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keep-the-wolves-close · 1 year ago

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Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 1: cowboy take me away

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, healing, dealing with some post trauma, fairly tame tbh

* Word count: 4,198ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Hey everyone! We’re back at it again at the Krispy Kreme ✌🏻😝 (💀 I cannot believe I just did that along with a vine reference lmao.) (Please don't run in the other direction lol.)

Welcome to the continuation of Steady Heart! Thank you for coming along and continuing the journey with me! Here we are at the beginning of season 3! I can’t wait to see what lies ahead for our favorite, as Rip calls them, “merry band of misfits”. I hope everyone enjoys our soft start into the season, and the adventure ahead!

The door to the foreman’s lodge opened. It pulled Stella’s attention from the book she was reading, her heart dropped and her hand fell to her gun. She'd been jumpy ever since the night she got attacked. She glanced up and saw it was Kayce who greeted her from the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled softly to avoid pulling the gash on her face and folded her book closed, placing it on the coffee table.

“Hey, you.” She welcomed and started to stiffly rise from the couch to be gentle on her ribs, but Kayce met her at the couch stopping her motion.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Hey back.”

She closed her eyes and hummed. “I still gotta get used to that.”

Kayce chuckled and sat next to her. “Me too. How’re you feelin’ today?” He gave a quick glance at her pistol.

Stella leaned back into the couch slow and steady and crossed him with a look of her own to stop any argument about being skittish. “I think I’m alright.”

“You think?” He placed his arm behind her on the back of the couch.

“Well I mean my ribs are probably gonna hurt for a while no matter how healed they are. My bruises don’t hurt anymore though.”

“What about,” he motioned to his eyebrow.

She grabbed the side of her bottom lip between her teeth and contemplated the change to her face. “I just gotta be careful to not stretch the skin too much, which is ass.” She laughed. “I never realized how much I actually used my eyebrows.”

“I coulda told you that, sugar.”

She flattened her face and gave him a side-eye. “Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” she quipped sarcastically. “Anyway, how’s Tate?”

Kayce blew out a heavy breath. “He’s okay, sleeping a little better, but still waking up scared.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I understand being scared at the moment.”

Kayce stared down at her in the crook of his arm and shook his head. Of course she was worried about everyone but herself. “No, Monica is still with him. When she isn’t, I am.”

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be good for him to see me still so busted up right now. It would do more harm than good. How’s Monica?”

“Very happy that our son is alive. Grateful to you for trying to stop them.”

“I wish he would have kept running to the big house.” Stella placed her head back against Kayce’s arm and closed her eyes. She had to turn her brain off from thinking about everything she should have done versus what she did. It wouldn’t get her anywhere. “I’m still exhausted from all that mess.”

“I don’t doubt you are, but him coming back might have been the only thing that saved you.”

“I still wish he wouldn’t have come back. I would have been fine, eventually, and he wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”

“We’ll make it through, Stell. I’m just glad you both are still here.” Kayce draped his hand on her shoulder.

For a few moments, Stella pretended like everything was okay, that she and Kayce just got back from a long day. It was peaceful in his presence. She was grateful that he and Ryan found her when they did. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if she went untreated for longer. She opened her eyes thinking about her brother. “Oh, Ryan told me you guys are building a new barn further out?”

“When we’re out in the farther pastures, it would be nice to have a spot to go to that has extra supplies and things.” He faced her. “Speaking of which, we’re settin' up a spike camp until July.”

“Why?”

“Rip and I wanna be sure the clover isn’t gonna come back. We checked the fields this mornin’, and it didn’t look like there was any growing back, but we can’t be too careful. So we’re gonna babysit the herd. You wanna come with us?” He knew she would love the change of pace. He decided to not mention Tate coming along just yet. He didn’t want her to worry about him seeing her.

“I would be kinda useless for a little while yet. I shouldn’t even technically ride, as much as that fact pisses me off.”

“I’m not bringin’ ya up there to work, Stell. I just want you to have a change of scenery. But if you get to feelin’ right, you’re more than welcome to join the guys.” Kayce cringed. “If your brother doesn’t have a heart attack about it.”

She smiled at him. “C’mere.” He scooted closer for her. She leaned into him and whispered, “thank you,” on his lips as she kissed him.

Kayce carefully leaned his forehead against Stella’s. “I should go back up to the main house to be with Tate, but either myself or your brother will come get you in the mornin’.”

Stella nodded and stiffly stood with him. “What time?”

“Early. Probably 4:30 quarter of five.”

She groaned, “ugh, fuckin’ ranch hours,” and followed him to the door. Reaching out to grab his hand, she pulled him into a hug. “I mean it.” Stella didn’t know how else to say thank you anymore.

He pulled back just enough to gaze affectionately down at her. “You’re welcome, sugar.” He closed the gap and placed a gentle kiss on her lips as she brought her hand to his chest.

There was a groan that sounded behind the couple. “That’s the last thing I needed to see tonight,” Ryan grouched.

Stella faced down at the ground, with her eyes closed. Nervous about being caught so soon. “Hey, Ry.” Her face and neck heated up.

Kayce laced his fingers through hers as he stepped back, avoiding Ryan’s gaze. “I’m gonna go let Monica have a break.”

“See ya later, cowboy.” Their fingers squeezed each other and then slipped apart as he stepped away.

While Kayce walked off, the siblings stared at one another. Both of them had their lips pressed together and arms crossed. Stella’s face felt like it was on the sun with how red it must have been. The pair dissolved into laughter.

Stella cleared her throat. “You wanna come in?”

“It doesn’t smell like sex in there, does it?”

Stella rolled her eyes. “Oh my fuckin’ god, Ryan. No.”

Ryan nodded and stepped up to the door, trailing behind his sister. He watched while she made her way to the refrigerator.

“You want anything to drink?” She grabbed a Sprite from the fridge.

He stepped up to a kitchen chair, pulling it out and taking a seat. “Nah, we’re gonna be drinking later. I just wanted to check on you for the night before we did.” He took notice of her gun on her hip, but made no mention of it. He’d been keeping an eye on her, everyone had, especially with how edgy she’d been.

She cracked open her soda and leaned back against the sink to face Ryan. “I’m doing alright for the most part. Just starting to get bored,” she complained as she took a sip of her soda. “Very bored,” she sighed.

“I understand, but we need you 100%. Don’t need you hurting yourself more.”

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled. Just because it was true didn’t make it suck any less. “Kayce invited me to come to the spike camp with y’all.”

Her brother's eyebrows shot up. “Oh he did, did he?”

“Yeah. Figured I would like a change of scenery. Which I would. Very much.” Stella stared at him, hoping to make her point. “Also, most likely so both you and himself could still keep an eye on me and keep me out of trouble.” She grinned.

Ryan leaned in the chair and propped his elbow on the backrest. “It’s irritating how smart he is.”

Her grin widened. “You’re just mad he thought of it first. He’s always been that smart.” She sat her soda on the counter and crossed her arms. “Is it okay if I go? I don’t wanna be stuck here by myself.”

“You wouldn’t be by yourself.”

“I know.” She shrugged. “But I wanna be with you and Kayce because y’all don’t treat me like I’m fragile like everyone else has been.”

“As long as you follow through with not working.” He fixed her with a look.

“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands in surrender. “I promise. I’ll sit with John and give everyone shit.” She smiled. “Now you go have fun. I’ll see y’all in the mornin’.”

Stella wandered around the foreman’s lodge aimlessly. She thought about going to hang out with the wranglers while they cut up, but she didn’t have the energy to be around the rambunctious bunch. She loved them, but she needed quiet. Reaching to grab her soda, she made her way to the little front porch area of the lodge. As she strode across the room, she made sure her gun was still on her hip.

She dropped into the single chair and fixed her glasses. Her feet swung up to cross at the ankles on the small table in front of her. The fizzy carbonation of her soda tickled her nose as she took a swig and swallowed. Stella surveyed the landscape carefully.

She could see the round pen, the cow pen, the barn, and the bunkhouse from where she sat. The lights were on in the house, so that gave her some comfort that her brother was close by if she needed him.

A breath pushed past Stella’s lips as she forced herself to calm down. The guys who were responsible for kidnapping Tate and beating the shit out of her were taken care of. She had to convince herself no one was going to sneak up on her.

“Everything is okay. We’re okay. We’re alive. Just breathe. You’re safe.” Stella encouraged herself, taking a few deep breaths in between her affirmations.

