#(like its 50/50 between him forgetting people don't know/forgetting he even is-- and him just deliberately fucking with them bc its funny)

[kuroo-hitsuji]

Bro i really played myself with my trans Solomon hc huh

No visual evidence to subtly include in my art. No top surgery scars no nothin. No one will know but me orz

Fool. Imbecile.

Unfortunately though i will change Nothing bc it makes sense To Me but I will still be sad about it xgmxgmxxfj

[noirscript]

01; the procession

Pairing: Yandere!Preacher x Reader Description: Victor Marlowe’s devotion feels like worship, but you soon realize it is a gilded cage—your name chanted, your presence paraded, yet your freedom slowly stripped away. His whispered promises of destiny aren’t love; they are control, wrapped in reverence. Warning/s: Yandere | Manipulation | Religious Themes | Obsession | Stalking | Confinement | Power Imbalance | Cult Note/s: Apologies for the inactivity! Enjoy reading the first part of the Holy Week Special. Also, I just moved out of our house due to some issues (I've secured a place to stay in, but don't have any bed or anything to sleep on). Will still update here though. Also, there's an upcoming mini-series to be posted soon. Will be posted in advance on my ko-fi. Those who have previously supported me will be able to read it in advanced!

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The city had always been a place of anonymity for you—a labyrinth of faces, voices, and routines that you could slip into without a second glance. After losing your family, grief drove you from your small hometown to this sprawling maze, hoping to drown your pain in its indifference. Three had passed, and though the sting of loss had dulled, it never truly disappeared. Solitude became your sanctuary, and your days blended together in the quiet rhythm of survival.

But then Victor Marlowe entered your life.

You remembered that day with unsettling clarity. It was a warm afternoon, and the city buzzed with its usual energy—street vendors calling out, children darting between pedestrians, the sound of distant construction. Amid the chaos, Victor’s voice rose like a beacon, cutting through the noise with its steady, commanding tone.

“Even in the darkness,” he proclaimed, his arms outstretched, “there is a light waiting to guide you home.”

You hesitated, drawn by the sheer magnetism of his presence. He stood on a makeshift platform in the plaza, his dark suit tailored to perfection, his smile serene but purposeful. People gathered around him, their expressions hopeful, their eyes fixed on his every move.

You hadn’t planned to stop, but you did. You lingered at the edge of the crowd, watching as Victor spoke with the kind of conviction that made you forget your doubts, even if just for a moment.

When the sermon ended, Victor’s gaze swept across the crowd, and his eyes landed on you. His smile softened, and he stepped down from the platform, weaving through the crowd until he stood before you.

“You,” he said, his voice rich and soothing, “carry a heavy burden. I can see it in your eyes.”

You blinked, startled. “What? I—how do you know that?”

Victor chuckled softly, as though amused by your confusion. “The divine has a way of revealing pain to those called to heal it. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”

His words planted a seed of curiosity—and perhaps desperation—in your heart. Before you knew it, you were attending his gatherings, sitting quietly in the back as he delivered sermons that seemed to speak directly to your soul. The ministry became your refuge, a place where your grief felt less overwhelming.

At first, Victor was simply the leader of the movement—a charismatic figure who inspire hope in everyone he met. But over time, his attention turned toward you with an intensity that unnerved you. During sermons, his gaze would linger on you longer than necessary, his smile sharpening in ways you couldn’t explain. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. After all, you were just one among many in the ministry.

But today, everything changed.

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

The courtyard of the Celestial Ministry thrummed with energy, the chants of thousands rising in unison. You stood at the edge of it all, hidden in the shadows of the stone archways. This was where you belonged—on the periphery, unseen, unnoticed.

Victor Marlowe stood at the center of the courtyard, his arms raised as he addressed the congregation. His voice carried like a hymn, every word precise and calculated to stir the hearts of his followers.

“Love,” Victor declared, his tone imbued with passion, “is the foundation of truth. And truth… is the foundation of peace.”

The crowd erupted in applause, their devotion palpable.

You watched from the sidelines, as you always did. But today, something was different. Victor’s cadence slowed, his words becoming deliberate, almost reverent. The air shifted, heavy with anticipation.

“And truth requires… balance,” he said, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. “The light requires the moon, just as the sun requires the dawn. Today, I must share a revelation—a truth that has guided me since the beginning of this ministry.”

Victor descended the dais, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that rooted you in place. Panic clawed at your chest as he approached, his presence overwhelming.

He extended a hand, his palm upturned. “Take my hand, darling. It’s time.”

You recoiled, your voice barely above a whisper. “Victor… what are you doing?”

His smile widened, impossibly serene. “Trust me. You’ll understand soon.”

Before you could protest, his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into the light. Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by a deafening eruption of cheers.

Victor raised your hand above your heads, his voice resonating across the courtyard. “This woman has been chosen—not by me, but by the divine. She is my sacred counterpart, my guiding star. Together, we shall bring healing to the world!”

The crowd surged forward, their chants merging into a singular roar. Strangers reached out to touch your garments, tears streaming down their faces as they whispered your name like a prayer.

“Victor,” you said, your voice shaking. “Stop this. I don’t—”

He leaned close, his whisper brushing your ear. “All of this… was always for you.”

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

The procession began soon after.

Victor led you through the streets on foot, his hand never leaving yours. The crowd lined the roads, their chants of adoration weaving a tapestry of madness. Flower petals rained down like a confetti, their scent cloying as it mixed with the heat of the afternoon.

“Victor,” you hissed, your voice swallowed by the noise. “Please, stop this. I can’t do this.”

He glanced at you, his expression softening into something almost tender. “They love you,” he said simply, as though that explained everything.

“They don’t even know me,” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “And I don’t want this. I didn’t choose this!”

Victor’s grip tightened, his smile fading. “You don’t need to choose, darling. The divine has already chosen for you.”

The procession slowed as you reached the towering gates of the Ministry’s private compound, the iron wrought with intricate designs that glinted in the sunlight. The crowd surged, their cheers reaching a fever pitch as Victor raised your hand one final time.

As the gates creaked open, you turned to him, desperation in your eyes. “Please, Victor. Let me go.”

He smiled again, that same serene, unreadable smile. “Soon, you’ll see. This is where you belong.”

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

Inside the compound, the noise of the crowd faded replaced by an oppressive silence. Victor led you to a sunlit room adorned with ornate furnishings—your room, he called it.

“For your safety,” he explained, his tone gentle but unyielding. “The people’s love for you… it is boundless, but it is also overwhelming. You’ll need protection.”

“Protection from what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Victor stepped closer, his presence filling the room. “From those who might harm you… and from yourself. You’re not yet accustomed to your role, but I will guide you.”

“I didn’t want this role,” you said, your voice cracking. “I just want to leave.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ll understand in time, my darling. Rest now.”

You turned to the window, your heart sinking as the reality of your situation settled over you. Beyond the compound walls, the crowd’s chants were faint but relentless, their adoration a chain you couldn’t escape.

Victor’s voice broke the silence, soft and commanding. “All of this… was always for you.”

TBC.

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[krisantium]

loved your post about inho and gihun but i also need you to understand that them trying to break each other is why i ship them, lmao. im also highkey frustrated at the shippers who go "it was a look of love" or whatever, its like they're ignoring their whole dynamic that makes them interesting 😅

Their relationship is interesting, indeed. It's just the fandom's lack in comprehension drives me nuts. Did people skip episodes or what because many of them don't even know that Inho is the frontman?? Are we having children under the age of 10 in this fandom? Like, how did you miss such huge information? And anyway, since we talk about this internet-made gay couple, I want to highlight the one scene that empasizes the whole point of their so called romance.

Remember the dinner scene before the fight between Thanos and 333? They were supposed to be re-voting the next day because it was 50 50 between 0 and X that day. And guess who got the fork inside their gimbap foil? Yes, the X group, including Gihun. Inho was clearly testing the water. And Gihun, with this big idea inside his head, with the spirit of a saint, wanting to save the world while he's given a clear chance to save his own people, did exactly what Inho saw coming since the beginning. Screw the fork and the impending fight that can possibly save at least half of the players' life that night, let's just build this small army of amateur marksmen and kill the guards, the frontman and then blow this hell of a place instead!

And of course, if all of us still watch the same show, we could never forget Inho's monolgue about his wife, and we could also never forget the dramatic sibling's lore about the kidney transplantation. Inho was a man who tried to save everyone too. The savior complex consumed him until there is nothing of him left. And he wants that to happen to Gihun too. Like what I said before, he desperately wants to prove himself that this path he has taken now is meant for the people like them.

[mooshlovely]

Nein Again Episode 10

"You're sure he's a god?" Once again Beau clocking plot points that won't come up for many episodes (15)

Caleb is trying so hard to deflect from why he doesn't want to change his outfit and Beau is not having it (25)

Sam was not going to forget about that ring of water walking. Definitely one of the most useful early magic items after the goggles (40)

They spend so much time deciding between arbitrary choices lol (44) its such a dnd vibe

..molly continues to be ineffective in combat (1:12) truly the is the real reason he died. He wasn't over powered enough for the nein lol (I know he gets the hdywtdt but also it was 3pts of damage)

"a caleb bonus action to dry heave" (1:12) he's just having a terrible time isn't he. No wonder he's so depressed for so long. The party doesn't really ever talk about how much caleb seems to hate combat

lol matt hinting that spiders are not insects (1:24)

such loose morals, lets loot the dead bodies (1:27)

wow fjord absolutely no grace for your traumatized friend (1:29)

rescuing someone and immediately interrogating them. they're so fucking nosey (2:45)

Travis' face when he hears about the Mariner's Armor xD (2:50) Also the fact that Liam doesn't notice causes he's too busy paying attention to Matt

It's actually pretty wild how dangerous Matt makes the Gentleman seem only for him to turn out to be a big softy in the end. And you know also Jester's dad (2:57)

ah the first Molly Caleb moment. I know a lot of people like it but it always just made me vaguely uncomfortable. I think its cause Molly is so condescending and holier-than-thou (3:10)

ah yes disguise the spider lol (3:11)

"don't punch him, don't punch him, don't, don't" Fjord has really taken to his job of Beau-wrangler (3:17)

"we lost two in the sewers" god its such a good line (3:18)

There's something so interesting to me about how Caleb prefers 1:1 interactions over the chaos of the large group. Could also be because he doesn't like to make a big deal of doing nice things, potentially because of his low self-image I would guess (3:30) Could also be subtle manipulation so that he can choose who items go to

"I don't trust you yet, I don't trust any of these people yet, except for. No, I don't trust any of you yet" Fucking heartbreaking moment, but also still shows a crazy amount of trust/faith in Fjord to even be that honest and to share as much of his past as he does (3:30)

forearm grab O.O (3:32)

"If the money's good and it's not stupid" (3:47) Yeah, not a bad motto to live by

[maggiedelusional]

Let Me Go (Epilogue)

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: none, teenagers being teenagers, ANGST (but you knew that), bittersweet ending

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Reader is married and shares a child with Hangman, Life and circumstance drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily

A/N: Here it is the epilogue of Let Me Go. I can't believe this story that I thought of during my commute to work last summer, a story that I didn't anyone but me would care about is now at its official end. Even if it did take almost a year, and several hiatuses to get here. I will admit this past year has been some of the hardest of my life, with so many changes and obstacles I've gone through. But this story, this community has always been a safe space for me to run to. I'm sure that not everyone will be happy with how I chose to end this story, but this past year has taught me to trust my instincts as a writer and I will not please everyone, but I hope you understand why I went with what I did. I don't know if you all know this but Let Me Go is actually the first full-length multi-part series I've ever created, and I just wanted to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for taking this journey with me. Whether you've been here from the beginning, if you're a casual reader, someone who has waited months for me to update, to the people who have left me kind and supportive comments, and even to those who weren't necessarily the kindest. Thank you. Enough with all of that, without further ado, Let Me Go the final FINAL part.

Declan Belmont had Astrid pressed against the brick wall at the back of their high school. They definitely should not have been skipping 4th period, but the feeling of how soft her lips against his and the sounds of her whimpers as he grabbed the skin of her hips, definitely made him forget about the important test review they were currently missing. 

