#and respectfully is fine af

[moonchild-in-blue]

Heard you haven’t looked at your husband’s face all day, we can’t be having that, here he is

*ahem*

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The fact that even Adam has acknowledged this one as one of his fav shots. Beautiful man right there. Gorgeous. Teeth are bomb. Body is peng (respectfully). ARM. ARM. HE INDEED HAS AN ARM. STUNNING LIMB. Exquisite. Excellent. Exemplary appendage.

[51316120825]

Zane Lowe is 50??!!!! 😭😭 he looks amazing likeeee

[arkiliastuff]

GOOD LORD-- GREAT HEAVENS WE ARE IN BIG TROUBLE 😳🔥💦 ERM---

CLOSE!!!!!! THE!!!!! GYMS!!!!!! IMMEDIATELY!!!!!

[syndullqs]

soft mornings — clone trooper headcanons

summary — what soft mornings look like with some of our favorite troopers

warnings — painstakingly soft, gn!reader, some cheeky moments with cody, might be a part 2

note — UH YEAH ITS BEEN A MINUTE HI! this won the poll so it’s FINALLY out. sorry if it sucks…pls enjoy!

arc trooper fives

shore leave with fives is not short of fun

but there’s also moments where the two of you just need to relax together

you’re sipping a cup of caf one morning, reading something on your datapad when fives walks in, his hair tousled which is coupled with the grey sweatpants

aka he’s lookin fine af

he sits down next to you on the couch, and you watch him as he settles his head on your shoulder

fives is clingy, but especially in the mornings

you set your datapad down on your lap, and with your free hand your buried your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

which earned you several grunts and moans from fives

“you’re a mess,” you would tell him, and he’d only bring himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“but i’m your mess,” he’d look up at you with the biggest brown eyes full of love and ugh

once that man gets caf in his system though it’s over

captain rex

due to unpopular belief, rex is not a morning person

like he would rather be stuck in bed, curled up with a blanket than be anywhere else

so when he is on shore leave, the bed is his best friend

not that you would be complaining

the sun would be peaking through the curtains, brushing against his skin, casting shadows on his muscles.

aka he looks ethereal

you sit yourself on your elbows, running a hand over his back and leaning over to press kisses between his shoulder blades

rex just groans, not wanting to wake up and face the day, but also the feeling of your touch is sending him through the roof.

“good morning, my love,” you would hum in between kisses to his shoulder blades

��mornin’,” he mumbled back.

aka an absolute softie

mornings with rex are always soft, always warm, and always safe

rex has never felt safer whenever he’s with you on shore leave

captain howzer

now this man, THIS MAN, is a morning person and boy does it show

he loves getting up before you when he’s on shore leave, making you breakfast and a hot cup of caf

he loves the quiet mornings despite how rare they are

you’d get up after feeling his lack of being there, following the smell of breakfast

you’d wander into the kitchen, find howzer standing with his back to you

shirt off ofc

you’d wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek between his shoulder blades

a very sweet and very warm moment for the both of you.

the feeling of your arms around him secures him in place, it tells him he’s ok.

you’re his safe place

“smells absolutely amazing,” you hummed, earning a deep chuckle from howzer

“glad it does, it means i’m not burning it,” he replied as he twisted his body to kiss you on top of your head.

howzer loves cooking, even if he’s not that great at it

you definitely teach him

mornings with howzer are soft, but be ready because the slowness to the morning doesn’t last long with him

commander cody

if there’s anyone out of this bunch who’s cheeky in the mornings it’s cody

but he has his soft moments too

he doesn’t stay in one position all night, he’s definitely one who will fall asleep one way and wake up another.

he wakes up first, and when he sees you’re still asleep?

he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

he’ll watch you for a bit before he brings you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms

you would slowly wake up, but would melt right back into his touch.

it would be all soft, cody running his fingers up and down your back

and then he’d start kissing your neck

“cody!” you would squeal out in surprise

“what? you’re my breakfast,” he’d say casually

“whatever, lover boy,” you would blush.

his hands would roam, but they would respectfully

he never would do anything you weren’t comfortable with

so, mornings with him were always a little cheeky, but always soft and warm

commander wolffe

wolffe isn’t used to being on shore leave, no matter how many times he’d done it

but for some reason whenever he started dating you he eased up

clearly there’s an obvious reason

mornings are rough for him

he’s up early, sitting in the living room, with his sweats on and a hot cup of caf in his hands

mind you it’s not even light out

but you feel an absence without him, so you crawl out of bed and wander into the living room

“hun?” you softly called to him, and he turned his head to face you

wolffe definitely doesn’t get good sleep

so, when he sees you wander into the living room, his shoulders sag and he relaxes.

“couldn’t sleep, so just came out here,”

you sit yourself in his lap, and he absolutely loves it

he loves you being close to him; it helps him relax and it does help him sleep

the two of you would sit there, in silence, and wolffe would focus on you and your presence

you’re his grounding point, and no matter how quickly sleep evades him, you always manage to help him rope it in

commander fox

we all know that fox isn’t a morning person. like, at all.

when he gets a chance to sleep in, much less sleep at all, he’s sleeps HARD

fox is also a cuddle bug, fight me

like he wants to be close to you, but he doesn’t want nor like anyone knowing that about him

mornings with him are always started with him refusing to wake up

“we’ve got to get up, my love,” you’d groan, trying to wiggle out of the tight grasp he had you in

“i’m off, no we don’t,” he’d mumble into your neck, causing shivers to crawl down your body.

so you would lay there, your fingers threading through fox’s curls

he’d feel the safest with you, he’d feel seen by you, and those two things were the most important things to him, besides you of course

“what if i make you breakfast and caf?” you hum into his ear

now, that gets him going

“i’ll get up for that, especially since you’re making it,” he lifted his head out of the crook of your neck and kissed you

you’d end up laying there still, by the way

probably end up falling back asleep because who wouldn’t want to cuddle fox and tell him he’s gonna be ok

[kazumi-himura]

WHAT THE ACTUAL F—

Chistmas edition (I KNOW IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS YET BUT UGHHH)

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Puppet!reader x Wanderer

Ok so this is basically after Scaramouche erased his existence and for some reason you remembered him (bcuz of true love or smth xd sorry for cringe). Sethos Traveller, and Paimon are planning to give something to Wanderer so he knows he is not alone and wouldn't evolve into an emo again. And surprisingly not, they decided to choose you as his gift.

WARNING : Emotionally constipated ex-harbinger, shit post, Sethos, Traveller, and Paimon being menaces to society (mostly Paimon), tired af you, traveller is male, "abumbalakada" - Sethos, ":)" - Traveller, "Kidnapping is legal" - Paimon, crack but a lil bit of fluff at the end, awkward moments between you and Wanderer.

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Sumeru, December 24th, 11:38 PM

Snow wasn't supposed to fall in Sumeru, and yet here it was, drifting over domed rooftops and jungle trees like an awkward seasonal glitch. It coated everything in soft white stillness.

In a dark alley behind a patisserie, three figures hunched around a very large cardboard box.

Sethos rubbed his temples. “Okay. Just one more time. Slowly. We are… kidnapping a sentient puppet.”