She’d been telling herself that a lot lately. That’s why her gun was glued to her hip. She had made the grave mistake of being caught without it, and it almost cost her her life. Stella vowed to never get found without it again.

The sounds of the ranch made her startle every once and a while, but eventually she settled and allowed herself to relax back in the chair. The thought of Rip probably wandering around somewhere nearby like a prowling bear made her fully sit back. Yes Kayce and her brother were nearby, but Rip was closer. She knew he wouldn’t be done with making sure everything was closed up for the night yet.

The longer she sat there, the calmer she became and the sounds of the ranch finally convinced her eyes to shut. Stella could still hear the horses in the pasture nearby, and the settling of the farm equipment, so she wasn’t fully asleep. It was a catnap state. She hadn’t been getting the fittest sleep since she came home from the hospital, so whatever rest her body would allow, she’d take it.

The crunch of the gravel that led up to the foreman’s lodge in between the stepping stones, startled Stella awake. “Stella-belle?” A gravelly voice intoned softly from her side. A warm calloused hand draped around her forearm and her eyes shot open. Without thought, she whipped her arm out to the side and hit the offender away from her. She scrambled to stand and back away from the intruder. Her hand dropped to her holster.

Rip stood back quickly and held his hands out like he would to a frightened horse. “Woah woah! Stella it’s me!”

Her eyes focused and her brain finally came out of its sleepy haze. “Oh my fucking god,” she wheezed out. From her quick movements her ribs smarted at her angrily. She moved her hand to her right side and hissed at the pain.

Rip wanted to help her, but knew she didn’t like being touched when she was in pain. He felt helpless as he watched her pant, trying to get her breath back. She paced back and forth, regulating her way through the discomfort. Slowly, it backed down to a throbbing versus a stabbing sting.

“Damn, Wheelie.”

“I’m sorry. I should have made more noise.”

Stella pursed her lips. She knew he didn’t mean to do it, and her anger was misplaced because of the pain of her own doing. She shouldn’t take it out on him. “It’s alright. What’s up?”

“I just got done laying into the wranglers because their asses are still awake and we got shit to do this morning. I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I actually fell asleep after a while.” She yawned and scratched her head. “What time is it?”

“3:45. You should head to an actual bed, Stella-belle.”

“I should probably just stay up and get packed.”

Rip frowned. “Packed?” He pushed open the lodge door and motioned her inside. “For what?”

Stella grabbed her empty soda bottle and followed his direction, stepping into the house. She tossed the bottle into the little recycling bin next to the fridge. “I’m going to the spike camp with ya.” She smirked over her shoulder while she went to grab one of Kayce’s duffelbags.

“You’re what?”

“You heard me. And my brother and Kayce agreed. So I’m coming with y’all.” Stella opened Kayce’s closet and made a small “ha,” when she found the medium-sized bag on the floor. Heavy boots hit the ground behind her and she spun around to face the angry bear of a man she’d become so fond of.

She grinned up at him. “I already promised that I would sit with John and give everyone shit while y’all worked.”

The corners of Rip’s mouth turned further downward in a frown. “Stella…,” he let her name hang in the air.

“Riiip,” she dragged out his small name. Stella gently weaved around him to the dresser Kayce was letting her use for her clothes. Rip sighed behind her and she ignored him. She went about pulling out her clothes for at least a week, more than sure she’d have to come back down and get more. She decided she would cross that bridge when she got there.

“You love running us ragged, don’t you?”

Stella placed the pile of clothes she had in her hand in the bag and turned to look at him. His shoulders sagged, he looked exhausted. Not only did he have everything else going on, but he had become her unofficial babysitter. Kayce and Ryan were smart for that because they knew if she didn’t listen to them, she would listen to Rip. Her lips pulled together in an affectionate smile. She adjusted the frames on her nose, opened her arms and waved him over. “C’mere.”

When he didn’t step toward her fast enough, she met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, Rip.” He placed his arms around her shoulders to keep away from her ribs. Stella took as deep a breath as she could and settled into the curve of his arm. “I know you worry and don’t tell anyone. Think of it this way,” she leaned back and Rip slowly let her go. “You’ll have me within eyesight, uninterrupted, unless my brother or Kayce steal me away.”

Stella backed up and brushed her shirt off nervously. “Plus, I need to do something about being this edgy. I think nature will help me reset that.” She shrugged. “Help me trust myself again.”

Rip gave a quick look down at her holster, thankful that she hadn’t pulled it on him outside. He knew she was having a hard time adjusting to being back on the ranch, the same place that the awful event occurred. He’d observed her jump at sounds and people she’d known for years over the last few weeks. It definitely wasn’t like her to spook that easy. He reached out and ruffled her hair quickly. “Alright, you heathen. I suppose that’s a good deal.”

“Hey!” Stella backed away from his hand giggling. “That’s hurtful.”

“Where’s the lie? Can’t be a lie if it’s the truth, now can it?” Rip crossed his arms and leaned back against the door jamb and smirked.

“I am not a heathen, I’m a lady.”

“Bullshit, you and this merry band of misfits are all heathens. You and your brother are at the top of that list.”

Stella clutched at her nonexistent pearls. “Rip Wheeler! I thought you knew me better than that.”

He chuckled deeply. The warmth from seeing her smile spreading throughout his chest, even if it was just for a minute. He stole a glance at the alarm clock he had set up on the bedside table and read that it was pushing on 4:00 am. “Alright, Stella-belle. I’ll leave you be to finish getting ready. Is anyone coming to get you?”

Stella smiled at him, not as wide as she would have liked, but wider than a few weeks ago. “Yeah, my brother or Kayce. Which from the sounds of it, it’ll be me getting him instead.” She huffed out a laugh through her nose. “So I’ll finish up here and see you soon, Wheelie. You go wrangle those boys into shape.” They shared a smirk, as Rip nodded and quietly made his way out of the lodge to agitate the guys.

Stella waited about 20 minutes before she started getting antsy. She knew that Kayce had other things to worry about, he shouldn’t have to worry about being responsible for her too. She hurried into the bedroom, gripped up the duffel bag, and rushed to the door. She slipped on her boots and threw her hair up in a messy bun that looked slept in. Making her way out the door, she made sure her hand gun was on her hip still and her knife on the other and made sure to close the door behind her.

She looked out by the barn and saw everyone mostly ready. Lloyd had been dubbed the driver of the wagon. Tate climbed up into the cart next to the older man and settled himself in. The little boy looked as if he was vibrating with excitement for this new adventure. Stella’s stomach dropped at the thought of him seeing what had happened to her. She didn’t want him to blame himself. Rip was off to the side holding John’s horse, Red, and Tate’s horse, Lucky. She watched as everyone milled about. Ryan worked on setting up Blue Jeans, exhausted, and quite honestly still looked drunk to Stella. Kayce was on top of Tank, making sure everything was ready to go for their ride. Abigail was tacked up next to him. He must have felt her staring at him because when he looked up they locked eyes.

He noticed she had one of his duffelbags slung on her shoulder, and one of his larger flannels overtop of her t-shirt. His eyes twinkled with affection at her display, and he dismounted from Tank, cutting a path directly to her.

Stella met Kayce and welcomed the soft hug he offered. He carefully transferred the bag to his hand from her shoulder and gave it to Jake to put in the wagon. He looked around to make sure no one was gawking, and scanned his gaze back down to Stella, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead to the left of the healing gash. “I was gonna come get you in a few minutes, I was hoping to give you more time to sleep.”

“Well, luckily for you, I’ve been awake since like quarter of four.” She laughed inwardly.

Kayce made a disapproving face. “Did you sleep at all?”

Stella withdrew from the comfort of his hug and sighed. “Yes, Kayce. I did. On the porch ironically enough. Rip already yelled at me,” she smirked over at Rip who’d been listening in this whole time. “Didn’t you?” He dipped his head in confirmation. She turned back to face Kayce. “And I slept pretty well for the first time in a while. I’m ready to rock and roll. Thank you for getting Abs ready for me.”

Her gaze landed on the mare that she’d only been able to walk around, lunge, and pet due to her restrictions recently. She moved over to her and brushed her hand along the roan’s nose softly. “Hey baby. You ready for an adventure?” Abigail blew a sigh into Stella’s hand.

A throat cleared from behind Stella. John came up beside her. “You sure you’re good to go on the trek?”

