#ruby gripes

[gethellbcnt]

me: logs on to look at dash and see how everyone's doing

RShark: look at this marberry merch!! still no striker tho lol

my wallet: THANK GOD-

me, mood ruined: logs back out

[howlingday]

Ruby: hey Weiss, ummm so I accidentally spilled milk on your homework when I was trying to copy your notes.

Weiss: It's okay, Ruby. The damage isn't that bad and I'm sure the professor can still read what my answers are. I still respect you as my team leader.

Ruby: Oh, and also, I lost your Elton John CDs.

Weiss: (Choking Ruby) GET OUT!

[aroacespacerock]

Finished series 14/season 1 of dr who, so here’s the final ranking:

Boom: I’m a sucker for moffat stories ok, capitalism is the true villain stories in dw are so back!!

Dot and Bubble: the ending scene was chilling, and soooo well acted. I’m still team slug

The Devils Chord: killer outfits, and Jinkx carrieddd! Favorite dw villain in a while.

Rogue: honestlyyyy Rogue himself isn’t my cup of tea so far, I thought it too instalove-y. However I thought the story was good, and saving the day with the gays during pride month is iconic.

73 yards: this one didn’t click with me at first tbh, I had too many questions afterwards but in a way that bugged me. I can’t pinpoint where I didn’t like it, though I will say I like that it impacted rubys character even if she doesn’t remember fully.

Empire of Death: some people didn’t like this one but I actually quite enjoyed it!! I thought it built tension well, and the ememory tardis was a cool concept. I’m still confused about Mrs flood, excited for more info on her. However I do agree that a lot of the mystery around Ruby was just left to interpretation (e.g. the song in her heart)

The Legend of Ruby Sunday: this one just didn’t stick out to me, not in a particularity negative way, it’s just not one I have a want to revisit. I liked meeting the unit team, but that was mainly because I like Kate. The tape plot was interesting, and I liked the mystery on whether susan was the drs granddaughter.

Space Babies: I actually didn’t hate this one, I felt like it grew the dynamic between the dr and Ruby pretty well. However other than that I found the plot to be so so. A very rtd story (looking at you slitheen)

[luxurycatscratchpost]

im genuinely so distraught what do you mean there’s no snow in the godforsaken city in late november? by this time my first winter in montreal i was trudging through snow to get to class up the hill every day, and now this year the rink on the field is just boards around grass. if my home province has to be subjected to the most terrifyingly named weather systems every month or so, why dont i get to use the first skates ive owned since i was 12 about it? man i moved here for the difference and instead of new shit its just oversaturated the novelty of the slightly chillier days i remember from when i was a kid.

[frogmascquerade]

Doctor who spoilers in the tags ! Empire of death

[rubys-domain]

so... i finished act 2. now what

[vaesoup]

is this a safe space. (kind)

wanted to try my hand at redesigning melanie and even writing a little for her since we still barely know anything.... criticism ahead (NOTHING TERRIBLE)

her design just doesnt. make sense to anything. its things mashed together and its cute but the more you think about it you go "....so why is this here exactly?" it reads more of an artists oc than a character that is crucial to a story.

so i decided "heh... how do i make most of this work." it leaned more into the tv head aspect, but i decided on a design that takes inspo from cartoons i saw as a kid! like max and ruby etc. i thought using the kids show idea would make it way more fun to write her post-resurrection. im a sucker for ai/characters that learn about their mortality and boundary break. Monika and Kinito Pet are big inspos. thought her learning about the game and her part in it would lead to some fun exploration into the elevator itself and whats behind it.... and more about folly eventually. not delving into the axosun cult i really think thats a poob centric story for the game.

!!pleasw dont take this as pure criticism. i think the potential for her character is really good!! (although i admit at first i was a bit upset she wasnt staying dead as a driving force, and i have seperate gripes about other designs) i just wanted to do this for fun really fast. im excited to see how the story continues!

