack didn’t stretch fully across, but the glass was compromised nonetheless and would need a replacement. “They’ll work for now, but I really hope you have a repair kit somewhere for these. Or a whole separate pair.” Carefully, you pulled the bent frame edges back into place before refitting them to his face. “How’s that?”

Tech let out a small puff, the air surprisingly cold against your hot skin.

Wait. Hot?

Oh, you were much closer than you previously thought. Oh. Oh no.

 “Thank you.” Your name escaped Tech’s lips in a whisper.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your head reeling from the proximity between you two. Or the fall and subsequent head injury. “Any time.”

The silence that followed felt like a lifetime, but a clock proved it to be only a few seconds.

“...Tech,” you said slowly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The timing felt so off, so wrong, so inappropriate somehow, but you already let too many ‘proper’ opportunities slip by. You couldn’t take the chance again. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I wanted to tell you that I’m—”

“I love you!” Tech blurted out, grimacing right after for cutting you off.

Now it was your turn to make an impression of a fish.

“I’m… I’ve loved you for some time now. I love your smile, I love the crinkle by your eyes when you squint, I love how you look when you’re lost in thought. I love your laugh, your kindness, the way you look after my brothers just as we do to you. I love the effort you put into helping in any way you can, and how you show grace when someone makes a mistake. I know you’re leaving, but I had to tell you.”

Your finger tapped an uncertain rhythm on the floor of the Marauder, your brain running a thousand miles per second. Tech loved you back? And he thought you were leaving? “Why do you think I’m going away?”

“Echo has gone to work with Captain Rex once more; it was only logical that your recent shift in behavior and desire to express something important indicated you felt similarly,” Tech explained. “Was that… not accurate?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and oh, the sound was so sweet to your own ears. It was a mixture of pure joy and relief. “No, Tech, it wasn’t that. I just wanted to let you know that I love you too.” Your hand found his, your foreheads gently knocking together. “I love how serious you are, how studious you can be, how attentive you are to the world around you. I love how you ask me to explain social mannerisms in exchange for a personalized research dive on whatever I want. I love watching you be confident and skillful in your work, and I love when you let me convince you to relax and let someone else take over. I love you, Tech, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That makes two of us, then,” Tech smiled. “Though I think any further discussion should be put on hold until we get a bacta patch on your shoulder.”

A snort escaped your nose. “I’ll allow a distraction just this once, so long as you promise to help me out with it.”

“Naturally.”

[opbackgrounds]

The Romanticism of One Piece III: Emotionality and the Absurd

AO3 Part I Part II Part IV

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings?” —Charlotte Brontë

After opening with Roger’s death in chapter one, the perspective of the manga immediately switches to focus on our main protagonist, whose first action we see is of him stabbing himself in the face in order to look cool. The introductory panel of Luffy is one of childish, absurd determination. His mouth alone takes up over half his face. It looks a bit silly, and after patching him up, Shanks just…laughs. 

The Romantics, on the whole, were not silly people, but they were bursting at the seams with emotion. If you read a Romantic novel expect the characters to spend a great deal of time soliloquizing about their feelings. If you look at a Romantic painting expect bold colors and dynamism composition. If you listen to a Romantic musician expect songs that are passionate and full of energy, unrestrained from traditional forms. In a word, these people were extra. Specifically, the Romantics embraced the full spectrum of human emotion, from the depths of despair in a work like the Sorrows of Young Werther to the heights depicted within the essays of the American transcendentalism movement. 

This heightened emotionalism of the Romantics always trumped over what was realistic or scientific. For example, look at a work like Jane Eyre. While melodramatic, it’s a work that ostensibly takes place in the real world. Yet the most emotionally-charged moments introduce supernatural elements, including reuniting the main couple at the end when Jane randomly hears Mr. Rochester speak her name on the wind from halfway across the country. 

And by random, I truly do mean random. It’s difficult to put into words how out of left field this is for the reader. There are only a few pages left in the book, and by this time the main couple has spent more time apart than together and had no reason to believe they’d ever be reunited. But their love becomes a literal supernatural force strong enough for Jane to rush after him without hesitation, and they live happily ever after. 