Stella bobbed her head. “Yessir. I should be right as rain in no time. I’ll be your buddy for giving everyone else hell.” She giggled quietly. “Besides, I gotta get away from here for a while.” They shared a look because John knew exactly what she meant. She almost died not too far from where they were standing. A little vacation would do her well. John nodded to her and stepped back to let her mount up. He didn’t go too far just in case she fell. Kayce took a few steps closer, joining his father if Stella needed a hand.

Stella stepped forward and placed her left foot in her stirrup. She reached for the horn and tried her best to step up into her saddle without showing the mild discomfort it caused. A quiet groan escaped her barely parted lips. She bent forward to pat Abigail’s neck. “See, girl?” Stella huffed, trying to catch her breath. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?” The large mare grunted back at her as if to say, ‘not for me, but it was awful for you.’

John spotted Jamie as he trotted up to the group. John instantly moved to give him directions. He had other plans for his son in mind. “Stick that horse back in the barn.” He pointed in the building’s general direction. “Move your gear outta the bunkhouse.”

Jamie halted his horse, and his stomach twisted into knots. “Move it where?”

“The lodge.” John explained simply.

Jamie dismounted, ready for an argument. “Why?”

Stella piped up from on top of Abigail. “Uh, sir? That’s where I’m staying.”

John eyeballed his son for questioning him instead of just going with his plan. “Cause I can’t have the Livestock Commissioner living in the bunkhouse.” Jamie took off his hat and shot his dad a questioning glance. “I’ll make the appointment official tomorrow.” John panned his gaze to Stella and continued. “And I’m moving you up to the big house with Kayce.”

Stella’s jaw dropped so fast it almost came unhinged. The tightness in her chest bubbled as she gave a panicked look to Kayce, who looked just as stunned as her, if not more. “Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, sir?”

“Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John?” He scolded her. “And god damnit why doesn’t anybody just follow my directions?”

“John, you’d kill over if any of us followed your direction blindly.” Stella’s face flattened as she pointed to Rip. “Even Rip questions you from time to time. You’re pissed about something you taught all of us to do.”

“No, it’s what Kayce has taught you to do.” John grumbled.

“Now c’mon, dad.” Kayce tried to interject, but his dad was having none of it this morning.

He pinned Stella to her spot with a look that dared her to defy him any further. “I’m moving you up to the house with Kayce. Gator will move your things before Jamie gets settled in.” John strode over to Jamie and leaned in close. “And if you betray me again? You’re dead to me son, you understand?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” John pivoted to go get his horse, but Jamie reached out and stopped him. “Dad. I won’t betray you. You have my word.”

“Well,” John cleared his throat. “We’re about to find out what that’s worth.” The air hung heavy between the father and son as John turned back around. Stella shifted in her saddle at the unspoken threat.

The patriarch started doling out orders. “Kayce!” The aforementioned son was stepping up into his saddle. “You and Rip take the wranglers, start pushin’ the herd. We’ll be right behind. Stella, you stay with me and Lloyd.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Rip directed the wranglers.

“Keep an eye on him.” Kayce instructed his dad.

John climbed up onto Red. “You know I will.”

Kayce glanced down at his saddle and tapped the horn. “I’m uh, I’m sorry about the Commission. It’s just not me.”

John rearranged in his saddle. “You’re my son. I know exactly who you are and don’t you ever be sorry for it.” Kayce looked around and walked Tank on. Lloyd and Tate watched as the prodigal son marched away. The little boy stared at Stella with big, sad eyes.

“Are you okay, Aunt Stell?”

Stella took a breath, as deep as she could, and smiled at the youngin’. “Yeah, buddy. I’m okay.” It looked as though Tate’s shoulders dropped in relief. “You should see the other guys.” She winked at him and he smiled at her. He was comforted by the fact that she seemed like her normal self.

Lloyd peeped over Tate’s head to spot John. “We’re ready here, boss.” They observed John taking in the herd and the surrounding nature. “Nothin’ prettier on this earth.”

“It’s as free as a man can be.”

“Makes you wonder,” Lloyd moved the reins around in his hands to have a better grip. “Who’s gonna feed this world when there’s none of us left.”

John laughed. “Nobody, Lloyd. This world’s just gonna go hungry.” He spurred Red into motion. Stella would have galloped off with him but decided against it. She followed beside the cart with Abigail at a fast walk.

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suckishima · 9 months ago

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haikyuu rewatch s01e01

i've been itching to rewatch the series lately and a few years ago i did something similar for miraculous ladybug where i wrote up like a stream of consciousness/commentary post and made a gifset for each episode and i wanna try to do it again for haikyuu?? we'll see if i stay committed or not lol—gifsets per ep probably a lot more likely to continue than commentaries tbh, these things are long and not thought out so,

anyway let's start with episode 1, who wants to take bets on how many times i get teary-eyed?

ughhhhh how did i not know IMMEDIATELY my first time watching what a fucking banger of a show this would be. this opening scene is sooo aah. the voice over with the sounds of the balls and shoes, the actual content of the 'a tall tall wall' monologue, and then the visuals of just hinatas shoes stepping up to the line and then 'it was a view i could never see on my own' and the rest of the teams shoes step in??? FUCK

holyyyyy and bc im obsessed i know who is who based on their shoes in that lineup and after thir 'onigaishimasu' and they run onto the court they all run in at different speeds?? and like tanaka goes quick and kageyama bounces on his toes and tsukki is all like unenthusiastic?? what the fuCK bro

its been literally 40 seconds and im in awe aaah

oh.. oh no it's the intro. i was joking before about getting teary-eyed but uhhh

how long has it been since i watched season 1 omgg 😭😭😭

gOD the opening is so good, not just imagination but the visuals rrr the practicing shots and the animation on all the volleyball looks so great wowow

one of the less talked about of the many crimes of getting movies instead of a 5th season is definitely the loss of another amazing opening and ending

damn did i really never realize that karasuno of the little giant's time didnt JUST go to nationals but theyre playing on center court when hinata catches them on tv? meaning its either the semi finals or finals, damn lol

hmmmm i am already conflicted about whether or not i wanna talk about manga spoilers in these writeups lmao. tumblr blockout spoiler text WHEN

anywayyyy manga readers hinata on his bike watching little giant on tv iykyk (and if you know me lol) right

rrrr the imagery of the crow flying into hinata from the screen with still the sounds of the balls and whistles aaah what a cool way to show inspiriation

huh, the libero is no.2 not no.4 is that manga accurate from just before furudate decided that it was a Thing for karasuno or did the animation not check?

okay i checked and you literally can only see the little giant in the manga and none of the rest of the team so im calling it an oversight on the animation side lol (understandable, tbh when youre just making people up to fill in the shot, you arent thinking about jersey lore)

no one cares but my japanese is surprisingly better than when i first watched (at which time i knew nothing) and i can actually understand a few bits here and there without the subs

reading the occasional katakana in the background is fun too. mmmm i should try looking at og scans of the manga to see how the sound effects are intended to be read, ive heard the way furudate incorporates the characters into the action as the sound itself is really well done

air salonpas!

oooo one of the teams practicing spikes had one guy hit left handed, thats a fun detail!

dude hinatas friends are such homies i swearrrr

'whats our opponent kitagawa daiichi even like' 'idk! but we're gonna win!' lmaooo hinata you coulda done SOME research

ooo the shot of kitagawa walking in and looming above hinata is so well done, they look huuuge. i know factually that kindaichi and kunimi are tall but i tend to forget, kunimi especially, hes got short energy to me 😅

yessss and the shot of kagyama walking by and just like his Aura is enough for hinata to pick up on the king vibes yooo its so goood

kitagawa daiichi banner is just 'victory' lol okay

i could use some of hinatas blind confidence in my life lmao

oh jk its bathroom tummy ache time

man the set up for kageyama as like powerful early on is SO good, weve only seen him twice so far and both times it all above the king cape, which im pretty sure is also supposed to represent how hinata sees him which rrrr what a great way to set up their dynamic knowing everything that's to come. greatest opponent to greatest ally etc etc

also thinking about how this IS basically all hinatas POV (including the quote i just referenced) and what kageyamas POV of hinata is when he looks back on it all 👀

kageyama telling hinata he shouldnt talk big bc he isnt even physically ready (referencing tummy ache), and hinata right off the bat telling kageyama 'the six of us go all the way' and kageyama responds 'i will win every game' oooo yep they both got some things to learn from each otherr

seriously how is hinata like the friendliest person on the planet. his team is SO bad and all he cares about is that he's finally on the court, he's so positive and determined even when they're doing terribly and his friends dont know wtf is going on

🥺🥺🥺 he's so happy seeing his palm all red after spiking the ball successfully the first time waaah

sjkhdk i always laugh at 'well there IS a foxy senpai on the girls team' lmaoo like he could have just ignored that part of the question, and who translated it to 'foxy' anyway lmaoo

koji, soccer friend, coming in for a foot receive! he missed lol but for real hinatas friends are so cool showing up for him like this

i mean, they are also avoiding him when he tries to practice throughout middle school, but they showed up here when it counts

love that you can see the 'mild internal bleeding,' as kuroo would call it, on izumi's arms when he tells hinata that his arms hurt lol

akjhsakjsasj they hype hinatas jumping skills, the music swells, you think hes got it, aaaand then immediately triple blocked and the music cuts back out lmaoo. honestly, love how haikyu always plays with expectations like that

half time serve routines my beloved.... i miss you..