[gethellbcnt]

i'm just saying... pilot Charlie would've put up a better fight against Adam than series Charlie did.

i am of the FIRM belief that pilot Charlie would've pulled a Jack-Jack and beaten the shit out of him -- she still wouldn't have WON but there'd be a lot more damage done to the guy! let her be the dragon princess defending her hotel castle!! let her be SCARY and come off as a genuine threat not just to Adam, but as a reminder to hell WHO SHE IS under all that kindness!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

SYLUS, the kind of guy who’d always bring your hand back to where it was before you decide to pull away, griping your wrist gently but still firm enough to keep you from pulling away as he guides your hand back to his arm, his hair or against his face. He sighs deeply and his whole body relaxes the moment your touch is back on him, almost as though calming him and reassuring you that he could never find your touch to be too much, or even too repulsive to him.

He would tighten his grip on your wrist every time you tried to tug your hand away. He’d press kisses against your palm and even going so far as to nibble on it from time to time whilst gauging your cute reactions, engraving them into his mind as he smiles soft, his sharp crimson eyes were now soft pools of burgundy filled with longing affection and silent pining.

Calm had returned to his mind in the form of your touch.

SYLUS who while gets you expensive gifts, would find a pretty stone on the side of the road somewhere and stopped in his tracks to pick it up. At first it didn’t look like much other then a common stone he’d seen countless times, however when he moved it to a certain angle, that’s when he saw what made this pebble more unique then the rest. He immediately thought of you and your previous conversations about mating rituals between penguins.

‘Penguins give smooth, pretty stones to the ones they love.’ You once said, holding the penguin plush he had just won you close to your chest, smiling as brightly as the stone he held in his hand.

‘I can give you things much more worth than a simple stone’. He replied at the time.

‘That’s true…and while I love your gifts, not all of them have to be so expensive. It could be a simple as finding a pretty stone on the sidewalk and I’ll treasure forever.’ You tell him, keeping your eyes downcast as he raises a brow. ‘Is that an indication of something?’ He asks and you immediately say no, but it was far too late for Sylus.

It was in that moment where he realised why the stone caught his eye, it reminded him of you. The natural beauty it possess if one were to look at it correctly and unlike all the diamonds, rubies, sapphires, you were more than content with what you were and what you had already to lead a happy life. You never needed much to be happy but he always thought you could be happier and so he took the simple looking pebble with the pretty hues and made it into a necklace.

The very same necklace you then proceeded to wear days on end upon receiving it.

[saltcxrcle]

you did what? ── . ✶ sam and dean winchester

summary: dean has the bright idea to play never have i ever

pairings: platonic winchesters x afab bi! reader, implied past! ruby x afab! reader warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', reader is afab but no pronouns are used, fluff, humor, drinking, mentions of sex, reader is bisexual, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own word count: 2.0K a/n: was supposed to be a silly blurb but its a one shot lol. also this is so self indulgent lmaoo and i was talking about this with mari on the phone, i just love bi!reader fics and shocking the winchesters with information i also love love ruby and i need to write her so bad so if any one wants me to to write the aforementioned event mentioned i will LOL winchesters masterlist

YOU HONESTLY DON’T know how you got here. Well, you do, but you’re slowly regretting your decision to ever befriend the Winchesters, wanting the ground to swallow you whole as they stared at you incredulously. But it wasn’t your fault that their dad would use your Mom’s house as a dumping ground for the two of them when he was on a hunt in your state. While your Mom graciously took them in every time, you knew, even from a young age, that she had her gripes with the elder Winchester, who dragged his kids across the country hunting monsters. 

Growing up with the Winchesters was certainly interesting. You liked hearing the stories that Dean would tell you and Sam about hunting since your Mom retired as soon as she had you. You remember any time that they came over, the three of you were like peas in a pod (your Mom’s words, not yours) and would play and mess with each other each chance you got (typically, it was Sam and you versus Dean most of the time).

