#I'm not convinced I actually /like/ this song but I can't sing today either way and it caught in my head last time I was in Nick's car

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: December 14

"KMAG YOYO" by Hayes Carll

[brigdh]

I want to talk about Izzy's rant to Ed in episode 10, the one that brings out the Kraken. I've seen a lot of different descriptions of what is going on in this scene – death threat, homophobic slurs, etc – and I don't think either of those are what's actually what's happening.

Let's look at it closely, line by line, and the way Ed reacts, from the very beginning of the scene.

Ed: Well, feels nice to tidy up a little. Can't believe I was living like this. Can you, Iz? Izzy? Izzy: I'm going to speak plainly. Ed: Wonderful. You know we share our thoughts on this ship.

Izzy, cont: This, whatever it is that you've become... is a fate worse than death.

Okay. So there we've got what some have interpreted as a death threat. But does Ed seem threatened? He's startled, certainly, put on his back foot – literally – but he doesn't look afraid or alarmed to me. He draws in a slow breath, assessing the situation, but overall seems more confused than frightened.

In fact he laughs it off with his next line:

Izzy then escalates the level of aggression in the conversation:

But Ed, again, looks more confused than anything. Check out that furrowed brow, that head tilt! This is a man going "what is your deal?", not a man thinking "uh-oh, you might kill me!".

Extremely noticeably, even when Izzy storms right up into his face, Ed holds steady. He doesn't run, doesn't lean back, doesn't hunch his shoulders or drop eye contact – there is no vulnerability or defensiveness in Ed's body language at all. Ed is in supreme control of this confrontation – look at the slow way he deigns to turn back to the paper Izzy's holding! As though he's making the point that he chooses when to turn, not Izzy:

Then we have the "homophobic slur". But watch closely:

Ed does not react to "namby-pamby", "silk gown", or "pining" at all. He doesn't even blink. He barely seems like he's hearing Izzy. His entire attention is on the picture.

Ed's body language and behavior changes at one word and one word only, and that is "boyfriend". As soon as Izzy says it, Ed's furious:

(It's even easier to notice when you actually watch the scene instead of using gifs, because Izzy really draws out 'piiiiiiining', putting a lot of time between the first half of the sentence and 'boyfriend'.)

Why is the use of the word 'boyfriend' so important?

Well, what has Ed been doing all episode? He's been crying in a blanket fort and singing sad songs, yes, but he's been keeping a careful level of mystique about why he's doing it. Ed often uses distanced circumlocutions instead of directly acknowledging his emotions, but he's doing it in this episode even more so than usual:

Here are the lyrics to his song:

(Version one, with Lucius) Hanging on By a thread Hanging on Shouldn't let go If I let go, all will fall Fingers bleeding down to the bone now Can't let go Nothing makes sense Hold on Hold on Hold... on

(Version two, performed for the whole crew) Just let go Make yourself let go Make it go away Away, away today Life's a hard sad death And then you're Deaaad

Notice something? There is no mention of Stede, or love, or break-ups, or abandonments, or relationships in general. All Ed discusses is a vague life-sucks attitude, which could apply to basically anyone under any circumstances. He seems pretty okay with people knowing that Blackbeard is having some sort of weird emotional breakdown as long as he convinces himself that no one knows it's specifically from having his heart broken

This is true of everything Ed says and does for this entire episode. He never once even mentions Stede's name, unless "Farewell, Bonnet's playthings" at the very end counts. The only thing Ed openly admits to feeling bad about is a fictional character who's having a hard time "holding on" (holding on to what? he never says). There are no allusions to heartbreak or romance anywhere in his dialogue.

Now, Ed's not stupid. I'm sure he knows Izzy and Lucius and the rest of the crew can connect the dots and realize that something bad happened with Stede, even if Ed doesn't fill them in on the details. But Ed is also traumatized, and has a whole host of coping mechanisms set up to help him avoiding thinking about things that he doesn't want to think about. If he's not a murderer because "technically the fire killed those guys", then no one knows he's heartbroken because technically he hasn't acknowledged it.

Until Izzy says the word 'boyfriend'. Suddenly the secret is out, and Ed can't handle it. Izzy knows his weakness. That's why this word effects Ed more than anything else Izzy says in the whole scene.

At the end of the confrontation, he hears the crew calling for another song. Look at Ed here. He looks as haunted, as disturbed, in this moment as he does at any point in Izzy's rant.

This is an important part of the scene, not just a closing note. Because if Izzy (the Caribbean's most emotionally constipated man) can see through him, obviously the whole crew can too.

Obviously Lucius – who advised Ed on his and Stede's relationship, who played along with Ed's 'fictional character' claim, who wrote down Ed's lyrics – can do so most of all.

There's a direct emotional logic to Ed killing Lucius because he had a fight with Izzy, and it doesn't involve Ed having been threatened or hate crime'd at all. Ed doesn't deal well with his own feelings (from Stede), so he chooses to become Blackbeard/the Kraken and gets rid of all the witnesses who saw otherwise.

[starleska]

It's Jeremiah anon again! I've actually watched a ton of those edits already, funny enough XD you got me on this train, I don't think I'm ever escaping. BUT!! I have a couple song rec for you for Jeremiah, because I have been jamming to it for the last few days and wanted to share.

It's called Phantom by NatewantstoBattle/Nathan Sharp. I consider it a song that suits both Valeskas, but the line "Wish you wish you never made" in particular suits Jeremiah very well. Also, it just rules as a song, I love the way Nathan sings on it.

hello again sweet Jeremiah anon, how are you today? :3c haha, that doesn't surprise me at all - Gotham edits really are another level, and once you've watched one, you just can't stop!! hey oh my god i love this song!!!!! big fan of nerdcore/video game fan songs and similar stuff (The Stupendium, CG5, etc.). this is so weird, but i heard this quite a while ago and was convinced it was a Set It Off song...it sounds a lot like them, don't you think? either way, what a fabulous recommendation, especially for the Valeskas 👀 i'm sure that Nate's get-up in the video also reminds you of our dear Jeremiah too? 😉

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

here are some random minho headcanons I got inspired to write today because, well, minho, lol

btw, as I said I wrote these because I randomly got motivated - they're not nearly as seriously written as anything else I posted on here ever. I just wanted to get some thoughts out. if that's not the kind of thing you like to read, no need to do so

- Despite always being up early and getting back only just before sundown, Minho is totally up for midnight adventures. He falls asleep so damn fast because he's always exhausted, but when he hasn't run or when he's not as tired, he's usually always roaming around the glade doing things he never gets to do otherwise. And with a significant other? He's setting up dates in the Deadheads at 3am under the stars and wakes you up just so that he can fall asleep next to you after you've gone on a walk and almost stumbled into like thirty trees (it's highly amusing but the potential to get hurt is ten times higher than usual, and that means something when talking about the Deadheads).

- Minho is one hundred percent the type of guy to share a space. He's a keeper, he sleeps in the homestead, and he's more than happy to have you next to him in his little,,,, well, room. Whether that means a hammock and a chair or maybe even a makeshift bed, he's definitely up for not being apart more than you have to be. If you're a runner that's not too much of a problem anyway, but if you're not- you just don't see each other as often. You don't get to spend as much time together. So every second and every minute that you do have the chance to be with him, you try to use well. Whatever that means.

- Also I'm convinced that this man is a showering/swimming kinda guy. He gets back and needs to shower, so you're coming with. No need to get dirty at all, it's really just once more because he's away all day in the maze, and the time that he gets to spend with you he's not gonna waste, not as long as you agree to come showering with him. And if it's warm, he is absolutely the first one to jump into the pond. Not even to wash or anything, just because. Because he's Minho.

- That he's always focused on running definitely also is mirrored in the way he sleeps. He's fallen out of the hammock at least five times (which is why I'm convinced he has a bed) simply because he tosses and turns so much. Personally I do too, especially before I fall asleep because I can't find a good position for shit, but Minho almost gets worse when he eventually does doze off. Nobody knows if he's dreaming of running or if it's literally just his head telling him that he needs to move, but nobody can do anything against it either, and as long as you're not a light sleeper you're fine.