“She’s not resisting!” Paimon whisper-yelled, arms flapping. “She’s emotionally docile! It's fine!”

Traveller nodded, already lining the box with tinsel and fairy lights.

Sethos pointed. “She’s literally sitting on a bench doing absolutely nothing. That doesn’t mean she’s okay with being wrapped up and hand-delivered like some kind of cursed Build-a-Boyfriend expansion pack.”

Paimon beamed. “It’s romantic!”

“It’s a felony."

"It's a matchmaking!"

They all looked toward you. Menacingly.

You sat perfectly still, barely breathing— if you even breathed at all— your gaze locked somewhere on the horizon like you were waiting for the end of the world or the return of common sense.

Your uppet joints gleamed faintly under your scarf. There was a mechanical grace to your stillness. You sighed softly for the nth time.

Sethos blinked. “Is she even alive?”

“She’s thinking.” Paimon hissed reverently. “About Hat Guy. Obviously. She’s made of his leftover parts, remember? Or maybe she is rethinking the past 500 years.”

“That doesn’t make this less weird. That makes this so much worse.”

“Exactly!”

Traveller silently held up a long pink ribbon and a tag that read:

To: Wanderer

From: Definitely Not Criminals ;)

Ten Minutes Later

You had been tied up.

Very carefully. Very respectfully. But also very undeniably.

Your wrists were bound gently with pastel silk, legs were folded neatly beneath you. Ribbons trailed over your puppet limbs like decorations on a forgotten relic. A big silver bow rested atop your head.

Even your mouth was muffled—though not tightly, just symbolically. A satin strip pressed lightly over your lips like a “shh” written in fabric

You were done with life af. Not resisting, just taking your another 1048208302849403th sigh, accepting your fate.

You blinked. Slowly.

“She's so elegant,” Paimon whispered. “Like if ennui had a physical form.”

“She's not blinking normally,” Sethos said. “It’s like... she’s buffering.”

Traveller slid the lid closed.

Wanderer’s House, 12:09 AM

Wanderer, in his sleveeless top, his coat hung up somewhere, and bitter solitude, glared at his teacup, contemplating life choices.

Knock knock knock.

His gaze snapped to the door.

Another knock.

He stands up and approached the door to opened it cautiously— only to find a suspiciously large glitter-drenched box resting on his porch, faintly jingling.

He stared at it for five full seconds. Then:

“Nope.”

And shut the door.

Knock knock knock.

It jingled.

Grimacing, he opened it again, pried open the top— and lo behold—

There, inside, lay a puppet. His puppet.

No. Not his.

But… his.

You blinked up at him. Silent. Bound in ribbons. Wrapped in a way that made it impossible to deny the intention: gift.

His mouth opened, closed, opened again.

".."

“...What in the actual Archon-blasted, glitter-infested, emotionally manipulated HELL is this—”

"DO YOU LIKE HER?!”

He turned sharply.

Bush. Three shadows. Two giggles. One fleeing.

Sethos: “Abort! Abort!”

Paimon: “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

Traveller: *vanishing into the night like a war criminal after he scattered glitters all over the place*

Wanderer looked back down at you.

You looked up at him, eyes staring back into his with the same confused look— though not as confused as he is—

Your mouth covering shifted just slightly with your next blink.

He crouched down, tugged it away gently.

“…Hi." you whispered.

It was the same voice. Soft. Barely audible. Like a memory smothered under time.

“Y/n.." he muttered, your name sounds so so—sweet when he said it.

"..yes?"

"They just… tied you up. In a box.”

"Yes.."

“You didn’t fight back?”

"No.."

You looked off to the side.

He closed his eyes. Sighed. “You could’ve said no.”

You blinked at him. Slow. Doll-like. Then murmured, “...They used glitter.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course they did.”

He lifted you gently from the box, ribbons jingling, and carried you inside bridal-style, like a man too tired to argue with fate.

You hide your face in his shoulders and succesfully hiding the redness on your face.

The house was quiet, warm with magic. He set you down on the couch.

Silent.

His eyes dropped to your wrists. The silk restraints still tied neatly. He hesitated.

“...Do you want me to undo these?”

You paused. Then nodded.

"Mhm.."

He knelt, undid the ribbons carefully. Your arms lowered slowly— like a wind-up toy, winding back into motion.

Awkward silence.

Jingle.

More awkward silence.

“…You’re not staying, right?” he asked, unsure if it was a wish or a warning.

You tilted your head slightly.

“I mean, you shouldn’t stay. This is weird. I mean.. after everything— That’s like…” he gestured vaguely, voice uncharacteristically soft. “Romantic Frankenstein.”

You said nothing. Just sipped the cocoa he’d set down beside you. Your movements were smooth but doll-like. Ribbon still dangled from one wrist.

He groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

“…You can sleep on the couch.”

"Okay.." You smiled.

He hesitated, then added: “I’ll burn the glitter tomorrow.”

"..."

"Thank you.."

His lips twitched slightly, as if holding back a few words or.. a smile.

The ribbon on your ankle jingled faintly when you shifted.

And yet, despite everything—the box, the bow, and— whatever this is— the fact you were technically recycled out of him—he didn’t ask you to leave in order to avoid his bitter past— just like he did when he was Scaramouche.

Because for the first time in a long, cold existence… something in his chest where his heart was supposed to be— fluttered.

Maybe he should thank those bastards..

[lexsssu]

NGL, you mentioning Leon Kennedy is now making me think he's clingy af to everyone who loves him, 'cause I've been getting the urge to replay RE2R/RE4 recently just because of him.

To, uh, gaze at him respectfully. Very respectfully. 👀👀👀

Bro yesssssssssssss

I swear that bby boi is so affection-starved after everything that happened to him that the moment he finds real love, there's no way he's holding back <3

And with that, here's what I came up for Leon so far because he decided to invade my dreams-- HAHAHAHA

TAGS: Older!Leon (late 30s-early 40s)/F!reader(early-mid 20s), age gap, pervy thoughts, affection-starved!Leon, headcanons Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Older!Leon who'd all but given up any semblance of a normal relationship after everything he's gone through. He lazes about in the coach of the cheap apartment he sentenced himself into living in (despite the swanky and secure government housing freely provided as one of the top agents) with a cold beer while some random series was playing on low volume on the TV

Older!Leon who hears knocking on his door and begrudgingly answers it only to be met with the prettiestcutestmostgorgeousmouthwatering person he'd ever seen in his life

Older!Leon gets a full whiff of your strawberries & cream scent even before you opened your mouth and has him thinking of everything that is innocent, good, and worth protecting in this world. He then realizes that you'd already introduced yourself and that he'd been staring at you like a creep this whole time

“Kennedy…Uhhh…Leon S. Kennedy,” he half mumbles and states as he tries not to look too deeply into your eyes lest he finds himself lost in their depths. He doesn’t need to look more of a creep than you might have already thought he was

 And when you don’t immediately run for the hills, he internally sighs in relief. It’s a foreign feeling to him, because after all the horrors he’d witnessed and experienced, the last thing he ever worried about was how other people perceived him

That he was actually worried about what you thought about him despite having only met is both alarming and yet somehow…comforting? It tells him that despite how broken he thinks he is, he’s not so broken as to no longer care at all about anything

…It also helps that you’re such a cutie that it’s impossible for him not to care about you. Especially when you keep bringing him your homemade food all the time

The animal part of his brain rumbles with pleasure at how you were already being such a good mate by making sure he’s well-fed when he’d yet to properly bond you to him. It reinforces the idea that some part of you unconsciously knew that he was the one for you

“It’s the first time I’ve lived on my own, and I guess I’m just not used to making only food for one. I don’t like letting food go to waste either, so I thought maybe one of the neighbors might appreciate it. Safe to say that I never get to any of the other neighbors since you’re always gratefully accepting my cooking, Mr. Kennedy”

Had he been a lesser man, your playful teasing would have resulted in you pinned to the floor as he loomed over you, covering your naughty little mouth with his. He could already imagine the tiny squeak you’d let out in surprise or the delicious whimpers he’d coax from your plush lips that he’d only swallow up

“I think we’re more than acquainted enough to get past our surnames, don’t you think? Just Leon is fine with me, doll.” 