As the three of you got older, you saw each other less. Still, you tried to keep in contact—but eventually, Sam went to college, and you guys stopped talking to each other altogether. Until they ran into you on a hunt while trying to find their dad. After the hunt, you guys reconnected at the bar in town and traded numbers. 

Throughout the years, you would run into them on hunts and help them out if they needed it as their lives increasingly became crazier and crazier. 

Currently, you were sat at the map table next to Sam and across from Dean in the bunker that they had found due to their grandfather coming from the past looking for John (which was the weirdest thing that they told you when they invited you for the tour of their home base, but then again, weird is normal for those two). The three of you were having a lazy day due to there being nothing in the news that seemed to be your brand of weird and would warrant the three of you to have left the bunker.

You spent most of the day lounging in the clothes you slept in. After dinner, Dean pulled out his good scotch and three glasses, poured each of you a healthy amount, and started to talk about old hunts and reminiscing on the past. You were about a glass in, now on your second one, when Dean suggested that the three of you play Never Have I Ever, which Sam protested against. When Dean looked at you for the tiebreaker, you shrugged, saying why not since you had nothing better to do. 

Dean grinned at you and sent a smug look to his brother while Sam rolled his eyes at him. 

The questions were pretty tame until they started to venture into the types of conquests that either of you three had throughout the years, which made you learn a little too much about their sex lives (you already knew enough about Dean’s, but now you had to hear Sam’s which was very interesting, to say the least). 

Dean had just finished taking a sip of his dwindling glass. “Okay, my turn.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he shot a look at his brother.

“Never have I ever slept with a demon.” Dean had an arrogant smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair. 

The question was clearly a dig at his brother, to which Sam had scoffed and shook his head. Sam lifted his glass off the table and took a healthy sip of it before putting it back down. His brows furrowed when he saw Dean’s mouth agape in shock. He glanced at you, setting your drink down on the table as well. 

Sam looked at you, confused as to why you took a drink before it hit him, his confused expression morphing into one that mirrored his brother’s. 

You felt warm, slightly embarrassed by their gazes on you. You knew that this was the reaction they would have toward you, but it still didn’t feel the best. 

“Wh-what? When? How?” Dean sputtered out as he looked at you like you were crazy. 

Sam stayed silent, the questions flooding his brain, but Dean had vocalized most of them for him. 

You cleared your throat. “Well, I think it’s my turn anyway. So never-” 

“Nope, we’re not playing until you answer the question.” Dean cut you off and stared at you intently. 

“It’s not any of your business, Dean.” You said through gritted teeth, wanting to move on from the conversation. 

“If you don’t tell us, I’m just going to assume the worst and think you slept with Crowley.” Dean pointed at you before taking a sip of his drink. 

Your face screwed up in disgust. “EW! No, I didn’t sleep with Crowley. I’d rather be chewed up by a wendigo than even kiss him.” 

“Did you know they were a demon before sleeping with them?” Sam questioned. 

You whipped your head to stare at Sam in disbelief. “Really Sam?” 

He shrugged. “Sorry, but can’t blame me for being curious. You’re the last person I’d expect to sleep with a demon.” 

“Has anyone told you curiosity killed the cat?” You snarked as you narrowed your eyes at the shaggy-haired man.

“Yeah, well, satisfaction brought it back.” Sam quipped back as he shot you a smug smile, and you were debating on escaping to your room, but you knew that they would not give up the interrogation until you told them. 

You let out a defeated sigh, leaning back in your seat. “Yes, I knew they were a demon before I slept with them.” 

“Okay, who was it? Was it anyone we knew?” Dean asked. 

You sighed before nodding. You took a sip of your drink before glancing at Sam. “Uh, it was Ruby.” You mumbled into the rim of your glass. 

Neither man heard you. “Sorry, we didn’t exactly hear that.” Sam said. 

Dean nodded. "Wanna say it louder for the the two of us?"

You scrunched your nose, placing your glass on the table. “I slept with Ruby.” You said louder than before, avoiding their gazes. 