- He's basically unconscious when he's asleep. Mans would not notice even if someone stabbed him. Which is wonderful for example when you also toss and turn so much when you sleep. Like, as long as neither of you are waking each other up with that, great! He will not be woken up at least, not until you dump cold water onto him or scream into his ears. Though he does have a built-in alarm clock that has him waking up SO early, I swear to god. He's a runner, he needs to be up early, and his body has adapted to that so well that he wakes up at the same time everyday (unless he was drunk the night before, but that's another story.)

yes by the way, I have thought a lot about how he sleeps for some reason. idk I like to analyse that. tells a lot about personality and stuff.

- Minho sings. Not very well but he loves to just sing as a joke. Just break out into song to annoy people. Which he by the way also loves to do. Just, annoy people, like, pranking them or being sarcastic or whatever. Singing is one of those methods. He memorizes quite easily, so he also memorizes song texts very quickly, which means that he can sing like twenty songs randomly at all times. All. Times.

- He's actually really strong. That should be common knowledge but I feel like many people forget about it. Like, he might not be as strong as other gladers, but this bitch almost got hit by lighting and just stood up again after. And I mean strong in a very broad physical sense here - he has muscles, he has stamina, but he also has just a damn strong body in the sense of surviving shit. He doesn't get hurt as easily as other people. But if he does- man, when he gets hurt- There's two ways to go with this guy and only two ways to go. Either this absolute dramatic bitch will not stop complaining about the smallest cut for four days straight, or he has a sprained goddamn ankle and tells you that he's fine while literally dragging his leg behind him. There's no inbetween. And it wholly depends on whether he wants your attention or doesn't want you to worry.

[haebe-doesart]

The "Happy Birthday Gang": HBG's birthday scheme exposed

By Nerdi

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A birthday scheme? What's that? I hear you ask.

Well… I've previously been sworn to secrecy, but now I'm finally able to tell you all about HBG's greatest scheme yet.

And why 'scheme'? It's just a nicer word than scam.

Let's start from the beginning.

Nearly a month ago, a Class 9B student interrupted a particularly boring assembly by announcing that it was his birthday.

Mustard (not 21), the student in question, recounted: "You and I both know how much the teachers love birthdays; they stopped to wish me happy birthday, sing the song, blah blah blah…"

Sources tell me it was not, in fact, his birthday that day.

"No, it was!" Feinberg, who's leaning over my shoulder to check what I'm writing (and make sure I don't call him bitcjslfglg–), says. Well, it's usually Fulham who proofreads my things, but I guess today I'm getting the help of Fein instead.

So, you know, if the quality suddenly becomes drastically worse, that's what happened. Getting someone who (still) doesn't know what an adjective is to proofread your work almost never ends well.

"Geo let him pick his birthday," Fein explains. If anything embarrassing about me gets posted on his Twitter today, it's fake and you should block him. "He changes it every day."

Of course, making an entire school sing Happy Birthday was a complete, deafening mess, but it took a little over five minutes and completely derailed the assembly, so mission accomplished, I guess?

Now, the other siblings couldn't let a discovery with so much potential go to waste.

The next day, two other siblings celebrated their (totally real) birthdays: Zylenox from 10A, who managed to use up an impressive seventeen minutes by convincing his Physics teacher he didn't speak English and wanted the class to sing the song in increasingly obscure languages; and Punz, who pulled the birthday card in all of his classes, wasting more than 30 minutes combined.

From then on, every day marked another sibling's "birthday", sometimes multiple in different classes.

Lesson times were reduced by up to 60% in the first week, with an average of 2 in 3 students witnessing a birthday celebration in at least one of their classes per day.

Said Switch, student of Class 10B: "So I'm not gonna name any names, alright, but there's someone in this class that either has a ridiculous number of birthdays or lied their ass off, because I've had to sing Happy Birthday to them eleven times in the past month."

I'm not naming any names either, so all I'll say on that matter is that I'm surprised the teachers didn't notice.

In unprecedented news, K4yfour (not 4) has finally decided to grace the rest of the Debate team with their presence– only to announce that it's their birthday and immediately leave 'to celebrate' once more. K4yfour, please. Come back. Couri, Crookst, and Feinberg can't entertain us with their three-way rivalry forever.

As the month progressed, various students started claiming their birthdays, most more than once, wasting time and causing chaos.

I don't have the time or paper to list out everyone's contribution to this birthday scheme, but there are two more memorable ones I'd like to highlight:

Firstly, poor Illumina actually had his birthday last week, but nobody believed him. He nearly doxxed himself trying to convince people it was his birthday; it didn't help that his mother was listed as 'The Universe' on his birth certificate.

Of course, he still got a celebration, as did everyone else regardless of the legitimacy of their birthday claims.

Secondly, I have to commend Matthew Bolan, who came back to school after what feels like a hundred years and told the principal it was his birthday. The dedication to the joke is admirable.

That concludes this report on HBG's birthday scheme. I've been Nerdi, and– what do you mean, I don't have to do an outro?

[wannajointhecrabcult]

Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Blaine Anderson, my New York love.

I'm on the verge of finishing glee, and honestly I just can't help but write another Blaine fic, because I'm utterly convinced that (with the exception of Jeon Jungkook) Darren Criss as Blaine Anderson is the love of my life.

🦋 Blaine Anderson x fem!! reader,, trigger warnings: none.

Blaine twirls you in his arms and captures your lips in a kiss, as your name echoes along the auditorium. “as for the final name on our list, miss y/n l/n! And there you have it folks, those are your graduates for this year.”

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and he's holding you so tight. “I'm so happy, oh y/n, we're going to spend the rest of our college days together.”

You can't muster out words, so you manage to nod whilst being clamped in his embrace, the tassel of his cap tickling your forehead.

“The rest of my days with the love of my life. What more could I ask for?” whispered Blaine rhetorically, as Sam and Tina joined the hug.

“We're moving to New York together!” said the blonde excitedly as all the new graduates threw their caps in the air.

Well, you tried to throw yours too, but by the way you were sandwiched between Blaine and Sam, it would be impossible to without giving either one of them, if not both, a bruise. So you smiled and kissed Blaine's forehead instead.

“We're graduates now, sweetheart.”

“We are, aren't we?”

Every single day, was pure unadulterated bliss. The type of happiness that made your skin hot, and eyes sparkle. And the root of your smiles, was one Blaine Devon Anderson.

Even today, just like every other day since arriving at the Big Apple; you woke up with his arms around you, and your head against his chest. Throughout the night, he held you so closely and delicately, it almost made you cry at how gentle he was.

And nothing beat waking up to his warmth and soft sighs in the morning. Because another thing you adored about New York, or rather, the apartment you lived in, was that the shades were right above your bed. And every single day, the sun would hit his eyes just right, and his hazel irises would be illumined to look gorgeously alluring.

“I'm the luckiest guy ever, you know?” he whispered, as the sleep slowly wore off, and he turned to face you.

“I think I'm the luckiest girl.”

“Maybe that's why we're made for each other. Because we're both so lucky.”

“oh yeah? Blaine, love, as much as I'd love to sing "Lucky" with you right now, we have to get ready for school.”

He chuckled softly and began folding the blankets as you smoothed the sheets. “Alright we'll just sing it on the way out, then.”

And thus began the steady morning routine you and Blaine had gotten used to. With Sam and Tina in the next room, you had to be quiet.

Blaine twirled you around as you chose a dress and pressed a kiss to your neck, before turning away to make you coffee and pancakes.

“You know, I would serve you breakfast in bed. But I just, don't want to get out of bed if you're still in it. I'd much rather be holding you in my arms.” he confessed, as he handed you the mug.

You accepted it gratefully and sat down to eat with him.