(Please, I beg of you to watch the last 10 minutes of this movie. It was one of the most unintentionally hilarious experiences of my life).

It’s an extreme and slightly goofy example, but what is One Piece if not extreme and slightly goofy? It’s a story that, at its most fundamental level, makes you feel. We all know the pain of crying over a boat, and what makes the death of the Merry, along with any other number of things that should be stupid but aren’t, is Oda’s commitment to sincerity. Emotional truth trumps logic, always. It’s why we celebrate characters like Bellmere who can’t not call herself a mother, even if it costs her her life. The bond of found family is more powerful than the logical choice of denouncing Nami and Nojiko. Oda had other characters try to inject logic into Bellmere’s decision after the fact, but there’s no evidence from Bellemere herself that she was behaving logically, and we love her for it.

The artstyle itself emphasizes emotional truth over realism. Oda is more than capable of drawing in a more realistic or traditionally “cool” style if he wanted to, but it would be to the detriment of the story he’s trying to tell. Every smile takes up half a character’s face. People who are crying are portrayed as sniveling wrecks. Their fury becomes palpable, their hopelessness gut-wrenching, their joy contagious. Oda chose very early on not to give Luffy thought bubbles, and in the absence of knowing what he’s thinking, it was absolutely imperative that the audience knew what he’s feeling. The few times his expression becomes ambiguous immediately stand out and lend a scene a sense of weight that borders on unease.

This expressiveness doesn’t stop with the character designs. Oda will tweak perspective to make important people or places seem even larger than they really are. Buildings will follow Loony Toons logic if a gag calls for it. Locations and ships, particularly once the crew reaches the Grand Line, become absurd and impossible. 

(Remember, Hancock and Mihawk are both only a little over six foot tall)

But for One Piece, it’s in this absurdity that the impossible becomes possible, through sheer force of will. Luffy is on every level ridiculous, but it’s because he’s ridiculous that he chooses at every turn to keep fighting against forces that by all rights should be impossible to defeat. Many of Luffy’s most despicable enemies are the ones who in some way or another have taken away other people’s ability to feel as they wish. Arlong took away Nami’s happiness and made her cry. Crocodile stole Vivi’s ability to smile. The zombies of Thriller Bark are reduced to mindless slaves while the toys under Doflamingo’s rule are physically unable to emote. And perhaps most powerfully of all, the people of Wano and the slaves of the Celestial Dragons are both forced to smile despite their horrific circumstances, a bastardization of the joy Luffy brings no matter where he goes. 

In his prelude to the Lyrical Ballads, William Wordsworth wrote that, “All good poetry is the overflow of powerful emotion”. He linked emotion to motion, or action, with the catalist between the two being the creative power of imagination. While many of Luffy’s fights are ultimately won because he’s able to punch another person real good, the seemingly limited ability of the gum-gum fruit forces him to come up with increasingly-creative ways in which one can stretch, until he’s able to stretch the fabric of reality itself to bend to his whims. It is said, in all the world, that there is no power more ridiculous.

At the end of chapter 218 a galleon falls from the sky, and Oda quotes fictional physicist Willy Karen, stating, “Anything man can imagine is a possibility in reality.” It is through the power of imagination and absurdity that Luffy fights against the forces of oppression. There is nothing more dangerous to an institution than losing its credibility, and nothing so dangerous to one’s credibility than the power of mockery. If one can face the darkest, most difficult times and still laugh then, well, they become a little less dark and difficult. By laughing, and helping others to do the same, it becomes easier to make it through another day. It’s important, I think, that Oda has emphasized the act of laughing so much, drawing attention to it by virtue of giving out unique laughs all throughout the series.

One Piece has the reputation of being "the silly pirate manga". This isn’t untrue, but it does a disservice to the breadth of feeling the series inspires. As I said, we’ve all cried over a boat. Slavery, oppression, and every sort of hardship exist within the One Piece world just as much as it does our own. 