“Dec, slow down.” She pulled herself away from him, trying to even her breath. 

“We are not hooking up next to the soccer field.” She told him with a raised eyebrow. 

He let out an exaggerated groan before turning them both around until Declan’s back was the one against the wall. 

“Fine, fair enough” He chuckled as he gave his girlfriend a small peck on the lips. 

“I can’t help it, you look so good today.” He sighed pressing his face into her collarbone breathing in her scent. 

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He mumbled into her chest. 

Astrid let out a giggle, pulling his face away from her.

“You say that everyday.” 

“And it’s true!” He exclaimed

“Every. Single. Day” He pecked her lips in between every word. 

“You’re such a dork.” 

“YOUR dork.” 

“Ew you sound just like my dad.” She said, feigning a disgusted face. 

“Speaking of your dad, when are you going to introduce me to your family?” Declan asks her, his once joking demeanor fading to nervousness. 

Astrid backed away from his touch, putting distance between them. 

“Dec..” 

“Come on Atty! We’ve been official for almost 6 months! You’ve met my mom, my brother, even my stupid cousin.”

“Your cousin doesn’t count, we have trig together.” You pointed out.

“Okay fine, but besides the point, you’ve met them!” 

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked solemnly

“No! That’s not it Dec! My family is just…” Astrid stops to piece together her thoughts.

“They’re absolutely insane!” 

“My aunts and uncles are so loud ALL THE TIME. It’s basically impossible to get ANY work done whenever they’re around.” 

“Don’t get me started on how nosey my Uncle Mickey gets. Like I think that man forgets that he’s nearing 50 and does not need to know why Beca from fourth grade and I aren’t friends anymore.” 

“Or how my Aunt Nat and Uncle Bob, LOVE to torture my dad and the sweet little imbecile he is always takes the bait.”

Astrid didn’t notice how intense her tirade was until she felt her face heating up and Declan staring at her in amusement.

“Sorry..” she told him embarrassed at her outburst. 

“You should really breathe in between monologues, you were turning blue babe.” 

“See what I mean? They make me CRAZY, and I didn’t want you to see that side of me quite yet.” Astrid admitted.

Declan chuckled before approaching Astrid, wrapping his arms around her waist, and using a finger to have her look up at him. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, I happen to like your crazy.” Declan kisses the pout off of Astrid’s face. 

“And I really like you, and I don’t see anything short of you committing murder, changing that.” 

“Can I get that in writing?” 

“I’ll even get it notarized.” 

“Lucky for you, my family’s monthly barbeque is happening tomorrow, and I can maybeee get you an invitation.”

“Aw you’d do that for me babe?” 

“I guess, and I do happen to know the host of the party.” 

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Declan felt a knot form in his stomach as he stood outside Astrid's house, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that was creeping up on him. What if her family didn't like him? What if he did something embarrassing? What if he accidentally insulted someone?

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Technically this was his idea, and Astrid had continually warned him about her family’s many quirks but assured him that they did have good hearts. But she didn’t elaborate further. Declan now mentally kicked himself for not asking more questions about them, now he was going into this meeting blind with no preparation or any talking points. 

“Fucking Amateur Hour Declan!” He muttered to himself, there’s no going back and changing the past now. He couldn’t stand on the front porch forever. 

Finally, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He could hear the sounds of laughter and conversation coming from inside the house, and his nerves intensified. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open and he was greeted by an older man, a silver fox with a broad chest wearing a leather military flight jacket. He wasn’t very tall but it didn’t make him any less terrifying. 

“So you’re the boy our little Astrid has been seeing.”  He greeted Declan with a grin 

The man had a warm smile and Declan felt himself release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

Declan held out a hand towards the older man to shake. 

“No need for all of that son, welcome to the party!” 

The older man pulled Declan into a hug, clapping him on the back and dragging him into the house. 

“Don’t scare him off Pete, he just got here!” A beautiful older woman with brown shoulder length hair and kind eyes laughed at the man. 

“Sorry about him Declan, he’s just excited.”

“I’m Penny, and this is Pete.”

“Call me Mav, son.” He smiled at Declan. 

They led him to the back of the house towards the glass doors with a deck where he had a a clear view into the backyard. 

He saw a handful of men and women standing around the large yard. They held themselves in a way that made it obvious that they were military despite being out of uniform. 

Declan felt his previous nervousness return, feeling his throat get dry. He placed his hand on the door to open it, when he realized that he never properly greeted Astrid’s parents. 

“I am so sorry, I was so nervous that I forgot my manners. It’s so nice to finally meet you Mr. and Mrs Seresin.” Declan beamed at the older couple. 

“Astrid is an amazing girl and its an honor to meet the people that raised her.”

Penny and Mav stared at Declan in confusion before bursting into laughter. 

Declan stood confused at the sudden outburst. 

After they settled down, Mav clapped a hand on Declan’s shoulder. 

“You flatter us son. But we’re not Astrid’s parents.”

“I am Atty’s godmother, and Mav here is her grandpa.” 

“Hey! You say that like I’m old!” Mav pouted.

“If I’m her grandpa that makes you her grandma.” He pointed out.

“No way old man, I am perfectly happy being Auntie Penny.” 

“Yeah Yeah.” Mav wrapped an arm around Penny’s waist giving her a kiss on the temple. 

Declan felt slightly awkward watching this interaction, he wasn’t exactly used to PDA from adult couples, mostly due to his own family history of divorce. But most of it stemmed from the embarassment of wrongly assuming his girfriend’s parentage. 

“You can relax son, we definitely helped her parents with babysitting and carpool, but we can’t take credit for the woman she’s become.” Mav explained. 

“And don’t worry about us, if Atty likes you, then we like you.” 

“And that goes for all those other meatheads out in the backyard.” Penny reassured him. 

Declan nodded as the couple led him to the outside. 

“Look whos here!” Mav announced to the other attendants of the barbeque. 

The group waved and roared with excitement, greeting Declan from his vantage point on the deck. 

“Hey Dec!” His girlfriend greeted him. 

Declan momentarily forgot his troubles as he took in his girlfriend’s appearance. She looked like sunshine in her frilly yellow sundress, her head adorned with a puffy white headband, her smile beaming as she walked towards Declan’s position on the deck. 

“You’ll be okay son, we all got your back. The only person here you need to impress is that guy.” Mav pointed at a younger man, taller and somehow more menacing looking, manning the grill. 

Declan took a hard gulp as Astrid finally approached him, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the stairs of the deck towards a gathering of 3. 

“Dec, This is my Auntie Nat, Uncle Bob, and Uncle Mickey.” 

“Guys, this is Declan Belmont, my boyfriend.” 

“Nice to meet you Declan.” The woman greeted him. 

The shorter man with wire framed glasses simply smiled and nodded at Declan in greeting. 

The final man, seemed to be of hispanic descent with short buzzed hair. 

He surprised Declan by pulling him into a hug. 

“Its nice to finally put a face to a name!” Uncle Mickey beamed at Declan. 

“We all know how picky our Atty can get, so you must be something special.” 

Uncle Mickey pulled back on hug before throwing an arm around Declan’s shoulders and pulled him aside from the group and whispering. 

“ I want to know everything, do you know what you want to do after graduation? Anything you’re thinking of studying? How did you and Astrid meet? Do you love her?”

“Uncle Mickey!”

“Fanboy!” 

The other members of the group obviously heard everything from the forced huddle despite Mickey’s attempt at whispering. 

“We’ll reconvene later.” He gave a final whisper before turning back around to the rest of the group. 

Declan found purchase by Astrid’s side one again wrapping an arm around her wasit. 

“Oh no you won’t Uncle Mickey.” Astrid glared at Fanboy. 

“Yeah leave the damn boy alone.” Phoenix added. 

Bob stood silently in the middle amusement clear on his face, holding in his laughter. 

“But mija, How am I supposed to find out?”

“Fanboy, the boy has been here less than 5 minutes and you’re already giving him the third degree.” Phoenix rolled her eyes at her frend. 

“I just wanna get to know him better, see why Atty likes him so much.” 

“And don’t act like I’m the only one who’s curious” Fanboy pointed at his friends. 

“You know what, you’re right!” Bob finally spoke out. 

“I do wanna know.” 

Natasha stared at her friends in disbelief, before her face released its scowl in a look of agreement with the two men. Crossing the middle and standing by the two male daggers. 

“Traitor!” Astrid frowned at her aunt. 

“Sorry kiddo, Fanboy’s got a point”

Astrid’s face turned red in embarrassment. 

“Y’all promised to be cool.” Astrid pouted. 

The three aviators shot her an apologetic look with a shrug. 

Declan felt so much warmth and joy from watching his girlfriend interact with her family, despite their antics they all clearly deeply for one another. Almost made him forget about the menacing man across the yard watching his every move. Especially at his hand placement.

He quickly took his hand off of Astrid’s waist. Which took her by surprise, and made her think that he was horrified at her crazy family. 

“I am so sorry about them Dec. I asked them to be normal ” Astrid turned to him with pleading eyes.

Declan was confused at her uneasiness

“Don’t be! I think they’re sweet.” He replied joyfully. 

“And I will be happy to answer any and all questions you all ask me.” Declan announced to the three before distractedly looking off to the distance back to the man by the grill. 

“Then why did you..?” Astrid began to ask but trailed off as she followed her boyfriend’s line of sight, her aunt and uncles doing the same. 

“Ahh, the big man.” Mickey deduced. 

“Him? A Big Man?” 

“Are we looking at the same person right now?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“I mean yeah he’s not a big man to us, but imagine how Declan feels right now.”

“Guys, you’re not making it any better.” Astrid sighed. 

“Don’t worry about him, he only looks like a grizzly bear, in actuality he is a big soft teddy bear.” Phoenix reassured the boy. 

Declan was still frozen in his place, feeling smaller he’s ever felt in his life. 

“He’s gotta meet him at some point kid, go rip the bandaid off.” Phoenix reminded her niece. 

“You’re probably right Aunt Nat.” Astrid sighed. 

“Come on Dec, lets go.” Astrid grabbed Declan’s hand and dragged him towards the grill. 

“Dad!” Astrid exclaimed as walked towards the aviator, with Declan in tow. 

“This is my boyfriend Declan.”

Declan felt frozen in place, never feeling quite as intimidated as he had in this exact moment. He outstretched a hand, a gulp trapped in his throat. The older man gave his hand a firm shake, his grip tightening and holding Declan’s in a steel grip, staring him down. 

“Dad, stop it.” Astrid chastised the man after several agonizing seconds that felt like hours to Declan.  

“But its so funny.” 

The man released his grip and his entire demeanor changed in that exact moment, like a light switch being flipped. The stoic look on his face changed to a dopey grin. 

“You should’ve seen your face! You look like you’re gonna pee your pants!” The older man chuckled. 

Declan laughed awkwardly alongside the aviator. 

“I’m sorry Dec, my dad thinks he’s funny.” 

“You used to think I was funny.” Astrid’s dad pouted.

“Yeah when I was 4”

“When I also used to think mac and cheese and mashed potatoes mixed together was the greatest food to exist.” 

“But Atty…you still think that.” Declan muttered. 

The two men maintained eye contact with one another, their grins slowly getting larger before bursting into laughter. 

Astrid stood still in her spot, a frown planted on her face. 

“Come on babe, just joking around with your dad.” 

“I think I liked you better when you were afraid of everyone.” She glared at her boyfriend. 

“Sir, has she always been this intense?” 

“Yup, even when she was a little girl, terrifying minimum wage teenage face painters who merely suggested to paint her as a butterfly, insisting yoshi was cooler.” 

“Please tell me you have a picture sir.” 

“Come on.. You know I do.” Both men laughing with one another once again. 

“I can’t believe you two are ganging up on me!” Astrid exclaimed.

“And I still stand with that previous claim, Yoshi is cooler than a butterfly.”

“You’re just further proving our point babe.” Declan smiled, reaching for Astrid’s hand once again, now feeling more comfortable. 

She dropped his hand in a huff, folding her arms across her chest. 

“I’m not a big fan of whatever.” 