Another rule of yours and his, was that no matter how hectic life got, or how early you had to wake up, breakfast would be eaten together.

“I've actually always dreamed of starting my day with breakfast with you.” and ever since he heard that, Blaine promised you he'd always make time to share his first meal of the day with you.

“Good morning lovebirds” said Sam, as his bedhead and blue eyes lidded with sleep emerged to view. “Tina's still sleeping, she doesn't have classes today”

Blaine nodded and downed his coffee before pulling you along with him.

“We'll be late” he said with a small smile, as his hands found yours. The cold air of the New York morning filled with hope and possibility made you smile even wider, and Blaine's words were caught in his throat.

God, he lived to see your smile. He really did.

“It's okay right? That I'm in most of your classes? You don't find it weird or anything?”

“Why would I?” you eyed him and leaned over to peck his cheek. “I'm going to spend all day with the love of my life. What's there to not like?”

Blaine looked relieved as a slow grin spread over his face. In truth, he had been thinking about it for the longest of times. Would you find him clingy? Would you hate him for constantly wanting to spend time with you?

But here you were, just as excited as he was. You shone with radiance next to him, and for the first time in his life, he knew he had never been more sure of anything as he was with you.

“Hey, we uh, didn't get to sing "lucky" back there in the apartment...”

“We didn't, but who's to say we can't now?”

In class, the NYADA lecturers were tough, but having Blaine's presence was comforting, and the thought of him being able to protect you, or help if you were ever stuck, made a huge impact.

“Alright class, find a partner. We're going to be doing ballroom dancing!”

With a comfortable ease, Blaine pulled you into his arms and fit his hands around your waist. “Remember that one time when I told you girls have beautiful bodies?”

And still, he made you blush with his charming words. Boistered by your reaction, he continued as he expertly twirled you around according to the demonstration. “Yeah, well, you have the most beautiful body of them all.”

You didn't trust your voice, and instead flashed him a shy smile. The dance ended, and your NYADA professor sauntered up to the two of you. “Good work”

“Yeah we make a really great team.” said Blaine softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Beautiful.

Walking home together in the comfortable silence was also another part of the day you looked forward to. Especially when your hands were interlocked together, and the soft smile on his face was a reflection of yours.

Today however, Blaine was unusually jittery. “I love waking up next to you every single morning.”

“I do too, but what's all this about?”

“I don't know. I just, had the urge, you know? To tell you how I truly feel about you. I love the smell of your body wash and the radiance of your smile. I love the way you walk, when you're trying to slow down because I pace slower. I love how you help me pick out a bow-tie every single morning, and laugh when you help me put it on. Similarly, I love the way you pull it off of me in the evening. I love the way you glance at me from over your shoulder and the way that small part of your nape was just made for me to kiss.”

By now, you were a bewildered, flustered mess. But Blaine had the most earnest eyes. He was never afraid of intimacy. With you? He craved it.

“And y/n, damn, I just, love you so much I never believed in soulmates, but when I look at you, I really do.”

Blaine then reached into his pocket to find a ring. Getting down on one knee, your breath hitched as his eyes gleamed up at you.

“when I first met you at McKinley, I was lost. I was broken and hopeless. But I guess it's true when they say you have to lose something to gain another better one.”

“Y/n, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I fell in love with you, it's almost as if my soul was trying to tell me it finally felt whole.”

“It's almost as if we were made for each other, because that's how perfectly we fit. I know we were lovers in all our past lives, but I'm so glad to have found you early in this one; because all I've ever wanted to do...

Is spend my life loving you.”

Tears were streaming down your face as the world seemed to have stopped spinning.

“Will you marry me?”

Before he could even finish talking you launched yourself on him, pushing him to the ground beneath you. Not caring where you were, not caring who was there.

“Yes yes yes yes yes, I'll keep saying yes for as long as I can” you whispered as he chuckled beneath you, and helped you up.

Suddenly, music filled the street as the glee club, and the Warblers emerged and burst into song with their own rendition of "Marry me".

And although their voices were beautiful, you couldn't help but listen to something even better; the soft promises of Blaine Anderson as he swore to make you happy for the rest of eternity.

And frankly, did you ever have any doubt?

That night, after all the parties and congratulations from your friends, you leaned over him “Hi” you said softly. His eyes fixated on yours and he smiled at you fondly. “Hi babe.”

You laughed slyly and pulled him closer to you by his famous bow-tie. “Shall we remove this first, or only leave it on for the rest of the night?

Your bold words earned you a smirk from him. “You're an expert at turning me on, aren't you?”

[staytiny-angel]

War of Hearts

Chapter One

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch

Co-written with @riottbliss

Summary: Seth Rollins was once known as the Bad Boy Prince of MMA, now years after a career ending knee injury he's stepping into.the Octagon again not as a competitor but as his little sister's coach. Unfortunately for him the redhead across the cage from he and Paige is not only woman he'd just had a one night stand with but the younger sister and protege of the Finn Balor...the man that ended Seth's career.

Warnings: MMA style violence, Alcoholism, Implied Self-Harm (DM for details), Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, or professionally known by Triple-H sighed with embarrassment, reading tweet after tweet from his youngest son Seth Rollins.

"What happened to him?" His best friend and practically brother Shawn Michaels asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Cody took him out of the press conference, Seth's hungover, blaming everyone but himself"

Shawn shook his head, "Kid is letting the hype go to his brain. He's all over TMZ, The Bad Boy Prince of MMA is what they call him"

"Seth is the best fighter in the world in his division. He's earned the cockiness but his lifestyle…." Hunter shook his head

Shawn made a disgusted sound. "Kid reminds me of me before I got my act together"

"Fatherhood is what made you get your act together. That won't work for Seth" Hunter clicked on a video of his drunken son yelling into a camera about Finn Balor that had gone viral last week.

"He talks so much shit about Balor being a low rent MacGregor, hell Seth acts more like Conor then Finn does."

Hunter sighed "He's turned this into a complete mess, I wouldn't be surprised if his team drops him."

"Hey, Dusty loved that kid, Dustin and Cody wouldn't release him until he stopped making them money"

Hunter nodded but looked nonetheless unthrilled.

"He keeps making excuses about everything. I'm this close to calling Steph"

Shawn nodded with agreement as the two entered Seth's penthouse, greeting a tired looking Cody Rhodes. "I can't do this anymore Hunter" he said in place of a normal greeting.

"You are not dropping him" Hunter said matter of factly.

"AEF is supposed to be for fighters that respect the sport, he fucks around and doesn't even show up to the gym" Cody said.

Hunter ignored him and went upstairs to where he could hear his youngest groaning in misery.

Hunter sighed as Seth looked up from the toilet he was practically hugging. "I'm twenty five, perfectly legal" he muttered, Hunter's gaze looking at the black and gold championship that laid discarded.

"While ago you would have treated that with respect" He said, Seth rolling his eyes. "Would you rather me puke on it? It's just a fucking belt' "

"Don't let anyone hear you say that" Hunter said lowly. "You're going to the weigh in today even if I have to drag you by your hair there myself"

"No the fuck I'm not, don't you see me dyin' here?" Seth whined "I'm going to fucking sleep"

"What the fuck happened to you?!" Hunter yells "Every since your Uncle Shane became your manager this is what you've turned into."

Seth looked unfazed. "Don't get angry because I'm better than you ever were" and shoved his father out of his way, flipping off Cody, and ignoring Shawn.

"What am I going to do with him?" Hunter sighed, exhausted.

"Knock his ass out?" Shawn suggested. "I'll take care of him" Cody rolled his eyes. "Britt and I will make sure he gets to the weigh in. I just need painkillers and food"

"I'm gonna go talk to Shane, I want to know what kind of garbage he's been filling my kid's head with" Hunter mutters

"I told you listening to Vince was a mistake." Shawn replies shaking his head "All of you let Vince snow you into thinking it was embarrassing that his mother managed him"

Hunter sighed. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to drag Steph back, Shane has a tight grip on him"

"Worry about that fuckface later" Shawn said. "Seth needs you, not him" Hunter nodded firmly, making his way downstairs to see Seth passed out on his couch, his dog Kevin and cat Daryl laying on him.

