#decimal ass nerd

[adhdo5]

o5 council consisting of just guys who either faked their way into the position or were coerced into it (by outside forces or their predecessors)

In a way isn't this every O5 Council

[nadianova]

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[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Paper Pirates

MDNI

An unconventional member of an unconventional crew, you find yourself wrestling with frustrations out of your league

Shanks x f!reader (more relevant in part 2)

It was supposed to be a one-shot.

There are many roads to piracy.

Paperwork shouldn’t be one of them.

Sailors fly the jolly roger for adventure, for freedom, for greed. Sweet or savage, pirates turn to the sea for a thrilling life away from responsibility. Not for double-entry accounting.

It should be all swords and swashbuckling, especially on a yonko’s flagship. Music and tuneless singing have steeped in the ship’s hull along with sea brine and rum, staining the Red Force with a mighty reputation.

And yet. Here you sit: ink-stained fingers, spectacles, and all.

The financial charts, ledgers, and reports from across the Emperor’s territory make a compelling excuse to skip the evening’s celebrations. Light from the overhead lantern trembles with the rhythmic force of a dozen idiots dancing – or fighting – on deck. You have a job to do and frankly can’t be assed to even feign interest, not that you put much effort into the pretense since your first introduction.

Shanks called for this particular event because it’s a day ending in y. No one has cannons aimed at the Red Force, and there’s no pressing need for sobriety. Standard practice, really.

The exposure to the crew’s merry making itches under your skin like sun blisters. You’ll burn if you get too much, but it’s an unavoidable hazard at sea.

Even if you’re only half-crew.

You’re a leap and a bound above a coddled passenger but so removed from the functional hierarchy you don’t even have a title.

Except. Well. There was always…

“Nerd!”

You drag your eyes away from ledger lines and decimals to blink at Yasopp. The sniper is drunk and enjoying himself. And pointing at you.

“Captain says you have to have a drink when you’re done.”

One finger curls over a notebook’s cover, and you contemplate how many more hours of work you can eek out before you’re too tired for responsible accounting.

“I swear the books get worse every time I come back.” It’s lighthearted, but also too fucking true. “I’ll be working late.”

Yasopp shakes his head. Grins. “Orders.”

Your eyes roll away from the pirate and back to the mathematic wreck on the desk. “Whatever. Just leave me something and I’ll lift a glass to your unconscious ass before I sleep.”

Cackling, Yasopp ferries your answer back to the party, and you work the puzzle of knotted equations until the lantern stops swinging and the racket falls silent. Pirates not on watch stumble through the corridors on their way to their bunks, slurring and laughing on the other side of the wall. Even that goes quiet eventually.

Your eyes burn from focusing too hard to blink for minutes on end, and you decide it’s safe to stop for the night. Off come the glasses, neatly folded and tucked into a desk drawer. They’ll be safer there than on your person, and you only need them for reading fine print. You didn’t used to. Not when you started. But that’s true of a lot of things.

With joints that creak like the steps you ascend, you head up on deck. Bodies of the fallen sleep under a blanket of stars – the ones who drank themselves to sleep or refused to leave the party before waking in the morning. The few on watch peer down from crow’s nests or attend minor chores around their comrades’ spread limbs and upturned bellies.

Yellow lights contrast with the velvet black-blue stitching together endless sea and sky, and you can’t help relaxing just a little as you approach the one table with a conscious crewman. The cherry of his cigarette burns bright, and smoke curls into the breeze.

“Benn.”

He nods, mumbling your name. As you sit, he slides a large tankard to your side of the table.

It doesn’t look like wine. Doesn’t smell like beer. It’s the wrong color for sake. “It’s rum, isn’t it?”

“Didn’t send Yasopp with a preference,” the first mate says. The telling glint in his eye betrays his good humor. “This was all we had left.”

“I’ve seen the inventory. There’s plenty for the next week of travel, even if the crew gets shit-faced twice a day.”

Benn shrugs. “It was all that was left on deck.”

You doubt it, even if it’s more plausible, but there’s no point arguing. Time to finish the last task of the day.

Lifting the heavy cup, you tilt your head back and chug.

“Steady.” Benn watches with his arms crossed.

You drink rather than answer. Swallowing fire, you drain half of what was left for you.

“I’m tired,” you say when you stop to breathe, “and I want to go to bed.”

Bed is a hammock in the groaning belly of the ship. Surrounded by other hammocks. Full of pirates. Who snore. Loudly. A night of drinking never helps the volume, but maybe your share will help you black out.

“If I drink fast enough, I’ll be asleep before it hits and it won’t matter.”

“If you say so.”

He’s very good at letting people make their own mistakes. You’ve watched him to it. But this isn’t the first time you’ve rushed through liquid social obligations on your way to rest. He doesn’t know you as well as he thinks, you’re sure.

The second half of the rum goes down like the first, and you aren’t even tipsy as you take your leave and head below. It’s a good plan. Maybe it would’ve worked, too, if it weren’t for the chaos you find in your assigned quarters.

While the little study always holds records, you aren’t aboard often enough to have a dedicated sleeping space. No cabin. Not even a bunk. Just a hammock in the hold with the lower ranks. You left your small trunk by one near the door, and you’d slept there for the past five nights running without issue.

Until now.

There must’ve been a brawl, or one of the bigger men misjudged his approach under the influence, because a wad of ripped and tangled hammocks sits piled in the center of the room. All the remaining options, including your unofficially claimed space, are full.

You can’t go to bed.

There is no bed.

Benn doesn’t seem surprised when you come back.

Sooner or later, the rum will hit, and you know better than to wait for it on your feet. So, you pick a place by Benn’s table and settle with your ass on the deck and your back against a wall.

Technically speaking, you’ve slept in worse places.

Realistically speaking, you usually sleep in better.

Honestly speaking, you’re too old for this shit.

This is the consequence of your actions. Today it’s glasses and rum. Tomorrow it will be a sore head and an aching tailbone. The day after it will probably be a cannonball to the face. No matter how lackadaisical the crew behaves, they’re all pirates at the end of the day, and so are you.

Why are you a pirate? Why are you here? Your life was so slow and orderly before a big grin and a thatch of red hair flipped it on its head. Did you ever actually agree to this life, or did you just fail to argue with the plan? That must be the problem. If you never learn to say no, whatever comes is your fault. But if you learn to say no, you’ll have to learn to say yes, too. That might be worse.

Of course, Benn can’t let you mope in peace.

“What’s eating ya?”

“Mosquitoes, maybe.”

“Nah.” He stubs out the butt of his cigarette and reaches for the pack. “Been off since your last sabbatical. Longer, if we’re being honest, but it really has its teeth in you now.”

“Nothing.” Gods. You sound like a teenager.

He hums, lights up a fresh smoke, and leaves it alone.

You can’t even explain why you’re in a bad mood. It’s just vibes. A feeling that makes sense until you try caging it in words.

You’ve been part of Shank’s entourage for years now, and you’ve seen the impact of his influence.

He makes things better. Things grow under his care.

That’s good. That’s great. That’s better than most folks in the New World ever expect to find in their lifetimes. But somehow it doesn’t apply to you.

You let your head fall back against the wall. The hollow thunk sounds as empty as you wish you could make your skull.

People drink to forget, or so some sad, broken soul tells you in every bar in every port you’ve ever visited. It’s a neat trick you never learned, though. Booze makes you think. Then it makes you speak. Then it makes you sleep.

It doesn’t make you the party girl the Red-Haired Pirates clearly hoped for the first time they dragged you into a night of carousing. It didn’t help your on-again off-again crewmate status. No one besides a handful of the most seasoned officers knew how to speak to you, and you could count those on one hand.