“This.” waving a finger between the two men 

 “Is”

“Come on Little Chick! I thought you wanted me to get along with your boyfriend.” The mustached man pointed out. 

“Well the two of you can get along all you want in this corner, I’m going to talk to Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben. At least they’re nice to me.” Astrid pouted as she walked away from Rooster and Declan.

Declan had the biggest smile plastered on his face watching his girlfriend walk away. 

“She’s something isn’t she?” Rooster referred to Astrid’s retreating figure. 

“That she is.”

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Declan was honestly having a really nice time. He couldn’t remember the last time that he was at an event with extended family. It was just him, his mom, and his brother (sometimes his aunt and cousin) for as long as he could remember. Large in part due to the divorce and his dad constantly traveling for work. So it meant a lot to him that Astrid’s family welcomed him with open arms.

He had spent the better part of the hour asking Astrid’s family members funny embarrassing stories from her childhood, and he also got to meet Astrid’ Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben, with a few more attendees joining. 

Declan was currently helping Astrid’s dad with the grill, with Mav often coming around to nitpick  the younger men’s work. And Rooster telling him to “fuck off, old man”, with Astrid and Penny laughing at their antics. 

What confused Declan was the lack of appearance from Astrid’s mom. Astrid had never mentioned having a single father so Declan knew that she probably had a mom. 

He was about to open his mouth to ask when he was interrupted by the sound of the backyard fence opening and his girlfriend’s booming voice. 

“Daddy!” 

Daddy? Wasn’t Declan already standing next to her dad?

An older blonde man dressed in service khakis had arms wide open for Astrid as she ran towards him nearly knocking him over. 

“Bagman!” Astrid’s (other?) dad exclaimed. 

The other attendees of the party approached the man. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Phoenix smirked

“We thought you’d be out in the Pacific for a few more weeks.” Payback commented. 

“Well y’all know me, I get shit done.”

“Plus, I missed little Pixie over here.” He answered hugging his daughter once more. 

How did Declan not know that his girlfriend had two dads? How heteronormative for him to assume that his girlfriend had a typical nuclear family? Then again she’s never mentioned too much of her family. 

The aviators threw greetings and questions at Hangman, with the man in question trying his best to answer them all. 

Declan stood at the edge of the crowd, bewildered at the new addition. Jake noticed the unfamiliar boy amongst the group.

He parted the group stopping all conversation and made eye contact with Declan. 

“Now, whos this?” Jake asked walking towards the boy. 

“Oh, daddy this is Declan. My boyfriend.” Astrid smiled introducing him. 

“Boyfriend already?” Jake turned to Bradley. 

“I thought we had more time.”

“Thats exactly what I was thinking, I was not ready.” Bradley clapped jake on the shoulder. 

“I am 16. I am more than ready. You should be too” Astrid rolled her eyes at the two men. 

“As long as you’re not ready for other things.” Bradley raised an eyebrow at the girl while Jake gave Declan a death glare. 

Astrid’s cheeks turned bright red. 

“Dad, Daddy, you’re embarassing me!” She was mortified at their behavior. 

“We just wanna make sure this boy is not gonna pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with.” Jake explained. 

“I would never sirs!” Declan interjected. 

“I can vouch for him Hangman, hes a good kid.” Bradley responded. 

“I’m going inside, this is mortifying.” Astrid ran into the house. 

“Do you need me to-?” Decaln started to follow behind her before being stopped by Jake. 

“She’ll be fine son, you stay right here.”

“ Rooster might’ve vouched for you but I’m still gonna take a peek under your hood. Make my own conclusion.” Jake led Declan to the outdoor seating beside the deck stairs. 

“So Declan right? You got a last name?” Jake asked as they both sat down.

“Belmont sir.” 

“Belmont? As in Vice Admiral Richard Belmont?” He inquired. 

“Yes sir, he’s my father.” 

“I know your dad, he works right under me, good man, dedicated to the work, dedicated to his country.”

“He works under you?” 

The pieces finally connected in Declan’s brain. Astrid Seresin. Seresin. Commander of the Pacific Fleet, Admiral Jacob Seresin. 

How did not put that together before? 

Declan stood up abruptly, assuming a salute stance. 

“I’m sorry to be disrespectful sir, I did not know you were THE Admiral Seresin.” 

“My father taught me better than that.”

“At ease son, no need for all of that.” Admiral Seresin chuckled

Declan dropped the salute but still remained standing in stance. 

“Did Astrid not tell you?”

“No sir, we did not speak too much about our families.” 

“Well if you’re really afraid of being disrespectful, kid, you gotta know that all of these people are decorated officers.” 

“Them right there are Captains Avalone, Lennox, Lee, and Bassett.” He said pointing to the men and woman that Astrid introduced as Uncles Billy, Brig, Logan, and Auntie Callie.

“Maverick was also captain before he retired.”

“Over there are Rear Admirals Floyd, Garcia, Finch, and Machado.” 

Uncle Bob, Uncle Mickey, Uncle Reuben and Uncle Javy. 

“Finally, Old Rooster and Phoenix over there. Vice Admiral Trace, and Admiral Bradshaw.”

“Holy Shit.” Declan gulped. 

“So you better treat our Astrid right, if you’re smart you can forsee how people with our experience can ruin your life, in more ways than one.” Admiral Seresin warned. 

“Understood sir.”

Declan shifted in his spot, desperate to change the subject from the possible harm that would befall him if he ever made the mistake of hurting his girlfriend. 

“So my father works under you, sir? Last I spoke to him he was stationed to the Pacific.”

“Yes, that’s where I just returned from. Your dad is still out there though.” 

“Yeah I figured, I reckon he would’ve called by now.” Declan tried to hide his disappointment. 

Jake read him easily however. He quickly remembered his absence from his daughter’s life earlier in her childhood. Immediately feeling sorry for the boy, he motioned for him to sit once again

“I get it, it's hard, I wasn’t around much for Astrid’s childhood, I was too focused on getting to.. Well here.” 

“Was it worth it sir?” 

“Not sure I can answer that, I missed a lot, but I was lucky enough to have someone who understood my ambitions.” 

“I don’t know how y’all did it sir, especially since you being the Commander of the Pacific fleet and Atty’s other dad also being an Admiral.” 

“And especially with the stigma you two had to face with the Navy.” 

“It was a little weird and difficult at first. But Astrid made it worth it. And Bradshaw has been a big help.”

“Well you two raised an amazing daughter. How long have you been together?” Declan inquired, knowing about the rampant homophobia that still unfortunately plagued the military branch. 

But seeing how well respected and high in rank the two men were he knew that couldn’t have been easy, but now they’re both in positions where no one would dare to criticize them.

“How long have we..? Wait. Do you think me and Bradshaw are..” Admiral Seresin broke out into boisterous laughter.

“Hey Rooster! Get over here!” Declan looked at the older man in confusion as the second Admiral made his way to the duo. 

“What’s up Bagman?” Rooster responded as he halted his jog. 

“Come and give me some sugar.” Jake chuckled as he brought Bradley into a tight embrace planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

Declan felt his face heat up at the PDA presented in front of him by his girlfriend’s fathers.

Bradley stumbled back after Jake released his hold, a look of amusement on his face. 

Hangman threw an arm around the other aviator. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but not sure how my wife is gonna feel about you planting one on me Bagman,” 

Rooster laughed.

Wife? Now Declan was even more confused than before. Astrid’s dad has a wife and is also with her other dad? Is the wife okay with this? Is the wife also with Commander Seresin?

Declan felt a migraine coming on from the heavy wheels spinning in his mind trying to piece together his girlfriend’s interesting family dynamic. 

“Nicholas Bradshaw! If you don’t stop running right now, you’re not getting any Ice cream!” 

Declan’s thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a woman that looked like a more mature, not necessarily older version of his girlfriend making her way down the deck, running after a little boy that looked like a miniature version of Admiral Bradshaw.

Is this the wife? She was very beautiful.  Admiral Bradshaw is a lucky man. 

Declan had so many questions. The boy he gathered was Astrid’s little brother. And then the woman , possibly her mom??? Declan just became more confused with every passing minute.

Both Admirals stared at the woman in adoration as she chased after the boy.

“But Momma, Uncle Jakey is here!” The boy ran into Admiral Seresin’s arms who picked him up with a chuckle. 

“No love for your dad buddy?” Rooster feigned hurt. 

“Uncle Jakey. Toy please.” 

“Ouch! Little man, and here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Jake answered also feigning hurt.

“Sweets! Come and meet Pixie’s boyfriend.”

“Sorry for messing with you Dec, you just made it too easy.” 

“Now who’s this?” The woman approached their chattering.

She had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. She was dressed in a sundress that almost mimicked the one his girlfriend was wearing except in an emerald color. 

“Declan, Ma’am nice to meet you.” Declan nervously held out hand to the woman who shook it gently.

“I’m Astrid’s mom, y/n. And you must be the boyfriend we’ve hardly heard anything about.”

That one annoying song that his sister used to sing non-stop, Stacy’s Mom he thinks it’s called, never made more sense to him than at that moment.

Don’t get him wrong, Declan loved Astrid, more than anything. But in some kind of alternate universe where they weren’t together and he didn’t know her and her entire family. He would proudly declare her a MILF, but at risk of pissing off his girlfriend, her grandpa, godmother, her large array of uncles and aunts, and her dads who also happened to be top ranking navy officers, he would never admit it to another soul.

“So where have you been hiding?” Astrid’s mom asked jokingly.

“Mom! Dad! Daddy!” Astrid shouted as she exited the house and jogged down to the outdoor furniture.

Astrid slid into the gap between Declan’s arm and torso, laying a hand on his chest.

“Stop giving him the third degree.” She glared at her parents. 

“Hey! I was just introducing myself to Declan here since you refused to give your poor mother anything.” Her mom pouted while poking Astrid on the tip of her nose. 

Astrid stuck a tongue out at the older woman.

“Yeah okay mom, stop acting like you didn’t grill me about Dec last night.” Pointing a finger at y/n.

“It’s not cute, mother.” 

“Your mother happens to be very cute.” Bradley wrapped an arm around the older woman planting a kiss on her forehead. 

Jake nodded in quiet agreement, but Declan noticed a glimpse of sadness behind his eyes. He wonders what’s that about.

“Ewww Mom and Dad, can you please not do that in front me and Dec.” Astrid exclaimed, further burying her face into the crook of Declan’s neck. 

“How come you two can have PDA and me and your dad can’t?” Her mom responded. 

“Because you’re old.” 

“Don’t listen to her Sweets, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Jake chuckled. 

“Atty!” A small voice originating from lower ground whined. 

“Oh her buddy!” Astrid kneeled down to her little brother’s height. 

“Did you have a good practice?” She asked grabbing Nick’s little body into her lap tickling his neck and making him laugh hysterically. 

“I want kiss!.” He shouted through his giggles.

“Anything for you Goosey!” Astrid covered her little brother’s face in kisses. 

“Momma too!” 

“Oh of course my little goose.” Y/n laughed as she kneeled down to the same level as her children. 

“What a lucky little dude.” Bradley smiled. 

The two other men chuckled watching the love fest before them. 

“Not to interrupt your little family time but since you were distracted Bradley, I took it upon myself to cook the steaks PROPERLY.” Maverick shouted across the backyard. 

“Come and get your steaks!” 

“Oh sweet, steak grandpa mav style is my favorite.” Astrid exclaimed picking up her little brother and making her way to the grill, Declan close in tow. 

“Yay steak!” Nick cheered

“Is it ‘Hurt Dad’s feelings day’, Little Chick?” Bradley groaned as he followed the rest of the group to the food. 

Jake hung back watching the sight before him. His daughter, so grown up, so beautiful, smart, and headstrong. Just like her mother. 

Jake thought back to Declan’s earlier question. Was it all worth it? Those 4 years where y/n and Astrid away was some of the loneliest of his life. He honestly took that time to take every deployment, work every detachment, and because Y/n needed time to think, he for that time being never felt guilty for his ambition.