"This was our compromise" Cody explained. "I let him take a nap, he goes to the weigh in later"

"He isn't going to beat Balor in this condition. He doesn't spar anymore and his knee has been inflamed for weeks" Britt says quietly

"He shouldn't even be fighting. We told Shane but he says there's too much money at stake for Seth to pull out"

"Money money money"' Shawn mocked. "All he cares about is fucking printed paper"

Hunter ignored them and instead chose to brush back some of Seth's hair, his son unconsiously responding to it. "What did I do wrong raising him?" he asked. Hunter rolls his eyes at the look his older brother gave him "The truth" he says quietly

"No offense bro, but this family is a whole fucking lot to live up to and you weren't exactly shy about your expectations once Seth showed an aptitude for the sport. None of us were. I have to even ask myself, when was the last time any of us actually had a conversation with the kid that wasn't about fighting?"

"He's cracking underneath the pressure" Cody chimes in

"Yeah, he is and now Shane is filling his head with all these ideas about the image he should project" Shawn continues "Quiet guys who, play with their dogs and write poetry when their not in the Octagon don't sell tickets, but Bad Boys sure the fuck do."

*Later*

Seth scowled at his phone as Britt ushered him into the arena the weigh was taking place in. "I'm assuming you told the press he was gonna bail?" Cody growled at Shane who held his hands up. "They were gonna find out sooner or later" "Yeah yeah, no press is bad press" Seth said.

"Except the press says you're an asshole" Cody deadpanned. "Don't do anything stupid up there, or Mark is going to have a stroke" Seth didn't respond, instead heading up the stairs to the stage, where Balor had clearly made weight, despite being skinny. Seth took off his shirt per usual, standing on the scale.

"197 pounds" The announcer said, Seth smirking at Balor. The Irish man looked unfazed and rolled his eyes. Seth, in a act of annoyance, promptly flipped him off, hearing everyone in the crowd either laugh or groan

-Backstage -

"Gonna be fun beating your ass Balor, I promise not to hurt you too badly," Seth says cockily, slouching in a chair and putting his sunglasses back on.

"Oh, Rolly its almost time to give up your precious" Finn responds, "Clock is ticking boyo and your time is almost up"

"Mon roi, nous devons-oh shit" a pake woman walked up, speaking rapid French and stopping in her place when she saw Seth.

"Hey Seth" she said coldly.

"Vi" Seth responded, his attitude gone.

"He your king now?" "Surprised you even remember any French, from what I read, you've drank yourself through everything"

"It's what happens when you give your heart to someone and get it ripped in half, I wasn't enough for you, that's what you said right? I wasn't straight enough for you?! So you threw my ring in my face and left" Seth yelled "Cause Bisexual people, we're all cheaters didn't you know?"

At least according to Violet Gillath, wait I'm sorry Violet Balor now isn't it?."

"Stop it" Finn growled. "Before I knock your ass out now"

"Try it bitch" Seth snarled back.

Violet got between them and shoved Seth back. "Chaton, stop" she hissed.

Seth stumbled upon hearing his old nickname. "Why?" he choked out. "What did I do?"

Seth shook his head as if to shake his thoughts into place "Why Violet? Why did you leave me? You...you fucking broke me" he said in a small voice "I have the right to know why, just tell me. Why would you do that after everything. I was going to quit fighting for you because you didn't like seeing what it was turning me into. You get up on stage and you still sing my songs, but you said you hated me. I just wanna know."

Violet crossed her arms and closed her eyes. "I didn't want to be with you. You never signed anything so legally those songs are mine. I said what I meant, you weren't enough"

Seth looked like she had rebroken his heart.

Thankfully Britt walked in. "Hey, we gotta go"

Seth grabbed his title and held it to Finn. "This is mine. You can keep that bitch but you will never get this"

-Backstage-

"I've never known you to be biphobic, wanna explain to me why Rollins is convinced you are?" Finn said sitting down in his locker room with his wife a few minutes later.

"His uncle...manager, that bastard Shane got me my record deal in exchange for breaking Seth's heart" Violet told her husband "Seth hates fighting, he was going to quit and go on the road with me. He can't sing a note but he writes and plays guitar. We were going to be a duo. Shane was watching his cash cow walk out the door. So he threatened me and made an offer. Seth was the sweetest thing and he loved me and I broke his heart and let Shane turn him into that"

"If I could go back in time and slap him across the face I would but I can't" Violet said brokenly. "Shane has made it perfectly clear that if I ever tell him that he would ruin both our careers"

Finn hugged her to him. "I'm still gonna kick his ass" Violet slapped his arm. "Please try not to" Finn shrugged. "I'm undefeated"

"You know Seth is too. And the thing with being undefeated is that there's only one way down, being kicked off the mountain"

-Next Day-

Seth was throwing up again having had drank himself to sleep following his encounter with his ex.

Cody looked extremely tired and Britt concerned. "You have to fight in an hour!" Cody yelled out

"I don't fucking care." Seth yelled back "I don't even want to fucking fight." He muttered to himself, as he rubbed at his knee. "Come on fucking give already." He whispered to the inflamed appendage.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous but it was his only way out. If his knee would just give up the fucking ghost, he could quit this bullshit once and for all.

"Your sisters are out there tonight" Britt said, walking in, holding a brace.

"I really don't care" Seth growled, letting Britt put his knee in it.

"And your mom' Britt added. Seth took a breath when Britt touched his knee.

"Holy shit, it feels like its burning"

We're letting you go after tonight" Cody said angrily. "I don't care if you win or not, you've ruined All Elite Fighting's reputation"

"I don't care, I never wanted to be in your shitty gym anyway" Seth shrugged. "I'm going to get changed"

[sunnyie-eve]

Somebody To Love (Part 21- Band Back Together)*Finale*

(Ben!RogerTaylor)

Words: 3367

Wanings: None

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1984

"Jim, the phone. It's important." I say walking into his office and he picks it up as I walk into the office. I wait till he ends the call and looks at me. "They want Queen to play at Live Aid." He says and I look at him, "But Fred... Paul always answers the phone and never tell him." He nods his head, "I still need to try. It's for an important cause." I nod my head and leave his office since it was time to head home for me. "Good luck, Jim."

When I get home I see Roger and Felix passed out in the couch. "Love you boys." I give them a kiss and Felix wakes up, "Mommy." He smiles at me wanting me to pick him up so I do. "Are you hungry? Did Daddy feed you?" I ask him and he says he's hungry. "Roger! You didn't feed your son!" I shout waking him up "WHAT?" He asks jumping up. "You didn't feed your son." I slap him upside the head. "Right, I'm supposed to do that." He rubs his head. "You are so stupid." I say walking to the kitchen with Felix.

As weeks past Jim still can't get a hold of Fred about Live Aid and was starting to give up on Queen performing for it. I worked late with Jim for a second night fixing papers and so on. "Alice, I think you should get home it's getting really late." He takes the papers away from me as the phone starts to ring. "It's Mary, she wants to talk to you." He  says and I take the phone from him. "Hello Mary." I smile on the phone. "I had a terrible dream and I need to see and talk to Freddie about things. I really want you to come with me... tonight." She says and I nod my head, "If course I will." She thanks me, "I'll call a cab then come pick you up. Love you." She hangs up and I quickly get my things together. "What was that about?" Jim asks me. "Mary wants me to go somewhere with her. She coming to get me. "I need to tell Roger, I'll come home even later." I pick up the phone to call him.