The first time he hears his given name spoken from your lips, his traitorous brain conjures up an image of you with your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as he fucks your pretty pussy open with his cock 

Was he getting too attached because you were the first person outside of the dangerous world he lived in who showed genuine care without expecting anything in return?

…Perhaps

But did he really care? 

Honestly, no

If anything, it’s only a matter of time until he no longer had to imagine waking up next to you in the morning or getting back home from a mission or the office and having you wrapped in a pretty little apron without anything underneath waiting patiently for him

[lodinsxnl]

Doing a slight redesign of my Vtuber that feels a bit more me!

Ive also been really into the idea of a rascally bunny boy so I had to make him :3c

[go2000s]

Alright first of all, well done lionesses. Now please keep this up against spain! Hempo was on fire!!

Can we please rest my arsenal girlies in the next game Serena. Leah was out there ready to throw hands...

I have literally NEVER seen Leah this mad. I cant clearly see what really happened, whether the foul was intentional or not, but her reaction makes me feel like it was.

That being said, respectfully speaking, it was hot af! No one should be allowed to look soo fine while being mad. It makes a girl feel... things. And then there came Alex Greenwood with that hand on throat.....

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[kxsagi]

i can't say he's underrated so i love white haired isagi 😛💗

almost feels wrong to be talking about isagi and not my AMAZINGG boyfriend for every single freaking life rin itoshi 😛😛

BUTTTT i must appreciate this isagi 🤞❤️‍🩹 (can i devour the second pic he looks so jsdjjfxjjdsjsn there!!!!!)

TAKE CAREE OF YOURSELF 💗💗💗 and about that annabelle doll erm 🤗

i love white-haired isagi too, but respectfully... GO BACK TO RIN

LMAO JUST KIDDING, i know my boyfriend/husband is fine af and it's no surprise that other people notice that too and talk about it

what can i say, i go for personality AND looks

yes you can devour the second pic bc you asked, but i will take care of myself and you do the same, too, okay? 💕💕💕

though if i catch you frothing at the mouth over my man... annabelle get her

[musiclover347]

Dont take this the wrong way but aside from Margiela theres not rlly any other so say its always belgium feels like a bit of a stretch respectfully

Wow perfect timing ... Matthieu Blazy for Chanel 2025 🥳 .

The Antwerp Six ?? - Ann De Meulemeester - Raf Simons - AF Vandevorst !! - Dries Van Noten - Walter Van Beirendonck - Glenn Martens reviving DIESEL .... & Y/Project in 2013 . - Pieter Mulier's last collection for ALAÏA . - Balenciaga's c-d Demna Gvasalia graduating Antwerp Royal Academy of Fine Arts ... Which btw has an acceptance rate of like 10% - Marine Serre graduating La Cambre - Matthieu Blazy for Bottega - Dirk van Saene - Olivier Theyskens for Nina Ricci was perfect . - Kris Van Assche for Dior - Anthony Vaccarello iconic collection for YSL 2016 - ........

[pazzibueckets]

I agree with you lol cause I see so many young kids on this app saying things and I won’t argue but I’m like first off Azzi is so pretty, like genuinely her face card? also body is tea, respectfully loll Paige ain’t leaving all that. But I don’t think they get the more important part of a relationship which is just love & loyalty. Their connection is something special and not one you can just replace and you can tell when they talk about each other and the way P always ran back to A all summer long. they are each other’s home.

Hope we all get a love like this fr 😭

Heavy on hoping we all get a love like that because I have yet to find it😑 But yeah their love is much more than looks. They just both got lucky with the fact that their person that they met at such a young age grew up to be fine af. I really need them to do a tell all one day because I wanna hear everything about their love story.

[oliviasturniolo21]

your so bitchy, like wtf… you literally are such a fucking hypocrite it’s crazy. one second your gonna kys, the next your fine. tf?! if you wanna die sm then kys. who gives af. at least keep it to your self like damnnn. your always up in peoples business like be original. BTW while i’m at it, should we talk about your writing, THATS NOT FUCKING WRITING! the plots are so bad and unrealistic it’s crazyyyy. anyway respectfully fuck you.

Thanks ig..

[fandomwe1rd0]

The Rick and Morty anime is insufferable

Now, just to be clear, I am NOT making fun of anyone who likes the anime! If you like it, that's great! I'm glad that you are able to like it, everyone has different tastes, and I won't hate on you for liking something that doesn't hurt anyone…butttttt that being said, I am going to be VERY harsh towards the anime, so if you like the anime, this probablyyyy isn't the post for you, now if you want to kindly and respectfully disagree with me, then that's completely fine! Now, for everyone that wants to see me hating on this anime, all of my problems and reasons for disliking it under the cut!

Okkkk first off, I am going to say the things I actually like about it!

I like the art style! It feels weird seeing Morty with a neck lol. I like how they kept his big ass head though. The proportions are a little weird, but I feel like it adds to the charm of it in a way

Guys…I FUCKING LOVE THE THEME SONG OH MY GODDDD! I'm ashamed to admit I like it more than the show's theme song. It's just so fucking good and it always gets me hyped even if I know the episode will be bad!

I really like the fluidity of the Tammy and Space Beth fight scene! Like it was fucking awesome! The way it was animated is really good, it made the 2nd episode my favorite actually even if the 2nd episode is still…still not good.

On that note, I feel like they improved Space Beth's character, I mean I didn't really like her in the show, she kinda just felt like Beth (Ik the point she's mean to be like Beth but shush) with no noticable differences besides being ruder. Her getting with domestic Beth is also weird af so I'm glad they ignored that plotline.

And uhm…uhm…I uh…baby Morty was cute andddddd uh…..well….uh….okay onto the cons!

There's like no humor, and even the like, 2 jokes in the first episode weren't funny (The joke about the galactic federation using sex toys as torture toys for clone Rick came off as more uncomfortable than funny to me) and the joke (I think it was a joke?) about Morty clutching his vr helment and crying about how he'll never find love again in the 2nd episode just made me mad, they turned Morty into some pathetic crying helpless baby, but more on that later. Like ik it's meant to be different from the show, but if you're gonna to make an anime verison of a comedy show…it should be funny..even the jokes they do make just…aren't funny.