.Y/n could never be malicious enough to keep him away from his daughter. She gave him every opportunity to be involved.  Of course, he visited his daughter as often as he could. But it definitely was not often enough. His work was all he had, he thought, so he threw himself into it completely. Up to the point where he finally surpassed Rooster. 

When those four years were up it was clear where his priorities lied, and in a way he understood what Y/N said before. He was selfish for making her take a back seat to it for so long, when she and their daughter deserved so much more than that. 

It honestly didn’t surprise him when Y/N chose Bradshaw in the end, he was there for Y/N and for Astrid when he couldn’t. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. He definitely had some dark years after that. Years where he would go months into his work, not bothering to keep in touch with his ex-wife and daughter. 

No one heard from his for an entire year after he caught wind of their wedding and Bradshaw legally adopting his daughter. 

All he had was his career, his ambitions, it was the only thing keeping him going. He thought that’s all he needed. It should have been enough. His lifelong longing should it been quenched when he was promoted to Admiral, a full 4 years before Bradshaw. He finally won. 

But did he really? 

He threw himself into a drunken stupor at the Hard Deck, ‘happily’ celebrating his promotion. Alone. Completely Alone. 

But Y/N, sweet and strong Y/N, walked into the bar. And dragged him to his feet pulling him to his senses. 

“I gave you space all these years Jake because I thought it was what you needed. I know the news about me and Bradley was not going to bve easy for you so I stayed away, I didn’t want you to think we were rubbing it in your face. I didn’t say anything when you went years making Astrid feel like she didn’t have a father, Bradley stepped in because that is the type of man he is and he loves her. But that deosn’t change the fact that you’re her father, she still looks for you every birthday, checks the news to make sure nothing bad has happened to you, still tears up whenever she sees or hears Pixie Sticks. We may have not worked out Jake, but that doesn’t mean you abandon her.” Jake hadn’t seen so much pain in your eyes since that final night before you left. 

“She doesn’t want to see me. You left me.”

“Exactly. I left you Jake. Your daughter didn’t.” 

“ And all she wants now is you to show up and apologize for the years you missed and eat the cake she baked for you for your promotion, instead of sitting here wasting away alone”

“She baked me a cake?” Jake asked his eyes filled with tears and hope for the first time in over 7 years. 

“Yeah she did. Even wrote “Congrats Daddy” on it with light green frosting to match your eyes.”

You nodded. 

“Okay, take me to see Pixie.” He smiled. 

That was 5 odd or so years ago. It took a lot of work but through endless groveling, apologies, and carefully curated gifts. Rooster finally forgave him. 

Just kidding, Astrid forgave him. Of course she says that there was no forgiving needed to be done in the first place, the young girl knew that her dad had things to work out on his own before he was ready to come home to her. But Hangman knew better and he made sure to make up for the 7 years of missed birthdays, holidays, and just regular Daddy-Daughter time, and as an admiral he had more leeway to pick his schedule and deployments. 

Things with Rooster also got better, despite his years of resentment towards the man, he definitely appreciated the care that he gave you and your daughter in his absence (even if he didn’t appreciate the way it begun). After a couple years of awkwardness where the two men couldn’t be left alone in a room together, they found a mutual respect and admiration for both of their work and dedication to the Navy. 

The two were definitely more alike than they realized, it just took an intense rivalry, a couple of punches thrown, a few black eyes, a pair of bruised jaws, a divorce, a wedding and adoption, and a couple of years of close proximity to unlock.

From there bloomed a friendship that can’t be described by anything other than a total “bromance”.

As he stood in the yard contemplating his journey to that moment, he was pulled out of his thoughts by your hand caressing his cheek. 

“How you doing Zuko?” You smiled at him with bright eyes. 

“I’m doing good Sweets.” 

“Just thinking about how fast time has passed.” He explained.

“It has been a wild ride hasn’t it?” You responded, dropping your hand, placing it back to your side. 

Jake felt cold from the removal of your hand, his body still searching for your warth even after all these years. He tried to hide his disappointment from his face but you knew him better than that. 

“You know I will always love you, right Jake?” You smiled at him sympathetically. 

“We’ve been through so much together, and even though it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine, I will be eternally grateful to you.” 

“You gave me her.” Your eyes twinkled looking at Astrid. 

“And you know I will never get over you right?” Jake responded, his voice thick with melancholy. 

“Maybe…” You began.

“But I hope someday you will. Our love, our connection was so filled with fight and fire, and I loved it… I loved you. But after all of that, we were just left with ashes.” You looked at him, your smile bittersweet. 

“You taught me how to love Jake, and loving you, prepared me to love him.” You gestured to Bradshaw. 

“To love them.” 

You looked lovingly at your family, your friends, your husband, your children. 

“Promise me Jake, that when the time comes. You will take that love, the love you had for me, the love we shared, and you will use it to love someone who deserves it.”

“Because you deserve someone amazing, someone who will love better than I ever did.” 

You walked backwards towards the others, flashing him that same smile that started all of this, before turning around and walking away. 

“Okay.” He smiled to himself, joining the rest of the party. 

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[tinywitchgoblin]

hi, if you're still doing them I'd love a ship with one of the bad batch please! SFW and NSFW would be great but no worries if its just SFW :)

I'm 19, AFAB using all pronouns, Leo and INFP personality. I'm 5'4, pretty curvy, I have dyed dark purple/blue hair and a decent few piercings and tattoos (my favourite are my snakebite lip piercings).

I'm currently at university studying philosophy, so I really enjoy having deep debates with people. I'm also really interested in history, and will ramble about it to anyone who will listen. I enjoy anything in the fantasy or horror genre too :) My hobbies are reading and all sorts of crafts (crochet, knitting, cross stitch etc) - I end up gifting random things i make to all my friends

I'm generally a pretty quiet person around people I don't know super well, but when I'm comfortable I have bursts of energy where I won't stop talking. I'm sarcastic and a little nihilistic sometimes but I try to be empathetic and considerate, and my friends say I'm pretty funny too. I have ADHD so I do fidget constantly and struggle to focus sometimes, but I also hyperfixate very heavily on things I'm interested in. My love languages are physical touch and quality time :)

sorry if this was way too much lol! thank you so much <33

When I tell you I was So Excited... you're my first NSFW ship request! Eek!!

MINORS DNI THIS IS TOO SPICY FOR YOU

I ship you with...

Crosshair!

As a sniper, Crosshair is naturally a very patient person. So when you go onto a rant about something history-related, he'll sit there and listen patiently, asking questions here and there but mostly willing to be a listening ear for you to infodump to. For your birthday, he buys you a book about one of your favorite historical time periods, and he's secretly really excited when he sees your positive reaction.

Crosshair absolutely LOVES horror movies, and doesn't get to watch them very often because his brothers HATE them, especially poor Wrecker. A favorite date night is staying in, ordering space doordash, and watching a horror movie. Crosshair especially loves the Saw movies; he finds them interesting. Tech, however, is not allowed within 50 feet of a saw movie because he will not shut tf up about the specific mechanisms of all the traps and how various scenes would actually occur.

SMUT BELOW THE BELT CUT

I 100% believe that Crosshair is an ass guy. He loves to smack your ass regardless of whether or not it's in the bedroom. Therefore, his favorite position is doggy style, with constant access to your butt (plus, he can pull your hair; win-win). He also loves when you ride him; he'll just lay back, popping a toothpick between his lips and enjoying the view.

Something Crosshair also enjoys is cockwarming. Specifically, doing so while he's cleaning his rifle. They're his two favorite activities combined into one! He loves feeling your pussy squeeze around him, pulling him as far into you as he can go. Even though he's typically very patient (as stated above), it's times like this where he will eventually cave, placing his beloved rifle to the side and slamming into you until you're boneless and breathless; only then will he come. He's very particular about that. He wants to be absolutely 100% sure that you get as much pleasure as you want, because where he lacks with words, he more than makes up with his dick actions.

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it!

[yume-x-hanabi]

Currently watching: Miss Night and Day

I decided to review a few of the dramas I'm currently (re)watching, starting with a new find: Miss Night and Day

This one is currently airing (new ep every Sat.-Sun. on Netflix) and has just reached its halfway point, so I think it's a good time to write down my thoughts.

The basic plot

(Genres: Romcom, Mystery, Fantasy)

The main character, Lee Mi-Jin, is a 28-year-old who keeps trying and failing to get a job as a public servant, and even falls for a scam out of her desperation to find a proper job. One day, she helps a magical (?) cat, who grants her a blessing/curse (depending on how you see it lol) as a result: during the day, her appearance ages to what she would look like in her 50's, while she comes back to her young self during the night. Cue her scrambling to juggle those two identities while keeping it hidden from everyone.

Ironically, she manages to find a job quite easily as her old self through a senior employment program, and through hijinks ends up as secretary to prosecutor Gye Ji-Ung, whom she met as her young self when she got scammed, then later as a witness to a murder case.

Impressions so far

Story: One thing you need to know about me is that I'm a sucker for crime/mystery/legal dramas, especially when there's an interesting twist in the setting. So right off the bat this one's premise drew me in. I also tend to not really enjoy romance/romcom dramas on their own, but sprinkle in some crime/mystery, plus some supernatural element on top, and I'm innnnn.

So far it's delivered on both fronts. The serious underlying investigation plotline is less prominent than the comedy hijinks, but that's good for where we're at, I like the balance between the two. There's a lot of subplots going on, and they keep things moving and interesting; it's worked well in terms of pacing. There's one plotline I would have preferred done a bit differently, but I'm reserving judgment on that until I've seen where it leads. Otherwise I've enjoyed the way it's going.

Characters:

Main girl: She's a very fun lead. She's generally a peppy heroine, but she's also a woman nearing her 30's whose life has not turned out how she wanted, so she's also got that Tired Adult™️ vibe that's quite relatable. She may not be the smartest (she sometimes has a tendency to rush in without thinking at first), but she's also perceptive and resourceful, so while she does need saving from time to time, she also often can find a way to get out of some situations she put herself in (often when it pertains to keeping her identity switch secret lol). Both actresses are doing a great job with the role--you really feel they're playing the same character, so much that you sometimes almost forget they're two different people.

Main guy: I'm really, really loving this take on the "stoic/assholish male lead (who will be softened by the love interest)" archetype. Yes, he is a stoic workaholic and a bit of a jerk... when he's at work. But in his day to day life, he's quite openly sweet and empathetic. And I really like that this is the side that Mi-Jin got to see first. So it's not really that he has a hidden soft side that she needs to discover, but more that she gets confused by the contrast with his work persona. She eventually calls him out on his bad attitude toward her (old self) in the office, and he improves on that front too. (Honestly tho apart from his scheme to get her to quit being his secretary at the beginning, I don't think what earns him his reputation as a jerk in the office is even that bad? he's just mostly blunt and doesn't tolerate slackers; like in a lot of cases it's warranted imo). Anyway I really like his character, and there's a lot of little scenes I absolutely adore (and definitely makes me ship them :p) Only thing I find weird is that he hasn't taken note of the similarities between young Mi-Jin and her old self (for example, her bright pink backpack she takes everywhere should be a giveaway; also the fact she tends to pop up in the same places he last saw her old version at lol). Dude is supposed to be a smart prosecutor, I'm surprised his observation skills are failing him there (especially since there's been a few close calls).

Second male lead: I'm gonna be honest, I don't care much for him. He's obviously gonna be important considering the recent plot development, and I guess I'm glad Mi-jin has someone at work who knows her secret and wants to help her, but I still don't have much of an opinion of him. He's just there lol. I do hope they're not going to drag in an unrequited love subplot or something like that.

Supporting cast: I initially found Mi-Jin's overbearing parents annoying, but it's clear they love her and want the best for her, so they've become quite endearing. I absolutely love her best friend (she's a beauty youtuber lmao), she's so cute and such a sweetheart. Other supporting characters are okay so far; potential suspect is creepy enough, tho he's so obvious I'm wondering whether he's a red herring. We'll see I guess...

Music/Directing/etc: The music's appropriate to the scenes, which is what matters most, but nothing particularly stands out aside from the main theme. The directing is good, again nothing particularly stands out imo (maybe a small negative point is a bit too much repetition at times), but nothing bad either.