When Mary get to the building she runs to me hugging me before we both run back to the car and we talk to each other on the way there. "Changing the topic, have you told anyone else that you're pregnant?" I ask her and she shakes her head. "Nope, just you still." Soon we get to Fred's and I tell her I'll wait in the car. "Good luck." She squeezes my hand going towards the house. As she was inside I see Paul show up with a bunch of people. "Oh I should get out and beat the shit out of him." I growl making the driver laugh. "Dislike him that much." He looks back at me. "You have no clue. He's made my life hell when working with the band." I smile at the man.

I see Mary coming back to the car and Fred following her. I jump out not caring about the rain opening the car door for her and give her a hug getting back in. Fred hold the door when she gets in, "I'm happy for you, Mary. I truly am. It's just... I'm frightened." He says to her. "You don't need to be. Because no matter what you are loved. By me, by Alice, by Brian, by Deaky, by Roger, your family." She tells him and I hold her hand. She tells him about how these people don't care about him and that Paul doesn't either. "You don't belong here, Freddie." I tell him and he looks at me now. "Come home." She tells him and he repeats her then nods his head before shutting the door. "You did well." I lay my head on her shoulders and she lays her head in mine.

~

I was watching the interview with Paul on the television in my office talking about Freddie and it was pissing me off. At least Mary going to see him made him realize that Paul was shit all along. I shake my head going to Jimin's office trying to calm down. As I walk in he hangs up the phone and looks at me. "That was Fred." He says and I sit down shocked. "He wants to sit and talk with the boys to make up. He said they're family and after all family has fights at times. I told him they are still upset with him, but he asked me to tell him. I think you should go tell them and talk them into coming." He says and I nod my head. "Yeah. I'll talk the guys into coming." I leave his office and head home to call the rest of the guys over.

"Why are you inviting the guys over again?" Roger asks me as I pace around the room. "I can't tell you right now. Just wait till they both get here." I sit down on the couch waiting. Soon they show up and I tell them all to sit down on the couch. "What's the important thing you need to tell us?" Brian asked. "It's about Freddie." Just the mention of his name made Roger mad. "What about him?" Deaky asked. "He called Jim today and wants to talk to you guys." Roger shakes his head no. "I know you guys are still upset with him but you guys are family." All three still don't talk.

"QUITE ACTING LIKE YOUR KIDS AGE! You three are grown ass adults who are not wanting to talk to someone who is trying to make up for what he's done!" I snap at them and they start to listen better. "You're right, We should let him say what he has to say." Brian says and the other two agree after him. "Do you forgive him for what he said?" Roger asks me and I nod my head. "Yes, and I saw the look on his face when I went with Mary to go see him. He knows he has nothing and he misses us.... his family. Now excuse me, I need to call Jim and tell you you three agreed."

Today the guys where meeting Freddie and they said they were going to run late on purpose. "Alice, darling... I'm so sorry what what I said to you that day." Fred apologize to me. "It's alright, I forgive you Freddie." He shakes his head. "You shouldn't so easily though. I was so cruel to you and called you something you weren't." I smile and shake my head, "It's alright, sometimes people say things they don't mean." He smiles at me as me, him, and Jim wait for the rest.

There was a knock at the door and I get up to go answer it letting the boys in. "Hi guys." Jin says as Brian walks in first. "Jim." Brian says and Roger gives me a kiss then I shut the door after Deaky. Everyone takes a seat Ana I decide to stand behind Roger for when they take. "I'll start." Fred says, "I've been hideous. I know that and... I deserve your fury. I've been conceded, selfish. Well, an asshole, basically." Fred tells them. "Strong beginning." Roger says and I slightly hit him. "Look, I'm happy to strip off my shirt and flagellate myself before you. Or rather, I could ask you a simple question." Fred says and Roger speaks again, "I'm good with the flagellation." Fred sighs and I hit Roger again.

"What's it gonna take for you all to forgive me?" Fred asks the boys. "Is that what you want Freddie. I forgive you. Is that it? Can we go now?" Brian say to him. "No. I went to Munich. I hired a bunch of guys. I told them exactly what to do... the problem was... they did it. No pushback from Roger, none of your rewrites, none of his funny looks, and no Alice around to make me laugh or give me ideas." We all stay quiet before he continues, "I need you... and you need me. Let's face it. We're not bad for four aging queens. So um, go ahead. Name your terms." He says looking at all three of them then at me. "Could you give us a moment? Please Fred." Brian says and Fred leaves the room.

"Why did you do that?" Deaky asks him. "I just felt like it." Brian says and we chuckle. "Well I leave you to it." Jim gets up to leave and I was going to follow but Roger holds me back, "Nope, you're part of this discussion too." I nod my head and go sit between Bri and Deaky. "What you guys say?" I ask them. "You were right when you called us over. He misses us and we're all family." Brian says and the other two agree with a head nod. "I'll call him back in." Deaky gets up going to the door. "You can come back in now, if you like." He smiles and I go stand by Jim's desk.

"We decided... What did we decide?" Roger looks at the other two. "From now on every song, no matter who wrote it, music, lyrics, it's by Queen. Not one of us, just Queen. All the money, all the credit, split four ways evenly." Deaky tells him and Fred agrees. "We have a problem with the people around you." Roger adds. "Paul is out. I fired him." And Deaky asks in what pertext and his response was villainy which I smile at. "Wha else?" Fred asks. "Bob Geldof." I say and Jim continues, "I called to convince him to squeeze you into the line up for Live Aid concert but he wants an answer now." He says and I finish, "You need to make a decision. Every ticket is sold. 100,00 at Wembley, 100,000 at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia, a global TV audience around the world of 150 countries, 13 satellites. The Olympic only had three." I explain to the band.

"We haven't played together in years. It would be suicidal for the first time in front of millions." Roger says. Brian starts to go on about how they are dinosaurs and then Jim names off everyone big and old who is playing. Fred begs the band to do it and they all agree in the end. "You did well with explaining to the band about how big this Live Aid Concert is." Jim congrats me and I smile as Roger walks over to me as the group leaves. "Ready to head home and pick up Felix?" He kiss my head, "Yeah, Bye Jim." He smiles at me," Bye Alice and Roger."

"Did you know about the whole Paul being gone? I saw you smile at that part." Roger asks me as we get in the lift. "Yeah, I saw Paul talking about Freddie in an interview about how he's not the same anymore." He nod his head. "I love you." I give him a kiss, "I love you too."

~

At the moment the guys were practicing for Live Aid and Freddie was having trouble singing. Deaky stops playing and Freddie agrees calls it quits for the day since his throat was hurting him. "Well still got a week." Roger says walking over to me so I slide off the piano meeting him halfway. "Just need a little more practice." I says wrapping my arm around Roger. "Get a drink Taylor's?" Deaky asks us. "Yeah, there's a nice little pub down the road actually." Roger answers him before I could say something. "Can I come?" Brian asks making the guys joke about how you have to be invited while I shake my head at them.

"Before you leave, Could I have a second?" Fred turns to us. "Yeah. What's up?" Roger asks holding me in his arms. "I got it." Fred says and we are all a little confused but deep down I had a feeling that I didn't want to believe. "Got what?" Deaky asks making Fred say ADIS like I didn't want to hear. "I wanted you to hear it from me." He says making me heart break. "Fred, I'm so sorry." Brian says and he stops him. "For right now it's between us. So please, If any of you fuss about it or frown about it, or even worse of all of you bore me with your sympathy that's just seconds wasted." I get out of Rogers loss arms to get next to him since Deaky started to tear up and I couldn't help it either.

"Freddie fucking Mercury." Freddie says as I squeeze John's hand as tears fell down his face and so did my so he squeezed back. "You're a legend, Fred." Roger tells him as I let go of Deaky to hold onto Roger's right arm. "Actually Wembley doesn't have a roof." Deaky tells Freddie after our little laugh. "Then we'll punch a hole in the sky." He says before we all have a group hug. "Even though you are crying like three little girls well like Alice dear. I still love you." We all nod our heads and they talk about going to get a drink now. "I should head out... Get Felix from my brother's." I say making them look at me. "No, come out for a drink with us." Fred says and I shake my head. "I really can't." Roger pulls me close to him. "We all need one after the talk. Just one at least darling." I sigh since I can't find away out of it. "Alright, I'll come."