'we keep trying.. because we havent lost yet' <333

but also kunimi, what a mood lmao

the animation on hinatas slide hit after the toss missss aaaah, and kageyamas bangs like whipping in the wind before he reaches as far as he can aah god this whole sequence is so beautiful

kageyama after knowing hinata for roughly 30 minutes: "this guy overwhelms me" skagsajsa

he has every quality to be someone even better but—WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THESE PAST 3 YEARS?? 😭😭😭😭

karasuno senpai in the crowd!! related dumb question time, why isnt tanakas hair blond here? he should be a first year atm, and the beginning of the ep said this match is about 3 years and 3 months after little giants nationals (which is in january, although iirc the month changed sometime around those years so possibly it was in march during his time—hence why call 'spring tournament') but either way if hinata and kageyama are still middle school third years then tanaka should be a first year and thats when his hair was blonde. likely in universe answer i guess is just that this tournament is after the practice match where karasuno loses badly and gets made fun of which makes tanaka respect his senpai more and shave his head lol. which also, if hes here with them at this middle school tournament also makes sense with that so. question answered i guess

'if you want to be the last one standing then become strong' waaah

awwww the first years that he recruited to fill out his team stayed with him to practice with the middle school girls team!! they caught the volleyball bug <3

not me pausing to try and see which one of them is the foxy senpai..

lmaoooo the "old ladies team" that hinata practices with are called the yukigoaka beauties lol nice

yoooo hinatas running toward the gym for the first time and a crow flys away and a feather crossed in front of hinata niiiiice

let me tell you i had relatively low expectations for haikyu my very first time. i just wanted something easy to watch while i ate my lunch during the day, and i thought it would just be a predictable underdog story where hinata gets revenge for middle school. and i wasnt against that, i was relatively entertained this whole episode, then it gets to the end and reveals that kageyama has to be his teammate and i was like OH this is gonna be GOOD good. immediately have me hope and reassurance that the show knew what it was doing and wasnt gonna just be typical cliches etc

fuck i wish i could watch again for the first time

i warned you this would be long lol, honestly these writeups are more for me in the future to like remember my thoughts etc and like i said we'll see if i keep it up lol

#2024 rewatch #x

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velociraptors-dont-lie · 11 months ago

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Glad we stayed in brand with the sexual themes. I was thoroughly uncomfortable with the vagina cocoon probing.

I had Farnsworth in my head like "to shreds you say?"

Glad we got more vagina rep in this one though. The aliens films are rife with phallus and vague phallus like imagery and shit. 😂😂

It's about time is was our turn.

Also glad we still got the in brand "it'll kill you but also sometimes feels like it would instead fuck you" moments with the alien.

That thing at the end though, coulda done without that tbh. Actually horrendous with its weird not-quite-breastfeeding and all around creepiness honestly.

10/10 very creeped out but I would subject myself to it again.

100% feels like this was made by someone who would 100% fuck the xenomorph. 😂

#Aliens #alien romulus #Alien spoilers #Alien Romulus spoilers #Brother eugh #Good film though #But brother eugh

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floodnetworks · 2 years ago

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being single for years yearning and longing so bad i felt physically ill and thought i might never experience romantic love Was worth it tbh every day i do justice and glory to past ezra having a remarkably based girlfriend i love so much. like i coulda done without the years of suffering in solitude but man the scales have been balanced fr. the damage undone. i could not possibly have imagined it would be this good.

#personal log

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chrispypapas · 2 years ago

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tbh the p4g anime felt more like a companion to p4's anime (there's two dif shows for some reason). that one is more focused on bonds n all that and i felt was the stronger anime

see i was really excited for that when i first started watching the p4g anime but then it became only marie focused and i got sad.... i wanna see soujis bonds with everyone...... not just marie....... and then they made marie the reason souji figured out it was adachi... they made marie the reason souji figured out the fog... it fr negates all the hard work of everyone else LMAOOO like marie is cool and she coulda still been there without becoming like.. the main character it was really weird and the p4g adachi episode was really well done! it was soo fucking good and showed him spiraling in a really cool way. but it was a single episode out of 12. deadass p4g is 11/12ths about marie and 1/12th about adachi.

now just p4 the animation fuckin slapped it was really funny and even the non canon parts were done super well, i bought the series on dvd fucking yeaaaaars ago and its still so nice... wish the p4g had more of the p4theanimation energy

#chris is talking

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noblechaton · 6 months ago

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oh yeah i dont miss them haha. p3 is so interesting because it was the first to add social sim stuff. they've learned a lot over the years. if you were to play every game back to back it would be interesting to see all the small changes (though also a little crazy lmao). i do wonder if adding all the link episodes at night wouldve helped any with the night emptiness. or adding the guy's actual social links. they added a bunch of stat builders in reload but once thats done there's not anything new beyond a few of the computer programs and hangouts (which also have limits). actually, in p4g you can run into non party social links at night. i think that might've helped...you can w/ koro ofc but i think some w/o him wouldve been cool. i think the cats and clocks were added to try to entice people to come in more often, but tbh....it doesnt work very well lmao. i think i just kept going in the last possible day. maybe some date specific events where interesting things happen wouldve worked better?

honestly that's something I've really enjoyed about the experience so far in that I can see where a lot of the stuff that hooked me in P5R really started at - it's like seeing the skeleton in a way, which isn't to say things are bare bones or anything, I honestly kinda like how simple it is in comparison in some ways, but it's neat seeing how things started out, basically, and being able to point at things that improve in mechanical depth and such as things go on - tho it does feel weird saying this about a game that technically comes after their most recent sequel lmao

that said I do agree in that I think it'd been neat to have something like that "meeting links at night" thing going - obviously I don't fault em fer not having such a thing at this stage, as said yesterday it's kinda unfair to say this game that technically came first should have the improvements made across the sequels - but I think adding in more night stuff woulda gone a long way without really messin' with the core experience much; the Koro walks are really fun and genuinely something of a highlight for me, as they offer insight on the characters current states throughout the game (the ones after October 4th in particular were really strong imo) and more of that is never gonna be a bad thing

on that note, I also like just how much more personal the cast feels in main narrative cutscenes and such; P5R's cast felt this way too, but ya kinda had to do the confidants to really get to know em, whereas here I feel I know them really well despite the lack of social links, and when there are some they feel like expansions of the characters rather than like, the only way to know em (not that I feel this was true of P5R mind you; just that you miss out on a lotta the good stuff without doing their links, while, in lieu of them in P3/R, you get the full monty outright)

ultimately I think it kinda comes down to whether or not they should have done a proper remake or leaned more into the remaster thing - I feel what I'm playing is a very strong, very fun experience on its own, but there's definitely things I feel they coulda improved if they'd leaned more in either direction. that said I don't think I'd want a full blown remake of this narrative as I've found it really engaging and interesting in ways that are near total contrast to P5R, which is real fun for me

#noble p3r tag #p5r had plenty of mystery and intrigue but it felt way more bombastic and forward - very stylish as it were #p3r feels so much more subdued and gradual and i really like that even if theres some big blank spots on the calendar lol

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so excited for next raider joel i am literally foaming at the mouth

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2.2k / dark raider!joel x dark!f!reader x ofc

raider master

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“I’ll do it,” you say, unsure what that even means. Joel looks surprised and impressed. “You’ll do it, then,” he repeats quietly.

Skip ahead to Raider: Close if you're not into the warnings.

WARNINGS: Striking through extra detailed spoilery warnings but wanna be thorough. These don't all happen to reader. Angst, jealousy, dark reader!, noncon FFM, oral m & f receiving, spanking/pussy slapping, noncon gunplay/penetration, unsafe P in V sex (not btwn Joel and OFC), dubcon via captivity, degradation, cum eating, threat of/allusions to cheating kind of. joel makes reader noncon ofc, f on f oral PLUS stuff already in play like being chained up.