All in all, it's a pretty fun show and I'm quite enjoying it so far. Waiting for new episodes is hard lol

[k0fii]

Kim Dokja has this reoccurring fear of being forgotten. It's brought up in multiple arcs, from the 73rd Demon Realm/Revolutionary Arc to the Glorious Return Scenario to Kaizenix..It's always been a present - not exactly subtle fear that's often brushed off by his unreliable narration. In the Epilogue, this fear is realized by both 51! Kim Dokja and 49! Kim Dokja in different ways.

This fear is a natural one, but it also stems from Kim Dokja's identity as a reader and his tendency to distance himself from other people as an 'outsider' of the story (which physically manifests in the Fourth Wall).

The 73rd Demon Realm conversation between Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja is one of the more direct mentions of this fear. After Yoo Joonghyuk updates Kim Dokja on the lives of their companions while he was in the Demon Realm, Kim Dokja says this;

'As I listened, I felt somewhat sweet, sad and nostalgic.

"Everybody is busy living."

I felt a strange loneliness at the end of the story. I see. Everyone was living well.

[The exclusive skill 'Fourth Wall' is shaking.]

I realized that I was an 'outsider' of this story.'

In Reading Again, Kim Dokja says a similar line in regards to his loneliness at the end of Yoo Joonghyuk's story;

'The protagonist and supporting characters walked off with the sentence 'They lived happily ever after' and I was left alone at the end of the story.'

Although a story needs a reader, it will eventually end and leave its reader behind that full stop. Its characters will continue on living past that full stop, but for the reader, it will simply end there. In a similar sense, Kim Dokja's companions continued living on when his story as Incarnation Kim Dokja ended.

In both instances, Kim Dokja, the reader, is left alone. In both instances, his absence doesn't matter. They would continue living on without him.

'Without me, people were still continuing the scenarios. Just like Yoo Joonghyuk repeated the regressions. The 4th, 5th, 6th rounds… it led to an endless story where I could be easily forgotten. Meanwhile, people would move towards the ending. It was natural. It might be natural but I felt pained at the reminder.'

In the end, it's painful and it's lonely. Being forgotten like that is only natural as an outsider of the story - as someone who loves that story with every fiber of their being but could never truly be part of it. A wall separates the reader and the characters, and it isn't easily breached.

Still,

'Then I heard Yoo Joonghyuk's voice. "In addition, everyone is telling your story."

I slowly raised my head at the words. Yoo Joonghyuk's face was still expressionless. "They say it a lot. Your story."'

Even if they could've continued living on without him, they wanted him back.

'"Let's go back to Earth, Kim Dokja."'

And they tell him this.

The next time a similar situation to the 73rd Demon Realm where Kim Dokja is away from his companions or separated from them for a lengthy period of time happens is during the 1863 arc where Kim Dokja was gone for 3 years.

Kim Dokja returns as a disaster and can't communicate with his companions anymore. In this time, his companions would have grown and changed in ways he wouldn't know. He changed as well. Still, he hoped they would recognize him even with the scenario and all of its changes. (Quietly, he hoped they didn't forget him.)

'Maybe I had hope. The others were different but they would definitely recognize me. Perhaps I wanted to believe that.'

They don't, however. It's still a bit painful, a bit lonesome.

'Somehow my hair looked like tentacles to the other side. They didn't know it was me but I couldn't help feeling sad.'

It's not their fault. They ended up recognizing him - they've never forgotten. Most people don't intend to forget, afterall.

The next time, his fear does come true. He was 50 years too late this time and no one remembered him.

His loneliness, his sadness, his pain, and hope all swirl in his chest as he tries to make them remember.

'I was holding onto a certain expectation, a hope.

"I asked you if you have any last words."

If it was her, wouldn't she be able to remember me?'

Wasn't there anyone who remembered who he was?

Wasn't there anyone that cared not to leave him behind?

And then,

'"I've come to save my dongsaeng."

I was greeted by this overflowing sense of happiness.

..

There was someone who'd never change even if the worldview or scenarios around him did. Indeed, there would ever be only one such person even if you searched through this entire world-line.'

There was someone who wouldn't forget about him.

'But, I closed my lips just as they opened up half-way. I wasn't sure why, though.

My companions so far had forgotten about me. I was sure it'd be the same story for that dude, too. In a way, it might be the best thing for him, I thought.'

But, did he even deserve to be remembered? All this time, he had been afraid of being forgotten - of being left behind at the end of the story and so he continued reading. Now as the sole reader of that story, he was partially to blame for this man's suffering and yet he dared to hope that he would remember him?

Kim Dokja sinks into his guilt.

Yoo Joonghyuk glares at him.

'– You fool. You must be Kim Dokja.'

And he doesn't forget.

..

Kim Dokja reaches his ■■.

He splits himself in two - 51% and 49%.

One had to stay behind on the train and continue as a reader - as an outsider.

The other becomes the character, becomes the one who lives past the full stop.

No one would know about the existence of 51! Kim Dokja, and 49! Kim Dokja would get to live out happily ever after with his companions.

"But, I can still see them, right?"

Just like how it used to be, a really long time ago. And so, this story would continue on in that manner.

"…That's enough for me right now."

I stared at the back of the subway disappearing into the darkness. Now, the figures of my companions couldn't be seen all that well.

⸢And everyone lived happily ever after.⸥

I always hated that phrase. However, the current me dearly wished for that phrase to become true.'

And so, 51! Kim Dokja faces his longest held fear.

But. The story didn't stop. It continued on past that full stop.

They remembered him, who stayed behind on that train.

They could've continued on living without that part of him - but they wanted him back regardless.

They regress as a group. They aim to cross the Final Wall that had always separated them from the reader.

As they face it, another Kim Dokja confronts his long held fear.

49! Kim Dokja.

The fear that what's beyond this wall would confirm everything - that he wasn't the 'real' Kim Dokja, that he was simply a fake.

The truth hurts even more. Ah, he was truly Kim Dokja. He was 49% of him, afterall. But he wasn't the Kim Dokja this world wanted.

In the end, they both shared that same fear of being forgotten.

His companions push against that full stop to reach him.

At the same time, they leave him behind.

In the end, they lose both of them.

The Fourth Wall calls them greedy, maybe they were.

2 years pass by. They try to live on. They learn to live on through the story of another. Fragments gather together to make one - the parts one person couldn't recognized were remembered by others.

And now, there are no parts of him that are forgotten.

[smallpups-blog]

Cryptic Critters of Canada

What does the great white North have to offer regarding terrifying animals with dubious existence? Perhaps a humanoid beaver man? Lets find out :-)

Welcome back y’all, I have another cryptid list for you. This time we are taking a gander at some of Canada’s creepy cryptids! Canada has a variety of cryptic critters, ranging from lurking lake monsters to scary giant wolves. I’ve also added some doodles to the entries, like the last time. I hope you enjoy!

If you don't wanna read, this post is in video form here!

Ogopogo - Okanagan Lake, British Columbia

Ogopogo is Canada’s most well-known cryptid! I remember reading about him at several of my childhood book fairs! He’s a 40 to 50-foot-long serpentine monster that lives in Lake Okanagan, British Columbia. His green body is said to be thicker than a telephone pole, and we cannot forget the trademark horns on top of his head.

Ogopogo has deep ties to local Native mythology! He’s more of a folkloric mythical creature than a cryptid. To the Secwepemc (suh-Wep-muhc) and Syilx (see-yeel-x) natives of BC, Ogopogo is known as Nx̌ax̌aitkʷ (n-ha-ha-it-koo) or Naitaka. Naitaka could translate to both “water demon” or “water god”. He can be found in petroglyphs and various other forms of Native art. It is believed that Naitaka required a live sacrifice if the people wanted to safely cross the lake, so the First Nations people would sacrifice small animals. However, there was one man in particular who did not believe in Naitaka, chief Timbasket. He refused to sacrifice anything and even denied Naitaka’s existence. When he and his family got into the water, Naitaka created a whirlpool with his long tail and sucked the entire canoe and its occupants deep into the lake. Some believe this story to be a misunderstanding between the Indigenous people and the white people. When the settlers saw the natives give offerings to Lake Okanagan, they thought it was to appease the monster, but the Aboriginals were actually thanking Naitaka for providing them with food and water.

One of the oldest known sightings of Ogopogo was in 1873, sighted by BC pioneer Susan Allison at her home in West Kelowna. She was waiting for her husband to return from Okanagan Mission when she reported seeing a “snake-like creature” in the water of Lake Okanagan. Susan was familiar with the First Nations legend of Naitaka and feared the worst for her husband, but he eventually returned home. While her husband did not believe her story, a local mining superintendent, Thomas Smitheran, reported that he too had seen the monster that very day.

Altogether, Ogopogo has had over 200 sightings, which is a lot for a cryptid. Can such sightings point towards this myth being real? Is Ogopogo lurking in the depths of Lake Okanagan? Is he a prehistoric dinosaur that remains alive in the safety of the water or are these sightings simply misidentifications? Is he a real water serpent, or just a stray otter? Let me know what you think! This cryptid has a lot of history, so there's a good chance I might go into more detail in the future. Check this out; at the bottom of Lake Okanagan rests this sculpture.

Terrifying, isn’t it? Imagine wandering across this by chance! This Ogopogo statue is about 30 feet below the surface and is 8 feet tall and 14 feet long. It was installed in the early 1990s by Doug Lundgren and his team at Diving Dynamics, a local commercial diving company in Kelowna.

Old Yellow Top - Cobalt, Ontario

Old Yellow Top is a hairy humanoid aka Bigfoot sighted around Cobalt, Timiskaming District, in Ontario. The sightings spanned over 64 years, from 1906 to 1970. Mr. Yellow Top is approximately 7 feet tall and boasts a unique feature amongst sasquatches- he’s a blonde! From the shoulders up, his fur is a pale blonde that looks particularly striking in this one photo. He’s known as a “marked hominid”, which is a term created by (cryptozoologist) Loren Coleman in 1999 to describe any hairy biped creature with two-tone colouration. Another example being the “Mecheny” from Russia, who has a white marked forearm.

Old Yellow Top’s first appearance in September 1906 was at the Violet Mine. A group of workers who were there to build the framework of the mine sighted Old Yellow Top several different times. He popped up all over the work site. The men reported that the humanoid was curious and watching them from a safe distance.

In April 1947 he was back again. This time a woman and her young son were walking along the railroad tracks into Cobalt. The mother was wary of black bears as it was early spring and cub season. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a dark figure, but was shocked to see a man-like beast covered in brown fur with a “light head”. Old Yellow Top paid the two no mind and wandered off into the woods near Lake Gillies.

He was seen for the last time on August 4th, 1970. A group of 27 miners and 1 driver were driving down the rocky road to the Cobalt Lode Mine when Old Yellow Top crossed the road in front of their bus. The driver slammed on the brakes before losing control and going off the road. The bus just barely stopped before a dangerously steep cliff drop that would’ve been fatal. The driver described the figure the same as the witnesses before. Dark fur with light fur above the shoulders. At this point, Yellow Top would’ve been over 60 years old!

There haven't been any sightings of Old Yellow Top since the bus incident. Some believe he might have passed away due to his old age, but who knows the lifespan of a sasquatch? He would be a senior at least, for sure… I hope he's happy, he looks like a chill dude.

Ponik - Lake Pohenegamook, Quebec

Here’s another lake monster! This one’s name is Ponik, and he resides in Lake Pohenegamook, Quebec. His body is known to resemble an overturned canoe with ridges down its back and onto its tail. Some people say Ponik has 2 humps, some say 3, others report no humps! Descriptions vary. Ponik has the classic long neck and horse-shaped head look. He has short little legs with flippers for feet, and his body colour is usually described as black or brown. Ponik is estimated to be 30 to 60 feet long.

Ponik was first sighted around 1873, but details are scarce. Louis Berube, a lumberjack at the time, claimed to have seen something “huge” that might be a fish. Very convincing. Local man Benoit Levasseur also claims to have seen Ponik shortly after Louis. He says he saw a monster in the lake that was more than 25 feet long! It bobbed its head in the water before diving away. 