Both men were rendered speechless. You and Ruby infamously didn’t get along. There was an animosity between the two of you from the moment you spotted the brunette in Sam’s room when Dean came back from Hell.

Yeah, Sam tolerated her most of the time, and Dean didn’t trust her at all and kept her as far away from him as he could, but the two of you butted heads like no other. There were a couple of times when they thought you were going to kill her, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. 

Dean opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to find any words to say before shutting it. 

“Oh." Sam cleared his throat. "But I thought the two of you hated each other?" 

“We definitely did.” You nodded. “But, it was only once. Well, maybe it was like a couple of times actually now that I’m thinking about it.” 

Dean looked at you wide-eyed. “I have so many questions.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just ask them.” You wanted this conversation to be over and done with. 

“How did it even happen the first time?” 

“Do you remember that haunting a couple of hours away from Bobby’s place? In Topeka?” You asked them, trying to jog their memory. 

“Not really.” 

“Well, the two of you were a little busy with the seals so I went and checked it out and I wrapped it up pretty fast. But when I went back to my motel room after burning the bones, she was there.” 

You remember it like it was yesterday. You were exhausted from digging up the grave, used to having one of the boys helping you, or even better, they were doing it while you held the flashlight. But they stayed behind at Bobby's. So you were left to do it yourself. You were tired and covered in dirt, and all you wanted to do was shower and fall face-first into the rickety motel bed and sleep for twenty hours. 

But when you opened the door, you saw the irritating smirk stretched on Ruby’s lips as she sat at the table near the kitchenette in the room you were staying in. 

“She was being annoying as per usual and I was trying to get her out of my room, but then of course she had to provoke me and we started to argue, then the next thing I knew, I had her pinned against the wall and kissing her. And you can probably guess the rest.” You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly as you looked down at your almost empty glass, avoiding the burning stares of the Winchesters. 

You decided to down the rest of the liquid in your cup before placing it on the table. You looked at Dean to see a faraway look in his eyes, and you squinted at him before realizing what he was doing. 

“Hey!” You clapped your hands to try and snap him out of his daydream. “Stop imagining it dude, that’s gross, not to mention really weird.” 

You shook your head and glanced at Sam to see the same look on his face. Then, you scowled at him, snapping your fingers in front of his face as well. 

“Are you kidding me Sam?” 

Sam blinked and shook his head, having the decency to look apologetic. “Sorry, it’s just…” He trailed off. 

“It’s hot. You know, that you and Ruby fu-” 

“Finish that sentence Dean and I swear that I’ll make sure that you’ll have a black eye in the morning.” You cut him off as you glared at the man sitting across from you. 

Dean raised his hands in defense. “I was just saying. Besides Sammy here was thinking about the same thing, probably even more considering he slept with her too.” 

“Shut up Dean.” Sam shot a scowl at his brother. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you actually were though.” 

Sam’s silence spoke volumes, and you just shook your head at him. 

“So, are we done with this interrogation or can we continue on with this stupid game.” 

“One more question.” 

You groaned at Dean’s words. “What is it?”

“Did she ever tell you who was better in bed, You or Sam?”

“Really Dean?” Sam sighed tiredly (but secretly, he wanted to know).

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face at the question before you shook your head and got rid of it. “Not gonna answer that one.” 

Dean grumbled before finally moving on from the subject. The three of you stayed up pretty late before you retired for the night. You were about to get into bed after getting ready to sleep, but there was a soft knock on your door. You padded over to it and opened it to see Sam in the entryway. 

“What’s up Sam?” You asked softly, wondering why he was at your door this late. 

He looked a little nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. “Did she actually tell you?” 

You furrowed your brows. “Who?” 

“Ruby.” He murmured. 

Oh. Oh. You sent him a playful smile. “Why? Did you want to compare notes?” You teased, and you could see the slight blush grow on Sam’s face. 