If you could bring yourself to care less about what you did, you would’ve flipped everyone the bird ages ago, refused to board the Red Force after one of your little layovers and made a home somewhere.

But you can’t, and you don’t, and the alcohol fumes up from belly to brain with old memories.

Once upon a time you bumped into a grey-haired man at the dock. His hands were full of loose papers and notebooks. When they clattered to the ground, you immediately helped pick them up, because that was just good manners. As you gathered the pages, you saw the numbers, and your brain leapt ahead of your mouth, so as you handed the collection back to Shank’s first mate, you blithely mentioned, “You have some transportation and duplication errors in the top account that are throwing off your totals.”

And, low and behold, the next day the first mate – one Benn Beckman – tracked you down and discussed working for one of the most powerful people in the Grand Line.

You almost turned him down. You tried, actually. But he insisted you at least hear his captain out, face to face. And then Shanks smiled, and it was all over.

They gave you a strange job.

Emperors reigned in their own ways. Force and threats were standard, but Shanks followed no rules. He governed without actually doing anything, relying on booty stolen at sea and the generosity of thriving island economies to maintain his ship and crew. At least it looked that way from the outside. But the system relied on more than luck and good looks.

Your tasks follow a cycle. The Red Force drops you at an island, leaves you there, then picks you up a few (many) months later. When you’re aboard, you review and balance the ship’s books. When you’re on land, you do the real work. You record how things work on the island, or how they don’t, and you gather the numbers to prove it. Then Shanks and his commanders use your data to find the best ports for long stays, to spot unrest before it became insurrection, and to generally handle pirate business.

Honestly, you enjoy it. You never thought your uncanny skills with numbers could lead to so much travel, and you like island hopping. It’s nice to be special. It’s nice to be needed, even a little. It should be enough. You have more than most.

The itch in the back of your mind has been getting worse, though, especially as you start looping back to hubs you visited in your early days as a quasi-pirate.

Things have grown. People have put down roots. They flourish and offer good fruit in return.

But you haven’t found a way to grow into the Red-Hair Pirates the way other people settle into their lives. Your roots grasp at salt water.

At the start of this adventure, years ago, you let the tide wash you out to sea. It’s no one’s fault but yours, and that doesn’t make you feel any better, so you self-isolate and avoid what you can’t explain.

Pirates aren’t big on feelings talk.

And you’re at least half a pirate.

“Eh, nerd still can’t hold her rum?”

Apparently, Shanks hasn’t surrendered to tomorrow’s hangover yet.

You huff as Benn’s chuckle rumbles over you. Without opening your eyes, which slipped closed at some point you can’t be fucked to remember, you say, “Nerd can hold her rum. Nerd’s hammock was a casualty of war.”

“Ah.” A chair creaks as the captain joins Beckman’s table. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t stay out voluntarily. And if you hold your rum so well, why don’t you have another with us?”

“I did my duty. I just want to sleep.”

Shanks tsks, and you finally crack an eye open. He’s taken the chair closest to your spot on the floor. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” You knock your boot against his bare ankle, frowning. “You should take better care of yourself.”

“Are you going to nip at me like a sheepdog until I do? Come on, you’re awake. Have another drink.”

The insistence is inching towards an order. While the Red Hair Pirates have never followed conventional standards of respect, when Shanks tells you to do something, you listen.

Groaning, swearing, and taking your precious time, you stretch and inch away from the haze of sleep. You spare a filthy look for Beckman as you clamber onto a chair, because you can easily reason your way into this being his fault. The bastard smirks around his cigarette.

Maybe he really did plan this. Maybe Shanks did. Maybe the rats are in this together. Fuck knows what “this” is, but you’re sailing through Tipsy on the way to Drunk, and clearly there are plans in motion to blow you to the far shores of Hammered.

Fresh bottles have appeared on the table as if by magic, and you pull your discarded tankard over, resigned to your fate. It’s already been refilled.

You drink. So does Shanks. Beckman enjoys his smoke.

It’s…companionable. If it was always like this, maybe you could set your roots in the Red Force’s planks. Trust it to be a home.

But you’ll be ashore again in a few days, and if you let yourself grow into the crew, you’ll tear yourself apart when they leave.

And if they never come back?

Even a Yonko can die. And Shanks is changeable. One day they may not come back for you.

Did you eat dinner? The rum glows warm in your blood.

You find yourself ready to forgive Beckman. For… whatever. He was responsible. He was never the problem.

Shanks is deep in his thoughts, famous red hair drifting in the breeze. As he quietly enjoys his sake, you glare.

“Do you realize how frustrating you are?”

His cup pauses against his lips. His eyebrows leap up. “Eh?”

Yes. This is what you’ve been wrestling with it. He’s the problem.

“You’re the strongest.” You gesture as you speak, and rum splashes out, burning the cracked skin over your knuckles. “No one else can take care of you, so you better take care of yourself.”

Another kick. You aim for your captain’s ankle again, but you hit his shin. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like you could hurt him if you tried. While you aren’t the weakest aboard the Red Force, you’re pretty damn far from the strongest.

Shanks whines anyway, and Beckman’s dry laugh sounds like old leaves rattling in the wind.

“Seriously.” You empty your cup. That gives the truth time to percolate. There’s no helping it now. You’re smashed, and your dignity has flown. Your fist props up your drooping head as tangled thoughts spin out into thread.

“It’s so frustrating. You have no idea what’s like being weaker than someone you love.”

The immediate silence takes a minute to catch up with you. The rum has floated you beyond a standard perception of time, and your head is too loud to notice everything outside hasn’t kept up.

You frown.

You think.

And you realize.

In that moment, you aren’t a ship. There is no chair, table, or lantern to keep you steady. You’re floating in the black abyss, and you know without seeing that a sea king is circling for the kill. There’s no air. Or light. Or distraction. Just terrible, dreadful awareness.

Oh, gods.

Stars, seas, and sabers. Fucking hells and all the horrors below.

You love Shanks.

It’s the stupidest thing in the world, and it makes perfect sense.

You just informed on yourself. To yourself. And possibly to the two men eyeing you, but there’s grace in nebulous phrasing, and no one should be taken too seriously after so much rum.

You leap to your feet and point straight between the captain’s eyes.

“I am drunk, and I refuse to face the consequences of my actions.”

Shanks just blinks at you, and Beckman keeps his thoughts to himself as you back away, trip over your chair, and stagger back down to the study. You hold your head so high you can’t see your feet, and you earn a dozen nicks and bruises on your way.

You sleep in the corner with your jacket as a blanket, and in the morning, you tell yourself nothing happened at all.

[hannie-dul-set]

CRASH & BURN.

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor. w — swearing, one absolutely horrendous dad joke, the secondhand embarrassment is even worse this time i'm not sorry at all, the rest of the en-kids are also losers. 1.3k words.

note — listen, who am i to deny the public from their needs and wants? i have no idea how rizzless hoon became such a hit, but ask and you shall receive. i'm sure this won't be the last you'll see of this loser. PART ONE. if you enjoy loser! hoon, you might also enjoy this other series of mine.

also tagging those who were asking for a part two hope u all don't mind! — @gyulune @jngwnlvs @snowysab @miercerise @karinasswifee @cerealdreamwriter @dinonuguaegi @tyongff-ff

for the past five days, you have been routinely returning to the skatepark at the same time without fail. this has obviously attracted questions from your friends considering the first time you tried out a longboard, you crashed and scraped and bruised your chin within seconds, but you can’t exactly tell them the truth about your endeavor— that you’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of mr. kuromi bandaid with the rollerblades again, and being left disappointed every single time.

he hasn’t shown up. not even once.

it’s day five, and there’s still no sign of him nor his lollipop. it’s day five, and you’re just about to give up until you spot from your peripheral a familiar group of boys that scared the shit out of you the other day— except this time, they aren’t staring at you like maniacs, and they seem to be one person less.