In 1957, local priest Father Leopold Plante was fishing at Lake Pohenegamook when he sighted something black with 2 humps in the water. As he reeled in his line, the unknown figure dove away into the depths. 

Mayor of Pohenegamook Guy Leblanc reported a possible Ponik sighting from 1990. He was out on the lake with his friends in his boat when they encountered an aquatic beast. “We saw a big big fish beside my boat. He was swimming. And he was very nice. He swam about ten seconds for us and that was incredible.” said Leblanc. While Leblanc personally believes he saw a giant sturgeon, others think otherwise! Sightings began to surge after this. 

Father Calixte Berube reported sighting what he believed to be Ponik sometime in the 2000s. Along with 15 other people, Father Berube observed the monster around 4 in the afternoon. “We saw the back with the dorsal fin. It frolicked like a fish and shimmered in the sun. It disappeared and reappeared further along; one moment it began to turn around and around as if it were amusing itself. There wasn't time to take photographs. People stopped on the road to watch." Sir, I think 1 photo of this magical moment would have been ok…This encounter must’ve taken several minutes!

Partridge Creek Monster - Partridge Creek, Yukon

The Partridge Creek Monster is a modern theropod dinosaur sighted in Partridge Creek, Yukon. It’s closest appearance-wise to a Ceratosaurus. It was first reported in a newspaper story by Georges Dupuy in 1908, which describes the creature as a bipedal black dinosaur with thick, bristle-y fur, 50 ft long from snout to tail, 30-40 tons, and with a large horn on its nose. A furry dino? Maybe feathered hmm? 

Georges Dupuy’s 1908 report in The Strand Magazine covered two different encounters with the Partridge Creek Monster. The first being in 1903. Two men, James Lewis Buttler and Yukon local Tom Leemore were out in the cold wilderness of the arctic hunting for moose. While tracking three moose, the prey suddenly startled and absconded. The men investigated and came across huge clawed tracks and drag marks in the snow. The drag marks being the beast’s tail dragging behind it. These pawprints were at least 5 ft long and 2.5 ft wide, the claws being a full foot each. They followed these tracks, but they eventually disappeared into a rocky gorge. Buttler and Leemore later met up with Georges Dupuy, Father Pierre Lavagneux, and 5 unnamed Indigenous people from the Klayakuk tribe. The group of men decided to search for the monster. Initially, they were unsuccessful, but later the group encountered the dinosaur near their campsite. The men were spooked by a horrifying roar. “The beast for which we had been looking—a black, gigantic form, the corners of his mouth filled with blood-stained slime, his jaws munching something, I know not what—was slowly and heavily climbing the opposite side of the ravine, making the large boulders roll into the valley as he went!” Apparently, they observed the dino for 10 whole minutes, so they got a great look. "A Ceratosaurus. It is the Ceratosaurus of the Arctic Circle". Said Father Lavagneux as they watched in awe and terror. 

The second encounter was on Christmas Eve 1907. Father Lavagneux along with 10 (once again) unnamed Indigenous natives claim to have seen the Partridge Creek Monster. This time, the dinosaur had a dead caribou in its maw, and the Father watched the beast crush ice as it crossed a river, then walked off into the wild with its dinner. 

Unfortunately, there are some issues with this frightening story. We now know that theropods did not drag their tails behind them, their tail naturally lay at a horizontal angle. Another problem is that Ceratosaurus was smaller than this monster. The largest known species of Ceratosaurus was roughly only 23 ft long. But you never know! The world of dinosaurs is forever evolving as we discover more! 

The Monster of Partridge Creek story was originally published as a true story, but these days it’s usually regarded as fictional. What do you believe? Is Georges Dupuy’s story a hoax? Or did he really see a living dinosaur in the Arctic Circle? Do modern dinos exist? 

Toronto Tunnel Monster (Memegweshi) - Toronto, Ontario

Did you know that deep beneath Toronto lies an abundance of rivers and creeks that have been built over and into the city’s sewer system? Now you do. Another fun fact is that the Algonquian tribes of Canada have records of a mysterious ape-like creature living near these waterways. It’s known as the “Memegweshi” to them, but it's also known as the “Toronto Tunnel Monster”, or the “Cabbagetown Tunnel Monster”.

In Native legends, Memegweshi are small furry cryptids similar to monkeys. They are water spirits that dwell in and aside rivers and streams, we are specifically talking about the ones that used to or still do live around what is now the neighbourhood of Cabbagetown, Toronto. Memegweshi are benign critters unless disrespected- then they would cause trouble by stealing from humans and interrupting their daily lives. Some Natives were even friendly with the Memegweshi and gave them gifts, such as tobacco.

So, after an entire city was built on top of them, what happened to the Memegweshi?

Well, in August, 1978, the more modern named “Toronto Tunnel Monster” was sighted for the first and only time. A kind man simply known as Ernest, and his wife Barbara, were raising a litter of kittens when one of the babies disappeared. Ernest was searching for the kitten around his apartment building when he came across what he described as a cave. He crawled inside, where he said “I saw a living nightmare that I’ll never forget.” A monster described as the following; “The eyes were orange and red, slanted … it was long and thin, almost like a monkey … three feet long, large teeth, weighing maybe 30 pounds with slate gray fur.”. The monster hissed at Ernest; “Go away! Go away!” It can talk?? The Tunnel Monster ran off into the maze of sewers and Ernest too got out of there as fast as possible. Barbara backed up Ernest’s story, saying “He was terrified when he came back to the apartment and he doesn’t scare easily.”.

In March of 1979, Ernest returned to this very same cave with the Toronto Sun and they found the carcass of a cat. It is unclear if this cat was Ernest’s lost kitten. The Toronto Tunnel Monster’s physical description is very similar to a more well known cryptid, the chupacabra. They are both small, monkey-like animals with red eyes that seemingly eat animals. Another theory is that the Tunnel Monster is an alien. The most widely accepted theory is that this monster was simply a human. Perhaps a homeless man, or child, given its size. If it was a chupacabra, would it be able to talk? Same question for the alien. Let me know what you think.

Great White Wolf - Nahanni Valley, NWT

The Great White Wolf, sometimes conflated with the Waheela, is a large, bear-like wolf located in Alaska and the Northwest Territories, specifically Nahanni Valley. The White Wolf has a wide face, broad shoulders, spaced paws, and long white fur. Her front legs are longer than her hind legs, she has a thicker-than-proportionate tail and smaller ears. A beast of a puppy. She is a solitary creature, so luckily you won’t come across more than one giant wolf at a time :).

In Native Legends, the White Wolf is an evil spirit that decapitates its victims. In fact, the White Wolf is said to be the monster responsible for Nahanni Valley’s nickname, “Valley of the Headless Men". The Valley obtained this nickname after a string of mysterious deaths in the area, of which the bodies were missing their heads. Did the Great White Wolf do this?

During the 1940s or 1950s, mechanic Frank Graves reported his White Wolf encounter to cryptozoologist Ivan T. Sanderson.

“An enormous white thing that I at first thought must be a Polar bear sort of wandered out of the trees. It wasn’t a bear; it looked more like a gigantic dog. It stood straight up on rather long legs, more like a dog or a wolf. I had seen plenty of wolves and some of them are enormous enough up there, but this thing was twenty times the size of any wolf I had ever heard of. By a sort of reflex action I fired at it- and it was less than twenty paces away and only partly screened by little bushes. I hit it with two barrels of ball shot. It didn’t even jump, but turned away from me and just walked back into the forest. I reloaded and fired again, and I know I hit it in the rear, but it just kept on walking.”

Now I will let you know that in 2018, Graves revealed that he believed the animal to have been a Mackenzie timber wolf, a Canadian subspecies of grey wolf. But I don’t think a regular wolf would be able to simply walk off two shots from a double-barreled 12-gauge shotgun.

I am refraining from calling the White Wolf “Waheela” because as far as I can find, the Great White Wolf of Nahanni Valley is not Waheela. Waheela is a different giant white wolf sighted in Northern Michigan. It is possible these two cases could be the same species of gigantic wolf.

I want to believe this pretty pup, the Great White Wolf, would sense I am of good nature and bring me no harm 🙏 #builtdifferent

Canadian Fur Bearing Trout

Sometimes the fish get cold. The fur-bearing trout is a trout that has grown fur to regulate body temperature in freezing water. These fish are found in northern North America, specifically Canada, Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana. They were discovered in the 17th century by Scottish immigrants. One man wrote a letter to his family telling of a plentiful abundance of furred animals and fish. Supposedly, he even sent one back home.

According to “The Canadian "Hairy" Trout” by Takeshi Yamada”, the Canadian fur-bearing trout can be found in most waters in Canada, except for Prince Edward Island and Manitoba. Sad for them.

A trout with thick white fur was caught in Lake Superior off Gros Cap in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. Ross C. Jobe taxidermied the specimen and it was sold. The new owner presented the specimen to the Royal Museum of Scotland and it was revealed that this particular fur-bearing trout was a hoax. The white fur of a rabbit was reported as being "ingeniously" attached to the trout. It was revealed that Ross C. Jobe had previously seen a fur-bearing trout mount at a local lodge, and he made his own improved version. Jobe went on to sell these novelty “fur-bearing trout” with different stores such as the Hudson’s Bay Company.

Are fur-bearing trout a real rarity? Or are they all fishy frauds? They’re similar to jackalopes in a way. Widespread, they are taxidermied hoaxes and usually are classified as a “fearsome critter”. (Fearsome Critters are tall tale animals jokingly said to inhabit the wilderness in or around logging camps in North American lumberjack folklore.)

BONUS ENTRY not included in YT video VVV

Mishipeshu - Michipicoten Island, Lake Superior, Ontario

Mishipeshu is an underwater panther creature from Aboriginal legends of the Great Lakes region, specifically Lake Superior. Mishipeshu translates to “the great lynx”. It looks like a big cat and dragon/serpent hybrid. A scaly lynx. People usually depict Mishipeshu as a lynx or a cougar with horns of a deer or bison and a long fishy tail for exceptional swimming. It has both fur and scales. The Mishipeshu can have more features borrowed from different animals, but it really depends on which legend you’re reading. All the different Aboriginal tribes from Northeastern Canada have differing versions. Despite his name, Mishipeshu is generally known as a reptile, not a feline.

Okay okay, I admit that Mishipeshu isn’t really a cryptid, but a important cultural figure.

The Ojibwe (ow·jeeb·way) consider Mishipeshu to be the most important of the underwater beings. They say he can control all water animals and even the waves and whirlpools. He can bring stormy weather, and even break the ice in colder seasons. Mishipeshu is known for drowning people, but he doesn’t always bring bad news, as the Great Lynx has also provided humans with protection and medicine.

It is said that the Mishipeshu’s horns are made of copper and that he guards the copper in the region and on his home, Michipicoten Island. People view mining for copper in this area as highly forbidden, and if you were to take any copper from the Great Lakes or Michipicoten Island, it would be deemed as theft of Mishipeshu's copper.

Mishipeshu is known as a counterpart to the legendary Thunderbird. Mishipeshu is the master of the water while the Thunderbird is the master of the air, and the two are constantly engaged in eternal conflict. Water Panther VS ThunderBird gotta be one of the coolest matches of all time!