Too much fan service, ok, ok, ok, before anyone says anything YES I do know that the original show is no stranger to fan service, like in season 6, yes, they did show Rick in a suit, and yes, they did show Rick with 6 packs, but in the show's defense, if you're a show with 71 episodes so far, it's completely fair to have some fan service, but in 4 episodes, their seems to be too much, I mean they show Rick naked twice in the span of 4 episodes, and Morty constantly calling Rick Grandpa (Even with a Rick that didn't want to be called Grandpa) feels a lot like fan service.

Rick and Morty not interacting, this is a big one for me, Rick and Morty are the heart of the show, their dynamic is a huge part of what makes the show great, I mean the show is literally called RICK AND MORTY but they don't interact at all, they did interact in season 4, but it's literally just a few sentences and that's it. I was hoping they would get their own episode but nope! It should be called Morty and Elle because so far they are the only ones that interact a lot. And hohohoh…don't worry….I was absolutely talk about Elle…now again, with the show, Rick and Morty don't interact every episode, and they don't have to, obviously, but if it's a Rick and Morty show, you should set up their dynamic as soon as possible. Even when you see a little bit of their dynamic, it's really bad…literally the best thing about their dynamic is that Rick loves Morty but is scared to show it, but literally in the first minute where they ACTUALLY interact Rick says "Worst case scenario, I just need a strand of your hair to make a clone" ??? WHAT!? I hate that line soooo much. Rick couldn't handle it if Morty died, but here he doesn't care when Morty's life is in danger??? DID THEY EVEN WATCH THE SHOW?? Did they watch a Rickle In Time??? Where Rick literally SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR MORTY!? Ughhhh I fucking hate that lineeee.

The tone is off. It lacks the energy the original show has, whether you like or dislike the show, you can't deny that it has an unmistakable energy put into it, even with the worst episode, cough RICKDEPEDENCE SPRAY cough there's still a certain energy to it. Like for example, the energy in Rickfending Your Mort always cheers me up when I'm having a day, hyped me up or makes me happier on a good day, but the anime feels so soulless. It lacks the energy. It just feels so tired if that even makes sense. Maybe it the colors or the voices or something, but it lacks the soul and energy that the original show has, like with the show, you can tell that love was put into it, but with the anime, it feels so bland.

It doesn't have to be a Rick and Morty property, now, if this was just some random sci-fi anime, I probably wouldn't care about it, hell, I probably wouldn't even watch it, and that's the point, I feel like the director knew nobody would watch this if it was a random sci-fi anime, but an easy way to get viewers is to use an already popular sci-fi property, that's where Rick and Morty comes in, it doesn't have anything specific that makes it HAVE to be Rick and Morty, like I know the galactic federation is there, and the infinite universe thing, but other than that, there's not a lot of specifically Rick and Morty things it does, I mean nobody's in character, Rick and Morty's dynamic isn't correct, there's no side characters from the original show, hell, I don't think Rick even makes a portal, I don't think we ever saw his portal gun, it could've just been a normal sci-fi anime, it would've still been bad, but it wouldn't be shitting on a show that means so much to me that I love, it doesn't feel like they wanted to make it out of love for the original show, it feels like they wanted to make a sci-fi anime, and wanted a quick way to gain viewers.

The relationships are built very unnaturally, 3 words, show don't tell, that's the main rule in storytelling, I'm just gonna be honest, the relationships in the anime are the prime example of tell don't show, again sorry for comparing it to the show so much, but I just want to show where it fails where the show succeeds, even if I wasn't comparing it to the show, these are still issues if the show wasn't connected to Rick and Morty, it's not bad just in the context of it being a Rick and Morty show, it's bad in general, good? Good. Ok let's move on, in the show, Rick and Morty's dynamic and them caring about each other is built in a very human and natural way, but in the anime, none of the characters have any chemistry, and, an example being Morty and Elle (Fuck you Elle) they tell us Morty feels comfortable and safe Elle, it tells us that Morty and Elle love each other, but it doesn't show it through their interactions, they feel more like friends when they aren't kissing or anything, Elle also kissed Morty without his consent so fuck you Elle!

It doesn't feel like they watched the show. Along with nobody being in character, besides like, maybe Jerry, it doesn't do anything that makes you feel like they watched the show, it's hard to explain, but for example like with Rick and Morty animatics, you can tell they watched the show, but the anime just doesn't have the feel, humor, characters, or really anything to make you feel like they watched and understood the show. Again, I know it's the anime, it's not going to be exactly the same, but it wouldn't hurt for them to make it clear that they watched the show.

The character assassination. Whew this part is gonna be long, buckle in, I'm only going to talk about Rick and Morty, Elle will have her own section (I hate her so fucking much you have no idea)

Rick and Morty are the worst character assassination in the anime. Not all of the characters were assassinated, but they massacred my boys and I will not stand for that.

Rick isn't likable. I'll just say it right here. Rick is amazingly likable in the show and is actually my favorite character. But in the anime, he's just unlikable. Not only does he casually state that he'll just make a clone of his grandson if he dies, but he's an asshole, not in a lovable way, he's so boring, he lacks the chaotic energy that makes Rick entertaining. The thing is, I think he's actually a nihilist which uhm..isn't interesting to watch. He isn't funny, interesting, complex, he doesn't get called out, he doesn't have character development, he's not pathetic, he's no charismatic, he doesn't seem to have a heart, literally everything I like about the original character is gone. They absolutely massacred him.

Morty…oh nooooo! LOOK AT HOW THEY MASSACRED MY BOY! They literally just make him into a pathetic shivering fragile sensitive baby and that's not who he is. It's pathetic. They also make him into a helpless baby who always need someone to hold their hand, mainly Elle, and that's just not who he is. Sure he needs help at times, and of course he cries sometimes, but he isn't just a helpless crying baby who always needs people to do things for him, they try so hard to make him a cute kid, they call him "Grandpa" so many times, even when long-haired Rick didn't want to call him Grandpa, it's just so unnatural.

I FUCKING HATE ELLE OHHH MY GOOOODDD! She makes the animes feel like a self-insert fanfic. Everyone loves her, everyone trusts her, she's strong, pretty, smart, like COME THE FUCK ON! She is a weird mix between a self-insert and mary-sue. There's nothing wrong with her, she's pretty, people love her, she gives the characters the advice they need, she saved Rick and Morty's lives, she's very important to the story, she's the worst of all worlds, she sucks, I HATE HER! She's so annoying, she's actually infuriating. She turns the show into a self-insert fanfic. Actually ALL of the characters feel like they are from a bad fanfic, but I believe that's totally Elle's fault. FUCK ELLE!

Now, I know I'm really harsh towards the anime, but that's because I love Rick and Morty and I want the anime to be great, and I believe it can be great, and I really hope it improves before the seasons ends!

[lespetitesmortsde]

short hair laudna? it's been making the rounds

It's been a minute since you sent this, but yes, love short-haired Laudna. This takes place circa episode 65 with (apparently) some elements of 77 thrown in. Now, here's the thing. I fully intended this to be a short and fluffy little thing. We're talking like the 1,000 words realm of things, if that.