“are you fucking stupid?” you overhear as you hesitantly approach their circle, cautious steps because they’re still as intimidating as you can remember. they all look so serious, two individuals glaring at each other while the rest simply watch, both unconcerned and amused. “oh yeah? you really think you can beat me? wanna duke it out right now, dickwad?”

cold sweat breaks out and you freeze in your tracks, expecting them to spiral into a fist fight.

“my dragonite will sweep your fucking team, loser.”

“your dragonbitch doesn’t stand a chance against my tyranitar!”

nevermind. you really shouldn’t be so quick to judge them again.

you regain the bounce in your step and race up before they could metaphorically kick each other's asses.

“hi!” 

you flinch when the six heads suddenly snap towards you. your smile twitches, discomfort  lasering into your skin from the half a dozen set of narrowed eyes leering at you so intently and so intensely. “who are you?” the one previously bragging about his dragonite asks.

“dumbass.” another one smacks the former on the backside of his skull. “it’s shoelaces.”

the nickname sets a few lightbulbs off, and a pair breaks away from their violent staring at you to give each other knowing glances. “oh, shit!” this time it’s mr. tyranitar who exclaims. “right. the dude hoon absolutely decimated himself in front of. poor guy. he’s still going through the five stages of grief.”

hoon must mean sunghoon. you want to open your mouth and present your business about the missing individual, but it’s not so easy to butt in when they’re busy conversing amongst themselves.

“what do they want?” 

“how should i know? i’m not them?” 

“no fucking shit. but what do you think they want?”

“maybe it’s about hoon?”

“no way. that guy’s done for.”

“hey, don’t be too harsh on him! he’s grieving!”

“what if it’s because we‘re being too loud—”

“what if they’re here to have a pokemon batt—”

“you do realize they can hear you, right?” 

light-haired guy is right. you can very much hear them, and they’ve all finally quieted down, slowly turning their heads to you once more but with a dampened intensity this time. they’re waiting for you to speak. you can’t believe you thought they were scary. you can’t believe you were intimidated by a group of nerds.

“sorry for the intrusion,” you smile, pressing your palms together. “i noticed one of your friends hasn’t been coming around lately. is he okay?”

a cough. a nudge. a silent conversation between the six pairs of eyes. “he’s been sick these past few days,” dragonite owner finally says. “sickeningly unbearab— ow!” 

your smile disappears. “oh no.” he’s sick? he already didn’t seem that strong when you met him the other day, collapsing into the ground and all.

“i think you can help him get better— ouch! jungwon, what the fuck?” one of them gets hit again. you’re sure it’s been the same guy hitting the rest of them since earlier.

“why are you asking about him?”

the nicest looking one squeezes out of their group while asking his earnest question, fishing out the answer from you with bright, curious eyes. “ah,” you sound out. “i just wanted to tell him that i also think his shoelaces are really cool.”

they stare at you, then stare at each other. and then someone spews out, “is that a new pick-up line, or some shit?” before getting hit again, and the light-haired guy comes forward to block the squabble happening behind him, and to tell you that they’ll be dragging their friend tomorrow at the same time (isn’t he supposed to be sick?) so you can compliment his shoelaces in person(?), and that they are looking forward to welcoming you to their family (whatever the fuck that means).

as promised, they do drag the sick man into the skatepark— literally dragging him because the guy who introduced himself yesterday as jake is pulling him forward by the sleeve while jungwon pushes him from behind as the wheels of his roller skates make sure that sunghoon keeps on moving. he looks like he’s ready to move on into the afterlife. your eyes light up when they drag him closer.

“c’mon, hyung! just a little bit more— a liiiiittle bit—

“i told you, i’m never coming back here again!“ you hear him groan, attempting to break away from his escort team. “never ever. never again. this is is where half of my dignity is buried. my pride. my shame. my—”

and then he freezes.

sunghoon gets frozen by an invisible force when your eyes meet, frozen but his cheeks are set ablaze. his friends did a great job in escorting him to you, encasing him and in consequence his view of his surroundings until you’re within an arm’s reach so he doesnt run away. the heat from his face thaws him back into movement, panicked and angry expressions sent to his friends and they all look pretty stupid trying to talk with just their eyebrows, but it’s cute nonetheless.

“hey!” you finally chipper in, causing sunghoon to freeze once more, creaking to meet your gaze. 

“h—hello. hi.”

sunghoon’s greeting comes out as a choke. jake and jungwon send each other signals before hurling the poor boy at you.

it’s like he’s suddenly forgotten how to skate. he can’t control his muscles, sliding over the short path at a dangerous speed that mimics his racing heart and oh shit— oh shit, oh shit. how does he stop again? how does he make a turn? how does he not fucking crash into you like a meteor being sucked into the earth’s orbit?

“oh!”

like all of his (very limited) interactions with you, sunghoon crashes and burns. it’s inevitable. but this time, he crashes and burns into you. you’re both on the concrete and his hand feels like it got crushed between the hard ground and the back of your head, but that pain quickly subsides into a numbing buzz, pumping his arteries with nectar, burning his veins with gasoline, because holy crap—

“close.”

“you’re right, that was a close call,” you breathe out. “i could’ve cracked my skull open.”

“i— i mean, close, you’re— you’re too close.”

does he realize that you can’t exactly move underneath him? he probably doesn’t, not when you can practically see the smoke emitting from his head and the panicked swirl in his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “ah, sorry.” that was a mistake. sunghoon’s face flushes warmer and like a hammer to his skull, the realization hits and he and slowly pries himself off of you.

“sorry—”

“it’s fine.” you sit up and brush the dust off your clothes, stretching out your legs as you nudge yourself closer to him on the ground. “your friends told me you’ve been sick. are you feeling better now?”

“huh?” 

you’re not sure why he’s confused, but he looks very confused before turning his gaze to his friends. you find jay snapping out a thumbs up and sunoo’s stern face somehow reading don’t fucking blow it. he turns back to you with a lot more sweat on his neck than prior. “oh, yeah i was sick, i was so sick, ahaha—” he stammers. “a—anyway, what’s up?”

“i just wanted to see you again. it’s not everyday that i get a compliment on my shoelaces, you know?” you smile. “what about today? aren’t they prettier than the last ones?”

you wiggle your shoes to show off, laced in a complicated pattern that you’ve been practicing for the past five days, and you expect to receive another compliment for it, but sunghoon is oddly quiet. 

he’s quiet. you’re sure you chose a cool pair of shoes this morning. you’re about to be disappointed, until you notice that he’s actually thinking. he’s thinking very hard he’s thinking of something, and that something comes out of his mouth in the form of a badly timed pun.

“...what about...toe-day...”

park sunghoon only knows how to crash and burn. all his friends are a witness to that. they’re a witness to this events that transpired this afternoon, but what they didn’t expect is for you to have an affinity for disasters. you’re laughing at his dumb joke. you’re actually laughing. they’ve been shitting on sunghoon for being hopeless, but maybe there’s something wrong with you, too.

CRASH & BURN.

© hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[physalian]

Who are your characters without their powers?