Sam started to stammer, and you couldn’t help but laugh gently at him. You reached out and rested a hand on his arm to stop him from stuttering out a useless excuse. 

“She never told me who was 'better'. Ruby never stayed long after we would sleep together.” You told him with a slight smile on your face. 

He nodded in understanding, his shoulders relaxing at your answer. You squeezed his arm before telling him ‘goodnight,’ and he did the same before walking down the hall towards his room. You closed your door and smiled to yourself. 

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

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[ficretus]

I am getting kind of annoyed both at takes I see at rwde as well as anon who spammed my posts few weeks ago. Basically, they argue that on top of being awful character, Jaune also completely ruins his literary allusion, Joan of Arc.

Of course, you are free to like or dislike Jaune, however, when people claim they hate Jaune because he is a coward, I get really confused. Jaune is not a coward, he is pretty brave, to the point of it being kind of flaw since he has low regard for his own safety. If he was a coward, he wouldn't have went with Ruby, Nora and Ren to Haven, he wouldn't have challenged Cinder to the fight, he wouldn't have tried to infiltrate Salem's base to save Oscar, etc. They are pretty on the nose with it in Volume 8 when Ren states Jaune feels no fear.

However, meat of my gripes is with people not understanding Joan of Arc and how to translate her character to the story.

No, Jaune not being giga chad isekai self insert protagonist level of strong is not an issue or insult to his primary literary allusion, it's the opposite. I don't know do people get their Joan of Arc knowledge from Fate Grand Order, but Joan herself wasn't skilled fighter. She was never properly trained and never directly fought someone. In pretty much every major battle she fought she was wounded or knocked out (hit by an arrow at Orleans, knocked out by a rock at Jargeau, hit by an arrow at Paris, knocked off from her horse at Compiegne). In fact her knowledge of sword fighting was so lacking she accidentally broke her treasured sword when she struck a prostitute with its side. There is no good reason for Jaune to be some kind of prodigy when he is based on a character that never properly fought anyone.

No, Jaune relying on his team to solve problems doesn't make him pussy and isn't unlike Joan. Once again, Joan of Arc wasn't front line fighter, she was moral support to the army. Her greatest triumph, siege of Orleans, was just her directing armies where to go whenever she got a vision. And Jaune's Semblance makes sense for someone based on Joan of Arc. It is essentially morale boost Semblance considering boosting an Aura buffs both your health, defense and offensive abilities. It matches what Joan did for her comrades. Jaune relying on his team to accomplish things is not a bug, it's a feature.

No, Jaune failing doesn't make him an insult to Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc herself wasn't perfect and suffered handful of failures herself. After her victory at Orleans, she won at Jargeau, but then lost the siege at Paris. After that she was stalemated in Perrinet Gressart campaign, won a battle at Lagny and was then captured at Compiegne. After failed siege of Paris, and especially after stalemate against Perrinet Gressart, Court started doubting her abilities. It is simply different order of wins and losses with Joan peaking in her first battle while Jaune was completely useless during the Fall of Beacon but has upward trajectory after that.

Jaune's Joan of Arc is the one without any special abilities but with the same aspirations. He wants to be the hero and save the world, but he wasn't blessed with divine power that gives him unnatural charisma and allows him to see future events. People's gripes and suggestions how to "fix him" usually boil down to turning Jaune into generic power fantasy protagonist. Which is not only boring and misses the point of the character, it also misses the point of Joan of Arc. If Jaune was some kind of prodigy kicking ass since Volume 1, he wouldn't have been Joan, he would have been Roland, Arthur, Lancelot or whatever famous legendary knight you can find.

[cloudywithachanceofjam]

this might be me being stuffy and griping but does anyone else struggle with how new and slick and perfect ruby and belinda’s clothes look? (not counting wish world for belinda because that was The Point)

I can’t remember having this issue before this new run. rose and martha’s clothes always looked like they’d been worn before/lived in. donna and amy’s also did to some degree, they looked sort of plausible even when they were more “trendy” (like some of amy’s s5 outfits). I suppose clara often wore things in s7 and s8 that looked like the crew had just wholesale raided a topshop, but this got more individual by s9 and the preppy look did sort of work for her character. bill too had so much character in her outfits, they mostly felt fun and authentic.