What happened, you see, is that Laudna went "what if we had a long overdue conversation?" and Imogen laughed at me. So instead, you get this thing which has some light-heartedness and they at least start to discuss some feelings in the kitchen because conversing in the kitchen is domestic AF and I love that for them.

For full disclosure, I haven't seen episode 77 yet, but I have been informed that there are some similar themes/topics happening.

You can read it on AO3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51582754

Call Me a Midlife Crisis

It was getting late. Imogen craned her neck to see a few extra inches to the left through the window in Zhudanna’s kitchen. Laudna should’ve been back by now.

She’d just gone into the market for a couple of crafting supplies, she’d said. “Oh, just a bit of string, maybe some yarn, and of course I need to see what they have for fabrics now. They were awfully short when we were here last.”

Imogen had offered to accompany her, given how easy navigating the populace was now that she’s got the circlet on, but Laudna had gently rejected her offer. She’d wanted to pick something up for Imogen, too, and didn’t want her spoiling the surprise.

So, knowing Laudna as well as she does, it should’ve taken her two hours, three at most to get caught up in all the market’s offerings and make her way back. She was passing the four and a half hour mark.

“Do you want me to make you some tea, dear?” Zhudanna’s voice floated into the kitchen from the sitting room doorway. Imogen whirled around to meet her knowing eye.

“Oh, no, I’m okay, I’m sure everything’s fine,” Imogen lied, fighting to keep the trembling out of her vowels. Zhudanna didn’t need to know that every passing minute exacerbated her anxiety about Laudna’s safety.

“Well, alright dear, have a nice evening,” Zhudanna said and a few moments later Imogen heard the door to her room click shut.

Imogen looked over to the armchair in the sitting room where she’d been waiting for the first three hours. Her book still lay open on the end table, spine broken, and her glasses were haphazardly tossed beside it. She couldn’t even remember what was in the chapters she’d read.

Her fingers felt empty without Laudna nearby to hold, to reach for. The room felt cold without her constant movement, her fidgeting, the way her fingers moved relentlessly against her skirt, her hair, Imogen.

She reconsidered, for the sixth time, Sending to Laudna. Just to check in, make sure she’s alright. It had worked once over a short distance, even with Ruidus fucking things up. Maybe it would work again. And if it gave her a headache, that was fine, that would be worth it if it could confirm that Laudna was okay. That she was safe and on her way home.

Holding the bloodwell vial in her hand, she felt the prickle of power gathering at the ends of her fingers. Just as she reached to cast the spell, the front door opened and Laudna’s voice sang into the house, “Oh, Imogen!”

The spell fizzled out at her fingertips before she could fully let the magic out to cast it.

Imogen whipped her head over to the door so fast, lightning wavered at the edges of her eyesight. The relief she felt when she finally got her eyes on Laudna was an immediate balm and then her attention was taken instead by the shocking lack of hair against her shoulders.

Her mouth dropped open in a soft, “Oh,” as her eyes raked respectfully over the newly-exposed skin of Laudna’s neck, no longer covered with long black hair. Some of her hair was still pulled back into a loose bun held aloft with her favoured rock chisel, but her hair stopped short just past her chin. The streak of white had place of pride, no longer lost in the ocean of dark hair.

Imogen peeled her eyes away from the change to take in the rest of Laudna. She had one bag of purchases in hand and wore a shy smile on her face as she drank in Imogen’s expressions.

“I see you’ve noticed,” Laudna gestured to the new length with her free hand.

Imogen nodded dumbly, eyes wide, unable to string together any words at all.

Laudna’s expression turned fragile and hesitant. “Do you dislike it?” She entered the kitchen, still several feet from Imogen, and placed her bag on the counter.

And of course that would be Laudna’s automatic assumption, of fuckin’ course she’d automatically assume that Imogen was speechless because she couldn’t find any positive words to say.

It could never be that Laudna looked so gods-damned beautiful with this cute-as-shit new haircut that Imogen was scared she’d melt right into Zhudanna’s floorboards.

“Oh, honey,” Imogen said softly, rushing up to Laudna. “You look gorgeous,” the words tumbled out of her and Laudna lit up like her Dancing Lights. “I mean,” Imogen felt the blush warm her skin from chest to cheek, “you always look beautiful, sweetheart, but this suits you so well.”

Imogen wanted to savour the purple hue that adorned Laudna’s cheeks. “Are you sure? It was kind of an impulsive thing, thought a bit of a change could do me some good, you know?”

Laudna laughed and Imogen wanted to bundle it up around her like a comforting blanket. “Besides, I think I’m overdue for a midlife crisis, don’t you think? I’ve died twice, so I can probably have another one soon, too, if I want to. And everyone suggests buying a fancy new wagon or getting a haircut at that stage.” She gave a little twirl, her skirt swishing gently in the wake. “Maybe I’ll look at vehicles or horses next time.”

Imogen stepped right up to Laudna, holding her hand out. “May I?” she asked, looking from Laudna’s eyes to the hair and back.

Laudna’s pleased smile deepened. “Of course, darling, you can touch anytime. You don’t have to ask.”

“I want to,” Imogen replied. “Ask, I mean. Well, l – the touching, too.” She shrugged. “You know that you having choices is important to me.”

“I do,” Laudna said. “And I hope that you know that I will always choose you whenever I have the option.”

Imogen smiled and then brought her fingers to graze the ends of the hair. She ran her fingers lightly through the ends of the tresses. “Do you like it?”

Laudna considered, tilting her head to the side. “I think I do. It feels… freeing, in a way.”

Imogen slipped her fingers against her neck gently, clearly broadcasting her intentions so Laudna could say no.

Laudna didn’t say no. She leaned into the touch of Imogen’s fingertips, bare, warm against her skin.

“I’d really like to kiss you,” Imogen whispered, tilting her head up towards Laudna’s.

A wide grin spread across Laudna’s face and Imogen, for just a moment, wished that she didn’t have the circlet on. Wished that she could hear Laudna’s thoughts, dive into them like the ocean and drown in the music.

They have shared several kisses since their first, yesterday, beside the bakery stall. Imogen has been the one leaning in for them more often, asking for them. Laudna has been plenty affectionate back to her, of course, but she hasn’t initiated a kiss since their second one.

Not that Imogen’s been keeping track. Laudna tended to deposit kisses to her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. Sometimes, her lips grazed the backs of Imogen’s knuckles.

And she let the little bubble of insecurity float to the surface.

“Do… do you want to kiss me?” Imogen swallowed the at all that felt like too much at the end of the question.

Laudna reeled like she’d been slapped, the smile evaporating from her face. “What?” She blinked aggressively. “Imogen, do you think I don’t want to kiss you?”

Imogen felt her whole body flush. She admonished herself for being foolish, for being weak. Embarrassment filled all the space in her lungs.

Laudna knew how to understand so much more about Imogen with even less. Laudna pulled away, but didn’t let go of her.

“Oh, darling, I am so sorry that I have made you feel like I don’t want to kiss you.” Her focus on Imogen was intense, relentless. Imogen couldn’t do much else aside from stare back into those wide black eyes, reflecting all the love she felt in her heart.

“I can’t imagine it’s easy for you to be with someone like me, like this,” Laudna said softly. Imogen tensed, refutations surging to her lips.