I *love* this trope. Love it. I don’t care if the “depower your super” is cliché, it is necessary for the audience and for you as the creator to understand who they are and what choices they will make when their super-powered support system has vanished.

And I love it in its basest form: A character is used to having x ability, whether it’s super or not, and suddenly it’s gone. It could be a mutation, but it could also just be their own health and mobility. Who are they when something they took for granted is now barred to them by the limitations of their own mind and body?

Of course it’s at its most fun when it’s somebody like Superman trapped on a planet with a red sun(?) where he’s basically human and has to be resourceful in ways he never needed before.

But I just adore it beyond superheroes and I’ve got one OC in particular that I want to talk about.

Bel was, in a few ways, inspired by Superman of all characters—and I’m not a Supe fan. He’s a solarkinetic alien empath and basically has god-level abilities to decimate a small town if he tries hard enough, all powered by sunlight, and a survivor-guilt driven imperative to live by the mantra “If I can, then I must, because if I don’t, then all the bad things are my fault”.

He's very very OP. But with that comes some space-war shenanigans and the opposition’s many ways to depower him, benignly and very painfully, as his whole race is a very rare and very appealing barrel of living weapons ripe for the conscripting.

So Bel is also very used to being nerfed and has learned a long time ago how to get by without any of his powers, and the side effects of losing them. He never has a “omg what do I do who am I when I’m powerless” moment. He gets hit and gets right back up with a knife and a kick to the teeth, and he fights dirty.

But he also has a crippling fear of being useless, so while he’s not incompetent when he’s powerless, he thinks he’s incompetent when he’s powerless and that his team, annoyed by how (rarely) he gets nerfed, won’t want him around anymore, and desperately tries to make up for his perceived shortcomings while god-mode is on a cool-down.

Which results in him obliviously being really, really good at anything he touches, self-deprecating and forcing modesty about it, and losing sleep chasing multi-talented perfection. And that is what annoys his team.

He’s got a whole bunch of other abilities I won’t detail here, but in one of his later bouts of being nerfed, he’s also sick from too much stress while the enemy invades their base and it’s just him and two of his un-powered teammates. He can’t fistfight the bad guys if he tried—and he normally doesn’t anyway—so he’s doing things to help build defenses and buy them time, and he has to sit there and do long-division by hand because his magic calculator is gone.

He can’t run, so he hides in an homage to the raptors in the kitchen scene from Jurassic Park, and has to resist sneezing to alert them. He can’t spam his alchemy, so he’s mixing ingredients with a hodgepodge of measuring cups and spilling things because he’s sick and tired and frustrated. He can’t fight, so he pulls the fire alarm and goes Home Alone on their asses with homemade chemistry bombs, fire foam, strobe lights, and motor oil. The same character that can kill someone with just a look.

He's a character that I started writing about 10 years ago now, and at the time and even now, I just don’t see many like him, who are mentally and emotionally, not just physically reliant on their powers, but who are dangerously and misguidedly dependent on them (and not a raging asshole when they lose them). I want more imposter syndrome in my OP heroes.

Again, not a huge Superman nerd, but in the shows and animated movies I’ve seen him in, he might doubt himself, but he doesn’t go on a self-destructive insomnia spiral trying to make certain that everyone he cares about isn’t just using him for his powers (but also if they are that’s totally fine because thinking people can like him just for him is naïve and childish).

Shoutout to Queen’s Gambit, Beth’s genius and addiction is the closest I’ve seen to what I’m looking for here.

But beyond super powers, I love subplots like:

Character broke their hand, and while it’s in a cast, they have to learn how to do basic things all over again. How frustrated do they get, and how does this loss of ability impact their perception of themselves, and their perception of their relationships?

Character is just getting older, they can’t run like they used to, pick up their grandkids like they used to. Do they lose hope or appreciate what they can still do? Do they give up or decide to exercise so they can have their youth for a little bit longer?

Character quit their passion after a passion-ending injury. Maybe they can’t perform at their previous capacity, but do they become a trainer instead, or a bitter old has-been?

Some are of course more permanent and inevitable than others.

But I really love it also when characters just have to perform menial tasks with difficulties they’ve never had before. Not stopping bank robbers. Not throwing cars.

Stuff like, your super-strength is gone, and now you can’t open a jar of pasta sauce for dinner. Your super-hearing is gone, and now you need subtitles. Your night-vision is gone, and now you need a flash-light. Your super-speed is gone and you never got a license, now you need a taxi or the bus. Your immortality is gone, and now you need to figure out how to cook for yourself, and take a nap before you collapse. Your super-healing is gone, and now you have to both put on and eventually tear off a Band-Aid, and take a Tylenol.

And usually it’s just a gag, something to laugh at like “ha ha they can’t open a pickle jar” but I want to see it played straight. If they throw a fit over not being able to open a pickle jar, it’s not about the pickle jar.

This shit makes us human and while stopping bank robbers makes for a more exciting story, that’s showing us who the hero is without their powers. I want to see who the regular old human is without their powers.

[white-guy-energy-swag]

GREEN NERD SHOWDOWN ROUND 1 BATTLE 2

JONATHAN SIMS FROM THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES VS DONATELLO FROM TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

PROPAGANDA

JONATHAN

He’s just a nerd generally. He also started off the series as really posh and “doesn’t believe in the supernatural” (it’s a coping mechanism). Then as the series goes on, becomes a know-it-all. Supernaturally. He gets the powers to know (almost) everything. He doesn’t really have a canon appearance, (podcast) but TMA as a whole is associated with green because of the pictures used for it.

The Magnus Archives cover is green, and per the unofficial rules of eye-themed podcasts, the fanart tends to lean towards a green color pallette. Jon Sims art frequently has him wearing green. And he's so nerdy. He researches and archives supernatural encounters. His preferred ice cream flavor is rum raisin. He went to Oxford and faked his accent. His social skills are abysmal. When someone asked if he'd seen a dog he responded with "…In general?"

Green eye powers plus he works at an archiving job not only that but the head archivist and has a degree in library science+not many friends and a loner

That man saw someone being kind to him and decided they were going to murder him

HE SEES ALL (also he needs a break. That man has so many scars and so much trauma get a that guy a fuckin nap and a raise)

DONATELLO

Green skin, dedicated nerd/tech guy of the group for like 40 years now. I'll get Vei in here to tell you more.

literally green (turtle), big ass nerd (science, chem, botany, engineering, compsci), canonical autism icon

Bro is a massive nerd and proud of it. He actively attempts to make his 3 other brothers just as nerdy as him by scientifically altering them. He has lots of tech and admits to being able to do dewey decimal mathematics (Dewey decimal being a library categorisation system). He outright rejects things that aren't scientific 90% of the time and actively argues sciences superiority. Also he's a massive fanboy of a comic book character within the series called Jupiter Jim (his fav is atomic Lass). So yeah, green purple turtle is a massive nerd.

Literally green. Also a nerd.

[hauntingjasper]

What would it be like if Gumball and Marshall were swapped?

Like, vampire Gumball and candy Marshall

(love your art 💗💗💗)

Omgomgomg I've been thinking about that swapping concept and I gotta doodle it someday because I have some ideas,, ,

What I imagined if Marshall Lee and Gumball swapped species: Marshall Lee would still be a candy prince, and Gumball would be the vampire king. Royal boys wow

I think Candy Prince Marshall Lee would be pretty calmer and less chaotic than his Vampire-Demon self, kinda like Human Marshall Lee from the canon spinoff but fancier. Not being raised in hell sure does wonders to a person.