Oda’s answer is to combat these things with the silly and the absurd, by being creative and imaginative while pursuing one’s passions with one’s whole heart, no matter where those passions may lead. He tells the reader you have the right to feel as you wish and pursue joy wherever you may. And when you run up against resistance, you fight like hell for what you believe in. 

And as it turns out, that’s a Romantic virtue, too.

[seeker-ophelia]

Mythal, Solas, and Lavellan

So there’s lots of discussion about Mythal and Solas, and we need to talk about it.

I too, at first, was mad that Lavellan wasn’t enough for Solas.

And then I started thinking about it.

Not only was Mythal his mother, his creator, she coaxed him into being. Into changing his spirit and his purpose.

Regret Number 1.

He let her use his knowledge and wisdom to do a terrible thing, to kill (tranquil) the titans, changing a whole race of people at a molecular magical level.

Regret Number 2.

When that choice created the worst power known to Thedas (the blight) he was responsible again. And Mythal asked him to step up and fight against it, and he did. And a lot of people died.

Regret 3.

Mythal DIED. (IMO The gods blighted her because she stood against them for wanting to use the blight but that’s not important here). And Solas blames himself.

From Solas’ perspective, he is her puppy. Her Emerald Knight. Her General. Her Protector. Her Wisdom. Her servant, her SLAVE. He is BOUND TO HER. And he caused her downfall.

And you’re all like, GEAS! GEAS!

But wait.

From HIS perspective.

Rook says something somewhere along the lines of like, by abstainsing from being the good guy (oh wait maybe it was Varric in the fade…)

By choosing to be the villain instead of the hero is he absolving himself of the guilt (regret) that comes from having to have made those choices.

From Solas’ perspective, he is her slave.

LOOK AT HIS BODY LANGUAGE.

He is a worm in the dirt in front of her. He is a scolded child, a puppy with his tail between his legs.

But in the eyes of Mythal, he was always her friend. The one person who had always stood by her. She did not literally entrap him, or bind him. It was all in Solas’ own head.

He refused to take accountability for his actions, only able to survive through the crushing weight of his own guilt by blaming it on servitude to Mythal.

That’s why Rook escaped the prison. Because she faced her own choices, choices with terrible consequences, and accepted them. Took responsibility for them, and promised to do better.

Remember, after the Temple of Mythal…

Solas…

You gave yourself into the service of an ancient elvhen god!

What does that mean exactly?

You are Mythal’s creature now, everything you do whether you know it or not will be for her. *** You have given up a part of yourself.

***THIS WAS NEVER TRUE. IT WAS NOT TRUE FOR FLEMYTHAL & MORRIGAN, NOR WAS IT TRUE FOR ABELAS, NOR WAS IT TRUE FOR SOLAS. HE JUST WANTED TO BELIVE THAT IT WAS.

…I suppose it is better you have the power than Corypheus. Which leads to the next logical question… What will you do with the power of the Well once Corypheus is dead?

The war proved that we can’t go back to the way things were. I’ll try to help this world move forward. **Lavellan is talking about the mage/templar conflict, but Solas is putting her in his own shoes. Solas reached for power he could not control and fucked the whole world up.

You would risk everything you have with the hope that the future is better? What if it isn’t? What if you wake up to find that the future you shaped is worse than what was? **

**This is literally him asking her what she would do in his shoes. He woke up and the world was in chaos OF HIS MAKING. To prevent an evil HE CAUSED from spreading, he orchestrated the downfall of the people he loved and swore to protect.

I’ll take a breath, see where things went wrong, and then try again.

Just like that?

*He is in shock that she can be so cavalier about the guilt that has rocked him for (4?) millennia.

If we don’t keep trying, we’ll never get it right.

*And this is the only thing that calms him down.

You’re right. Thank You.

For what?

You have not been what I expected, Inquisitor, you have… impressed me.

You have offered hope that is one keeps trying, even if the consequences are grave… that someday, things will be better.