A Jesuit missionary named Claude Dablon told a story about four Ojibwa Indians who embarked on a trip to collect some copper from Mishipeshu’s home. They needed the copper to heat water. As soon as the men set off into Lake Superior on their canoe, the booming voice of Mishipeshu was heard, accusing the men of taking his children’s playthings. Mishipeshu killed three of the men and left the last one alive just long enough to tell others what had happened…

You made it to the end of the blog! I hope y’all enjoyed my video about my home country's cryptids and mythical creatures! To be honest, I wasn’t even aware of a couple of these fellows, so it was fun learning about them! Let me know your favourite cryptid of any country in the comments! Or if you know of any Canadian cryptids you’d add to my list! There are a lot more canuck cryptids, so expect to hear about them in the future! Goodbye~

[meglyfer]

I just saw some very upsetting shit and I gotta talk about it

(Vent) (Kinda long because I'm complaining about like three different things at once)

You guys don't get to talk about history of my country if you have absolutely no idea about it The dictatorship of 1976 was something led by POLITICAL IDIOLOGY, NOT RACE. BOTH THE SOLDIERS doing atrocities AND THE VICTIMS of said atrocities were white, black, morenos, any colour in between I'm forgetting, and it takes LESS THAN TEN MINUTES of Google search to know this. Not only you can check what were the reasons behind the coup, but also, if you look up for pictures of the victims, you'll see how a lot of them were WHITE (This is because the most affected province was Buenos Aires, province which also recieved the most amount of Europeans immigrants) Don't you ever again dare talk about Argentinian history without doing even the most minimal research about it. I don't want you to speak the name of my country when you have clearly NO IDEA what you're talking about

Also, while I'm at it, would you guys quit it with the "Argentina is a n4zi paradise" crap? We are literally the third country with the biggest Jewish population "bUt, BuT, wHaT aBoUt PeRóN fOrGiVinG n4zI sOlDiErS" PERÓN WAS JUST ONE MAN WHO DIED 50 YEARS AGO HE DOES NOT SPEAK FOR ALL OF US, AND EVEN IF HE DID, IT'S BEEN 52 YEARS SINCE HE'S BEEN PRESIDENT, I AM PRETTY SURE THE POPULATION WOULD HAVE CHANGED ITS MIND IN ALL THAT TIME "bUt PeOpLe vOtEd fOr HiM" AND SAID PEOPLE REALISED HE WAS A N4ZI AFTER HE BECAME PRESIDENT, DUMBASS

IF YOU GUYS WANNA HATE ON ARGENTINIANS SO BADLY, THEN EITHER FIND A GOOD REASON FOR IT, OR JUST DO IT, BUT DON'T MAKE UP SHITTY EXCUSES TO JUSTIFY YOUR HATE WHEN YOUR STUPID ARGUMENTS CAN BE DEBUNKED IN LESS THAN A MINUTE, AND THE ONLY THING YOU'RE DOING IS HURTING THE IMAGE OF US TO EVERYONE ELSE'S EYES I SURE AS HELL DON'T LIKE BEING CALLED A N4ZI FOR WHAT A MAN, THAT I DON'T EVEN AGREE WITH, AND DIED EVEN BEFORE MY MOM WAS BORN, DID SAID OR THINK IN HIS TIME ALIVE AND I DO NOT LIKE BEING CALLED RACIST FOR FALSE INFORMATION ABOUT ONE OF MOST PAINFUL CHAPTERS OF MY COUNTRY'S HISTORY EITHER

OH, OH, AND ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT IT NO, YOU STUPID FUCK, JUST BECUASE WE ARE WHITE DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE GRINGOS, OR EUROPEAN, OR ANY SHIT LIKE THAT. WE ARE STILL LATINOS DESPITE OUR SKIN TONE, BECAUSE, GUESS WHAT, YOUR SKIN TONE DOESN'T DEFINE WHETHER IF YOU ARE LATINO OR NOT I KNOW, SOMETHING COMPLETELY MINDBLOWING FOR YOUR INSIGNIFICANT BRAIN AMERICANS APPARENTLY HAVE I was born, raised and lived my whole life in Argentina, a lationamerican country. My parents, grandparents and grandgrandparents were too. We face the same struggles as other latinoamerican countries, like poverty, corruption, insecurity, and a million other things. We share part of out history and culture with them, while also having our own. Not to mention that we meet the most important requirement to be part of LATAM, which is the geografical location of the country I am so fucking tired of brain dead people saying that we Argentinians are not latinos because we are white. I am so sorry for not having the exact same skin tone that you expect from your stereotypical Mexican character in Hollywood movies who is there to make fun of Mexican people, but just because I don't match your biased expectations it doesn't mean that I am less latino than someone from Perú, for example (Mando amor a toda la banda peruana, los quiero 😘) I thought we had made it clear that LATAM is a place with very diverse culture and people. We have people of all shapes and colours, metaphorically and literally speaking, why are you surprised some of us are white??? Not to mention that the vision of "All Argentinians are white" comes from just viewing BUENOS AIRES. CLEARLY YOU HAVEN'T MET A SINGLE PERSON THAT ISN'T FROM CAPITAL FEDERAL, THERE ARE WAY MORE PEOPLE OF COLOUR ONCE YOU LEAVE THAT PLACE

Summary: I fucking hate people who talk shit about my country and people when they barely even know how our flag looks like 😋

VIVA ARGENTINA CARAJO 💥💥💥 LPM, NO PUEDO PONER EL EMOJI DE LA BANDERA ARGENTINA EN LA COMPU YA FUE, LE MANDO UNA IMAGEN ENTERA

[kuroo-hitsuji]

Maybe Levi and Beel with purring, if you don't mind?

Absolutely :) apologies in advance if any of this is incoherent, i wrote most of it out half asleep and did my best to fix it but my brain skips over things when i reread so it could go either way 💀

Context, i headcanon purring (positively or negatively charged) in demon society to be the kind of emotional display most people avoid doing publicly for the most part, like crying and etc in a lot of human society, often being tied to vulnerability

Levi - absolute master of silent purring. A lot of his emotions are really strong and happiness/excitement is no exception, especially when it comes to his interests; he's gotten good at purring silently as a matter of necessity, his social anxiety would vaporize him on the spot if purring about his blorbos drew attention to him in public, but he can't just not go to limited addition merch events and etc, and he also feels like he'll explode if he doesn't channel his excitement somehow, so he does it Silently (and feels very sneaky and prides himself on this ability lol. Some people do actually notice occasionally but at that point he is usually so engrossed with whatever is causing it in the first place to actually notice. As far as he's aware he's got a spotless record agsjsdg). In the privacy of his home (more realistically just his room, but not exclusively) he doesn't bother as much with keeping quiet. If MC is present its about a 50/50 shot between loud or silent purring, mostly depending on if its from general contentment or from shock and nerves at something cute MC did lmao.

When his purr is audible its very consistent and kind of crunchy? That's the best word i can find rn but its not exactly what i mean djdhshhd like. You know the kind of purr that lowkey sounds similar to crushing a paper bag or something? (But like, more even and consistent and purr-sounding lmao i have no idea what I'm saying anymore-). If he's really flustered by whatever caused the purring it gets weird and choppy because it cuts out when he forgets to breath properly lol

Beel - Literally a chainsaw. He is so large (lots of space to make loud and deep sound) and simply does not care that much about social norms jfzjfz He does tend to catch himself quickly when it happens (usually about getting a snack he's particularly excited about, in which case his stomach growling also tends to mask the short sound to begin with lmao), cutting the purring short in a way that kind of sounds like a tiger chuffing, but it's mostly just because he's been taught to do so and generally does do his best to follow rules ("rules") when he's aware of them. He's mostly the same in public and at home, just a bit less careful about it at home, and will generally drop the effort the most around Belphie and ofc MC. He found it to be a surprisingly useful comfort tool when they first fell as well, for himself but especially for Belphie (who was insistent that it was not actually helpful, not wanting to accept such a bizarre change, as if he could actually lie to his twin about something like this. Even without the twin telepathy the positive effects of it were visible).

[dimonds456]

Some highlights I wanna bring attention to from this article:

Israel revised its estimated October 7 death toll down from 1,400 to 1,140.

That's sneaky as fuck. Unless you KNOW it was 1,400, you probably wouldn't notice the change down because the same literal numbers are being used (ones, fours, and zeros). 300 people is a pretty damn significant change, though.

Hezbollah launches over 250 rockets and 20 guided drones at Israeli positions, at distances of up to 35 kilometers into the Galilee and the Golan heights, in response to Israel’s assassination of a Hezbollah senior commander in Tyre, southern Lebanon. Hezbollah commander identified as Muhammad Naameh Naser, 59, head of the “Aziz” unit. Israel bombs surroundings of southern Lebanese towns of Kufr Shuba, Rashaya al-Fakhar, and Kuf Hamam. 

Highlighting this because I want to point out that this is NOT self-contained within Palestine. Israel is targeting other nearby countries as well, most prominently Lebanon, but they have also targeted Iraq in the past. Once they take Palestine, they're going to turn their weapons outward into neighboring countries.

Israeli Channel 12 quotes Israeli officials saying that Hamas response “for the first time allows for making progress in negotiations.”

Okay this is just a lie no matter how you slice it. Hamas has accepted a ceasefire deal before. What they mean by this is more than likely that Hamas is more willing to roll over than stand their ground now. This just shows how desperate they are for this "war" to end.

Israeli captives’ families demand Netanyahu accept deal, warn “millions will take to the streets” if he doesn’t.

This is the big one I really wanted to highlight. I think it's easy for us to forget that the Israeli people are not "Israel". Netanyahu is operating of his own accord, and statistically, at least half the population in Israel protests the genocide, most even calling it what it is. The government officials are outliers. The people within the country care. So get your damn antisemitism out of here.

Israeli army recognizes killing of 7 soldiers since Monday, July 1, and 50 wounded, including 39 in Gaza.

Compared to the hundreds of people that die every day, they should be ashamed of these numbers. Not in that more people need to die, but in how clearly this IS NOT A WAR. This is nothing but genocide to ANYONE who is paying attention.

UN says 90% of Gaza’s population has been displaced at least once since October 7.

90%. That is a huge number. 90% of Palestinians have had to do a Trail of Tears-esk walk at least once. I shouldn't have to explain how horrid that is.

Israeli government approves confiscation of 13 square kilometers in Jordan Valley area, becoming largest single Israeli land grab in past 30 years.

THERE IT IS. This is their true endgame. They just want to steal all of Palestine away from Palestinians, and possibly gain even more land after that. This is just the latest piece of confirmation after dozens and dozens of examples.

Hamas responds positively to amended U.S. deal, but Israeli security branches accuse Netanyahu of sabotage

I cannot get over this headline. It's not Hamas accusing Netanyahu of sabotage, but Israel's VERY OWN SECURITY. Even the people closest to the president are turning against him here, it's just incredible. Once again, most people in Israel protest this genocide. If this isn't proof of that then I don't know what is.

The families of Israeli captives in Gaza warned that they would increase their protests to include “millions in the streets” if Netanyahu doesn’t accept the deal this time. Protests demanding a captive exchange deal and new elections in Israel have been escalating in recent weeks, and on Wednesday, protesters demonstrated outside Netanyahu’s residence in Cesarea, blocking main highways between Tel Aviv and Haifa.

I want to write something profound here, but I think this section speaks for itself, honestly. Humanity is good.

There is more I haven't gotten into, but I am pressed for time IRL. I highly recommend reading this yourself cuz there is so much shit in this article. Israel is a fucking joke. Every day they seem more and more like a powerful child who is throwing a tantrum over someone else stealing their toy. It would be funny of thousands of people didn't die in the fallout.

The one thing I can really say we can hope for is Netanyahu being thrown out of power soon, either via election or by force. I cannot overstate how much the civilians of Israel hate this guy. I don't know enough about Israeli politics to predict the future, but I do think we can hope that he will be gone soon. And after that, hopefully this genocide can come to an end.

There is no looking away. The whole world can see what Netanyahu truly is. You cannot erase this.

‘Operation al-Aqsa Flood’ Day 272: Israelis urge Netanyahu to accept U.S. ceasefire deal as Hamas gives its response

Hezbollah has fired hundreds of rockets on the Galilee after Israel's assassination of one of its senior commanders.