But even though he's not a troublemaker, people would be quick to assume he's doing sketchy stuff behind closed doors... And they're right but that's not the point. He'd have this unusual aura around him, which causes people to have mixed feelings about him.

I like to think he'd still have a vampire-like appearance, always dressing in black, shaping his ears and teeth to look more pointed and sharp… His kingdom would look different too. I'm thinking that he'd have something like living candy statues of Gargoyles perched over the walls of his kingdom instead of Gumball Guardians. People might get freaked out because at first glance they wouldn't know that the statues can move and then suddenly there's Gargoyles flying around their houses at night, and now they feel like they're being observed. I think Marshall would be the type to mess with stuff he shouldn't too, such as dark magic and whatnot. He's a little prince of darkness.

He's also made of marshmallow. Strawberry marshmallow.

Unlike Gumball, he “bleeds” when he gets hurt, like a strawberry jelly. You can't really tell if it's just his filling or if it's actually blood, because chances are that it's both mixed together. Sometimes the dark arts require fresh blood to be successful, and that's his way of solving it.

As for Vampire Gumball, I actually haven't put a lot of thought into him yet, so my interpretation is still a concept up to changes (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

When I think of him, I imagine a lonely and depressed king who fell from his glory after having his court and minion armies decimated. That kinda sounds like an embodiment of PG’s fears mmmmm

I think he would be less sweet than his usual self. He used to be a more authoritarian and rigid king, he doesn't tolerate reckless behavior, so sit your ass down and only seek for blood when you're actually hungry, not just because you can (he's looking at you, The Star /hj). He probably values discreet work when hunting more than outwardly imposing fear and power, for the sake of surviving longer. Some vampires don't take him as seriously as they should because of this lack of total freedom. This does not mean that he does not assert authority, however. He will smack you upside down the head if you disrespect him.

He would still have some of his original traits despite everything. He can't create life like PG can, but maybe he's still connected to it somehow. Maybe he spends more time studying humans than he kills them, paralleling PG being a nerd lol. Maybe he's kinda like the VK and likes to be around animals too, and has a fatherly streak in him.

He wasn't staked when the vampires were persecuted and no one has any idea where he is now.

Not sure how it would be if Candy Prince Marshall and Vampire King Gumball met. The vampire era would've automatically made them stand on opposite sides, with Marshall Lee looking for Gumball's footsteps and Gumball trying to stay under his radar and manage his bloodthirsty armies at the same time.

But let's say they meet when Gumball is already a fallen king and isn't as big of a threat. Marshall would try to become "allies" with him, keeping him around in case Marshall needs him and having some sort of symbiotic relationship with him, with the occasional borderline flirting on Marshall's part.

I guess Gumball wouldn't be too fond of Marshall's connection to magic and would be sketchy of his sweet-talk, at the same time he'd have a bit of a soft spot for him. “Sometimes I feel like I would have loved to have you in my court”, he might say to him.

Thank you for the compliment and the ask btw 🫶💖

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

The wolf looked rather unamused about the predicament about being tied up with the metallic hedgehog. infact, dare say Crescent was bored at his potentially dangerous predicament.. though he does eventually end up speaking up.

' ' you realize I've got teeth and claws right? actually, I'll just show you. ' ' The wolf begins to chew on the rope with his sharp canines- atleast for himself. it doesnt take long before Crescent finds himself out of his binds and standing. though he does need to duck as to not hit his head on the top of the blimp. shockingly.. he even stands taller than the albatross.

' ' So.. your deal is selling or pawning off Metal? well I'll admit, im surprised you birdbrains got your feathery fingers on him without him decimating each one of you but I suppose that blame is to be put towards the doctor. ' ' Crescent rolls his shoulders, a soft pop and cracking some from his bones could be heard before he looks towards the babylon rogues again.

' ' why even bother with any of this? you've got a blimp. why waste so much energy and time trying to pawn off eggman's junk when chaos relics would go for millions more, hm? or maybe there's something in the gaia temples you lot could find for a history nerd willing to spend their entire life savings on.. plus, who do you expect is gonna buy metal from you? ' ' The Wolf tilts his head. ' ' and who's to say Metal wont kill the one who buys him? ' '

The birds are seemingly distracted for a moment, talking about incoming bids for the tech and robot, but waves attention is caught by the wolves voice and his easy breakout from the ropes. She lets out a surprised and intimidated sqauwk at his sheer size and violently taps the boys’s shoulders, their heads whip to the wolf and they both Caw out in fear.

“STORM, HOW DID YOU FIT THIS ONE ON THE BLINP-?!”

“Mmmmagic..-“

“Oh for FUCKS SAKE- hold on i got this-“

Jet grumbles to the two before glaring up at the wolf and scowling, marching up to the massive ‘mobian’ and glaring him dead in his eye. Feathers are ruffled and his blue eyes burn into the wolves. Its clear the hawk isnt amused but is also intimidated, but aswell cocky and thinks he can stand up to him.

“And who are you to judge us for makin a living here fuck-face? Eggmans fucked us, and multiple cities, up MULTIPLE times, hes tried to destroy the world dangnabit! And if sonic wont just KILL him, WE decided to start taking revenge in the best way we know how! Selling his shit or just trashing his place until sonics bitchass does something!”

The hawk shrieks, gritting his teeth.

“Dont underestimate a flock of bird, big dog! And plus, metals pint sized, he was easy to nab! Like stealing a child.”

Jet snickers, scowl turning to a cocky grin and putting his talons on his hips, rolling his eyes.

“You got a point there, big dog, but we find it fun to mess with the egghead and foil his plans, plus without his prized possession, metal, he cant really cause much destruction without sonic tearing through his robots in seconds! We’re helpin in our own way, and thats stealing from the wicked and givin to the city! We’ll be goin for more pricey expensive shit later though, dont you worry. And well, if you must know the highest bid for this little bitch is 2 MILLION rings! Or dollars, depends on what they’re paying with. But STILL. People want this little bucket ‘a bolts. But i take it some edge,ord like you don’t want nothin to do with this?”

Jet snorts as he rambles, throwing his talons and wings around in motions as he does, before perking his brows to that last statement. The green hawk then looks to the small robot and snorts, moving over to pick up the rather small cage the chao-sized robots in and holds it so the wolf can see it.

“You see this? You see how small and insignificant it is right now? It cant kill anyone in this state! And besides, we made sure to declaw it. It was.. a pain in the ass but hey, it worked.”

As the hawk holds up the cage. The tiny chao-sized hedgehog stares up at the wolf. It moves to slide its paw through the bars and pathetically reach and strain its tiny body to try and reach out to him for help since it recognizes crescent, letting out small mechanical cries once more. This is essentially a living hell for the little robot. Nothing but a little pet in a cage.

[leonenjoyer69]

@nightgalaxy24 and I just came up with the most important headcanons ever:

What candy would Jekyll, Hyde, Lanyon, and Elias like? (In modern day, obv.)

Well, here's what we decided:

Hyde: sugar straws (the big ass ones from amusement parks), fun dip, pixie sticks, cookies and cream Hershey bars, Nerds gummy clusters, sweetarts, poprocks (but he probably chews them), PEZ (not from the dispenser, he opens the pack and eats them all at once) ---his goal seems to be getting the most raw sugar in his system as fast he can

Jekyll: Andes mint chocolates, Almond joys, spree, York peppermint patties, peppermints, butterscotch discs, life savers, Godiva dark chocolate ---likes minty and 'fancy' stuff. Also isn't the biggest fan of super sweet things

Lanyon: three Musketeers, Jolly ranchers, strawberry grandma candies, butterscotch discs, smarties, root beer barrels, gummy bears, Hershey kisses, grape laffy taffy ---I don't even have an explanation for most of these but the old lady candy just feels accurate. He always has butterscotch discs on him for Jekyll.