“Please, darling, let me get this out,” Laudna looked at her knowingly and Imogen deflated, letting the retorts ebb back into the crevices around her heart.

“Nothing would make me happier than to kiss you for the rest of your life,” but there was an ancient sadness in the words, the echoes of loneliness that never went away, that waited for Laudna to return. Imogen abruptly frowned as she realised Laudna’s precise language. Your life.

“But I also understand that it can be jarring… to kiss someone like me. And I love that you’re willing to kiss me, love, how could I not? But I will never expect that of you and I will never force it upon you.” She cleared her throat and looked down at her hands on Imogen’s waist.

Imogen had never struggled so hard to keep her mouth shut.

“And I also understand… that it may not always be what you want. That I may not always be what you want.”

She tasted salt and copper on her tongue as she pulled her teeth out from the particularly bruising puncture wound she’d inflicted on herself.

“And that’s okay,” Laudna said, like it should put Imogen at ease, like it shouldn’t rip her heart out of her chest, still beating. “I will always give you everything in my power, my dear. And I hope you take it. Because you deserve to have a life. After all of this, after everything, you deserve a happy ending.”

Laudna tried to hide a sniffle in a watery chuckle. She shook herself out of it, put a smile on her lips two centimetres too wide.

“Which reminds me, I am sorry for not giving you the choice yesterday. I – I found that I was overcome by my emotions, by your belief in me, by your lovely but misguided opinion that I’m not a bad person, and I acted without thought when I kissed you.”

“Please don’t do that,” Imogen begged, voice thick and tears falling in rivulets down her cheeks. Her scars glowed dimly. “Please don’t apologise for kissing me, for showing me that you love me.”

“But Imogen –”

“No ‘but’s, Laudna. I don’t think I could take it if you were sorry about kissin’ me.”

“I – it’s – I’m just sorry I forced it on you!” Laudna spluttered.

Imogen was shaking her head before Laudna even finished. “If that was you forcing something on me, I want you to do that forever,” Imogen declared, eyes bright. “For all of your life.”

“Imogen–” Breathless, sad, maybe a little shocked.

“No, no, you got your turn to say something, now I’m gettin’ mine,” Imogen interrupted. “How do I get it through your thick, beautiful head that I love you?”

Reprimanded, just a little bit, Laudna argued, “I know that you love me.”

Imogen shook her head. “Okay, you know I love you, but I don’t think you understand what that means.”

Imogen ran her hands through Laudna’s shortened hair again and then placed her hands on each of Laudna’s cheeks. “Sweetheart, I love you so much.” She paused, caught herself, because she didn’t want to give Laudna any space to misinterpret what she was saying.

“I am so in love with you that my heart feels like it will burst when we’re this close,” she gestured to the mere inches between them. “Hell, even when we’re just in the same room and we make eye contact.”

Her eyes blazed into Laudna’s who didn’t seem able to move her focus away from Imogen. Imogen placed her hands on Laudna’s waist.

“I am so in love with you that I wish I could crawl into your chest and settle right down beside your hound and make my home within your branches and bones.” Laudna’s eyes were glassy, her jaw tight.

“I didn’t have much of a life before you, Laudna, and I wouldn’t have much of one after you, either – except I’m not going to let there be an after. Do you hear me? I don’t want an after; I won’t accept it. You are not one stop on my road to happiness.” She tried to let that sink in.

“Laudna, you’re the journey and the destination.” Imogen swallowed, soothing her suddenly dry mouth.

“I don’t have a happy ending unless you’re in it. I don’t want anything except for you.” She brought a hand back up to Laudna’s cheek. “So fuck Delilah if she’s back. She can’t have you. I won’t let her. I will do everything in my power – I will find a way to get that bitch out of your head.”

They let her words hang in the air for a moment.

“And what if she’s what’s keeping me… undead?” The fear is whispered into the scant space between them but it fills the entire room with a dull heaviness.

“We’ll find a way,” Imogen’s voice left no room for argument, before turning fierce. “You’re mine, Laudna, for as long as you want to be. And I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Ichor ran down Laudna’s cheeks. “Imogen,” the word so soft it barely disturbed the air. “Darling,” her voice was stronger now, she took Imogen’s hands in her own. “I’m already dead.”

A sob tore itself from Imogen’s throat. “No, you’re not!”

Laudna smiled sadly. “I am, Imogen. And I’m worried, as you might suspect, that you don’t really understand that.”

“Laudna, Laudna, Laudna,” her name left Imogen’s lips so quickly, like a fevered prayer. “You have died, I know that. Twice. And I know it was my fault the second time–”

“It wasn’t your fault, dearest, it was Otohan’s. Never yours,” Laudna’s voice was assertive, calm – everything that Imogen’s wasn’t in this moment.

“It was my fault. She knew. She knew I loved you, more than anything. Knew, somehow, that you’re my favourite part about the world.”

Indulgent, that’s the best word Imogen could find to describe Laudna’s face. “That’s very kind of you, Imogen, but that still doesn’t make it your fault. Otohan would’ve killed us all.”

Imogen needed her to understand. “But she killed you to get me to break – and I did Laudna, as soon as she threatened you, I folded like a sheet in the wind. And she killed you anyway.” She couldn’t stop crying.

“Exactly, darling,” Laudna’s voice was soothing. “It wasn’t about you. It was about her. It wasn’t your fault.” Her grip tightened around Imogen’s wrists. “The blame, the guilt you feel is misplaced, dearest.” She laughed, but there was no humour in it. “If you want to talk about fault and endangering the other, I think we both know that crown is mine.”

The mental image of Laudna in a crown, looking regal and – fuck – only distracted Imogen for a moment. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Laudna spoke so gently and her grip on Imogen’s wrists loosened. “Darling, if one of us is guilty of constantly putting the other in danger, surely you see it’s me? With her in my head? I broke your rock because of her.”

There has been enough time and distance since those horrible few days where Imogen was reeling from the betrayal she had never expected that Imogen was now able to see the truth. “Laudna, she broke the rock, not you. And it might’ve been a good thing to get it away from me, I don’t know. But you didn’t do that, sweetheart, she did.”

“Isn’t that worse? To know that I can’t stop her, that at any moment she can come out to play and there’s nothing I can do about it?”

“She needs you, Laudna. Whatever she does in your body, that’s what she does, not you. You’re not to blame for Delilah’s nonsense.” Imogen brought one of Laudna’s hands to her lips and kissed her fingertips. “You’re not the same and we’ll find a way to separate the two of you.”

Imogen wet her lips as Laudna took that all in. She looked at the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life beside and said, “I promise. You’ll get to live a life without her.”

Laudna looked down at her with ichor-welling eyes. Imogen faltered. “If – if you want to, that is, you don’t have to. But I’ll make sure you get the option.”

Imogen reached up and wiped away the ichor from Laudna’s face. Laudna leaned in against the press of her hand and held Imogen’s gaze. “Imogen, there is nothing in the world I could want more than a real, normal lifetime with you.”

“I want to kiss you,” Imogen said, smiling at the way Laudna lit up. “And if you want to kiss me, too, ever, there is nothing I would love more than you takin’ the initiative.”

“Are you sure, darling?” The words were hesitant, but Laudna sounded less convinced now than she’d been earlier that Imogen couldn’t possibly want to kiss a dead person.