When we get to the pub Roger orders me a drink but I also order a water so when they brought us our drinks I pick up the water instead. "Why aren't you drink love?" Fred asks me. "I'm really not in the mood to drink right now. Not feeling very well." I slightly lie since I haven't told anyone but Mary that I was pregnant again. "Are you getting sick?" Roger asks worried. "Oh no, just work up with a headache this morning that's all." I smile and we all cheer, "For the better."

~

Day Of Live Aid 1985

"Stop worrying Roger! You guys are going to do great!" I shout trying to get Roger to stop complaining about how what if's. "But what of..." I slap my hand over his mouth "Baby tell Daddy Mama is right please." I ask Felix as we drive him to my parents place. "Daddy mommy is always right so listen to her." He says in the backseat. "Well if you say she's right then I should listen." Roger smiles. "Why do I gave to go to Meme and Papa? Why can't I come watch you play live?" He sadly asks so I turn around to explain to him but Roger cuts me off. "Is that what you want? To come watch daddy preform?" Felix nods his head, "Yes, I want to see it live with mommy there not through the Telly." He pouts and Roger looks at him through the mirror. "Felix listen here buddy. You have to say by mama's side the whole time. No running off." Roger says making me surprised since it was his idea to take him to my parents. "YES DADDY!" He claps his hands.

When we get there I waited for the time Mary said she'll be arriving so I could walk her to the trailer. "Come on Felix, we need to go get Aunt Mary." I says and he grabs my hand following me. "Hello Mary, Hello David." I smile when I see them. "Hello and Felix is getting so big." Mary bends down to give him a hug. "Have you told Roger yet?" She asks me raising an eyebrow. "Not yet. I want to surprise him." I pick up Felix as we walk towards the band. When we get there Mary knocks on the door and Jim opens it and I squeeze pass and Felix goes sits on Roger. Fred sends Jim with Mary and David and Roger tries to do the same with me, "Fine I'll Roger." I laugh as Felix comes back to me. "Good luck have fun!" I give the fast hugs but give Roger a kiss. "Watch Daddy." Roger kisses Felix and I go find a spot to watch.

"Excuse me? Can I climb up there to watch?" I ask a crew member working and he looks at me like I was crazy. "You want to watch from up there with the two workers?" He asks. "That's exactly what I want. You see I want my son to have a very good view of his father playing the drums." I smile and he nod a his head quickly. "Of course Mrs Taylor." I'll help get a latter too. He says and they get one for us. "Excuse me? Can you gentlemen help me get him up there?" I ask the two young men and the help Felix up there then we sit with them. "I'd say theses are the best seats." One says and Felix agrees. "I can see daddy's drums perfectly." He claps his hands sitting on my lap. "Oh you're Rogers wife and son? Nice to meet you." They smile at me.

As the guys come out I point out Roger for Felix to see him. "DADDY!" Felix screams at the top of his lungs making Roger look around and a crew member points up at us making Roger wave at us. Roger smiles at us but also shakes his head laughing probably at my idea of being up here. As Bohemian Rhapsody starts to play Felix sings along, "Mama, just killed a man." I start to sing along too and when Roger starts to play the drums Felix claps his hands together. "When are you going to tell Daddy mama? About me being a big brother?" He turns his head to look at me. "Once they are done.

During Radio Ga Ga Felix would sing along to the parts he knew and did the clap along with the crowd. "Eh-ho!" Felix repeats after Freddie. When I knew we are the champions was coming up I got help getting down and they helped me with Felix too. "Look at you brave boy! Let's go stand with a Aunt Mary now." I hold his hand as we walk over to her. "Good view?" She smiles as we walk up to her, David, and Jim. "YES!" Felix yells as I pick him up to hold him. While I sing along to the song swaying side to side Felix wraps his arms around my neck. "Mommy why are you crying?" He gives me a kiss. "I'm happy right now." I kiss him back and continue to sing till it was over. "Let's go wait for Daddy." I put him down and walk back for when they come off stage.

When Roger sees me he runs over to us picking up Felix and pulls me into his side. "I love you both so so much." He gives us both a kiss. "Mama can I tell him?" Felix asks making Roger look at me confused and with just a head nod Felix makes Roger start to cry. "I'm going to be the best big brother ever. I promise daddy." Roger looks at me while I just smile at him. He puts Felix down holding both of my hands. "Wait, you're pregnant again?" I nod my head making him pick me up. "YES!!!! I HOPE I'TS A GIRL THIS TIME SO I CAN SPOILE MY PRINCESS!" He gives me ton of kisses. "And as for you buddy... You are going to be the best big brother ever." He picks Felix up again. "You three and Queen are my world." He hugs to both of us. "I love you Roger Taylor." I give him a kiss. "I love you too Alice Taylor." He kisses me back.

[punkscowardschampions]

Meena & Ro

Meena: You missed out skipping on the diner after rehearsal today Meena: I saved you a slice of pie though 😋 Ro: Oh? Ro: Well thank you Meena: It was yum Meena: and Ali convinced the lady to give us a discount by promising her a front-row seat Meena: idk how she does it 😂 Ro: Of course she did Ro: She's Ali, that's the most succinct way to express such a feeling Meena: You are so right Meena: anyway, pie aside, I was just wondering if you'd like to piano practice this weekend Meena: my own playing has been lacking since we started rehearsing so I thought this was a decent way to keep my head in the play and get a selfish bit of piano time in myself Ro: I would love to Ro: Undeniably the songs are much simpler to play than they are to sing, but equally undeniably nerves are a factor even with beginner level pieces Ro: I must confess however to being surprised you aren't dedicating your weekend entirely to your love interest Ro: Perhaps you feel he doesn't require any further rehearsal and is, in fact, perfect as he is Meena: I know they're not remotely a challenge for you but never hurts to be over-prepared Meena: and I can promise you I'm not secretly working to get your spot instead Meena: will not slam the lid on your fingers 🤭 Meena: 😳 shh Meena: is it obvious? Ro: That's very much appreciated on all counts, Meena Ro: I know better than to believe that your denials are anything but, in spite of how that promise would sound to a sceptic Ro: Obvious is potentially an overstatement, nevertheless as I also know you, I can see what's unfolding Meena: 🙊 reading that back, yeah Meena: He's just so nice Meena: and funny Meena: and yes, he's doing an excellent job Ro: It's romantic Ro: What a wonderful story to tell of how you both met Meena: its funny how things like this make you notice people you never did before Meena: but I don't think we're at a meeting outside of rehearsals stage yet Meena: not alone Meena: I'd be too embarrassed to ask Ro: I'm sure it would be possible to arrange more group gatherings afterwards Ro: Until you feel more confident in his company anyway Meena: you can always rely on Ali and Carly for that Ro: We certainly do see more of Carly out of rehearsals than we have within the confines of the stage Meena: I'm sure it'll all be alright on the night Ro: Faith goes a long way Meena: and trust and pixie dust Ro: Exactly Meena: Do you think Jamie likes Jenna though Meena: they seem like they know each other well Ro: Of course not! Ro: He's clearly smitten with you Meena: I'm just so aware of the ultimate cliche of mistaking on-stage chemistry for off Meena: then I'd have to buy a wig and some sunglasses Ro: It is a pitfall, but in this instance, it's one that there are enough people around to prevent you from falling into Ro: In order to allow you instead to fall in a much lovelier sense Ro: And avoid stretching our wardrobe budget even further Meena: Thank you Meena: I'm just fussing needlessly Meena: almost as needless as Sophie having hair options, agreed 😏 Ro: It's okay Ro: A lot of nerves are frayed for a multitude of reasons Ro: None more than your brother's, I suppose Ro: Chosen for his looks and persevering with his talents in an attempt to get them on par is an impressive endeavour though Meena: I am still really surprised Meena: its just so not his thing Meena: but I think its good Meena: I just hope it does get better or he won't wanna do it Ro: Caleb and Ali have both dedicated a lot of time and effort into his performance Ro: I don't think it'll be misplaced for us to have faith in him Ro: And in everything going well Meena: 🤞 Ro: Toes as well Meena: 🩰😘 Ro: Did Ali tell you Tommy is coming home early to help? Ro: He wants to be at the final dress rehearsal as well as opening night Meena: She did Meena: sure it'll be beneficial to have a professional give us their opinion Ro: Yes Ro: But you're allowed to consider it the opposite Meena: Why would I? Meena: I know he's good at this sort of stuff Meena: well, was, sure he's only got better now Ro: He's also very... Ro: Excitable is perhaps the word Meena: Its definitely one word for him Meena: but that's okay, I'm not going to rain on anyone's parade Ro: Carly and Ali definitely do not need the distraction Meena: Like you said, she's Ali Meena: she'll still be able to do it Meena: aren't you excited to see him? Ro: Of course, always Ro: I just don't see why he needs to be so hands on with this Meena: I see what you mean Meena: its just so up his alley, I guess Ro: You're right Ro: There's a chance I'm being unfair Meena: No, I really do see Meena: but I don't think he'll come in and totally takeover, he's not that guy, is he? Meena: like he doesn't think he's better than us just 'cos he goes to that school Ro: I'm sure he just feels as if he's missing out, going to school so far away Meena: I imagine, yes Meena: we're all so involved in each other's day to day Ro: True Ro: There are so few secrets Meena: 🤔🤔🤔 what secrets are you hiding, hmm? Meena: 🤭 Ro: They wouldn't be if I refused to keep them Ro: Or at least try Meena: Too true Ro: If you would like me to trap Jenna's fingers in the piano lid, I promise not to tell a soul Meena: oh, I could NEVER 😏 Meena: no, I can't commit that cliche either Ro: Understandable Ro: I approve of you wishing to rise above them Ro: You do deserve a better story Meena: that's so sweet of you Meena: highly unlikely my story will mirror Sophie's any time soon Ro: Imagine growing up on such a beautiful island though Ro: I do envy her that, in spite of my love of Ireland itself Meena: and having such cool parents x4 Ro: Yes Ro: Although having three overprotective fathers would have its drawbacks as well Meena: You devil, Ro Ro: I was actually thinking of you and your budding romance Ro: I meanwhile remain a pillar of virtue Meena: 👼 Meena: Only getting hitched in the play, I can assure you Ro: For now Meena: 🙉 Oh hush 💛 Ro: Consider me silenced Ro: Simply because the dishes will not wash themselves Meena: Enjoy, Cinders Meena: I'll come to yours tomorrow, about 10? Ro: That's fine Meena: Yay! 'Til then 😊