Elias: watermelon sour patch kids, grape nerds, ring pop, jelly beans, starbursts, baby bottle pop, dumdums, those chocolates that look like rocks, jaw breakers, banana laffy taffy ---lots of chewy and hard stuff, to keep his mouth busy

ALSO Hyde and Elias both like those little candy bracelets and necklaces, but Hyde absolutely decimates his, leaving only the string and maybe like, 2 candies, and Elias picks at them bc he just likes wearing them

Anyways, do with this what you will, lmao

[elrondapologist]

RoP Episode 7 spoilers

Messy thoughts about what the-, and musing on theories

SO THAT WAS THE KISS. I need to admit I was disgusted more than a little looking at it xD. But Galadriel's face in the end kind of made up for that. But fr, Elrond. You had no other idea to give her lockpick unaware than to _kiss_ your future mother in law??? (Who is also apparently married, just with no husband in sight???) Can't deny it worked, but...

And... Did Arondir just... died? Like that? I was so hyped after the last scene that I kind of brushed aside in my mind and now I am like hum??? Did he? He can't just be forgotten like that, I love him :C. But many good scenes this episode. I highly enjoyed the siege, as it was both kind of nice to look at - you know, as far as killing everything in sight can be nice to look at - but also had this weight to it, the danger. I liked that we can see Elrond get more and more tired as the fight progresses. I expected problems with dwarves, and yeah, I got it... Although I am not sure how it happened that as Narvi said one dwarf, even with an axe and being a king, decimated an army?????? What? But like honestly generally what is happening there with the dwarves and Disa xD I sincerely hope no one touches her tho or I am going to riot! I liked the progression of Celebrimbor's plot. I was afraid that realising Sauron's deception will be end of his agency, that they will make him passive, but I love that he has his last stand. I soooooooooo winced at the whole finger situation cause what the actual-. I was at the same time like yes (fight him!) and no (aua). I also loved and despaired at the scene with Galadriel - it was the best possible option, Celebrimbor was giving all he had, and he was going into torture and anguish knowingly, willingly and head held high despite the fear. I didn't even know I needed Celebrimbor like that until I saw him. And the thing with Mirdania? I think her death, for that is kinda undeniable I am afraid, proved without a doubt she was not Celebrian - which is kind of a pity, I must admit. There was something there that could develop nicely, as well as it is the case with Adar = Maglor, which I also think is highly unlikely now, as Elrond did not acknowledge the possible connection in any way. But if I am mistaken, please let me now! Also, I applaud Elrond for not giving the ring for Galadriel's life. Despite the whole weird kissing scene xDDD. I liked to see him take his commander role seriously and as an orc said - holding his own better than expected (or sth according the lines xD). It is a win for nerds, I think. Lord Elrond "according to the lore" Peredhel. Leading a siege. Feel old yet? Anyway, the dwarves will come (when Durin finally usurps the throne, I am afraid) and Celebrimbor and Elrond will be totally fine because I am delusional :).

P.S Also, Gil Galad in an armour. In an armour. P.P.S There this whole slow motion scene in one place that has in a foreground just an elf running away from an orc. Slay, bro. I laughed, tho, not gonna lie. P.P.P.S The last stand of Gil Galad and Elrond's army was suprisingly... Not to use the word... There were really like ten elves left? From the whole army? I know they said orcs unnumbered them, but that took me by surprise. P.P.P.P.S I was happy that Gil Galad's armour was not very visibly that much different from the rest of the elves - you know, like some shows have this whole ass target point basically by giving the commanders extremely weird and visible armours. Shoot here. I like Gil Galad here, even if Elrond kind of outshined him xD.

[cartoonedin]

my live thoughts on legendary summer circa yesterday: an extremely unwieldy 1.8k word long notes app ramble. lots of spoilers below the read more!!!

Disclaimer this review contains many stupid questions and zero smart answers. It’s a kids’ cartoon and it’s not that serious and let me live ok

LEGENDARY SUMMER HAVING ABOUT 58-59 MINUTES OF THE ACTUAL SHOW YES GOD AMEN

Someone get Ava friends who won’t stress her tf out 😭 

She looks so good though. Like maybe it’s just my deteriorating eyesight but I think Legendary Summer really shines in terms of lighting and the Grimorian(?) materials 

Audibly gasped at Glacier being the scariest thing anything can be—white

LAYLA VOICEOVER WHEN I TELL YOU IM WINNING IM WINNING

Like I do wonder why the writers didn’t go with making Legendary Summer Valentina’s special and Winter Solstice Layla’s especially since Valentina was given a bigger role in the previous season but hey! I can’t complain a voiceover is more internal monologue than Isabel got. For whatever reason 😭

Layla representing all the dumbass nerds in STEM I love her so much 😭🤮😍🤓🥰 like that wasn’t obvious 😭🤮😍🤓🥰

SPARKLEBOOK LADY’S NAME IS FARADAY?? LIKE MY SCHOOL HOUSE?? 

I’m gonna be so for real I thought her name was Verde and Layla just pronounced it weirdly because. Idk Canadians. Sorry for doubting you Queen

I’m so tethered to this random cartoon character Lord help me

Layla’s swimsuit is so cute! The same cannot be said for Valentina based on the other clips online but like. Idk maybe she just knew anything she brought would stage Layla up so she just got a shirt and shorts off some driftwood

 I’m still not over Sophia wearing an off sleeve sweater to the beach she’s gonna get heat stroke. Honestly I wouldn’t be opposed to that arc

Who brought the duck floatie and do they know about Rory’s duck trauma

IsaVAL ❤️💙

The unicorns’ power scaling will never make sense to me and you know what. They don’t have to 😇

The way Layla pushes up her glasses 😍🥹🤩🥳 

God help me all these emojis are ironic 

So like is Mr Tansy paying her

AVA MOMS CANON 🌈🌈🌈

I love Glacier and Layla am

Background people 🤯🤯🤯

Pre-riding outfits!!! Hope they got washed!!!

Sophia initiating positive interactions with other people 🤯🤯🤯

OVERPRODUCED POP SONG FROM MY QUEEN ❤️❤️❤️ I’m winning so bad rn

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NONE OF THE OTHER TEACHERS R THERE 😭 WHERE ELSE CAN THEY GO WITH THEIR UNICORN RIDING DEGREES

Which is a problem most magical school fiction has but like. Idk is nobody concerned about the island’s main guardians being senior citizens, their magical horses, and a bunch of tiny servants we know might betray them 

Moving on I love you and your Rivers Cuomo ass haircut Mr Tansy

This Roblox ass smirk 😭😭😭

Layla’s so real for being disappointed with cataloging because I would kill myself before doing another assignment related to the Dewey decimal system

Layla you don’t want to do research either I’d kill myself before doing another assignment related to research too

I feel like everyone’s had a turn saying Ava 🙄 LMAO

Two dumb bitches telling each other exactlyyy ❤️

SHE DID THTE THING SHE DID THE ERM ACTUALLY UAND I SWEAR

We’re not correcting typos here I’m live blogging a kids’ show life is too undignified already

Omg they’re actually using the unicorns’ new powers

Grimoria just sitting there like 😭

Goddamn what’s the Winklewash stock market like

God save Ava from this suffering what did she do 😭 her friends pass around the spirit of (Evil) Evel Knievel like a hot potato

Ravenzella Pride Rock 😭

“I never expected Ravenzella to come from somewhere so pretty” @/skyberrypie your turn to explain why actually she could absolutely come from somewhere even prettier

These vines look so edible……

I feel like I never got to appreciate just how detailed the stables are like what do you mean each stall gets its own custom stained glass art

How long is that goddamn cruise #ComeBackMrsandMrsBanji2025

Mr Tansy I love you but like most male adults you are so stupid

Layla I love you but like most female teenagers you are so stupid. Like as a plant the freezing could change its chemical makeup 😭

Glacier :(

Where tf are Primrose and the dwerpins like is nobody noticing this……

Wildstar being dragged in someone’s shit again someone save her too 😭

Layla x Sparklebook is the only valid ship in anything ever ❤️

Guitarist Sophia… DJ Neigh Neigh… Beatboxer Ava… the band AU is coming together…

The world’s magic??