I just can’t quite seem to suspend disbelief the same way with ruby and belinda. All their outfits look like they’ve still got the tags on.

Is it camera quality making it clear that their outfits are brand new? Is it just because now I’m the same age as the companions and I’m finding it uncomfortable to see modern trends reflected in their clothing/thinking it looks forced (anyone who was early 20s in 2010s sound off on how this compares to their experiences of amy/clara/bill)? Is it actually intentional (all their outfits are new because the TARDIS provides them? They’re meant to look new to enhance the Truman show/storytelling effect of these last two series?)

I kind of miss the hair-occasionally-out-of-place, blouse-that-doesn’t-quite-fit vibe that made the companions feel like they had actual lives outside the TARDIS.

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Sam Week 2025: Day 5 - favourite Sam arc / Sam & music / psychic powers

I'm SO happy how this one came out! I think it's my favourite so far :D I feel it's really nailed the tactic I wanted to take of these prompts of coming at the a little sideways/not the first thing you'd think of. Shout out to @aliusfrater - for always helping fuel my Soulless Sam fascination/obsession - and also inadvertently inspiring this fic by including the quote below in an ask response about "favourite Soulless Sam lines".

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Also on Ao3

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"Dean, I am still me – same melon, same memories. I-I still like the same music. I still think about Suzie Heizer . . ."

Creed - With Arms Wide Open

Sue Heizer. “Biology class”, Sue Heizer. Weirdest possible way you could have remembered that, by the way, you hadn’t been in school in years. Front seat of her car. Volkswagen Jetta. You and Dad loved to gripe about “modern cars”. Some things don’t change. My hands were fumbling with her tits, and hers were in my hair and this ring she was wearing kept getting caught in it. And it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Seventeen, ten times more hormones than experience. More than made up for that this last year. I tried to flip us so she was on top, and my foot hit the radio dial. Turns out the very last song you want to hear whilst finally getting to fuck the girl you’ve been mooning over for weeks is one about finding out you’re gonna be a dad. I had to endure that song for the next three weeks, it was at Number 1. I hated it then, and I hate it now. I can’t feel embarrassed anymore - I just think it's cheesy. This was a bad place to start. Let’s try again.

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Digging in the Dirt - Peter Gabriel

Flagstaff. I bought a week’s supply of junk food. Last five dollars from the money Dad gave me to live on two hunts back. The one where dad sent you back after three days while he went lone wolf and you bitched about it every hour of every day until he got home. Funny how fast you shut up the second he walked in the door. You had cash on you, so we used that for food instead, and I squirrelled the note away. And waited. I don’t know why Flagstaff. Actually, I do. You were hogging the TV and wouldn’t let me watch anything I wanted to, and I got fed up, and grabbed the remote while you were in the kitchen, and wouldn’t give it back. And you hit me. It wasn’t the first time, but I didn’t think it was normal yet. The kid at the register in the 7-Eleven was singing along, and he gave me an extra bag of Funyons. Before heaven, I’d hear it and feel free. After, it made me want to vomit. Now? I like it again. Must be all that emotional growth I’m not having.

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Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Bus to Stanford. It stopped for an hour somewhere in Nebraska. Everyone else got off to stretch their legs, use the bathroom, grab a shitty reststop sandwich. I stayed. It was like I was afraid that if I stepped off before we got there, everything might disintegrate; it all felt so fragile. Stupid way to think. The bus driver came back from their smoke break. I remember she smoked the same brand as Dad, the smell, it was the closest I ever came to turning back. She saw me in the mirror. “Mind if I put the radio on, honey?” I knew I was doing the right thing, really knew, for the first time. I used to do that, second-guess things that were blatantly fucking obvious. Guess having a soul really slows you down. It always made me feel strong. Stevie’s voice is still beautiful.