“Do you want me to come kiss you? When I want to? Without asking?” Imogen asked instead.

Laudna nodded. “Of course.”

Imogen grinned victoriously. “Right back at’cha, sweetheart.”

She watched as Laudna seemed to go back and forth with herself and Imogen wondered idly, if she didn’t have the circlet, if she would have been able to build her mental walls well enough to stay out of Laudna’s thoughts. If they’d be too loud for her to stay away from.

“You’ll tell me, though? If you ever don’t want that? If you change your mind? I’d understand.” Laudna said, clenching and unclenching her fingers in between them.

“It won’t happen,” Imogen assured her, “but if it’ll make you feel better, then yes, of course I will.”

“You deserve options, Imogen,” Laudna stressed.

“I want you,” Imogen countered. “Gods know I don’t deserve you, but I want you anyway,” she said forcefully. “I don’t need any other options.”

Laudna was too busy sputtering, “You don’t – you don’t deserve me?”

But Imogen was ready for her, expected the response as much as she hoped it wouldn’t come. “Of course not. You coming into my life was the most important thing to happen to me. Ever. You are so kind and generous and wonderful and good, Laudna. I don’t understand how everyone isn’t in love with you, but I am so happy they aren’t.” She chuckled. “I’m so thankful those assholes don’t understand what they’re passin’ up, because it means I get to have more time with you and I am so selfish when it comes to you, honey.”

The flickering candles reflected their light in Laudna’s shimmering eyes and Imogen watched with hope as Laudna’s eyes closed and she rushed forward to kiss Imogen.

Imogen felt those cool lips on hers, felt long fingers slide along her scalp down behind her ear. She gasped at the gentle pressure Laudna exerted to pull Imogen’s mouth more ardently against hers.

She responded in kind, wound her fingers in the new length of Laudna’s hair, pulling her in. Their mouths moved against each other. Imogen nipped softly at Laudna’s lower lip, wrenching a rough hum of delight from that pale throat.

Imogen wondered what other noises she could pull from Laudna, what kind of orchestra she could conduct with this glorious woman as her instrument. She tugged slowly but firmly on the locks of hair still wrapped up in her hand.

A whimper. Imogen pulled back, to check, to make sure Laudna was okay, that she didn’t go too far. Laudna looked down at her, like prey staring down their hunter, as Imogen breathed heavily.

“Was that okay?” Imogen asked, keeping her hand in this new short hair that she loved.

Laudna licked her lips. “Do it again.”

[annimator]

YO WHAT

(DUDE THAT NEW EPISODE WAS CRAZY)

• Derek changed his mic pog

• “With an idol play, only Spencer’s vote mattered, sending home everyone’s favorite goth.” DON’T REMIND ME THAT TRISTAN’S GONE. THEIR EXIT INTERVIEW MADE THAT WORSE

• Damn, Jade’s cooking- YO WAIT WE GOT A ZAIVY MOMENT

• HE’S DUMPING HIS BACKSTORY ONTO HER. BRO I HOPE HE WINS

• “Hey, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. It wasn’t at you. Not really. And for the record, the kiss was nice.” AWWWWWWWW

• THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS OH MY GOD

• “HEY! UNION JACKASS!” GET HIM HANNAH

• ALSO TO EVERYONE BITCHING ON TWITTER THAT “IT’S JUST A GAME” & THAT HANNAH GOING OFF AT SPENCER IS IN BAD TASTE. IMAGINE LOSING BOTH OF YOUR PARENTS AT A YOUNG AGE, YOU MEET A BUNCH OF FRIENDS, AND SOME BRITISH BITCH KEEPS VOTING THEM OFF

• Yeah that british bitch title’s going strong, damn lmao

• “I don’t know what Diego saw in you.” HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM GIRL

• NAW, SHE’S SAD- WAIT HOL UP SHE JUST SAID SHE ISNT GONNA GIVE UP ON THE GAME. FUCK YEAH HANNAH

• YOOOO HANJI INTERACTION

• “Don’t beat yourself up! I did too.” “Yeah, but… people expect that out of you.” “DAMN! CHILL, CHILL!” LMAOOOOO

• BENJI’S LOCKING IN. I REPEAT, BENJI’S LOCKING IN

• “Tristan’s blindside fucked me up. Yeah, I miss them, but it’s also reminded me this is still a game. I noticed Jade wasn’t shocked during the Tristan blindside. Something tells me she’s not as passive as people think.” FUCK YEAH BENJIIII

• OMG HE’S SEEING THROUGH JADE’S BULLSHIT

• “What happens if Zaid & Ivy get tighter?” damn, like they aren’t already tight af?

• “Goddammit, they’re a cute couple!” REALLL

• Ngl Jade playing both “sides” is pretty smart on her end imo

• Ah fuck, they’re gonna find out about Ana getting the advantage

• The fucking noises Logan makes in this episode almost got me laughing lmao

• “Well, I suppose the early beaver gets the tree.” SIR, YOU GOT THE FUCKING SAYING WRONG. IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM-

• oh shit, he fucking swore :0

• THE SAPPHICS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG

• if I had a nickel for everytime there was a same-sex pink x green ship with tension in DC, i’d have 2 nickels

• anyways THEY’LL BE FINE IN THE ENDDDD

• “It was what?” “Gone! Finito! Hasta luego…” HC that Nat taught Logan some spanish :>

• “I’m a publicist not a forensic psychologist… Not that I wouldn’t kill that job!” yeah, she probably would

• Natalia endorses kleptocracy pog

• “I don’t know about this..” “Richard… it’s for a good cause.” “What good cause?” “Uh… helping the elderly?” LMAOOOOOO

• “I love napping! It’s like a little microdose of death as a treat.” THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE???

• “I’m reporting this to Trevor & Derek. A.S.A.P!” Respectfully, I don’t think those two’d probably care lmao

• ISABEL CLUTCH

• “Mom, if you’re watching, I promise I’ve NEVER sinned! E-Except for stealing that trading card when I was 10… but I apologized a million times!” I’M CRYING HE’S SUCH A WHOLESOME MOMMA’S BOY

• HELP, NAT’S FACE IN THIS SCENE

• Damn, Isa clocked her in the end

• YO WAIT SHE ALSO WANTS TO WORK WITH THE GUYS

• “Marissa’s leadership is questionable, Anastasia just supports anything she says.” They’re sapphics, Isabel

• SHE WAS GONNA SWEAR WHEN TALKING ABOUT LYNDA LMAOOOO

• NEW ALLIANCE DROPPED LEZGOO

• also why does Isabel kinda sound like Fiore in this episode. No offence, she’s one of my faves

• STOP RICHARD LOOKED DEVASTATED WHEN HE REALIZED THEY WERE GONE

• “Today’s challenge involves man’s greatest invention.. The engin—! No, no, wait, no… Fire!” Lmao I love how Silly Billy delivered that

• HELP, DEREK SLOWLY WALKED AWAY SEEING EMILY AGGRESSIVELY CONSTRUCT THE RAFT

• IVY SABATOGING THE CHALLENGE FOR RED TEAM, FOR THE SOLE HOPE OF VOTING OUT SPENCER IS LITERALLY A MOOD

• Girl was using an advanced technique called LYING- oh wait wrong term, ACTING

• SHE & ZAID DECIDED TO SABOTAGE THE CHALLENGE FOR RED TEAM FOR THE SOLE HOPE OF VOTING OUT SPENCER & AVENGING TRISTAN IS HONESTLY BASED