Ava 😭

LAYLA 😭

Someone call Samuel/the cowboy who used to ride Glacier get her OUT and get Layla in THERAPY for ANXIETY and OTHER REASONS TOO

Does Layla know that like every other scientist in history is the worst person ever

Does Mr Tansy have a bed 😭

Ravenzella crew return!!!

Italian Ravenzella canon?

Layla’s “Mum I frew up…” ass walk I love her

Girl don’t hold it up to her jail cell and its ridiculously thin bars

Layla is so cute when she’s dooming everyone to eternal magical death or whatever 🥰🥰🥰

Goddamn not this Hallmark ass scene you had your time now get twink dad off my screen 😭

And why is he still wearing that flannel like Sophia didn’t sit on it while, in turn, on horse shit for all the first episode. Please can we have some self respect

HER HAIR HASNT FADED….. What do the parents of the kids from non-rider families say about the dye jobs???

Ginger tea this old woman 😭

He dgaf about his other child for REAL 😭

Not the fairy tattling on Layla…..

They don’t even check whether the two kids at school follow curfew lmao

Layla just WALK use your LONG AS HELL LEGS to WALK

Mrs and Mrs Banji mentioned again 🌈🌈🌈

Oh now Primrose and the dwerpins gaf 😭

MR TANSY FIRST NAME REVEAL!

Mr Tansy stupid as hell. Just give him a pension and let him rest

I know that sounds like I hate him I don’t. Love you Theodore Tansy even if you’re stupid as hell ❤️

TaBADDIEtha 💜

Leaf the GOAT for real. Not for real because she’s a unicorn but you know

All the Grimorians are so hot…..

Sorry Glacier that was insensitive

Layla sad song NOW?

No not yet 💔

This hand choreography goes crazy

Ava not being able to pronounce Tabaditha she’s so real for that

Ava getting to yell at her friends for not asking for help should happen every season she deserves it ❤️

Everyone gets to cry in their specials we love an emotionally open cast. Waiting for Rory’s turn tho

That fairy just flopping 😭

Can Storm and Cinder just burn everything. We can move to the Bermuda babes it’s fine

Primrose now is not the time to show off your body even if it is admittedly entirely tea 

Them strutting in all at once with their smug smiles did they choreograph that 😭

Lowkey though if I were Layla and all my dorm mates came back to see how I nearly killed everything on our very special island and got dumped by my unicorn (sort of?? I mean Layla’s hair didn’t change) you would NOT see me again. Like I’m becoming stone and throwing myself to the bottom of the lake that shit’s worse than napping in the common room

Rory once again having the most normal reaction in the face of danger (see also Isaval flirting while a temple nearly crushed their friends to death)

Lord let this character development for Sophia be permanent 🙏

Ok actually it’s really embarrassing for Isabel if Glacier still likes Layla enough to keep the dye job and being unable to undo it isn’t just a consequence of her losing her magic 😭

Primrose call on the seniors wtf are you teaching them for 😭 

Omg it’s the other Mendoza child

Ok so we don’t have a backup magic generator love that for them

Love you old white man ❤️

LAYLA SAD SONG NOW!

YEAH!

GIRL HIT THE BOOKS STOP SINGING EVERYWHERE

SLIDING DOWN THE WALL EVEN ISABEL WASNT THIS DRAMATIC

AT LEAST ISABEL HAD A DREAM MONTAGE THAT SORT OF MADE SENSE LAYLA IS JUST WALKING

DONT VISIT YOUR SMELLY ASS ROOM

DONT SLEEP

Ok really I think this song was good enough and less robotic sounding but the fact it’s called Guiding Light and Sophia’s is called There’s A Light and Isabel’s is….. Better Than Two?? Ok sure whatever you say 

DAMN 😭

TaBADDIEtha 😍😍😍

LAYLA CAN YOU READ

This bitch don’t know nothing about the scientific method goddamn

“Blue is so not your colour” oh so blue is WHOSE colour 😚

CLOUD BOY 😭

GROSS TREE SQUID 

Valentina’s dialogue is genuinely such a delight omg

Not Ava basically having a daycare’s worth of baby unicorns attached to her now….. the next Sophiava divorce is going to end with Sophia getting her fuckass off sleeve sweaters ripped apart by their horns amen

Tabaditha’s intonation is just 😍

Ok I see you Walter Layla White

GUIDING LIGHT REPRISE!!!!!!

This video game ass battle

ISABEL MENTIONING BASKETBALL WHEN IVE BEEN WRITING A THEM PLAYING BASKETBALL FIC….. I CANT STOP WINNING

That loud ass gasp

LAYLA WITH POWERS!!!!!

Ok superhero landing

I feel like everyone’s said stay away from my friends at some point but hey. Layla doing an Akira slide on her knees idgaf about anything else

Valentina how I have missed your snark

Isabel how I have missed your corny one liners

Sophia’s taunt being rosebud to Rory’s walking cabbage…. girl stand up do you have a little brother to bully or not

LAYLA WALK FASTER

Whatever girl at least Glacier looks great

Oh right she could do that 😭

Ok that’s fun. Are they gonna burn her alive or

Well. Sort of! Good job a Queen hope you enjoyed ruining everyone’s summer vacation

Wait how tf did the kids get there without the boats. Did they row there like Danny. Did they hop on the cruise with Ava’s mums

WAIT AND WHY COULDNT PRIMROSE MAKE THE TEACHERS ROW THERE OR SEND THEM A BOAT OR SOMETHING JUST GIVE THEM OVERTIME PAY. UNDER THE FAIRY MOON CAUSING PLOT HOLES A WHOLE SEASON AFTER ITS RELEASE PLSSS 😭

Who’s laughing that hard at Rory getting a concussion. Love that for them tho

Layla FLETCHER ❤️

Girl stop talking to the dead you’re worse than Sophia

The end ❤️ 

In conclusion someone teach Layla breathing exercises and someone teach Primrose how consequences work bc wdym my girl has to do community service while Sophia who literally brought the evil island of evil magic containing tons of evil strangers back can just chill in California with her nuclear family. Love her for that tho ❤️

[sabrinajenre96]

Starstruck on the Outskirts"

A Roswell (1999) one-shot | Kyle Valenti x Reader

Y/N never quite understood the thrill of high school parties—the loud music, the random hook-ups, the crowds of sweaty teens pretending to be older than they were. She preferred a good comic, a stargazing session with her telescope, or maybe marathoning sci-fi flicks. Being Max and Isabel Evans’ little sister already made her feel like an alien sometimes… and not just because, well, they actually were.

Unlike them, she was 100% human—at least biologically. But the secrecy, the danger, the intensity of their lives had always made her a little cautious… and maybe a little awkward around everyone else.