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The Captain and the Hourglass - Laura Marling

You were dead. You were dead, and I was in the car with Ruby. And I had that laser focus that you always found unnerving, although that wasn’t the way you said it, “Sammy’s an obsessive freak” were the exact words. And still, I decided to take the time to put an iPod jack in the car. I’m still like that. Moreso. Sammy got so scared of his own melon, he started agreeing with you on the freak part. I was in the car with Ruby, and she told me she was impressed at how quickly I was learning my powers. And she made me feel in control of myself in a way I never had before. And completely at her mercy. We stopped by the side of the road, and the song came on, and she opened up and vein in the top of her thigh, didn’t give me the option of anywhere else. I always felt kinda felt like running when I heard it again, even though I loved the song. I could never quite place why. I can now. Lack of a soul gives you a strange kind of clarity about a lot of things. You should try it sometime. “He's done with all this bullshit, he's going back to war” means something different now. 

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Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin (kinda)

First gig I ever went to. You and me, and those ridiculous fake IDs. I was so sure we’d get arrested or something, I was fourteen, and the shortest kid in the class, who were we kidding? Should have known you’d found the shittiest, dingiest, divebar in town. Maybe they didn’t care. Probably, they just couldn’t see me through the fog of cigarette smoke. I think they’re still the worst Zeppelin tribute we’ve ever heard, and we’ve probably got some kind of World Record for bad cover bands by now. They’re like roaches, everywhere, and hard to kill. It was the last song of the night and, somehow, barely recognisable. And you turned to me, and you were so mad that they were butchering your favourite song. But the music was so bad, and your face just looked so cartoonishly angry, and I laughed, and then you were laughing, and we couldn’t stop. It doesn’t seem funny when I think of it now, but I remember feeling it. Dad couldn’t play it in the car for months after without one or both of us corpsing, and we couldn’t tell him why. Our own private little joke. I think you forgot about it eventually, but I never did. I didn’t think it was possible to hear it and not feel that asinine, childish joy. Still love that guitar solo.

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Sorrow - The National

The song playing in my ears on the way to die. For once, you didn’t complain about me using headphones to listen to my own music in the car. You’d given me this big speech about how I wasn’t a kid anymore, you had to learn to let me go my own way. Guess this was part of that. Didn’t last, did it?

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@seasononesam @suncaptor

[the-lampman]

My BIGGEST Criticism of RWBY!!

The thing that I HATE the most in this show is Clover’s stupid, stupid weapon.

Look at it, look at this stupid thing:

It’s a fishing rod. And not that fishing rods canät ever be used as weapons, look at Pesci from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. Actually, don’t look at him, he’s ugly.

But Clover is a huntsman. And huntsmen are supposed to kill giant monsters.

How

In

Remnant

Are you supposed to kill a giant monster with this thing!?!??!????

Picture for a moment, if you will, the Ace Ops, fighting against a horde of Grimm invading Mantle. Marrow and Harriet are dealing with some of the smaller ones while Elm, Vine, and Clover take on a Nevermore that managed to slip past the defenses. The Nevermore swoops low to the ground, where Elm and Vine manage to restrain it, if only for a little while. Clover goes in for the kill!

Only for the tip of his fishing rod to sink into the thick plumage of the dark bird to no effect. The Nevermore frees itself and kills everyone.

Is the tip of the hook even sharp? It doesn’t look like it to me. He’s got that little harpoon thing on the handle of the rod. So I guess he can stab Grimm with that? But again, what’s that gonna do against a Nevermore, or a Megoliath or… anything that isn’t a human without aura, really?

And look, when it comes to fighting people, Clover’s weapon is pretty good, he was able to use it to great effect against both Qrow and Tyrian. But I reiterate: Clover is a huntsman. Huntsmen are first and foremost meant to fight Grimm. That’s why Ruby is so bad at fighting people! Because her weapon and fighting style are made for fighting large monsters.