A/N: Ask 1, Ask 2. TBH I had trouble getting on board with the idea of adding another girl, but eventually a twisted version i could live with came together in my head. Still, I bet some people will not like it. Please don't read if you could be triggered or upset. 🧡 I did not describe the OFC, so please HC her however makes you happy.

When Joel gets back, his arms are the first thing you notice. He’s wearing a body holster with a pistol over his mesh tank top. The body holster makes his shoulder muscles look even more imposing. The second thing you notice is that he’s not alone. He’s dragging another girl by her elbow. She looks like she’s been crying, but she’s not now. She’s angry. Joel doesn’t look at you when he comes in. He slams the door behind him and hangs up his gun. He throws her down on the other bed, then cages her with his body. He holds her chin and and says, “Don’t fuckin’ move.” She spits in his face.

He takes a deep breath and cracks his neck without his hands. ”Been nothin’ but nice to ya,” he says. “That ends now.”

Shamefully, your first thought is, what does he mean by ‘nice to her’? Was he the same as he is with you? Did he save her from a worse fate? Did he stroke her cheek and tell her it was going to be alright? Did tell her he was going to take her with him, protect her from far worse men? How many times has he done this? You hate to think you might not be special.

Joel unbuttons his pants and looks at the girl menacingly. “Coulda made this enjoyable for ya,” he says regretfully. “Too bad.”

Your stomach turns and your heart pounds. Is this all because you kissed him? Is he punishing you for your affection? It’s not fair. He’s the one who kissed you first in the middle of the night. Your eyes sting with tears. You can’t sit here and let this happen.

“What are you doing?” you cry.

“What am I doing?” he laughs. He pauses without unzipping his pants. Finally, he looks at you as he palms himself. Your eyes follow his hand and you’re relieved to see he’s not fully hard yet.

“Don’t,” you plead. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He unzips his tight jeans and takes his semi-hard cock out. He asks you, “Where should I put it?” with his pelvis still pointed toward the other bed.

“Do you have to put it anywhere?” you whimper. The girl looks at you hopefully like you really have a say. Like you might be trying to help her.

“Do I have to,” he grumbles. You run through the options in your head. He could put it in her mouth, that’s not too bad. A mouth is just a mouth, right? There’s no way she would do a good job on purpose. But hopefully she wouldn’t bite him, either.

Joel approaches you and spits in his hand. As he begins to stroke himself with the spit, you say, “Let me.” He holds his cock for you and you try to suck him as good as you can, but he just wants the saliva. He won’t let you make him come. Your eyes well up.

“Shhhh,” he says and cups your cheek as he takes his cock away. He sighs, then nods back toward the rest of the stash house. “You think they want just any girl? They want what’s mine.” He glances over at the girl then back at you. He lowers his voice. “She could save your life.” As sweet as that is, it doesn’t make you feel much better about him putting his cock in another woman.

“Do you really have to?” you plead.

“Where do you want me to put it?” he asks again.

“In me,” you beg. He studies your face.

He looks up at the ceiling contemplatively. “Well either I’m doin’ it, or you’re doin’ it,” he offers.

“I’ll do it,” you say, unsure what that even means. You just know it has to be better than watching or hearing him fuck another girl. If you have to finger her or even give her head, so be it.

Joel looks surprised and impressed. “You’ll do it, then,” he repeats quietly. He unchains you from the radiator and takes the pistol out of his body holster. He holds it by the barrel and hands it to you.

Your face goes cold.

“No,” the girl whimpers, sitting in the corner of the cot with her knees hugged into her chest.

“You heard her,” Joel says. “She’s doin’ it. Right, sweet pea?”

Your hand shakes as you grip the gun. Joel motions for you to go to the other bed.

“You’re sick,” the girl whimpers at Joel. “Shoot him!” she demands of you. “What are you waiting for?? SHOOT HIM!”

Instead, you stand at the end of the cot. “Get back here,” you say weakly, gun still shaking in your hand. “And turn over.”

She shakes her head. You cock the gun.

“Damn,” Joel whispers. She still doesn’t move. She cries.

Joel loses patience and grabs her by the thighs, jerking her to the end of the bed. He pulls her dress up over her ass, clenches his jaw, and spanks her. Then he stands between you and the bed. He spits on his fingers and turns to face you. He keeps his knuckles facing you as he reaches back and slaps her pussy without looking at her. She yelps. He keeps his hand there and rubs her clit while he stares at you with his hard dick in his other hand.

“Go on,” he tells you. “You can do it, sweet pea.”

“You’re both sick,” she whimpers.

You steady the gun in both hands, avoiding the trigger, and bring the muzzle to her wet cunt. She shrieks at the cold ring of metal. Then you grab her hip for leverage and use your dominant hand to carefully push the barrel into her, gently maneuvering it so it doesn’t catch. She groans “No.”

Joel strokes your cheek and looks at you affectionately. Then he gets behind you, with both of you facing the bed. He puts his hands on your hips and presses his hard-on into your dress.

“Go on,” Joel urges and his cock hardens as he pushes it against you.

You begin to slide the gun in and out of her.

Joel brings his mouth to your head. “Good girl,” he whispers and puts his large hands on your hips. He raises your dress, exposing your ass. He pulls down your panties, then puts a hand on the small of your back. You spread your feet more, so relieved and grateful he’s not fucking the other girl. He flattens his fingers and rubs your clit until you’re wet enough. It doesn’t take long.

You’ve slowed down with the pistol, focusing more on the feeling of his hand between your legs. Joel pauses. “Don’t stop,” Joel cautions. “Or I’ll do it myself, and not with the gun.” You start again. He notches the head of his cock at your entrance and waits. You begin railing her steadily with the barrel of the gun. “Good, sweet pea,” he murmurs.

He pushes his tip inside you and you gasp at the stretch, temporarily pausing the rhythm of the gun. Then he puts one hand on your pelvis for leverage and holds a breast with the other. He slams his cock into you, jolting you up and forward, with the momentum slamming the gun harshly into her cunt. She whimpers.

“Sorry,” you whisper to her and try to steady your hand as Joel fucks you. But the last thing you would do is ask him to stop or ease up.

Joel drives his length into you steadily. Your face tenses and your temples feel weak. You’re still jealous and your mind drifts to whether he’s looking at you or the other girl. Or is he just watching you fuck her with his gun. You know he’s an awful man. Face it, it turns him on.

You put it out of your mind and focus on the feeling of being filled by him. His fingers pressing into your skin as his cock impales you, strong but gentle, like him. You can’t help but moan as he fills you up with his flesh. His cock completes you just right. You need him to be all yours.

He switches hands, using his other hand for leverage as he cups your opposite breast. He buries his mouth in your neck and that makes you feel better, your brow softens. He bites you and it feels close enough to a kiss that your heart swells. He sucks your skin, and he moans at the feeling of your nipple hardening into the palm of his hand. He massages your breast and you begin to twitch around his cock. He moans into your neck.

Joel’s hands slither around your body, and his cock pounds into you harder. “You’re doin’ great, pretty girl.” You feel yourself on the edge of climax. He slams into you with a grunt. “This pussy’s all mine,” he pants. “gonna stay that way.” You lean back into his chest and enjoy the feeling of his body wrapped around yours while you’re wrapped around his cock. He begins to stroke your clit and you moan. He breathes heavier and grunts with each thrust.

“Sweet pea,” he murmurs. “You feel so good.” Your heart flutters at his words and your lower abdomen buzzes with warmth. “She could never. No one else could.”

With that validation, you fuck her harder with the gun. “That’s it, baby,” Joel whispers, slamming his cruel cock into you. “Just like that.” Your arm gets tired and you switch hands. It’s so tempting to put down the gun, but you don’t want to find out whether he’d really fuck her. You don’t want to disappoint him either, and you don’t want him to stop fucking you.

He pulls out before either of you come. You sigh at the loss but his fingers gather slick from your dripping cunt then return to your clit and he outdoes himself. He puts his mouth to your ear. “Go ‘head, baby,” and his low whisper makes you see stars.

You moan and tremble and fall into her, plunging the gun deeper.

“Pretty when ya come,” he murmurs and rubs your back while you finish. Then he grabs your ass affectionately and steps to your side; You flinch, your ass is sore today.

He slowly pumps his cock and kneels onto the cot with one knee. He takes your hand and makes you take the gun out. She collapses onto the dirty mattress.