• Trevor & Derek were deadass trolling the contestants this episode with how much they announced teams managing to do certain things like making the rafts & lighting torches lmao

• AND AS ALWAYS, THEY’RE STARING AT EACH OTHER

• Bro I cannot get over how great all the swimsuits for this season look. Ivy’s is still my favorite

• Ana boutta crash out lmao

• Lynda, you’re doing great sweetie

• MORE SAPPHIC TENSION

• ngl that boat looks like shit, srry Lynda

• Damn, the animation looks great this episode! The animators were having so much fun this episode fr

• THESE DORKS ARE SPECTATING THE CHALLENGE THROUGH BINOCULARS LMAO

• LOOK AT DEREK CHUCKLING OVER THE BLUE TEAM’S FIRST RAFT BREAKING

• “Sorry, Lynda, but we’re tanking fast than Katy Perry’s relevancy!” THIS FUCKING QUOTE TOOK ME OUT DURING THE PREMIERE LMAO

• DON’T COME FOR MY CHILDHOOD LIKE THAT NAT, I LOVED HER WHEN I WAS YOUNG

• also fun fact, for the spanish dub for this scene, Natalia shit-talked Emilia Perez instead of Katy Perry lol

• “this game would be so much easier if I could run it like my book club. Listen, here, if I can get Kathy to shut it every week, Blue team shouldn’t be this difficult.” lot of funny lines from this episode :p

• THESE TWO ARE STILL SABOTAGING THE CHALLENGE

• ZAID LITERALLY HAS A ONE-SIDED RIVALRY WITH SPENCER OVER HIM VOTING OUT TRISTAN, AND CALLED HIM SOME FUCKASS BRITISH CUISINE INSULT. I LOVE HIM

• Damn, Spencer clutch

• Ivy cursing Spencer under her breath is a mood. She’s just like me fr whenever somebody pisses me off in public

• Damn that raft looks great Marissa

• IVY CRASHING THEIR RAFT INTO THE BLUE TEAM’S THAT WAS ACTUALLY A BIG BRAIN MOVE

• HELP, RED TEAM’S RAFT ENDED UP BREAKING & KEPT SPRAYING WATER ONTO BENJI’S FACE AS THEY WERE ROWING TO SHORE

• THE WAY DEREK SNATCHED THE MEGAPHONE FROM TREVOR, AND HE DIDN’T LOOK ANNOYED/ANGRY OVER IT. MY GOD, THESE FUCKERS ARE GAY… or uh, Bi, if… y’know :p

• ANDDDDDDD, IVY DID IT. SHE SABATOGED THE CHALLENGE

• GOOD FOR HER I BETTER NOT BE SEEING ANY IVY HATE

• HELP, IVY WAS THE ONLY ONE SMILING OVER LOSING

• “As for Red Team, I am so sorry to be seeing you guys lose… again?! Like four times in a row?! That must sting a lot!” I’M CRYING TREVOR DID NOT HAVE TO TAUNT THEM LIKE THIS

• DEREK WAS EVEN GIGGLING OVER HIM SAYING THAT LMAO

• Blue team’s vibing

• MORE LYNDA BACKSTORY

• “You always seem so… miserable no matter what happens.” Yeah, well, I got plenty of reasons.” oh???

• “I only came on this moronic show… so that I can say I’ve done something with my life besides looking after my boys for 18 years. Married at 19; never went to college. What do I have to show for it?” MY EMOTIONS

• BRUH WDYM SHE HEARD ONE OF HER SONS CALL HER A BITCH

• Silly Billy’s gonna have a field day with this scene. He did say in this DC4 ranking vid that Lynda was his favorite (also speaking off, mad respect to him for Ranking Benji in his top 4)

• JADE REVEALED SHE GOT THE IDOL HINT FROM THAT TRIP FROM EPISODE 1, AND THAT ISABEL HERSELF GOT AN IDOL TO SPENCER. OH FUCK

• ANOTHER ZAIVY MOMENT LEZGO

• THEY REALLY DID DO IT FOR TRISTAN

• WAIT OH MY GOD. SHE GAVE ZAID A KISS ON THE CHEEK

• “Everyone ready for elimination?” “Are you motherfucker?” DAMMNNNN BRO’S GOT STREET CRED

• I’M CRYING SPENCER SHIPS THEM

• “Look, I’ve watched way too many rom coms not to noticed Ivy & Zaid shacking up.” Real. Also Hannah’s a mood for questioning if she really wants to break them up for the sake of the game. i’d think that too

• Aw, they’re nodding before announcing tonight’s vote- WAIT HOLY SHIT

• WHOEVER’S GETTING VOTE OUT IS GONNA SWITCH TEAMS AND PICK OUT WHO FROM BLUE TEAM SWITCHES TO RED & RED TEAM’S GETTING A MAJOR DISADVANTAGE NEXT EPISODE

• THEY’RE STILL BOUTTA VOTE SPENCER LMAOOO

• THEY ALL HATE HIS BRITISH BITCHASS

• STOP HE WAS GONNA TEAR UP OVER JADE VOTING HIM. HE’S BESTIES WITH HER

• OH SHIT, BENJI’S STILL LOCKED IN. THAT’S MY FAVE

• WAIT IVY ALSO CLOCKED JADE.

• WHO’S SPENCER GONNA PICK?

• my fucking god- OF COURSE IT’S ANOTHER GODAMN CLIFFHANGER

• Peak episode as always!

[wetcatspellcaster]

OC smash or pass!

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Rules: include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the "other" label can be used for "sexuality misalignment" (ie: oc is femme and you're gay, vice versa or you aren't into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Rosalie

facts:

height: 5'4"

age: 32

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

pros:

You will likely meet her during her Hot Girl Summer, which is good for everyone involved.

Heart of Gold, you will be SO loved.

Has a lot of empathy for people at their lowest points.

Fiercely loyal.

Super smart (would learn and cast 9th level spells for you, would do your taxes for you, would [redacted from future project] for you).

Competency kink - no matter your special skill, if you do it in front of her, she'll probs be into it.

Canonically confirmed to match your freak as best she can (will even stab you, in the timeline where you're into that).

Ends most timelines some level of wealthy, so you know, if you want to be taken care of, or you fancy a vault full of diamonds...

Puts the "Princess", in "Princess with a Disorder".

cons:

Puts the "Disorder(s)", in "Princess with a Disorder".

Workaholic.

Repressed af unless she's tadpoled, it will take thirteen levels of mindgames to get her to admit what she wants or put others' needs before her own.

Chronically incapable of letting things go (I'm not saying she brings a powerpoint to the hate sex during an argument... but she brings out flashcards with her talking points, immediately after).

Her persona might be hotter than the real person underneath.

Many esoteric skills, very few practical ones (do not ask her to cook anything more complicated than an egg. and do NOT ask her to lift).

Kind of like dating a prettier incarnation of the "This Is Fine" dog surrounded by fire.