Then, of course, he takes this to mean that he needs to try to put The Evanuris in a different prison and take down the veil which isn’t at all what we meant sweetie but that’s okay get up and try again.

This is a classic case of a person in power not understanding the terrible, horrible consequences of unfettered power imbalances. Because Solas was always Friend to Mythal (Im not going into Freudian sex shit with you weirdos right now).

Solas was Mythals FRIEND.

Mythal was Solas’ EVERYTHING.

co·de·pend·en·cy

/ˌkōdəˈpend(ə)nsē/

noun

excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a partner,

His Mother, General, Creator, Protector, Queen, Goddess.

And he loved her so fiercely with every fiber of his new, physical being.

And he hated it.

And when Lavellan fell for him, and he for her, he was afraid.

Because he would never force a spirit against her purpose, and in his eyes the only way to love is the sick and twisted way he loved Mythal.

But again, from Mythal’s perspective, it wasn’t twisted. Solas was just Solas. And once again the powerful care not for the thoughts and opinions of those beneath them.

And that sin is on Mythal.

And that’s why she comes out and talks to Solas. Both aspects of her. To release him from the bonds that never existed. Be free, friend. You always were, but if you need me to say it I will because I love you.

“I pulled you from the fade and sent you into war. I used your wisdom as a weapon… and it broke you.”

Cole: Is there a way to save more spirits, Solas?

Solas: Not until the Veil is healed. The rifts draw spirits through, and the shock makes demons of them.

Cole: Pushing through makes you be yourself. You can hold onto the you. Being pulled through means you don't have enough you. You become what batters you, bruises your being.

Be free.

“The things that I have done…”

“Are not for you to bear alone, my friend. The many wrongs we did, we did together.”

And he COWERS before her. Shaking and shuddering. FNALLY being absolved of the guilt he’s carried since his inception.

“I release you from my service.”

And he SOBBS. At the RELIEF.

And Lavellan kneels before him (wrong, IMO because they should be equals but its fine)

And he can go back to his original purpose.

Not Pride.

Not Knowledge.

Not even Wisdom.

But Protection.   

“My life force now sustains the veil. With every breath I take, I will protect the innocent from my past failures.”

The Shepherds Wolf. Protecting his flock from those who would do them harm.

And Lavellan promises it won’t be terrible, as long as they’re together.

And maybe Solas can try this different kind of love. A love built on respect, and trust, instead of fear, and obedience.

And he can be his purpose, Protection, and also be a man. And love his vhenan.

Because he is free.

[listleven]

Inducing PC vs your power

You can manifest a wish book that grants every desire you write in it You can manifest a new face You can manifest a cookie

I don’t think you understand the weight of this title. There’s no logic if you assume it’s possible than it is. That means if you want to manifest an entire list of desires it has the same gravity than one singular affirmation. 16 desires = 1 desire. Because there is no logic it is just how it is. You are the one that puts resistance too it. You are the one that decides it’s harder because it’s multiple things. Have we forgotten this is your reality? You make the rules. If that’s what you think then that’s exactly how it will happen.

I was looking at the difference of stuff people manifest when inducing pure consciousness and regular manifesting and I noticed something that should be brought to light. You guys are a lot more care free with your manifestations in your void lists than in general. You can manifest literally anything you want. You want a wish book that grants your wish as soon as you write it down? A unicorn that shape shifts into a dog so no one will ever know? A door to another world like Coraline? An app that takes you to your desired reality? A friend who believes in LOA? You can have it. All of it. This is the type of stuff people will put in their void lists. Now I’m not sayin it as a bad thing. Do what you want. I just want to debunk why this is.

People find it more possible to get it when they are PC. When manifesting something like a safe word to take you into another world it’s easier to believe inducing PC will make it more possible than assuming. Because you would have to affirm the safe word whether the 3d conforms or not you have to not care or control your thoughts to that level. It kind of feels like gaslighting yourself when it’s not. You internally shifted when you said that safe word your external doesn’t matter. But then again what’s the point of the sw it was supposed to take you there physically as well as internally and I get it it’s hard to live in the end when their are situations like this in which you don’t know how to live in the end.