“What’d I do wrong?” you ask him.

“You did great, sweet pea. You did perfect,” he says as he gets up on the cot and it creaks under his full weight.

She tries to squirm away and he stops her with a hand on her ass. He’s facing her side and looking at you as he pumps himself. He straddles one of her legs and you whimper. He points his cock at her pussy, then he looks at you again as he strokes himself and comes on her ass. It trickles down her crack to her cunt. You don’t want his cum between her legs, it tugs at your tear ducts, but you’re comforted by his eye contact with you when he came.

He gets off the cot, tucks his dick away, then comfortingly squeezes your shoulder and watches you watch his cum trickle down. “You want it so bad, take it,” he says. He crosses his arms and nods toward her.

It feels like a command. You begin to reach out your hand toward her.

“Nuh-uh. With your mouth, sweet pea.”

You obediently bend at the hips and lean over the cot. Joel pries her legs open for you. You plant your mouth between her legs and lick from her cunt, while trying to strain your eyes to meet Joel’s for approval. “Yeah, get it all, baby.” You drag your tongue up her crack.

You swallow it and he holds out his arms for you. He helps you down from the cot and takes you back over to yours. “You’re gonna stay here for a li’l bit, sweet pea. Keep her company.”

You sniffle. “Do I have to?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll come back for you later.” He kisses you on the head and makes sure you’re comfortable before he chains you back.

After Joel leaves, you and the other girl are both silent for a while. Then she tries to get through to you, tries to convince you that the two of you can outsmart him together. When pleading doesn’t work, she tries tough love. “I get it,” she says. “You think he cares about you. But he doesn’t. You think he’s faithful to you, just because he owns you.”

“He does care.”

“Well I don’t see your name on his chest. And his dick sure didn’t taste faithful today.”

Any sympathy you had for her evaporates with those words. Even if she’s lying, even if she’s trying to play you.

“Pathetic,” she scoffs. “You don’t even want to be free, do you?”

You’re silent for a minute, then get an idea. “You’re right, I don’t. But if you really want to escape, I can tell you how.”

You know the guard won’t stay at the door all night. You know the best time and route to get out of the house. If she gets away, good for her. If she gets caught by one of Joel’s men, oh well.

Thank you so, so much for reading and engaging! Love you guys. You will have your man to yourself next time.

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zombiesama · 7 years ago

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Already anxious + getting scolded for mentioning thing that made me anxious (which ! Ive been told to do! """Stop internalizing everything""") + fucking bathbomb (composed of who knows what. Probably something I'm allergic to!!!!) + a crap ton of other anxiety inducing crap = panic attack in the shower!!! Cant mention it bc i just got scolded for mentioning anxiety crap!!!! Got scolded bc "when u start going to therapy youll be told that you need to do what makes you most uncomfortable" !! Well!!! Ive only had one appointment!!! Maybe! Dont expect me to know shit ! When i havent gone to therapy more than once! Maybe!!! Dont say youll do x thing to avoid anxiety causer!!! But!! Never do that thing!!! Even though!!! You promise!!! Every ! Single ! Time!

#im so done #i wish i was 18 #i want to leave #i cant even microwave shit without having to avoid the poison food sitting on the counter!#and !!! she put my microwave foods in the gross scary freezer #im so done. i cant i cant i cant #and when she was scolding me she got mad bc i said i didnt know how to respond #like!!! i dont know how to respond!!! i dont know what you expect from me!!! your question was vague as shit!!!!#i cant even answer vague questions about my special interests let alone my emotions #what are you thinking like tbh i was thinking bout wanting to shower but i knew that wasnt the respomse she want so i shrugged!!!#what do tou want!! be specific!!! ''what compromise could we come to about this specific issue'' now that! is a question i can answer #but u asked what i was thinking #thats not specific #i can think about like 3 things at once ok #my answer coulda been showering! or the fact my leg was itchy! or the step by step list i keep in my head for how to go to bed #theres a spevific order to evrrything #and you threw it off #and i had to scramble to pick up the pieces #which included staring blankly at my phone + pretending to scroll through tumblr so you wouldnt ask me wtf is wrong #i !! was trying not to pace around waiting for when i could start the step-by-step!!!#staring blankly at something and waiting for specific landmarks is the only way to put together the routine after something screws it up #until u stood up to go upstairs i could do anything #until alo went to his room i vouldnt do anything #everything has an order #and i csn stand some changes #but when i have to stay up later while all of u do the usual order of tbings is bad!!!#i should be doing my order of things!!! ur stopping that!!!#ramblings #negative #vent

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haysprite · 2 years ago

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// DBD Chapter 27 Spoilers

Alrightyyy, I have some gripes with The Skull Merchant's lore that I wanna talk about real quick. I'll also be referring to her as Adriana, since that's a lot less of a pain to type out than... Y'know, Skull Merchant

I'm gonna be straight up and just say that I flat out do not like it. I'm super sad about that, because I was looking forward to what led to Adriana becoming The Skull Merchant. There were SOOOO many fun directions they coulda taken it, but god, it just feels like they fumbled the ball here? While the concept of a corrupt business woman is cool, I just don't think it fits her and her aesthetic. It just feels a bit all over the place, tbh, especially when in comparison to a good chunk of the original Killers. I got lost very easily, had to reread a lot, and overall just felt super messy.

Like, okay, Adriana stalking the dude that took her place as the top student? Okay okay, I see where we're goin with this- Oh, and it leads to nothing. Not a damn thing.

Why the fuck did her father leave after she returned home with all that money? Why didn't she have him post his own manga on the damn site she made, allowing him to feel like he's earning his own money? THEY COULDA HAD A FAMLIY BUSINESS HERE? HELLO?

The idea of her flipping companies is cool n all, and then wanting to take over em through killing... Cause like, let's be real, this shit could happen irl, probably has/does idfk. But I genuinely don't really understand how one thing led to another into her ACTUALLY killing people? I get greed overtaking her, but ehghgh it just felt super forced :(

What *I* personally wish they had done, would to have had Adriana start to obsess over the character of The Skull Merchant, hanging on to every story her father ever wrote about her. Adriana could begin to idolize her, seeing her as the hero of her stories, and soon would want to BECOME her. She would begin studying day and night how to work technology, spending hours upon hours learning and building drones, with the goal of becoming her idol.

After a while, her father could stop producing Sonhadores Sombrios, having moved past the idea and wanting to start anew with his work. This infuriated Adriana, who just wanted to hear more and more of The Skull Merchant's story, and was persistent that he continued. He continuously denied her, which drove Adriana further and further into madness as she wanted to continue the story herself. She would make sure that The Skull Merchant lived on, with or without her father's help.

Slowly but surely, Adriana started to find victims to gut, just like her hero. Poor, weak souls that would be lost on their paths. Her drones would aid her in her work, scouting out prey. Quick, and silent, she'd hunt at night, careful to spot any witnesses around before making her move. No one could figure out how these people died, though they soon realized a pattern in how they died: two slash marks straight through their chests.

This is where it could continue like normal: Her drone would be taken down by Thalita's kite, leaving her clueless about whether or not there were any witnesses around. Thalita and Renato would run into her, they'd run away, and then cut to them entering the realm.

It's nowhere near a perfect idea, but I feel like it would flow more easily? I dunno, its just what I immediately thought of after reading her backstory. I feel like she has a lot of potential, but so far, I'm just not digging her story unlike Thalita's and Renato's. Also, once again, I apologize if this is a bit all over, I just had to get my ideas out or else I woulda forgotten em lmaoo

#i am willing to see where her future tomes could take her tho #id love to see further development #but so far she just feels like a jeff bezos wannabe #also her design feels a bit lackluster to me #might redesign her if i feel like it idfk #shes hot af tho dont get me wrong #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the skull merchant #the skull merchant #skull merchant #dbd killer #dbd chapter 27 #which is super unfortunate #haysprite

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moonbunnie7 · 2 years ago

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Can I just say before I go on a rant that I am a person who mostly enjoys everything I watch. I am easily impressed when it comes to movies or tv and I look at motion picture as fun and not always broken down to the nitty gritty. However this season of aggretsuko I fuckin will lmao!!!!! So spoiler alert!!!!!

Aggretsuko season 5 was a huge disappointment for me bc I was looking forward to this show to open and close with a bang and quite frankly it flopped.