That’s probably why she let Isabel and her best friend Mariah, Michael’s wild and wonderful girlfriend, drag her into this.

“This party is the thing, Y/N,” Mariah had said while tossing clothes around Isabel’s room. “If we’re gonna blow minds, we gotta do it right.”

“Why would I want to blow minds? I’d rather just… not be perceived.”

Isabel rolled her eyes, practically bouncing with excitement. “Exactly why you need this. Trust me.”

Before Y/N could protest further, the makeover commenced—mascara, curled hair, a killer outfit, a dash of confidence, and boom. She didn’t recognize herself. Apparently, neither did Max.

“Wait… Y/N? What the hell did they do to you?” Max gawked when he saw her. “You look like… like someone who doesn’t use the Dewey Decimal System to catalog their comic books.”

Y/N blinked. “I still use it. It’s efficient.”

Michael smirked. “I like her better in hoodies.”

Mariah gave him a shove. “You like me, so your taste is clearly in question.”

Y/N felt the nerves bubbling as they pulled up to the party spot—bonfires crackling in the distance, music thumping, cars parked haphazardly around the open desert field. She stayed rooted in the backseat.

“Y/N, come on,” Isabel coaxed, pulling open the door.

“I can’t. I’m gonna combust.”

“You survived your siblings being alien royalty. You can survive one party.”

With trembling knees and Mariah clinging to one arm, Y/N followed them into the crowd. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Whispers flitted through the air like dust motes.

Y/N leaned toward Mariah, wide-eyed. “Why is everyone looking at us?”

“Correction,” Mariah whispered with a smirk. “They’re looking at you, glam-nerd.”

Panicking, Y/N bolted, thinking she could Houdini her way into the night. But Kyle Valenti, beer cup in hand, saw her slipping away.

“Who was that?” he asked Isabel, eyes narrowing.

“Who do you think, Kyle?”

He laughed. “No, seriously. Who was the new girl?”

Isabel and Mariah grinned.

“That’s Y/N,” they said in unison.

Kyle choked on his drink. “That’s Y/N? Your sister Y/N? The Y/N who tripped on her own shoelace during her school presentation?”

Isabel gave him a look. “Yep. That one.”

Something stirred in Kyle—something that had been quietly buried under layers of ego, social hierarchy, and fear of rejection. He always liked her. A lot. But he was Kyle Valenti, golden boy. She was… well, brilliant and awkward and adorable and utterly off-limits.

Not anymore.

He made it his mission to find her.

And find her he did.

She was sitting at the Looking Point, hugging her knees, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Peaceful. Alone.

He didn’t mean to sneak up, but the gravel gave him away too late.

“Hey—”

“AHH!”

Y/N flailed, squeaked, and promptly fell on her ass.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry!” Kyle stumbled forward to help her up—and promptly tripped on his own foot, landing right on top of her.

Both froze.

Kyle’s face hovered inches from hers. Her wide eyes blinked at him behind smudged glasses.

“I… never thought I’d have an encounter with the opposite sex like this,” she mumbled.

Kyle blinked. “Did you just—?”

“Say that out loud?” she groaned. “Ugh. Yes. That was supposed to stay in my head.”

He chuckled, eyes soft. And then—before he could talk himself out of it—he kissed her. Soft. Quick. Electric.

He pulled back, stunned. “Sorry—I don’t know what came over me—”

“You—Kyle Valenti—you just kissed me,” she babbled. “Me. Y/N. The girl who once accidentally brought a Lightsaber to gym class. You kissed me!”

He reached for her wrist gently, grounding her. “Hey. Breathe.”

She looked up at him… and promptly said, “Wow, your eyes are really stupidly beautiful.”

Kyle raised a brow. “Stupidly?”

“Ugh, I said that out loud too, didn’t I?”

And then she kissed him.

This time, it was anything but awkward. It was clumsy and hot and breathless and absolutely perfect. They broke apart, gasping, her fingers tangled in his hair.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Kyle admitted. “You got a thing about making a guy fall—literally and metaphorically.”

She laughed, giddy. “You wanna go out with me? Like… on a date?”

Kyle smiled. “I was gonna ask you that.”

She jumped up, arms flailing in a chaotic happy dance. “Kyle Valenti asked me out! Kyle Valenti—”

He laughed, grabbing her hand. “Still waiting on an answer.”

“Oh! Right! Yes. I mean—yes. Again. Yes.”

And under the stars of Roswell, for once, being awkward and nerdy was exactly what made her unforgettable.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

3 questions:

Which state would is the most likely get in a rap battle?

Which state would be the most embarrassing in a rap battle?

Which states would you like to see in a rap battle and why?

Ooooo fun :D

1. I feel like NY would one hundred percent get stuck in a rap battle with some random guy in NYC and he would absolutely DESTROY his opponent, no hesitation, straight for the jugular.

2. Idk tbh, maybe Cali? He seems like the type to cry and get offended if someone calls him a nerd because all he would do is spout out completely random information that either makes complete sense or makes no sense whatsoever.

3. NY cuz why tf not, Colorado cuz I wanna see this man high off his ass and completely decimate his opponent, Georgia cuz it’d be awesome to see him absolutely destroy his opponent with dad jokes that turn into insults (+Atlanta is the Rap/Hip-Hop capital of the U.S.), and Loui for the same reasons as NY (c’mon- seeing this Southern sweetheart verbally destroy someone would be just as fun as watching him physically destroy someone and you can’t change my mind-)

[algrolo]

fucked with St. Peter's karmatic scales at the gates of heaven and made it so killing flies had a karmatic justice of -1.0 instead of some low ass decimal nerd number and all the people waiting were soooooooo pissed they werent allowed into heaven XD

[tessa-quayle]

FanFiction Recommendations

before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age.  I was your average English lit major.  I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s  - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut.  Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis.  I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.  

if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom.  What a privilege to dive into really superb writing.  This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)!  But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you! 

in no particular order...

@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot.  especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series.  a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice.  and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset. 

@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you.  good smut is fucking hard to write.  this is great smut.  this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off.  it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette.  I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.

@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn.  Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined.  Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment.  And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!). 

@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above).  being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do.  (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).

@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.”  she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂).  If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff.  Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here.  Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr.  Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :) 

[nerdstorming]

AVATAR: Way of Water

I kept my updates on this next installment limited and when it was finally time, with my ass in the theater seat listening to the unflattering fart noises as they recline, it hit me:

Finally, we go home to Pandora!

SPOILERS

The fact that we get the enemy's POV has me convinced we will evetually see character growth from Quaritch.

My prediction is that he will either be shunned for his failures or ostracized and persecuted for physically being a Navi and that will force him to reevaluate his loyalties. I for one think he would be a formidable ally to defeat the hostile colonization of Pandora. Can you imagine that family dynamic if Kiri marries Spider?? I'm giddy just thinking about it.

I was wondering if anyone else humors the theory that Grace, at the end of the first movie, went into her unborn child? Maybe there are two souls in one body and that's what makes Kiri so special.

The Tulkun were a stark reminder that whaling and overly excessive fishing still occurs and there are very real, magnificent, intelligent animals being slaughtered needlessly and at a rate that has already decimated the natural population. The fact that Cameron's message that humans destoryed earth and then arrive at Pandora doing the same destructive behavior speaks volumes on his view of humanity.

"This is very sad only."

Way of Water was a 3 hour gift that cast & crew gave of themselves all of their talent and I am so pleased with the results. Once more, I'm greedy, wanting more from this universe and ready to delve into part 2 again and again. Bravo nerds, bravo 👏 🙌 👍 👌