[elizabethsway]

I like this song. It's has a somber feeling to it that makes me want to listen to it when I'm having a bad day. Most of the time I don't actually even listen to the lyrics but today I took a little deeper look into it.

I know a lot of people think this is a song about romantic love. Whether that be unrequited, finding out that the person you love is not who you thought they were, or even finding out that you've invested yourself in a relationship that's one sided.

I sometimes think about this song and I think that it could also be about someone that is watching their loved one go through a difficult time such as self-loathing or depression and wanting to help that person see what they see, but that the person they love is so far deep in the darkness that they can't see the truth right in front of them. A sense of feeling helpless because you can't get through to them.

Lyrics and Possibly Interpretation:

I want to hold the hand inside you

(Wanting to comfort someone and lead them back to feeling love and accepted or worthy of redemption and change when they are in a dark place)

I want to take a breath that's true

(Wanting to tell them what is true but not being able to get through to them)

I look to you and I see nothing

(When we look at a loved one that's in a dark place and not being able to find the person we once knew them to be).

I look to you to see the truth

(Knowing the truth about who they are even when they don't see it. Knowing they are more than they believe but that they can't see past their own pain and doubt / knowing it's true that they are stuck).

You live your life

You go in shadows

(They are a shadow of themselves, of what they use to be. They resemble the person you remember but but there is something darker that blocks their light, that's keeping them from their full potential)

You'll come apart and you'll go blind

(The loved one breaks apart and loose themselves possibly to self doubt or depression and they can't see their potential or anything good. They are blind to all the good and then their world starts to look dark).

Some kind of night into your darkness

(Their mind becomes a dark place. A perpetual void of sorts that sucks them in further and feels like there is no escape).

Colors your eyes with what's not there

(They close their eyes and self reflect. This person is watching there loved one dive deeper into a dark place. A place where they talk themselves into negativity. Like when we convince yourself that everything is wrong, that things are out to get us, that we are weak, and we can't see that all that stuff is not real. It's in the mind but we can't see truths).

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

(The person is looking at their loved one in this hard spot in their life and wondering how their loved one can't see that they are their for them. That they have a support system, that someone cares and not everything is bad).

A stranger's light comes on slowly

A stranger's heart without a home

You put your hands into your head

And then its smiles cover your heart

(I'm not sure what this part is about. Maybe realization. Either the person that is living in darkness finally realizes that the person that is singing loves them or that someone cares and they dive deep into their mind to find healing and there is that moment or realization that dawns upon them making them smile. Understanding that it's not all bad. But that seems a little too positive for the way it's sung.

I even thought for a little bit that the stranger Might be a therapist of sorts as the stranger. I know that it's kind of sucks when you have been telling someone something but they won't hear it and let it sink in from you but that they get it when it comes from a stranger. Maybe it's a therapist, someone that can help them talk through their issues.

Maybe this part is about the person that is singing it. That they are expressing their love and light that is shining through that person's Darkness. The person that's in darkness is reaching within themselves possibly seeing something the other person sees in them but that also sounds positive.

Maybe it's hope of sorts that the person singing will have an effect and that some of their words will sink into that person's mind and reach their heart enough to pull them out of the dark place but they're just not understanding why this person that they care about just doesn't get this already. But the loved one don't see that the person sing actually cares or doesn't see something within themselves that other people can see).

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

(I think fading into someone could be getting lost in there issues or being forgotten. It could possibly mean that you invest yourself into someone so much that either they take you for granted and don't see you. Maybe even that you lose yourself in them when you make it all about them and helping them until the day you realize that they might just not be able to be helped by you).

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

I think it's strange you never knew

(I'm not really sure what this song is about but I think about most songs and they can be interpreted different based on what you are bringing to the words. I think that's what is important about context. Unfortunately, we don't know the writers situation and what they were going through during this period of time or what they witnessed. But I think that's okay. I think that this can help many people in different ways if you don't know directly what a song is about then you are better able to connect with it).

[m0th-punk]

This is something that's been on my mind for a long time. Long ramble under the cut

TL;DR: Grazer-razor has some of the worst black and white mentality I've ever seen and I can tell he has never critically examined his biases a day in his life.

Because I'm a terrible little gremlin who can't leave well enough alone, I've been reading these posts

Ignoring the absolute stupidity of these statements (I'm pretty sure the lack of rainbow logos is because in many middle eastern countries, homosexuality is a crime and these companies just want to make money. But I'mnot going into the nuances and implications of rainbow capitalism today.), something stood out to me.

Does Grazer... genuinely think nobody has ever criticized the Muslim faith? That we all ignore the homophobia present within the religion just because they're a minority? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've seen even some of the most staunch leftists criticize things like their horrible treatment of homosexuality or the rampant sexism often sanctioned by radicals. Even other Muslims, especially women and lgbt+ Muslims, have been critical of these things.

It wouldn't shock me if Grazer believedthat anyone who supports Muslims believes they can do no wrong. After all, he thinks any criticism of Christianity is hatred, and dismisses any harmful things Christians do as not being "real" Christianity in a classic case of the "No True Scotsman" fallacy.