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[sayruq]

Do you think Ned Stark ever realized how bad of a man Robert was? I know he condemns SOME of Robert's actions but it always seems to me that he never takes his King's actions as indicative of his character. He said nothing to Robert about hitting Cersei, his anger at what happened with Lady was lacking, he reconciled with him and Jon Arryn after Robert condoned a horrific war crime-Could he have ever realized how bad of a person Robert was in some weird alternate universe?

let me ramble lol

he did. a lot of the tension in ned's chapters is that he is struggling not to relive traumatic moments and robert's 'change' is making that hard for ned. they were brothers, they went to war together, they mourned lyanna together, they went to war together again. there's a lot of history and while a lot of it was painful, ned thought, despite growing evidence before tywin's 'gift', that robert was a good man. or at least ned made himself believe that. the thing about suppressing memories and feelings in order to be at peace with someone is that you have know why you're doing that even if you don't acknowledge it.

ned's life went to hell because of aerys, robert winning was supposed to set things right but immediately that illusion is shattered when robert looked down on the corpses of 2 babies and a woman who had done nothing wrong and more than condoned it, he defended it. he married into the family that did it. ned fought him but they reconciled- imo 50% because of jon and 50% because of ned's long friendship with robert.

i actually think that ned didn't stay in the north just to protect jon and because of his traumas, i think he was hiding away from the reality of who robert was. like sansa, who never sought joffrey out after lady's death despite their betrothal and the fact that they now live in the same castle instead of different camps, ned didn't seek robert out. he didn't visit him, robert didn't come to the north, and we can tell who is the one holding back between the two of them. people characterise ned's arc in agot as him realising just how badly things have gotten with robert as king and i used to think that too. now i think it's all about ned being forced to confront the truths he realised 15 years earlier and pushed aside.

BUT i also think that because ned is a man and robert's violence is often directed at women, he doesn't see robert as the lost cause that he is. ned loves robert. despite the babies laid at the foot of the throne, despite ned having to hide his nephew's existence, ned loves robert. he loves him enough to constantly give him chance after chance to prove himself. however there's also jon arryn's murder. would ned have forced himself to remain in king's landing without that hanging over his head? personally i think jon's death has the same function as sansa's betrothal.

ned and sansa are trapped in a situation where leaving is not easy. they're trapped with two violent people they're meant to love and serve. sansa actually ignored joffrey or didn't think about him unless they interacted. she feared and hated him until he was close by and she was reminded of why she's in king's landing so she clumsily rewrites events in her head and tries to cast joffrey as the perfect prince. it doesn't work well- she thinks about how he likes killing, she nearly forgets her betrothal when she was arguing with ned, she went to cersei for king's landing, not joffrey. while being interrogated she keeps saying she loves joffrey and its paired with heightened fear.

ned reacts in a similar way except that he's much older and therefore is constantly forced to confront robert's frankly evil acts. he sees robert hit cersei, he goes to a brothel where robert impregnated a child, he witnesses robert ordering dany's assassination, robert admits to hitting joffrey. everything wrong that robert does, he either does it in front of ned or tells him about it. the way ned moves past some of these things is partly due to misogyny, partly due to jon arryn's death, and partly due to his love for robert, and a lot of suppression.

how do you condemn someone you love? when robert ordered dany's assassination, it hit too close to home and it also was a different kind of crime compared to domestic violence and impregnating a child. that argument is ugly and a good reason why ned rarely ever disagreed with robert like that. condemning jaime is easier because ned has no emotional attachment to him. robert is practically the only other brother ned has left.

Ned's mouth tightened in anger. "Nor will I. Leave it be, Robert, for the love you say you bear me. I dishonored myself and I dishonored Catelyn, in the sight of gods and men."

with sansa, she barely spent time with joffrey before his true colours came out and her direwolf died. ned had many years of friendship with robert. it was far easier for sansa to hate joffrey than it is for ned. this is the core conflict of ned's chapters- not the murder mystery or even the starks vs lannister set up. it's robert.

i also think like sansa, ned was heading to a point of cutting ties with robert.

For a moment Robert did not seem to understand what Ned was saying. Defiance was not a dish he tasted often. Slowly his face changed as comprehension came.

"I wish him every success." Ned unfastened the heavy clasp that clutched at the folds of his cloak, the ornate silver hand that was his badge of office. He laid it on the table in front of the king, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the friend he had loved. "I thought you a better man than this, Robert. I thought we had made a nobler king." Robert's face was purple. "Out," he croaked, choking on his rage. "Out, damn you, I'm done with you. What are you waiting for? Go, run back to Winterfell. And make certain I never look on your face again, or I swear, I'll have your head on a spike!"

its kind of interesting how the circumstances keep ned in king's landing and around robert even as ned's getting closer to truly leaving him behind. meanwhile sansa does get to leave joffrey behind very quickly. everything ned gets close to doing, his daughter ends up doing it.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

I don't know if this is something you would want because of you being such a busy creature but I had a dribble idea that I thought would be funny and I'm actually not funny enough to write myself but I think you would be...

Might be a good one for Sirius and Harry (+Remus) Saturday?

The idea is that Remus and Harry take Sirius bowling for the first time and ultimately stitch Sirius up:

Letting him use two first fingers not two middle ones, waiting to see how long it takes him to notice

Putting the barriers up and down with magic

Or! Putting invisible barriers up for Remus and Harry and Sirius can't work out how their balls avoid the gutter

'helping' him and then stepping over the line with the sensors so his go is invalid

Forcing him to use the baby Ramo when he is rubbish

Not telling him about the ridiculous slippy shoes

Anyway... I've done this in an ask but PLEASE don't feel like you have to answer it or do anything with it or whatever but I thought ... You might.. like it? 🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

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my lovely friend, this has been here for so long and i deeply apologize, i just wanted to make sure i did it justice. because this is a great prompt. (im going to leave all your bulleted options alone because they're brilliant, but uh...here's what i came up with)

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There were still giggles from the back seat on the drive home, both Teddy and Harry giddy from junk food and an exciting afternoon at a muggle-bowling alley. Remus turned over in his seat to look at his boys, Teddy's face red from trying to muffle his laughter as Harry mimed something out, stopping when he noticed Remus's gaze.

"Did you two have fun today?" Remus asked innocently.

"Yes! We should go every week, Da!" Teddy exclaimed instantly feet kicking as he smiled. mouth full of holes where teeth used to be.

"My favorite part was when Dad--"

"No," Sirius said quickly, cutting Harry off, and the giggles started yet again. Remus turned back around to look at Sirius, who was white-knuckling the steering wheel, eyes looking determinedly at the road, "We're not going back there, and you're all having early bedtimes tonight."

"No, we're not," Teddy said instantly, and Remus snorted, "'Cause you already promised we could have pudding tonight before we left and that means we stay up. No take-backs!"

"Yeah, no take-backs," Remus confirmed, reaching over to put his hand on the back of Sirius's neck, fingers carding through stray curls that had fallen out of the knot on top of his head, "They probably won't even remember, baby. So many people go there, and it's so busy, they'll forget about it by next week."

"Babe. How often do you think full-grown men go down the lane with the ball stuck to their fingers daily?" Sirius asked, and the laughter exploded from the back seat again, their two boys not even bothering to contain their joy at seeing their father sliding down a bowling alley lane attached to his ball. Remus had to fight against his own laughter, letting it escape in tiny coughs at the memory of his husband sprawled in the middle of the lane, only feeling a little bad that the whole incident had happened because Remus and the boys had spent the entire afternoon preying on Sirius's naivety in a muggle establishment.

No, the holes are supposed to be tight, so you don't drop it, Dad. Harry had said, exchanging a mischievous glance with Remus as Sirius squeezed his fingers into too-small holes.

Yeah, just like that, its your first two fingers.

"I mean, I'm sure it's happened....at least once before," Remus offered, biting down on his lip, "It's just a game, baby, it's just fun--"

"Mhmm."

"You got 42 points!" Harry started, between his giggles, "So you only lost to Teddy by a little! And that's only..." Harry thought for a moment, "only like 10 away from 50!"

Remus could see Sirius roll his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Need to do some more maths, I see..." Sirius mumbled low enough so Harry couldn't hear before exhaling, "Thanks, my love. I think I'll leave the bowling to all of you for now."

"At least they let you get a strike out of it," Remus shrugged, and by the way, Sirius's jaw moved, Remus could tell he was holding back a dozen swear words and smart quips he wanted to tell Remus.

"You're grounded." Sirius muttered, "No pudding, ever again."

"Sure baby. Whatever you say."

[itsclydebitches]

I really haven't been paying attention because apparently season 2 of the Witcher is out. Like now. I went to Netflix randomly and there it was. Here's hoping its good.

No idea if you two are the same anon or not, but you're getting paired up!

Spoilers below.

Yeah, the only reason I didn't lose track is because I follow a couple of Witcher blogs and reminders have popped up on my dash the last few days. And I'm glad one of us is enjoying it! I'm in a 50/50 split so far regarding season two, as I've only watched the first two episodes. I thought "A Grain of Truth" was great. Yeah, there were changes, but they still fit the overall thematic questions (which I think is the key to a faithful adaptation) and I love everything they did with the bruxa. From the Exorcist walk around Ciri's bedroom to using echolocation in her bat form, I think her characterization was both entertaining and struck a nice balance between "Holy shit this is a dangerous monster I shouldn't trust" and "Is she really something to instinctively fear simply because she's different?" Good stuff there.

"Kaer Morhen" on the other hand... good god, where do I even begin. Eskel is a completely different character. Just nothing like his book or game counterpart. And I know this is a minor issue for some people, but his scars are a pretty defining characteristic, both in terms of how he got them and how they've impacted his sense of self, and when the trailer dropped there was some disgruntlement over how non-disfiguring they were. Well, in the actual episode the lighting is so dark I could barely even see that there were scars at all. If I hadn't been looking for them I likely would have missed they were there at all, outside of maybe a, "Oh yeah. A witcher. Witchers have some wounds yeah?" reaction.

He's rude. He brash. He's cursing at Ciri instead of trying to make her feel comfortable because he knows he's intimidating. He lasts for a grand total of one episode. Eskel arrives at the keep, goes back out (??), and brings a whole slew of prostitutes with him because... dragging a ton of women up the insanely dangerous looking, snow covered mountain to a place that Geralt just told Ciri is kept mostly hidden since the massacre makes perfect sense? But it's fine because they took something (???) that'll make them forget everything in the morning. They exist only to a) die and b) tell Ciri that women are meant to run when things get rough, so that she can be positioned as the outlier who stands her ground and stays. After they're all forgotten Eskel turns into a Leshen (because that's canonical) and is killed by Geralt while attacking Vesemir. And it's not even in a cool, "You really had to do it" kind of way. I mean Geralt stands there for a looooong moment debating, after Vesemir has just told Eskel that they need time to try and cure him, when Geralt could have just cut the branches holding Vesemir like they've been doing this whole fight. But nah we kill him and before he dies Eskel admits that he came back because he thought Geralt could help him, which both rubs salt into this needless wound and begs the question of why Eskel didn't tell them anything worthwhile. I mean yeah, there's this implication that whatever part of him was already Leshen was hiding his affliction out of self-preservation, but then why draw attention to the strange battle in the first place? Eskel comes back and everyone is like, "Oh yeah, a seasoned witcher with sword skills to match Geralt took 6 hours to kill a Leshen and just forgot to use fire. Classic Eskel!" Why not just have Eskel acting like everything is fine and then Geralt discovers something funky in the limb that tips him off? As it stands, both scenes don't accomplish a thing. The witchers randomly shrug off this anomaly and Geralt doesn't find anything because he's distracted by prostitutes arriving.

I've said this before, but I don't think Netflix would be in so much hot water if they'd just admitted that they were doing Witcher fanfic from the start. But advertising this as an authentic adaptation and making changes that, for most, make the series worse is just a bad combo. I don't even like most of the books. There are plenty of things I'd like to change in those... but none of that is what Netflix has done. They keep taking the things that do work, that are the heart of the story, and twisting them for seemingly no reason. At this point it's not a practical matter of, "We can't fit this in because it's a TV show and we have limited time" or "We couldn't recreate this because of budget or safety reasons." They're just making huge changes for reasons I personally can't fathom.

If I didn't know anything else about the Witcher franchise I would have had no problem with this version of Eskel. Random side character becomes a monster for the witchers to fight? Sure, that's cool! Why would I care about him outside of that? But as someone who does know a lot of the lore and, more importantly, knows the character, it's hard not to be frustrated by all this. They took a character who Ciri thought was a monster because of his disfigurements before he reveals himself to be one of the most kind and level-headed witchers... and turned him into a literal monster. Why? I'd really love a peek into the writer's room to find out what thought process they went through to hit on these changes.