Tbh I liked Haida’s villain moment last season and I appreciate his character development as well, but I think it could have been done with Retsuko not being put on the back burner this season. their relationship coulda been more balanced and I’m also tired of Retsuko not being full on in wanting Haida or not. She runs the show? So why isn’t she the centre?

I will say I do relate to Haida’s struggle and wanting to keep private about it, he also did really try to get himself put together on his own, and made a friend along the way, shikabari was her name? but why was that the most fun part of this season? I think Haida is not a great boyfriend but something that he showcased is how much he loves, cares about and is willing to sacrifice without wanting to burden others.

Everything else after that felt flat. Even with retsuko fucking going into politics Tonne still calls her calendar??? He’s still a dirtbag in my eyes he’s just not as bad.

The fact that the closing scene fucking shows Retsuko on a crowded ass bus thinking that her rage is the thing carrying her is only half the point! She said she wanted a quiet and peaceful life with someone she loves so I think that it would have been a better ending to just show her and Haida going on a date AFTER a long day of work, showcasing the mundane of life but showing what SHE wanted? Or her just lying in bed with Haida with the morning light on them? Ugh idk man. Just straight up FLAT for me.

#text #txt #personal #rant #tw just bc #ask to tag #anime #aggretsuko #Haida jinro #Retsuko #Aggretsuko 2023 #the fact that this is the last season is just #idk #like #I really could go on #let me just say y’all I am a very easy watcher I enjoy everything mostly that I watch but this ending was shit #spoiler alert #spoiler

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artobotsrollout · 4 years ago

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Alright @wildfirewish here goes round 2!

Look at this funky little cryptid!! Even though I wish we coulda seen more for Soundwave he's hard not to like IMO from appearance alone... But then again I also have a major soft spot for creepy cryptid looking motherheckers sooo....

Also TfP Spoiler warning!

Soundwave from TfP

Personal opinion: (7/10)

He gets this rating purely because of how much I adore his design shdjsjwj. It's one of my top fav designs in TF media. OH and also that shit he does in season 3???!? I WILL NEVER GET OVER HOW FUCKING FUNNY THIS MOMENT IS and is wholly responsible for my Soundwave was an artist headcanon.

A silent creeper whose secretly a shitlord is really funny to me and I wanted more than we got honestly. Super dope how he's so good at his job he just... slowly walks over and fixes the problem without even looking.

He loses points for being a narc.

Design: (9/10)

Origami cryptid. Is this design rating purely because I love monster designs? I mean... I'm too biased to be 100% objective and probably added a point or two but I do genuinely think his design is just SOLID. I really dig the triangles and sharp angles of his design.

And I'd love to do a deeper look at his design when I have more energy like I've been wanting to do for a bunch of TFP characters including an analysis of his proportions. For now all I'll say is, I dig how unapologetically hard they lean into the weird. I love the bold direction characters have in TfP. Also they maintain strong silhouettes while maintaining detail and semi realism!

Micheal Bay, Disney, eat your heart out.

He and Starscream both have proportions that were messed with to make em look creepier and more alien. And I LOVE that HO BOI. It's a good way to add a sort of uncanny valley feel to enhance his creep factor.

I love all his lights and large flat planes. His movements, his posture, all are very well done to create that silent but dangerous image that speaks for itself. I could go on forever.

Also his little fingies are adorable. The facemask projections are brilliant.

Loses a point just cause I'd like a little more detail or armor on his arms. Maybe a little more integration of the shapes from the legs. It looks a little bare and some slight extra armour could really help believability and I'd spend less time wondering how his arm hasn't snapped off. And his big floppy feet kinda took away some of his creep factor for me cause my brain was just going 'eheheheh floppy feet' every shot he was walking which... THAT'S probably just a me issue tbh. These are P much personal opinion nitpicks so *shrug*

His cable tentacle things and Lazerbeak perching on his chest are such brilliant interpretations of his abilities and minicons being with him 24/7 from G1. Really made it all so seamless. Love love LOVE his design and how outside the box and brilliant his design is so he gets a point back for that.

You know what I dig as well? He kinda has a certain Motherboard aesthetic about him. He kinda looks like he's made of computer parts I really like that.

Narrative Handling: (4/10)

He played the creepy overseer role well. Really wish we coulda seen more tbh. For such a unique character we don't ever get any answers. And sure that maintains a sense of mystery but... Even just a shot or two of a subtle unimportant action to give us a read on the sorta personality he has and keep the audience intrigued. He fights Airachnid and easily knocks her back. He has abilities with the portals and tentacle dealies. It's super awesome but WHY?

I know the books have information but for all the questions tfp raises about him none are really answered in the context of the show itself in any satisfying way. So if you like Soundwave you may be feeling let down that such a powerful character didn't get more space to be explored. If you are neutral about Soundwave it was probably easy to forget he was there.

WHICH, IF YOURE GOING TO MAKE A WEIRD FUNKY MAN at least give us an episode or two letting us see him beyond the role he fills for Megatron yknow? I'm mostly salty cause he seems like he coulda been such a fun character had he been given the floor but because the show didn't have the time to expand on him (shakes fist at Hasbro) he ended up playing the role of convenient plot device man WHEN HE WAS SO CLOSE to being so much more than that. To be fair though Optimus gets a lot of convenient plot device moments that I am absolutely certain were Hasbro either rushing them or wanting more toy options.

Overall Soundwave, much like a lot of characters and plotlines in TfP, had a massive amount of story potential that never got realized. 😔

Other:

*sigh* this Soundwave is my fav Soundwave design. He's so creepy and I adore how freaky he is. But cyberverse Soundwave constantly running theme music is so fucking funny and he has my favourite Soundwave personality.

Screenshots aren't mine.

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hadtochangemyurlquick · 4 years ago

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Texas Son seems interesting

Texas Son is me just blatantly projecting my body dysphoria onto Shelby. kfgkdfjg;kgkdfgkljf;kgdlkg. also i accidentally triggered myself while writing this? have no idea how that worked i was just doing casual research and then i’m like crying? it was a party. this is actually such a wip i don’t know what pov i’m gonna write it from? probably toni tbh? but here’s the shelby pov i’ve gotten so far. send another ask if you want toni

from this ask game

In the end, her father sending her to Plano was the best thing he coulda done for her.

He tells her, “I don’t want you to be alone,” and then sends her away. It should be enough to scare her but it just… it makes her angry. He’s a hypocrite and a liar, and he doesn’t love her. Not really.

But all of those feelings, they’re teenage girl feelings. Most teenage girls feel some kinda way about their father, and it’s not enough to make her turn her back on him.

It’s during group that she changes her mind. Up until that point it was all praying for their mortal souls, and reading the Bible, both of which she enjoyed, but group was different. Group they went around in a circle and talked about why they had SSA (same sex attraction). When it was Shelby’s turn the counselor tried to get her to talk about her mother, busy with the younger kids and not giving Shelby enough attention. But Shelby and her mother never had issues, they got along famously, barely fighting about more than a late homework.

So they turned to her father. And she talked about long huntin’ trips and the hours he’d spend hiking with her, riding the ATV along, calling her his wingwoman. They were her favorite memories, those times with her father. Moments she wouldn’t give up for anything.

They told her she was wrong.

“A relationship like that ain’t healthy, Shelbs,” the pastor said. “It sounds like you were trying to conform to his idea of a perfect son, and SSA became part of that. We want to make you fall in love with being a woman again. We believe that we can help you.”

And that was when Shelby made her decision. Later that week she ran.

Those huntin’ trips were the only time she didn’t feel alone in her tiny town. The huntin’ trips and Becca. Now they were both gone and she was already alone, she realized, the worst had happened. She wasn’t gonna be scared of herself anymore.

Like all gay kids with nowhere else to go, living closer to the west coast than the east, she ran to LA, where the sun never sets and they run out of water before it hits June. She had no phone, no money, and hitchhiked her way there, relying on the goodness of strangers in a way she never had to before.

In LA she tracked down the closest LGBT youth shelter and they checked her in without a word. They offered counseling but she managed to turn it down, slipping instead to where they still had beds available, and setting up shop next to the neatest kept one.

She blinked in surprise as Dot Campbell strode back in and plopped on her bed.

“Dottie?”

Dottie looked up, “Well no shit. It really is a small town.”