Let go. If you honestly had your desires would really be affirming 24/7 for it. Like actually. Don’t you have other things to do. I think you’ll find if you apply what I said above you will stop caring about your desires you might even resent them but that won’t stop them from being yours if they already inevitably are. Maybe you do need to affirm 24/7 to destroy subconscious beliefs that stop you from assuming with ease. I’ll make a separate post on how it’s easy to remove subconscious beliefs and how you guys overcomplicate it. But seriously you have what you want stop being so jittery imagination should be the goal reprogram your mind to think like that you don’t have to do so much you’ll end up doing it from lack. All you have to do is not go back on yourself. And leave it at that. Or make your own rules.

By putting all your trust in PC you've put it on a pedestal have with-holded power from yourself if you don't have to do anything to manifest as PC then you don't have to do anything to manifest without it.

The advice I give to people who struggle with comprehending any of the previous information is make your own rules. frustrated with all of what I said in the above right? make your own rules then. You are the one making this hard on yourself. Label it rules of manifesting.

Ex. of rules you can make

Doubting DOESN’T affect your manifestation being yours.

Wavering DOESN’T affect your desire being yours.

You manifest instantly.

Your notebook which you named ( insert name ) grants you every wish you write down no matter what not even your thoughts can change it because it becomes inevitable.

The more you dont believe in the rules the more real they are and the more instant your manifestations are

Despite any limiting beliefs my desire are inevitable

Literally anything you want.

Be delusional about it. Know your rules are how manifesting works. Know it’s how you manifest. DON’T GO BACK ON IT. Like who gives a fuck if your 3d didn’t show you your desire write it down in your magical notebook and there it’s inevitable. Assume those rules are true. And they will be despite any limiting beliefs. You can if you want apply a method to this going to sleep affirming these rules are true. Don’t let your past beliefs test you, if you decided it will work then it willl. Don’t make this hard on yourself assume reacting to the 3d DOESN’T make a difference. Now that you know this apply it. Get your dog in disguise unicorn.

I got a concerned follower the other day ask me about multiple people assuming otherwise cancelling out your own assumption. It doesn’t matter how many people are telling you otherwise if you assume that none of them matter then they don’t. They aren’t above you. Literally just assume it doesn’t matter you are the most powerful operant. The collective doesn’t overpower your own assumptions. In fact you assumed them to say otherwise in the first place whether you knew it or not. Change your assumptions. And watch them unfold. You have the power not them.

~ With love, Jyspire

[howlingday]

Jaune Arc is NOT Human

MEANWHILE AT NEW BEACON

Jaune: And that's how I beat Roman Torchwick!

Ruby: Yeah, that's great, Jaune. I think we've all foughten Roman Torchwick at least once here.

Jaune: Not as a normal human being, you haven't~.

Weiss: You do realize I'm human, too, right?

Jaune: Well, Weiss Schnee is human, but White Glyph? That's, uh- That's just not the same thing.

Weiss: Really?!

Jaune: No powers, no nothin'! Just the peak of human condition!

Oscar: Do you even still believe that?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Oscar: It's just that, with all the things you've been able to do, would you really still consider yourself a "normal human being"?

Jaune: I'm- I'm not following.

Ruby: Look, it's been fun, picking on you for being the one guy not starting out with aura or having a semblance from the start, but the whole "just a human" thing is starting to lose some steam with all the looney toons logic you've been throwing around recently.

Jaune: Like what?

Ruby: Well, there was that time you tanked a hit from the FUCKING ARGUS COLOSSUS with just your aura and walked it off?!

Ruby: Or the time you hit Cinder so fucking hard that the shockwave triggered a FOUR TON CHAIN TO SHAKE?!

Ruby: I mean, for fuck's sakes, Jaune! Every day, you're taking hits with the same kind of force that the REST OF US have to have years of training and stamina to deal with, but you just get right back up! We can't be in the same realm of durability! I'm the silver-eyed warrior, but you're the blue-eyed punching bag!