Note how he didn't even respond to the first asks comments, just accused them of being me (because obviously any time someone sees his blog it's all my fault /s)

So it seems like in Grazer's mind, there are only two options when it comes to religion: Uncritically praise and defend everything a religion does no matter how heinous it is and justify it because it's done in a God's name, or condemn anyone who practices it as hateful terrorists. Because he doesn't see people doing the former for Christians, he automatically assumes that they're doing the latter, and vice versa for Muslims.

Also note how he gets mad when muslim faith is "respected" (again, homosexuality is criminalized in many of these areas) but then demands a secular children's show cater to his religion for the sake of his precious childhood.

(Also, can we just talk about the absolute fucking cruelty in this answer? There are people out there that had their childhoods ruined by abuse, illness, losing loved ones, homelessness, poverty, bullying, near-death experiences, having their countries torn apart by war, a shitty foster care system, teen pregnancies, and so many other things that can absolutely destroy a life.  Grazer's was ruined by…  *checks notes* a cartoon character supporting gay rights and a drag queen singing a cutesy children's song.  So yeah, if that's the worst part of his childhood he's pretty damn lucky, and the fact that he has the gall to still complain absolutely makes him selfish and ignorant. It's disrespectful, plain and simple, and if he were truly a good Christian he'd have some compassion.)

Okay, so Grazer has some weird "rules for me but not for thee" shit when it comes to religion. This isn't news. Where am I going with this?

Well, turns out he has this opinion about more than just religion. Know how I know this? His response to ESRB ratings and trigger warnings.

So it seems like Grazer sees the ESRB as some sort of moral compass, in a way. Something being rated E or E10 means it's pure and good and wholly unproblematic, while anything higher means it's evil and disgusting and he can't even look at it.

This is further confirmed by this post, where he flat-out states he sees the ESRB as deeming what things are and are not morally acceptable.

Now Grazer, I'm gonna explain this as best as I can, because it seems like you don't quite understand this. Read very carefully.

This is not the purpose of the ESRB rating system.

I repeat, this is NOT the purpose of the ESRB rating system.

The ESRB does not decide on what is and is not morally correct. It simply says "This game contains these topics, and as such is most suitable for people in this age group.". That's it. It's a guideline, not a rule.

Let's take cartoon violence, for instance. It's a very common warning the ESRB puts on games. Almost every game from Mario to Sonic to Crash Bandicoot and even Monster Tale has this warning. These games are all rated E for everyone. Does this mean those games are promoting violence to children, or claiming things like Bowser kidnapping Peach or Pinstripe trying to gun down Crash are perfectly okay and morally correct? Of course not. It's simply saying that these games contain mild, non-graphic violence, but most children should be able to handle seeing it.

On the other side of the coin, let's take a look at the warnings for nudity and sexual themes. Most games that contain these topics are rated T at the lowest and AO at the highest. This obviously isn't saying that nudity and sex are inherently bad or evil. All it's saying is that these topics are best handled by adults (And, regardless of morality, it is illegal to distribute sexual content to minors unless it's meant to be educational, like a health class textbook).

A few extra points:

. Games can be rated different things in different countries. Different countries have different regulations. Do you know why the blood in Danganronpa is pink? It's because in Japan, games with excessive amounts of blood and gore are given a Z rating (Japan's equivalent to an AO rating). They got around this by making the blood pink, securing the game its desired M rating. Meanwhile here in America, Mortal Kombat is allowed to show as many graphic, brutal deaths as it wants and still receive an M rating.

. ESRB ratings are not legally enforceable. I was so convinced as a 16 year old that the employees at gamestop would try to card me or something when I was picking up a copy of Bayonetta, and I was surprised when they simply rang me up in two seconds, no questions asked. It doesn't happen. For fuck's sake, one of the first games I ever played, at the tender age of four, was Soul Edge. A T rated game. The only instance ESRB ratings are legally enforced is in the case of AO ratings, as these games often contain incredibly graphic violenceor sexual content. If this outrage is coming from the idea that certain ratings will keep younger people from playing these games from a legal standpoint, don't worry. A nine year old is not gonna get arrested for playing Among Us. Just don't buy them GTA San Andreas or Leisure Suit Larry and everything will be fine.

. No two consumers are exactly alike. While one 13 year old may be perfectly fine with the jumpscares in Amnesia, another may be too scared to even go near the piano in Super Mario 64. That doesn't mean either of these games is rated incorrectly. The ESRB is there, once again, as a recommendation for the average consumer, and doesn't take individual experience into account. An individual experience is not their responsibility. It's also on parents (or you yourself!) To decide what the consumer can or can't handle.

"But Haley," I hear you say, "What if this piece of media DOES contain something morally bad?"

Well it's simple. You are allowed to like things AND still criticize the bad parts of it.

Hold on now, I'm not telling you that it's perfectly alright to enjoy things like Birth of a Nation or anything like that! Contrary to popular belief, there are some pieces of media that are truly too steeped in hatred and morally reprehensible things to be supported, even through a critical lense. The only merit things like that have is to serve as a warning: This is a terrible thing made for terrible reasons, and we should not allow it to happen again.

But outside of those rare circumstances, it's not so cut and dry.

Let's take a piece of media i actually enjoy, for instance, so you know I'm not a hypocrite: Persona 5.

Persona 5 is easily one of my favorite games in the Persona series. It does a lot of interesting stuff, the artstyle and soundtrack are (in my opinion) the best in the series, and overall it's very enjoyable for me.

But, like anything, it's not perfect. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with the hypocrisy the game has in regards to the sexualization of teenagers. While Kamoshida is rightfully condemned for his sexualization of teenage girls and Ann's persona awakening comes from rejecting this objectification, the game and story undermine it by not only putting Ann in a sexually revealing outfit, but also making light of Ryuji's sexual harassment by adult men (Allegedly Persona 5 Royal tries to fix this by making the men drag enthusiasts who think Ryuji would look good in drag and giving them more sympathetic personalities, but it's still really weird and hypocritical of the game to do this.). The teenage protagonist is also allowed the option to date adult women, including his teacher, and the game rarely if ever touches on the problems with this.

The game's homophobia also left a bad taste in my mouth. Aside from the aforementioned men who sexually harass Ryuji, the only other canon LGBT+ character is a bar owner who is either a drag queen or a trans woman (or both?). Sure, she's portrayed as being kind and protective of the protagonist, but there isn't much room to interact with her or learn more about her. On top of that, not only can the protagonist not romantically pursue his male friends (A feature that even the SECOND persona game had), he's not even allowed to give them gifts or platonically show affection towards them without the dialogue mocking him. The game that allows a teenage boy to date his teacher won't allow him to simply give his male friends a present.

And yet, despite those criticisms, I do still enjoy the game. I don't consider the game irredeemable garbage based on those poorly handled topics alone. And I also understand that for some people, those topics make them so uncomfortable that they don't want to play the game at all, and I completely respect that.

Criticizing the things you enjoy is not only normal, it's oftentimes healthy. Being able to step back and say "I like this thing, but I don't like the bad things it's done. This thing would be better if these issues were fixed." Sure, sometimes some people tend to complain a bit too much about the media they supposedly enjoy, but for the most part being able to acknowledge the bad with the good is a good skill to have.

Oh, wait, all of this means nothing because Grazer thinks that critically enjoying things is nothing more than an excuse to consume media he doesn't personally agree with. Okay then.

So if he can't even realize something as simple as "it's okay to criticize some parts of media that you otherwise enjoy", how can he be expected to look critically at a religion that he's been raised in and around all his life?

Soooo yeah, Grazer has some serious problems with black and white thinking that he refuses to acknowledge, further worsened by the fact that he's practically been brainwashed into believing that Christianity is the ultimate moral compass that everyone should follow. I understand that this tends to be an issue for neurodivergent people, but it's not an excuse for the actions he does that are related to these things (sending death threats to the ESRB, antagonizing others, etc.