#texas son #the wilds fanfic #gus answers #gus writes #wip ask game #this one i'm more excited about i've got a playlist going and everything #goodfoe #shoni #goodfoe fanfic #to be clear i'm probably not trans #but also i might be?#i'm a hieroglyphic #i'm an open book #i'm a little bit alexis

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littlespoonevan · 5 years ago

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Um if you ever wrote a fic about Ian and Mickey being their adorable selves in their room the after night they get engaged (the second time lol) id cry

okay i was cONVINCED i’d written this before and couldn’t remember how or where and it wasn’t until i wrote literally the exact same sentence that i realised i included this scene in the last chapter of How About Every Lifetime lmao but i wrote this anyway bc that scene was only short and tbh there can never be enough versions of that night imo (especially since lip robbed us in canon)

so here you go, i hope u like it!!!!! <3

Ian is roused from his doze to the sensation ofMickey’s mouth on his chest. Feeling his mouth curve up in a grin, he tightenshis arm around Mickey’s shoulders and opens his eyes.

While Lip’s announcement had somewhat halted theirplans when they’d first gotten home, Ian had promptly forgotten about the restof the world the second they’d finally been able to retreat to their room andlock the door. Make-up sex had quickly segued to holy-fuck-we’re-engaged sex and to say he felt worn outnow would be an understatement.

With his limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and Mickeyhalf-sprawled on top of him Ian hadn’t found it hard to drift off as they’dbasked in the afterglow.

Now, he meets Mickey’s gaze and sees his ownwide-eyed wonder reflected there. He can’t believe they made it here. He can’tbelieve he has Mickey back. And notonly back but committed. His, forever.

Knowing how close he’d been to them losing it allsits heavy in his chest and he feels renewed with a new sense of determinationto make sure Mickey never doubts him or his feelings ever again.

“Hey,” he mumbles after they’ve stared at each otherfor just a beat too long, raising his head from the pillow to close the lastscant few inches and slot their mouths together.

Mickey hums into the kiss, pulling back a momentlater with an expression on his face more content than Ian’s ever seen him. It remindshim of the moment they were reunited all those months ago. When Mickey threwhimself down on the prison bunk bed and Ian had lasted a grand total of fiveseconds before following him down. He’ll never forget the look on Mickey’s facebefore they kissed again for the first time in years. The surety that he’d beenright where he was supposed to be.

Ian feels like that right now.

“Hey,” Mickey replies softly and Ian feels a specialkind of smug knowing no one else will ever get to hear Mickey sound like that.

Ian runs his free hand down Mickey’s arm, catchinghis hand and holding it up to look at the ring. Somewhere between ripping oneanother’s clothes off and desperate kisses, Ian had managed to take the ringsfrom the nightstand and slide Mickey’s one onto his ring finger. He hadn’t had muchtime to linger on the sight, too distracted by what Mickey’s mouth had beendoing as soon as the ring was secure.

Now though, he slowly folds Mickey’s fingers to get acloser look, mouth quirking up in a smile at the way the ring cuts through the ‘u’tattooed on Mickey’s knuckle.

“Getting second thoughts?” Mickey asks after aminute. His voice is light and obviously meant to be joking but Ian notices theslight hesitance.

He tears his gaze away from Mickey’s hand and meetshis eyes, lacing his fingers through Mickey’s and squeezing tightly. “You knowme freaking out was never about you, Mick,” he says lowly. “It’s always beenyou. I’ve tried being with other people and it never fucking worked.”

He can tell Mickey’s biting the inside of his cheek,a nervous habit Ian wants nothing more than to soothe away with a kiss. ButMickey deserves a full explanation. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,”he promises, leaning his forehead against Mickey’s. He breathes him in andhopes Mickey can feel his heartbeat where his arm lays over Ian’s chest.

“I was scared because I didn’t want you to be stuckwith me for the rest of your life,” he continues. “Stuck looking after me andputting up with my bullshit when I fly off the handle-“

“Stop fuckin’ talking about yourself like that,”Mickey interrupts, his attempt to look intimidating completely cancelled out bythe softness around his eyes.

“You know it’s a possibility,” Ian tells him calmly. “But-I just. I used be so much better at taking risks, y’know? And I think after Igot diagnosed I stopped doing that because some of those risks put me in somepretty dangerous situations. But in doing that I forgot about the best risk Iever took.”

Mickey looks at him, eyebrows expectant as he waitsfor him to keep going.

“You,” Ian says, finding it impossible to keep thesmile out of his voice. “Mick, you coulda fuckin’ killed me that day I tried toget the gun back off you,” he laughs, feeling triumphant when the barest hintof a smile quirks Mickey’s lips. “Hell, every fucking day of our relationshipwas a risk for almost three years but I kept taking it.”

Levelling Mickey with a look, he lifts the arm he’dhad draped across Mickey’s back and curls his fingers in the hair at the napeof Mickey’s neck. “And the only the thing I regret is that I stopped,” he says,hoping Mickey can hear the earnestness in his voice. “So yeah, marriage is arisk. But every single risk I’ve ever taken with you has been worth it so Iwant to do it.”

Mickey watches him for a beat, eyes boring into Ian’slike he’s trying to search for any trace of uncertainty. When he doesn’t findany he ducks his head, gaze falling to where their hands are still interlinked.

“It’s not a risk if it’s you,” Ian whispers,heartbeat picking up speed in his chest as Mickey’s head suddenly snaps up tolook at him.

Wordlessly, Mickey shifts forward where he’s stilllying half on top of Ian and crushes their lips together. It’s heated at firstbut dissolves into something slow almost immediately as their foreheads rolltogether, petering off after a minute or two until they’re just pressing theirlips together over and over again. Soft and insistent and sure.

“For what it’s worth,” Mickey mumbles against him afew minutes later. “When you asked how I know I love you-“

“Mick, you don’t have to-“ Ian starts because heknows. He knows and that’s enough butMickey cuts him off anyway.

“Let me say it,” he says and he looks nervous butthere’s determination in the set of his mouth. The same look he always gets onhis face right before he says something to make Ian’s knees weak. “I just knowbecause I do. I know it the same way you know all that kinda stuff that justbecomes fact in your head eventually. The sky’s fuckin’ blue. Grass is green.Winter in Chicago is cold as fuck. And I’ve been stupidly fucking in love withyou since I was a teenager.”

Mickey shrugs, helpless and honest and unravellingIan from the inside out. “That’s it. I just know.”

Ian stares at him, speechless, before he lets out abreathless laugh. It’s awed and overwhelmed and barely audible but it makesMickey smile. “Come here,” he breathes, feeling giddy as he tips his head up sotheir mouths can meet in the middle. And Ian thinks he could do this forever;kiss Mickey until both their mouths are numb and revel in this feeling until hecan’t even remember what a time without Mickey felt like.

He reluctantly releases Mickey’s hand so he can lifthimself up to straddle Ian properly but Mickey doesn’t break their kiss once soIan figures he can’t really complain. As soon as he’s settled over Ian’s hipsMickey reaches for both of his hands, lacing their fingers together and pressingtheir joined hands into the mattress on either side of Ian’s head. And they’vedone this a million times before but it’s different.

Because he can feel Mickey’s ring in the spacebetween his fingers and he knows Mickey can feel his too and it’s just- it’smore. It’s proof. It’s definitive proof that they belong together. It’s a headyfeeling and Ian allows himself to get lost in it as he urges Mickey closer,ignoring the ache in his leg and using their joined hands to roll them overuntil he’s crowding Mickey into the pillows.

In the brief moment they both take to catch theirbreath Mickey looks up at him with a cocky grin and says, “You ready to goagain?”

Leaning down until they’re plastered together, chestto chest, Ian noses at Mickey’s jawline, mumbling his words into Mickey’s neck.“Talking about feelings gets me hot, who knew?”

Mickey barks out a laugh, fingers twisting in Ian’shair. “I fuckin’ did. Always the quickest way to get in your pants.”

Ian pulls back, mock-affronted before a laugh burstsout of him. “Are you serious?”

Mickey just smirks up at him, a devilish look in hiseye as lets out a quiet, “I love you.”

Ian raises an eyebrow, body tingling and absolutelybetraying him. “Keep going.”

“Always loved you,” Mickey murmurs, making Ian shiveras he trails a hand down his back. “Couldn’t stop.”

Ian lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and alaugh, tugging Mickey into a bruising kiss. “You’re a dick,” he huffs againstMickey’s mouth, hardly kissing him with how hard he’s grinning. “I love youtoo.”

Mickey’s smile meets his own and for a moment there’snothing except that, lips curved wide, teeth clashing as they swallow eachother’s laughter but slowly, it slips back into something more. Intonever-ending kisses and wandering hands and heated breaths and Ian thinks arisk has never felt so much like safety.

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