Jaune: Oh, come on! I've been hurt pretty bad in the past, too, y'know!

Ruby: Yeah, back at the start, but even then, you couldn't do half the shit you're doing now!

Jaune: Peak human conditioning and years of training, Ruby! What else can I say~?

Oscar: Jaune, the Argus Colossus is designed to fight literal kaijus! What fighting technique did Pyrrha Nikos teach you that allowed you to fight literal building-leveling damage?

Jaune: Actually, that was something I picked up while you guys were taking the train to Argus.

Ruby: Look. we're all huntresses and huntsmen here, and sure, we can get away with a bunch of bullshit on the regular, but maybe we should, like, sweep away the whole "just human" thing after everything we've already talked about? Because at some point, we're just- We are well and far past that.

Jaune: Yeah, but I'm still just a regular, human being.

Weiss: Be serious!

Jaune: Literally anyone can do what I do! All you need is time, energy, patience, discipline, and a- and a really good therapist. Like an insanely good therapist. Like, more good than you think good enough is. Which, uh, it should be a given, but like, way, way more than you could ever think you could hope to think is just good enough.

Jaune: Wait a minute, I know what this is! You guys are just upset that an average joe like me can stand up to the likes of you!

Weiss: What do you mean average?! Were you listening at all?!

Jaune: Yeah, you mad~.

Ruby: You want to talk "average joe"? How about Uncle Qrow? You think he's capable of pulling half the shit you've done?

Jaune: Well, no, but, well, Qrow is like, well, mid-tier human conditioning. You have to aim a little bit higher to get to that.

Oscar: You have a human tier system?

Jaune: Yeah, see, he put all his points into alcoholism and bad luck bullshit, but I'm kinda more of an- More of an even spread kind of human.

Ruby: JAUNE, I WATCHED YOU BENCH AN 8000 POUND GRIMM!

Ruby: YOU ARE NOT JUST A HUMAN BEING!

Jaune: AND DO YOU KNOW WHY I CAN DO THAT?!

Ruby: Oh, why? Because you're basically Batman-

Jaune: BECAUSE I'M GOOD AT WHAT I DO!

Ruby: ...A-Alright?

Jaune: And because I'm basically Batman!

Ruby: (Group groans) THAT DOES IT! I want a fucking DNA test!

Jaune: And you know what you're gonna find? I'm 99% human, 1% depression!

Ruby: You're 1% depression?

Jaune: You want a DNA test, that's what you're gonna find!

Weiss: What does that even mean?!

Jaune: Exactly what it means!

Ruby: Wait, I... A-Are you being serious?

Jaune: I wouldn't joke about this, Ruby!

Ruby: So your DNA is, like, 99% human and 1%, like, the concept of depression?

Oscar: How would you even achieve that?

Jaune: Hey, the technology is right there! Anything's possible with the right amount of time and therapy, and- and good therapy? Again, forget it.

Oscar: Jaune, if you're really as human, and normal human at that as you say you are, aren't you just the least bit concerned about the negative effects your lifestyle has on your body when it all eventually catches up to you?

Jaune: Listen, I am in peak human condition, and what that means is that I've pushed the human form to near absolute perfection. I am an example to all others that it doesn't take super-powers to make a difference. That anyone willing to push themselves to greatness can achieve that greatness and go even further beyond!

Jaune: I am at my absolute prime, and I'm only going to get better and better! I'm gonna live fore- (Collapses)

Oscar: ...

Weiss: I think he had a stroke.

Oscar: That is pretty human.

Weiss: Oh, yeah. Got us there.

Ruby: Yup, pretty human.

Oscar: ...

Ruby: ...

Weiss: Y'know, it's a room full of huntresses and I... I'm just noticing that none of us are doing anything here.

Oscar: That is pretty weird.

Ruby: You're right, yeah. We're just kinda just sitting here.

Weiss: ...We should probably- Probably bring him to a hospital, or something, right?

Ruby: ...Yeah.

DIRECTED BY HOWLINGDAY ORIGINAL BY SOLID JJ