Bram Thornmane was on to something, because if I was him and Gladstone Gander with a fishing stick got into the Ace Ops over me, I’d be furious too!

Really though, I think the thing that bothers me the most is that it looks so flimsy. The actual rod is collapsible, and with those three segments, it looks a lot like the rickety floor lamp standing next to my desk, providing me illumination in this dark winter night as I angrily type this.

It’s not even also a gun! How are you a RWBY character with a weapon that is not also a gun!!??1!?+?

The name is really cool though. The weapon is called Kingfisher. Aside from the obvious thing, allusion to Clover being inspired by A Fisherman’s Good Luck, kingfishers are also a family of birds (I have a lego model of one!). These birds are believed to bring good luck in some cultures, which alludes to Clover’s literary inspiration and semblance of course. However, the use of a bird motif is interesting considering his friendship with Qrow. Clever setup, punchline is ”birds of a feather.”

So yeah. That is my biggest gripe with RWBY, and of course, this is just my personal (objectively factual) opinion (true, indisputable fact), and I would love to hear yours. Are there any more weapons from RWBY that you would like me to talk about? If this post gets one like, I’ll make a follow-up where I rag on Robyn’s stupid weapon. Don’t forget to like and subscribe and I’ll see you next time!

[kamen20ghost]

Arc pick up lines

Ruby walks into a room with a blush on her face and her hands griping her cloak

Ren: ok I’ll bite what happen that cause you to be like this Ruby?

Ruby: well jaune said something I did not expect.

[Flashback]

Jaune : you know Ruby you look like you put fear into weak men

[Present]

Nora: wow that really came out of fearless leader mouth

Ruby: “nods” yep now if you excuse me I have to go name a newly form river. “ runs off to her room

Weiss: huh what is this feeling I’m having now I can’t describe it. “ others can see she jealous but won’t tell her

Blake: I know how Ruby feels when jaune not trying he has good pick up lines. “

[Flash back again]

Jaune: hey Blake you look like there are legends about your fearsomeness that no one has ever been able to prove wrong.

Blake: blushing and speechless

Jaune: see Yang I told you I could do it you owe me ten Lien

Yang: damit!!

[trashmouth-richie]

I am dying to know how the sexy older! Landlord Eddie has been doing? I need that man right now🥵

ohhhh boy. 😵‍💫

our sexy older! landlord is now our sexy older! boyfriend.

he rented out your trailer after you moved in with him.

he comes home to you every hot summer evening laying out in the little kiddie pool you suggested getting for sunbathing, sunglasses perched on your nose you about kill him dead with your curves in a cheap string bikini you found at the thrift store

your painted toes walk up his grease stained tank top, and he kisses each toe before rubbing your feet. calling you his little princess

he’s still an asshole, still hates everyone in the trailer park, his softness is kept for you except when you beg him to be rough in bed, which he happily obliges.

he looks good, better than he has in years, he finds himself even smiling sometimes.

his favorite part of the night is fucking you into tears in the jetted tub he installed

you keep him young and he cherishes you.

he laughs at the differences between your age and his, reliving glory days of when you weren’t even alive yet.

his place is spotless, smelling like a candle he won’t admit that he likes even though he adores the way you’ve added your womanly taste to his shitty trailer.

some days you go with him to work, and you finally convinced him to spruce up the trailers a bit, tear up old dog piss stained carpet and lay down the least ugliest patterned linoleum you could find.

he scowls at the flowers you have potted on the porch. “what the hell are these things?” he gripes “mums, aren’t they pretty?” he ashes his cigarette in them when you aren’t looking then later feels bad and buys you another one, a deep ruby colored one that cost way too much at that dump kmart.

you treat him like a king. hearty meals and sun sweet tea you let seep on the porch. he’s never liked his birthday but when make a big deal of and celebrate it, he almost cries.